Training session #2

Once the hall is quiet again, Alyssa looks at me with a hungry grin. “What?” I ask.

“Lie down on the bed, cuntlicker. I’m going to give you your next lesson.”

Blinking at her, I nod and lie down. “So what are you . . .”

Alyssa interrupts me in the most emphatic way imaginable. She quickly strips and straddles my face. Suddenly, my lips are full of hers, and my nose is pressed into her pubic mound. “Sometimes a girl doesn’t need any warm-up, Andrew. We’ve spent the last few hours talking about you going down on as many girls as possible as many ways as possible as often as possible, and I’m horny as all hell. Besides, last time was gorram amazing, and I’m getting all fucking tingly just thinking about having your tongue in my pussy again. I want you to eat me until I fucking howl.”

I turn my head a little, as much as I can with her twat in my face and her thighs around my ears. “Umm,” I ask, muffled by her (hairless) muff, “what about breathing?”

“Figure it out, Andrew,” she responds bluntly. “Guys manage, you’ll manage. I promise I’ll get off you if you pass out—I’m not going to let you die or anything. Now, stop talking and eat. Remember, you’re in this for the long haul, and I’m just doing you a favor.”

So be it. I turn my face back in and shift around a bit to get myself properly situated, then plunge my tongue between her lips. She lets out a delighted cry and begins to ride my tongue, rocking and sliding her hips, rubbing her twat against my face. The view up her body is incredible. Her tight abs tensing and releasing as she moves present an amazingly erotic sight. Her neat, small breasts are rolling as her body moves in time with the rhythm of her hips; when her head comes forward, I can see her eyes half-lidded with lust, framed by her soft red curls.

After a little trial and error, I figure out that I can get a good breath every time she leans forward, so that eases my concern. I cram my face into her sweet lips and lick her with a broad tongue. I lick back and forth, working against her movement, and get my lips on everything I can reach. She tastes incredible, tart and spicy and mildly sweet, sort of like a really sour spiced lemonade. She’s moaning her pleasure, and her moans get louder when I reach up and start playing with her nipples. They’ve become hard, begging peaks, and from her gasp when I first touch them, they’re incredibly sensitive. I judder my fingers sideways over them, and she gasps, then says, “Like that! Like that! More—more!” I can feel little electrical shocks running through her body as she tightens and shudders on my face. Then I pinch both nipples and twist, and she arches her back and lets out a cry like a bird. After a moment, she says, “Fuck yeah, you big fucker! Pinch my nipples!”

Alyssa is starting to moan and pant, feeling the extra work of keeping herself upright and rocking on my face, but the more excited she gets, the faster she humps my tongue. I keep licking and sucking everything in sight, and when I get the chance, I stick my tongue as deep as I can into her draining cunt. “FUCK yeah, Andrew!” she shouts. “Fuck my cunt with your hot fucking tongue!” She changes her motion, rotating her body rather than moving back and forth, fucking my tongue with her cunt. I give her as good as I can with my tongue and enjoy her flowing juices.

After some time of this, Alyssa goes back to rocking and sliding her hips back and forth. Again, I seize a chance when she rocks a little further at one point and suck her love button as deep as I can into my mouth, pinching her nipples hard as I do. She freezes in place and her whole body seems to spasm. I suckle her pearl and lash it hard with my tongue, and she gets louder. “Fuck yeah, Andrew, suck my fucking clit! Eat my fucking clit, you big cuntlicker. Ohhhh, fuck fuck FUCK that feels so good! Suck me, you fucker!”

Alyssa is writhing above me like a madwoman. I’m pinching and twisting her nipples and sucking her clit like a baby on a nipple, and her cunt is flowing so freely that her juices are streaming down my face and starting to soak my sheets. She’s wild enough, I think, I can take a risk—I give her clit a small nip. “Fucking FUCK!” she screams. “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh fuck!” She snaps her head back, then down at me. She grabs my hair, and starts riding my face like the mechanical bull at our Grad Night party at high school. “Don’t you fucking stop, Andrew! EAT my clit! Don’t you even slow down. Not like last time, you hear me? You fucking finish yeaaaaahhhhh you fucking finish me off until ohfuckohfuckohfuck I get to fucking come. I will tell you when to stop and you don’t ohhhhyeaaaaaaaagggghhhhfuuuuuuuck even slow down one fucking second before that, do you fucking well understand meeeeeeeeeee?!!” I stare at her wide-eyed and don’t dare slow down at all. I nod quickly, working it into the tugging on her clit and tits that keeps driving her louder and wilder yet.

Without further warning, Alyssa erupts from “OhfuckI’mgonnacumohfuckohfuckohfuck . . .” into wordless screams that I KNOW can be heard all the way down the hall—and now I have at least one neighbor. Alyssa’s smooth back arches powerfully backwards and my head is pulled off the bed—her hold on my hair keeps my lips and tongue firmly in place against her twat. Bucking wildly, she rides my face like a half-broken stallion for what seems like forever before releasing her iron grip on my head and falling backwards onto the bed.

I fall back myself, sore in ways I wouldn’t have imagined. My tongue is ready to cramp up, my face aches like it had been pummeled, and my hair feels half pulled out by the roots. For all that, it was worth it. Alyssa had cum so hard she appears to have passed out. After she goes several minutes without moving, I check to make sure she’s still breathing. Looking at the clock, I’ve been eating her pussy for the better part of half an hour. I’m proud . . . and sore. Very, very sore.

Alyssa stirs, then lifts her head to look at me. “You . . . are amazing. I swear you are every woman’s fucking wet dream. You eat pussy like that, you could have every woman on campus waiting at your door.”

“I think it would kill me,” I answer ruefully. “My face feels pretty beat-up; I need time to recover.”

“Such is the price of your fame, Andrew. You want to eat a lot of pussy? You’d better get used to having the girl on top. Lots of women prefer it. They’re not all as little as me. I’m just practice. I’ll give you a day or so before we do that again, sure, but you’re going to have to build up your toughness.”

On the other hand, I think, women who aren’t as little will have longer legs, and may not rest as much of their weight on my face. I don’t say that, though. Instead I say (completely truthfully), “I love it, honestly. I love the view, and I love how wild it made you.” She gives me a sudden shy smile, which surprises me and pierces my heart. “I just couldn’t do it that often, is all.

“Umm, another thing. I’m not complaining, and please don’t think I mind at all, but you’re pretty loud. I may be on the end of the sixth floor, but someone’s still going to complain eventually. I’ll get in trouble, or maybe get someone else in trouble, and if I get busted, the whole thing comes crashing down.”

“Fine,” Alyssa says, looking hurt. “I won’t shout down the rafters. Repress my style, why don’t you?”

“I don’t want to repress your style. I don’t want to repress anything about you. I’ve dreamed for years about getting with you, I love your style, and this is a dream come true for me. I’m just saying, if girls are going to be noisy, I’m going to have to find someplace else to entertain them.”

“OK,” she sighs, looking touched by my words. “Once rush is done, I’m sure we can use the sorority house. The sound of screaming girls there won’t arouse any suspicions—nothing all that unusual. I’ll have to convince the president, though, and that will probably take, umm, bribery. She may need a free sample from time to time. Like rent—only, ummm, not cash.”