Ron Taylor: High school hot pants

B.E. relaxed his handhold, but I kept wiggling my bottom as friskily as though he were still squeezing my cunt. I was wet by then, and my labia were so aroused and sensitive that the friction of pressed-down cunny hairs on them was likely to drive me batty. B.E.'s tongue dragged through my pubic beard, dividing the curls and streaking the skin beneath, and he was upon my slit itself before I knew it.

No one had ever licked my pussy before, and my first reaction was that it was a million times better than being fucked or than diddling myself. His tongue traced the outer swell of pussy lips, moving up and down and all around them before he parted me gently with his fingers and stole in to worship at the shrine of my vulva itself.

By that time I was as wet as tough I'd just pissed myself. The whole room seemed full of the scent of aroused snatch, and I was getting wildly drunk on the aromatic, sexual smell. My head flipped from side to side and I noticed on one toss that his body was placed at an angle to mine, head and feet reversed. If I stretched my left arm just so, I could get him by the cock.

And I did, my fingers closing around the six-inch pride of his body. Without his clothes, B.E. looked more wiry than skinny. He was tight and trim everywhere it counted and, lying abed, it didn't matter that he was a couple of inches shorter than I am. A bed makes everyone the right size. And his dick seemed exactly the right size for my hand to play with as he went about the task of introducing me to cunnilingus. I felt him pulsate against my fingers, and I squeezed him lovingly as that pulsation continued.

He had me split wide by then, though not painfully. His fingers pulled me open, and my tender but excited labia tingled beneath his caresses, oral and digital. Inside, I must have looked like a bathtub full of water, and I thought I could hear a squishing every time he touched my juicy cunt, but that could only be my inflamed imagination working overtime. Still, I was very moist, and his tongue and fingers increased the degree of moisture expertly.

My clit was erect, too, but he was ignoring it for the time being. All his attention seemed concentrated upon the mouth of my hole. He reamed it with his tongue, slithering around and around, poking shallowly now and then with his thumb, and I kept pushing my snatch up, tying to suck his nose and chin into me. Whenever he leaned into my cunny, his lower body seemed to pull away from me, and I gave his peter a pulling that caused him to shake and shiver just a bit. He couldn't stay cool and calm forever, I was discovering.

I had my first orgasm by spontaneous combustion, because he still hadn't gotten his lips or fingers onto my clit when the eruption went off inside me. It was a good orgasm, the kind of sudden creamy oozing I can get almost anywhere, anytime, just by sawing my thighs upon my pussy in a special, unobtrusive way. Especially in study hall, when I don't hate any lessons to work on. The feeling is nice, but it usually fades very quickly in spite of the momentary high of release, and somehow I knew that B.E. wasn't about to stop so soon.

Not at all! He put his thumb at the base of my clitty and started to push my nub around, not actually touching it, but arousing the shit out of my fleshy trigger. I could feel it pulsating, just, the way his cock was throbbing in my hand, and I moaned for happiness. The mouth of my pussy was like a warn, mucky swamp, and without warning he eased his other thumb into the hole. Not very far – just enough to let me get a cuntal grip on his thumb. I started squeezing him with vaginal muscles as he moved to my love button with hand and mouth.

The thrill of that first orgasm was just wearing off when he began to lick my clit, and it was like a breath of wind across a dying spark. The fires swept into life afresh and I nearly jumped off the bed. His fingers squeezed the flesh around the base of my bud, causing the clitoris to push up, wet and gleaming – I could look down between my tits, across my tummy, and see him in action – and he covered that wet, gleaming nub with his mouth.

His teeth scraped me, so unexpectedly I screamed, though not exactly from pain, and his tongue slithered across to lick away any hurting he might have caused. My trigger quivered and trembled as he adored it with his mouth, and I could no longer concentrate on the handjob I'd started to give him. Oh, I still had a grip on him, a grip so Goddamned tight, it's a wonder I didn't cut off circulation in his cock, and it got even tighter whenever his lips sucked hard on the nipple-like extension of my clit. My ass bobbed on the bed, and when he wasn't right down on me, sucking and mouthing, I was trying to fuck myself up and get him started again. Everything inside me was turned to jelly. I was an entire orgasm that had finally happened.

"Oh, God," I screamed, "I didn't know it could be like this!" It was like I was being kicked in the belly over and over, but from the inside out. That's the only way I can describe it. And he wouldn't let go! He held onto me like a dog with a rabbit, and my cunt jerked and shuddered uncontrollably as one orgasm became another and still another after that. He had that one thumb stuck in my cunny hole, and the muscles of my pussy were shucking and contracting on him as if he were a fucking cock. This, I thought insanely, was what Jill had found for herself. And now I'd found it, too!

He raised his face from my pussy, but my orgasm continued even without his active sucking and licking. Getting his thumb out of my cunt was a slightly harder proposition, because my snatch was snatching fiercely, possessively, but somehow he managed it. Which meant that I lay writhing and twitching and moaning on my own, unaided by any external stimulation. But the itch between my thighs – how could I live another moment if there was nothing down there to scratch it for me? I thrust a hand into my gap frigged myself mercilessly, my other hand locked like a vise on B.E.'s hard cock. He had to pry myself loose, using both of his hands to undo my fingers and, as he moved, his cocktip brushed rue on the cheek. A little trickle of precoital fluid was leaking from him and it touched my face in a moistly sticky kiss.

I turned my eyes toward him and saw the ferociously red knob of his glans, the slitted opening glaring at me like a wet vertical smile. Once again I grabbed him by the dick, sucking him into my mouth for a minute of abandoned oral contact. B.E. clearly intended to screw me, but he relaxed and let me have my way briefly. His cock moved just enough to let me know that he was still in command of it, and I sucked as it glided across my tongue and toward the opening of my gullet. Then he put his palm on my forehead and gently extracted himself from my slobbering mouth. I let my windpipe fill with air once again and I watched as he hurried between my legs.

He pried my frigging hand from off my snatch, spread my knees wider, then guided his cock to the mouth of my sex. "Yes," I groaned, "shave it in now! All the fucking way in! Don't waste time! Fuck me, oh, fuck me!"

He did precisely that. There was no question of me being too dry or too tight to receive him. B.E. had taken care of that. His sucking and licking had made sure I was awash with pussy juice, and his thumb's probing inside me had accustomed my cunt to the presence of a foreign object. He put his dick on the hole and I took care of all the rest.

As I felt the tip making penetration, I put my hands on my hipbones and shoved myself up at him. My feet kicked high into the air, then came down to enfold his body, and I felt his balls swishing against my ass. He was in me, all the way.

B.E. leaned forward then, beginning to fuck in and out, and I helped him along by tightening my legs around him. He took care not to lie fully upon my body, and his mouth descended upon mine as his fucking picked up speed. His lips were musky with cuntal honey, and I licked it from them with a wanton eagerness that astonished me. My girl cum had a delicious, exciting taste, and I savored it on my tongue as B.E. and I kissed.