Heather Brown - Juicy piece

When I came back into the living room from the kitchen, she was still gone. "Did you find them?" I yelled towards the bathroom.

But the answer came from the bedroom. "I'm changing into something a little more comfy to get stoned in… uh, to celebrate in."

I sat down and drank a couple of ounces from the vodka and tonic I had in my hand. When my head started to spin in instant intoxication, it occurred to me that I'd been so busy I'd hardly eaten anything today, including dinner which I'd just picked at in my enchantment over having Melanie.

My head spun even faster and sent my senses reeling when Melanie walked into the room in what she felt more comfy in. All it was was a man's T-shirt, all torn and ragged, with "Only Schlitz is Better Than Love" emblazoned across the chest. The hem only made it to the bottom of her crotch, so that every time she moved or jiggled I could see the thin bush of her pussy between her narrow, honey-colored thighs. At the top, her nipples poked sensuously, exploding stiffly from the soft roundness of her tits. Instantly I felt my cunt go wet, drenching my panties and painting a flush across my face.

"Somethin' wrong?" she asked with apparent innocence.

"Uh, no… no… of course not," I said, unsuccessfully trying to avert my eyes from her mouth-watering cunt. "It's just that this drink hit me unexpectedly hard. I'll be all right in a sec."

"Here," she said, throwing the jar from the medicine cabinet to me, "pop a couple of reds and that'll slow you down."

Not stopping to wonder how she had suddenly become such an expert on my red pills, I took two of them out of the bottle, which I noticed was already open, and threw them into my mouth.

"Ummm," I sighed, washing them down with my vodka, "I feel better already."

"Me, too," she almost sang as she floated around the room in a kind of little dance. "I've already had six of the little mothers."

"Don't you think that's a lot…" I suggested tentatively, my voice trailing off from uncertainty.

"Remember, I didn't get any vodka," she reminded me. "And, besides, you'll catch up."

I don't know if I ever caught up to her in taking the most pills or not, because after a while I had taken enough of them to feel absolutely marvelous and didn't care about anything but the pleasure coursing through my body. It was like I was trapped in a web of euphoria and was unable to do anything but enjoy myself. I stopped worrying about the constant foaming between my legs and just let my cunt gush away, feeling the pussy-lather ooze down my thighs and glaze them like sticky syrup. I twisted around in my chair every time Melanie moved so I could always have a full view of her, and as I did, my skirt eventually wriggled up around my hips, leaving my sopping crotch in open sight.

"Wow, what got into, you?" Melanie said, coming up and peering between my spread legs at my sopping cunt.

"The sight of you," I honestly replied, my eyes swimming in my head from the sight of her flimsy T-shirt clinging to her lithe body.

"Wanna see more?" she asked eagerly, like a little puppy dog anxious to please.

"Sure," I said, wanting to give her an opportunity to build up her self-confidence, which had to be damaged after her sordid experiences.

"How about my pussy?" she said, lifting up her T-shirt triumphantly.

My mouth drooled at the sight of the soft mound of her cunt, the soft slope just barely covered by her flaxen pussy hair, the slit of her pussy a mere indentation between her legs. I felt no alternative but to reach out to her and show Melanie how much I loved her already.

"No, no, hands off," she laughed, dancing backward to elude my grasp. "First you've gotta check out my titties." She pulled the T-shirt over her head and threw it to the floor, standing totally naked before me. Her tits were more than handfuls, but their sensuous slope and rosy, pink nipples were a sure sign of maturity. There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on her anywhere.

"Now can I touch you?" I begged.

"Not yet," she teased. "First you've gotta show me what you've got."

"You mean take off my clothes?" I asked, feeling a wave of amazement come over me.

"Check."

For an instant I couldn't believe this was happening, but then the combined influence of the vodka and the red pills suddenly staged a sneak attack on my senses and reduced my reason to a shambles.

"I love it!" I exclaimed spontaneously and immediately started peeling off my garments, not stopping until I was clad only in my juice-drenched panties.

"Oh, I'm crazy about your tits," Melanie said. "They're the grooviest of any of my foster mothers. Too bad you don't have a dick to go along with them, but I'm sure something can be worked out."

"Or in, as the case may be," I giggled as I took off my soaked panties from my body and stood naked before Melanie. "Now, can I touch you?"

"Yes, yes!" she cried, running into my arms and squashing her tiny tits against my big jugs, our nipples immediately rubbing against each other. "Touch me! Touch my tits! Touch my cunt!"

I did, throwing one palm like a suction cup against her tits, squeezing them together, and throwing my other arm over her back and across her ass so I could reach between her cheeks and snake my fingers into the creaming slit of her cunt. I could tell that our ages made no difference when it came to pussy flow – my fingers were drenched with cunt-juice.

"Quick, quick, into the bedroom," she whispered urgently in my ear. "I want to be in bed with you. I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel your tongue in my pussy while I eat yours."

We flew hand in hand to the bedroom, diving onto the bed like it was an Olympic-size pool and landing in each other's arms, our gushing pussies rubbing maddeningly together.

"Now, now," she urged, "sixty-nine, let's sixty-nine. I can't wait to taste your cunt."

We hurriedly maneuvered so that she lay flat on her back, her nakedly perfect teenage body directly beneath me, my haunches straddling her so that the parted cheeks of my ass placed the dripping gash of my pussy right in her face.

"Go down on me at both ends," she said rapidly, and I instantly complied, sending my cunt plopping juicily against her mouth, and hurtling my face into the steaming crack of her wide-open cunt.

Her tongue was a marvel as it flicked in and out of my juicing pussy at a fantastic rate, its pistonlike darting a testimony to the boundless energy of youth. As she reamed out my cunt with thrusts that were more and more daring, it felt as satisfying as any man's cock inside my cunt, expertly hitting all the right places and staffing a series of miniature orgasms within me. The orgasmic intensity starting to dominate my body forced me to instinctively answer her pussy-thrusts with a tongue-fucking of my own. I stabbed at least three inches inside of her fuck-hole, immediately feeling the dewy walls of her cunt tenderly clasp me.

The worn was eerily quiet except for the repeated slurps of our cunt-lapping, each of our mouths lathering up a froth inside the pussy pressing against its lips Melanie's cunt tasted unbelievably sweet and pure as I licked away at it, hopeful that she was finding my pussy as delicious as I was finding hers.

Her clit was full-grown and rubbed insistently against my teeth and gums. Finally I gave in to the spike-like nubbin of glistening, pink meat and started lapping it exclusively, teasing her clit into greater and greater hardness with my flicking licks and playful rubs.

Down below, her face was virtually all the way into my bloated gash, her nose firmly jammed in the bottom of my cunt while her lips and mouth aggressively nibbled inside the entrance to my fuck-canal, turning the tissues of my pussy into an inflamed mass of raw nerve endings.

I was coming once every few seconds now. Each climax built on top of the other until my naked body was racked by frenzy, my mouth and cunt stimulated from the outside while the rest of me was burned by my inner fires.