Al Steiner - Doing It All Over

"You've never eaten a pussy before." Debbie giggled, her eyes shining.

I looked at her meaningfully. "Debbie, I'm an expert at eating pussy. I bet that I could make you come in less than ten minutes using only my tongue upon your gorgeous body."

She swallowed nervously. "Oh really?"

"Really." I said. "Come here a second." I patted my lap.

"Why?" She challenged. Lonnie and Raisin were both speechless, watching this development.

"Just come here and let me give you a little sample of what my tongue can do for you." I chuckled. "Unless you're scared that is. Afraid I might make you lose control."

"You talk pretty bold little boy." She informed me nervously.

"Come here." I whispered, staring lustfully at her. "Let me show you a sample."

She hesitated for another second or so and then curiosity got the better of her. She stood and walked over to me. I patted my lap again.

"Sit down." I told her, reaching out and touching the side of her right leg. The denim of her jeans was tight. Tight enough to let me feel the muscle of her leg beneath it.

She sat on my lap, turning her face towards me, her eyes transfixed upon my face. "Well?" She said.

I reached up and took her face in my hands, feeling the soft skin of her cheeks. I pulled her forward, drawing her lips to mine. She came willingly, parting her lips. I kissed her softly, feeling her puffy lips meeting mine. I darted the tip of my tongue forward slowly, touching the inside of her lip and running it back and forth, tasting the smooth membranes and feeling the back of my tongue rubbing against her top teeth. I withdrew my tongue for an instant and then darted forward with it once more. Her tongue shot out to meet it this time. I swirled the tip of mine with hers, marveling at the fact that I was making out with a sixteen year old girl. My cock jumped to full attention.

I gave her my best kissing, sucking lightly on her tongue and lips, nipping a little at them. It was undoubtedly a far cry from what she was used to, which was probably some brute ramming his tongue down her throat. I used my tongue like an instrument, tasting her young mouth, and arousing her. She pulled herself closer to me, forgetting that two other people were in the room. Her sweater clad breasts pushed against my chest.

I kissed across her cheek to her neck, licking and sucking on it softly, working my way upward, nibbling at her soft flesh. When I reached her earlobe I nipped at it and then slid my tongue softly through the hollow of her jaw. I blew lightly in her ear and then began to whisper to her.

"Have you ever been kissed like this before?" I asked.

"No." She groaned, her hands moving up and down my back.

"Do you like the way my tongue feels against your skin?"

"Yes." She panted, trembling all over now.

"Imagine this tongue and this mouth sliding all over your beautiful body. Imagine it suckling your nipples like a newborn baby. Imagine it kissing your tummy, your legs, sucking on your toes, and finally going between your legs and licking you there. Eating you until you come in my mouth."

"Ohh." She squeaked.

"You want that, don't you?" I whispered in her ear. "You want to come in my mouth, don't you? Has anyone ever made you come before?"

"No." She shook her head as I nibbled her earlobe again.

"I can." I told her. "I can make you come until you beg me to stop. I can make you come until you scream. Would you like me to?"

"Oh god." She whined, loud enough for the other two to hear.

"Would you?" I repeated.

"Ohhhh." She was now trembling all over, her skin flushing.

I ran my tongue across the side of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, until it was teasing the delicate skin in the hollow of her throat. I sucked a little and then raised up and kissed her again. Her tongue eagerly sought out mine, sucking it into her mouth a little harder than I liked, almost painfully. That was okay. I knew I had her.

I pulled her tighter against me, feeling her breasts push into my chest. They were firm and oh so young. My instinct was to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. But I didn't want to do that. I wanted her to ask me, to beg me to take her there.

I put my lips back near her ear and began to whisper to her again. "You're getting hot from my mouth, aren't you Debbie?"

"Yessss!" She hissed, breathing rapidly. "I've never…, ohhhh!"

"I've gotten you this hot by just kissing your face and your neck." I whispered. "Imagine what else I can do for you. I can give you pleasure you've never dreamed of before. All you have to do is ask me. Ask me to show you."

"Ohh God." She moaned again, grasping me tighter against her. She was approaching the edge of control. I knew that she was now mine, that if I stood up and led her to the bedroom, she would come. But I wanted her to ask me.

"Just ask." I told her, nibbling her ear again. "Just ask me to show you and I will."

"Please?" She said immediately. "Show me. You have to show me!"

I smiled, breaking the kiss. I gave her butt a little pat, indicating she should stand up. She did so, ignoring Raisin and Lonnie, just staring at me with glazed, lustful eyes. I stood too.

"Hey Raisin," I asked, smiling. "You mind if I borrow your room for a while? Me and Debbie have to talk."

He was speechless, just staring at me. Though I didn't want to, I could see that he'd sprung a woody watching the two of us.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said, grabbing Debbie's hand and leading her there. She didn't even look back.

Raisin's room was suprisingly pretty neat. His bed wasn't made but the floor was free of laundry and there was little debris lying around. I led Debbie inside and then shut the door. It was latched less than a half a second before her mouth slammed into mine and her tongue was probing for my tonsils. She pulled me tight against her, grinding her crotch into mine, rubbing her hips in circles.

"Oh god," She said, breaking the kiss and licking at my neck. "I've never been this fuckin' turned on before. I can't believe I'm doing this."

"I have that effect on women." I said, kissing her back and leading her over to the bed.

We sat down on the foot of it and I kissed her again, running my hand up under her sweater. I felt her smooth stomach and the cups of her bra for a moment before pushing upward, lifting the hem of the sweater over her head. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it. I tossed it to the floor next to the bed.

I began kissing her smooth shoulders while my hands slid around her back, finding the clasp of her bra. With a quick flick of my fingers the clasp was undone, allowing the bra to sag free. I pulled it off of her and tossed it to the floor next to her sweater.

I leaned back and stared at her chest for a moment. Her tits were almost more than I take. I had to restrain myself from simply attacking them. Though large for a teenager, they were firm, unaffected by years of gravity pulling on them. The nipples were small but erect, standing out proudly. The flesh was slightly paler than the surrounding skin. Sixteen year old tits! My mind screamed at me.

She saw my gaze and flushed deeper, covering them with her arms. Obviously my eyes upon her embarrassed her.

Gently I reached out and pulled her arms back down. "Don't cover them up." I said softly. "They're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

She was nervous, not saying anything but giving me a slight giggle.

I reached out and stroked them softly with my fingers, running the tips around the perimeter, feeling the young, springy flesh, testing the weight of them. She sighed a little as I did this. Again, she was probably expecting me to maul them as a normal teenager would. I let the tip of my fingers circle inward, finally just flicking her nipples. She shuddered at the contact.