by Amy Brent
“Your pussy tastes amazing,” he said, licking his lips, his breath growing heavy. “I want to taste it for myself.”
“Will you let me suck your cock if I let you taste my pussy?” I asked.
“I’ll certainly think about it,” he said with a sly grin. He quickly cleared the cups from the table and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and he tugged me out of the chair and into a strong embrace. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into him, digging his fingers in hard. I stood on my tiptoes so his long cock could slide between my legs. My big tits mashed against his muscular chest. My lips quickly found his. Our tongues dueled and slithered. As his cock slid between my wet folds, I closed my eyes and moaned into his mouth.
“Lie down,” he said, directing me to lie back on the table with my ass at the edge. He pulled up a chair and rubbed his hands together playfully and smacked his lips. “Now this is my favorite kind of breakfast.”
I giggled and put my hands behind my head and spread my legs wide for him. “Well then, eat your fill, kind sir.”
Wynn did not have to be told twice. He started rubbing my dripping pussy with his right hand as his left hand reached up to knead my breast. My body reacted immediately to his touch, gushing hot juices from my hole as my nipples grew so plump they ached. I closed my eyes and briefly thought about Holden. There was no hesitation, no worry and no concern that I was doing something Holden didn’t want me to do. To the contrary, I had the sneaking suspicion that this whole morning-coffee-slash-morning-sex-session had been a setup to give me and Wynn time to get to know one another better. And so, we did.
Wynn lowered his mouth to my clit and the moment his lips made contact with my most super-sensitive spot, my entire body jerked as if I’d been hit with a live wire.
His lips were warm and soft and wet. I’m sure my pussy felt the same to him. I felt Wynn pulled back the hooded skin hiding my clit and his tongue began to circle my hard, little nub, sending shockwaves rippling through my body from head to toe. When his tongue slowly slid from my clit to my hole, I thought I was going to jump right off the table.
“Oh... fuck… yes… that’s… oh… yes…” I was moaning out of my head. The anticipation of having Wynn’s lips on my pussy had been killing me. I had had dirty dreams all night about fucking Wynn, but I must admit, none of them involved getting my pussy licked on the kitchen table. This was far better than any dream I could have ever have come up with on my own.
“Your pussy… mmm… it tastes like… mmm… is that… strawberries… no… wait… lavender…” Wynn said, humming the words.
“Both… yes… from… oh… yes… right there… right… ohhh… from… the bubble bath…” I stuttered out the words. “I washed… really good… just… oh… just… for you…”
“So… mmm… so… thoughtful,” he said, the words vibrating against my clit. He brought both hands down to cup my ass cheeks in his palms and used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips. He lifted my ass up to his mouth as if he were eating hot, juicy, dripping, watermelon… with no seeds, of course…
“Mmmm…” he said, his lips pressed to my pussy and his tongue circling my hole. “So… sweet… so… wet…”
Before I knew it, I felt my pussy grow hot as fire as the first orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami hitting the beach. It came on all at once, exploding from deep within me. I bucked my ass in Wynn’s hands and started squeezing my tits hard and moaning loudly.
“Fuck… oh… god… Wynn… I’m… I’m… cumming... Wynn… suck… my pussy… fuck my hole… with your…oh… fuck… your… tongue… Wynn… fuck me… with your… hard tongue…”
I came hard against Wynn’s mouth, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. I gushed hot juices over his cheeks and chin. The smell of my cum filled the warm kitchen air. I clutched my nipples between my fingers and squeezed them until the pleasure overtook the pain.
My body spasmed against Wynn’s tongue and fingers for a moment, then I pushed out a long sigh and fell still, aware for the first time of the cool wood of the table at my back. The realization that I was lying on Holden’s kitchen table being eaten out by his best friend made me smile. I opened my eyes and glanced down to see Wynn smiling at me as his tongue went about cleaning the juices from my pussy and inner thighs.
“You do that incredibly well, Dr. Driver,” I said with a dreamy smile. “I can only assume that you’ve had hours and hours of practice.”
“Hours and hours,” he said, licking my cum from his fingers. “In fact, I think I have a framed certificate somewhere.”
I giggled at his words and the goofy look on his handsome face. “I’m sure you do. A well-earned certificate, I’m sure.”
“I do other things incredibly well,” he said, pushing himself out of the chair to stand between my legs. His cock loomed large before my eyes, a foot long, crimson red, veiny, the tip wet with his ooze. He took his cock in his right hand and squeezed. Clear precum oozed from the tip as if he was squeezing the world’s sexiest toothpaste tube. He rubbed the juicy tip of his cock to my clit.
“Oh…” I gasped as another shockwave rumbled through me. I reached for his cock and wiggled my fingers. “Let me do it. Let me touch your monster cock…”
He stepped forward to lay his cock in both of my hands. It was like holding a warm, fleshy lead pipe. It was hard, straight, and girthy, with thick veins roping the shaft from the blonde curls of his crotch to the bulbous head. I closed both hands around it and pulled him toward me as if I were reeling in a hose. He hooked the crooks of his arms under my knees and lifted my legs up as I tugged him closer.
“Oh… god… you… you are so… so… so… fucking… big,” I said, licking my lips at the size and feel of him. I couldn’t wait to see how much of his cock I could take into my mouth. But for now, I wanted to see how much I could take inside my pussy. I pulled on his cock and beckoned him with my eyes.
I said, “Come closer… closer…”
Wynn held my legs and moved closer until the bulbous head of his cock pushed against my hot, wet hole. He gave me a concerned look.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he said. “I’ll go slow, but you tell me when to stop.”
“Don’t you worry about me,” I said, swirling the tip of his cock around my hole to get it really wet. “I’m much tougher than I look.”
He blinked at me, seriously. “I know, I meant, well, I’m pretty long.”
“No shit,” I said, giving his cock a playful squeeze with both hands, giggling again at the look on his face. He looked like a little kid telling me not to hurt myself while playing with his favorite toy. “Just go slowly… And stop pushing when you hit something.”
He grinned and held up his hands with his arms still hooked under my knees. “Sorry. I know. It’s not your first rodeo.”
“And you are not my first prize bull,” I said. “Now… shut up and fuck me…”
My hole opened up to him as he slid the head of his cock inside me, then my pussy suctioned to the shaft. His cock was huge, the biggest I’d ever had the pleasure of taking inside me. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. It hurt just enough to make me wince, then the pleasure took over and the pain magically disappeared.
I could instantly feel him in every part of my body. I felt like I had just had a three-course meal. My belly felt full, only it was not my belly. It was my cunt. Fortunately, Holden’s cock was nearly as big, and we’d been going at it like horny bunnies for weeks, so I knew we’d have no problem getting down to business with Wynn. Or should I say, I’d have no problem getting Wynn’s business inside me?
“God… you’re so fucking… ah… shit… so… tight…” he said, moving closer and inch at a time. I could feel my pussy literally opening up for him, molding around the thick shaft, squeezing him tight. I could feel the bulbous head snaking its way up my tight tunnel. When his cock was partially in, about five inches or so, I felt the tip hit my cervix and we both knew that was as far as he was
gonna go.
“Is that… in… far… enough…” I asked, swallowing hard between the words. The size of him was setting off nerves in my cunt like sparklers on a dark night. My entire body was tingling, as if the air was filled with static electricity that was emanating from deep inside me. I felt like lighting could shoot from my fingertips… and my nipples…
“Yes… that is… fucking… perfect…” Wynn said, leaning in to me so his hands could reach my breasts and still keep my legs hooked under his arms. He slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy until the head was at my hole, then eased himself back in. Uh… holy fucking shit… the sparklers quickly became wildfires as my body lit up and my nerves tipped over the edge. After a few more slow thrusts, we were both lubed up and good to go.
“Now…” I sighed. “Slowly… fuck me… nice… and… slow…”
“I’ll go slowly until you tell me to speed up,” he said. He put his hands on my knees and started rocking his hips in and out, in and out, in and out. Each time his cock slid out and back in, little shocks of pleasure rippled through my body. I was on fire. I started sweating. Juices oozed from deep inside me. My pussy clenched to his cock and held on tight as Wynn rocked his thin hips to and fro.
“How… is that…” he asked, his words tumbling out over heavy gusts of breath. “Fuck… Jude… you are… so… fucking… tight…”
“And you’re… so… fucking… huge…” I sighed at the look on his face. His eyes were closed, his forehead lined, his face intense. The muscles across his shoulders and fuzzy chest were tightening, bulging. His nipples were as hard as his cock. They were big, like the tip of my little finger. I couldn’t wait to have them between my lips.
His thrusts were getting faster as the heat and wetness prompted him on. Soon, he was pounding the head of his cock against my cervix. His body was drenched in sweat. He was grunting like a wild animal, pummeling me now, panting, thrusting. I knew he was about to blow. And so was I.
“Oh… fuck… Wynn… yes… I’m… oh god… fuck… I’m… cumming… I’m… cumming…” I screamed the words until they echoed off the kitchen walls. “Fuck… me… harder… Wynn… fuck… me… harder… oh… yes… yes… yessss…”
I started coming in waves, one after another.
I would climax and try to catch my breath, then I’d climax again, gushing my hot juices all over his long cock.
Wynn’s fingers tightened around my knees. He grunted louder, his thrusts getting jerky.
“I’m… cumming… Jude… I’m… fuck…fuck…fuck…”
I opened my eyes in time to watch every muscle in Wynn’s torso bulge like he was lifting weights. Large veins popped out of his neck as he tossed his head back and gritted his teeth and howled at the ceiling.
I closed my eyes and cooed as I felt my belly getting warm as he pumped his load of milky goo inside my cunt.
He jerked and spasmed for a moment, then blew out a long breath and opened his eyes to look at me.
We both smiled, knowing it was going to be a wonderful weekend.
CHAPTER TEN: Holden
I had to leave the house before 8 A.M. on Saturday morning to get to Conner Hall, the large meeting hall on campus where the Psychology & Sexuality in The Modern Age weekend seminar was being held.
It was hard, dragging myself out of bed and leaving Jude lying there on her back, all naked and warm, her perfect breasts rising and falling as she snored softly with strands of hair across her face. Her lips were open, the warm breath sighing out of her made me long to press my lips to hers. God, I loved waking up with this woman. There was just something magical about it. I guess that was because there was something magical about Jude.
I resisted the urge to snuggle up next to her and slide my cock between her legs for a little good morning loving. We had really gone at it hot and heavy last night (what’s better than make-up sex???), not to mention finishing off the bottle of wine Wynn had brought before calling it a night.
She’d had a rough few weeks. She deserved a little rest and relaxation. Besides, unless I missed my guess, she’d be having a little morning delight with Wynn once they were both up and around. There was no need for me to wear her out completely, although the vision of her naked body in my bed remained on my mind’s eye all the way to Conner Hall.
The event didn’t formally start until noon with registration at eleven, but I had somehow been put in charge of logistics, so it was my job to make sure the tables and chairs were set up in the meeting hall, the sound system worked, the food was scheduled to arrive, the coffee was made, and the reception table was all ready for folks to check in as soon as they walked through the lobby doors.
All the attendees had RSVP’d in advance and their nametags were neatly spread out on the reception table, which was in the lobby just as attendees came in the door. The table would be manned by association members and student volunteers, who should start arriving within the hour.
It was not going to be a large event, maybe fifty people or so, but having a celebrity author and fellow psychiatric professional like Dr. Wynn Driver had the place buzzing. The local media had even requested permission to come out and interview Wynn; radio, television, bloggers, and the school paper.
The male members of the association all acted unimpressed at our celebrity keynoter. Most of the female members, on the other hand, were as giddy as teenage girls headed to a Justin Bieber concert. Many of the ladies had, shall we say, “experienced” Wynn intimately. And those who had not probably fantasized about doing so.
Going into the weekend there was an electricity in the air I had never felt at such an event, large or small. My friend Wynn was a star. A star with groupies of all ages. And I could not have been happier for him. And maybe just a tad jealous. Both perfectly normal, I assure you.
I had just finished talking to the catering company over the phone, confirming the lunch menu of rubber chicken and cold rice (a joke, I hoped) when I noticed the beautiful black girl coming through the front door. She had skin the color of chocolate and a head full of short dreadlocks that reached her shoulders and hung over her forehead. She was dressed in a black tank top under a short blue jacket and a pair of jeans that should have charged admission the way they showed off her ample rear end. She set her backpack next to the reception desk and gave me a sleepy nod. It was Izzy, Jude’s roommate and ardent protector.
“Professor Moss,” she said coldly, giving me the eye as she stood at the table staring down at the name tags. “I agreed to work the sign-in table.”
“Ah, that was nice of you,” I said, stepping aside to let her move around behind the table to take a seat in one of the two chairs. “Did Jude twist your arm?”
“No, Jude had nothing to do with it,” she said, crinkling her nose and looking at me as if I were giving off a bad odor. “Professor Atkinson made us draw straws and I lost.”
“Ah, forced to volunteer,” I said with a smile. “Either way, thanks for helping out. I appreciate it.”
“Whatever,” she grunted, narrowing her dark eyes at me. It was obvious that Izzy had not decided whether she liked me or not. She seemed to be leaning toward the dislike-side. She was super protective of Jude, but she had to realize how happy Jude was since we’d been together. Still, she looked me up and down with suspicious eyes and curled her lip at me.
“Where’s Jude?” she asked, her beautiful face twisting into a disapproving frown as she looked around the lobby, which was empty except for she and I. “Is she coming to help out?”
“She was asleep when I left the house,” I said. I shoved my hands into my pockets because I didn’t know what to do with them. Funny, Izzy had the ability to make me nervous with just a look, kind of like my mother used to. I shuffled my feet on the worn carpet and forced a smile. “She’ll be here later to help out. I thought I’d let her sleep in.”
“Uh huh,” she grunted, arching her eyebrows. She sat down in the chair and started alphabetizing and straightening the name tags. “Your
friend get into town?”
“My friend?”
She kept her hands busy with the name tags and did not look up at me. “The thoughtful pussy guy,” she said. “What’s his name?”
“Dr. Wynn Driver,” I said with a smile. The thoughtful pussy guy. Classic. I’d have to suggest to Wynn that he put that on his business card. “He got in late last night.”
“He sleep in the bed with y’all?” she asked. The question came out of nowhere in a low growl, like a wolf issuing a warning to a lamb about to get slaughtered. It forced the smile from my face. I pulled over a chair to sit across the table from her.
“Why would you ask me that question?” I asked seriously.
“You know why I asked you that question,” she said, hands busy, eyes down. “Me and Jude talk, you know. I know what you have in mind for her and I don’t think I like it much.”
“Really? And what do you think I have in mind for her?”
“She’s told me all about you and your little gay pal, Wynn, and your little gangbang sessions y’all do,” she said. She glanced up long enough to make me swallow hard. “I know what you two mother fuckers are planning. And so does Jude. So, don’t act all sweet and innocent with me because I know all about you and your little friend.”
“My little friend?” I couldn’t help but smile, then I started to get angry. Obviously, this girl thought she knew me, but she didn’t have a clue who I really was. I rested my forearms on the table and resisted the urge to tell her what Jude and I did was none of her fucking business. Instead, I took a few slow breaths and let the words settle for a moment.
When I spoke, I tried to keep the anger out of my tone. I knew she wasn’t just being a bitch. She was just looking out for her best friend. I certainly could not blame her for that. I’d protect Jude from anything or anyone that I thought might be a threat.
I said, “Look, Izzy…”
She held up a hand to shush me. “Don’t you ‘look Izzy’ me,” she said in a tone that clearly said she would just as soon kick my ass as give me the time of day.
