by Penny Wylder
“Remember what I showed you,” he says. “Use some variety. Twist your hands while you move, or use both.”
I lean further in to him so he has a better view of my breasts, putting both of my hands on him. Instead of doing just one, I do both, twisting both my hands around him as I move up and down. He lets out a long breath. “Yes.”
As I move, I remember what he said about my speed, and I move my hands faster, and I smile at the way his breath catches. I know what to do next. I lean down, placing my lips against the tip of his cock. I let my tongue dart out, sweeping across the opening, and I pull back just as fast. I move to the side, letting my tongue and mouth brush against him, down one side and up the other. “Use your tongue,” he says, and his voice is thin—breathy. “Lick me everywhere, even my balls.”
I press my tongue against the base of his cock, licking up the bottom like a lollipop, just like he described in class. I lick up and down, using different patterns with my tongue and making sure that I cover all of him. I love the salt of his skin, love the little tremors I can feel in his muscles when I touch a sensitive spot. Dipping my head down further, I follow his instructions and explore his balls with my tongue. He hisses out a breath, and it encourages me. I take them fully into my mouth, sucking gently, continuing my teasing routine.
I can tell he’s struggling with his words and his voice comes through gritted teeth. “I need your mouth on me now, Mayra. Suck my cock.”
Again, I remember what he said in class, and I take just the tip of him into my mouth, sucking as hard as I can. I’m rewarded by the sound of him swearing and his hips driving up towards me. I would be grinning if it weren’t impossible to smile and suck a cock at the same time. Everything he said he wanted, I give it to him. I take as much of him as I can, and then push myself to take more. I swirl and sweep my tongue along him as I pull back, making sure to mix up my patterns so he’ll never guess what’s coming. Finally, I look up at him as I push him deep into my mouth.
He’s watching me, his breathing ragged. I feel his hands weave into my hair, undoing my ponytail. His hand guides my rhythm and speed, showing me exactly what he needs, and he pushes me a little deeper. He’s cursing under his breath, telling me how good it feels, and the warmth of his praise settles in me and motivates me even more. I start using my hands too, sucking him down like no other blowjob I’ve given. His fingers tighten in my hair and I look up at him. “I’m going to come,” he says. “Swallow it. Swallow me.”
I don’t stop to tell him that was always the plan, that I want him so much that I never considered something else. Instead, I plunge down on his cock, the deepest I’ve gone. I seal my lips around him and suck, slowly pulling back up his shaft. I feel his cock twitch inside my mouth, and Philip groans as the first stream of his cum hits my tongue. He tastes sweeter than I expected, and I swallow it all as he continues to come. His whole body relaxes as he finishes, and I look up at him, releasing him from my mouth.
“Show me,” he says, and I open my mouth to show him how empty it is, how I took everything from him.
He doesn’t look like he’s unhappy, or that he had a bad time. I hope that going to that class did some good—at least on him—and that he was right, that I was a good student. But I can’t ask, at least not yet. Once I ask, he’ll know just how wrong everything is. But I watch his eyes darken as he looks at me, and I know that we’re not finished yet.
8
Philip
Holy shit.
Staring at Mayra kneeling in front of me, I’m completely dazed. She just made me come harder than I thought I could, and I still want more of her. My dick is ready to go again just looking at her. She’s breathing hard, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin from the effort, and damn if she isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. And she was clearly paying attention to what I said in class yesterday, she did everything I said that I wanted in a blowjob—hell I didn’t even need to give her the tips I did. I only did it because she asked. Her mouth is by far the best thing my cock has ever felt.
For now. I have a feeling that her pussy is going to beat that, and I have every intention of finding out. I stand, pulling her to her feet and immediately sweeping her off them. I pause only for a moment to grab that dildo off the table before heading in the direction she disappeared earlier. Her bedroom must be back here.
“What are you doing?” she asks, and I look down to find her tits bouncing beautifully as I walk with her.
I find her bedroom at the end of the hall, the morning light pouring in from the windows and highlighting a gorgeous bed. “I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I set her down, “and I’m not going to do it on the couch.” Her breath catches, and I’m close enough to see her eyes go wide with anticipation and arousal. I stand back from the bed, stripping off my shirt and pushing my jeans off my hips. She’s already seen mine, and now I want to see hers.
I lean over her, pressing my lips against her stomach and hooking my fingers in her leggings. “I want to see that pretty cunt of yours,” I whisper against her skin, and I feel her shudder. The leggings peel away from her skin and I’m mesmerized by her legs. Every inch of them is smooth and the light coming in makes her skin glow. I toss the leggings away and return to her stomach, kissing my way to that patch of hair between her legs. “Open for me,” I say, and she does.
Her pussy is pink and gorgeous, already wet and glistening. The fact that I did this—that her body is responding to mine—makes me feel primal and alive, and I’m overcome with the need to taste her. She gasps as I make contact, my lips smoothing across her clit, tongue flicking out to tease. She tastes good, sweet and floral and female. I sweep my tongue down across her pussy, gathering her wetness on my tongue, licking her clean.
Her opening is too tempting to resist, and I cover it with my lips, tracing the edges with my tongue. She groans, and I fight the smile that plays at my lips. Instead, I dip my tongue inside her cunt, feeling her curves and heat. Sliding my mouth back to her clit, I suck. I drag her clit as deep inside my mouth as it can go, and her hips thrust upwards, further into my mouth.
She shoves a hand into my hair, holding my face against her as I work her pussy with long, sweeping strokes of my tongue. She’s so aroused, it’s not going to take long for her to come. It won’t be the last time she comes today. Using my tongue, I move back and forth over her clit, creating a slow rhythm. I keep it steady, letting her arousal build, letting her body get used to the speed and look for more. As her hips start to move against me, I move my tongue faster. My flicking back and forth is like lightning, and I go faster until I can’t anymore. Her breath is coming heavy gasps, and I hear her murmuring things under her breath. Her muscles are starting to shake, and I know that she’s almost there.
Along with the movement of my tongue, I suck her clit again, savoring the taste and the cry it draws from her. Her hips are riding my face, and I know she’s seconds away. I give her clit one last stroke, sucking it between my teeth. Her orgasm breaks with a soft cry, and another burst of her sweetness floods over my tongue. I swirl my tongue across her pussy, feeling her contract underneath me, and I don’t pull my mouth away from her until I feel her body settle.
She sighs, and I love how content it sounds. Even if she is happy, I’m not close to finished. I crawl up her body, taking my time. I kiss the curve of her hip, lick the skin under her breast, draw her nipples into my mouth until I feel them harden between my lips. I’m enthralled with the way her body responds to mine, watching her skin flush as I touch her. Finally, I’m face to face with her, her blonde hair a tangled mess across the sheets. I kiss her, pressing my body against hers and reveling in the softness of her skin. Touching her is like a high I never want to come down from.
“That was…really good,” she says, and I laugh.
My own voice is rough, from her pleasure and mine and wanting more. “I’m glad you thought so. I’ve never taken a class in how to eat pussy.”
I watch her cheeks go pink,
and smile at how easy her skin changes. “You don’t need to,” she says.
“Speaking of classes,” I say, picking up the dildo from where I left it on the bed and bringing it up to show her. “I want to know something.”
She’s eyeing the Mustang in my hand, and I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder if she’s remembering what she did with it after she left the class, the same way I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about her.
“Did you use this to imagine me?”
Her cheeks aren’t pink anymore, they’ve blossomed into a flaming red. But all the same she locks eyes with me, and she says, “Yes.”
My cock goes fully hard again at the fact that she thought about me. I move the dildo down, fit it against her pussy, slide it in. She’s still so wet that it goes in easily, and she gasps, her back arching. It’s a gorgeous sight. “Did you fuck yourself with it, thinking it was me?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
I pull the dildo back, almost all the way, and push it back in to the hilt, the suction cup almost flush with her skin. She gasps again, and her eyes flutter closed. I lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. “Did you come?”
She shudders as I thrust the Mustang in again. “Yes.”
I fuck her slowly with the toy, using it to warm her up. I lied a little bit when I said this toy was my size. I know I’m bigger, but I wanted to see her blush. “Do you want to know what the real thing feels like?”
Her eyes snap open, and I kiss her, pressing the dildo deep, holding it in place. She nods as I kiss her, and I pull the toy out of her pussy. I bring it up to her mouth. “Taste yourself,” I say softly, and she does. She opens her mouth and lets me put the toy inside. She sucks it down, and my cock is aching it’s so hard. Seeing her taste her wetness on this toy is almost as hot as seeing my cock in her mouth. A shock so raw goes through me, I know I can’t wait anymore to actually be inside her.
I grab a condom from my wallet and put it on, fitting myself between her legs. I press inside her, and I can’t stop a moan as I sink into her heat. I was right, her cunt hugging my cock is the by far the best thing its ever felt. Her gaze goes glassy as I push in to the hilt. “Mayra.” She looks at me, and the look of pleasure on her face sends triumph roaring through my system. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” she says. “More than good.”
Keeping my cock all the way inside her, I lean down to her lips. “Don’t hold back,” I say, between kissing her. “I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you say my name.”
I pull out, and thrust back in, and it feels like heaven. I pull away from her, and I start moving inside her. I roll my hips against her, making sure I touch her already sensitive clit. I try to go slow, to draw out the feelings, and it’s sweet torture. I feel a hand on my chest, and I realize I’ve closed my eyes. Mayra is looking up at me, and she’s smiling. She wraps her legs around my waist, and pulls me closer. “My vagina isn’t made of glass,” she says, echoing my words from yesterday. “You can give it a good pounding.”
“Mayra—”
She thrusts her hips into mine, and I stop speaking. “Fuck me,” she says.
How can I say no to that? I lace my fingers with hers, holding her hands against the bed, and I fuck her.
9
Mayra
The first time Philip entered me, I thought I saw stars. I was wrong. Now that he’s actually fucking me, I’m seeing galaxies.
He feels so much bigger than that dildo, and even though that little toy gave me the best orgasm of my life, I have a feeling it’s about to get beat out by Philip’s cock. I lock my ankles behind his back, forcing him deeper into me. Every stroke fills me up to the brim, and I feel deliciously stretched, the fiction setting off a wildfire of pleasure inside. Another orgasm is building inside me, and I’m not ready for it. I haven’t even recovered from the last one. But Philip isn’t going to stop, and I don’t want him to.
Sex has never felt this good—nothing has ever felt this good. And there’s a part of my brain that wonders if I was never bad at sex, that I had just never encountered someone that truly aroused me. And if that’s true, then there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m still not totally convinced, but I know I’m going to think about it later. Right now I can’t think because the way Philip is moving inside me doesn’t let me think about anything but the pleasure radiating through me.
The tip of his cock is striking a place deep inside me that’s making me shiver. I never even knew that place existed, but he found it and now it’s screaming his name. Sounds are working themselves up from inside me, and I fight to keep them inside out of instinct. He can’t hear me, how much I feel. It’s too much, too good, oh god.
A moan escapes me, and I hear Philip curse. I’m on the very edge of another orgasm, and I don’t know how much longer I can last. I pull his face to mine, crushing his lips, breathing him in. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and force his body against mine. I’m craving his skin and I want him everywhere. The added contact makes him brush against my clit and my orgasm rolls over me like a wave. I gasp, and his tongue plunges into my mouth. The taste of me is still on his tongue, and I love that. My back arches off the bed, my body’s attempt to take him deeper inside.
The pleasure has peaked, but unlike a normal wave, it hasn’t subsided. I’m swept away in the high of pleasure, floating on this bright sea. If I could, I would exist forever in this moment—exquisite pleasure sizzling through my nerves. My body goes slack, and I feel Philip’s hands on my body. He runs his hands down my sides, curls them under my back, tilts my hips up so he has a better angle for his thrusts. I’m still in the hazy aftermath of orgasm, and I’m perfectly happy to have him inside me. It feels good, and I savor the feeling of being full. It feels like a balm after weeks of feeling utterly empty.
Something touches my over-sensitive clit, and my eyes fly open to find Philip grinning. He brushes his thumb over me again, and I don’t recognize the sound that comes out of me as my own voice. He does it again, and I feel a fierce bolt of pleasure. I shake my head, it’s too much too soon. I’ve never had this many orgasms in such a short time. I don’t think my body can do it. Philip slows down his pace, instead focusing on my clit. “I said don’t hold back.” His voice is deep, and it draws me to those eyes. I could get lost in their color.
“I’m not.”
“You are,” he says, squeezing my clit between two fingers, “Let me hear you.” He thrusts into me, and stays. I can feel the skin of his thighs pressed against mine, and this feeling of fullness, of closeness, it’s almost too much.
A finger circling my clit. I groan, “I can’t come again.”
Another thrust, another circle. “You can,” his eyes don’t leave mine. “And you will.”
He starts to thrust again at full speed, and his fingers don’t leave my clit. My nerves are overwhelmed, and I cry out, my voice echoing around the room. I clamp my mouth shut, only to hear Philip’s voice in my ear. “Let it out. Let me hear you.”
I’m drowning in sensation—friction and fullness and bursting fireworks, all spinning through me and making me dizzy. He doesn’t stop and I curse because I don’t want him to stop. What felt like too much a moment is suddenly everything I want. My hands are grabbing the blankets, and I’m begging him to make me come, because this orgasm is bigger than the ones before. I can feel it coming, a wave like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Philip slams deep inside me, and I recognize his frenzy—he’s close too.
With a sudden burst of speed, Philip drives me over the edge. I hear myself scream, the orgasm roaring in my ears as I come. My pussy contracts, squeezing his cock and I feel him come too, hear him groaning as he empties himself. I go blind with the pleasure rushing through my body, able only to feel. The muscles of my body are shaking, every nerve alive and feeling, an earthquake only my body can feel.
The high passes slowly, and I come back into my body. Philip is beside me now, and I’m lying on his ch
est. I don’t remember getting there, but I don’t care. My body feels limp—wrung out and exhausted with pleasure. I feel Philip’s chest rise and fall beneath my head, and I take the little energy I have to run my fingers along his stomach. He didn’t give me a chance to admire him when he stripped, but he’s just as gorgeous as I thought he would be. The kind of body being a soldier and a rock climber will give you. I like how solid it is.
I close my eyes, and a sudden wave of tiredness rolls over me. I remember I didn’t sleep well because I was thinking about this moment, and now that it’s here the temptation to sleep is great. But I don’t want to sleep, because I need to know if it was good for him. I need to know what he thought about it. His chest starts to vibrate, and I realize he’s laughing. A sinking feeling seeps into my gut. “What’s so funny?” I ask, my voice smaller than I would like.
He edges out from underneath me, instead propping himself up on his elbow beside me. “I was just wondering why on earth you went to a sex class. Don’t get me wrong—I’m glad you did or this wouldn’t have happened, but why?”
“What do you mean?” I shake my head a little. The question pops into my head again, maybe I wasn’t good at sex before because I’d never actually had good sex. But I want to hear what he means.
He laughs again. “Well you certainly don’t need any tips when it comes to sex. Or blowjobs.” He presses his lips against my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
I blush, a warmth spreading through my stomach, and he chuckles again. “I’m glad you liked it,” I say.
“Are you going to tell me why you left?” His hand is on my hip, drawing lazy circles, and I like the way it feels.
