Sweet p***y

“Hey,” The caller's enthusiastic tone reverberated in my eardrums the moment I took up the phone. Where have you been, t**t? How long has your tard been gone? I gave her the finger and cracked a sly grin at her expense. “Maybe. Her reply was, "Want to dump some sugar on me?" and I thought I detected a hint of a smile in her tone. Want to sweeten things up for me? I promised that I will be there in a few minutes and I was serious. Preshy and I have been spending a great deal of time together recently. Partying, chatting with potential new romantic partners, and generally abusing our bodies by staying up all night and chugging beer are all part of the nightlife. Everything builds up to the point when you throw on some clothes and run out the door in the morning. Twenty minutes later, I entered Preshy's very luxurious three-bedroom apartment in the heart of the city. The beautiful woman in front of me caught my eye because of the contrast between her black booty shorts and white top. The way her black hair cascaded down her side and framed her beautiful complexion caught my attention at first, but I quickly dismissed the image from my mind. Preshy kissed me passionately and said, "Hi, Liz." In the gentlest manner possible, she was brushing her lips against mine. That one simple move was all it needed to send my thoughts careening into a tunnel of darkness. f**k! Every ounce of restraint I had prevented me from reaching out, grabbing her shoulders, and pulling her towards me so that I could kiss her as if my life depended on it. I felt like grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her closer to me. She brought the food, and as we were eating, I got glimpses of Preshy licking her lips, which sent small jolts of desire through my lady parts. I wanted to press my lips against hers, which were shaking yet appeared wet. After supper, we opened a second bottle of wine and settled back to watch Dirty Dancing. There was a lot of laughing and a few tears, but overall it was a nice time. As tears ran down my face, Preshy stroked my hair out of my face tenderly. While her face was just a few millimeters from mine, she gently brushed my tears away with a tissue. Immediately, I understood what she was about to do. Is she going to kiss me?" you inquired. And by "and I want her to kiss me," what exactly do you mean? Her presence was like a prison; I could not get away. She came closer, and I really wished she would take me up. The anticipation dance could now begin in earnest. She put her hand on my knee and complimented me on my eyes while she did so. "It is great to have this evening to ourselves with you," she remarked. As my blood pumped through my veins, I could feel hunger gnawing at my insides. I really needed a kiss and I wanted nothing more than to feel her soft lips on mine. I wanted her to lose herself in me, to take on my essence. to transport me to places I have never been before. Preshy spoke up boldly. "Another drink?" she said cheerfully. I was not sure whether I should be glad or sad at the result. ‘Yes. Be kind and respond affirmatively. As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen, she started restocking our water glasses. It gave me a chance to relax and think without feeling rushed. "Are we really going to do this?" I have been missing Preshy a lot lately, and that is because of how much I want to get things done. Preshy returned to the lounge and promptly returned my used wine glass to me. The table next to me seemed like the best place to put it, so I did. Preshy chugged a big old mug of whatever it was she was drinking. Preshy said, with a smile on his face, "So, where were we?" "Oh, OK. Just then, I was about to kiss you. My terror rendered me helpless once again. I thought my heart might really stop as she moved in to kiss me on the lips. Her tongue was so soft and delicate that it floated about in my mouth as her lips lingered on mine. As we strolled along, she reached out and lightly stroked my face. She released her grip on my face and sat down beside me. You are staring me down with your eyes. I was trapped; I was completely captivated. I was once hers. She worried and said, "Are you okay?" Her tone was comforting and understanding. There was a nod of my head. The whole time, I only repeated the word "more." She had been kneeling between me on the couch when she slipped off. I sat straight up. Once again, her lips touched mine. This time, it is stiffer, but the texture is still luxurious. When she kissed me, my tongue and hers moved to a different rhythm. She gently massaged my breasts and then moved her hand up under my hoodie to remove my bra. The pressure of her fingertips on my n*****s roused me. The gentlest touch of a guy I would ever experienced. Every second that went by made me want for her touch that much more. The path of her kiss took it from my lips to my neck and back again. I really, really needed her. She paused, unbuttoned my top, and dropped my bra on the ground. Preshy got to her feet and began to remove a button on her frock. Instead of getting up and ripping it off, I sat there like a nice girl. She undid it and let it fall off, exposing a black garter belt, bra, and briefs. She was almost edible. I could understand why the boys liked her so much; she was really hot. As I washed my hands of my sweatpants, I felt embarrassment about my lackluster underwear. Preshy tore them off and threw them on the floor before laying me back on the couch. She began to carefully kiss me, probing me, discovering new erogenous zones that I had never experienced in all of my previous encounters with the male race. Before she ever touched my n*****s, I was on the verge of cumming. From my lips to my ears to my neck to my chest, her kiss left me wanting more. When her mouth wrapped over my n****e, I let out a scream of pleasure. Her free hand went down and discovered my pleasure place, and this just boosted her confidence. Her fingers traveled the length of my open receptacle, widening it just enough to make contact with my bud. She pulled on me, kissed me, and played with me till the joy became overwhelming and I cried out in a mighty roar. She finger f****d my G-spot as I came and worked the area till the rush of pleasure subsided. She gave me a glance before standing and extending her hand. Without thinking twice, I got to my feet and followed her inside her room. To paraphrase, "Lay down for me baby" was her command. Her tone was alluringly seductive and vicious. My heart, which was already pounding with love, pounded even faster. I complied with her request, and she got in from her bed's foot end. Naturally, I spread my knees apart. She did not hesitate and quickly crept up to me, kissing me on my dampness. Her pout was large and supple. She pulled my lips into her mouth and started sucking and kissing me. As she counted on her fingers: Whatever it was that kept pumping inside of me, it was relentless. As she brought me over the top for the second time, my hands clamped down firmly on her head. I was made speechless and powerless by the impression she gave me. I had one orgasmic session after another with Preshy until she is completely satiated. She looked at me with a gleaming smile, her face glistening with my sperm juice, and said, "Are you having fun?" "f**k yeah... What do you say, Preshy, may I sample you? It is perfectly possible. Stay motionless so I can go on top of you. Preshy remarked, "I want to sit on your face, beautiful girl." In a matter of seconds, she had her p***y poised above my chin. She helped me into the right posture and tucked a cushion under my head. I really wanted to lick her. Her p***y was dangerously close. I stuck out my tongue and gave her a taste. It was so exciting that it sent goosebumps all through my body. Slowly I sucked the liquid that had collected on her lips and licked her outer walls. Preshy began to bob up and down on my face, as if she were riding me, in a regular pattern. Simply put, I became even hotter. Grabbing her behind, I raised my head to kiss and suckle her p***y, stretching my tongue as far out as possible so she could ride it. She enjoyed having her hole f****d by a tongue. Preshy snatched my head and sucked me into his lips quicker. Take a big gulp, darling. That is it, just shove it down my gullet. Try your tongue on me. She insisted that he "tongue me good." Her comments were like fuel for a fire, and in response I licked her till her sperm flowed down my face and into my mouth. She turned over and lay down next to me once she was comfortable. I went out and got you a brand new toy today. Preshy grinned and reached beneath her pillow for a brown paper bag. A large, black, double-ended dildo was within. It was already making its way down to my p***y. She reached into her bag and withdrew a second, similarly black dildo. She handed them to me with a question. So, how do you feel about them? They have been sanitized and are now prepared for use. What she really meant was, "I want to see you slide it into you pink shaved pussy." I, too, yearned to see her suck her p***y. A great deal. I spread my legs wide and inserted the dildo inside my crotch. My body temperature was so high that my walls clung to this monster, making it difficult to insert and remove it. As I ran, I cucked hard and f****d well. ‘Again. Keep going until I tell you to stop. Says Preshy. As instructed, I kept f*****g my hole. As I swiveled about, I observed things. While I was dildoing it with the dildo, Preshy was f*****g her beautiful p***y with the double-ender. We came back and back, our groans becoming a choral masterpiece. Innumerable times. After some time, Preshy instructed me to remove my. My little kitten still needed food. She sat with her p***y between my legs, studying me. She inserted the double ender inside me, and I felt the first end. It was considerably larger than the last one and I was able to consume it in its whole. She inserted the other end of the object into her own p***y. She shifted and bucked slowly, and I watched as she pushed against my defenses and activated my pleasure center. My natural instincts kicked in, and I backed up, tightening my pussywalls and then relaxing. Our speed increased, not in perfect sync but that was beside the point. Again, I came on strong, setting off a cascade of events in which Preshy cucked hard and buckled further, driving the joy maker further into me. We continued our fuckfest indefinitely. Until the crests of happiness dissolved into nothing. Then, I crawled between Preshy's knees and licked and sucked her clean like a nice little girl. I licked her bottom lip until it was completely dry. She made her way to my side of the bed and laid down. She resumed her earlier practice of rubbing her fingers all over my skin. She suggested that we "stay in more often" by saying as much. Now her face was stuck to her hair because of the perspiration. "Oh yes Preshy, we really need to." Indeed, I did concur.