Drunk In Lust::Ep5
1169 Words
Then he propped himself on his elbow and apologized. "I'm sorry Claire, I'm extremely horny. I've really missed you, and I am super-anxious to f**k you. I think I can only manage about twenty minutes of oral right now."
Somehow, I kept the scream completely internal.
A very ample hard-on pressed into my leg, and I sensed it leaking precum down my inner thigh. Darren lowered himself between my legs. I continued my attempt at "dead weight" as he moved my feet and bent my legs at the knees. Of course I was still in my socks and Converses, which he seemed intent to leave on. f**k, I could literally feel his breath on my p***y - it must have been visibly wet. A finger gently parted my labia, don't scream, don't scream, followed by a slow lick from bottom to top.
"f*****g yum," he said. Then he dove in. His face buried itself in my p***y, licking and sucking and f*****g with abandon, shaking side to side as if trying to wedge in deeper, and driving me beside myself. This was by far the best, the most enthusiastic face-f*****g of my entire life. Darren was a spelunker, determined to plunge into my depths. I didn't even need to grab the back of his head to pull him in further; he pulled himself in, f*****g me with his mouth, with his tongue, even with his nose. Then he rammed a finger into me and wasn't exactly gentle about it, jolting me involuntarily into an orgasm I could not even remotely pretend to hide. "f**k yeah," I heard him mumble into my p***y as I quivered in orgasmic bliss with shock waves echoing all through my body. "Mmmmm," he moaned into me. I couldn't believe I wasn't screaming. I couldn't remember ever coming so hard, and I tried, I really tried, to keep my panting below a roar as I caught my breath. Darren was breathing loudly too, and then I noticed a wetness on my shin. It was his c*m on my leg. How did that happen? Was he stroking himself as he ate me? Oh my god, that was hot. Why hadn't I placed mirrors around the room so I could see that?
Darren flopped down next to me, kissing my neck and face where I could smell myself on him. It was excruciating not to respond to his kisses. After a guy makes me c*m, I get incredibly amorous, especially after an orgasm of that caliber. But I pretended to be a statue, a shivering, orgasmic, very satisfied yet still completely aroused statue. "You taste amazing today, Claire. Better than you've ever tasted before." I tried to suppress a grin as his hand roamed my body.
Then he flipped me over. And I got scared. The shudder I gave was probably indistinguishable from all the other trembling and quivering I had been unable to suppress, so even if he sensed it, he couldn't know he was approaching "no-no" land as he very slowly kissed down my spine, one vertebra at a time, pausing only to compliment Lisa's handiwork and say the scar wasn't even visible.
But I know where that spinal cord leads, and it tucks into the space where 'no man has roamed before.' Surprised? Well, I've probably come across as a very open-minded and experimental person up to this point, but the truth is I'm squeamish about my butthole. It's a hygiene concern, not that I didn't take great care to clean myself up and prepare for this encounter, but, but, but, butt, butt - Oh f**k, he's at my butt. Pervy nerd boy was spreading my butt cheeks apart and licking my crack with his signature enthusiasm, and I was supposed to be a compliant s*x doll. Oh f**k, what a dilemma. I used all my will not to squirm away. Relax, breath, relax into it. He wants to do this, he doesn't mind. Oh my god, oh my. Oh wow...uh-oh...he lightly tickled around my anus with a finger, and I felt the other hand spread my legs, and I consciously didn't help him move me. Oh my god, he is ambidextrous. Oh wow, how is he doing that? I was enjoying this way too much, way more than I was supposed to, way more than I ever thought I would, and his moans and hard d**k grinding into my thigh told me he was enjoying it just as much.
A brief panic passed through me as I realized he might try to put that monster in my ass. He can't! I'd told him I couldn't get Claire's ass f**k-worthy - oh, but I did say that she might be able to ... oh my god. I no sooner thought it than felt it, a finger sliding up into my butt, rolling the image of a bowling ball down a throbbing gutter in my mind. Oh this is good. I tried to relax, to stay in character, but what had happened to Claire's butt terrified me. Somehow, though, I got myself to loosen up. Relaxing helped. I didn't know it would feel this good, but of course it is only one...oh f**k, now it's two. That's got to be two. No more Darren, I try to tell him telepathically, really, I can't take anymore and ...holy crap, I feel so full and don't even have a d**k in me, this guy is so good, so amazing and he's gently chewing on my ass cheek at the same time and ... then he pulls out. And stops. Did I do something wrong? Why did he stop? I can't turn around and look at him, so I stay motionless, wondering what he is going to do. I hear something I can't place, then seconds pass, and I can hear him breathing, but he doesn't say or do anything. Is he having second thoughts? Did I turn him off somehow?
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he gently touches my butt cheek. Then he starts massaging my ass harder with both hands. I am so turned on and so relieved to have his hands back on me, I am sure if he touches my p***y at this point I will spontaneously combust. I feel his weight on me, not all of him, and he slides a hand underneath me to rub my c**t. Oh f**k, I'm going to c*m, I can't help it ... the right amount of pressure from his weight, the pressure in front, him breathing into my neck, and the whole time my arms are flat at my side and I'm not reacting verbally, but my p***y is screaming at him with its wetness and then he does it again, Mr. Ambi-nerd-boy uses his second hand to fill my p***y with two fingers from behind and he bumps my g-spot while grinding my c**t with the palm of his hand. I explode with orgasm. An inhuman sound escapes my mouth.
- Writer
