He starts thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and it feels fucking amazing.
“Fuck…” he grunts suddenly, his pace winding down. He’s close to coming, and he’s trying to resist the urge to do it… Well, it’s not his call. I always liked to take the lead and be the dominant one. And I’m his senior… A boy like him has no other choice but to submit to my whims.
“Come for me, baby… Just do it…” I whisper, taking his cock out of my mouth just to get the words out. I dive into it again, and even though he’s pulling his hips back, trying to get his cock out of me, I accompany his motion and push my mouth even further down. He tries pushing me back with his hands, but I push back against the hold he has on me; he has nowhere to run to, there’s no escaping me and he knows it. I’m the predator and he’s my prey. He’s mine.
Grabbing his cock by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I can muster, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks, and knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.
“Fuck!” he blurts out again, this time louder. His fingers curl against my scalp, and with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent over my tongue, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain still, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed, filling my mouth until it can’t hold anything else, both with his cock and his cum.
When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.
Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining—oh, not at all.
As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his semen starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, but I couldn’t care less. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own fluids go down his throat.
“Don’t think that means we’re done,” he says, that lustful grin on his lips. He takes his hand and places it right over my crotch. “Now’s my turn.”
My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.
“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me,” I tell him as he pushes me back against the
seat, sliding his fingers under my dress; he pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment, Lance’s tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently bites on my neck.
“Keep it hard for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock and stroking. I didn’t need to worry, he’s still as hard as concrete. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my mouth, he’s still hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate. Oh, the world does belong to the young ones, it seems...
His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.
He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.
Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too clumsily.
My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me—all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.
I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter. I can already feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs; such is the mess my loins are in.
I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.
He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.
Lance goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure, he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.
Or, well, I can try.
Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out-of-control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now his to taste.
He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he bites on my thong and pulls it down my legs with his teeth, rubbing his hands up and down my side.
I look at him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill, and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.
He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downward pressure, and I feel that electric tingle coursing through me. I don’t even understand how he can possibly know my body so well. Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now. Someone as young as him shouldn’t have this kind of experience… But he has, and I’m the luckiest woman around.
He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently between my pussy lips in a coming and going motion. I slowly move my hips in his direction, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single fiber in it.
I can’t control myself. It’s impossible to resist while he tortures me like this.
I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything—press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything! I need him; I need his body… Fingers, mouth, cock—I need everything in him.
But he’s strong, and no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t budge. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.