Just One Inch

“Unnn!” I cried as he sucked one into his mouth, trailing his tongue against my sensitive areola. If anything, my nipples grew harder under his ministrations, and he rotated between the two peaks, catching one in his mouth before returning to the other, their gleaming wetness trailed with saliva, rosy and sensitized.

“I’ve gotta fuck these,” he muttered, and unzipped his pants, letting his dong pop out. I gasped. I’d been dreaming of that pole for months now, but seeing it in person again made me salivate with need. It was deep purple, rock-hard and veiny, the tip already dripping with a bit of cream, that viscous man milk virile and tantalizing. I leaned forward for a sip but he pushed me back onto the couch.

“Titty fuck first,” he commanded, straddling me, positioning his dick between the curves of my breasts.

“Shee-it,” he groaned, beginning a rhythm, rubbing that pole up and down as I held my breasts together, the soft flesh cushioning his ride. He began a slow rhythm, pushing his cock between my tits, his face a mask of ecstasy. He was so long and hard and big that whenever he pushed up, his glans hit my chin and I tilted my head ever so slightly to get a taste of dick on each upswing. It was marvelous, that shiny, crowning head slick with pre-cum, hitting my lips on each stroke.

“Uhhh,” he groaned again. “Unnh, unnh.” But I guess he’d had enough and wanted the real thing. “Bottoms up, little girl,” he growled as he pulled off, shedding his shirt and pants. I gasped. His dick stuck out proudly from his hips, that massive member dripping like a stream now, gooey cream falling to the floor. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that I was crouching over the edge of the sofa and lifted my dress so that my ass was exposed, the round mounds lush and tight for him to explore.

“Fuck little girl,” he moaned, gazing at my exposed flesh while running a finger up and down that wet string between my buttocks. I was secretly glad that I’d made a Victoria’s Secret run recently. Just because I look like a poor student doesn’t mean that I don’t splurge on panties and g-strings. I don’t know, it just makes me feel so sexy and hot even if on the outside I’m a mouse.

But Jake was one hundred percent focused on my pussy, not even acknowledging the lacy underthings. Kneeling behind me, he pressed his face into my vag, sniffing deeply of my personal scent. “Ohhh fuck,” he groaned again, his hand reaching down to stroke his member. I know I have a pretty cunt. I’ve checked it out in the mirror occasionally and it’s pink and gleaming, without those weird hanging bits some girls have.

But Jake wanted to taste too. He pulled the sopping wet fabric aside, baring my pussy to his gaze and traced the puffy folds with his tongue. I felt myself grow even wetter, even hotter, as he spread my lips with two fingers, exposing that deep pink interior before tonguing it, lapping up my female essence.

He then moved to my clit, biting it lightly before suckling, making me scream and squirt with pleasure.

“Fuck me!” I moaned, my pussy tingling, the juices dripping down my thighs. “Please!” Jake tested my hole with his finger, running it in an inch, then two. “I don’t think my dick is gonna fit in here,” he growled, moving in and out ever so slightly, the walls of my vag tight and hot against those big, thick digits.

“Oh it will … it has already,” I breathed, humping my twat against his hand, throwing my head back and tossing my hair like a genuine slut.

“Okay, here goes little girl,” he grunted, standing up to line his dick up with my cunt. His crown teased me, that big head running up and down my vaginal lips, lubricating himself, getting the pole wet for the final act. I could feel each vein of his cock dragging across my pussy lips, the pulsing so strong, so insistent that I grew desperate with need, my bottom leaking shamefully as I pushed back against that hardness, everything open and exposed for him.

With a groan, he edged into my depths. The fit was tight but I was so turned on that cream flowed every which way, coating his pole, my pussy lips, running down my thighs with need. With one fast, hard fuck, he was in me all the way, buried balls-deep, his cock pulsing in my twat, his length so hard and fast and long that I could feel him bump against my deepest recesses, banging me hard and true.

“Ahhh,” he groaned, starting up a rhythm, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. I turned my head and saw that his face was strained, hot blazes of color across his cheekbones, his abs and pecs tight as he seized my hips, drilling me over and over again.