She stopped her action suddenly, and looked like she was thinking. She moved her hands away from her waistband, then kind of flipped, again, and went sideways from him, stretching one leg out at an almost ninety degree angle to her body. Then she looked at him, smiled, and as she did she lifted the outstretched leg, and rapidly and effortlessly placed it with the knee against her chest.
Then she put the heel behind her head.
He stopped moving and opened his mouth, and she laughed out loud. Coming back from amazement he touched her pussy with the backs of his fingers, and she shivered, closed her eyes, and untangled herself instantly, landing on her knees. She bounced, once, and in that single smooth motion slipped her pants off. She wasn't wearing underwear. She went up straight on her knees, upright, and in that brief time he could see the muscles of her amazing body, and she was stunning; and he could also see deep scars on the tops and sides of her knees. Then she simply fell backward and opened her legs.
He rolled down and grabbed the upper part of her thighs and went down with his head. When she raised her back he slid a hand under her, arranged himself in line, and went for her pussy. As her knees went further up he pushed his shoulders to her ass and folded his free hand over her belly, then paused and examined her. She had a pretty pussy, with delicate hairs in and around the lips, moistening up at the juncture, and a barely visible clitoris directly at the very top. He brushed the hairs with his lips, then gently mouthed open the cleft and started in with his tongue.
She arched her back, raised her arms, then got comfortable and rested her head backward and up, concentrating and silent except for her breathing.
He noted she'd left her top on, and he wondered, if her knees were that scarred up, what her shoulders and chest looked like. She got very wet very quickly, and her cycle of inhaling and exhaling went ragged shortly into his work. He was surprised at how relaxed she got, then realized she was just very, very comfortable with her body. Thinking she was likely to come quickly, he pulled his right arm out from under her and, while continuing spelling out the alphabet with his tongue, decided to ask her a question.
He said, "Hold still," and gently pressed a finger on her lips, spreading, and asked, "Okay?"
She said, or muttered, "Mnnn uh huh," and moved her arms across her chest.
He slipped the index finger into her, found the G-spot and stroked firmly. The gymnast almost jumped off the bed and made a shocked huffing sound: "Huah!"
"Is that okay?" he asked, and she pressed her thighs together, strongly, and he had to try to push her powerful legs apart, which took some effort.
She uncrossed her arms, put her hands on his head, and grunted. He went back in and she shook all over. He firmly stroked the spot while spelling out the alphabet on her clit with his tongue, then ran out of letters and amused himself by spelling out city names and dirty words.
She felt great, she felt amazing and soft, and wet. She smushed her pussy to his face, and he got into it, sliding, stroking, and spelling, enjoying the softness mixed with firmness, her smell, her aroma. She whimpered and muttered and grabbed at the hideous bed cover.
It didn't take long. He was impressed with how easy she did it; very relaxed, very confident and accustomed, but when she came she came HARD.
The solid, small body slammed and arched and thrashed until she forced him away, and she kicked him back, rolled over, and put her hands at her crotch, stroking herself down, shivering. "Uh- FUCK!"
She squirmed on the bed, shoving her hands on herself, eyes closed. He watched her with an unusual feeling of pride. He was glad she'd come, and felt good about it. It felt equal. He realized, too, his cock was getting hard again, a fact he found more than a little funny and ironic.
She rolled over, hands still at her pussy, and looked at his face with a blank expression. Then her eyes lowered, and she focused on him. She lay still for a few seconds, then spoke.
"Do you have a condom?"
He felt surprised, and touched his cock, refreshed and hard, and stroked it while she watched. He hesitated to say "Yes," feeling oddly like it would seem sleazy to walk around with a condom all the time; but after a second of reflection, he told the truth and answered, "Yes."
She jammed both hands to her crotch and said, in an actual growl, "Get it," then rolled over on her stomach, rubbing her pussy.
He jumped off the bed, fished for his jeans (they had somehow traveled under the bed) and yanked the wallet out, dropping about four bucks, his ID card, and a driver's license on the carpet. She heard the crackle of the package and turned her head, facing a brightly flushed face to him.
She growled again: "Give it to me and come here."
He handed the item over, and as his knees hit the bed she grabbed him by the hard penis and yanked him over like someone disciplining a disobedient dog. Shoving up, she took the base of his cock in a hand, put her mouth over him again, ever so briefly, and somehow tore open the condom package with one hand.
He had to ask: risking interrupting the flow of action, he said, "How did you do that?"
She removed her amazing mouth and murmured, luckily without irritation, "Same as a packet of Advil."
In one smooth motion she presented the rolled-up condom, and slipped it over him with a seemingly expert hand; she smoothed it once, mumbled for some reason, "That went well," and turned away on her stomach again. She seemed to hesitate briefly, then looked back a little, checking where he was, and then hopped onto her hands and knees; she dropped her face to the bed, and her amazing ass went up.
He grabbed her waist and hip, sliding a shockingly huge-looking hand down her back, and, guiding himself carefully in a sudden stab of nervousness about the small size of her body, slipped the head of his cock into her pussy.
She gasped and shoved back, hard, and figuring all was well he pushed forward, fully burying his cock in the shivering body below him.
