That Friday night was a long night. And yet it went by so fast.
Now I'll be able to last, she says. How long did she expect us to go at it?
That was an obvious question. Until her pussy broke.
Insatiable is an understatement. She didn't so much have a "sex drive" as a "sex cross-country-haul". That is to say, she really liked the dick. And I was starting to believe that she really liked mine.
"James," she whispered to me, in her singsong broken English. She was laying up against me, nestled in my arms.
"Yeah, Allie..."
"I really like your cock!"
I rolled my eyes at her and she giggled. No shit! As if that wasn't clear. But I was just fronting. I hadn't gotten inside her yet but the feeling of relief that came with her obvious appreciation of my body was...almost as good as being deep throated. Almost.
"So now will you tell me? How the hell do you know how to fucking deepthroat? How do you know half the things that you just did to me?" I laughed while I said it but the truth was I was almost afraid to get the answer. It seemed like the only possible answer was if she had been some sort of under-aged prostitute back in China.
"My father...ever since I was young...my father..." she said, her voice trailing off.
My blood started to go cold. I was assuming the worst...her father had been...I could feel my skin crawling and my mind was filling with thoughts of murder.
"...when I was young, I discovered...my father...touching himself...in his office. He has a...collection...of videos..." she said, idly playing with my chest.
I took a deep breath, sighing in relief.
"I have been looking at them...his videos...ever since I was 12. I would sneak into his office and study what those girls did, and how the men reacted."
She looked up into my eyes. "I've been waiting a long time to practice what I've seen."
I stared at her a moment before shrugging. "Hmm. That's weird."
"What is?" she said.
"I always thought I was unlucky..."
"...but now you think you might be the luckiest boy in the world?" she finished for me. She studied me for a bit. Then she said, very honestly I thought, "Yes. Yes, I would say so." Her face was completely passive for another moment before that big, beautiful grin began to spread outward. She turned her neck and looked down my body, resting her head on my chest. "But I am lucky, too," she said, grasping my semi-soft cock in her hand, "to have my first time with something like this."
Allie was so gentle with my dick, just a few moments of touch was all it needed. I could feel myself swelling again, filling with blood and energy. I turned her head to kiss her nice and slow and enjoyed as she kept jerking me back to life. It was like our bodies had been looking for each other all along our whole lives and were waiting to touch each other in every way.
She sprung from the bed suddenly and I felt bereft. I was reaching for her with a desperation that I'd never felt before, but she easily escaped me. When she came back in the room, she set a camcorder on the vanity and checked the viewfinder for the angle in the mirror. She looked up at me with a big devious smile, and set the thing to record.
How many things can this girl do to make me say 'holy shit'? I wondered. She really was a walking wet dream.
"Holy Shit..." I whispered. She scurried back to the bed and jumped on top of me. giggling.
Her hands were all over me and I was in heaven. But I wasn't pulling my weight. I was a still a little nervous but I couldn't let her hand-hold me like a child.
"I want to be good to you, Allie," I whispered in her ear. "I want to kiss every inch of your sexy, little body. I want to make your pussy wet and puffy before I fuck you."
She looked at me like she was mesmerized by what I had said, like a snake listening to a snake charmer.
"Your turn, baby," I said, lifting her from around her waist and plopping her on the bed. She squeaked in delight, eyes rolling into her head with excitement before locking eyes with me and biting her lips in anticipation. Her figure was graceful, slender and athletic. Of her 90 lbs, probably less than 3 pounds was fat and most of that was in those small beautiful tits. Finally I was free to devour this delicious little body. It occurred to me as my lips began exploring her skin just how good she tasted and how much pleasure I was getting out of it. It was always the little things that you underestimated the most. On my way here, all I could think about was getting inside this pussy. Now, that seemed like a faraway concern.
I kissed her belly button and her tummy. I undid the button to her cut-offs and kissed just below them. I wrestled the skin tight denim from her. Her panties – if you could call them that – were these cute little lacey number, with a pink and turquoise butterfly covering her gateway. Oh and of course, the secret passenger that she had inside her passageway. It was tucked in pretty well, but the string that helped to pull it out dangled just outside of her panties.
God, where to begin!
I slurped at her nipples a while longer before kissing my way lower. Her tummy flexed and her breath hitched as I approached her secret. The smell of her filling my nose was indescribable. It was the smell of heaven – it was like snow from a coca plant. I pressed my nose against her love button through her panties and rubbed it back and forth up and down, inhaling her. She moaned and whispered my name.
I was hard as a brick, so hard I thought I would tear through the sheets. But I couldn't think about that yet. Seriously – I really wanted this to be good for her. I wanted her to remember me with good memories of her first time. I pulled her G-string to the side, fully revealing her secret center. Her dildo filled the gap that would otherwise have been empty. It was too much, seeing it spread like that. I gently pulled the lips of her pussy apart and moved closer. I could feel her jump as I got close enough to breathe air on her clit. Then I slowly pressed my flat tongue against her nub and drew it upward, once then again, then again.
Allie's back arched off the bed and she made a sound like I had shocked her with a cattle prod. She moved so forcefully that I had to pin her down to keep her in place. As I continued to lavish her clit with my tongue, she would continue to fight me and thrash on the bed against my probing tongue. Finally she took my head in her hands and doubled over, eyes shut tight, tummy flexed, trying to control herself as I began to feast on her love button in earnest.
The sounds that she made were so unfiltered so honest, that she couldn't be faking. I changed my rhythm now and again, assaulting her clit with different tempos and angles, but it was all basically the same. Her cries grew louder and louder, her grip on my head firmer and firmer. I was so proud. I was eating her up. The sounds that she made suggested heavily that I could make her cum. And I decided to make that my goal: to give her an orgasm before this weekend was over.