My fingers arms were starting to burn and my mouth was starting to cramp, but I could feel her walls starting to clamp hard around me, so I put on a burst of speed, fucking my fingers fast and deep into her aching little cunt and sucking my lips hard around her clit, my tongue flicking between them. Finally, she was pushed over the edge. Clenching her entire body, toes curling and hands white-knuckling the counter, she let out a raspy scream as the orgasm ripped through her. I kept her pinned down, guiding her through it with my fingers and tongue. It was a long one, almost a minute, and judging by the way her pussy was gripping my fingers and the flood of moisture surrounding them, it was a pretty powerful one.
Finally, it seemed to be winding down, so I slowed my tongue to a stop and gently pulled my fingers out of her throbbing hole. She jerked and yelped as I lapped at the juices spilling out of her, quickly pivoting into a low moan and a buck of her hips towards my face as I delicately licked her clean.
"Oh god..." she murmured weakly, running her hands up and down her naked body. "That was good. So fucking good. You're so good at that." With a chuckle, I softly ran my hands up and down her inner thighs, planting light kisses on her lower stomach.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, wondering if she was too tired for another one. She raised her head off the counter and met my gaze, lids heavy.
"Sticky," she said, her voice stronger now. I laughed. "And ready for more." She beckoned me to her, and I growled in response, rushing over to crash my lips against hers.
Our makeout grew more and more heated, more and more desperate. I suddenly felt like I just couldn't kiss her as deeply as I needed to from this angle, so I clambered up onto the counter, straddling her body. I was vaguely aware of how high up off the ground I was and how little room I had on either side, but Margo's gorgeous face and body lying beneath mine distracted me easily. Our lips met again, and I reveled in the feeling of my weight pressing my firm, tender nipples against her supple skin.
Margo moaned into my mouth and ran her nails up and down my back. I broke away to stare at her for a moment, to lose myself in her dark chocolate eyes, to trace the soft edge of her wet, slightly puckered mouth. She brought her hands back down to roughly grope my plump tits, causing me to groan.
"Fill me up," she whispered, and I looked back at her eyes to find them watching me through her lashes. "Please, god, Noel, fill up my tight little pussy." I kissed her again, pondering the request. I knew she needed something more than my fingers, but what could I use?
The logical response would've probably been to go get a dildo, but I wasn't thinking very clearly at that moment, and I couldn't bear to leave her for even a second anyway. I leaned over and rummaged in a few drawers of the counter. I was quickly losing hope as I sifted through measuring spoons and ketchup packets, but my efforts were finally rewarded with the perfect instrument. A silicone whisk, with a bulbous handle that was suspiciously phallic. I pulled it out, keeping it hidden from view.
"Uh, Noel?" Margo asked, slightly concerned. I clumsily maneuvered myself around so I was straddling her the other way.
"Just trust me," I assured her, positioning myself so I had an excellent angle above her pussy.
"What could you possibl-eee... ahhh..." she said, her words melting away into a moan of pleasure as I lightly ran the whisk along her pussy lips. I flipped the switch on the handle up one notch, and suddenly it began to vibrate. Margo gasped and wrapped her hands around my legs for support. It was some gimmicky product from a Facebook ad that I'd impulse bought a few months ago, and after realizing that it was actually a terrible whisk and the vibration didn't help the whipping process at all, I threw it in the back of a drawer and promptly forgot about it. Until now, of course.
I brushed the head of the whisk lightly through Margo's folds, stopping to rest it occasionally against her swollen clit. I could feel her fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as she whined and gasped with each gentle touch, hypersensitive from the last orgasm. I placed the head of the whisk against her entrance, then slowly pushed it forward, watching as it stretched her pussy wide open. The spaces between the silicone loops gave me an atypical view inside of her, and I marveled at her gorgeous little cunt as it gaped open, allowing the widest part of the whisk inside her with a lingering whimper of pleasure. I pushed the whisk farther, and soon it was as deep as it could go, the connection between the loops and the handle barely visible between her puffy lips. I let her adjust to feeling of it inside her for a moment before I began to fuck it back and forth, pulling it out to almost the wide part before plunging it back in.
"That... Mmmm... Feels kind of weird... Ahhh... But it also feels kind of good..." Margo said, barely able to finish a sentence between her noises of pleasure. I switched the vibration up to the next setting, and she yelped, jerking her legs. My giggle was cut off by a yelp of my own as a sudden burst of sensation bloomed from my clit. Margo had nuzzled her face into my cunt, her agile little tongue expertly tracing lines and patterns around my sensitive areas. I rocked back with a groan, almost forgetting to keep fucking her. Almost.
I jiggled the whisk inside of her, thrusting it in and out a little faster, but I knew I needed something sturdier to stuff her with if I wanted to make her cum again. I pulled the whisk out of her pussy, shaking it a bit at the widest part for added stimulation. She stilled her tongue for a moment, curious as to why I had stopped, but once I'd switched the whisk to the highest setting and nudged it up against her clit, the vibrations of her moan inside my cunt were so powerful that I shuddered. I teased her nub, slapping the whisk against it and pushing it down on her again and again. At the same time, she continued to eat me out with renewed fervor, fucking her tongue into my aching hole as she released her hand from of my legs to rub my throbbing clit. I growled with lust, feeling the edges of an orgasm begin to emerge. I braced myself with one hand on the counter and flipped the whisk around. Not bothering to let her adjust this time, I rammed the fat, curvy handle of the whisk deep into her sopping cunt. Her toes curled as I fucked her with it, hard and fast and deep like I knew she liked it.
Her mouth broke away from my pussy with a wild, high-pitched gasp. As much as I missed her tongue, I was glad I could focus on making her cum as hard as I possibly could. I adjusted myself so I could take my hand off the counter and use it to sloppily rub her clit as I fucked her tight little cunt. Finesse was out the window at this point. I was just trying to give her as much stimulation as possible, which I knew was soon to send her crashing back over the edge. Her desperate cries were starting to reach a frenzied crescendo.
"Harder!" She screamed, and I obeyed. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Noel, Oh! Just- oh! Fuck, just like that, just like, fuck, harder, fuck-" her pleas melted into an animalistic scream of ecstasy as she came hard. I kept fucking her, but hearing her pleasure was making me desperate to finish my own, so with one final thrust, I left the handle of the whisk inside her and rocked my hips back, frantically searching for stimulation. I found it quickly, and soon I was grinding my cunt against Margo's face. She seemed confused for a second, but then she roughly grabbed my hips to steady me and buried herself back into me, motorboating my pussy hard. I whined and kept bucking my hips, and as her lips zeroed in on my clit and suctioned hard around it, she plunged two fingers into my hole, fucking them down into my g-spot. It didn't take long for her skillful mouth and fingers to push me clean over the edge, and I let out a strangled cry as every muscle in my body clenched painfully, then exploded with pleasurable relief. I moaned and gasped as wave after wave rocked through me.
My body shook with the effort of holding myself up as I finally came down from the high. Margo gently retreated from my tender pussy, and the sudden lack of stimulation and warmth made me gasp. With the last burst of my energy, I clambered off the counter, swaying when I hit the ground. The wet sacks of jelly where my legs used to be proved standing to be difficult.
Margo reached down and pulled the whisk out of her pussy, letting it fall to the floor with a sigh. She shuffled up so she was resting on her elbows and looked at me, wearing a serene smile. I grinned back and caressed the side of her face. She leaned into my hand.
