I kissed her shaking knees and rose between her legs. Her long lashes blinked over chocolate brown eyes and her bee-stung lips were dry, her forehead shining, sweat-soaked hair stuck to her skin. The girl's face glowed and her thighs kept quaking and she seemed so sober, still feeling a medley of waves lapping through her throbbing, fucked vagina.
"What's your name?"
"Lisa," she said.
I told her that I liked her name and kissed her belly button. I told her that she was almost certainly the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. She seemed to blush and added a giggle of disbelief. There's something terribly sexy about a girl humble in the knowledge that she's universally lusted after. I suggested the guys where she worked imagined fucking her.
"Christ," gassed Lisa, "don't say that!"
I assured her it must be true and took one of her baby-doll breasts in each of my hands. Lisa's little tits felt as though they'd only just bloomed. So soft to touch, firm to squeeze and fresh to lick. Little nipples that shrunk as they hardened. There wasn't much cleavage, but enough shape to fondle.
Just enough....just like I always dream of.
"God, I can feel that in my clit...," she said as I sucked/nibbled each of her nipples.
I wanted to cum on them, splash my spunk all over them, and I was going to.
As my hands drew her skirt up I could smell her knickers and cunt. The smell of sex and spunk and sweat. I kissed her swollen bud through the damp material and took a deep sniff of her musty pussy. Her legs spread wider, having ceased their trembling, and I could sense she was waiting for me to eat her succulent cunt....pull her knickers aside and get my tongue in her slit and work her clit. I would, soon enough...her torrid cunt smelled devine, but I wanted her to cum again to make it taste even better...pungent and filthy and fucked.
My hand reached around her neck and I pulled her forward and kissed her roughly. I slid off her bra and blouse and my hands rounded her bottom as our kisses began to accelerate. I suggested we go fuck in the bedroom and I dragged her bottom to the edge of the sofa, cradling it as her arms swung around my neck. She was feather-lite, just a slip of a girl. As her legs gripped my waist I could manage her with one arm, which gave me the chance to grab a bottle of vodka as I carried her to bed.
The full moon lit my bedroom in a pewter glow. The rain had stopped and the air was still thick and damp and the curtains were as still as the suffocating atmosphere. It made Lisa pant as we kissed....and her skin remained slick and hot to touch.
I dropped her onto the bed. She splashed across it, skirt wafting over her belly, flashing her knickers. I took a gulp of vodka and handed it to her. Her lips puckered around the bottle neck and I climbed onto the bed.
As she sat on the bed, sucking on the bottle, I leant back and retrieved a joint from the bedside table. Lisa offered me the bottle back and as she did I told her to take everything else off.
"Okay," said Lisa, quite coyly.
I sipped on the vodka and dragged on the joint as I watched her. Her eyes kept looking at me as she reached up her skirt and dropped her knickers to her ankles. I said that I wanted to have a look at her and she showed me, peeling off her skirt and standing there beside the bed in all her nakedness.
Lisa was perfect; young and fresh, lean and smooth. Gorgeous small titties and long hard legs. Her dark bush was trim and the round contour of her mound below her belly and between her hips was the perfect shape for my hand.
As her knee rose onto the bed I reached out to her and pulled her down beside me. Lisa flopped back onto the bed and I loomed over her. I kissed her, my tongue deep, and felt her, my hand rough on her body. I let her swig from the bottle and I handed her the joint. While she sucked on it, my hand ventured down over her belly. Her legs spread as I stroked the inside of her thigh.
I told Lisa that she had the most beautiful pussy. I cupped it in my palm and squeezed gently. I said that I loved the way her puffy lips enveloped her cunt, and that I had to spread it open to get to her inner lips, her little hole and burning bud. Lisa dragged on the joint and I split her mound with my fingers; one to her hole, one for her clit. She was juicy and slick and I told her to smoke up as I began on her nipples, sucking them as I pressed my fingertip against her clit, shooting sparks between the two. Sparks that caused her to cough little moans from her smoking mouth.
I plunged my finger deep in her hole, down to the knuckle. I felt the walls of her vagina bite me. She seemed a little dizzy as she smoked, watching me transfer that sticky girl-goo to her nipples in turn, making them shiny and greasy with it. Lisa moaned delightfully as I sucked her pussy-flavored tits and returned my finger to her honeypot. Again, my finger drew from her, this time to her mouth, spreading that juice over her bee-stung lips. The tip of my tongue ran across them, right down into the corners of her mouth, and as my finger ploughed her puss again, her arms reached out and tossed the joint in the ashtray.
Her eyes were glazed as I looked down on her, batting slowly amid delicious groans as my hand reached right under her.
