'Of course you are,' I assured him. 'You're handsome and you have a gorgeous cock.'
'Really,' he said, in so revealing a voice that I couldn't help feeling for him. 'That's why Robin and I broke up. She said I wasn't a worthwhile lay.'
Oh, the rotten bitch! I thought, recalling her dainty figure and blonde hair and little China doll face. If she didn't like the way Greg screwed, she should have taught him. Probably she didn't know enough to teach him the ropes. I'd never liked her, principally because she was Greg's girl friend, and now I hated her. On the other hand, if she hadn't dumped him, I'd have been much less likely to be here with him now, so maybe I shouldn't feel all that snotty about Robin.
Anyway, I didn't see how he could be so awfully bad in the hay. And if he was, I knew how to straighten him out. God bless you, B.E. Courtney, I thought.
Somehow we got ourselves undressed, then stood eyeing our naked bodies in the middle of the living room. 'Let's go upstairs,' I suggested. 'Like to your bedroom, maybe?'
He just stood there, so I flipped him on the dick and said 'Tag! You're it!' and ran for the staircase. He was close behind, but I didn't let him catch me till his bed loomed in front, big and inviting. We rolled onto it, Greg's mouth beelining for my nipples, and I let him suck me like an overgrown baby as we sported and romped. How does this compare with upstairs maids at resort hotels? I wanted to ask, but I held my tongue. No sense flustering him further, and, of course, he'd wonder how I knew about that.
'Your cock,' I gasped, 'I want to suck it.'
'God, yes!' he replied, taking his mouth off my tits and easing back onto one shoulder. His cock lanced toward me and I angled into it, my tongue coming out naturally, automatically, as I got near enough to touch him.
He had a strong, sweet taste. Different from B.E.'s, different from Rocky's, too, and I wondered if all cocks had their own individual flavors. If so, it promised a life of delightful discovery for me.
'Ohhhh!' he whined as I began to lick him, precisely as B.E. had taught me to do. I held him by the root of his tool and adored the end with my tongue, licking up and down until I was licking fingers instead of him. That was a sure sign for me that it was time to move north once more.
The knob of his cock was big and round, with flaring edges. It reminded me of a swollen bruise, while its taste was literally indescribable. Watery juice was oozing from the wound at his tip, and I lapped the stuff with my tongue. It was clear, virtually flavorless, but it was fluid from the depths of my Greg and I loved it.
From time to time I let the end of him slip into my mouth, where I sucked as if he were a lollipop. Obviously he'd never been sucked like this before, because he couldn't lie still while I did it to him. He twisted and writhed on the bed, and he tried to grab me by the head and impale me on his dick, but I just wasn't ready for that scene yet. We had plenty of time. If his dad had gone to Columbus to pick up Mrs. Pettit and Jill, as Greg said, then we could easily fuck ourselves crazy before they back.
'Don't stop!' he groaned, swiveling his ass so that his cock head jumped around in my mouth. I tightened up and allowed him to sink in a little further. Stopping was the furthest thing from my mind. He couldn't guess how many times I'd dreamed this to him, nor could he know how excited I was now, to be dong-mouthed with his tool.
Goddamn that hand! He couldn't keep it off my head, and I didn't intend to let him take charge of his own seduction. I took his hand off me for the fifth or sixth time, and instead of letting it flop away, I put it to good use. Guiding it toward my crotch, I slid a little closer to him so that his fingers made contact with my wet, aching pussy.
He touched the bush of hair, fingers poking through to the sweaty, tingly flesh beneath, and then he found my slit, already pooched open. 'God, Diana,' he said admiringly, 'I think you have the nicest pussy I've ever seen.'
'Nnnnnnn!' I said around his thrusting cock. But words weren't important. What counted was the way I twitched my bottom for him, the way that he got his middle linger between my velvety soft cuntal lips and started to use it on me like a miniature version of his penis.
I was wet, sloppy wet, and ready as I'd ever be. His finger plumbed me, causing more and more wetness to flow inside, and I closed my snatch on him, milking his finger with the muscles I'd begun to develop down there. Greg thrust happily into my sucking cuntal tightness, and I paid him in kind, my mouth sucking up his cock the way my pussy ate his finger.
But it could be better still. I wanted him to lick me now, to probe with his tongue where he now had his finger, and I gave my buttocks a heaving twist that plopped my crotch onto his face.
Greg tried to say something, but he could hardly speak with his mouth full of my cunt, and he gave up the attempt. Instead, he got his hands on my ass, prying the tight-cheeked hillocks further apart, and he started to work me over with his tongue.
To be honest, he didn't do a very good job. He'd been okay with his finger, but he seemed to lick everyplace except where I needed it. I don't believe he ever found my clit, though it was sticking out so hard and hot that it should have burnt the end of his tongue off with even the slightest contact. The end result of it was to frustrate the hell out of me, because I wanted to be eaten, and I'd put myself where he couldn't help but eat me, and here he was, muffing it.
But even if he wasn't so great, he was enthusiastic, and his tongue seemed to be as long as his cock, and I had a pretty good notion that I could train him to eat me the way I wanted to be eaten. The talent was there. All I had to do was channel it.
I was torn between desires. I wanted Greg's cum in my mouth, but I also wanted his cock in my pussy, and I couldn't be sure we had enough time to get it off orally, then swing into a hot fuck from scratch. So, reluctantly, regretfully, I uncocked my mouth and purred into the summer warmth of the room, 'Greg, darling, will you please throw me onto my back and fuck my buns off, like you promised?'
Such a sweet, sultry, inviting voice – what could the dear boy do but flip me over, arrange me on my back, and get between my legs? I brought my feet up, resting the backs of my ankles on his broad strong shoulders as he knelt there, and I looked down my belly at the wet, red lance jutting outward from his loins. I'd made it wet, I'd made it red, I'd turned it into the ready, randy lance that it was at this moment, and shouldn't I have the honor of leading it into my hungry snatch?
I reached down, taking him by the cock, and I lined him up with my pouty twat. Pouty, yes, the way a spoiled child is pouty, and aching with the need, the desire to have him balls deep and rutting away in my female wound. 'Here,' I said, rubbing the tip of him on my slit, through the spit-matted clump of my pubic hair. 'Here is where I want you!' and with that I placed the end of Greg's tool against my waiting hole.
He started to push toward me, but he was a beat too slow. I'd already gone into a writhing that brought me quivering and sighing at him, and his dick trembled as it vanished up my sucking maw of a pussy. 'Come on,' I panted, 'you've gotta help, too, baby!'
Oh, he helped! He got his hands around my upraised thighs and started to pound his peter into me as I bounced my ass to meet his thrusts. He went deep, and he reamed massively, and I twisted and wiggled with squeals of passion and zeal.
'See?' I whispered, 'you're great! Fanfuckingtastic!'
'Yeah,' he agreed, his eyes bright and sweat beading on his head and chest. 'With you it's perfect!'
As we fucked I reached down to pet my pussy, and I made sure to fondle and rub the clitoral nubbin Greg had overlooked while he was eating me.
'Here,' he said, 'let me touch you, too,' and his hand moved into the fray alongside mine. He stroked at first with no apparent plan, but he soon noticed that I was paying a lot of attention to one special spot, and he moved there, too. 'What's this?' he asked when his fingers touched my clit.
'Keep rubbing,' I croaked, dry-throated from lust, 'and you'll find out!'
That did it as far as I was concerned. With his cock ramming deeply, fiercely, with his hand busy and energetic an my sex trigger while my own fingers pulled and tweaked and twisted my stiff, aching nipples, all I had to do was lie there and soak in it. My first come struck me without warning, and I screamed and bucked and it must have startled Greg, because he stopped fucking for a moment.
'Work, Goddamn you!' I squealed. He got the message, and he redoubled his efforts. My clitoral region was afire beneath his fingers and my pussy rippled in contractions that sucked up his dick, then spat it out. He had to do precious little beyond keep his cock where it belonged.
