The Adventures of Karen: Our First Time - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Karen: Our First Time

... slowly exposing her orange racing stripe, then her glistening cunt lips. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight in front of me. I continued to stare even after I had stuffed the panties into my pocket. Spreading her legs wide, she asked, “Are you going to stare at it all night, or are you going to eat it?” I kissed her left thigh, then her right, then the left again, moving slowly closer. The air was filled with the mixture of her personal scent and her perfume as I kissed each side of her hairless cameltoe. I sucked on the hood of her clit, my tongue flicking over the sensitive nub of her clit as my nose combed through the tuft of orange hair. I could feel, as well as hear her moans, her hands holding my head against the softness of her cunt. I looked up, seeing her face framed by her disheveled dress. A vision of loveliness, made all the better by the touch of her femininity, the taste and scent of her. To my surprise, my hardness had returned. I stabbed my tongue between her lips, getting a fresh taste. She squirmed, her hips rolling, her juices smearing onto my nose and chin. I was determined to make her cum, more than once if possible. My left hand drifted up her torso to her exposed right breast. I kneaded it ...

... with my hand, the soft flesh warm to the touch, her hardened nipple pressing into my palm. My tongue separated her moist lips from bottom to top, refreshing her taste with each swipe. Both her hands fisted in my hair, preventing me from leaving, as if I wanted too! I was a willing prisoner of her luscious cunt, feathering her clit, gently chewing on her succulent, tasty, musky, womanhood. Her moans got louder, more demanding. “Ohh fuck! Right there! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Make me cum!” I insinuated two fingers into her wetness, curling them against her g-spot. Her breathing got ragged. Her grip on my head tightened. ”Oh God! Oh God! Eat me! Eat me, Grey! Don’t fucking stop!” Her juices flowed more freely. I looked up again, in time to see her face set in the rictus of orgasm, her lips set in a silent O as her cunt freshened, washing my face with her precious liquid treasure. Triumphantly, I renewed my attack on her virtue, digging my fingers deep inside, caressing her g-spot with my fingertips, rasping her clit with my tongue while tweaking her turgid nipple. My reward was to feel her clamp her thighs tight to my head, thrust her hips against my face, and cumming in a rush, demanding, “Fuck me, Grey! Fuck me now!”