Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... enough to respond. He licked up along my slit again, his tongue pressing more firmly, the tip gliding between my lips this time, disturbing the wetness that had been collecting.

"Mm- oh shit" I heard him comment to himself. I made a sort of moan/grunt questioning sound to ask him what he'd said, and he breathed his response against my pussy.

"Just... you taste so good." He barely finished the sentence before he planted his mouth firmly against my no doubt engorged mound, lapping his tongue between my lips over and over, letting it explore the shallow depths of the petals hidden in my innie exterior. I moaned in surprise, an almost porn-like effort, and rolled my head back, white knuckling the couch in my fists.

I couldn't keep my hips still for him, and I felt him bring a hand to rest on my thigh, helping to stabilize me a little bit. Then he let it roam north, up my side and to my right breast, where my hand immediately came to hold him against me, squeezing his hand onto my tit. He got the message and started to massage me firmly, while his mouth moved to my clit.

He sucked on it, pulling at my clit roughly, holding the hood between his lips and teasing my pearl with the tip of his tongue. My eyes shot open and I looked down, barely processing him between my thighs. His brow furrowed, as he looked so focused on what he was doing. I couldn't help putting my hand in his hair, involuntarily pulling him to me, grinding my cunt against his chin as he sucked on my ...

... clit. My fingers firmly gripping his hair, and my thighs clamping shut around his head.

A thought entered my head for a fleeting moment, how I should ease up, not suffocate him, the Popclaw scene from The Boys flashing into my head for a brief second. But then he opened his mouth and gave another rough, insistent lick up my slit, ending with a firm flick to my clit that set me right the fuck off. I felt my hips shake as I came against his face, moaning loudly. He kept going though, his tongue erratically swiping from side to side, strumming between my lips, and against my clit. I was trying to come down from the orgasm and he wouldn't let me!

I moaned his name in warning, and it only encouraged him, and then I started to feel another orgasm coming on, while I was still waiting for the other to wane. I wanted to give him direction, to tell him exactly how I like it, but I could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence. So I think it surprised both of us when I heard myself blurt out in a pathetic whine, "FINGER ME, PLEE-HEE-HEEZE!!"

I felt the hand that wasn't currently manhandling my boobs come up between my legs. His head tilted to make room, and then I felt him plunge two fingers into me, as deep as he could go.

"OHH!" I moaned in a way that sounded like a sharp question. I could hear the wet sounds of him greedily devouring me become amplified as he started to pump me with his fingers. Firmly. Enough to make me rock back and forth on the couch. I closed my eyes ...