Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... licking up and down my entire pussy, with the flat of his tongue.

While he was taking his time savoring my pussy and the juices spilling out of me, he grabbed my hands and brought them up to my breasts. Together, with my hands in his, we massaged my tits and caressed my nipples. I knew what he wanted and it felt good, so I continued. Squeezing them together, caressing or grabbing them, pinching or pulling my nipples. I could see him watching me as his tongue continued to take turns up-and-down my outer lips, up and down my clit, up and down the opening of my pussy, which was begging for him to push it inside. I felt my clit getting sucked into his mouth and he would hold it tightly between his lips before pulling and popping it out of his mouth. Licking up my juices, before sucking my clit back in, I felt 2 fingers enter me. I was close to the edge and just hoped I wouldn't scream out loud, alerting anyone nearby. His tongue continued its relentless attack on my clit with long slow strokes, while his fingers curved up and started massaging just inside the top of my pussy. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. At first my hands went down to his head and was pulling him into me. But as the pleasure overtook me, I started getting scared. What if I started squirting, and he thought I was peeing on him, and he left me laying there? I started to push his head away, telling him, "you have to stop." He ignored me and continued licking and rubbing me ...

... inside. I said, "No really, you have to stop! If you make me come like this, liquid is gonna come shooting out of me, and it's not pee. I swear it's not pee!" I fell back on the bed, covered my mouth with my forearm and screamed into it. Oh shit, there it is! That's it! Fuck it, I tried to warn him, "Nevermind, don't stop! That's it!" His tongue pressed up into my clit, his fingers were making that 'come here' gesture on the roof of my pussy. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew exactly what I was getting ready to do. "You got me!" I threw my arms straight out, grasping that velvet comforter with both hands, pulling it up to cover my face. As my orgasm started, "Right... THERE!!" my back arched, lifting my butt off the bed. But his tongue and his fingers never left me and never stopped. Not until I bucked and screamed into the comforter, as a huge stream of clear liquid shot out of me, high into the air. As the second stream started, he clamped his mouth down over my entire vagina. I was thrusting my hips at him, shooting it right into his mouth and he was drinking every bit of it. He was clamped down so tight, I could feel his upper teeth digging in the hood of my clit, which just caused my orgasms to continue.

Still convulsing from aftershocks of orgasms, he stood up and gently thrust his cock inside of me. I was in such a state of orgasmic bliss I didn't experience the pain some girls talk about when their hymen is broken. Being a tomboy maybe I had already broken ...