Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Eleven - Sex Stories

Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Eleven

... burgundy and mahogany with avocado trim. The carpet looked like it was bought used after a Fremont Street casino’s renovation. There was a cheap, particle board desk with an empty ice bucket and an array of complementary lotions and oils, plus several airplane bottles of gin, vodka, and whiskey sitting on a chrome plastic serving tray.

As soon as the door shut with a heavy thud, Makennah grabbed Allen around the neck and began exploring his mouth with her tongue. Then she turned him around at the foot of the bed, shoved him backward onto it, and began removing her basketball shorts and lifeguard swimsuit once more. Allen sat up and shed his tank top and then his board shorts.

Once both Makennah and Allen were fully nude, she scrambled over him from the foot of the bed on all fours, moving all the way to the headboard, which she gripped with both hands. Makennah arched her back and put her butt high in the air, exposing her pale, tan-lined ass and damp pussy to the frigid hush of the window air conditioner.

“Do me,” Makennah commanded.

Allen scooted underneath her on his back like he was about to change the oil in her Corvette. He propped his head up with two pillows under his neck, and Makennah lowered her pussy onto Allen’s mouth and began riding his face, raking her rough patch of pubic hair over his nose and chin. Allen surrounded her pussy with his mouth and slithered his tongue over her lips, now opening like the petals on a morning flower. He was ...

... powerfully turned on himself, and started jerking off while Makennah rode his face.

“Fuck yes, eat my pussy, baby,” Makennah grunted. “Oh, God, Allen, where have you been all my life …”

She reached down to spread her hood and reveal her clit for him to lick; Allen took the cue like and expert and brushed Makennah’s clit back and forth with the tip of his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure all the way from her pussy, through her spine, almost into the back of her skull. “Oh, God!” Makennah moaned. Allen continued masturbating but now pushed his right hand up over her ass and gently fingered her butthole with his index finger.This boy is a fucking natural, Makennah thought.

The shitty, sleazy bed creaked and groaned as Makennah humped Allen’s face. She was now rattling the headboard for effect. The room was a symphony of sex noises, Makennah gasping, Allen slurping, the bed squeaking and the headboard thumping the wall. That plus the sensation of Allen’s velvety tongue flicking along her clit and tender, cotton-candy pussy lips, then slithering inside her musky wetness to probe her sugar walls, sent Makennah over the edge into a full-blown orgasm.

“Oh God, oh my God, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, yes, yes, yesyesyes,” Makennah moaned. She was now strumming her clit as Allen tongue-fucked her all the way through her quivering orgasm. “Oh, my Godddddd,” Makennah moaned, rolling off Allen’s face and collapsing in a pile of sweat, tousled hair, and burning muscles, trembling and ...