The Student - Sex Stories

The Student

... directed her into the 69 position. Her thighs framed his face, and her glistening folds were mere inches from his mouth. He slipped his tongue along her lips, and she let out a soft whimper of pleasure.

It was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue explored her slit with enthusiasm, finding her swollen clit and beginning to suck and nibble gently. Patty gasped and whimpered with every touch, her body responding to his every move. Eric’s tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around Patty’s clit, savoring the taste of her arousal. She shuddered above him, thighs tightening against his ears as she gasped, "YES, Eric—right there, don’t stop." Her voice was raw and filled with desire. Even though his technique was clumsy.

Below, Patty’s mouth enveloped him, hot and wet, her tongue swirling along his shaft with practiced hunger. He groaned against her, the vibration making her hips jerk. "You taste amazing," he mumbled into her folds, nipping gently at her inner thigh.

Suddenly, Patty pulled off him with a slick pop, breathless. "Look at me," she demanded. Eric tilted his head back, meeting her fierce gaze upside down. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen. "Tell me what you want," she whispered, her thumb stroking his tip. "Want you to come on my face?" Eric’s voice cracked. "Or—"

Patty’s laugh was low and playful. "You first." She lowered herself again, but this time her tongue flicked only the sensitive ridge beneath his head—light, teasing strokes that made ...

... his hips buck. "Patty—" he choked out. Above him, she moaned into his skin, her own hips grinding against his mouth. "Eat me like you mean it," she gasped. "Like you’re starving."

Eric obeyed, burying his face deeper, tongue plunging inside her, then dragging down to suck her clit hard. Patty cried out, her thighs trembling violently around his head. He felt her climax building—the clenching heat, the sharp, rhythmic pulses against his tongue. Her moans turned ragged and desperate. "Yes—yes—Eric—" Her voice shattered as her orgasm hit. She convulsed, riding his face, her juices flooding his mouth—sweet, musky, and primal. He drank her in, swallowing every shudder, every gasp, as she trembled above him.

Below, Patty sensed his impending release. Her mouth slid down his shaft, taking him deep into her throat. She hollowed her cheeks, applying relentless suction while her hand worked the base. Eric groaned, the vibration muffled against her wet flesh. The dual sensations—her mouth devouring him, her aftershocks still pulsing against his tongue—were too much. His hips jerked off the bed. "Patty—I'm—" he choked out, unable to finish. His orgasm ripped through him: thick, hot pulses erupting into her throat. She swallowed greedily, milking him until he was spent, trembling beneath her.

As they lay there, catching their breath, Eric couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had taken control, explored new territory, and brought Patty to the heights of pleasure. It ...