I’ve had sex with a lot of girls in my day. I love pussy of all shapes, sizes, and colors. But I will never forget the one time I met my perfect pussy. The girl was also great; wonderful personality and as cute as can be. For the life of me, I can’t remember her name. No matter. I will always remember our time together. It was the longest I have ever gone down on a girl. Poor thing wasn’t allowed off her back the entire evening and probably had the best head of her life from yours truly.
She was part Italian, Spanish, Brazilian, and a drop of Asian. Her pussy was caramel with a hint of pink. She had the softest, fullest labia I’ve ever felt. As soon as she spread those delectable thighs for me, I was spellbound. I tied her hands and feet to my four-poster bed, her entire body spread out like a delicious platter. Every light in the room was on, so I could see every part of her.
I started slow, running the back of my tongue over the crease of her pussy, making her crave pressure. That first taste of her was heaven, her sex like sweet water. I kissed her clit while I adjusted my arms under her thighs. Then, I waved my tongue from side to side, letting her lips spread. Her juices flowed into my mouth as I licked deeper inside her. I rested the back of my tongue over her clit and sucked her pussy softly.
Her thighs trembled around my face, her stomach fluttering to my touch. It was a beautiful sight watching her lose her mind. I drew out her first orgasm for as long as possible, whirling my tongue slowly around the same spot on her pussy until her body tensed and shook. I waited until her pussy was leaking, her clit swollen and wanting, before I increased the speed. Then, I flicked my tongue lightly under her clit with my mouth tightly pressed on her pussy until she came powerfully in my mouth with a blissful scream of ecstasy.
I let every beat of her orgasm subside, my tongue resting on her clit. Then, I started whirling my tongue again, agonizingly slow, letting another orgasm build. My mouth and chin were drenched in her wetness, her delicate scent consuming me. I squeezed two fingers inside her, slowly loosening her taut walls. I curved my fingers inward, massaging her G-spot, preparing it to be fucked.
I circled my head over her with my lips tightly suctioned on her pussy, my fingers flicking faster. She rocked her hips up to my mouth, craving more. I held on to her left thigh, squeezing my fingers deeper inside her. Her moans got louder as I sucked her pussy harder. Suddenly she grew quiet, her breath hitching and halting. I swirled my tongue faster, meeting the rhythm of my fingers. Her ankles escaped from the straps, letting her thighs press against my cheeks and ears. All I could hear was muffled cursing, mostly a repeated moan of, “Oh fuck! Fuck, yes!” She rushed to meet her second orgasm, lifting her hips off the bed, fucking my face until her clit throbbed between my lips. A strong surge of juice sprayed in my mouth and all over my arms.
I didn’t let her up the entire night. I lost count of how many times she came in my mouth. I wound up falling asleep between her legs. Both of our bodies were soaked in sweat and juice. I awoke in the middle of the night with my jaw aching. I had to crack my neck to relieve the tension. The commotion woke her up, her wrists still bound to the bed. I crawled on top of her to untie the knots.
Suddenly, she rolled me over and pinned me down. Now it was my wrists tied to the posts. She leaned down to kiss me, smiling mischievously.
“Your turn,” she whispered.
