M arose around the usual time and asked to be attended to by her favorite pubic barber. My results aren’t as thorough or as bare as a waxer produces. But I’m not striving for aesthetics; I just want the hair out of the way so I can more easily play with the tender pink flesh. For instance…

After the trimming, M took her morning shower, rinsing away any stray hair clippings in the process. Afterwards, she came upstairs for an inspection. She sat in a hard wooden chair, slouched back with her thighs spread wide. I knelt on the floor in front of her and slowly brought my face to her pussy. I toyed with her outer lips, giving long, leisurely laps up each side, waggling my tongue side to side to probe each fold. Then I pointed my tongue and dragged up the very center, parting her lips and opening the furrow. I painted the upper part of her pussy with my tongue, spreading the welling moisture and gently nudging her clit hood. My strokes grew slightly more insistent, and she opened even further, luring me in.

I sucked at her wet cunt, inhaling a bit of flesh between my lips, then sucking at it, lightly scraping with my teeth and lashing with my tongue. As her lips swelled with arousal, I sucked them one at a time into my mouth and tugged and pulled. M gave a little grunt of impatience, ready for the teasing to end, ready for me to deliver the goods. A nice thing about being with a partner for a long time is knowing just what buttons to push and when. I started a fast, hard licking from bottom to top, scraping right over her clit hood and brushing her emerging clit. her breath caught in her throat as I maintained that pace until the long steady groan started. As her cry grew in urgency, I could feel her thigh muscles tighten and strain, and all at once I was overwhelmed with the dark, rich scent of her pussy. I lapped and lapped until she cried sharply. As she was cumming, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed it tightly, drawing out her shudders. As soon as her thighs went slack, I released her clit and plunged my tongue as deeply as I could into her waiting hole, tasting that rich heady flow, then pulling back and sucking her lips again, trying to gather every drop.

M opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Come downstairs with me?” I didn’t need to be convinced. We trotted to the bedroom and I shed my clothes to match her naked state. She pushed me onto my back and said “I really need to suck you.” She got on all fours at my hip and her tight lips engulfed my cock in a rush. As my head started spinning, I reached out a hand and started petting her pussy, slippery wet now. As I stroked and fondled her drooling cunt, I encouraged her. “Oh, that’s it, nice! You’re a fast and enthusiastic cock sucker, aren’t you?” her head continued to bob up and down, which I was willing to take as a nod of assent. “Ooooh, that’s so nice.” I fingered her clit more intently, partly trying to reward and encourage her, but also playing a game to see if I could get her off enough that she lost focus on sucking me. I’ve had a lot of practice at this game, and she likes letting me win. After several seconds, she pulled her head off my cock with a wet sucking noise and cried out as I teased another orgasm out of her warm wet twat.

“Are you ready to be fucked now? How do you want it?” I asked. “I want you on top,” she said, “missionary. I want to save fucking from behind for when we’re in some changing room or somewhere out in public.” My cock throbbed just a little harder at the mere thought of it, and I scrambled to accommodate her. She laid on her back, legs thrown wide apart. I moved into position and instructed her, “Grab it and guide it in.” She nudged my fat head just barely between her lips and I pressed home. She cried out, “So much! Oh gaud…” and I pushed in roughly. I like battering my way into her pussy. I’m careful not to be too rough, and if it leaves her mildly sore later in the day, I know she’ll smile every time she thinks about it. I pinned her legs and pushed in and out, wiggling a little deeper with each thrust. Her eyes opened wider as I sank in and started fucking hard and deeper. My hips rocked back and forth, hard enough that M held her breasts to keep them from shaking too much. I paused and pulled back from her wet cunt slightly. “Reach down and spread your lips wide for me.” “Are you not deep enough already? I can taste you in my throat,” she grinned as she complied. “It’s not for the depth,” I said, and settled close to her again, so that my public bone rode against her clit as I started rocking back and forth. Her eyes rolled back and she started moaning anew, and before I knew it she was crashing into another rolling orgasm, her hips bucking and thrashing under me. I pulled back and let her catch her breath. With my cock still in her, I sat back on my heels and started brushing her clit with my thumb. her hips convulsed in response, nearly pulling free of my cock. I leaned forward more and gave her short, stabbing thrusts while I continued to stroke her clit, wrenching another set of ragged cries from her. Watching her convulse and cry finally pushed me over the edge, and I could feel the warm tingle start at the base of my scrotum, tighten my balls, and surge forth as I drove deep one last time, exploding hot and wet inside her. M’s cunt grabbed and pulled, milking me and holding me tight as I throbbed in release. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me tight, unwilling to let me go until my cock finally dwindled and slid free, leaving a snail trail behind it.

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