Over the next minutes, as she more and more frantically shifted Michael’s ravaging mouth from tortured boob to boob, her demands became, for Michael’s ears, a lust-charged love song of whimpers and cries and panted barely comprehensible words. At first, one, then two of his fingers had sunk deep into Lisa’s tight but hot-slippery cunt, for an in-and-out and a bending and twisting exploration of her cunt’s most nervy spots.
Eventually, with fevering fingers clawing his hair, Lisa began to push his face down her midriff. When his tongue sunk twirling into her navel her body heaved up with a moan. It turned into a cry moments later when her hands had forced his mouth into her golden bush, and his teeth closed over her mons.
It was clear that Lisa wanted now her pussy eaten like her tits but Michael wanted to make her wait. Pulling out of her grip, he kissed his way up again, over her heaving navel and bite-marked tits, to her lips to whisper:
“God, Lisa, making love to your beautiful tits turns me on. But you are still not undressed. I’m going to strip you of your dangerous high heels and sexy stockings. Your beautiful legs will give me more naughty ideas.”
Getting off the bed, he reached for one of her legs and pulled it close. Lisa giggled as she lifted it and threateningly pointed its heel at Michael’s balls. He quickly removed the danger to his groin only to see it as quickly replaces by Lisa’s other armed foot. With this shoe removed, he reached up for the black lace top of her stocking and slowly peeled it down and let it drop to the floor. Then, grinning down at Lisa — with his eyes avoiding her spread-open groin and half-open glistening pussy — he lifted her foot to his mouth and covered it with kisses. As his tongue licked up her sole and his teeth closed over her big toe Lisa burst into a body-twisting laughter.
Then, Michael sat down. Still gripping her leg, he turned sideways to kiss his way quickly up to the inside of her thighs. Slowing down, he covered her soft flesh with sucking kisses, each one marking her as his, as his mouth came ever closer to her quivering sex. And then, with her thighs spread wide open, Michael slowly drew his tongue over the pussy lips’ hillock and through the sex-tasty heat of its licked-open gash.
After covering the inside of her other thigh with searing kisses to the top of her stocking, he knelt up and quickly peeled the stocking down. Hooking his arms under her knees and raising her thighs, he bent forward over Lisa. As he asked, his cock already parted the lips of Lisa’s pussy:
“What do you want, Lisa? You were pushing me down to your pussy before. Do you want to be eaten first and then fucked? Or fucked, and eaten, and fucked and eaten again? Tell me; you are no longer shy, are you, Lisa?”
“Fuck me, Michael, God, fuck me first! But do you want to eat then my wet pussy? You know how wet I get from before on the table. I can’t stop coming like that with you.”
Michael lifted Lisa’s ass off the sheet and pulled her so close that the tip of his cock touched her pussy’s glistening slit. The slightest push would have parted the lips but he held back. He wanted from Lisa more than a token consent.
“With you, Lisa, I like nothing more than tasting your just hard-fucked cunt. And eating it into another climax.”
“God, Michael, if you like tasting me, eating me like that, fuck me! Fuck me hard, eat me up, make me cum, again and again!”
As soon as Michael pushed his cock’s head into Lisa’s opening pussy lips, her hand was down to press it, as she cried out in lust, onto the opening of her already hotly aroused cunt. But hers was not a mature women’s one, loosened and widened by childbirth and the ravaging cocks and fingers of many lovers.
Therefore, Michael did not push his cock in to the hilt as had done when he fucked her first on the desk. Enjoying the hot, tight nervy grip of her cunt, he slowly, with gentle but ever deeper thrusts, opened her cunt to the pleasure of quivering for the next cunt-filling thrust.
As he fucked her with slow, deep probing thrusts for long minutes, his low voice told her what a beautiful and so sinfully sexy woman she was and how he loved fucking her while she allowed him to look down on her body twisting and her hands caressing her tits. He loved her brave shamelessness in showing off her tits and hot pussy, and how it made his cock hard. Also, how her wild sexy kissing made him into a daring-all lover. It always told him of her hunger and what she wanted in their sexual play.
Was it his cock stirring up her cunt or his hot words seducing her mind, it triggered the shaking in Lisa’s thighs and in her pelvis pressing against his cock. Her stammering, “I’m coming, Michael, I’m coming!” made him quickly withdraw and slither down.
As his mouth fastened on her quivering pussy and his tongue drilled into her cunt’s palpitating opening, her pelvis began shaking in repeating spasms. And then Lisa’s hand and her convulsing thighs locked his face and mouth onto her pussy as it filled with the hot juices of her climaxing cunt. And Michael licked and drank and discovered how much the heady taste of Lisa’s coming turned him on.
While the spasms of her climax gradually weakened, Michael continued his oral pleasuring. He pushed his tongue, time and time again, onto and through the pulsating opening of Lisa’s hot-fucked cunt.
By the time Michael’s lips and teeth moved onto Lisa’s hyper-sexed clit, the shivering of her pussy under his lips, the shaking of her thighs, and the high pitch of her whimpering told that she was already on the brink of another coming. The sweet torture of her clit, of his sucking and biting, and the lashing of his tongue, pushed Lisa into the vortex of orgiastic surrender.
Lisa met it with a lust-charged, drawn-out howl that turned into a fit of wild laughter as Michael, on releasing her clit, began to draw his tongue up over her mons, her heaving belly and straining tits to her hungrily opening mouth. As their tongues joined in wild copulation, his rock-hard cock slid unaided into Lisa’s insatiable cunt. She panted, “Yes, Michael, I want it. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me again!”
“How would you like to be fucked? What is your favourite position? On your knees, from behind? Or side on? We have already done it on the table. Are you like Rita? Would you like to ride me? Did she tell you that she did?”
Lisa did not answer in words but she started the move by pushing Michael sideways. And then, twisting and turning in unison with him, she straddled him with his cock still firmly in her cunt.
As she sat up, a pained ‘Ah’ escaped her as the tip of his rod touched her cervix but then, as she quickly lifted and sank her cunt slowly down again, her face lit up and she laughed in triumph. Then, with interruptions and her voice hoarse with excitement, she whispered: