“This movie sucks.” Ella was seated upside down on the couch, her head hanging off the cushion and a small pile of popcorn forming on the carpet–she apparently lacked quality hand-eye coordination.
“Aren’t you getting light-headed? Also, we knew this movie was going to suck–that’s the entire point.” I was seated like a normal person, my eyes briefly flickering away from Splatterzone VIII: The New Final Splattering to address Ella’s complaint.
“A little. But this is how you had me situated when you fucked my throat last week. It kinda turns me on to sit like this now.”
“And here I thought all the blood would be rushing away from your pussy.”
“Oh, shut up. Like you know anything about that. Anyway, I wasn’t expecting this movie to suck suck. I thought it was going to suck in the, like, you know, fun way.”
“We’re way past the entertainingly stupid sequels. We’re firmly in the ‘beat this poor franchise into the ground’ zone.” Ella was wearing a pair of hot pink yoga shorts–did she always have to do that?–and a tight white cami. I was in my favorite pair of black jeans for and a white tee.
With the way Ella was positioned–her legs up and over the couch’s backrest–and her obscenely tight shorts, I couldn’t help but notice that small mound between her legs. My cock twitched.
“Is it really true what you told me–that you’ve never received oral?”
“Total facts.” She was bored, swaying her head back and forth, her messy topknot dangerously close to breaking loose of her black silk scrunchy.
“That’s a travesty.”
“Is it? I wouldn’t know.”
“Yeah, it’s a travesty that you don’t know what you’ve been missing.”
“What can I do? Apparently no one wants to put their mouth on this pretty thing.” She squeezed her thighs together and shot me a pointed look. I could tell she was getting a little turned on.
I stood up, walking around the back of the couch and stopping directly between Ella’s legs. I leaned over her, so that she was looking at me upside down. “I do,” I smiled as I grabbed the stretchy waistband of her shorts.
“What are you—oooooh,” Ella turned bright red.
I wasted no time rolling the shorts down to her knees. “No panties?”
“Um, no, not right now. Girls like to go commando too, you–umf.”
My index finger ran along her slit. Wet. Sticky. I teased her labia, running up and down the inner and outer edges of each lip before circling my damp finger around her clit.
“Oh god, the blood really is rushing to my head,” she spread her legs as wide as she could–though they were still constrained by her shorts–and I pushed my finger inside her. She was tight and clearly eager to take me. She clenched my knuckle, her eyes closing as I pushed all the way to my palm. Pulling back, I slid along the roof of her pussy, applying firm pressure as I felt her lovely ridges slowly sliding over my fingertip.
Gently, I added my middle finger, pushing her snug slit open further, her breath escaping in a small rasp, eyes locked on mine as I sank inside her again.
“Mmf, fuck, that feels good.” She whined pleasantly. Her hand drifted to her right breast so that she could tweak her nipple through the thin fabric of her top. I stood close to the couch’s backrest, my erection stretching my jeans and rubbing against the insides of Ella’s knees. I moved my hips back and forth slightly, enjoying the friction.
Reaching over her, I pushed my free hand beneath her top, sliding my fingers up her abdomen and grasping her other breast. I rolled her stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She bit her lip, looking at me coyly as she bucked her hips against my other palm, my fingers thrusting deeper inside her.
“I love that noise, y’know? The gushing around my fingers. God. What could be hotter?” I looked into her dreamy eyes, slightly glazed with pleasure and light-headedness. Slowly, I slid my hand free from her clenching pussy, dragging that sticky wetness along her pale inner thigh. I gave her nipple a final, gentle tug and then grasped her legs with both hands, pulling her up slightly on the couch, so that her head now rested on the seat cushion rather than off it.
“That should be a bit better for you.” I leaned forward, my lips grazing along her soft skin until I began to taste the wet trail I’d left behind. I licked it. Dragged my tongue up towards her vulva.
The final girl’s shirt was ripped asunder in our shitty horror sequel, eliciting a surprised whine that echoed Ella’s own. I pushed further, my tongue touching the bottom of her opening and then working slowly towards the crest. With a sense of simmering satisfaction, I finally took her clit between my lips and began to suck it lightly. My tongue flexed then straightened, moving in slow circles around that dollop of delirious delight, pushing it back and forth and here and there. I found the way that Ella bucked her hips in return immensely gratifying.
“That’s a good girl.” I shoved her top up, bunching it above her chest and grasping her tits. My lips still planted on her pussy, I tugged her nipples as I sucked her clit. She tasted slightly salty with the hint of something floral–like lavender or chamomile. I ran my tongue in circles, varying its speed and occasionally shifting direction. She was moaning louder now and I had my hand down my pants, stroking my cock–so bloody hard–as I sank my tongue down between her labia, lapping upwards towards her nub with a hard flick that coincided with the way I’d squeeze my swollen tip. She shuddered each time my tongue fluttered over her pearl. I could feel small goosebumps along her inner thighs, rubbing against my jawline.
Finally, I moved her into a better position, rotating her legs so that she was lying on the couch. I clambered over it, undoing my jeans and hurling them aside as I did. I sank between her legs, barely missing a beat, my lips on her pussy again. I pushed my right hand beneath her ass, grabbing it tightly while I tonguefucked her. At the same time I sank my left hand inside my burgundy boxer briefs so that I could continue to stroke my shaft.
“Ugh, fuck, keep doing that–it feels so fucking, umf, good.”
And so I kept doing exactly fucking that. I didn’t speed up or vary the intensity, but instead stayed the course, like a man determined. Wet circles. Over and over. Stroking myself as she started to shudder against me, racing towards an apex. My fingers slipped down her ass cheek and pushed back inside her soaking slit. I pushed down. Index. Middle. Filling her up while I ate her out.
After soaking my right hand inside Ella, I shoved it into my boxers, spreading her wetness along my cock. Then it was back to fingering her and sucking her clit while I used her lubricant to jerk off.
“Oh god—–fuck, I think you’re going to make me cum.”
“Cum for me, Ella. Cum like a good fucking girl.” My words were rushed now, more intense. “C’mon. Let’s fucking see it. Let me taste it.” I spoke with my tongue still wrapped around her nub, lapping it hungrily, my eyes looking up towards her face, watching her arch her back in pleasure.
“Ah! Ah!”
Ella pressed her thighs against my cheeks, bucking her hips, while my tongue lashed around her clit, leaving strands of saliva as she came against me. Her entire body tensed, thighs and ass flexing under my hands as I kept my tongue planted firmly against her. As the waves of pleasure slowed down–shivering now–I backed off, sensing her heightened sensitivity as her orgasm faded.
I gazed up from between Ella’s legs. She looked a little woozy, like she was trying to focus her vision. She blinked several times, gazing around slowly and then meeting my eyes, watching as I continued to stroke my cock near her pussy.
She smiled, “Want me to–?”
Yep.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Her lips immediately fell around my cock. She started sucking eagerly, desperately.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I leaned back, letting her bob her head up and down in my lap. I was already close, so it didn’t take me long to grunt, “I’m cumming.”
A thick rope sprayed against her palate. Another. Another. And then two more. She swallowed every last drop like a good girl, her hair a toppled mess around her cheeks as she held me in her mouth. When I was finished, she slapped my softening cock against her cheek, leaving a sparkle of semen behind.
“Well, that was way better than Splatterzone VIII,” I joked.
“Mhm,” Ella pushed her hair out of her face. “Next time you should probably put this fucking thing inside me, though.”
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