Pervert for Life

I soon found out as my tongue gave a slow lick along the outer edges of her pussy.

I ran my tongue gently through her pussy lips in a circle.

Starting from her right pussy lips, I gently swirled my tongue onto her left pussy lips, cleaning off all her love juices that could be seen at the edges as I savored the taste.

’The difference between a young girl’s pussy and that of a matured woman...’ I muttered internally as I came to the realisation.

The taste was richer and somewhat heavier.

There was a deeper musk under the sweetness, something warmer and more concentrated that clung to the tongue longer than May’s lighter, fresher flavour ever had.

It was the difference between unripe fruit and fruit that had been left on the vine until it was heavy and full.

I pressed my tongue flatter against her and dragged it upward in one long, deliberate stroke, gathering more of her thick, warm wetness.

Elena’s thighs twitched on either side of my head.

A soft, broken sound left her throat as she felt the sensation of my tongue on her wet pussy.

I did it again, slower this time, letting the tip of my tongue part her folds just enough to taste the hotter fluid that was still seeping out of her.

The vanilla scent of her skin mixed with the sharper musk rising from between her legs until I could barely tell where one ended and the other began.

I breathed her in while I licked, and the combination made my cock throb hard against the mattress.

I shifted lower and focused on the soft, swollen flesh around her entrance.

Her hole was still slightly open from the earlier overstimulation of the invisible cocks.

Every time I circled it with the tip of my tongue, more of her juices spilled out, warm and slick, running down the crease of her ass.

I followed the trail with my tongue, cleaning her all the way to the tight, dark pink ring of her asshole before returning to her pussy.

Elena’s fingers found my hair.

She did not push me away. She simply held on, her grip tightening every time my tongue pressed a little harder.

"Lucas..." her voice was already unsteady. "You... you’re being too thorough..."

I ignored the half-hearted protest and sealed my mouth over her warm pussy.

My tongue pushed inside her for the first time, slow and deep, tasting the heat that lived further inside her pussy.

Elena’s back arched off the bed as a sharp, surprised moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Her thighs clamped around my head for a second, then loosened again as if she was fighting the urge to keep me locked there.

I fucked her with my tongue in short, steady strokes, curling the tip upward each time I pulled back so I could feel the soft inner walls flutter against me.

The more I licked, the wetter she became.

Her love juices soon coated my chin and the lower half of my face.

Every time I swallowed, the thick, mature taste of her pussy slid down my throat and left me wanting more.

I moved higher and found her clit.

The little bud was swollen and hard under the thin hood of her darkened rosy skin.

I flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue, then circled it the same way I had circled her outer lips.

Elena’s entire body jerked and her hands tightened in my hair until it almost hurt.

"Ahh... wait... that spot..." she tried to plead but I did not wait.

I closed my lips around her clit and sucked gently, using the flat of my tongue to stroke it at the same time.

Elena’s moan turned into a long, shaky cry.

Her hips rolled upward against my mouth, chasing the sensation even while her mind was still trying to process the shame of it.

I could feel the conflict in the way her thighs trembled.

One moment they pressed against my ears, the next they tried to ease open again as if she was fighting herself.

I kept the rhythm steady.

Suck. Circle. Suck. Circle.

Her breathing grew louder and more ragged.

Soft, wet sounds filled the room every time my tongue moved against her.

The mattress creaked under the restless movement of her hips.

I could hear the faint, sticky noise of her pussy getting wetter by the second.

I slipped one finger inside her while I continued to work her clit with my mouth.

Her walls clamped down immediately, hot and slick, trying to pull the finger deeper.

I added a second finger and curled them upward, searching for the soft, spongy spot that made her breath hitch.

When I found it, Elena’s voice broke completely.

"Fuck... lucas... your fingers..."

I pumped them slowly, matching the pace of my tongue.

Every time my fingers pressed against that spot, more of her juices spilled out around them and ran down my wrist.

The wet sounds became louder, filthier.

I could feel her body starting to tighten, the muscles in her thighs and stomach growing rigid.

Elena’s hands left my hair and gripped the sheets instead. Her knuckles turned white.

Her head tipped back against the pillow, exposing the long line of her throat.

A thin sheen of sweat had formed between her breasts, making the flushed skin of her cleavage glisten under the low light.

I lifted my mouth just long enough to speak against her wet folds.

"You’re getting close, Instructor."

The words alone made her pussy clench hard around my fingers.

I sealed my mouth over her clit again and increased the pressure, sucking more firmly while my fingers rubbed that same sensitive spot inside her without mercy.

Elena’s moans turned into short, desperate gasps. Her hips bucked against my face in small, uncontrolled movements.

Her body locked up and a sharp, high cry tore out of her throat as her orgasm hit.

Her pussy spasmed around my fingers in strong, rhythmic pulses, flooding my hand and my mouth with a fresh rush of warm, thick fluid.

I kept licking through it, drinking her down, not stopping even when her thighs shook violently on either side of my head.

Elena’s voice cracked as wave after wave rolled through her.

She tried to say something, but the words dissolved into broken moans and soft, helpless whimpers.

I only slowed when the strongest contractions began to ease.

Even then I did not pull away completely.

I kept my tongue moving in gentle, lazy strokes, cleaning the mess she had made, tasting every last drop of the release that still leaked from her.

Elena’s body twitched with every light touch.

Her breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling in deep, shaky pulls of air.

I finally lifted my head.

My face was soaked. Her juices glistened on my chin and lips. Elena stared down at me through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed deep pink, lips parted.

A thin strand of saliva still connected the corner of her mouth to her lower lip from earlier.

She looked thoroughly used and still hungry for more.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and rose up over her.

My cock was painfully hard, the head already leaking. Elena’s eyes dropped to it immediately.

The hesitant look from before was gone, replaced by something darker and more open.

She licked her lips without thinking.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties and dragged them the rest of the way down her legs.

The blue fabric was heavy with her fluids as I tossed it aside and settled between her open thighs, the head of my cock resting against the slick, oversensitive entrance of her pussy.

Elena’s breath caught in her throat but she did not look away.

I leaned forward until my chest brushed against the soft, heavy weight of her bra-covered breasts.

The cool air had made her nipples tight under the thin material.

I could feel the heat of her skin even through the fabric.

"Instructor," I said quietly, the tip of my cock pressing just enough to stretch her entrance without pushing inside yet. "You’re still dripping."

Elena’s thighs trembled again.

A fresh bead of her juices slid down the length of my cock and disappeared between us.

She swallowed hard, her eyes locked on mine, and for the first time since she had climbed onto the bed there was no teasing left in her expression.

Only raw need and the quiet, shameful acceptance of what was about to happen.

Her fingers curled into the sheets on either side of her hips.

The room was quiet except for the sound of her uneven breathing and the soft, wet noise of her pussy still twitching against my rock hard cock as I pressed against her entrace.

Then Elena’s lips parted, and the single word that left them was barely more than a whisper.

"Please."

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