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I sit up in bed, swinging my legs over. “Well, that’s good to know.”
He gives me a quizzical look. “Um, where you going?”
“To shower.”
He shakes his head, reaching for another condom on the nightstand. “Nah. I’m not done, yet. Lie back and lift open your legs.”
I smile, doing as I am told. Allowing this man-child to dominate. Allowing myself to submit to his will. I spread wide, bending at the knees, displaying my wet cunt for his taking.
“Damn. You gotta phat pussy. I wanna cream-pie you so bad.” I lift my head up from the mattress and give him a questioning look. He smirks. “Bust inside you, then eat you out.”
My cunt clenches.
Ooh, he’s one freaky-ass motherfucker.
• • •
A week later…
“Dang, Mrs. Lang,” Kyree says in between bites of his food, “this lasagna is bangin’.”
Kyree and Jacob have spent the most part of the afternoon out back entertaining a group of their friends, a mixture of horny males and giggling, bikini-clad sex kittens, lounging about our in-ground pool. Today had been a near-perfect summer day. A delicious breeze, warm sun shining down. Every so often, I found myself dashing up the stairs and peeking through slits of the blinds of my upstairs window, stalking the area as I eyed Jacob and…Kyree.
They were teen boys, for heaven’s sake. Doing what teen boys do. But when Kyree stepped out of the pool—water cascading down his chiseled body—and caught some big-booty, platinum-blonde-haired hussy around the waist and pulled her up against his hard, wet chest, I froze.
She threw her arms around his neck, then eased up on her tiptoes and kissed him. On the mouth! Fast-ass little ho!
He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled. I rolled my eyes. “Bitch,” I muttered as I watched. “I hope the chlorine breaks your edges off.” I stepped back from the window. I’d seen enough. But fifteen minutes later, I found myself peering out of another window. “What the hell am doing?” I murmured, even as a rush of wetness trickled down my thighs and I slipped a finger inside my overheated pussy. I had to scold myself several times for not trusting my son and his friend enough to entertain their friends without prying eyes, for not being able to allow them a measure of privacy. They deserved that much. Didn’t they? Hell no! Not under my roof. I had every right to know what the heck was going on right under my nose. After all, they were my responsibility.
So, why was I frozen in shock when Kyree’s gaze lifted, and suddenly I was caught in his snare?
When he lifted his head and his lips curved upward, my knees nearly buckled. All the blood left my face. Shit. I was busted. He knew I was watching! He cupped the little hotbox’s ass and kissed her back. My nipples pebbled and my pussy flooded with liquid warmth. I closed my eyes and an image of Kyree filled my mind. Suddenly I envisioned him thrusting his long, talented tongue in and out of me, licking me to orgasm. I could almost feel the brush of his tongue against my sensitive clit, laving my pussy with loving strokes. Each erotic image brought forth a moan. I pumped hard and fast, then climaxed. My juices soaked my fingers and my cunt clenched and unclenched, making me ache for a good fuck. My heartbeat sped up and I cursed myself for spying on Jacob and his friends—particularly for eyeing Kyree—and for being so incredibly turned on by my voyeuristic behavior. Shamelessly wet, I turned and headed back downstairs. I needed a hard dick and a stiff drink.
• • •
“I wish my moms cooked like this,” Kyree says, tugging me from my thoughts.
I blink back the remaining images of him at the pool, and smile. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“I am,” he says as he lifts his eyes up from his plate long enough to take me in with his gaze. “I enjoy everything you cook. I love eating…” He pauses, mischief flickering in his eyes. You. I love eating you, I hear him say in my head. I shift in my seat. “Good food,” he finishes, smacking his lips.
I swallow back a rush of drool as he swipes his wet tongue over his thick juicy lips, then licks his long, pussy-probing fingers.
I fight to shake the memory of how, just days ago, he had me clutching the sheets, moaning, digging my heels into the mattress as he cupped my ass and lifted me to his mouth and fucked me swiftly with his tongue; each shallow thrust of his tongue sending me spiraling closer to another climax.
“Ohgod, yes,” I cried out as his growl vibrated against my clit. “Don’t stop. Oooh…don’t stop giving me that tongue…it feels so good, baby. Mmmm, yesss…”
“I’m going to make you come hard.” He looked up just long enough to take in the expression of ecstasy etched on my face; my bottom lip pulled in tight, my eyes fluttering, my head thrashing side to side.
He pulled my lips apart, then followed his finger along my wet slit, making me shudder and my toes curl before replacing his finger with his tongue and running the tip of it over my clit, then delving in deep.
One finger entered me as he licked. My hips thrust hungrily.
“Right there,” I said breathlessly. “I like that. Oooh, yes…oooh, yes…lick my pussy. Mmmm. Faster. Oooh…”
Kyree wedged a second finger inside. But he’d removed them too fast, too soon, only to dip them into my mouth for me to suck, to taste. And, then, he snatches them away and surges onto his knees, elevating me. My hips rose off the mattress. My legs spread wider, my cunt so hungry and greedy for more of him, all of him. The rapid-fire flicking of his tongue had me on the verge of combustion. I was so full from arousal that I could feel it building deep in the pit of my soul.
I thrashed anew, fighting to hold in the rushing wave of wet yearning roiling inside of me. I’d cast a hazy gaze at the beauty of his hardened biceps as they supported the weight of me. It was a beautiful sight to behold. This young man eagerly licking me, sucking me, fucking me with fingers and tongue; his face wet…from me; my pussy his meal, his nourishment, to enjoy.
