"Y... you said..." he gasped. "You said you wanted my dick in your mouth," he finally blurted out. "But you're not doing it! This is maddening, Ava," he complained.
"My dear Ethan. I said I wanted that, yes. But you have yet to actually give me permission, or even tell me that you want it, also."
His hands slid up into his blond hair and squeezed into fists, pulling his hair up in a manner that looked painful. Staring down at me he pleaded, "Please put my dick into your mouth. I'm begging you."
Ever obedient, I did as he requested. I only had to raise my head up slightly, and move it forward a little and my mouth surrounded his quivering dick. More salty precum spilled onto the rear of my tongue, oozing down my throat. Impishly, I remained as I was, doing nothing else. After all, he'd only asked me to put it into my mouth - nothing else. I watched his face.
Ethan's original smile of satisfaction faded to one of dismay. "Ava? Aren't you going to suck it?" he asked, sounding a little strangled.
I spoke carefully, speaking around his dick, while still keeping it in my mouth. "Oh, ehs at wha u ant?"
"Is that what I want?" he repeated, correctly interpreting what I'd said. "Yes! Oh my god, yes! I want that more than anything!"
I started sucking, dislodging a lot more precum from the depths of his manhood. I loved hearing how that made him groan loudly. At first, I was aware of my knees pressing into the carpet, but quickly my focus turned to the textures of his cock in my mouth, and I forgot all about the carpet. That cock seemed to grow a bit larger, filling my mouth more, and it was definitely getting hotter.
His slightly matted blond pubic hair exuded a spicy scent that, once inhaled, made me want to jump his bones. But I settled, for the moment, with just breathing it in deeply. Perhaps I was a little cross-eyed, staring at his cock as I slid it in and out of my mouth, wanting to press my lips against as much of its surface as I could, while still sucking, as promised. Several blue-purple veins stood out prominently along its smooth skin. At times, while sucking, I could work the tip of my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock - that seemed to make Ethan groan louder and longer, so I mentally marked that as a thing worth repeating often.
I felt my panties dampening, because as his precum volume grew, and his gasps and moans got louder, my pussy was lubricating like mad. I wondered if he could smell my characteristic scent yet, and, if he did, did he like it? He still seemed shy or uncertain, because his hands either stayed at his side, went behind his back, or went up to ruffle and clutch the hair on his head. They certainly didn't come down and grasp my own long, blonde hair, or my face, even though I wished he'd do that, and either use my hair to move my head back and forth on his dick, or hold my head steady so he could fuck my mouth.
In hindsight, I realized that if I'd opened my blouse, or taken my skirt off, I might have signaled more clearly that I was available for more than a simple act of fellatio. But I didn't mind, because I'd truly accomplished my goal, sucking on that lovely dick of his. Which, at around this time, gave a slight jerk in my mouth, and the salty precum I'd been consuming changed flavor, giving off hints of bitter. I realized that Ethan had just cum in my mouth, but only a scant amount. I was actually disappointed, not by the taste, but by the volume.
"Sorry," Ethan said. "I didn't mean to cum in your mouth like that. I'm really trying hard to hold back, Ava."
I held his dick in my hand as I took my mouth off it, to look up and say to him, "Hold back? Ethan, I don't want you to hold back one bit! I want you to cum hard in my mouth. I want a gusher! I want your balls to empty completely. Understand?"
His throat muscles rippled as he swallowed, his pupils dilating in surprise. "Oh! Really? Wow. OK. OK. That's fantastic. More, please."
I grinned up at him. "Well, since you said please..." I engulfed his cock once again with my mouth, closing my lips more firmly to increase the friction of our movements. I freed my hand from his cock, and reached around him, sinking both my hands into his firm tushie. I pulled his pelvis in a forward and back motion, bobbing my head at the same time, simulating a mouth fuck.
Perhaps he was a bit shocked at me doing this, but after several strokes, I could feel him getting into it. It took my hands less and less effort to move his hips. And then, lo and behold, I felt his hands slide into my hair at either side of the back of my head, and he held my head still. I glanced up and saw a grimace on his face as he arched his back and started bucking his hips rapidly, truly mouth-fucking me!
After that tiny amount of semen he'd given me, I must report that I was totally unprepared for what happened next. With a loud cry of release, Ethan started spewing copious amounts of ejaculate into my mouth and throat - my mouth when he was pulled back, and my throat when he was thrust forward. I was hard pressed to swallow fast enough to keep up with him, and not choke. I didn't want to choke - I didn't want to dissuade him at all. This was what I'd dreamed about, receiving a massive load from him in this manner.
Consequently, when he slowed down, and let go of my head, I felt I had to stem the tide of apology that burst from his lips. "Oh my lord! Ava! I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me! I was acting like a wild animal in full rut! I'm so, so embarrassed!" His cheeks were scarlet with shame.
I licked my lips and swallowed the remaining semen in my mouth, while looking up to lock eyes with him. "Ethan! You have nothing to apologize about! That was perfect! That was what I've been dreaming about! I'm glad you let that animal part of yourself have free rein for once! In fact, I hope this won't be the only time."
"You... you mean you liked it?" he asked, incredulous.
"No, silly. I loved it!" I replied, eyes twinkling with delight.
He was thoughtful for a minute or two, absorbing this. Tentatively, he stated, "That animal part of me wants more now. I'd really like to..." He took a deep breath, obviously bracing himself for a refusal. "I'd really like to go down on you."
I smiled, a bit impishly. "You mean you want to eat my pussy?"
He nodded, afraid to speak.
In answer, I stood up, unzipped and stepped out of my skirt. My soaked panties, peeled carefully off my sex, were placed safely atop a glass coffee table top. I sat in a wooden chair, scooting my butt far enough forward to let my pussy dangle out over the front edge of the seat. Holding my thighs wide apart, I told him, "Let's see that animal in action again, Ethan."
With an inarticulate cry, he dropped down between my knees, and buried his face in my cunt. His hands went under my butt to hold me in place, as his lips and tongue went wild first on my mound and labia, licking and sucking, and then plowed deep into my furrow. His tongue swiped across my vaginal opening, pee hole, and clit, performing several claiming strokes. Next, he stiffened his tongue, and drilled it deeply into my cunt, letting his lips form a seal around that hole.
I'm still not sure how he was manipulating that tongue inside me, but as he moved it, and at the same time applied suction, I felt my fluids rushing into the greedy maw of his mouth, only to be replaced by fresh secretions. He tongued, sucked and swallowed, and it's a good thing he was holding my ass in place. My eyes went out of focus, and then they must have rolled back in their sockets, because all went black. I could see nothing, which was just as well, because it meant I had to focus on my body sensations. Which meant I was focused on the shockingly pleasurable waves of sensation crashing through my cunt. I was also vaguely aware of my toes curling in delight, just before the energy of my first orgasm burned through me like a supernova!
Did Ethan stop at that? No. I'd unleashed the beast. He kept sucking and tonguing, sending me spiraling up into another climax. And a third. I thought I'd finally gotten my body back under control when he shifted his lips slightly, and now my clit shaft was being mashed on by his lip, while its head was subject to the sucking vacuum of his mouth! That was the orgasm that was so intense that I lost consciousness!
When I came to - minutes or hours later - Ethan was holding my labia apart with gentle fingers, and licking all my sexual region clean. And there seemed to be a lot to clean up! All the muscles in my body must've contracted, for how long, I had no idea, leaving them cramped, and me sweaty. And I didn't mind one bit. I was still floating in a haze.
Regaining my senses, I was aware that the scent emanating from my armpits would never be sought after as a perfume. Sheepishly, I said, "Ethan, honey, could I possibly use your shower?"
Still between my knees, he grinned up at me with the most confidence he'd shown since my arrival. "Certainly, Ava. Be my guest. Would you like me to soap your back for you?" he asked, perhaps half jokingly.
