I heard my door open and close, a lump appeared under my bed and I felt the incredible sensation of having a tongue to swirl around, squeezing my dick, I was wondering how I never noticed Cassie's long tongue before. She craned her head back to fit my entire cock or a majority of it down her throat. The heat and wetness forged an unforgettable memory in my head. I instinctively grabbed her head through the sheets pressing her head down farther as I began to cum for the first time in days. Again, due to the fact I hadn't cum in days though, my cock wouldn't go down. Her hands felt rougher than before but I didn't care I was in the moment. Then after a while she went to suck me off again but I wanted to finish what we started hours ago and through the blanket off and pinned her down to the ground.
It was dark and I could barely see so I used my sense of touch and went to her breasts, they felt a lot larger than they were, I slid my hand into her panties and pulled them off as she moan in excitement. It sounded off, I quickly flipped on the light to see Anya laying on the floor.
"Wait, what the hell?" I asked as my erection bounced as she took off her black tank top, showing she didn't wear a bra.
"I have never had sex with a man, in fact the most sexual thing I've done to a man is brush his cock accidentally. Think about it, tonight, you get to have sex with a woman who is practically a virgin yet willing to do just about anything to you. I mean sure I've used toys and fingered myself but this body is one hundred percent man free. Its a once-in-a-lifetime offer," she said and although I was pretty sure it was the drugs talking I gave in and picked her up and tossed her on my bed.
Now I realize this sounds slightly wrong but did I mention I have a libido that's bigger than oceans, hell probably the planet too?
I kissed her neck, which sent shivers down her spine, then down her chest, and from the look on her face she enjoyed it, I held her as she looked upwards into my eyes seductively as she saw my head go down. My face not an inch away from her clean-shaven pussy my tongue fining its way to her clitoris as I put all the force I could muster into my tongue, swirling her clit as I did she closed her eyes, enjoying herself but still looking dissatisfied a little. I spun my tongue around her clit sending her into a blissful smirk, this wasn't good enough. I peaked my tongue into her pussy and then went flashing between attacking her clit with my tongue and massaging the inside of her pussy with my tongue. She seemed to enjoy it as I did this since her legs fell inwards a bit. I was used to dealing with an inexperienced girl and now had to please a more experienced woman. I held her still and decided to let a little bit of my sexual depravity, my insatiable hunger for the taboo out. I kissed her, my tongue caressing hers as I swung her onto my lap and pressed her against the wall, my nearly naked form pressing against hers as she began to get into it. I ripped her tank top off, as she smiled, she liked it when I took charge, despite her dominating personality outside the bedroom. I tore her panties off just like Cassie's and began knit my fingers against hers as I embraced her, my muscled arms easily overpowering her. I slid my cock near her pussy, rubbing it against her pussy lips like Cassie had done to me. I saw her smirked in not a "he's OK way" but a genuinely intrigued smirk. I held her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, wearing her like a belt. I rubbed against her a little more before just like Cassie she began grinding against me and pleasantly her juices covered my cock after only a minute of that. I ground it against her, pressing it against her clit once and sending her into a series of spasms as she reached climax, again not like Cassie five-minute long orgasm but I took it as a compliment. I locked lips with her again as our tongues met, and this time as we both ground against each other as her cleavage bounced into my back and rubbed against my bare chest. Our bodies were crashing at first but now it seemed more like they were melding as I got her all hot and ready for the main event. She kept swirling her tongue as I mirrored it and then slid her down onto me, and when she fell onto the base of my cock, I was almost amazed at the scale of the reaction. I mean sure I was big for my age but still, she practically stopped breathing as she came to realize just how different it was. At that moment I was about to pull out and ask if she was okay but my hormones or my innate instinct to pass on my seed or something triggered and I plunged into her. She grabbed my back as I pinned her against the wall and began my full release of everything I had been holding in for the past few months while masturbating with Cassie, waiting to do this. I kept thrusting harder and harder with her moaning into my ear some incomprehensible words.
"AH, god damn!!!" she shouted as I kept her quiet by going into overdrive, my body pounding, creating a large echoing slapping sound as my pelvis smashed against hers.
She tussled up my hair as I began to play with her tits as she bit down on my neck to stop from screaming as I threw her on the bed, I threw her legs up over my head, my arms wrapping around them as I pounded her, all while playing with her clitoris with my right thumb. It was like I had melded with her, and our shared raw sexual desire, now in such a perfect moment. I thrust deeper, twisting her like my pretzel, moving her into every position I wanted, she turned around, staring at me as I bent her over, facing a mirror, her slutty image reflected in the light. I pushed against the wall, back turned to me shut off the lights and threw her back on the bed. We were always moving fining positions she liked, and as I began to go as hard as physically possible the light of the moon bathed us in this our most amazing moment, the moment where we broke the taboo. I was slamming into her, but she showed no intention of stopping, and that was fine, I don't think I could've stopped if she asked me to.
I thrust as deep as humanly possible into her and began to go fast as well, and since she was being bent over at this point I slapped her ass squeezing it as I pulled at her ass cheeks separating them as I increased my thrusts.
I held her and embraced her but it was crazy, her pussy squeezed down on me, and it felt hot, like physically hot to the touch yet in a good way, and it felt really sopping wet. The feeling of her pussy squeezing against me as I pounded into her, as it grabbed my cock seemingly on its own. It was like it wanted me to go deeper, harder, faster, so of course I obliged as best I could manage. I felt the melding of our flesh in the most amazing way, it was like no matter what I could always have this moment, so that's why I had to make it last. I was being pulled deeper by both her pussy squeezing my cock incredibly tight and my own desire to hit her g-spot, and as I captured the sensations, the moans, the scent of sweat, cum and passion not to mention the visions of raw sexuality, the feeling of her hot, tight cunt pulling me deeper into her.
I threw my head back for a moment as I slammed into her repeatedly, each time getting a sweet little moan escape her lips. Sweat dripped down our backs as we reached the point where most men would finish and leave and then brag. I had to be better though, so I continued, the desire for this night with her to never end outweighing any exhaustion I might have felt otherwise. My driving force being my massive libido, I thrust into her each time the muscles in her pussy retracting as I pulled back in as if they never wanted me to leave. I felt the smooth, wet, hot tight pussy contract its muscles in bursts, and even when I changed rhythm it stayed at the same pace as me. Every now and then, Anya would explode in a series of spasms as I went faster, trying to prolong them, sometimes getting them up to a couple of minutes long. I kept on fucking her, her cunt constantly amazing me, so tight, so hot, so sopping wet, it made me think I was dreaming. If I were dreaming I could die in the real world, this was better than anything I had ever experienced. Nothing was better than this, I thought as I began to cum.
Anya being so unused to this let me cum inside as she finished to, cum leaking out of her cunt mixing together she looked exhausted. I wasn't done yet though and began to go a second time, this time I went and held back with all my might as half my hormones told me to enjoy myself and go ahead and finish soon while the other told me to savor it. I listened to the latter. I swung my tongue around hers between gasps for air, as if she had been dunked under water. I would play with her tits, squeezing them, pinching them and just doing as I wanted to make her squirm. When I laid her down again, my mouth wrapped around part of her gorgeous and huge breasts. My tongue massaging her nipple as I let loose and forced her hips smashing against mine as we froze and again finished together. She seemed relieved for a moment but I had to keep going, I had to burn out the night. I kept playing with her, as my cum leaked onto my shaft just to be shot back in on it. I am almost certain if she wasn't such a huge lesbian that the amount of cum would have been enough for me to slip out of her but with her tight cunt, that wasn't happening. I held her hips as we went and did every position we could do before I ended up getting ridden by her. She seemed so passionate, this was so beautiful, raw sexuality, overpowering desire and endless bliss only found through carnality. She rode, me while swinging her tongue around my mouth, she began to climax and I powered through, going insanely fast, her pussy practically strangling me as I plunged deeper into her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and finally finished, this time a torrent of cum pouring into her. She arched her back as I came because she was to and collapsed on top of me.
We were both so exhausted we passed out, however she and I awoke together and realized we had gotten almost no sleep due to our little "Night Time Meeting". I kissed her as she stared at me and then at herself and shivered, this time not in excitement but in shame.
"What is it? Did our act of making love make you feel uneasy?" I asked her.
She stood there and began to do that half-laugh you do when you think low of yourself. She held her hand in her face.
"Hey, it is not wrong, we aren't technically related, and even if we are, who cares, did it feel good?" I asked Anya.
