“I don’t… I don’t know,” she moans, throwing back her head. “Oh, god, I can’t… I can’t be straight. This feels too good.”
“There we go,” I whisper. “I knew you wanted this.”
I fuck my fingers roughly into her tight pussy and kiss her as savagely as my drunken desire demands. She falls back onto the bed, entirely at my mercy as I climb atop her, my tight skirt riding up my thighs and my hand still working between her plump thighs. My kiss calms her fears, or at least ensures she’s too busy to worry much.
“How old are you?” I ask her between wet kisses.
“Oh, god, I’m… seventeen. No… no I turned eighteen a few weeks ago.”
I stop kissing her and give her a questioning look with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m eighteen,” she moans. “Check my ID if you have to. It’s in my purse.”
She gestures somewhere near the door where she dropped her purse almost as soon as I got my hands on her.
“No, I don’t card,” I laugh. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting into more trouble than I expected.”
I’m actually surprised she is only eighteen. Her face is very young looking, but her body has the curves of a 25 year old porn star, even if she is a little chubby.
I growl and bury my face in the soft mounds of her perfect tits. I run my tongue all over her tits, working one nipple with my hand while I lick and suck her other nipple. She squirms and bucks against my hips and cums before I am even ready.
Her hips thrust suddenly and she arches beneath me. Her pretty lips form into a mute “O” of pleasure. I suck hard at her nipple in my mouth, rubbing my thumb against her clit as I pump two fingers in and out of her clutching tunnel.
Her orgasm only encourages me. I kiss my way from her shuddering tits and down her body, sliding off of her, but keeping two fingers fucking her tight little pussy the whole time.
“Oh, wow,” she moans. “That was so good.”
She thinks I’m done with her, but I put both hands to work. I rub her clit with the fingers of one hand and push a third fingers into her tight channel. I kneel beside her, my dress hiked all the way up to my waist and my black lace panties exposed as I finger-fuck Bailey’s hot tunnel. She is extremely wet from that first orgasm and even three fingers squelch in and out of her well-lubed pussy with relative ease.
Bailey smile up at me, her face deeply flushed and her fingers playing with her plump nipples. She pinches and tugs on her buds as I drive her closer and closer to another orgasm. The scents of her shampoo and body wash are slowly overcome by the musk of her arousal. I pump my fingers faster into her soaking pussy.
“Oooohhhh god,” she gasps, seemingly grabbing for the pillows and trying to sit up. “Oh my god, Lindsay… I’m going to…”
“You can cum again,” I murmur as I rub hard at her clit.
“Nnnnnnnnn I’m going to squirt!”
Maybe I’m just drunk, or maybe I haven’t been around enough squirters, but my mind doesn’t process what Bailey is saying until her pussy is suddenly gushing out warm, clear liquid in every direction. I’ll admit, I always thought it was pee or something in pornos, but it’s not pee. It’s a thin liquid, but slightly, oily, more like the slippery lubricant of a pussy, only squirting over my fingers, the bedspread, and even my arm.
“Oh my god!” Bailey bucks one last time before the flow of cum from her pussy begins to diminish. I slosh my fingers in and out for a few more raunchy pumps before I finally withdraw my hands from her furry mound.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she says, covering her face with her hands. “I never do that. It just… it felt so good. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
I lick her sweet nectar from my fingers.
"Don’t be embarrassed,” I moan. “It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen a girl do.”
“Oh my god, the bed is all wet,” she says.
“Get up,” I command and Bailey rolls off the bed.
I pull the ugly tan and brown motel comforter off the bed and strip back the sheets. I don’t care if Bailey cums all over them, pisses on them, or whatever else she wants to do. I grab her hips and practically throw her face down back onto the bed.
“Oh!” she cries. “Hey, what are you doin?”
“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl.
She obeys me and I let out another moan of appreciation. Her ass is big, round, pale, and lusciously lovely. Like her breasts, her ass seems almost magically shapely for its large size. I guess that’s what being eighteen can get you. Being on your feet all the time as your job probably doesn’t hurt. Her furry pussy glistens between her thighs and her asshole is so pristine it isn’t even pink; it’s almost the same pale shade as her ass.
I can’t resist smacking her ass. I give her several quick swats, each with a loud crack sound and an accompanying yelp of surprise from Bailey. Her ass jiggles with each blow and begins to redden where my hand made contact. Bailey looks back at me over her shoulder with pleading eyes.
“Did I do something bad?” She asks, pouting her lip.
“Your ass is doing bad things to me,” I slur the words and then laugh at the stupidity of them. I steady myself with a hand on her smooth cheeks to keep from tipping over backwards. “I think I should get naked since you’re so naked.”
I unbutton my shirt and unveil my own plump mounds and fat nipples. Bailey watches me, but doesn’t move from her position on her hands and knees. I struggle out of my skirt until I am wearing only my stockings and panties. I rub my pussy through the lacy black.
“I’ll keep these on for now,” I declare. “You can take them off of me. When you’re ready to lick my pussy.”
“Oh my god,” moans Bailey, smiling nervously.
Alright, so the words coming out of my mouth aren’t exactly romantic. I’m drunk and horny as hell and thinking about all the things I want to do to this juicy teenage girl. And all the things she can do to me in return.
“But first I get to lick you,” I declare, smacking her ass with both hands.
“Sh-should I turn over?” asks Bailey.
“Oh no,” I say, lowering my face to that fat ass. “Just like this is perfect.”
“Don’t you need aaaAAAAH!”
Her question turns into a surprised cry of pleasure as I bury my face in the hot crevice of her teenage ass. I breathe in her scent, musky with her desire, and my tongue lashes the hot cove of her pussy. I gently part her sweet folds and run my tongue down to her clit. I lap at it and she whines with ecstasy. As I am licking her I squeeze her ass and crush it against my face, smothering myself even more.
Bailey rocks her hips, grinding against my face. I moan, using my hand on her clit as I lick my way up from her pussy to the hot valley of her ass. Her immaculate asshole clenches beneath my tongue and she lets out a surprised gasp.
“That’s the wrong one,” she moans.
“Oh, no, sweetie. This is the right one.”
I burrow my tongue into her hot clench, driving my tongue against her asshole as she cries out and almost tries to crawl away from me. I lock an arm around her ass, holding her against my face as I lick and tongue-fuck Bailey’s naughty little asshole. My fingers stay busy on her clit, ensuring that any discomfort she might feel about my tongue plundering her pucker will be offset by my fingers dancing on her teenage clit.
“Please,” moans Bailey. “Please, that’s my ass. Nobody has ever… oohhhh… oh my god. Your whole tongue is in my ass!”
“Nnnnnhnnnn,” I agree, thrusting my tongue in and out of her spit-lubed pucker.
“OOooOooohhh godddd!” cries Bailey, throwing her head back and surrendering to my tongue and fingers.
I feel her orgasm in the clench of her asshole against my tongue. I don’t let up until she begs for me to stop. Even then, it’s only a break to roll her onto her back and bury my face between her thighs. This time I introduce her to what it feels like to have your clit sucked. The poor girl is cumming almost
from the first suck. I don’t even need to use my fingers on her hot channel and she rewards me with a face full of her sweet girlcum, mostly on my chin. I clean her thighs with long licks as she trembles and tries to catch her breath.
I am starting to recover from all the drinking as I crawl onto the bed and share her sweet taste in a hot kiss. Bailey has that heavy-lidded look of a girl about to fall asleep from cumming too many times. My lust is at its peak, so I wake her up by pinching her nipple as we kiss. She cries against my lips and I pinch her other nipple, twisting lightly to drive the point home.
“Just when I think you’re nice,” she gasps. “You do something mean like that.”
“I am nice,” I purr. “But now it’s my turn. You don’t get to sleep yet.”
“W-what do you want me to do?” she asks, her shyness resurfacing as she realizes I want her to repay the pleasure.
“This may be your first time,” I say, slipping my fingers into her silky red hair, “but you know what feels good. Do that to me.”
I recline on the bed and spread my silky thighs. My pussy is bare and I see that hesitation in her eyes as she takes in the sight of my naked body from up close. I don’t want her to be paralyzed by lesbian virgin fears.
“Don’t think about it. Come and kiss me. Put your hand between my legs.”
She crawls over me, her huge tits rubbing against mine as her lips find mine. I let her set the pace with her tentative kiss, slowly opening like a flower to the morning, tongue delicately teasing mine. Her hand fumbles between my legs. She brushes her fingers over my hot mound and no doubt feels the slickness there. I’ve been pleasuring her for more than an hour and I desperately want some relief. I arch and thrust myself against her fingers.
“Rub my clit,” I hiss against her lips.
“Here?” She asks, rubbing nowhere near my clit.
I take my hand and move her fingers to the right place. How does the poor girl not know how to find a clitoris?
“Here,” I gasp as the pleasure presses against my bud.
She looks into my eyes, apparently studying my reaction as her fingers stroke my clit. I let out a little gasp of pleasure and she grins triumphantly.
“You’re so sexy,” she says. “I knew you were pretty, but you’re… you’re hot.”
“My tits aren’t anti-gravity like yours, sweetie,” I say, although they’re perky for my age. I lift them in my hands and run my thumbs over my hard nipples.
“Can I suck on them?” she asks.
“You don’t have to ask permission,” I say, pulling her head down to my chest. “Just suck them.”
At least something comes naturally to Bailey. Her soft lips trail hot kisses to my right breast and she runs her tongue over my already achingly erect nipple. She catches my plump bud in her mouth and sucks it. She opens her mouth wider, engulfing my entire areola and some of my surrounding breast, and suckles at me like she is trying to draw milk into her mouth.
“Ooooh, that’s good,” I moan, cradling her head against my breast. “Just like that.”
Her eyes meet mine as she sucks and slurps at my breast. I buck my hips to thrust against her fingers. Maybe it’s all the booze, maybe it’s the fun I have had with her, or maybe her titty-sucking is just so on point that I can’t stand it. The moment she moves her mouth to my left breast and repeats the process, I lose it.
“Ohhhhhhh fuck!” I gasp, thrusting hard against her fingers. “Oh fuck, I am cumming.”
“MMMMmmmm!” she cries, still sucking my breast in her mouth.
That sucking mouth heightens the pleasure that shudders through my body. I tremble and buck against Bailey and, to her credit, she holds tight to me, keeping her fingers strumming and sucking and moaning around my nipples. The intense spasms of my pleasure help wipe away the anger and hurt that had built inside me and in that moment, in this tender teenager’s embrace, I feel a sense of contentment.
“It doesn’t matter,” I gasp as I sink back onto the pillows.
My breast pops free of the suction of Bailey’s mouth and she looks at me with confusion.
“All the things that made me upset,” I say, finding it difficult to breathe amidst the aftershocks of my pleasure. “It’s… it’s okay.”
I can’t put it together much more clearly in my drunken state, but I feel a profound sense of contentment and peace. I beckon Bailey into my arms and pull her full weight atop me. I wrap my legs around her and kiss her, smiling and smacking our lips together before my instincts take over and we meet in a hot, wet kiss.
“I take it I did a good job,” she says between kisses.
“Oh, yes, you certainly did, but you still owe me your tongue, young lady.” I reach around her and squeeze her big ass with both hands. “Roll onto your back. I’m going to put it in your face so you can’t get away from it.”
To my surprise, she immediately does as I command, rolling onto her back and looking up at me with her big brown eyes. I straddle her face, leaning my shoulders back so I can look down and glimpse her eyes. Her breath is hot against my thighs. I lower my pussy onto her mouth and immediately she grabs my thighs and pulls me down more. The girl loves it and she seems to love being on the submissive side of things. She moans against my pussy and drives her tongue into my hot channel.
Bailey is not a great pussy eater, but she certainly isn’t shy and reluctant once my pussy is riding her face and my thighs are enclosing her head. She laps at my groove, crams her tongue deep into my channel, and brushes against my clit. I grab her head with both hands and grind against her, rubbing my pussy on her nose, tongue, and chin. I glaze her with my flowing juices.
“Mmmmm!” she cries from beneath me. Her grip tightens on my ass and she begins to suck on my juicy peach.
“That’s it,” I cry, riding her face. “Oh my god, suck it just like… just like that.”
The amazing thing about orgasms is how different each one can be. This one rises inside me, green and wet, like the shoot of a plant growing after a summer rain. The bud at the tip blossoms deep inside me into a velvet flower of bliss that sends its petals throughout my body. I shake and really smother poor Bailey. It feels too good for me to worry about whether or not she can breathe.
When I finally come down from my pleasure and realize I’ve been suffocating her, I roll off of Bailey’s face onto the bed.
“Ohhh god,” she gasps for air. “That was intense.”
“I was about to say that,” I moan, catching my breath as well. “Once you’ve caught your breath, we should—“
“Can’t wait,” she gasps, rolling atop me and kissing me with the passion of an addict. We both have to try to catch our breath between kisses. The soft weight of her body is comforting and I fill my hands with her big ass.
The sex goes on and on, long after the whiskey has left me. We trib, we 69, we fuck standing up in the shower with my fingers serving almost as a cock as I fuck her ass with them. We take a bath together. She eats my pussy while I watch in the mirror. I eat her ass while she bends over the bathroom counter, her fingers strumming on her own clit.
I think it’s almost three in the morning when I finally collapse beside her in the bed, her soft body molded against mine and my hand, even as I drift off to sleep, still fondling her breast.
I awake just after dawn and slip out of bed. Bailey is still snoring softly. I leave her a nice note and a little bit of cash “for gas” and thank her for everything. I’m about to leave for the motel office to have them call me a cab, when I turn back to the nightstand. Should I leave my number?
No. I shouldn’t leave it. I don’t really know Bailey or her life her in this nowhere town. And she doesn’t need the mess of my life infecting hers. We had a magic night together and that was enough.
It’s time for me to go home and be an adult.
Home
Tyler is on the phone in the kitchen when I walk in from the garage. He gives me an angry look that softens a little when he sees I am wearing the same
clothes I was wearing the day before.
“Where is she?” I ask, rubbing my aching head.
“Downstairs in the den with Hitomi and Victoria,” says Tyler. “Look, Lindsay…”
“Don’t say it,” I say, holding up my hand. “Not until I’ve had some Tylenol.”
He watches and waits as I stuff two tablets into my mouth and gulp them down with my iced coffee. I give him a slight nod indicating he can proceed with whatever he is going to say.
“I didn’t want this to happen, I had plans to tell you all about the wedding and everything, but I was afraid to talk to you about it.”
He scratches his head. He’s infuriatingly good looking still, handsome like he was when we were poor and in love. He hasn’t shaved in a couple days and the silver in his scruff betrays that he’s as middle aged as me.
“I know,” I sigh. “I haven’t made myself approachable. But you have to admit, this all qualifies as pretty fucked up. I mean, you raised her for most of her childhood and now… now…”
“We’re in love,” he says, cradling my cheek with his hand.
“You and I were in love too,” I say bitterly. I straighten up and say, “But I’m happy. For both of you. If you and Sofia really want to be together then it’s for the best.”
“Victoria and Brittany are going to live with us too,” he says. “It’s a… it’s a modern relationship.”
“Very modern,” I say with a shake of my head. “I have no room to talk.”
“Hitomi and Melora are lovely girls,” says Tyler.
“Melora doesn’t live here. She, uh, works here.”
“Right,” says Tyler and he gives me a smile that says the he knows me too well. “So where have you been, Lindsay?”
“Getting my head straight. Don’t begrudge me that.”
“I won’t, but Sofia was pretty hurt that you disappeared. You should go down there and talk to her. If she’s feeling up for it.”
Just as I’m heading downstairs, Hitomi and Victoria are heading up. Victoria stops on the stairs and gives me a dirty look. She has a right to be mad at me. And I have a right to ignore her anger. I brush past her and down into the dimmed lights of the basement den.
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