Holy fuck, she had a pretty pussy.
Working with instinct more than anything, Justin leaned forward and dragged his tongue gently from her hole to her clit, and received a moan in return, a clue that he was doing well for his first time. She tasted divine; urged on by her flavor and the song of her moans, he delved a little deeper into her sweet, creamy pussy, his tongue fucking her hole before swiping upwards to circle her clit. She was pushing her hips against his face now, grinding her pussy against his tongue as she throat-fucked herself with his cock. With a quick, deep breath, he buried his face against her cunt, lapping at her juices with increasing excitement as she took his dick even deeper into her mouth. His cock twitched on her tongue as he sucked gently on her clit, and the pleasure only drove him to lick deeper, his mind spinning with lust and hunger.
Then he pulled away and hissed as a sharp pain lanced through his shaft, like lightning striking the base of his cock. He looked up to see that she had pulled him out of her mouth, her hand sitting under his balls and her fingers wrapped around to stab her manicured nails into the base of him. “Use your fingers, too,” she ordered. “I want both.”
“But… I don’t know how -” She dug her nails in deeper, and he yelped. “Fuck! Fine…”
One arm wrapping around her thigh, he slid his other hand up her leg to spread her pussy lips a little, opening her up for him before pushing two fingers into her. She moaned again, louder this time – was she already close?
He’d heard guys his age talking about what to do, so he at least had some idea of how to make her cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, drawing her clit between his lips again and flicking it with his tongue as his fingers worked inside of her. She was definitely louder now, her moans reminiscent of his favorite porn videos. She was writhing underneath his touch, her grip on his dick tightening as she squirmed. Her nails were stabbing painfully into his balls now, and he hoped that he could make her cum soon so that she would let up. But then… what was the worst that could happen? He was harder than he’d ever been before, his dick throbbing and his body quaking as he licked at her pussy. Would his balls burst if she grabbed them too hard? Somehow, the thought of her rupturing his oh-so-vulnerable manhood made him shiver with ecstasy.
As if she could sense what he was thinking, her hand grabbed even tighter, her hips bucking up against his face. He did his best to steady himself, his fingers curling inside her and his tongue flattening against her clit to rub up and down over it as fast as he possibly could. She screamed in pleasure, her free hand flying to his shaft to grip it tightly as her nails speared his balls. He groaned loudly in agony as his stomach lurched, and he tried to pull away to breath, but her legs wrapped quickly around his head, and suddenly he was trapped between her thighs for the entire duration of her powerful orgasm. He had no choice but to continue licking and sucking and fingering, delirious with pain as his poor sack nearly burst. In the midst of the whirlwind, he suddenly felt every one of his nerves dissolving at the ends, fizzling into nothing but pulsing light as his cock suddenly splattered her naked chest with hot, sticky cum. His vision faltered for a moment in the blur of pain and pleasure, and he was sure he blacked out, only regaining consciousness when she finally unlatched her legs from behind his neck and allowed him to breathe.
For a moment, he just stared at her, his lungs whining with every shaky breath. She looked so damn pleased with herself, her pussy dripping in front of him with the same juices that coated his face. She was gasping, a grin stretching across her rosy lips, and as she sat up, the world still seemed to move in slow motion around Justin. He had never had an orgasm that strong, and had never felt that much pain in one sitting.
“We should get cleaned up,” Celeste said, her voice sounding ever-distant. “You made a fucking mess of me.”
Justin nodded, still dazed and drunk on her, his cock pulsing with heat as she tossed it onto the bed beside her like it was just another dildo.
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“A weekend in a cabin? In the woods?”
“A cottage,” Celeste corrected Justin, nudging him playfully. “Don’t make it sound so creepy. It’s not some scary movie plot, it’s just a vacation.” She swept her hair over her shoulder as she sat back in her seat, grabbing her coffee with sleeve-covered hands and sipping from the forest-green straw. “And it’s gonna be the entire semester break, not just a weekend. Come on, you know you want to,” she added with a giggle, nudging him again, this time with her foot under the table.
Justin sighed, contemplating the offer. Just yesterday, she’d had him on his knees in front of her, almost blacked out from pain and pleasure, and had officially named him her boyfriend after that. Now they were sitting in a coffee shop after their final day of school, discussing plans for the next two weeks off from school.
Celeste’s best friend, Megan, came from money, and Megan’s mother apparently owned a very nice, homely little cottage in the forest roughly thirty miles away. He’d seen pictures – the lovely oak structure was planted right beside a beautiful lake that would most likely be frozen over in this weather, the forest itself probably dusted with snow like the rest of their town. According to Celeste, it was equipped with a lovely fireplace and enough entertainment to occupy them for the majority of their winter break.
Despite how nice the vacation sounded, there was a strange glint in Celeste’s eye that told him she had something in mind other than the little woodland getaway. Knowing her, he was sure she’d find some way to fool around with him and his severed cock. He knew being tucked away from the public for two whole weeks would be all too tempting for her, but with Megan there, how much did she think she could get away with? Still, he was curious. Intrigued. Their little escapades had been fun so far, despite the occasional agonizing pain, so what was wrong with a vacation?
Fuck it.
“Fine,” he said with a smile, “but only because I’ve never been to a cabin in the woods.”
“Cottage in the forest.”
“Those are literally synonyms.”
“Yeah, but stop calling it a cabin in the woods, it’s so creepy!”
“Whatever, you’re just being prissy,” he laughed. “Fucking cottage-elf-princess.”
Celeste giggled and raised an eyebrow at him. “I should make you chop wood for that.” She leaned forward, her newly-white-and-silver nails glittering in the light filtering through the frosted windows. They looked so soft and delicate, and he smiled at her as she placed her hand over his, shivering at the contact. No matter what, he was sure this trip would be fun.
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The vacation itself was bound to be fun. Two weeks in a rather nice-looking cottage with a gentle blanket of crystalline white snow surrounding them as it sprinkled down from the plush gray clouds. Entertainment and food were already taken care of, nothing wrong there.