CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tristan
What we’d done was so wrong and yet so amazing. Had I been concerned about Daisy’s physical state? Hell yeah, I’d just taken both her cherries the night before and wanted to make sure she was good to go, that she wasn’t too sore or stretched out, wiped out from my big dick.
But the little slut was a whore beyond my wildest imagination. No panties huh? Her little librarian get-up had been a costume at best, she’d been buttfucking naked underneath that plaid skirt, cunt pulsing, dripping for me as we toured the campus.
And the minute I saw it, I knew it was going to be more than a little petting and stroking. Because, yeah that had been my original plan. I was going take off her panties, give her a couple kisses on her clit, maybe run my tongue along her folds a bit, massage her pucker to make sure the little girl wasn’t hurting too bad.
But when her skirt rode up revealing that naked, pulsing snatch, my good intentions went flying out the window. Shit, my cock went from rubber to steel in two seconds flat, I was ready to drill, baby, drill, make her take it even though she’d been a virgin just twenty-four hours ago, her body new to the acrobatics, new to the penetration, the utter possession of a man.
So I’d stuck my fingers up her twat, pushed my tongue into her butt, forced her to come, forced her to give it up, and the little girl had lost it. The brunette moaned and twisted in my arms, her white cheeks up in the air, shaking, trembling, as she grunted beneath me, pussy creaming, that anus so violated. But the little girl was still new to the game and the sensations overwhelmed her. The orgasm had been so fast, so strong, that Daisy blacked out momentarily, her eyes growing hazy, lids falling closed, screams cut off mid-wail as her body literally gave it all up.
Oh shit, oh shit. The orgasm had been so powerful that Daisy had passed out. And despite my initial worry, soon I was overcome with pride. It sounds fucked-up, I know, but I was so fucking proud that I’d just made a woman come so hard that she lost it completely. And so with gentle arms, I lowered that prone form to the ground, careful with my precious package. How good Daisy looked, nubile, vulnerable, the mess of her pussy, her labia marked by my kisses, my bites, juices smeared on her inner thighs. I licked at her cunt lips again, tasting that cream, before sitting back on my knees, ready to wait as long as needed.
But fortunately, Daisy wasn’t out more than a minute or two. Even though her breathing was rapid, unsteady still, her eyes began blinking blearily as I unzipped my pants. That’s right. No rest for the weary. Because there was no way I was walking out of here without releasing. Maybe I wouldn’t be staking that asshole again, but this man-cream was coming out and it was going to be in that nubile body somewhere.
So as her eyes fluttered open, my dong popped out, hitting the brunette slightly in the chin, bouncing off her cheeks.
“Tristan?” she murmured slightly. “What happened?”
“You passed out honey,” I growled as I stroked her hair. “It was so good that you passed out.”
Her eyes flicked wide for a moment.
“I did, didn’t I?” she gasped. “Is everything okay? Did anyone notice?” she gasped, twisting around on the ground. And I just chuckled deeply, caressing her hair, her cheek again.
“Naw, no one noticed honey, we’re still in the Labyrinth. This part of the stacks is called the Maze for a reason, and students have been using it to get off for twenty years. Glad it still serves its purpose,” I ground out, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on her lips. “But Daddy’s gotta come now, baby. It’s time for Baby to make Mr. Marks release, tit for tat.”
And the brunette nodded slowly.
“I get it Daddy,” she said softly. “Of course I want to make you come. Do you want my pussy? Or my ass again?” she mewled softly, eyes flying open, breath quickening.
“No baby, I’m putting it into you somewhere different this time … your mouth,” I amended, probing her lips with my dickhead. And like a good little girl, those plush pink lips opened automatically, lips stretching wide to take my glans, suck lightly on the head.
“Oh mmm, Mr. Marks, tastes good,” she said as her tongue slipped out to swipe at my slit, scooping a little pre-cum, smacking a bit as she savored the taste. “Slightly salty, slightly sweet,” she giggled.
And I was so fucking aroused now that I was like a monster, ready to devour. Drawing on every ounce of my self-control, I let my dick probe gently at her lips, resisting the urge to fuck in, thrust like the asshole I was.
“Baby,” I rasped harshly. “You think you can suck? Like really suck?”
And the little girl nodded, her mouth opening again.
“I’ll try Daddy, I’ll try,” and those lips spread so that that she was tasting my cap, the pink fleshy helmet disappearing into her mouth, cheeks puffing up as my meat filled her. I nudged my hips forward a bit more, forcing more of the shaft into her mouth and she sputtered slightly, eyes flying open, looking at me beseechingly even as my cock pressed further down her throat.
But I knew exactly what would loosen her up. Rotating myself so that my dick never left her mouth, I bent forward and hitched her legs up, sliding her hips forward so that my hot breath steamed on her cunt.
“Relax, baby, relax,” I ground out. “Daddy’s gonna give you the good sixty-nine,” and with that, ran my tongue along the lips of her kitty again, sucking the cream, losing myself in the nectar once more.
And that did it.
“Mmmph!” came a muffled wail from Daisy, my dick in her mouth making it impossible to talk. “Mmmph! Mmph!” she squealed as I tasted that beautiful twat, burrowing my tongue into her hole as I lapped at the walls of her sweet flesh. And like magic, her mouth began to open, jaw loosening as my pole buried itself deeper into her throat, making its way down her esophagus, the massive dong sliding deep.
And her pussy, fuck, it was pure heaven. The brunette was so wet that her folds glistened and without any warning, she creamed on my tongue, a gush of juice shooting out to bathe me in her essence, that sweet female ambrosia. My cock jerked to heaven after that. Balls high and tight, I began releasing, lashes of sperm erupting into her mouth, shooting straight into the depths of her stomach, pulsing, heaving, the virile jism hot and so tasty.
“Mmmph!” was the brunette’s only cry as she heaved and gasped below me, “Mmmph!”
But her cunt shook still, vibrations rumbling against my mouth as another rush of kitty juice streamed out. I drank it all up, letting it slide down my throat, the feel and taste of pure Daisy heady, enticing, and so fucking arousing.
“Let it go, little girl, let it go,” I murmured into her folds as they spasmed and pulsed around me. And when we were both spent, releasing our mutual juices into each other’s mouths, we finally broke off contact. I lifted my face from her snatch and sat up slowly, pulling my dong from her mouth inch by inch. Fuck, it looked good. I was semi-hard still, the shaft glossy and wet as it reappeared between her pink lips, saliva trailing from the corners of her mouth, eyes wide, breathing heavily through her nose as she gazed at me.
And when it was finally out, the girl coughed, hacking a bit, her throat raspy, sore.
“Mr. Marks,” she wheezed. I kissed her slowly then, helping her regain her breath, rubbing her back, even letting my fingers trail against the little snatch a bit to help her over the hump. “Did I do good?” she asked breathily. “Did I do good?”
And I paused momentarily, staring deep in her eyes.
“Little girl,” I said seriously, my blue eyes seizing her caramel ones. “You were better than good – you were the best I’ve ever had.”