Chapter 8
Vincent quickly got Mel undressed. He peeled off her clothes and threw them onto a nearby chair. When he had her naked, his hands skimmed over her breasts and dipped between her legs. He gently pushed against the insides of her thighs. Mel eagerly opened up for him.
His fingertips grazed her mound before they slipped between the soft lips of her cunt. He opened her snatch, his arms pressing aggressively against her legs. His head lowered, a breathy sigh escaping his lips as he buried his face in her cooze.
The touch of Vincent's moist mouth on her parted pussy made Mel cry out. Her muscles tensed, and her body refused to let her lie limply beneath him. Each time his tongue slipped into her cunt or over her sensitive labia, she shuddered and twisted around the stimulation.
She was so horny that her orgasm was instantly sparked to life. Heat welled up in her innermost depths, and her eyes slowly closed.
Her clit was hard long before Vincent introduced his mouth to her twat, but now it throbbed madly as he brushed against it with various parts of his face. Her tiny prong produced a huge amount of sensation, and she writhed each time it was touched.
Moaning beneath his tongue's manipulations, Mel struggled to contain her climax. It was rising too quickly, threatening to erupt far too soon for maximum enjoyment. She had done it again. She had gone too long between sexual sessions. And yet, the sensations seemed more intense than ever before. Maybe placing time between orgasms was a good thing after all.
Her eyes popped open when Vincent pulled out of her crotch. He got up and reached down for her hands. He pulled her to her feet and led her over to the big desk which dominated his office. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge, with her legs dangling over the side. "Lay back," he gently ordered.
Mel lay across the desk, her legs hanging on each side of Vincent's desk chair. He sat down and moved the chair directly in front of her cunt.
She looked up at the ceiling and let her mind drift while Vincent's fingers returned to her pussy. He explored her crotch as she had earlier explored his.
She heard the squeak of the chair's casters as he rolled himself in closer. His hands rested on each inner thigh and spread her open as far as he could. Staring between her shapely legs, he lowered his mouth to her cunt a second time. All the pretty pink flesh of her pussy was exposed to his mouth and tongue.
Vincent licked her cunt, pressing firmly, up one side and down the other. He paid particular attention to her swollen and semi-rigid clit. He remembered how nicely she reacted when he toyed with her little erection, and he wanted her to feel that pleasure again.
When his lips made contact with her blood-filled clit, she groaned loudly and squirmed beneath his mouth. "Oh, that feels good. Suck it, Vincent. Suck my little clitty."
He gladly granted her request. His lips slowly skimmed down the hot flesh of her clit, and his tongue circled around its slender circumference when it was totally within his mouth.
Mel gasped and tried to close her legs. But Vincent held her open, his nose buried in her flesh, his chin pressed firmly into her valley, her clit throbbing madly inside his hot, wet mouth. She would have gone completely limp under the ecstasy swamping her body, but her orgasm churned so violently inside her that every muscle in her body tightened dramatically.
Vincent somehow sensed she was close to cumming and leaned back for a moment. He left his hands on her thighs, but otherwise didn't touch her. He gazed into the shimmering dampness of her cunt and waited for her body to calm itself. At least to the point where he could return without risking immediate climax.
When he felt she was ready to be stimulated again, he reached into her valley with his fingers. He slowly rubbed over her inviting hole before probing inside her pussy. He must have found a special little spot, because Mel quickly went wild on him again.
With his finger hooked inside her cunt, reaching upward to the ceiling of her snatch, he brushed his fingertip over the firm area that seemed to create such a startling reaction. Mel's entire body shook around his slowly moving finger.
It was obvious to Vincent that Mel was going to have her orgasm no matter what he did. He decided not to prolong the inevitable and began to pump his finger in and out of her excited cooze.
Mel twisted and turned atop the desk. Her hands flattened onto the glass surface, and she didn't even try to stifle the deep groans escaping her lips.
When he sensed she was just about to cum, Vincent popped his finger out of her pussy and placed his mouth at her fevered hole. It was only seconds before Mel rewarded him with her climax.
He tasted Mel's searing juices and felt the rhythmic pulsing of the muscles in her cunt. He drank voraciously from her gushing spring. His tongue tried to stay dipped into her flowing hole, but that was hard with the way she was flopping around.
Her cries were high-pitched and loud as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy dumped out delicious cum and Vincent lapped it up.
When her climax slowed in intensity, he sucked at her hole. Then he blew along her open valley to keep her stimulated. When she stopped spewing her fluids altogether, he stuck his tongue far into her entrance and swirled it inside her heated snatch. He touched as much of her interior flesh as his tongue could reach, and Mel seemed to enjoy his efforts.
Vincent pushed deeply with his tongue, delicately yet firmly, and Mel was a wild woman. The spasms that passed through her body were strong, shaking her violently and wonderfully. She struggled to get up on her elbows. She looked down at Vincent, his face pressed into her snatch, and heard the wet, sopping sounds as he licked her out and sucked at her juices.
Vincent's eyes were closed as he held her hips tightly in his hands and pushed his face deeply into her gash. His tongue snaked far into Mel's cunt and rubbed her tender tissues.
Her orgasm was lengthy due to her abstinence, her excitement over her successful day and her lowered inhibitions, not to mention the expertise of Vincent's mouth and tongue. She felt a special kind of comfort with him, but during sex, she found him to be a devastating charmer.
Luckily for her sanity, Vincent stopped working her pussy at the very moment she was sure she was about to lose her mind. He didn't move his mouth away from her cunt, but he did stop eating her out.
When Vincent finally pulled away from her snatch, he said, "I thought we weren't in any hurry."
"Some things just can't be helped," Mel said innocently.
Vincent pushed the chair back and stood up. He proudly displayed a fresh erection, his hand grabbing his shaft and waving his dick at her twat.
"I'm so fucking hot," he said excitedly. "I've got to pop another load. Think you're ready to take my cock in your pussy again?"
Mel nodded her head briskly, saying, "Yes, but I don't know if I can cum again so soon. I'd like to try."
She lay back down on the desk, her legs spread wide, her hands reaching into her crotch to fully open her cunt for his staunch and sturdy erection.
Vincent didn't need any further encouragement. He stepped closer, lifted her hands away from her twat, and laid his hard rod on top of her wet cooze. His hand slipped back to his base, then guided his cockhead directly into her cunt. Because her slit was so wet with saliva, cum and other secretions, his cockhead slipped right into her box.
In spite of saying they were in no hurry, he pushed ahead, sinking his dick deeply into her snatch. Both of them felt the delightfully heavy warmth of his cock as it burrowed into her still spasming cunt.
Both of them were hot, turned on, and anxious to cum again. When Vincent began to pump his prick in and out of her gripping twat, he knew it would take only a few strokes before he'd be ready to blast another sizeable load.
But he tried not to think about that as his boner glided through her accepting entrance. Her hole deliciously squeezed around his girth, and he guided his dick into her cunt until his balls met her butt on each inward drive. He kept the pace slow, fearful that speed of any magnitude would instantly produce his climax.
Her pussy felt even better than the first time he had fucked her. Her young muscles were extremely strong and gripped his cock like an iron vise. It was almost difficult to drive his dick beyond her clamping ring. But not impossible.
His hips pushed hard, and his cock sank into her moist interior. His bushy pubes flattened against her crotch, his thumping prick deeply inside her hugging cunt. His nuts wobbled beneath him as he stopped to enjoy the pleasures of her pussy wrapped around his pulsing girth.
But he couldn't stay idle. His body's demands forced him into action. He leaned over to taste her titties as his pelvis started pumping his cock through her tight opening. His lips clamped around one nipple as his cockhead slid between the stimulating walls of her cunt.
His tongue batted her little nipple until it was fiery hot and hard as a rock. Then he moved onto her other breast, licking, sucking and working her other nipple into equal firmness. All the while, his hips plowed his cock in and out of her juicy snatch.
Mel loved the erotic sensations his tongue was producing in her tits. But even more, she loved the excitement his thrusting cock was producing in her pussy. She thought she felt the stirrings of another orgasm, but couldn't be sure. There were so many wonderful sensations bombarding her body that she didn't know if some of them were from a building climax or not.
She didn't try to sort it out. She lay back and let Vincent fuck her. His cock was too divine not to be enjoyed to the fullest.
Vincent gradually picked up speed. Mel rocked beneath his gentle drives, loving every second of his cock in her cunt.
Vincent tried to fuck her slowly, he really did, but lust seemed to take over. If he couldn't control the pace of his fuck, at least he could keep it from being harmful to her tender flesh. He kept his thrusts straight into her cunt, opting not to rock his hips. He'd save that pleasure for another time, another time when she was more accustomed to being fucked.
And he had plenty enough pleasure to handle with just the movements he was employing at the moment. His dick sizzled inside her, his cum burning its way up the tiny tube in the center of his cock. It wouldn't be long before his climax would explode.
He lifted off her tit to catch his breath. His hands took the place of his mouth, gently squeezing and massaging her small breasts.
"I'm almost there," he suddenly announced. "Get ready. I'm going to cum!"
Mel wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to do to "get ready," so she pumped her hips against him to make sure this wasn't some false alarm.
His cock pumped deeply into her pussy as his load gathered just below his streaking cockhead. Vincent was groaning, straining, and struggling to reach climax, the sounds erupting from his throat odd. Then they changed into mere heavy breathing.
While Mel had been heaving her pelvis up to meet each of Vincent's downward thrusts, she put more power behind her as she watched him fight for release. When he withdrew a little, she lowered herself in perfect rhythm to create the maximum amount of friction on his cock.
That seemed to do the trick. With the first blast of his orgasm, Mel dropped her hips to the desk and lay still. She relied on Vincent's movements to continue what she had begun.
With the realization of his climax, Vincent heaved a deep sigh and kept his hips pumping his dick into her cunt. Each blast of hot cum was a welcome relief to his system. His pleasure soared.
The twitching and churning, jerking and thudding of his cock against her pussy's walls caused a similar response in her. There was a twitching and churning deep inside her. She felt a jerking and thudding in her crotch. With his heated spunk blasting inside her twat, she couldn't be sure she was sending her own fluids down to meet his, but she thought so.
If she was indeed having an orgasm, it was nowhere near what she was used to. What she was experiencing was hardly a dynamic blast of inner liquids. Rather, she felt an oozing in the back of her box. It was pleasant, but not what she'd label a climax. Then again, it could have just been Vincent's cream covering her inner flesh.
Whatever was going on in her box, Mel was enjoying it tremendously. She stopped thinking about what her body might be doing and savored the feelings produced by his spurting erection. The sensations produced by his erupting cock were like no other.
Vincent, at last, pasted his damp chest to Mel's, his feet on the floor, his entire body limp on top of her. After a moment's recovery, he planted his hands on each side of her body, raised himself onto his arms, and gave her a deep, loving kiss.
Each had been satisfied and each was content.
When their lips separated, Mel said, "That was wonderful!" She looked at him with a huge smile. "I feel so good with you."
He cuddled her close and kissed her on the tip of the nose. "I feel good with you, too. You're not like anyone I've ever been with."
They were quiet for a while, each of them alone with their private thoughts. After a few minutes, Vincent said, "It's late. Guess we should clean up a little and get you home."
It had been early evening when they began their lovemaking, but now it was dark. Time passed quickly when she was with Vincent.