Smooth Operator

She offered a hand, and he used it to steady himself as he lurched to his feet. She sought his lips, kissed him hard, and then said, "Lick my bald little pussy."

Jamie moved to the edge of the counter, hopped up, and leaned back, spreading her legs wide. Though the angle was awkward, he bent into the V of her legs. The scent of her arousal mingled with faint hints of the shaving foam, summoning up vivid images of watching her shave. When he kissed the smooth creases of her thighs, he could taste a slight tang of the shaving cream as well.

"Please," she begged, settling her hands on the back of his head and pulling him to her pussy.

He wiggled his tongue between her crinkled folds, and moaned from the taste of her on his tongue. It was yet another wonderful change from her sister. Sheila had never wanted to do anything unless they were in the bed. Eating Jamie in the bathroom was an exciting change he hadn't experienced in the months he'd been dating her sister.

"Does my pussy taste good?"

"Uh huh," he grunted, while still lapping up her nectar.

"Shaved all smooth for you. Just for you. Lick it. Make me come all over your face."

His weakness evaporated as he tongued her, but the lightheadedness remained. Though they looked much the same, Jamie's pussy tasted so much sweeter than her sister's. Her folds felt different beneath his tongue. Her whimpers and moans were higher pitched — louder. Intoxicated by it all, he devoured her.

"Yes. Oh my god," she whimpered. "So good. Just like that. Lick it. Lick my pussy. Faster. Fuck!"

Jason lapped, probed, sucked her labia, tickled her clit, and lifted her hood to assault the naked pleasure button. Her fingers knitted into her hair, and pressed down harder. Her sounds of pleasure grew even louder.

"Do it. Lick my pussy. All naked for you. Make me come. Do it. Fucking eat me. Make me come. Make me fucking come," she cried.

He went after her clit with increased vigor, and she squealed, the sound filling the small room.

"Oh my god. So good. Licking my pussy so good." She growled when he sucked her clit hard, tickling it with his tongue. "Right there. Right there. Fuck! Yes!"

Jason sucked harder, drawing her folds into his lips as well. He shook his head back and forth like a dog with a chew toy, and she screamed. Her exclamations grew incoherent, and nearly ear-piercing in both pitch and volume. She slipped precariously close to the edge as she writhed, so he grabbed her legs and draped them over his shoulders.

He heard the beginning of a pained-sounding wail before her thighs clamped around his ears and her nails dug into his scalp.

Jamie bucked and thrashed, wrenching his neck this way and that in the throes of her orgasm. Though he gamely chased her pussy, he was barely able to get in a quick lap or two before another buck of her hips bounced him away. Bottles tumbled off the counter to the floor, knocked down by a flailing hand that she was trying to balance with.

She pushed on his head with climax-fueled strength, and he relented. His back was beginning to ache, and the edge of the counter was biting into his palms. A weepy whimper escaped her when he pulled away. She slipped almost immediately, and he caught her weight on the legs still draped over his shoulders. With some difficulty, he managed to push her safely back up onto the counter.

Jamie latched onto the sink faucet in a white-knuckled grip, still gasping and yelping from her orgasm. Ever so slowly, she settled down from her peak, and leaned against the wall, panting for breath.

Jason stood in front of her, wearing a wide, almost smug grin as he watched her twitch and quiver through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Oh my... Fucking god," she groaned just before her eyelids fluttered open. She chuckled and her shoulders slumped.

He licked his lips and admired her afterglow. He was somewhat shocked to feel an uncomfortable tightening between his legs as fresh blood filled his sensitive member.

That process hastened when she beckoned him with a crooked finger. Their kiss was brief and broken by her gasps. Then she started lapping her pussy juice from his face. Sheila would barely kiss him after he'd gone down on her, let alone purposely taste her own pussy. Though it felt numb, he'd risen to half mast by the time she finished with a deeply satisfied moan.

Spurred on by her, he asked, "Does your pussy taste good?"

"Mmm hmm. You like me licking all my pussy juice off your face?"

"Oh yeah."

She kissed him again, and one of her hands slipped between his legs. She made a surprised little sound upon finding him half hard.

"I guess you did like it," she said while teasing him with her fingertips. She pushed him back with her other hand, and slipped off the counter. She dropped to her knees as soon as her feet hit the floor.

Jason looked down at her, again incredibly turned on by her kneeling to tongue his cock. She looked up into his eyes, letting her tongue glide over his hardening member.

"Make it hard for me," she said and gave him another long lick. "I want you to fuck me and come inside me."

"You're on birth control, right?" he asked, and then groaned when she gave the swelling head a suck.

"Uh huh. You want to slide that big cock in my tight little, freshly shaven pussy don't you?"

"God, yeah."

"You want to fuck me hard, and make me come all over your cock, then explode inside me?"

Almost fully hard, he answered, "Yes."

"Fill me full of hot cum?"

"Fuck yes."

She stopped tonguing and gave him one long, slow, deep suck. She croaked around him when he hit her throat, and then pulled back quickly, trailing strands of saliva and a dribble that ended up hanging off her chin.

After a swallow, she looked up at him with wide eyes and said, "Then do it."

Jamie stood up and quickly turned around. She put her hands on the counter and bent over. His cock nestled nicely in the crack of her ass as she pushed him backward until she was fully bent in front of him.

The mirror provided an incredible view of her face and tits. A glance down let him admire her ass as he stroked it with his hands.

Their eyes locked in the mirror and she said, "Give it to me."

He wriggled the head of his cock between her folds, which were still slippery from his tongue and her wetness, and poised himself at the entrance of her canal.

"Give it to me. I need that cock inside me."

They both groaned as he penetrated her. He had the added pleasure of watching her eyes widen, and then pinch close as he sank into her.

It had been forever since he'd been naked inside a pussy, and Jamie's was incredible. She was wonderfully tight, and silky smooth inside. Having already reached orgasm on his tongue not long before, she was opened up enough for him to nearly bury his cock on the first thrust.

She moaned as he withdrew, and then yelped when he thrust back inside her again.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good," she said in a tight, high-pitched voice as he rocked his hips in a slow rhythm.

"You're so fucking tight, and wet."

"Mmm hmm. It feels so much better than my bitch sister's, doesn't it? No condom, so you can feel how wet I am."

Though he did feel a brief flash of guilt for cheating on Sheila when her sister mentioned it, it couldn't compete with how good she felt, or the truth of her words.

"Yes. Fucking incredible," he answered.

"Do it. Fuck me."

Jason watched her in the mirror, loving the changes in her expression whenever he filled her full of cock. He glanced down for a moment, and the sight of his dick completely covered in her wetness was just as exciting. He put a hand on her shoulders and pushed down, prompting her to drop down on her elbows. She cried out when he hit her even deeper. He growled from being able to see his cock vanishing inside her, in the slightly altered position.

"Yes. Fuck me like your dirty little whore," she exclaimed.

He kicked up the pace, slamming into her depths for a few seconds. In the mirror, her eyes widened, and a flush began to spread through her face. He finished with a final, hard thrust, and held himself buried inside her. She sucked in a great gasp and looked at him in the mirror with wide eyes.

He relaxed, letting the tip slide out of her deepest depths, and decided to try something he'd always wanted to give a shot. He grabbed her leg behind the knee, and began to lift it. Jamie let out a surprised — but delighted — moan, and helped him along. She straightened when he slipped an arm around her chest, just below her breasts, and then she planted her foot on the counter.

Jason looked over her shoulder so he could see her in the mirror, and then filled his hand with her breast. The other hand he moved to her clit — finding the access easy and comfortable. Thrusting up into her was a little more awkward, but he managed.

Her gaze fixed on his, and the corners of her wide-open mouth turned up into a smile convincingly suggested she was enjoying it.

"Pinch my nipple," she demanded. When he did, she immediately followed up with, "Harder."

She yelped as he squeezed the erect bud hard, and the fingers between her legs thrummed over her clit. The flush in her face deepened. Her whimpers grew louder.

"Come for me," he growled into her ear.

"God yes," she cried in response.

The sight was exquisite. Her quivering breasts, tight, flushed features, and the sight of his cock thrusting up into her drove him to greater efforts. Her head began to dip forward, and then rapidly lash back up. As incredible as it was, he had to lift up onto the balls of his feet, and the position was taking its toll.

When his thrusts slowed, she once again trapped his gaze in hers in the mirror. "I'm getting so close. Take me. Fuck me hard," she demanded.

They moved in perfect, unspoken coordination. Jason released her leg, and she dropped it back to the floor. His cock slipped out of her in the process, but he would remedy that soon enough. She bent over, leaning on one elbow, and he stabbed his cock back into her saturated pussy, drawing a scream from her.

Then they both reached for her clit at the same time.

"Just fuck me. Fuck me hard," she said as her fingers flashed over her bud.

Jason dug his fingers into her hips and did just that. He pulled back on her hips ever time he thrust, driving into her balls deep. Their bodies collided with loud smacks, sending ripples through her tight ass. Her breasts jiggled forward and back as he rocked her body.

"So close. Don't stop," she cried in explosive bursts. "Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meee!"

Her words trailed off into a squeal, followed by yelps every time his cock dove into her deepest recesses. His grunts of exertion joined the symphony, slowly gaining a growling quality as he fought against his own rising pleasure.

Suddenly, her cries jumped an octave in pitch, and he saw her face tight with beautiful agony. Her muscles contracted, and not a sound passed her lips for a few hard thrusts. Then she screeched in release.

A loud, barking growl escaped him as her walls constricted around him. She wailed and screamed — the hand that had previously been between her legs holding on to the edge of the counter in a death grip. The other was curled around the edge of the sink.

"Coming for me?" he grunted.

"Y-y-y-yesss!" she screamed.

He kept the pressure on, driving her climax to new heights, and rushing toward his own. Then a sudden lurch of her hips caused him to slip free, and jam his cock into the crack of her ass. He released her hip with his right hand and grabbed his erection, planning to slide back inside her, but her hand, which had previously gripped the counter, found a new home protecting her climaxing pussy.

She breathed hard, her body regularly shaken by quakes. He gave up on getting back inside her, and instead squeezed her ass, which drew out an even stronger spasm and a pitiful whimper.

Her trembles faded into shivers and her whimpers quieted, until at last she muttered, "Oh my fucking god." The words were distorted by her cheek resting on the counter, and he chuckled.

She slid an arm under her head a few seconds later, and moaned while looking at him in the mirror. When she saw he was still hard and throbbing, she moaned again.

He settled in behind her, and let his bobbing erection tap her ass. "Ready for more?"

She groaned and said, "Give me just another second," while a shiver rippled through her. "Ohh, you made me come so hard. Were you close?"

"Sort of," he answered, keeping his cock pressed against her.

She chuckled. "Sorry."

"It's cool."

"But I want it. I want to feel you come deep inside me." She rested her forehead on the counter, freeing her to put her arms behind her back. She brought her wrists almost together and said, "Give it to me. Give me what my bitch sister won't let you give her. Fuck me and fill my pussy up."

Though he'd never done it before, he'd seen enough porn to know what she wanted. She grunted as his cock slid back inside her. Then he grabbed her wrists and pulled.

She lifted up from the counter, hovering over it in his grip, and said, "Give it to me."

He started slowly, finding a rhythm, because he didn't want to slip out of her and have to let go of her wrists. It was too exciting being in control after so long abiding by Sheila's less than adventurous lovemaking.

"Do it. Take me. Use my slutty pussy. Fill me with cum," she encouraged him in a voice that was half pleading, half demanding.

Confident that he wasn't going to slip out of her, he picked up the pace. The hot itch in his cock, which had faded while he watched her climax, quickly reasserted itself.

"Yes. Do it. Fuck me. Come in me. I want it. Give it to me," she continued, her voice cracking as he increased the power of his thrusts.

"You want it?" he growled.

"Yes! Come! Come in my pussy!"

Once again the slaps of colliding flesh echoed back from the nearby walls. Her breasts bounced erratically, forward and back, side to side, and even clapping together. Her hair danced and her ass jiggled from the shock of his thrusts. Though his climax was building, it wasn't doing so as quickly as he expected. Having blasted her face so recently, he was numb enough to have an extra measure of stamina.

"Oh! Oh! Fill me up! Come in me!" Jamie cried.

He was past words. The torturously slow approach of his climax had him slamming into her like an animal, and making sounds to match.

Jamie screamed, her voice warbling from him ravaging her body, "Oh! Ah! Oh! P-please. Come in... C-come... Ohmigod!"

Jason growled and snarled, teetering on the cusp, until he at last felt that sweet second of complete numbness, followed by a crash of intense sensation. He roared like a lion as he blasted cum inside her.

She screamed a second later as she came with him.

Holding tight onto her wrists, he bucked his hips, rocking her forward, and emptied every drop of cum he had into her clenched canal. Jamie wailed and whimpered from her own orgasm. It was so intense that he was barely cognizant of how he ended up bent over her, with his head resting on her back. His softening cock was pressed against her ass. Their heavy breathing was joined by irregular patters of mingled cum dripping from her to the tile below.

Jason summoned up the strength to stand on his wobbling knees, stumble back to the wall, and slide down it. He sat on the floor, trying to catch his breath, in the perfect place to watch his cum drip out of her pussy.

Jamie was the first to recover enough to speak. "God, I hope there's hot water again," she muttered.

They both chuckled.

****

Three days later, Jason closed the door behind Sheila. She was leaving with the last of her things from his apartment.

She had texted him the next day, but from the moment they went out that afternoon, he knew it wasn't going to work. She was obviously out of sorts. He was still irritated about her airing their dirty laundry. After fucking her sister, the thought of boring sex with her was almost out of the question.

She broke it off the next day, saving him the trouble.

Strangely relieved, despite the end of a months long relationship, he thought about hitting a bar and getting back in the game. Then someone knocked on his door.

He couldn't suppress the grin on his face when he saw Jamie standing outside.

She twitched her eyebrows and smiled back. He let her inside, and she crushed her lips to his before the door even closed.

Her eyes were glimmering with mischief when their lips parted. "I know my dumbass sister, so I had to get my foot in the door before some other girl jumped on that dick."

"She only left about two minutes ago."

"I know. I was watching from the Starbucks down the street," Jamie said, and then scrunched up her nose in the cutest way.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"I haven't shaved my pussy since the other night."

He let out a growl and kissed her — hard.

"Mmm," she moaned when they broke from the kiss. "And..." she reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

They were off to the bathroom a second later.

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