0 comments/ 25380 views/ 1 favorites Maple Syrup By: Strapping Young Lad You looked yummy and I said so. "Why don't you eat me then?" You say, challenging me. The restaurant was moderately full for the breakfast crowd. I looked around to see if we were getting anyone's casual attention. We weren't. I don't back down from a challenge, especially one like this. I reach over and take your slender hand in mine. I reach for the syrup that you had poured generously over your pancakes and me my French toast and dribble some of it over the tips of your fingers. "What are you doing?" You whisper in an excited voice so as not to be over heard and draw attention to us. In answer I take your index finger and place it in my mouth sucking the sticky sweet syrup from the digit. If you weren't excited and wet moments before you were now. I release your index finger and replace it with your middle finger licking my lips before sucking it into my warm mouth. "Jesus Don! We're in a restaurant!" You whisper excitedly again. In answer I take the now cleaned middle finger out of my mouth and place your sticky ring finger on my tongue, sucking it, rolling my tongue up and down it, knowing in my mind that you can translate the sensations of my tongue on your finger to visions of my tongue on your clit. "Jesus Don! You're gonna make me cum! You whisper even more hushed. "That's the plan," I say with a sly smile as I exchange your ring finger for your pinky, licking the sweet syrup from it. I can see you shudder slightly as if chilled and I know that I have succeeded. "You are very, very naughty." You say drawing your hand away to wipe my saliva off on your napkin. "We should go home." I say. "We should go home." You echo. We get up and pay the bill leaving a generous tip for the waitress. We arrive home as fast as legally possible, keeping our hands off of each others bodies with a restraint unheard of. Once inside I went directly to the kitchen and to the cupboard to withdraw the bottle of maple syrup. "Where?" You ask of me, a glint of eagerness in your eyes and in your voice. "How about the bedroom, we were going to change the sheets anyway." I say and you agree wholeheartedly. We race up the stairs to the bedroom and I place the syrup on the nightstand. You pull out your ponytail and shake your mane of hair sexily around you. I undress you slowly pulling your pants down so you are standing there sexily in your thong. I pull your tight sweater over your head and your pear-shaped breasts bounce with the motion. I fumble with the clasp on the bra and finally manage to get it unhooked. It slides off your arms and falls to the ground with the other garments. I hook my fingers into your thong and slide it down your shapely thighs. "Hop on the bed while I undress," I ask you softly. Teasing, you climb onto the bed on all fours giving me a beautiful view of your open pussy and ass. You look over your shoulder and grin wide. I finish stripping. You lie down on your back and I join you on the bed. We kiss, our tongues playing in each others mouths. I break the kiss and reach back for the syrup. "What are you going to do with that?" You ask raising your eyebrows inquisitively. In answer I open the top of the syrup and squeeze some over one of your breasts. You instinctively lie on your back with a sigh. I squeeze some on the other breast and you watch me do so with a look of anticipation. I squeeze some over your belly and stop, placing the syrup back on the nightstand. I lean down to your right breast looking you in the eye as I lick the sticky syrup from around your breast and the sensitive nipple. You sigh and cradle my head softly as I suckle you. I move to the left breast and do the same to the stiff nipple. You close your eyes and tilt your head back and exhale heavily. I lick all over your taut tummy, eating the syrup from your soft skin. I bite gently on your belly and you smack the back of my head in protest. I leave your belly and make my way with kisses up to your breast, then your neck, then your cheek, and your mouth and you kiss and lick the syrup from in and around my mouth. The kiss broken, I reach back and grab the syrup from the nightstand. I climb between your legs and squeeze some syrup over your hairless pussy and lay the bottle next to me. I lick over your mons, and between the folds of your pussy where the syrup has run. I flick your clit and you moan. While tasting the sweet mixture of syrup and your cum I place your legs over my shoulders. Your cum leaks from your pussy and I drink it, swallowing it by the tongueful as I stroke your pussy with my tongue. I push your legs to your chest and you open up to me. I lick and suck on your pussy, pulling on your labia with my lips. I am hungry for your pink asshole but I deliberately stay away from it. I just want to enjoy you cumming all over my face. "Stop! Stop! It's too sensitive, too sensitive!" you cry out to me, and after a few more well placed licks I do stop. I tell you to roll over and you do. I know what you're anticipating by the eager look in your eyes, but I am going to make you wait for it. I pick up the bottle of syrup next to me and dribble it over your freckled back to which you gasp with surprise expecting me to go directly to your shapely ass. I want to more than you could ever know, but it's going to be worth the wait. I lay the bottle next to me again as I lean down and lick the syrup from your shoulders and spine. You inhale deeply and I know that you are cumming all over the sheets. Some of the syrup has run down the side of your breast and I lean over to lick it back up the way it came. Lastly I take the syrup and squeeze a generous portion over your ass, loading it heavily into your crack. You protest that it's too much, but I'm hungry. I lay the near empty bottle on the nightstand again and nestle myself between your parted legs where the syrup has begun to run over your soaking pussy and into the sheets. Well, we were going to change them anyway. I eagerly begin eating the syrup from your pussy and asshole, licking the sticky sweetness from both of your pink holes. You are moaning into the pillow as I lick from the globes of your ass. "Please, I'm almost there." you plead. "Please what?" I tease, loving to hear you say what you want me to do. "Please eat my ass and pussy, Don. I'm gonna cum so good!" you plead. I oblige and devour your leaking pussy and tight, pink asshole. You push back into my face as your orgasm pulses through you and I grab your hips holding you steady as I gorge myself on the most delicious parts of your body. You've worked your way up to your knees, your face pressed into the pillow as I lick you from your clit to your open and dripping pussy to your relaxed and pink asshole, still holding firmly onto your hips. You cum and cum and cum biting the pillow you've mashed your face into to stifle your cries of pleasure. And I eat you, and I eat you, and I eat you. I get up and kneel behind you, my face sticky from the syrup and from you I take my rigid cock and slide it up and down your juicy slit wetting the head before pushing the length easily inside your smooth insides. As I fuck you I place a finger on your pink asshole and rub it in circles stimulating the area, and you push back at me with eager pleasure. I push the finger into your well lubricated ass and work it in and out alternating the penetration with my dick. I take the finger out and lean forward to put it in your mouth. You suck hungrily at the digit, rolling your tongue around and around it as I pump deep and hard at your insides. I withdraw my finger from your sucking lips and place it slick and wet between your legs and begin rubbing your clit in delicious circles. Your head sinks into the pillow, biting it in orgasm. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull you back up and onto my dick and you let out a shriek. You repeat the familiar litany, shouting out "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I pound your pussy hard and fast, ripping apart your soft insides with every thrust. I let go of your hair and grab onto your hips and use them to push and pull you on and off of my dick. Then my own orgasm catches up to me and I ejaculate rope after rope of sweet cum into your equally sweet pussy. I fall down onto the bed and you collapse where you are. We lie like that for a few restful minutes. “You’re leaking out of me.” You state with a smile, half hoping, and half knowing what I will do next. With the sweat cooling on my body I climb between your legs that you part for me and you tilt your pelvis granting me access to your sex. I lean low and inhale the aroma of our cum before darting my tongue out to lick and swallow our commingled juices. You purr in approval. When I am finished I lie next to you once more. After a few minutes of just enjoying the silence and basking in our post coital glow you reach over and take the syrup from the table. “What are you up to?” I ask. “My turn,” you say pouring little circles of syrup around my nipples. My flaccid cock begins to rise back to life as you lick around my nipples occasionally biting them hard. “What have we here?” you say curiously noticing my now hard cock. You take up the syrup once more and pour it generously over the flared tip and watch with a grin as it pours down the shaft like melting wax. “Looks good enough to eat!” You lick up and down and all around my cock tasting the syrup and our cum, and telling me how it tastes yummy. You begin fisting the base of my dick with one hand and squeezing my balls with the other as your head bobs up and down decisively on my cockhead, or as you like to call it; the ‘strawberry’. “Are you gonna cum soon?” you ask while your hand fists my entire length, squeezing me, milking me. “Yes,” I say trembling with the sensitivity her hands are creating when they rub the delicate spot beneath the tip of my cockhead. You bring your head back down and continue engulfing my dick in your warm mouth. Your hand cupping and squeezing my balls slides between my thighs and a finger glides across the skin to rest at my asshole to tease and stimulate it. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” becomes my mantra as I near the edge and fall over. You take the first spurt into your mouth before pulling my dick out and letting the other shots land upon your upturned face. You swallow that first wonderful rope of cum and smile approvingly when I am done painting your face. You crawl up to me, as cum begins to run down the sides of your face. I pull you to me and erotically begin kissing and licking cum off of your face, intermediately kissing you on the mouth and sharing cum with you. All this stickiness gives me an idea. “Let’s shower!” I say excitedly, loving to shower with you. I chase you into the bathroom and we get the shower running and climb beneath the warm spray. Instead of cleaning up we continue where we left off in the bedroom. Our mouths meets, our hands find each others bodies. I run a finger up and down your wet ass, dipping it into your sweet pussy. You moan into my mouth. Your free hand finds my cock and begins stroking it as I finger your pussy. “Turn around.” You command and I obey. You reach around me and begin fisting my cock as I am struck by the warm spray of the shower. You begin to kiss my shoulders. I brace myself against the wall. You kiss my back. Your wet fist strokes my cock beneath the showers spray. You kiss down my spine. In contrast to the heat of the water I have goosebumps of what is soon coming. You squat down in the tub and begin kissing my ass. You always said I had a nice ass, and now I know how much you like it. Your soft hand is still fisting my cock when you slide your tongue up and down my ass crack. Your free hand pulls my cheeks apart exposing my own pink little star. “What have we here?” You say. “Would you like me to lick it?” I nod my head. “I can’t hear you?” “Yes, lick my ass.” I tell you. Your tongue begins licking and poking at my most taboo of areas. My legs bow from the sensations of your tongue on my ass and your hand on my cock. You bend lower and tongue my balls, drinking the water dripping from them. I tell you that I’m going to cum soon, so soon. You lick a few more times at my asshole before you push a finger inside my bowels. “Jesus Christ!” I call out still bracing myself against the wall, the showers spray hitting my face and chest. You massage my prostate as you stroke my cock. I can feel my orgasm build. You work your finger in and out of me. And I cum. My legs grow weak and shake as rope after rope of hot semen shoots into the tub below. Trembling I turn around when you remove your finger. You quickly take my still hard cock in your mouth and you suck out the remaining strings of seed. “I can’t get enough of your cum!” You say looking up into my eyes as you place my dick in your mouth again and continue sucking me. I turn off the shower. “You’re wearing me out.” I say as we both step dripping into the steamy bathroom. “You started it!” you shoot back. “Here, let me dry you off. I kneel before you and begin to lick the water from your pussy. “Okay, okay, that’s enough for one day.” “Are you sure?” “I’m sure I’m sure.” And that is the end. Maple Syrup We're sitting on the porch of the cottage in Maine on one of those beautiful, early summer afternoons. Bright sunshine playing hide and seek with the puffy white clouds that skitter across the sky, the air redolent of pine mixed with a hint of the sea. All that breaks the silence is a woodpecker's staccato drilling of a nearby tree. From out of the corner of my eye I see you close The Kite Runner, place it in the wicker reading basic and ease out of your rocking chair. You steal over to the glider where I lie, reading the business section of the New York Times. With a flick of your wrist, the paper falls to the porch floor as you settle into my lap. "Let's do it," you whisper sucking gently on my ear lobe. "I can't stand thinking about it for another minute." "I didn't know you were thinking about it, but what's the magic number going to be?" I ask eagerly, my cock beginning to stir. You pause before answering a question with a question. "Will you pick the kids up after camp and take them for a long swim?" "Of course." "And is a late supper okay?" "Sure, for the good of the cause, and I'll cook." "Then it's three," you answer, playfully rubbing my crotch, "and please try to be on time. I just can't stand it when you're late." Three, I think, savoring your choice. One scarcely counts, two wouldn't be enough on a beautiful afternoon like this when we have the extraordinary luxury of being all by ourselves, and four is reserved for the rarest of occasions. Three it is then, a perfect choice. Arm in arm we move to the sleeping porch, you assigning me a chore on the way. "Since I won't be here later, darling, remember to pick up a bottle of maple syrup for the kids' ice cream tonight. But get the smallest bottle the store has. Otherwise, they'll sneak down in the middle of the night and finish it off, and that's terrible for their teeth." Planning ahead, I ease out of my docksiders, shorts, and T-shirt, depositing them on the chair in the hall outside our sleeping porch, where our king-sized bed has been as carefully chosen as the isolated location of the cottage. The room faces east and the afternoon sun now warms but does not heat it. I turn the bed down and ease onto the crisp, sun-dried sheets as you prepare yourself in the bathroom. A silk kimono cloaks your stunning body as you first slip into the room. As it descends, I marvel at your proudly displayed hourglass figure, so utterly beautiful even after three children. "Dear God," you observe at my nakedness, your hand trailing into your blond bush, "you turn me on so much. But no toe sucking today, I want this to last." Leaping into bed beside me, slide your tongue deep into my mouth and begin to rub against me. Your fingers find my nipples and rub them, and my cock, to erection. Sure that I'm standing tall, you slide down my body and engulf me with your mouth, taking me deep down your throat, challenging me not to cum. After a minute, you rise, swing your leg over me, and gently insert my raging hard-on into your pussy. I feel heat rising and wetness spreading as you sit, riding me, your eyes closed, a smile tracing across your face. Ever so gently you drop forward, now lying prone on me. Your fingers find my nipples again as you maneuver your body so that only the knob of my erection is in you, sliding sensuously over your throbbing g-spot. Feeling your wet warmth spreading over me, I wet the tip of my pointer finger, reach behind, and slip it into your welcoming asshole where it finds its way between the outer and inner rings of your sphincter and slowly massages the secret all lovers should know about. As your dampness spreads over my body, you groan, contemplating this oft-taken short cut to ecstasy, knowing that a body-wracking orgasm is only seconds away, but decline the pleasure it offers. "No, sweetie," you murmur as you move my finger away, "I really only want the magic dick today. I need it so much." "Then I'm going to fuck you in the ass," I whisper into your ear. "Think how good that is going to feel." With a sigh, you roll off, cuddle into my crotch and greedily lap your cum from my pubic hair, ball and cock, my erection feeling like it will burst as you again tantalize it with your mouth and tongue. Having enjoyed the taste of yourself, you stretch out, lying against me as two spoons would in a silver drawer. Pulling your butt cheeks open, you offer me your asshole in the most erotic of gestures imaginable. With one smooth, slow, and studied thrust, I slide as deeply into you as I can ever be. "God," you gasp as your ass spasms in welcome, "it feels so incredibly good. I'm just full, full, full of you. It feels like you could split me in half." Awed into silence, I savor the sensations as you adjust to my dick in your ass, little burst of pleasure exploding everywhere in what feels like a clinging, incredibly warm and wet glove. And so begins our journey up the mountain that will end beyond ecstasy, in a place we cannot describe but only visit. The hike to the tree line is a long, languid one, teasing spent touching and exploring well known and yet different paths. As you play with your cunt with one hand and stroke your nipples with the other, I trace your jaw line with my fingers, then move them lightly up and down your spine, pausing to press at the spot where my penis has entered your ass and then moving in an s-like motion up your spine to your shoulder blades, barely touching your skin, suggesting and teasing. Soon, goose bumps break out all over your arms as your tight little cave grabs frantically at my dick. "I love fucking you in the ass," I whisper and you stroke your clit more rapidly. Through the thin membrane that separate your pussy from my cock, I feel a finger exploring for your g-spot. You find it and groan. Your breathing, always the telltale clue, grows uneven as we move higher. But then you stop, letting the senses rest for a few moments before teasing them again closer and closer to release. Two, then three, then four times you tantalize tease yourself close to the edge, promising pleasure and then withdrawing the promise as your body strains in anticipation. I feel for a favorite spot on the back of your scalp that I rub slowly and you answer by beginning to finger yourself furiously. There's no turning back now, it's time to break out above the trees. Past the point of no return now, your whole body starts to shake, your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and your feet begin to flutter uncontrollably. Suddenly, you pause, scream into a pillow, and a huge convulsion consumes you. Six, seven, eight times you throw yourself on my dick, wailing as you seem to try to rip it right out of my body. We rest for just a moment, gathering strength and then you begin to move against me again. The pace is faster now, a rougher scramble toward the ledge just below the summit. The niceties fall away, replaced by pure lust. Something large slides into your cunt, pressing against my erection. Is it several fingers, a small fist, your favorite dildo hidden until now under the pillow? Whatever it is, it's big and you twist and turn on me with abandon. You're so wet now that I can hear the rhythmic "slap, slap, slap" of your ass pounding against me as you drip onto the sheets. Your free hand reaches up, grabbing at a breast and your whole body starts to vibrate. Wrapping my arms around your waist, I try to hang on but know that the moment cannot last. "I'm coming again," you scream–and you do, your violent convulsions pulling us both up and onto the ledge. Now it's a mad scramble to the summit, your body shaking and gyrating, your breath coming in gasps. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you cry, "fuck me so hard that your dick comes out the back of my throat." The first of the final spasms washes over your body. "Now, you bastard, now, now, now, goddamn it," you shriek, half a plea and half a command. I relax, thrust, and shoot ropes of cum into your ass in perfect sync with the convulsions that threaten to turn your body inside out. A lupine growl emerges from somewhere deep within you as you struggle to hold the moment and then collapse. It's over. We're at the summit, there and not there at the same time. Sensing a kind stupor begin to envelop me, I fight it, feeling the tension drain from your body like water from a bathtub. Lightness and softness replace what seconds ago had been demanding and hard. As I slip away into fantasy, the last thing that registers with me is your deep, sonorous breathing. It's difficult to believe, but you're sound asleep My mind wanders through fields of wild flowers, childhood experiences, and recreations of your orgasms, flitting deliciously between consciousness and something else and then settling on the something else. The next thing I am aware of is that damned woodpecker, still at his job. It can't be more than ten minutes, but I have slipped out of you and lie unattached. Languidly, I ease myself out of bed and stare down at your beauty. Angelically smiling, you have curled yourself into a little ball and, to reveal the most embarrassing detail of the afternoon, have a thumb securely lodged in your mouth. The bright pink blotches of passion are fading but still visible across your abdomen. Beneath you, on what is left of the bottom sheet, lies a slowly expand circle of our outpourings, about the size of a large serving plate, the air still filled with the intoxicating aroma of our cums. Realizing that you will lie like that for several hours and that the sun will start to set, I gently pull the top sheet over you to cover you to warm your nakedness and tiptoe from the porch, swinging the screen door closed behind me. Later, I know, you will lie with me under several blankets that protect us from the chill of the Maine night, your head on my chest. As I fall asleep, you will tell me in wonderful detail of your journey down the mountain and I will feel the first stirring of renewed desire. Before that, I also know, there will be a special lilt in your voice as you sing to the kids at the end of storytelling time. The kids, my mind registers. It's time to pick the kids up and take them to the beach for that long swim. For goodness sake, don't forget the maple syrup–and make sure it's the smallest bottle in the store. Maple Syrup I yawned as the sunlight came in through my window. I knew better than to open my eyes to that. I groaned, rolling over, unconsciously intending to wrap my arms around a certain smaller body next to me. Huh. That was weird. I opened my eyes slightly, realizing I was alone. I sat up searching my room. Where was Kelsey? As if answering my mental question, the smell of bacon and eggs met my nose and my mouth started to water. I loved it when Kelsey cooked. I threw the covers off of my naked body and pulled a pair of boxer briefs loosely onto my hips. I stretched out my arms and yawned again, stepping out into the hallway, on my way to the kitchen. I stepped in and smiled. Kelsey was frying the food on the stove, oblivious of my entrance. I silently walked over to where she stood and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. "Guess who," I whispered in my girlfriend's ear, and she giggled. "Um, Harry Styles?" "Pfft," I said, pushing her away. That was just disgusting, even for a joke. She giggled again. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" She walked over to the kitchen table, where I'd plopped myself down. "Good morning, baby," she said, sitting in my lap and lacing her arms around my neck. She smiled at me and I couldn't help but half-smile back at her. She was just too beautiful; it wasn't fair. Kelsey was the kind of girl you just couldn't stay mad at. My stomach growled and I chuckled. "What's for breakfast, honey?" I said, jokingly. Kelsey bounced up and danced back over to the stove. "Scrambled eggs with cheese and turkey bacon; your favorite!" she said, smiling brightly. "What, is it my birthday?" "No, silly," she said tip-toeing back over and taking my hand. "I just wanted to show you how much I love you." She stood on her toes and pecked me on the lips. I smirked. "Well, there are other ways of doing that." I grabbed her hips and raised an eyebrow. She winked at me and picked up a spatula, shoveling the delicious-smelling food onto two plates. I licked my lips and took my plate from her, kissing her on the forehead. She giggled and followed me back to the kitchen table, sitting across from me. We ate mostly in silence and when I was done, I placed my plate and silverware into the sink and sat back down, waiting for her to finish. "Are you still hungry? I have a couple waffles in the toaster; they're probably done now," she offered, still eating her eggs. I sniffed the air and smiled. I popped up, in synch with the waffles, and placed them on a clean plate. I put it back on the table and walked over to the refrigerator. I opened it and looked around. "Hey, Kelsey?" I asked. "Did you buy anymore maple syrup?" "Yeah, check the bottom shelf of the door." As promised, a brand new bottle was found and I took it back to my spot. I opened the cap and poured a heap onto my waffles. Mmm... Kelsey finished her breakfast and I ate the last of my waffles. I sat back in my chair and sighed, full and content. I closed my eyes. I probably would've fallen asleep again if not for the short brunette who was now straddling me. My eyes flew open and a pink-faced Kelsey was two inches from my face. I smirked. "Don't you fall asleep on me," she said giggling, trying to sound seductive. Oh well, I gave her points for trying. I chuckled softly and put a hand to her face, pulling her chin in so I could kiss her. She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around my neck again. She moaned softly and I bit her bottom lip gently. This made her gasp and I took this chance to slip my tongue into her mouth, making her moan again. Her tongue battled mine for a few minutes, but she gave up, letting me win like she always did. I explored the familiar mouth with my tongue. She broke the kiss soon afterward, in need of air. I moved my lips to her jaw, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin under her throat, eliciting another moan for the brunette. I sucked on her neck, leaving a mark that said she was mine and mine alone. I removed my mouth and she whimpered slightly in protest. I took the hem of her shirt and began to lift it up, over her head. She raised her arms to help me and I tossed the piece of clothing aside and claimed Kelsey's lips once more. She ran her hands up and down my bare chest and I sighed, enjoying the feeling. I lifted her off of me, only to sit her down in the chair I had been sitting it. She was panting and I realized I was breathing hard, too. I ran a hand up her clothed thigh and she gasped in pleasure. I went back to her neck and kissed my way down to her chest. I let one of my hands roam to her right breast and I began to twist and turn her nipple, causing her to moan again. I brought my lips down to her chest and began to suck on her left nipple, my hand still playing with the other one. "A-Austin...," she said, struggling to speak, "stop teasing..." I laughed and began to kiss down her stomach again. "As you wish...," I said, in between kisses. I made it down to the hem of her pants, where a noticeable wet spot was making itself known. I kissed the button of her pants and she whimpered. I smirked and undid with the button of her pants with my hands, unzipping them with my teeth. Kelsey kicked her pants away after kicking off her shoes and socks, leaving her in only her panties. I chuckled. They were the ones she'd gotten for our three-month anniversary; they were red lace boyshorts. I smiled. She knew what I liked. "Nice panties," I muttered, rubbing her clothed womanhood. Kelsey cried out in pleasure. "Sh-shut up...," she tried, chuckling. "I-I bought them for you..." I chuckled again. "They're sexy." Kelsey tried to say something else, but her lips were suddenly very busy. She moaned in my mouth and bucked against my hand. I mimicked her earlier actions and straddled her, grinding my erection against her crotch, grunting in pleasure, coaxing another loud moan from my partner. I rolled my hips easily against her and she twisted her hands in my hair, pulling a bit. I winced slightly but paid no mind to it. I got off of her and pulled the waistband of her panties down to her ankles before she could protest at the sudden loss of touch. I traced my fingers lightly along her now very wet pussy, teasing her. I began to pump a finger inside her, agonizingly slow. Kelsey's eyes rolled back and she threw her head backwards, a deliciously deep moan in her throat. She began to grind her hips onto my hand and I stopped. "Uh-uh Kelsey, none of that," I whispered huskily in her ear, nipping at her earlobe, and then returning back to between her legs. She opened her eyes, but they almost immediately snapped shut again as I took her clit into my lips, sucking gently. I dipped my tongue into her folds and ran my tongue down to her hole, causing delicious sounds to surface from my lover. I stuck my tongue back into her pussy, slowly at first. But I began to pick up the pace, thrusting with my tongue, and she began grinding onto my face. I curled my tongue up and sucked hard, and she yelled out. "A-Austin—Unh! I-I'm gonna—" "Oh, no you're not," I said, removing my mouth and touching her with my fingers, softly, forcing her to hold it in. Kelsey screamed. "Austin! Please!" She moaned, begging for release. I resumed my gentle sucking on her clit for a moment, and I stuck a finger back inside of her, making the torture worse. She yelled again, desperately grinding onto my face. I removed my finger from her pussy and rubbed her clit harder, giving one last thrust of my tongue. "Austin!" she screamed my name as she came around my tongue, her sweet juices covering my mouth. I gladly licked it all up, enjoying every drop. She rode out her orgasm, panting heavily and let go of my hair, collapsing back into the chair when she was spent. I came back to her face after giving her a moment to breathe, bringing her lips back to mine. I immediately licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which was gladly given to me. I let Kelsey taste herself on my tongue and she moaned softly, breaking the kiss for air. I stood up and finally let my underwear fall to the ground. I sighed when my member sprang free and the cool air swirled around it. I crouched down again, sitting on the balls of my feet and began to pump myself lightly, causing myself to pant again. I removed my hand from my erection and positioned three fingers at Kelsey's lips. "Suck," I commanded, and she took my fingers into her mouth. I choked back a moan as she rolled her tongue expertly between each of my fingers. God, I could never understand how she could turn me on so much just by licking my fingers... When I decided they were wet enough, I pulled them out of Kelsey's mouth with a pop, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them. I massaged her puckered asshole with my index finger, causing pleasured mewls to spill from Kelsey's lips. Finally, the tight ring of muscle started to relax and I slowly pushed one finger in, pumping in and out of her. Kelsey practiced breathing evenly and I inserted another finger, causing her to wince in slight pain. I began to scissor her, stretching her out and I inserted the third finger. She hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure and I pumped into her, continuing to stretch her out. After a few minutes, I curled my fingers up against her walls and she threw her head back and moaned loudly. "A-Austin...," she panted, "r-right there..." I withdrew my fingers, causing her to whine in protest and I paused, remembering something important. "Lube...," I said, explaining my hesitation. "I-it's in the bedroom...," Kelsey said in between pants. I looked down. There was absolutely no way I was going to make it there. And by the time I would make it back, Kelsey would get impatient and finish herself off. That would be a mood killer... I looked around frantically, and the bottle of maple syrup caught my eye. I smirked evilly and grabbed it, pouring the thick liquid onto my aching member. I rubbed it around my erection, attempting to get it as slick as possible. I positioned myself at Kelsey's entrance and looked at her. "You ready?" I prompted. She nodded. I pushed myself in. She screamed in pain at first, and I slowly pushed myself in until I was fully in her. I kissed her neck, both in apology and as a distraction. She panted frantically, a single tear running down her cheek. I kissed that away, too. Finally, she moved her hips. "M-move," she muttered. She didn't have to tell me twice. I pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into her, at an unsteady pace at first. Kelsey screamed again, this time in pleasure, as I picked up speed. "Oh, God...Austin!" she yelled. I grunted as I thrust into her quickly, her muscles squeezing my length. "God, Kelsey...you're so tight...," I said, grabbing her shoulder. I pulled her to the ground and she straddled me again, humping me. I moaned as I watched her ride me. I grabbed her ass and gave it a harsh slap, making her moan again. I thrust into her, hard, throwing my head back, moaning myself. "Nngh! Harder, Austin! Faster!" she demanded. And I complied. "Deeper...," she muttered, and I tried, not knowing if that was possible. A long, deep moan poured from her lips. Apparently it was. I reached a hand between us and began rubbing her clit again, and she yelled out. "A-Austin, I-I'm gonna cum...," she said, barely getting the words out. I grunted again. "Cum for me...," I said darkly through my teeth. I thrust up once more, hard, and Kelsey screamed, bucking her hips wildly as she came for the second time that morning. Her muscles tightened around my member and I let out a throaty moan, filling my lover with my seed. We rode out our orgasms and Kelsey collapsed on my sweaty chest, both of us gasping for breath. "God...," she breathed. I ran a hand through her short hair and laughed. "Best breakfast ever."