The Stud Across The Hall by Tory Mynx Page B

them off, panties and all.
    “ Oh my,” I said, my
hormones raging. “You certainly don’t waste any time, do
you?”
    Instead of answering with words, Scott
spread my legs even further, and buried his face in my pussy.
    I let out a little gasp as he went to work,
licking and tonguing my snatch with a practiced touch, not taking
his time at all, just going to town.
    Scott slid two fingers inside my pussy while
he continued to eat me out, his fingers banging away with tons of
energy while my moans grew in intensity. Glancing over at the
mirror, I caught the look on my face. It was screwed into an
expression of intense concentration mixed in with healthy amounts
of pleasure. A look of pure, unbridled enjoyment, which was exactly
what I was feeling.
    “ Holy fuck, just like
that,” I said between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
    He slid another finger into my pussy, making
it three total. Because it was so early in the evening, they were a
snug fit at first but I quickly loosened up as he continued banging
away.
    I could feel an orgasm coming on and decided
to help it get here more quickly, so I slid my right hand down and
started rubbing clit with my right hand while my left groped at one
of my tits. Between my two hands, Scott’s fingers, and his tongue,
it was a blur of motion and movement, all for the same purpose. My
pleasure.
    With so much attention on me, it wasn’t long
before the orgasm made it’s presence felt. It started with an
increase in the speed which my fingers were working my clit,
followed by my breath getting faster, then louder moans. This was
followed by a tensing up of my muscles, which, after a few seconds
of straddling the edge of the cliff, led to a violent release, with
my entire body quivering madly. Next I let out a little scream,
followed by an explosion of juices from my pussy as I squirted all
over Scott, drenching his face as though he’d stepped under a
waterfall.
    “ Holy fucking shit,” I said
breathlessly once I’d regained my composure. “That was
incredible.”
    “ I’m glad you liked it,”
Scott said, looking up at me with his ever-present wry
smile.
    “ Liked it? I fucking loved
it,” I said. “I had no idea you had such talent.”
    “ And I had no idea you were
such a squirter,” he replied, going back to work on my pussy with
his tongue, although more gently this time.
    “ Yeah, sorry about
that.”
    “ Sorry? What for? I loved
it.”
    “ Really?” I said,
surprised. “Most guys don’t like that sort of thing.”
    “ Yes, well I’m not like
most guys,” he said between licks. “The wetter the better as far as
I’m concerned.”
    I laughed and shook my head.
    “ What’s so funny?” he
asked.
    “ Nothing,” I replied,
grinning madly. “It’s just that I would have never guessed you were
such a pervert.”
    “ Well, I am,” he said,
looking up at me from between my legs, his face still wet from my
pussy juices. “I hope that’s okay.”
    “ It’s wonderful,” I said,
my smile growing even larger.
    “ Good,” Scott added,
replacing his tongue with his fingers in order to make the
conversation easier. “Because I never would have guessed you were
such a slut.”
    “ Tell me about it,” I said.
“I don’t really look like it from the outside.”
    “ Which is deliberate, I
would imagine,” he said.
    “ Absolutely,” I replied,
starting to get wound up once again from his fingers slowly working
my pussy. “It keeps the scumbags at bay.”
    “ Like me,” he said,
smiling.
    “ Exactly,” I replied,
playing along. We both knew he was nowhere near a scumbag.
“Seriously though, sometimes it’s good that people don’t know who
you really are.”
    “ Tell me about it,” Scott
said. “That’s why I don’t bother telling people I’m not gay. It
keeps the unsavory women away.”
    “ Like me,” I
said.
    He laughed. “Exactly,” he said in the exact
same joking tone I’d used earlier.
    I was about to say something but