His Nasty Little Pussy

We walk to our tents together, and I already know I’m going to have a hell of a time falling asleep knowing she’s less than a foot away. She’s still wearing my t-shirt, and I’m guessing I’ll never get it back.

She unzips her tent, but before crawling in, she confirms what I just thought.

“I’m never giving this shirt back. It’s the only thing I’m going to wear to bed, and I’m going to fuck myself in it since it’s the closest you’ll let me get to you.” She gives me a wink and adds, “Sweet dreams, Matt,” before giving me one last delicious look at her ass as she climbs in.

I unzip my own tent and climb in, knowing there’s no way in hell I’m falling asleep now. I strip down to my boxer briefs and climb into my sleeping bag, trying very hard to not think about how I’d scooted it up against the side that was closest to Alyssa’s tent.

I lay there, completely miserable with my cock painfully large and refusing to go down. The first time I hear a soft moan, I convince myself that I’m just hearing things, but then the next one is louder. I scoot closer to the wall of the tent, and I swear I can her the wet sounds of her fingering her pussy. She moans my name, making me clench my hands into fists at the nerve of her.

“Alyssa!” I whisper. “Don’t you fucking do it!”

“I told you I was going to,” comes her breathy reply. I can tell by her voice that she’s only a couple of inches away. Just a few inches between me and her wet, aroused body. A very vivid image of Alyssa fucking herself while wearing my t-shirt takes shape in my mind and refuses to leave.

“I’m fingering my pussy right now, Matt.” She actually giggles before adding, “I’m so fucking wet. Can you hear how wet I am?”

I groan in response, which only makes her giggle again. “I’m so close, Matt. All I can think about is that big cock of yours and how good it felt pressed up against me. I want your cock deep inside me.”This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Alyssa, stop,” I say. It’s supposed to sound firm and hard, but instead it sounds more like I’m pleading with her, which I very much am. I’m not sure how much more my brain can take, let alone my cock.

“You really want me to stop?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say, but then I add, “No. Fuck, I don’t know.”

I lay there so frustrated I can barely move, and the quiet from her tent gives me hope that maybe she’ll just go to sleep and let me figure this mess out, but then I hear the zipper on my tent, and my whole body freezes.

A second later, she’s in my tent, the soft glow of her battery-operated lantern lighting up the small space. Her dark hair is tousled, and her gray eyes are alight with unfulfilled lust. Join the club, I think grimly.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask.

She sets the lantern down, and before I even have time to register what she’s doing, she’s straddling my face, looking down at me with a sexy determined look.

“I want you to eat my pussy, Matt.”

She lifts my shirt that she’s still wearing, and in the light of the lantern, I can see her bald pussy glistening in her juices. She hadn’t been lying about being wet.

I look up at her with what must be a look of utter astonishment at her brazenness to just come into my tent uninvited and shove her pussy in my face.

“You told me to stop,” she says as if that explains it all. “I need to cum, Matt. I’m going to go crazy if I don’t,” she whines.

She lowers her hips so her pussy grazes ever so softly against my lips, coating me in her juices. “Please,” she begs, “don’t you want just a little taste?”

There’s no way in hell I’m winning this battle, so I slide my hands up her hips, and lick a long line up her wet slit. The taste of her makes my head spin, and I immediately want more. I nibble on her pussy lips one at a time before sliding my tongue inside her. Her hips start to move, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

I run my hands up the loose t-shirt, cupping her perky tits in my hand, rolling my thumbs over her nipples. Bringing my tongue to her clit, I work her in fast circles while giving her nipples a good hard pinch. Her hips buck against me as she cums against my mouth. She whispers my name around her moans, and I know she wishes she could scream it. I massage her tits, letting my fingers graze over her nipples before sliding them down. Spreading my hand across her small waist, an image of her pregnant pops into my mind. It’s as if some hidden, primal urge that was always there completely takes over and all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her raw and fill her with my seed. I want to claim that virgin womb. I want to see her rounded belly and know that it’s my baby she’s carrying, that her entire body belongs to me. I know it’s absurd and that there’s no way she wants that, but I know the image isn’t going to go away anytime soon.

She grabs my hands, sliding her own fingers between mine as she grinds her pussy against my mouth. I slow my tongue down, greedily lapping up her juices as she rides the orgasm out.

She slows her hips and looks down at me. “Fuck, Matt,” she whispers. “I had no idea it could feel that good.”

I can’t help but grin at her, even though I’m a thousand times more miserable now. As if reading my mind, she looks over her shoulder at my raging hard-on. She bites her bottom lip, looks back at me, and then quickly turns her body around. Her pussy is still on my face, but now her head is right above my cock.

“Now it’s my turn to taste you,” she says, already reaching her hands into my boxers.