Marry The Speed 5

A/N: All participants in sexual acts are 18 or over. There is no familial relationship between sexual actors.

Courtney was shocked. She was stunned. But most importantly, she was in ecstasy. She grabbed hold of Wally’s head and ran her fingers through his hair as he devoured her.

She felt like laughing triumphantly. All of a sudden she felt so hot, so wanted, so… but the more he licked her, the more she liked it, and pretty soon her delight at having seduced Wally gave way to thoughtless little gasps and hisses of enjoyment.

It might seem a bit silly having an older man kissing her through her panties, but clearly he had the experience to make it feel this nice. What did she want with some fumbling virgin when she could have a real playboy like this?

“Mr. West… ohh…!” she giggled. “My panties are going to be ruined… ruin them… I don’t ever want to wear them again!”

Wally clawed at her tight little buttocks, forcing her harder against his mouth. He planted his lips against the flimsy gusset of her panties and managed to get them around her engorged cuntlips, sucking at them. He could feel the wavy curls of her pubic thatch weighted down by the saliva he’d licked all over them. And the lips of her labia stood out now, so he could see them imprinted through the wafer-thin wetness of her panties.

“What a pussy!” Wally moaned. “What a sweet, beautiful little…”

He mashed his face back between her thighs and licked and sucked even more. His fingers dimpled deep into the springy flesh of her ass.

“Mr. West!” Courtney cried, eyelids fluttering. “I’ve never… I’ve never felt this way before…”

That wasn’t true. Sometimes, she felt this way rubbing at herself and then she took the handle of her hairbrush and—maybe this was when Wally was supposed to put his thing into her? But she didn’t want to stop, no matter how good his cock would feel. Nothing could possibly be better than this… though she did remember how big his prick had looked when it’d been bulging in his pants…

The flashes of pleasure that went with his licks were shooting up faster, more than his tongue was touching her, like her pussy was going wild even without his help. Her knees bent and buckled. Courtney lowered herself in a squat, hoping that’d make it easier for him to lick her.

His tongue was going inside her a little and it felt so—her fingers grabbed at his hair roughly. Only one hand held her skirt up over her clenching little belly. Her hips rolled back and forth in a gentle rocking, trying to get more of his tongue when it pushed into her…

“Such a sweet fucking cunt—” Wally muttered, and ripped at her panties with her teeth. Pulling them out of the way of her pussy and the air hitting her bare mons made Courtney feel like she was going into overdrive, heart racing, blood singing through her at the speed of sound—!

Courtney’s head pounded. It was the first time she’d heard an adult say that word and it sounded very different from any time she’d heard it before. It was hers. Her cunt that was pulsing and throbbing and blasting all kinds of pleasure right through her—oh, what would it feel like when he put his dick inside her!?

Suddenly Wally was twisting her around, dropping her ass on the edge of his desk. Then he shoved her down, forced her back to her elbows on the desktop. He lifted her legs, opened them up, and stared down as the mess he’d made of her pantied crotch.

She was as good as naked. Her sheer panties were disarrayed, plastered flat to one of her wet cuntlips and exposing the other. He could see into her clearly, see the twitching glossy flesh waiting for more of his touch. Wally seemed to vibrate for a second or two—Courtney wondered if, at superspeed, he was savoring the taste of her pussy for hours and subjective hours. Then he dipped his head down again and was licking and sucking her all over again.

The fact that her pussy was still a little covered made her feel even more excited, like Courtney wasn’t having sex, she was being ravished. Clothes hanging off her body, white lacy panties begging to be torn off—she’d just started sex and already Courtney felt like she’d found a plateau, a height of passion that surely none of her friends could get to for years and years. It was like she was back in high school and dating a college guy, but Wally was even more knowledgeable than that.

“Mr. West! Mr. West!” Courtney whined, writhing about on top of the desk until papers and office supplies fell to all sides.

“Can you stop calling me that?” Wally growled directly into her cunt.

His fingers ran up and down her creamy thighs and he squeezed that firm, perfect muscle like he’d never get to feel it again. He lapped and tasted everything between her legs, even enjoying the static taste of her flimsy panties.

(Wally wondered vaguely if he’d ever fuck this good again. After licking sweet teenage pussy through a pair of white lace panties, what was there? If he got Linda back, would it be like this? Or did he really want Linda and this was all some pathetic quarter-life-crisis? Was he even enjoying himself—he was eating pussy, after all. Maybe he only thought he liked eating pussy. Or, wait… he liked eating Linda’s pussy… he liked eating Courtney’s pussy… that should make sense, shouldn’t it?)

Courtney rose up on her elbows and looked down between her splayed legs. She had the Flash eating her pussy. He was going to make her come so hard. Her eyes rolled up in her head. She remembered something she’d seen on Riverdale.

“Do you like how your little girl tastes, Daddy?”

Wally’s head reared back. He looked into Courtney’s big eyes, but he had to look at them in a journey all the way from her rumpled blue skirt and crisp white blouse to the pleasure he was producing, making her eyes glaze over.

“Daddy wants your panties off,” Wally grunted, his voice thick and full of desperation.

Courtney wondered if he was even asking. She hoped he wasn’t. She wanted him to just take her, knowing full well that she wanted it as much as he did. Even more. Her pussy couldn’t possibly taste as good as his tongue felt—could it?

She looked at him between her hooked legs, seeing his wet chin, his messy hair, his heavy breathing. And the wild light in his eyes that told Courtney he had just begun his attack.

“Yes—no more panties, I want them off,” Courtney crooned. “You can do whatever you want. Take my panties off. Rip them off me. Your mouth feels so good, I want more of it. More of how it makes me feel so nice. Tear my panties in two—yes! YES!”

In the blink of an eye, her panties were gone and his mouth was back at her cunt. Courtney wished she’d had long enough to savor him exposing her, entering her, but it was hard to care about that… hard to care about anything when his tongue was inside her and touching her and making her hips writhe like they never had before.

For a moment she was full of life, pregnant with possibilities, something immense and thunderous locked inside her. Then it was leaving, emptying in a flood into Wally’s mouth. He swallowed quickly, gulping down all her nectar.

As her trembling subsided, Courtney realized her thighs were still holding onto his head, making sure she could feed him even more of herself—if she weren’t drained dry.

Wally lifted his head. It seemed to take only a finger to break the hold her boneless legs had on him. Courtney flopped down, drinking in air that felt too thin to sustain her. There couldn’t be enough oxygen in the world for her to catch her breath.

“Did you like it?” Wally asked. He straightened out her ragged skirt, but couldn’t bring himself to smooth it down over her pussy. “I have to admit, I’m not the most experienced when it comes to that. I used to be pretty much a horndog, but things didn’t get mouthy until I settled down with Linda, and I was sure to show her a good time, but I don’t know if that works for you the same way it worked for her, because my sample size is, you know, one.”

Courtney had to laugh. “Oh, Daddy, you were so great! I’ve never come like that before, not even when a girl ate me out! But now you’ve made me curious! If that’s the foreplay, what’s the real thing like?”

Now, in Wally’s gleaming eyes, Courtney saw a look that told her she was about to find out.