The Dresden Fucks update

There was no problem getting some privacy. The moment the realization hit Harry, Lash left him to wallow in having just fucked Molly’s face, without her or anyone else to turn to. 

He immediately wrenched his limp prick out of his apprentice’s mouth and buried it back inside his fly, blushing furiously. He moved his mouth like a fish out of water, all while Molly looked up at him with lewd satisfaction. She stuck her tongue out, showing the cum that covered every inch of it, dripped off the tip. Harry groaned. There was nothing he could say. He’d just made Molly Carpenter’s mouth into his cum dumpster.

“Molly, I… that wasn’t… Lash, she made me think you were someone else. Well, not someone else, but not you.”

Molly stood, setting her hands on her lithe hips. She made a big show of gulping. “Well, well, well. And what did you think you were doing to ‘not me’?”

“I… I…” Harry stammered, already out of excuses.

“You were doing exactly what it felt like, right? Fucking my sweet little throat. You thought you could get off on some dirty fantasy of me without having to own up to it. Admit it: you wanted to fuck my mouth. You wanted to fuck all my holes.”

“Hell’s Bells!” Harry gasped. Suddenly Molly was giving Lash a run for her money in the dirty department. 

With a knowing smile, Molly flounced over to the kitchen alcove. She hopped up on the counter, dangling her lean legs over the side. She had a wicked stare for Harry—he was a little frightened.

“How long have you wanted me to be your little cock sleeve, ‘Master’?”

“That wasn’t me!” Harry protested. He corrected himself immediately: “It was me, but it was all Lash’s idea! Molly, please don’t—don’t make a big thing about this. Your mother would—“

“What? Not like it that I just gargled your cum?” Molly asked innocently. “C’mon: I bet mommy and daddy would totally understand that you were just playing a little game with Lash, thinking you were just pretending to throat me, with no idea you really had your big, fat cock down my gullet.”

Harry moaned helplessly, wincing with every other word she spoke. “Don’t say that, Molly.”

“Yeah, I think I will. You fucked me in the mouth. You can excuse it all you like; your cum is in my stomach.”

“Molly, stop being such a—“ Flush with humiliation, Harry fell to his knees. He looked up at Molly, ashamed. “I get it. You’ve had your fun. Can we please just… let it go? Somehow?”

Molly’s stiff nipples poked through her shirt. Her pussy was so hot that it seemed to cackle with electricity. It turned her on to have so much power over the incredible Harry Dresden.

“I guess I could forget about it if you do something for me,” she said softly.

Harry was so distraught that didn’t raise his hackles. “What is it, Molly? I’ll do anything!”

With a naughty laugh, Molly opened her legs wide. She scooted her ass to the edge of the counter and unzipped her jeans, completely exposing the triangle of her pubic hair, without the slightest bit of panties to get in the way.

“You can eat my pussy,” Molly told him. “Then maybe I’ll neglect to mention how your cum tastes the next time I’m home for family dinner.”

Harry gaped at her in disbelief. He’d always believed that Molly’s whole cynical goth slut act was a come-on—a mask she put up to hide behind. Now he had to accept that she really did want his tongue in his cunt.

Part of him already had. His cock was quickly swelled with fresh, hot blood. Harry could only think that his best option was to go through with this before his conscience really went to town on him. He shuffled forward on his knees, approaching Molly up on the counter and her cunt on display through her open jeans.

“That’s it, Harry. Come get a taste,” Molly keened, her voice quailing like she was a little scared—or maybe that even she couldn’t believe this was happening. 

She let out a sharp “oh!” as he thrust his hands under her ass, cupping the small, rounded cheeks that never failed to make her shorts something interesting. Harry’s head followed his hands, going between her firm thighs. He kissed his lips to her pouting sex, moaning with pleasure as the taste hit his mouth. Hell’s bells, why did she have to be such a seductive vixen on top of it all? He might have been able to live with himself if she were some kind of hobgoblin, but if he actually enjoyed eating her pussy, clearly there was no hope for him.

“Unhh!” Molly cooed and writhed lustfully on the counter, her own enjoyment of what was happening clearly dwarfing his. She ground her pussy against his mouth and it was sopping wet. “That’s good, Master! You’re eating my pussy so good! Keep going—I’ll give you plenty to taste! I’ll come so much for you!”

And why’d she have to call him Master now?

Harry pushed his tongue out, dipping it deep into the tightening depths of Molly’s pussy. She tasted delicious—young and pure and tender, as only someone utterly untouched could, or maybe that was just his dirty mind (and Lash) making something out of how innocent she was.

And the more he tasted, the harder his cock got, tenting his pants until it was touching the counter. Harry couldn’t help himself. He tightened his grip on her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the succulent flesh like it’d been crying out for him to do since he’d first seen up Molly’s skirt. And she wore some very, very, short skirts.

He thrust his tongue even deeper into her sex, gorging himself on that girl taste that only got sweeter. His tongue slid up and down her slit to make it good for her too, with everything he knew about women telling him exactly how she would love to be tongued.

Molly thrust her hands behind his head and fisted her hands in his saltpeter hair (because he was old, old, old, not like her, who was young, a child—well, not after what he’d done. He’d fucked her like a woman, that was for sure. He still was! 

“So fucking good, Master! Making me horny! Fucking horny!” Wantonly, she jerked her hips, humping her pussy against his face, her lust-wet ass squeaking on the countertop as she met his tongue. “Suck me! Unnnh, yes, make me hot! Eat out my pussy! Lick my pussy clean!”

Harry’s tongue delved into Molly’s pussy with unforgiving skill, reaping pleasure from the girl that she had never felt before. She wasn’t at all prepared to feel what he was doing in the glossy pinkness of her virgin womanhood. She gasped as his tongue touched her swollen clit, striking it like a flint and sparking out sheer tantalizing pleasure. 

It was just enough to not be enough. She needed more, far more. Molly took one of Harry’s hands from her ass and guided his wrist around to be thrust between her fingers.

“Finger me! Fingerfuck my little pussy!” Molly cried. “My cunt’s throbbing—it’s so fucking wet!”

Harry pressed two fingers against the lightly haired lips of her sex and found it offered no resistance, virtually sucking his fingers inside to be buried to the knuckles inside her. He pumped them in and out of her, fucking her pussy with his fingers as hard as he could. At the same time he kept his mouth against her clit, mercilessly sucking.

“Gonna come, gonna come!” Molly’s tongue fell obscenely from her mouth, her body quaking with naked desire. “Keep kissing my clit! Yes, my pussy’s coming on your fingers! It feels so good, Master! Feels like I’m—I’m coommiiinnnnnggggg!”

Her lithe teenage body took to the spasms that rippled from her cunt like she’d been born to be fucked. Her flesh rolled exquisitely with each powerful sensations. Her nipples pulsed, her pussy throbbed, and her pleasure rushed out of her to go to Harry’s tongue. 

He greedily lapped up every drop of her nectar, whipping his tongue along the petals of her frothing sex to taste every facet of her orgasmic pussy. His stiff prick tensed as he gulped her down, swelling with need. It had to have the tightness of her virgin pussy or it would never be satisfied.

Harry wouldn’t allow that, though. He lifted his head away from the wreck of Molly’s satisfied body, her juices trailing from his lips, and he looked at her meaningfully. Her eyes were crossed; she was in no state to return his gaze. “Now… promise not to tell your parents?”

“Fuck off! I’m still horny, Master. And since I think you just tasted enough of my cunt to last you a lifetime, why don’t you fuck me? Hard?”