Strawberries, or Charlotte’s surprise visit

by BrooklynObserver

Charlotte is as horny a person as I am. I know this to be a fact.

She can be wet at a moment’s notice — like her libido is always on stand-by, just waiting for a button to be pressed. And then she’s ready.

By my estimate, she masturbates more than I do. She can’t help it; sometimes she just needs to come. This, I think, is why we get along so well.

So when she texted me saying she’d like to stop by between classes, I had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind. Come on over, I replied.

Charlotte is a few years younger than me, in her junior year of college, but neither of us notices the age difference much. We’re just two similarly horny people trying to get by.

I straightened up the living room and made my bed while I waited for her to show up. When I got her first text, something stirred in between my legs; the mere appearance of her in my consciousness can be enough to turn me on. I sat and imagined her soft lips, and the way she gets bashful when she knows I want her. I imagined the feel of her breasts through her shirt and bra, and the wet warmth I would feel through her panties when I made my way down there.

The doorbell surprised me, and I jumped up to get the door, forgetting about my hardon.

Charlotte stood in the doorway, her cheeks flushed from the bike ride over. Her long dark brown hair fell over her shoulders in big tumbling curls. She smiled at me and took a few steps into the room.

“This a bad time?” she asked, glancing at the slight bulge in my jeans, narrowing her eyes in play-suspicion. She smirked at me and pushed past into the kitchen.

I followed her, admiring the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her yellow sundress. As she poured herself a glass of water, I came up behind her and put my hands around her waist.

“I was thinking about you,” I whispered in her ear, her thick hair tickling my nose. “I was thinking about how I wanted to see you.” I ran my hands up her sides, feeling the warm glow of her perspiration. “I was thinking about the feeling of your body.” My hands made their way to her breasts, cupping their fullness through her dress and bra. I peeked over her shoulder and down into her cleavage. The sun coming through the kitchen window illuminated the space between her breasts, her skin set afire by the yellow glow of the fabric.
She closed her eyes and sighed as I massaged her breasts gently through her bra. Her breasts are very sensitive, and she loves when I give them attention. I kissed her neck and told her to go get undressed in the living room.

“No,” she said. “I want you in the bedroom. And I want you naked first.”

When Charlotte wants something, all signs of shyness disappear. She states plainly what she wants, and she gets it. She gets turned on when I put up a fight, but I invariably give in.

We walked to the bedroom and she stood in front of the door with her arms folded, smiling wryly at me as I took off my clothes. She let out a low groan at the sight of my cock, like the sound someone makes when they get a massage. I stood before her stiffening slowly, watching her beautiful eyes devour each inch of my penis.

“Don’t move,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. She grabbed my ass and pulled me so that my growing erection brushed against her face. She pushed it around with her nose, letting her moist lips brush against it. When I was fully hard, she let my cock fall heavily on her forehead, breathing lightly against my balls.

My cock throbbed excitedly as she took my balls one at a time into her hot hungry mouth. She mumbled things I couldn’t discern as she worked each of them with her tongue, the weight of my erection rubbing against her nose and forehead.

“You taste good, baby,” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock, smiling at me.

The sight of her breasts jiggling in her bra as she slowly jacked me off was driving me crazy. I needed to get her naked.

“You looking at my tits?” she said, giving them a look herself. “You’re just gonna have to wait for those.” With that, she spit a big glob of saliva onto the head of my cock and began sliding her hand up and down the length of me. “You like watching me rub your cock baby?” she cooed. “I bet you love watching. I bet you wanna watch me take it into my mouth.”

I groaned and told her I wanted to feel her mouth around me. I watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, her puffy red lips wrinkling as they stretched around my shaft, her big hazel eyes never leaving mine. Her lips made me think of strawberries. She sucked me hard, her eyes looking hungry, mumbling answers to my dirty questions as she went.

“You like having my big cock in your mouth?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Can you take it deeper?”

“Mmmgkmmhmm.”

After a few minutes of this, she stood up abruptly and kissed me hard on the mouth. I took the opportunity to get my hands under her skirt and pulled it up over her head in one fluid motion. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor. Without taking my eyes off hers I pushed her dark pink panties to the floor. She gasped at the suddenness of her nudity, standing in the middle of my bedroom, with nothing to hide behind.

I pulled her body against mine and kissed her deeply. She let out a short moan against my mouth. Her supple breasts pressed against my skin, nipples growing hard. I began kissing my way down her neck to her shoulders, my hands caressing her smooth, round ass. Once I reached her breasts I took the tip of each into my mouth and licked smooth circles around her rosy nipples. Charlotte bit her lip and groaned.

Her nipples are big and dark, and with the proper attention they stand out from her breasts like sentinels. I sucked each of them hard and watched her cheeks flush.

“Oh fuck that feels nice,” she sighed. “I love when you suck my tits.”

I felt a chill run down my spine to my balls when she said tits. It was just a teaser for how dirty I knew her mouth would get when we really got going.

Once I was done with her breasts, I worked my way down over her stomach, kissing her navel on the way, until I reached her neat little patch of pubic hair. I squeezed her ass as I nuzzled her dark bush. The scent of her pussy rose to me like a pleading invitation. I accepted and lowered my lips to her wet pink folds, kissing her lips like one would a lover’s forehead. Charlotte looked down at me hungrily, biting her lower lip, begging me to give her pussy what it wanted.

Again, I accepted. How could I not? I buried my mouth in the wetness of her pussy, my tongue systematically working its way around, my chin instantly covered in her juices. After a moment of exploration, I honed in on her clit. Charlotte is crazy about having her clit worked over, and it’s always ready, so I set right to it.

With her lips in my mouth I circled her swollen knob firmly with the tip of my tongue. She wriggled against me and arched her back.

“Yes baby. Yes. Right there. Suck my clit,” she moaned, her tits rocking back and forth with each buck of her body.

I answered, but my words were lost as vibrations against her soaked pussy. The pitch of her voice sounded like she was getting close to her destination, so I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face yet harder against her crotch.

“Oh baby, eat that pussy. Keep going,” she moaned. “You’re gonna fucking make me cum all over your face.”

The sound of her ravenously horny voice made me want to push her over the edge into orgasm even worse, so I doubled my speed and reached up and squeezed her bouncing tits. They were soft in my hands like dough, with her nipples poking my palms. Her moans turned to desperate screams as she let me thrust her into orgasm.

“Oh fuck baby. Oh fuck,” she said through gritted teeth. “Here I fucking come.”

The orgasm thrashed through her body like a rip-tide. her back arched and her hips rocked against my face. I felt the waves of it pass through her as she ground her clit against my mouth.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” she said, giggling, as her orgasm subsided. Her cheeks were flushed rosy red to match her nipples and she bit her lower lip. “I just came so hard.”

“I know you did. It was fucking hot,” I replied, licking her juices off of my lips. She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues intertwining. She likes to taste herself after she comes.

Suddenly she shoved me down onto the bed and pulled herself up to the level of my cock.

“Now you’re gonna come for me,” she said, wrapping her soft fingers around my erection. She began to jerk me off roughly, staring into my eyes. “You better fucking come.”

She leaned down and spit loudly onto the head of my cock. We watched it slide down my shaft and she resumed work with her hands, squeezing my balls while she jerked me off with increasing intensity. I grunted and groaned, telling her how much I liked her hands around me. She responded by speeding her strokes even more.

“You feel so big in my hand,” she said under her breath as she squeezed me. “I can feel it throbbing.”

“I want you to suck my cock again,” I said.

“Is that an order?” she asked coyly.

“Yes.”

Charlotte licked her red lips and looked down at my erection pointing up at her, as if sizing it up. She took just the head into her mouth at first, but once she’d gotten that nice and wet, she took more of me. With each bob of her head, she took another half-inch of my shaft down her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed my hips toward her. She looked up at me, asking with her eyes if I liked what she was doing.

“Can you take me all the way in?”

“Mmmhmm”

I watched as she took more and more of my length down her throat, her eyes widening as she neared the end, her effort tangible. She slid the last half-inch of my cock into her mouth and I felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat. With wide eyes, she held me there for a moment and slid me out of her mouth with a gasp. I groaned hungrily as she jerked me off while catching her breath.

“Oh baby, if you keep that up I’m gonna come,” I grunted. Her hand was wrapped tightly around my wet cock, the blood throbbing in my veins, her beautiful, trusting eyes gazing up at me. I felt like I could come at any moment.

With this, she thrust my cock back into her mouth, taking me all the way in and all the way out a few times. I threw my head back, groaning her name over and over, pulling her head towards me gently by her hair. Her eyes didn’t leave mine.

When I told her I was really going to cum soon, she loudly popped my cock out of her mouth and began jerking me off roughly against her breasts.

“You gonna come for me baby?” she said through her teeth. “You wanna come on my tits?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“You wanna come all over my tits? Let me see you come baby.”

Charlotte’s breasts jiggled and bounced as her hand stroked up and down my shaft. She stared up at me with a beautiful ravenous intensity. I felt the orgasm rising in my balls, as if from a long way off. Like a train on its way. I surrendered to its arrival, groaning with my head thrown back.

“Oh fuck I’m coming baby!”

“Fuck yes, come for me.”

I looked down just in time to see the first powerful spurt of cum travel the distance between my cock and her face, landing squarely on her bright red lips. Like strawberries and cream, I thought in that uncanny mid-orgasm clearing. The second shot draped itself over her breasts, and the next few hit her nipples.

“Ooh baby. Come all over my tits,” she cooed, licking the cum from her lips, squeezing the last slow waves of it from my cock onto her smooth, soft breasts. She licked the last drop from my head and smiled a giddy smile up at me, as much with her eyes as with her mouth.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” I said, letting out a deep sigh.

She pulled herself up and kissed me on the mouth. “No, thank you.”