Never Have I Ever

Derek: Didn't it feel better in your mouth?

Sasha: I can't remember...let me remind myself...

The banter disappeared, as did Derek's cock into Sasha's mouth. She sucked on him without slurping in an attempt to keep the noise down. Her motions were steady and deliberate, she worked him deftly, incorporating her hands as well to augment his pleasure. Derek moaned softly as the only other sound was the wet noises that escaped out of the corners of her lips. Every now and then, she gasped as she tried her best not to choke, and after every reprieve, she bolted back to working him in full. She would go all the way down on him and hold it until nascent tears ran from the bottom of her eyelids. Her mouth gripped him so snuggly that it was almost as if they had been created as a package deal and split up at birth. Each marveled at the other in very different ways as his cock fluctuated between being visible and not, and Derek's hand rested on the back of her hair throughout the blowjob mostly for the optics, at least until she pulled her head back as she stroked him--

Sasha: Are you getting close?

Derek: No, why? What's wrong?

Sasha: Nothing is wrong, I tasted precum, so I had to ask...can you go more than once in a short period? Or do you think it's best to hold off and save it for the finale?

Derek: Wow...you're thinking that far ahead already?

Sasha: You don't know what I'm thinking...

Derek: I don't, so why don't you tell me...

Sasha: Are we done with the game...

Derek: I'd say yeah, at least on my end...

Sasha: I get it...but I was enjoying the questions...not saying something like this wasn't going to happen anyway...but look where they got us...

Derek: We can keep playing if you want...as long as you swear to me that this is just the warm-up...

Sasha: Oh, I'm just getting started with you...don't worry about that...

Sasha found it hard to talk with his dick down her throat, so she let her actions speak louder than words. Derek could tell from the way she blew him that she was one of those magnificent women that got off on giving head as much the man she was blowing. She kept one hand on at the base of his cock, but she transported the other to his balls and it started to squeeze them ever so slightly. The pressure on his sack conjured up a shiver in Derek, she had caught him off guard, but he adapted rather swiftly to the combination.

His sack was swollen from a day that was filled with teasing and intimate moments, the sweet ones made him ache just as much as the wanted brand of dirty looks, and though he never told her, every time during the day that he had snuck off to piss, he tugged on his foreskin just a bit as he carried the image of Sasha in the wild fresh off the presses of his vision--

Derek: Oh fuck...It's getting close...do you swallow?

Sasha threw the switch back on the whole thing, her hands froze motionlessly in place as she emptied her mouth to say--

Sasha: I do...is that your favorite place to put it?

Derek: Whoa! What are you doing, why did you stop?!

Sasha: To torture you...make you wait for it and squirm...playing hard to get makes me moist between the thighs...you've never seen this side of me...I can be naughty, kinky, and I can also be cruel...I don't know what it is...but I get off on the teasing...and the denial...

Derek: My fucking head is spinning right now..I'm not just saying this to get what I want...I already had blue balls...you can't leave me like this...

Sasha: Is that really a thing? It always seemed like something guys made up to get a pity lay...

Derek: I can assure you that it is very real...there were several times today when I could feel a little sticky spot in my underwear from what you do to me...

Sasha: That's so fucking hot...ugh...the way you want me is...it's very intoxicating and arousing...

Derek: Please don't stop...

Sasha: What if I asked you to beg?

Derek: please-please-please...

Sasha: That was weak...

Derek: You have me in a vulnerable position...my cock is throbbing right now...I can still feel the phantom presence of your lips on it, but it's nowhere near as good...

Sasha started cranking her hands up as she struggled to contain her glee from his begging, she knew she had him wrapped around her finger, even before he admitted as much. She sucked on his head mercilessly as her hands bounced back and forth at warp speed. When she returned a hand to his balls, she could tell that they were ready to make a mess. His hand was politely swatted away as she went all in on him, and the deepthroating that followed had him on the edge of the cliff in no time.

She always seemed to stop right before pushing him over, their connection was uncanny, and apparently that extended to their bedroom activities. Sasha had memorized his tells by now, though she passed it off as some sort of black magic from a succubus. The oral raged on and on and on despite the stopping, but when Sasha took him out again, he feared that this time she was really going to make him beg--

Sasha: You have the perfect cock...it's like Goldilocks...length, girth, hell, even your head is the right size...and thank god you shave down here...

Derek: I'm so close that if you blew on it right now I'd probably do the same...

Sasha: Mmm I'm sure...I've swallowed enough precum by now to line my stomach...

Derek: It's so surreal hearing you talk so filthy...I never took you as a goodie-two-shoes or anything...but...I've seen you say nasty things in my mind so many times...and now here you are...right before my eyes...seconds away from sucking a load out of me...

Sasha: Yeaaah...here's the thing...I have a rule, mister...and I'm not breaking it for anyone...

Derek: Oh fuck..Sasha, please, you're killing me, figuratively and literally...

Sasha: You didn't ask what the rule is...

Derek: Okay, okay, I'll bite, what's the rule?

Sasha: You don't get to cum before I do...

Derek: Oh...that's the rule...even if I promise I can cum again?

Sasha: It's the same with Phil..

Derek: Okay...how do you want to do this...if I put it in you right now, I won't last more than a minute, maybe two...

Sasha: You're getting way ahead of yourself..

Sasha leaned back as she simultaneously pulled her bottom down, she took it down to her ankles and exposed a tight, juicy pussy that was covered in neatly manicured fur. One of her feet escaped through the opening, which allowed her a full range of motion with her legs. She peeled them apart as wide as they could go, and before Derek adjusted to the sight, Sasha started to rub two fingers on her clit as she moaned at a low decibel--

Sasha: Well..what are you waiting for...come and get it...unless you just want to watch me...

Derek: We'll circle back to that later...I'd much rather kiss your other set of lips right now...

He closed the distance in a blink, he led with his tongue as his face teleported between her thighs, and it landed on the crest of her pussy. Sasha drew her fingers back like a curtain, she allowed her free rein over her coochie, which he took to with delight. He proceeded to slay her box with long drawn-out licks that went from north to south completely in a second flat. Sasha's fingers pinched her nipples as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She lost track of herself for a moment, and the more he nibbled and sucked on her clit, the louder she got, almost to the point of raising alarm--

Derek: I can't believe I'm saying this, but keep it down a little, that last moan definitely pierced the tent..

Sasha: (Giggles) Sorry...you're just so good with your mouth, my god that tongue must be dipped in magic...

Derek went right back to what he was doing, he ate her pussy with care and purpose, and Sasha's legs shook in response. His tongue lashed against her labia on repeat, like waves against a boat he carved her up smoothly in an effort to milk an orgasm out of her. They both held their wilder ways in check, at least as best as they could given the circumstances, but the hotter & heavier it got, the more they found this to be nearly impossible. Derek longed to feel the warm rush of her nectar splashing into his mouth, he planned on licking up every drop of it, and he planned on kissing her right after. He went at it about as long as she had sucked him when she abruptly bit down on the top of her shirt. Her legs had wobbled from the beginning, but her whole body shook after he inserted two fingers inside and deployed his mouth solely to her clit--

Sasha: Keep doing that...ohhh....put another finger in...

Derek: Naughty, naughty...you got it...

Her wish was granted, and as he completed the unholy trifecta that would inevitably lead to her release. He curled his tongue on her money spot as he hammered away on her hole that continually stretched out around his fingers, and his mind skipped ahead to what he assumed was coming next. Sasha held out as long as she could, but her orgasm gave out before Derek's jaw got sore. She put both hands over her mouth as she bucked around, Derek held her mostly in place as he licked as if he was unaware that she was cumming. She flailed while hardly shielding the wilderness from her screams that followed, and Derek stopped only so that he could cover her mouth with his once again.

He allowed her a moment to wither into a puddle, which she did, Sasha didn't squirt but she gushed and flooded the immediate area between her legs. Derek took a gander at the damage, feeling proud of himself as he licked around his mouth victoriously. Sasha was even sweeter than he expected, and the melancholy of how special the moment was haunted him while Sasha tried to put what was left of her back together again. Her moaning finally subsided and Derek got on top of her as soon as the shaking seized. They said nothing as he kissed her passionately, but he forked his tongue into her mouth as he made her taste herself.

It was a one-man show at first, Sasha's senses rebooted slowly even as her lips & tongue went rogue of the rest of her system, and it fooled Derek into thinking that she was recovered--

Sasha: Fuck...I love the flavor of my pussy...that doesn't sound too audacious, does it?

Derek: No, not at all...I love how it tastes too...

Sasha: No, not that, I mean saying that my pussy has its own flavor...which...it does, right?

Derek: Haha...you fret too much... there's nothing haughty about liking your own brand, and yes, you do in fact have your flavor as you call it...

Sasha: Mmm...good...now keep kissing me...I want it...

They made out long past the point where he tasted like her, and the only thing that split them up was the mutual desire for his cock to be inside of her. It wasn't said because it didn't need to be, they were a runaway freight train, and the track ran out long ago. The pair undressed hastily, yet quietly, and their clothes were tossed nearby just in case. There was plenty of room to operate, and they laid on their sides on top of Derek's sleeping bag as they kissed again for good measure--

Sasha: Are we really going to do this?

Derek: I want to...more than anything...what about you? Do I hear doubt in your voice?

Sasha: I do...it's just...well, a lot of things, and feelings, and emotions...but the short of it is, yes, I want to do this...

Derek: I hope it doesn't ruin the mood...but please don't feel pressured on my account...I don't want you to do something that you might regret...if you need a minute...take it...

Sasha: I want you so badly that I'm quivering with lust...

Derek put his hand over her chest--

Derek: That baby is racing...we can take it slow...or we can go back to what we were doing before...

Sasha: No..no, this is going to happen...I've wanted you for as long as I've known you...and now here we are...naked...alone...all revved up and ready to go...this is a life moment, these don't come along very often...and I made myself a promise that I was going to stop chickening out...I have some fears, sure...but I can't help but think that he wants this too...

Derek: Do you want to smoke some more before, would that help?

Sasha: I'm good...and you've already made me cum...now it's my turn to return the favor...how do you want me?

Derek: Let's start out like this, just flip over a bit, and I'll do the rest...

Sasha pecked him on the cheek and did a 180 as she faced away from him for the first time all night. Derek's stiffened cock pressed up against her ass cheeks as he moved down her body to put himself in a position to enter her. His hands firmly gripped her breasts as the tip of his cock hovered at the precipice of her pussy--

Sasha: Go slow...I want it to last for as long as it can...

Derek: I have to be honest...with you...that could vary...but I'll do my damnedest to make it an epic...

Sasha: Is it weird that I kind of wish we were doing it outside the tent?

Derek: And you wonder why I'm so into you...

Sasha was so wet from the anticipation that Derek's cock slipped right in with ease. The margins between his equipment and her box were nonexistent, and her pussy squeezed his girth snuggly with a futile resistance as he pushed inch after inch inside until he ran out of inches to give. A gasp escaped past her lips when he bottomed her out, and though he didn't tell her, he felt as if he might cum just from living out the dream he had carried around with him for years. He grinded in and out of her slowly as he asked, kisses were peppered on her neck, and he held her fondly by the tits. She closed her eyes to strengthen her other senses, she took him in as if she was blind and it magnified the sensation that already had her legs starting to shake. Derek picked up the pace a bit as he started to pump her with the full thrust of his hips, though he maintained a rhythm that would keep his own release at bay for the time being.

Her hand made a guest appearance on her clit, and she rubbed it thoroughly and gyrated her fingers around to augment the euphoria that came from being completely and utterly filled. Derek let her do her thing for the moment, but he was a pleaser by nature, and his own hand replaced hers rather quickly. With her hand freed, she placed it on his cheek as she turned her head to kiss him softly when she wasn't moaning. His cock was covered in her juices, as were his fingers, and Sasha greedily pulled his digits off of her clit and fed them into her mouth. She licked and sucked on them all the way up to the knuckle, and she only stopped when they no longer tasted like pussy--

Sasha: I want more...

Derek: Ask and you shall receive...are you ready to switch positions?

Sasha: Just a little longer...but after that, yes...put me any way you want me...

His hands rubbed up and down on her smooth brown skin as he granted her wish. He pushed up inside until there was nowhere to go, he then retracted all the way back to the tip of his cock before he jammed it back again, and Sasha filled his ear with the sweet gospel of copulation.

There were no watches or clocks in their tent, he just naturally knew when it was time to flip her over, and he did. Sasha propped herself up on all fours as she waited with a wicked grin to be taken from behind. Derek crawled on his knees until he was in position behind her, he slapped both of her ass cheeks pretty hard, and she turned around and gave him a look as she placed a finger over her lips--

Sasha: Not so hard...it feels good...but that was loud...

Derek: Sorry about that, my hands, they have a mind of their own...especially when there's a big, plump booty in my face...

Sasha: Get that big dick back inside of me...

Derek: Only if you say please...

Sasha: Oh, fuck you...

Derek: You already are...

Sasha: Not at the moment...

Her sass and their mutual banter acted as an aphrodisiac, not that they needed the boost, but the delay in the reunion was swiftly put to an end as he reinserted himself into her pussy that had loosed up a bit from the first round. He gripped her by the hips after he pushed her face down into the sleeping bag and pulled her ass up further into the air for the perfect angle. Derek wanted to pound her into oblivion, but between wanting to elongate their midnight rendezvous and to keep the ruckus inside the tent, he plowed into her with more finesse than reckless abandon as he used her waist for leverage. Their bodies collided with the repetitious clapping of skin-on-skin friction that was inevitable during fucking, Derek laid into her with the full force of his hips as he did everything within his ability to guarantee that Sasha would be sore for the rest of the weekend. After he battered her to the point that she started to shake, he leaned in over her, his chest pressed down on her back, and he grabbed her by the hair as he pulled her entire head back and whispered in her ear--

Derek: You're mine now...never forget that...

Sasha: (Strained) Never...this pussy is yours...

Sasha egged him on with sailor talk that wasn't uncharacteristic per se, though he was used to her dirty tongue in other settings, and the paradigm shift was welcomed but not acknowledged. He switched his hands from her hips to her shoulders, and the punishment he delivered after was the most intense beating her pussy had ever taken. Their primitive urges and carnal intentions overtook their inhibitions of being discreet, Derek pulled on her with every ounce of his strength as he buried his cock deep inside of the place that he wanted to claim like the top of an unconquered mountain.

Her dimensions changed over the course of the pounding, and her pussy now accommodated him as if it was destined. Off of his knees and up on bent legs, he continued to rearrange her insides until he felt her pussy trying to squeeze him out. It only made him want to hit her even harder, he knew her orgasm was imminent, and once hers was conjured up, he could release his own. The scene was hot and heavy in more ways than the obvious, sweat rolled down their bodies and Derek dripped onto her back and ass as he pummeled her with the culmination of years of pent-up lust and daydreams of 'what ifs'.

Sasha's body quivered in a way that he could sense wasn't from their collision, her hands grasped the sleeping bag so tightly that her knuckles went white and she struggled to keep her lower half up off of the floor. Derek took longer, broader strokes as he prepared himself for the gushing of her pussy, and every fiber of her being betrayed that she too was ready to go all to pieces--