Welcome to Syrus Ch. 03

"Keve, please..."

His tongue dips into my pussy again and my legs twitch.

"Oh, please!"

And then he breathes on my clit. I start shaking and arch my back. It's at this moment that I realise that he has been drawing circles on my pussy, starting big and going smaller and smaller, until he zeroed in on my clit. His tongue worries my over-sensitive button and I let out a scream. God, I've been waiting for this! Like electrical shocks, the jolts of pleasure hit me one after another. I scream, I shake uncontrollably and still, Keve doesn't stop. His tongue begins to flatter which sends some entirely different nerve endings haywire. I come a second time and a third, the delicious pressure and his hot breath keeping me riding the high and not letting go. My legs collapse to the sides suddenly turned into jelly. My entire body is one pulsating nerve ending. I am so hypersensitive that the strokes of this tongue feel somewhere on the edge between pleasure and pain.

"Stop, please stop," I hear myself beg and my voice sounds raw and foreign, not of this world. I don't think I have come so intensely in my life, ever!

Mercifully, Keve stops. I hear the clicking of a belt as he removes the last item of clothing and then I feel his naked body behind me, surrounding me in a warm embrace. My heart is hammering in my chest and I have trouble breathing. His hands stroke my back, my sides, my arms, every shivering part of me, soothing me. He whispers something in my ear which I'm too dazed to understand.

We lie like this for a long time until I have regained some kind of sanity. I turn to him and place a shaky kiss on his lips. He tastes like me and the reminder of why that is gets me all stirred up again. He pulls me up so I can straddle him without releasing my mouth. His hands stroke my back, gently at first, then more demanding, reaching down to grab my butt possessively. I can feel how wet I am and I must be dripping on his stomach but it doesn't seem to bother him and I'm too lost in the moment to care. His proximity has ignited the fire in me again, but this time I want him to be the one to lose control.

I release his lips to explore the whole of him. His upper body is so wide that I can comfortably place my hands to lean on and there is still enough delicious flesh to kiss and caress. His chest is covered with just a hint of dark hairs here and there. I drive my fingers over them and marvel at the fuzzy feel. His skin is warm and smooth under my lips and his smell, musky and male, makes me squirm. As I inch down his hard stomach I play with his belly button which elicits a chuckle. The big guy is ticklish! I have so many torture plans in my head already! They can wait for another time though, this journey has a different destination right now. I move lower and have to stop to stare as Keve's cock comes into view.

Wow!

He notices me staring and gives me a half smile.

"I'm a bit...hm," he looks almost embarrassed, "a bit bigger than average."

Back when I was on Earth, Ellie, my roommate in college, took me to a sex shop. We had been talking and I had mentioned that I'd never seen one from the inside so she felt compelled to enlighten me. We had been in there for no longer than five minutes when the sales guy walked up to us. 'Girls, you need to feel this,' he said and before I could react he took my hand and slapped a huge pink dildo against my palm. When I tried to close my hand around it, my fingers barely met and with my two fists around it, there was still plenty uncovered. Apparently, the guy's only intention had been to demonstrate a new silky material called "real skin" which covered the surface of the dildo. But for all the nice, warm feel of it, I had been petrified by the idea of that huge toy inside me.

Staring at Keve and his "a bit bigger than average" sends my blood racing just as it did that day. Only this time there is a tingling anticipation below the layers of fear. I want him inside me. But first...

I lean down and wrap my hand around Keve's girth. My fingers almost close but only almost. As I look up Keve is staring at me and his eye are hungry and weary at the same time. Does he think I would chicken out?! I give his shaft a tentative lick and it twitches upwards as if to greet me. That's all the encouragement I need. I take the head in my mouth and the throaty groan I receive makes my heart skip a beat. I love the silky texture of his cock on my tongue and the faint salty taste. I work on the head for a while, using my right hand to stroke his shaft up and down in unison with the suction I apply at the top. Then I take him in deep, as deep as can until the tip hits the back of my throat. He grunts in surprise and when I start to hum he actually growls. I pull off and take him back in again, let him feel the vibrations of my throat when I have him deep inside, then start all over again.

I'm rewarded by a steady flow of pleasure noises from Keve. I thought I was wet before, but the pleasure of giving pleasure has gotten me so hot that my juices are flowing down my thighs. The next time I go down a heavy hand appears at the back of my neck keeping me there. Keve's hips jug forward, stuffing his cock deeper in my throat, gagging me. The noises are obscene and I know that if I could touch myself I would come right then. Keve's hand releases me slightly so I can take a breath and then stuffs my mouth full again. One deep trust, two and I hear him swear as hot jets of cum hit the back of my throat and fill my mouth. His hand loosens and I pull away enough to breathe but not too much so I can drink every drop. When he finishes I let his cock pop out of my mouth, stunned that is it still semi-hard.

Keve's hands lock under my shoulders and he pulls me up to lie on him again. He has a satisfied grin on his face which I return in full. I lean down and kiss his neck and his jaw. He takes my lips in a head-spinning kiss. Thank God, a guy who can stomach his own taste!

His hands are on my backside again, spreading my cheeks. His fingers slide easily between them as if I have been dipped in oil. He shifts slightly and I can feel his cock rub on my well lubricated pussy lips. I squirm on top of him and let out a moan as he bumps over my swollen clit. He is already hard again and I have been teased enough for one day. I place my knees on either side of Keve's hips and raise up. I place one hand on his chest for balance and with the other, I direct his cock towards my weeping pussy.

"June, wait," Keve says. He sounds worried. "We should take this slow."

I shake my head at him and rub the tip over my entrance, slicking it with my juices. I haven't been any wetter in my life and I am so aroused I can't think clearly. I want to feel Keve inside me and I'm not waiting anymore.

I sink onto him slowly. His is impossibly large and the confused tissue of my pussy struggles to accommodate him. I lift myself up to let my body adjust and then start again. I have to do this a few times as my pussy stretches and the burning sensation slowly abates. Finally, my pelvic bone connects to the base of his cock and I smile my victory at Keve. I feel so deliciously full that I am almost sure I would come the second I move. Keve's hands lock on my hips and he trusts up gently. I moan and move my hips with him. Every trust is pure pleasure. In and out he goes and I lose my mind completely. I hear my screams resonate through the room and I can't recognise my own voice. I feel the pressure building in my core, growing bigger and bigger by the second. There is no control left in me, just the feel of Keve's cocks spreading me, filling me, possessing me fully.

"Oh please!"

I beg but I don't know for what.

"Yes, please. Keve!"

I come with his name on my lips, my pussy contracting around him, milking his cock. He shouts out his own release as I collapse on top of him in a sweaty, incoherent mess. His heavy breathing is lifting my body up and down as I lie there, completely spent. I can feel the hammering of his heart in his chest and the sound is strangely soothing. With my nose on his neck, I breathe in his scent one more time before my mind finally slips into oblivion.