Page 72 of Meet Stan

She let out something akin to an eager, plaintive whimper when I hooked my fingers into the hem of her panties and tugged them down a few inches. Bit by bit, her sweet pussy was fully revealed to me.

“Your pussy smells so good,” I growled. I pulled her panties down to her ankles and then she stepped out of them, bracing her hands on my shoulders for balance.

I pulled the dress up, over her body, stripping her naked. My mouth enveloped her breast, suckling on the nipple I’d tormented earlier. My hands swept around to her ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks. I spread them wide open as I worked over her nipple.

I moved my mouth down to her belly, kissing the sensitive flesh there. I ran my tongue over her sweet skin, then went further still.

I pulled her down on top of me, laying on my back. I arranged it so she sat on my face. I exulted in the sensation of her sweet, dripping wet folds enveloping my lips and tongue. I thrust my face up into her pussy, licking and sucking all her sweet juices.

“Oh god,” she cried, hands braced on the headboard. “That feels so good.”

I worked her over with my lips and tongue, sucking, licking, getting thoroughly drenched in her ambrosia like pussy juice. She came and squirted all over me, which was like being anointed with holy oil.

She collapsed on her side, panting heavily as her body shook from aftershock orgasms. I used my discarded shirt to wipe my face, and then kissed her deeply. She eagerly met it, and her hand on my rigid cock let me know she was far from finished.

“So,” she purred up at me with a shy smile. “How’s that swing thing work?”

“I’ll show you.”

I slid out of bed, taking her hand and gently tugging her into a sitting position. Her legs were a little wobbly from her recent climax. I turned her back toward the swing and then arched my brows.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes—oh!”

I picked her up under the haunches and gently placed her in the swing. She was nervous at first, but gradually relaxed when she realized it easily supported her weight.

“This is… different,” she said.

“Different good or different bad?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Maybe you should start doing stuff to me and we’ll see where it goes.”

I went to the shelf and selected what looked like a silicone brush handle, with a sculpted cone arched upward at the end. Her eyes widened.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s a fun little toy.” I grabbed my throbbing cock and just took in the sight of her magnificent naked body splayed out before me. She’d hooked her thighs into the support straps, and now hung suspended with her pussy wide open.

I ran the big crown of my cock through her pussy lips. She moaned, shifting her weight to make the swing move toward me. I grabbed one of the suspension straps and held her steady as I slid my cock between her well-lubed labia. Her mouth flew open in a deep guttural moan as I glided in all the way.

I took the suction device and placed it over her nipple. I flipped on the switch and started thrusting at the same time. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she cried out sharply.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned, her pussy spasming around my cock as I pulled it in and out of her. With her weight supported by the swing, every thrust glided smooth and even. I squinted my eyes with the effort of not blowing my wad right away. I loved fucking her sweet pussy.

I turned off the suction device and moved it to the opposite nipple. She whimpered as I flipped it back on. Her hands gripped the suspension straps tightly as I used the swing to aid in my thrusts. I pulled her toward me on the way in, and pushed her away on the path back out.

“Oh god,” she groaned. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum so hard—”

She screamed, a long, high-pitched cry punctuated by the rhythmic slap of our sweaty bodies. I fucked her harder and brought the suction device down to her clitoris at last. I flipped on the switch. Her mouth flew open, and her breasts thrust upward as she sucked in a huge gasp of air.

She let it out as a wailing, undulating scream, shivering like mad in the sex swing. I slammed into her with powerful thrusts, struggling not to blow inside of her yet. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I came like a monster inside of her.

I flipped off the suction device and let it lay on her belly. I leaned on the straps, my cock still buried inside of her, and caressed Ivy’s cheek.

She hung there in the swings, shaking and trembling like a bowl of jelly. I caressed her breasts and she cried out, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she came again.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, they just keep coming.”

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