Finally, he had a day where nothing needed to be done. There was nothing on the entertainment agenda, and only this day left in his staycation. Even his new roommate, an incredibly sexy French girl he met at a club, was sleeping late, enjoying the last few lazy days of her vacation in Florida.

He’d woken early and quietly extricated himself from her arms to get a cup of coffee and start his go-to choice of fun on such do-nothing days: gaming. He powered up his Sony Switch game system, logged onto his favorite MMO, World of Warcraft, and was immediately thrown into battle with hundreds of other players worldwide.

He kept the volume down, mainly because he couldn’t locate his headphones, and without them, he risked waking Renee. Missing the violent atmosphere of explosions and gunfire, he was just about to go find them when he heard her in the bathroom. Deciding he’d have a better chance of continuing his game if he were actually playing it, rather than rooting around for his headgear, he stayed put and battled on.

Then she walked into his living room wearing nothing but a long, colorful T-shirt that just barely covered her crotch, when she wasn’t holding it up to put it on display; barely being the operative word for her hairless mons.  

“Good morning, Michael. Are you going to eat my poossy?” she invited in that delicious French accent. He loved the way she said the word pussy.

He never thought he’d ever say no to such a request, but the girl was insatiable. Up till this point, he’d loved the fact that she wanted seemingly endless sex. It started when they met and danced at the club. It was she who pressed her body into his during a long, slow dance, grinding her crotch into the tumescent bulge in his tight black jeans, her hand on his ass pulling him in even tighter.

They left for his apartment shortly after, and they were hardly in the door when she started undressing him, while shucking off her outer clothes at the same time. Both down to their underwear while still in the kitchen, he’d offered her something to drink, but she took his hand and led him to the bedroom; not hard to find in a two-bedroom apartment.

Still leading in the bedroom, she turned to kiss him, but was soon dropping to her knees to stroke his cock through his boxers, only letting them get in the way for a few moments. Standing tall in more ways than one, he was quickly taken into her mouth, where she sucked every last drop of his salty seed from him.

His turn to lead, he gave her similar treatment, kissing his way down her petite body and removing her underwear on the way. With his mouth attached to her pussy, she loved when he pulled her forward to be standing over his face while he licked her voraciously. Her hips moved to accentuate certain stimuli: splaying her pussy lips over his mouth, rocking her hips to have his tongue traverse her slit, and further to include his chin and nose. She’d later tell him this was something new to her, and her juice smeared all over his face added an exciting visual element to her climax.

The following afternoon, she asked to do it again when he suggested she sit on his face this time. A variation on the theme and another first for her, she let herself be led, straddling his body till her pretty little pussy was directly over his mouth. It didn’t take long for her to realize she had even more control, as his face remained mostly stationary, and seeing that he enjoyed it too, she didn’t just sit; she danced on his face. Her lithe body exploited her dominant position, grinding her pussy into his face. That first time, she came twice before she realized his cock was ready for more and slid down his torso to ride him to their mutual satisfaction.

Michael loved facesitting, seeing it as a way to provide the pleasure he loved to give while also ceding a level of control to his lover, letting them decide when to be gentle and when to go crazy. He’d only had one girl who didn’t like it, telling him it was too much work, and he surmised her excess weight had something to do with it.

When he’d introduced Renee to facesitting, her enthusiasm drove him to give even more. He loved the way her limber body moved above him and how she vocalized her pleasure in that outrageous French accent! Eventually, her words of joy turned to whimpers and moans of utter bliss that, despite her pleasure, went on and on, somehow managing to last longer than most girls to reach that nirvana, but when she did, her whole body shook and quaked.

This time, however, his generosity backfired as Renee wanted to do it over and over again, and taking a bit longer than others to cum, he’d be worn out with the effort to keep his tongue engaged. Cumming twice was the norm, but once, when she’d climaxed four times, he could barely speak after.

“Oh, Michael! Your tongue is so tired from eating my poossy?” she questioned with a laugh. He loved hearing her say such things with her sexy accent.

He’d heard her in the bathroom and seen her coming out of the corner of his eye. He was torn between wanting to continue his war game and seeing her sensational body again.

Her long, straight black hair framed a pretty face, with bluish-grey eyes, a button nose, and a small mouth with slender lips that formed a sexy smile over perfect teeth.

Barely five feet tall, she had what he considered a perfect body. Slim and toned, there wasn’t an ounce of extra fat, yet all her curves attracted attention. He preferred small tits, and hers met the requirement to be more than a mouthful. Her narrow waist provided a counterpoint to her swelling hips and small, but perfectly round, bottom with a deep cleft between. Slender legs drew the eye up to the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

Two lips emerged from between her velvety smooth thighs, that, until pried apart, hid all the delicate bits within their silky pinkness. The well-defined slit just begged for a finger to explore inside. Her always smoothly shaved mound added to the appeal for eager tongues.

Considered skinny in France, Renee had come to the U.S. with high hopes of attracting men. She’d heard that American men tended to be a little more sex focused than the French, and having just come off a rather staid relationship with a man who just treated her nicely, she was looking for someone more exciting. Not even of drinking age yet, she was looking to expand on her limited experience.

She’d only been moderately successful, mostly meeting men who were friends of the relatives she was staying with, who were more respectful than she wanted. The one she did get a little crazy with said it was out of deference to her uncle, that he’d taken a few days to respond to her overt desires.

When she saw Michael at the club, she had a feeling he was the one. With sandy blonde hair and a toned athletic physique, she noticed the lascivious way he looked at her when she was showing more than just dance moves on the dance floor. Tired of waiting for someone else to make a move, she went right up to him and pulled him onto the dance floor. He was a bit spastic with anything fast, but she would hold out for a slow dance to see if he had the moves she wanted.

She was grateful that it was a rather long, slow song, even though she’d gotten things started quickly, pressing her body to his and getting the kind of response she was looking for. Soon, his hands were all over her without being too grabby as he pushed back. On her hips, pulling her against the lump in his pants when he reached back and moved one hand down to her ass. The other hand followed quickly, and soon the crowded dance floor provided some cover for their groping. An hour later, she was painting his face with her wet pussy as she stood over him and immediately following, on her back in his bed with his cock in her tight pussy.

This was what she came here for. An attractive young man, who seemed to share her limitless desire for sexual pleasures, and who had shown her something new that allowed her to drive the intensity. She found she could bring herself almost to the point of climax and back away for a minute or two, only to start the climb again. When she finally let herself cum, it was like an explosion inside that her new lover knew just how to draw out until another cycle started again.

“Good morning, Michael. Are you going to eat my poossy?”

“No, I’m playing,” he replied simply, but knew she wouldn’t accept that as his final answer.

“No, you were playing!” she said as she stepped up on the sofa and wrapped a leg around his neck to shove her pussy first into his cheek, and then against his neck, giggling provocatively.

“Lemme just finish this game?” he said, starting to break down with the scent and feeling of her wet pussy on his neck and her infectious laugh. “Ohhh! I can’t see!” he cried when she pushed his head back to sit on top of his head first, then slide down to the side of his face.

“All you need to see is my poossy!”

He turned his face first to lick, then nibble on the soft lips of her pretty pussy, but after less than a minute, “Enough!”

“No! And now …” she said as she turned toward the TV and sat hard on his face, smothering him. “Oh! You exploded!” she said, confirming what he suspected of his fate in the war from the sound only.

“You’re crazy!” he mumbled into her steamy slit. He pushed her up, saying, “Come here!” He moved to the end of the sofa, where a chaise lounger provided a better playing surface. He lay down with his hands up, making his surrender official.

“Yes! I am coming!” she giggled, finally getting what she wanted.

Renee moved into what was now a familiar position. With Michael’s hands between her legs and behind her, holding her cute little butt, she fed him her poossy again, her immediate soft mews a testament to his ability even in the early stages when soft kisses and nibbles of her tender lips got her started up.

“Your tongue, please, Michael?” she said in a squeaky voice and started rocking her hips forward and back, his tongue and chin spreading her lips apart as they passed through the slippery wet valley. He remained motionless, a toy to satisfy the desire she’d awoken with.

This was one of the things she loved about Michael. He could be sucking and munching on her pussy when she wanted it, or like this, where he held still so she could crush him beneath her as she scraped her pussy against all his facial features. She’d done something similar during her self-love sessions, using a pillow to provide the needed friction, but his face was so much more; his tongue soft and wet, his chin hard and even a little scratchy if he hadn’t shaved, or his nose protruding and penetrating.

She brought herself right to the edge with everything quivering inside her, and backed off, calling out Michael’s name, his cue to resume his more tender touches. Kissing, licking, and nibbling her petite lips had her whimpering again, soft squeaks between panting breaths starting her up again.

Enjoying her taste and musky aroma, he questioned his sanity in turning her down initially, though he enjoyed the way she’d ultimately seduced him. Climbing onto his shoulders and feeling her soft, wet lips on the back of his neck is what started changing his mind. He was more than happy to have shown her something new, loving the way she reacted, both in words and in actions.

“Oh, Michael! Eat my poossy! Eat me … eat … oh, ohh, ohhh! Oh yeah!” she cried, allowing herself to cum untypically early, but she knew he’d give her another. ‘He always gives me another,’ she thought as her body quivered inside, his lips kissing between hers with random flicks of his tongue.

His hands reached up for her small but enticing tits, and gentle caresses quickly became hard squeezes when she pressed them into his palms, her body purring again. They moved together, his tongue always right where she wanted it as her hips glided in random patterns over his face. Her breathing was erratic with mewls, moans, and groans escaping between huffs.

She was close again, her squeaky voice giving it away, but she pulled back, and he followed. He let her edge herself over and over, the time between near misses shrinking with each cycle. When she lifted off him, he’d stab his tongue into her dripping tunnel, maintaining the connection and savoring the taste, but soon her tender lips would be back in his mouth.

Right on the cusp, she pounded his head into the cushion with her bouncing and shrieked loud enough for anyone in the building up early enough on a quiet Sunday morning to hear when she came. She shivered as he licked up the milky nectar, voicing his appreciation for her gift.

His head at the foot end of the chaise, she climbed off, turned around, and got back on with her ass in his face. Sitting again, she took a few moments to enjoy the new orientation and some playful smacks on her tight bottom before turning her attention to the bulge in his shorts. She ran her hands up and down the long ridge formed in his shorts a few times before pulling the drawstring open and sliding her hand inside. She giggled when he gasped into her pussy at the touch.

Her hand on his dick was a welcome distraction, having remained hard as nails since she’d shoved her pussy into his face while he was still playing his game. She had a small mouth and tight lips, but he looked forward to them being wrapped around him.

Her fingers toyed with his cock while she realized the benefit as well, selfishly loving the extra attention he somehow afforded her pussy and ass with her giving. Shaking her hips from side to side mimicked his movements, exaggerating them, and she knew he loved seeing her cheeks jiggling. Returning to her previous tactic, she took all he gave until she was so close and pulled her toy away.

She sat hard on his face for the stability needed to remove his shorts, giggling as his cock popped up when she pushed them down past his upraised hips. He hadn’t worn underwear since the first night, and she took it as an indication that he was always ready for her.

With his shorts down at his knees, both hands came into play with one on his sac and teasing between his legs, while the other glided lightly over his length. She was ready to use her mouth, but Michael’s nibbling and licking were threatening to reach a peak again. Again, she let it build until another second would have sent her over the edge and pulled away, distracting them both with taking him in her mouth.

The tactic worked, and he could feel her heavy breathing on the tip of his dick, telling him he’d almost gotten her that time. With her lips and tongue lavishing his glans with attention, he knew he wouldn’t last long and wanted to be sure they came together, but she made it difficult. Lying his shaft on his belly, she licked the underside from glans to balls and back several times before taking it into her mouth.

Ready for another climax, her hips rocked forward and back, grinding her slit against his whole face, knowing how much he liked it. He grabbed her ass, guiding her over his face, while pulling her down onto it with increasing force.

Each of them gasping for breath with their mouths otherwise engaged, they rocketed toward a mutual orgasm, with Michael coming a couple of seconds before her. Her ass, that had been shaking with the strain of holding it back, now fell on his face, inadvertently smothering him until he lifted her off. With gentle nibbles and strokes, each gave a little to prolong the other’s bliss.

“Mmm, Renee!” he started, while he slurped her joy juice, “That – was the – best yet!”

“Ohhh, for me too, Michael!” she murmured, as she continued stroking him, wanting him hard again. “But now I want your cog in my poossy!” She’d fallen onto his body with the climax, but now sat up, knowing that despite her hand stroking and tongue licking him, wiping his face with her wet lips would be what got him ready.

After a few minutes, their efforts were rewarded, and she giggled after kissing and licking the tip again. She tried to get up, but as a tease, he pulled her down onto him again, where a brisk side-to-side swiping of her now-tender lips had her moaning her protest.

“Michael! Please!” she begged and moved off his face at the first sign of him relenting.

Turning back to face him, she bent down to kiss him, licking some of her sticky residue off his face, and smiling at the taste. Again, he pulled her in for more, receiving a scolding for trying to distract her.

Finally free of his grasp, she slid down his body, taking his freshly erect cog in hand and stroking it a few times as though measuring its readiness. She smiled as she guided it to her pussy, asking him if he wanted to fok her. One long exhale accompanied her sliding down onto him, as though he were pushing the air out of her with the penetration.

He gasped as well, loving the feeling of her oh-so-tight pussy enveloping him. He squirmed a bit while her hips shifted to get the full measure.

“Ohhh!” she moaned as she slowly lifted almost off, before dropping back a bit quicker. Repeating this pattern a few times, she whimpered and mumbled the occasional French expletive as the incredible sensation built. She’d gasp a bit louder when he pushed up on her descent, making it a more forceful intrusion.

With the facesitting and his willingness to give, she’d never cum so many times in such a short period, but she tried to save enough of herself to truly enjoy this, to her, final act. The combination of a tender pussy and her desire to repay his extraordinary generosity increased her pleasure manifold.

Though being on top gave her a certain measure of control, he could easily override it with stabbing upward thrusts. He loved how her already high-pitched voice got squeaky when she was close to cumming, and the view of his cock disappearing inside her drove his enjoyment to new heights. Wanting her to cum once before they came together, he put his hand on her bare mound with his thumb rubbing her clit. Like a switch that opened the floodgates, it didn’t take long.

“Oh! Ohh, Michael! I’m cum … cum … cum,” she cried, and before she could get the whole word out, it hit.

She fell forward to lie atop his body, while hers trembled and shook. Eventually, only quivers remained, and she lifted her head off his chest and kissed him lovingly, wondering at that moment how she was going to return home to no one and no sex like with Michael. Her eyes were plaintive as he started up again, pushing slowly, gently inside her.

With her hands on his chest, she rose above, but still looking directly into his eyes while contributing ever-increasing movements to their mutual goal. Her fatigue was starting to show, so he assisted by taking hold of her hips, lifting her as the pace quickened.

Sitting up, she engaged fully, rising from his retreat and falling hard on his attack. His eyes darted back and forth between hers and the sight of her milky cum frothing around his lunging cock.

The sights, the sounds, and especially the feeling of their joining, drove them both to the nearly simultaneous climax they sought. He sat up, holding her body tightly to his as they shared the quaking aftermath. Between labored breaths, he kissed her neck, her ears, and finally her face when she lifted it off his shoulder. Each time, they smiled at each other, knowing they’d just done something incredible together, but this time, there was a hint of melancholy, knowing their time together would soon end.

Twisting his body, he could finally sit properly on the lounger, while still holding her both tightly and gently, his hands wandering over her lithe body, providing comfort. Their eyes spoke each time they met, and kisses inevitably followed, before they lay back in a state of beatific relaxation. Their eyes closed, they may have even drifted off to sleep for short periods, so comfortable in each other’s arms.

He felt her lift her head, but his remained against the cushion until she whispered in his ear.

“Michael? Would you like to eat my poossy again?”

His eyes shot open wide.

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