Free MeanGirls by Lucy Felthouse Page A

said, “Adele, now would be a bloody
good time to tell me about that angle, ‘cause soon it’ll all be over.”
    She giggled, the action sending tremors through her body and
down the length of his shaft. He yelped, slowing his movements. “Seriously,
it’s pretty urgent!”
    “Sorry, Oliver,” she said, “I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s
with you, not at you. Okay, so you need to move so that with every
thrust, your pubic bone and the base of your cock grind against my clit. That
should do the trick. But if it doesn’t, I really don’t mind. I’m happy to let
you make it up to me afterward. I have several more condoms too. Now can we
stop talking and get on with we’re doing, please?”
    Now it was Oliver’s turn to laugh. “Bossy cow. Okay, getting
on with it.” He shifted around a little in order to do as she’d instructed,
then began to thrust in earnest once more.
    Adele gripped his biceps, hanging on tight as he rocked into
her as fast and as hard as he could possibly go, all the while making sure he
hit her sweet spot. The orgasm that had waned slightly as they’d talked came
back to the forefront with a vengeance, spurred on by the tightening of Adele’s
walls around his cock.
    Soon he couldn’t hang on any longer. The spasming of Adele’s
cunt grew stronger and more frequent and it yanked his climax out of him with a
force that left him breathless. His eyes and mouth grew wide as he squirted jet
after jet of spunk into the rubber, the sensation running up his spine and
radiating blissfully throughout his entire body.
    Adele followed not long afterward, her climax as vocal as
his had been silent. Expletives, grunts and moans fell from her lips in an
endless stream as she bucked and writhed beneath him, her cunt holding him in
an iron grip.
    He collapsed onto her, bracing his weight on his arms and
knees so as not to crush her.
    Finally she lay still and he gave her a kiss. He’d intended
it to be a brief, but of course very affectionate peck, but he found that once
his lips touched hers he didn’t want to pull away. As a result, their
post-coital cuddle didn’t really happen. Instead they engaged in a steamy kiss
until Oliver’s cock awakened again. Then he pulled away gently and asked where
the nearest bin was. Adele waved lazily in the direction of a door, and he
disentangled himself, hopped off the bed and entered the room, which turned out
to be an en-suite. He carefully disposed of the condom before re-entering the
bedroom.
    Without a word, he rejoined Adele on the bed and crawled
between her legs once more. This time, though, he didn’t move up her body. He
stayed right where he was and lowered his head to her slick pout. It was still
red and swollen from their lovemaking, and he tentatively stuck out his tongue
and swept it across her clit.
    A pleased sound came from the head of the bed, so he figured
she was okay, and wasn’t too sensitive for him to go down on her. Happily,
Oliver pushed Adele’s thighs open wide and feasted on the sight of her spread
before him. Her puffy outer labia, the delicate folds nestling between them,
and her clit, which had retreated into its hood. He hoped to draw it out again
before long and tease it until Adele screamed and clamped her fleshy thighs around
his head.
    After a few more seconds of gazing at her sex, he flicked
his tongue over her clit and slipped two fingers inside her channel. She was
very hot, and very wet. His cock stiffened further, digging into the sheets and
mattress below him. He was torn. He wanted desperately to be inside her again,
but he also wanted to explore her naked body—every delicious inch of it.
    He decided to keep his promise of making it up to her and
continued his ministrations on her pussy. He curved his fingers up to stroke
her G-spot and closed his lips around her bud, pressing and sucking all at
once. Adele’s hips rose, forcing her harder into his mouth, and he responded by
speeding up his movements. Before long,