Chapter 17: Not on Kevin’s Menu

The bonfire at South Hill Park was not the only Halloween party going on in town, massive get-drunk gatherings are everywhere, at the bars and clubs, the dorms, the fraternities and sororities, and student rental houses on 4th Street. As we walk down Main Street, there are plenty of other staggering drunks in colorful attire coming and going from costume parties.

We’re wet and cold from the rain and our clothes are filthy with plaster dust and dirt from our unexpected second-floor demolition at the Cobb Road house. We must look like zombies who just crawled out of our graves. Hey, that can our costumes, Jack, Cassie, Abby, and I are the walking dead tonight.

Belinda and Tanya are going to get something to eat at Kevin’s up ahead. Kevin’s Kafe is a family restaurant that’s open 24 hours, a real favorite of the late-night, bar-closing crowd for getting food in themselves to help sober up.

“Are you hungry?” I ask Abby. “Do you wanna stop in too?”

“Oh, I am...” she says with a wink and then whispers, “but I’m hungry for something else first.” If she means what I think she means by something else then, hell, yeah, we can skip Kevin’s!

When we approach the restaurant, Belinda whispers to Abby, “Don’t wait up, I’m gonna spend the night at Tanya’s place.”

Alex, Nicole, Maria, and Cassie follow Belinda and Tanya, they want to get something in their stomachs too. That leaves Abby and me with Jack, Zach, and Connor. Zach is normally pretty level-headed when it comes to drinking and knows his limits, but tonight the bevy of kegs got the better of him too. He stops three times to duck around a corner or lean into a trash can to puke.

Behind us, we see that Connor has made a new friend in Jack, he’s been explaining non-stop how awesome it feels to have his cock sucked by Leona’s experienced mouth. All I can do is shake my head and remember Kam back home; I don’t know who talks more incessantly about blowjobs, him, or Connor. In a way, it seems like Jack is agreeing with Connor and they’re comparing notes; is it possible he received a bee-jay from her as well?

As we cut across campus, the guys part way to go on to Everett Hall. Once we’re alone, Abby tells me, “This is so awesome, we get the house to ourselves tonight.”

“Yeah, we do.”

“As soon as we get back, let’s get naked!” she giggles. “I need to examine you, remember?”

“Yeah, I do! And I need to perform some in-depth examinations on you as well!”

When we turn onto her street, Abby breaks into a run. “Race ya!”

“You’re on!” I shout, giving chase. I might have won the race if I didn’t trip on a sidewalk crack and wipe out on someone’s front lawn. I took the fall with a good roll but succeeded in making my clothes even dirtier than they already are.

Once inside the house, Abby strips out of her wet clothes and throws them on the floor. Something about watching her fling them off with such abandon has me mesmerized - so much fun to watch. My eyes are traveling, first to her boobs, and then down to where her legs meet and her triangle of private curlies. Mmm hmmm, they’ve been coming in nicely since she stopped shaving there.

She tilts her head. “Aren’t you getting naked with me?”

“Oh ... umm ... yeah, I am,” I say, snapping back from my gawking. Kicking off my shoes, I start to undo my belt. Not wanting to waste time, Abby comes over to help. She pulls my dirty hoodie and shirt up and over my head in one motion and undoes the fly of my wet jeans. Pulling them, and my swampy underwear, all the way down so I can side-step out of them.

“Here, sit on the couch,” she nudges me back. “I wanna suck on you and feel you get hard in my mouth.”

Reaching for a small footstool, she places it in front of me and takes a seat. Parting my knees, she lifts my ankles and puts my feet up on the cushions on each side. With a satisfied nod, Abby takes a second to admire the spread-eagle pose she’s positioned me in. Talk about the perfect set-up for easy access to all my bits. “There,” she says with a quiet snicker, “just like this. Now, I can dine on the something else Kevin’s Kafe doesn’t serve.”

So much for the slow build-up approach as she immediately dives between my thighs to suck my softie before it grows. Without exaggeration, she’s literally pushing her face into my crotch, so much so, that it’s sliding my ass backward on the cushion. I’m watching this spectacle with complete astonishment. Reaching her arms around me, she’s tightly hugging and pulling me to her. The word dining is an understatement, this is outright devouring.

Abby is certainly quite assertive tonight; she knows what she wants and she’s going to have it no matter what. The way she’s hungrily munching and sucking is nothing short of totally amazing! And the sounds! The moans and hums she’s making while gobbling on my penis are that of someone eating with bad table manners; I’m finding it almost humorous yet totally loving it! As she executes this lust-driven assault, my pubes are obscuring the lower half of her face because it’s burrowed in so deep. I sure hope my private boy-aromas aren’t too strong down there tonight.

My pulse is throbbing and directing my blood flow down, down to my excited cock making it stiffen and stretch into her oral reaches. Each passing second makes it extend further, further and deeper in until I can feel my glans bumping into the back of her mouth. This is without question my favorite form of stimulation for achieving an erection.

“That’s it, get it hard for me,” she mumbles over her growing mouthful. Connor can brag all he wants about the suck jobs he’s been getting from Leona, but to tell the truth, I don’t think he has any idea of the true oral sex heaven I’m experiencing right now. And it gets even better.

Abby slips off my shiny, wet, saliva-covered cock to drop down and spend time on my balls. They tingle and tighten as her tongue makes its first contact; she knows this is something I really love. Having fun licking in circles, then up and down, I can feel the tip of her nose tickling the base of my shaft. I love special attention on this part of my body and will often rub my bean sack when I’m pleasuring myself.

Pushing back into the couch headrest, I gaze up at the ceiling totally lost in the enjoyment of these sensations. My eyes squint tightly when I feel her mouth opening and pressing forward to take each of my pair of little kiwis in for a healthy sucking on. Lips wrapped around, she pulls on my eggs and lets her tongue wickedly flick and dance. While she’s doing this, I feel her jaw move from side to side and fore and back, gently kneading my bag like a little ball of bread dough. Do I even need to tell you how insanely awesome this feels? Oh! My! God! I’m loving this!

All this wondrous stimulation causes my nuts to tighten up and makes it more challenging for her to suck on them. Like a determined badger, she pushes my knees outward, spreading my legs to their limits so she can dig in even deeper. Opening wide, she plants and sucks making audible fwop sounds on the pull-off, re-plants, sucks, and pulls off, over and over again. Each time she does this her tongue brushes on and tickles my taint area; her licking that most intimate, most private part of my body is driving me crazy!

When she’s satisfied with the mouth-bathing of my ball-sack, Abby’s eyebrows raise as she notices a huge drop of glistening precum leaking down my shaft. Carefully wrapping her hand around the base, she takes me in. Sucking hard on the pullback, I can feel the tip of her tongue wiggling on my pee-slit trying to work out more precum. “Oh, you taste so good! So sweet!” she murmurs.

“Sweet like candy,” I grin.

Squeeze-pulling on my penis, she makes another drop of the slippery clear liquid appear. Rubbing the pad of her finger over my tip, she offers it to me. “Here!” she giggles, “I’ll share.” What surprises her is that I lean forward to suck it off her finger. “I was just kidding ... you didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“It’s fine, I actually like the taste of it too.”

Tilting her head, I know she’s curious about me liking my precum, but, instead, Abby returns to lick-lapping all over my cock and slipping it in for some serious suckling. Her wet lips caress the smooth surfaces of my head, playfully squeeze tight around the indent, and then travel down my length. Working her way back up to the tip, she repeats this oral journey several times over. I love feeling her tongue rubbing all of my surfaces, especially on my sensitive spot. These sensations are out of this world. “Mmmmm,” I hum, “this ... feels ... so good.”

Soon, the uncontrolled twitching of my thigh muscles is a sure sign that it won’t be long till I squirt my load. I put my hand on her bobbing head, “I love all this, but I’m gonna cum ... gonna cum really soon!”

Abby stands up and puts her knees on the couch, one on each side to straddle my hips. I hold my shaft steady and line it up as she slowly slides onto it. “Mmm-mmmm,” I hum, feeling her pussy glide down and envelop me. All this fun she’s been having dining on what Kevin’s Kafe doesn’t offer has made her incredibly wet. I ease my precum and saliva-slicked cock all the way up inside with no dry-rub troubles at all.

Once she’s comfortably mounted, she gives a little hip-wiggle and smirks. “Can you do your cum in here, Kyle?”

“Oh, yes!” I nod to the undeniable affirmative. “Without a doubt!”

Leaning forward to put her arms around my neck, my mouth gets busy kissing, licking, and sucking on her sweet nipples. She keeps her movements as minimal as possible to keep me from ejaculating just yet. Her minimal movements make it easy for me to lovingly massage each of her boobs with my mouth and tongue. They took a painful mashing earlier when I fell through the floor and she held my body weight from the back of my pants; I need to make everything better for her two sweet girls.

Her hums of pleasure coupled with her gentle gyrations on my lap feel good, they feel really good. Gentle gyrations give way to slow but pronounced ups and downs. Sliding up and back down, up and back down, I like the way she really presses herself down to push every bit of me deep inside. When she lifts, her muscles have a way of cinching tightly around so the up-motion has a nice, drawing-out, suction feeling. Watching her ride on me is such a beautiful thing; there’s my cock, then it’s gone, there’s my cock, then it’s gone.

Abby lays forward on my chest, kissing me. “Mmmmm ... you feel so good inside me; I love you so much.”

“I love you t- Augght!” is all I get out as I explode; I simply couldn’t hold off any longer. I wanted to, but all the hands, mouth, lips, tongue, and pussy attention shown to my genitals dictated otherwise. My lower abdomen muscles tense like steel with the onset of each successive wave of streaming white seed.

“There you go, Kyle,” she whispers, “Let it out ... let it all out.”

Holding Abby so her body is pressed tight against mine, my ass cheeks clench, and my hips curl forward and upward to keep myself driven deep to the hilt. I feel my Kegels (pelvic floor muscles) rhythmically pumping semen, delivering long surge after long surge. Pushing my face into her shoulder where it meets her neck, I bite into my lower lip as my climax is proving to be a very lengthy and extra-creamy one.

“Ohh-hh-ohh-hh,” Abby purrs and grinds down on me. “I really like this! I can feel you doing it! I feel you shooting ... shooting your cum into me!” Sometimes the sexiest things are said at exactly the right moments; Abby saying she can feel me cumming inside her makes me wish this ejaculation could last forever. So much so that I clench up to push out all I can even as I feel my moment tapering off.

We stay connected like this for a long time. I’m listening to her breathing, feeling her heartbeat, enjoying her sweet Abby scents, and thinking about how much I love her. I truly love everything about her. I’m not just saying this because we have great sex – that’s an excellent perk – it’s because our bond is such a strong and healthy one. Now it’s time to bring her to an awesome orgasm.

“Do you want to keep going like this?” I ask, “or, do you want me to-” I rapidly flick the tip of my tongue.

Vigorously nodding, Abby’s eyes grow wide along with her huge smile. “You know how much I love it when you do that, but-”

I hold my finger to her lips. “Say no more! Let’s switch. You on the couch and I’ll sit. Kevin’s Kafe doesn’t have my favorite either.”

She lifts off so we can switch positions. Repeating her moves, I sit down on the little footstool, part her legs, and place her feet up on the cushions. I like this, she’s now at the perfect height for me to dine between the thighs.

Ah, yes, here we go, this is the spread I crave! For as many times as I’ve enjoyed her, she’s still just as breathtaking to me as the first time I saw her. I’ll never grow tired of admiring her gorgeous pink flower, especially now that it’s beautifully framed by her returning pubes. They’ve grown back fluffy enough for me to notice how they’re a shade or two darker than the light brown hair on her head. It seems people’s body hair is often a little darker than the hair on their head, I wonder why that is? Worry about it later, I tell myself. I have the most gorgeous pussy in front of my face eagerly waiting for me to nosedive into it.

Abby’s feminine scents are noticeably stronger today; it doesn’t matter to me, I enjoy them. It’s been a long day since we’ve had morning showers and I’m sure I’m not exactly Mr. Fresh in my nether regions either. Sliding my tongue up and down her slippery wet slit a few times, I love making her gasp with gratification when I suck her little fun button between my lips. Rubbing it, licking it, and nursing on it like a hungry baby at the nipple, Abby giggles at the wet kissy smacking sounds I’m making with my mouth on her clit. I can noisily dine with bad table manners too!

Her pubes feel awesome tickling my nose. I pull off her clit for a moment to vigorously rub my face all around in her private hair, pushing in and playfully pulling at tufts between my lips. I’m savoring her private body scents they contain and how soft they feel; what sexy fun this is. Intently watching what I’m doing down here, she laughs. “Wow, Kyle! You really like my pubic hair, don’t you?”

I look up grinning and with a matter-of-fact nod, I state, “Yeah, I do!”

My arms are wrapped around her backside and I’m pulling Abby to me as I open my mouth wide to completely cover, lick, suck, and kiss all over every part of her succulent wet pussy. My tongue finds her entrance and I push it deep into her vagina-

Oh? Now, here’s a new taste!

I’m having so much fun, I momentarily forgot about the gigantic load I just shot out of my penis up in here. So, this is what the co-mingling of our juices is all about - interesting.

Sense of taste and sense of smell are directly connected. For the fragrance, I’m taking in her aroused aromas, even some of mine, along with the unique scents of my fresh semen. As for taste, there are trace hints of salty, but it’s also curiously sweet. Finding it difficult to accurately describe to myself, I push back in even deeper to sample our sex juices some more. Yup, there’s a definite sweetness, more so than salty. In all honesty, our combined flavors are not bad - not bad at all!

Call it a spirit of adventure brought on by lowered inhibitions, or perhaps the euphoria of the moment, but in my own crazy way, I’m finding it very exciting to swish my probing tongue in the very place my ejaculating cock just flooded with volley after volley of pearly white nectar launched from my loins. Immersed in this aftermath, I don’t think I can intimately experience the sexual union of hers and mine any more completely. Mmmmm ... that great big cum sure felt awesome! And, mixed with hers, it doesn’t taste half-bad either!

For the queasy, I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. Perhaps I’m over-sharing a bit too much here, but those that know me, know I’m about the details - all the details.

I press on between Abby’s satin thighs and she’s loving every bit of it! Keeping me securely pinned in place, her hands are on my head, scrunching my hair and scalp. As my tongue details every flavor, fold, and crease, including how deep I can wiggle it inside her seeded canal, she lifts her feet and puts them around my back. She’s leg-hugging me and pushing her lower-self to me; I love when I can make her feel so overwhelmingly awesome that she can’t get enough of her pussy smashed in my face.

I bring her closer and closer to that magic moment of- “Ohhh ... ohhhh ... oh, Kyle ... don’t stop ... oooohhh ... this feels SOOO good!” Without Belinda here, she’s free to express her passions as loud as she wants. Sex really is more intense when you don’t have to be quiet about it.

Totally loving everything I’m doing, she’s squirming around and grinding her super-slippery labia all over my nose, mouth, tongue, and cheeks. Her quivering body signals that amazing moment when the world stops for a few seconds, nature takes over, and everything blanks out as her nerve endings scream their release. Ahhhhh!

My face is awash with her sweet sexual releases, and my own sexual releases for that matter, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. With deep breaths, Abby relaxes and lets the world return. Pulling me up to lay on her, she keeps her legs tightly wrapped around my back. Kissing like crazy, she whispers, “Oh, Kyle ... that was such a super-intense one!”

I lay my head on her warm chest. “Yeah ... we needed this.”

Our hair is damp, our bodies sweaty, our faces fragrantly strong of each other’s genitalia, and our crotches are slick, sticky, and wet. All indications of some great sloppy sex, we’re both a glorious aromatic mess. “We should probably take a shower, huh?” Abby scrunches her nose.

“Yeah,” I nod in agreement. “Good idea.”

I stand up and offer a hand to pull up Abby. “Maybe we should have put a towel down first?” I say, pointing out a big wet spot we just made on the couch.

“It’ll dry,” she shrugs with a giggle. “At least it’s on the middle cushion, not where Belinda lays her head to watch TV.”

“Yeah,” I snicker, “or, she’ll get a good whiff of ... well ... us!”

Abby grabs my arm. “Come on, you-kinky-stinky-dirty-boy-you, let’s get cleaned up.”

After showering together, Abby and I snuggle under the covers in her bed.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you still drunk?”

“Yeah, kinda ... more like just buzzing now. How ‘bout you?”

“Same. Do you think we’ll be hungover tomorrow?”

“I’m sure of it, but we can stay in bed. I don’t have to be at work till 3:00.”

“Remind me to wash your clothes when we get up, okay?”

“Yeah, they’re still all over the floor out there.”

“That was fun,” she smiles. “I really, really like the way you ... do me ... with your mouth.”

“You know I love doing that, Abby.”

“Was it weird to put your tongue where your ... um ... thingy was?”

“Nah,” I shrug. “We’ve kissed after it’s been in your mouth, why not in your pussy too?”

“What I mean is, this time it was after you made cum.”

“Yeah, that part was different but not bad or anything.” My thoughts wander to how I really didn’t mind it at all. Abby’s spread thighs straddling my hips - her pussy tightly hugging my cock - her up and down motions and those drawing-out actions of our parts working/rubbing together giving me one awesome, toe-curling, eye squinting, eruption. I loved hearing her tell me how she could feel my cum shooting inside her. Mmmm ... I really need to commit this to memory, good stuff! Super spank-bank material for sure!