Landlord ch.7

It felt like a seismic event. His hips bucked, and his cock throbbed as it was locked in her throat. She gagged but didn't move, instead keeping him there and swallowing as a massive surge of his cum erupted from him with the first convulsion of absolute sexual release. The feeling of culmination consumed him entirely, and for a long, timeless moment that seemed to stretch into infinity, it was just him and his cum flowing out of him, pleasure, and her mouth. And she kept sucking.

Holy shit, she kept sucking.

Daphne sucked him dry, and he felt even better than he had fantasized countless times.

She continued, gently working on his cock with her thumb and two fingers, her lips wrapped around his shaft just below the head, because at some point she had pulled back, and she sucked until he was dry, nothing left to give.

Then she sucked a little more.

He watched her swallow, and then she delicately withdrew his cock from her mouth, keeping her lips pressed together and continuing to suck as she pulled away, causing a fresh, extra burst of pleasure to shake through him.

"Ah!" he moaned as she finally released him. She chuckled softly. "So, as good as you hoped?" "Yes. Much. Better."

She laughed a bit louder and stood up. He looked up at her as she looked down at him. She towered over him, a blonde goddess, a sexual skyscraper. "I assume you won't mind if I use your mouthwash?"

"No, not at all," he replied.

"Good. You're a good kisser, and I want more kisses," she said and walked away. He lay there, basking in the afterglow, amazed at how good he felt.

He didn't even know it could feel this good. He listened as she turned on the light, rinsed and spat twice, then turned off the light and returned. She climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him, smiling at him.

"That was the best head I've ever gotten," he murmured.

Her grin widened. "Good."

Harry sat up. "Alright, now it's my turn." "I can't wait. I love oral so much," she said, lying back on her back.

He felt bad for her that she had almost never received it, especially when she was so good at giving oral. He grabbed her shorts and pulled them down, revealing her bare hips, thick pale thighs, her pussy. She let him take off her shorts, and then she spread her legs. "Did you shave them today?" he asked.

"No, I removed the hair using a special elixir," she replied. "Same with my pits and legs, actually. I got tired of shaving. It was expensive and a pain in the ass because I'm a blonde, but they did it, and it was so worth it."

"Your pussy looks so hot," he murmured as he positioned himself between her incredibly long legs. "God, your legs are so long!" he marveled.

She laughed. "Yeah, it comes with the territory of being ridiculously tall." He looked at her, suddenly wanting to ask how tall she was, but then wondered if it would be an annoying question. She gave him a knowing smile. "I'm six-five," she said.

"Holy shit," he said. "That's...amazing." She laughed out loud. "Amazing? I'm not sure I've ever had that reaction before."

"That's amazing," he said, then leaned back and tried to recall everything he knew about eating pussy. He didn't have extensive experience, but he had enough. He had to admit, that orgasm had calmed him down a lot, but he was still nervous. What if he messed it up? She said it was harder for her to orgasm, what if--

"Harry," Daphne said. He looked up. "Just relax, you're doing fine. Okay?"

Damn, she was good at reading him. "Yes," he managed to say.

She smiled and reached down, running her fingers through his hair. He savored the sensation, not just the physical aspect, but the tenderness in the gesture. Then, with gentle thumbs, she spread apart the smooth lips of her pussy, exposed her clit, and lightly pressed the tip of her tongue against it. He started to massage it slowly, and as he made contact, she moaned loudly and a shudder ran through her long, tall body.

"That-oh yes, that's good," she whispered, her voice husky.

Encouraged, he continued, slowly increasing the speed, pressure, and licking more. Soon, he was flicking his tongue all over her sensitive flesh, using more of his tongue, and the response was triumphant. It was stronger than when he used his fingers. She screamed, her thighs tensed on either side of his head (her thighs were wonderful, big, wonderfully padded and thick), her body writhed.

He wondered if the neighbors would hear. The idea was quite tempting.

Harry continued, licking even more, and then he started using his lower lip.

"OH! Harry!" she cried out, sounding amazed. "Oh my-oh! YES!!! OH THAT'S SO GOOD!" she screamed, most incoherently in bliss.

He pressed his advantage, eating her out more and more, going faster, using his entire tongue and his lower lip, giving her pleasure as much as he possibly could.

"G-Harry, stop! Pull back!" she called out.

He immediately withdrew, and she started to climax. He watched, ridiculously turned on, as her thigh muscles swelled, her hips bucked, and hot squirts of sexual juices flowed out of her, and she screamed in tense, blissful release.

It went on for about half a minute, and then she slumped back down. She lay there panting with her eyes closed, occasional post-orgasmic tremors running through her.

"Harry, that was amazing," she whispered. "Sorry for yelling at you...I didn't have a chance to mention in time that...mmm...oral gets too sensitive for me when I orgasm. It hurts if you keep licking. But it was perfect. You did it perfectly. Oh my god..."

"I'm really glad I could pleasure you," he replied, now sitting up, looking at her long legs and wonderfully thick thighs.

She smiled wider and opened her eyes. She reached out for him. "I'm ready for sex now, if you are."

A pure, unfiltered desire, like nothing he had ever felt before, hit him like a gunshot the moment she said that, staring at him with deliberate intent.

"Uh...lemme go wash up real quick," he answered.

"I'm down for pussy-to-mouth, I don't mind," she said. "Oh wow."

Her grin turned into a slight smirk. "Yep. Okay, um...yeah. Can you take off your shirt? I've been dying to see your tits for a year."

She hesitated, losing her good mood. "I...am a little reluctant to take it off."

"Why? I mean, if you really don't want to, then okay, but... why?"

She sighed. "It's embarrassing," she muttered. "Whatever it is, it's not like I'm going to laugh at you. I mean, I undressed for you... I'm sorry, I'm not trying to pressure you."

"No, that's a valid point," he replied. "It's just... I've gained some weight in the past year, and it has done some nice things to my thighs and my butt, but now I have a bit of a belly, and I just..." "I wouldn't mind, Daphne. You're the hottest woman I've ever seen."

"Yeah, but would you still think that after my shirt comes off? It's my concern."

"Yes!" he exclaimed. Then he forced himself to relax. "If you really don't want to-"

"No, you know what? Screw it. I'm doing it," she said. "I hate hiding like this, feeling terrible because of my shirt coming off..." She sat down, pulled her shirt up, and took it off, revealing her huge, pale breasts. Harry just stared in silence for a few seconds.

"And what!" she finally asked, releasing a slightly nervous laugh.

"These are the best tits I've ever seen," he replied. "You didn't even look at my stomach, did you?" she asked.

He glanced down. She had some extra padding around her belly, but so what? Who didn't? Most people did, he did. "Daphne, it looks good. I wouldn't have even noticed. Even if I did, it doesn't matter to me. You're just... stunningly beautiful. Seriously."

She laughed and seemed to relax. "Well, I see it in your eyes. Okay, come on. Let's have sex. Put that cock in me and let me be the first to show you what a raw pussy feels like. You'll lose your mind."

He laughed nervously and moved closer to her, sliding between her thick thighs, still staring at her breasts. They were huge! He had fantasized about them so much. They looked perfect, like a porn star's tits... or a goddess'.

Harry settled between her legs, running his hands over her thighs for a moment, admiring them, her body. He looked at her thighs, her hips, her smooth, bald, glistening pussy, up to her large breasts again, then at her face. She smiled at him gently, her smile almost guarded, uncertain, and he understood.

For the first time, she was exposing herself completely to him.

He knew how she felt.

"What are you waiting for?" she softly murmured. "I'm just... admiring you," he responded. "You're so beautiful."

She chuckled softly and blushed, then suddenly blinked a few times, reached up, rubbed her eyes.

"Do you cry?" he asked. "Just a little, I'm fine," she replied. "Why?"

"Because, Harry, I haven't felt beautiful in a long time, and... I believe you. Now come," she said, reaching down between them and wrapping her fingers around his shaft. He moved closer, allowing her to guide him into her tight perfection.

Both gasped sharply as they made contact. This was it. It was the first time he would experience an unprotected pussy. Raw vagina. He had dreamt about it.

So many times he had dreamt about it with her. Harry penetrated Daphne, sliding into her, and for the first time, he felt the hot, slick, divine perfection. "Oh!" he moaned as he pushed himself into her. "Oh my God!"

She smiled. "Told you."

She wasn't exaggerating at all. If anything, she had underestimated it. Harry felt another loud moan of ecstasy escape him as he thrust with all his might into her slippery, hot depths. He felt completely overwhelmed, much more than even when she was sucking his cock. It was on a whole different level. Her bare pussy embraced his entire rigid length, and as he started to enter her, he felt her shift slightly to let him enter at a better angle.

Then she let out a long, deeply satisfied moan of pleasure as he plunged into her.

"Oh my- oh yeah... right there..." she almost growled at him, and he felt her hands on his back as he pressed himself against her, feeling her huge, naked breasts pressing against his chest. They were hot, soft, and incredible. He kissed her deeply, completely and utterly lost in her, as he began thrusting frantically. She moaned into the kiss as she slid her hand to the back of his head, deepening it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

They kissed for a long while until he suddenly broke the kiss, eliciting a shudder of intense pleasure.