Due to continued demand from the dirty minds of the Chalant Discord, I finally caved in. Not to be read by the feint of heart


Meaning: Deliciousness, desire


With every delightful moan his touch coaxes out of her, she convinces herself that they should've made things official a long time ago.

Her body quivers like an uncontrollable storm. His fingers move with grace and vigor, and her lustful screams of pleasure act as music to his ears.

"Oh, f-fuck, Dick!" She bites her bottom lip and moans, her legs thrashing with an awesome sense of ecstasy nobody else can come close to giving her. "God, yes! F-fuck, you're so goooood!" Her words slur as his fingers speed up, and he smirks down at her squirming while his fingers explore every unseen crevice of her slit. He was always talented at this, but she wonders what he's been doing to practice because he's never made her scream the way she is right now.

His eyes are drawn to her breasts, bouncing with every uncontrollable flail of hers, and he leans down to cup her right balloon with his palm, bringing it up to his lips to enjoy the salty flavor of her skin as her moans grow louder and louder. It tastes like a meal he never wants to grow full of, and if his fingers weren't already sending her over the edge, his tongue most certainly is. "God, Dick, yesss!"

With every unholy noise that echoes through her bedroom, his manhood grows harder and harder with excitement. It remains untended to, however, because he's far more interested in seeing just how much he can get her off by. His tongue flicks her nipple, swirling around every inch of her breast while she grabs his hair to hold him there. She's close to erupting, and he grows more anxious by the second.

After only a few more strokes with his fingers and tongue, she finally gives into him. Her fluids pool out in impressive waves while he stretches her opening to its peak, eager to make her scream. As her climax nears its conclusion, he finally pulls his fingers out and, with incredible effort, tears his mouth away from her breasts, but not before giving them both one final squeeze of affection, taking great pleasure in their plump softness.

Her thrashing comes to a calm, and she huffs as he pulls away in anticipation. Nobody makes her scream like that and gets away with it.

She reaches down to feel his girth, smiling at the impressive fortitude she's coaxed into it, and a dirty notion of revenge creeps into her mind. "Lie down." He eagerly obeys, all too willing to have her exact her terribly delightful retribution on him, and she crawls over to his knees to teasingly pump his member with one hand, the other reaching underneath to fondle his family jewels.

"Hngh…" He bites his inner lip and holds in the moan as her pumps speed up, and she smirks up at him with a beautifully evil look in her eyes. Now it's her turn, but she doesn't plan to use just her fingers.

Her soft, velvety lips close around his namesake, eliciting a loud groan out of him that makes her wonder if he'll even be able to last the whole night. Her tongue slides all over him, from his tip to his base, and she coats her snack with an incredible amount of saliva, a worthy substitute for any sort of lubricant. She watches his reaction amusedly, and to absolutely no surprise he's enjoying the show. The warmth of her mouth is nothing new to him, but even after nearly six years he's still taken aback by just how fucking good it feels.

She stares up into his eyes like an absolute tease before moaning around his rod to make him shudder helplessly. She wants him to erupt, to give her the deliciously sweet goodness she craves. But even if he doesn't, it sure feels good making him moan the way he is.

He watches her performance with great interest, and she decides to trade in technique for passion as she speeds up her bobbing. His taste on her tongue is an invigorating appetizer, and she's eagerly awaiting the main course.

He can't hold his excitement back any longer. He reaches down to grab her by the hair, careful not to hurt her but eager to make better use of her masterful oral skill. She closes her eyes and braces herself, well aware of what he wants and more than willing to give it to him. Once she assures him she's ready, he thrusts himself into her mouth, taking her lips all the way to his base before pulling back to give her a bit of breathing room. She bobs up and down in unison with him, and their combined efforts send him way over the edge. She struggles not to gag on him, knowing full well that he won't be able to handle much more of this. As if to confirm her suspicions, his moans grow louder than ever before, and he feels an undeniable buildup as his release approaches quickly.

Only a few more thrusts and he finally gives her what she wants. His hands drop from her hair as he closes his eyes and gives into his carnal pleasures, and she graciously swallows up his emission before pulling her lips off his half-limp member, panting for breath but not missing the opportunity to pump him back to an acceptable firmness.

He shudders. "You're good."

She smirks, crawling up to straddle his lap. "I can do some magic with my mouth." They share a passionate kiss, this one more romantic than lustful, and his hands slide back up to feel her bust while hers go down to ensure her favorite toy is back up to standards. "So, was I better than you?"

"I didn't realize we were competing."

"Have you met me?" He rolls his eyes while she giggles.

"Fine, you win. But I'm not done just yet."

She squeals as he flips her over on her back and spreads her legs apart. "B-be gentle. It's still sensitive."

He smirks evilly and lines up his girth with her quivering womanhood, eager to thrust into her. "Where's the fun in that?" She bites her bottom lip and stares up at him, but despite the overwhelming force she knows he's about to give her, she feels a dirty sense of excitement at the prospect of being used by him in this way. But she'll be sure to punish him for it. And he'll be sure to enjoy that just as much as she will.

She's not gonna be a good Catholic girl tonight.