Chapter 21: Her Tongue and Mouth 2(R-18)

Chapter 21: Her Tongue and Mouth 2(R-18)And when I felt her lips—actual fucking lips belonging to Madison Torres—on me, I practically saw the entire constellation map of the universe. My hands gripped her expensive sheets like I was clinging to the last thread of my sanity. Her tongue moved like she had done this before—but her reactions? Those were completely new territory. She made a soft sound that was half surprise, half "damn," and I heard her gasp like she was shocked by her own response. Like she expected to maintain control but instead got swept away by her own curiosity. And me? I was completely wrecked. Every nerve ending lit up like it was experiencing sensation for the first time in human history. My brain couldn’t keep up—couldn’t reconcile the reality of her mouth with the fact that I was the one she chose. That this wasn’t a fantasy. That Madison Torres, the untouchable goddess of Lincoln High, was on her knees with my dick in her mouth, reacting like she was the one overwhelmed. It wasn’t just physical. It was existential. The kind of surreal rush that floods you only once in a lifetime, when something too good, too impossible, becomes real. My body was present, overstimulated, spiraling—but my mind? My mind was stuck on a loop of her name and the single, disbelieving truth that this was actually happening. Madison Torres is sucking me off. Madison Torres is doing this to me. I wasn’t just losing my virginity. I was losing my goddamn grip on reality. She was losing her composure because of me, too. The girl who probably had guys begging for her attention was actually surprised by how much she was enjoying this, I thought in the brief moments when my brain managed to form coherent thoughts. Her head moved slow and deliberate, and every time she went deeper, my grip on reality got more tenuous. My body fought gravity, tension building in every nerve ending like I was about to launch into space. And just when I thought I was gonna lose it completely—when I was literally about to tell her to stop before I spontaneously combusted—she pulled back with a wet sound and a grin that could probably be classified as a lethal weapon. "You taste way better than expected," she said, licking her lips like she just sampled the world’s most expensive wine. "That’s not fair either too." She just gave me a fucking review like I was a restaurant on Yelp, I thought, unable to form actual words because my brain had been reduced to the intellectual capacity of a goldfish. I could barely process thoughts. Words? Completely out of the question. I think I actually blacked out for a second there. But Madison was apparently not done destroying my entire existence. She climbed up, straddling me with a little wiggle that should probably be illegal in several states, and tugged her crop top off like it was nothing more than an inconvenient barrier to her master plan. Her black lace bra hugged her perfectly—and when she unhooked it and let it fall, I forgot how to perform basic biological functions like breathing. Holy fucking Christ, Madison was topless in front of me, and I was about to find out if it was possible to die from sensory overload, I thought as my brain attempted to process this level of visual perfection. "Still breathing?" she asked with a teasing smirk that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing to my mental state. "Barely," I managed to croak out, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the universe that mattered. "Good. Stay conscious. You’re gonna wanna remember this for the rest of your pathetic life." She started unbuttoning her jeans with the confidence of someone who was about to change the entire trajectory of a virgin nerd’s existence. I was about to lose my virginity to Madison Torres—the girl with a body built like temptation incarnate and confidence like gasoline waiting for a match. And apparently, I was the fucking match, I thought as reality began to shift around me. Her fingers curled around me again, and she made a small, shocked noise in her throat—like a gasp she didn’t plan on letting escape. Her grip tightened, but I could see the problem: her hand didn’t even come close to wrapping around me completely. She was having a legitimately difficult time with the logistics here, I realized as I watched her struggle with what was apparently a structural engineering challenge. "Jesus," she muttered with the tone of someone who just discovered that physics didn’t work the way she thought. "You’re... bigger than I calculated." Her hand slid up and down slowly, and it looked almost absurd—like she was trying to handle something that was designed by a different species with very different proportional standards. There was this flicker of genuine disbelief in her eyes, even as she stroked me like she was conducting a scientific experiment. "You’re not just big," she said, eyes glued to the situation like she was watching a nature documentary about something that shouldn’t exist. "You’re absolutely ridiculous." Madison just called my dick ridiculous. I didn’t know whether to be insulted or proud, I thought as her thumb brushed over the head. Her thumb brushed over the tip, slick now with evidence of how much I was enjoying this entire surreal experience, and she watched it glisten like she was witnessing a minor miracle. "I can’t even hold it properly," she whispered, trying to shift her grip—now using both hands like she was wielding some kind of medieval weapon. Her top hand stroked while her other stayed near the base, trying to maintain control of the situation. "Two hands, Peter. That’s not normal human proportions." She treated this like a logistics problem that required strategic planning, I thought, wanting to laugh or say something cocky, but I literally couldn’t because my entire body was tensing with every stroke. My thighs flexed, my stomach tightened, and I tried not to lose my mind just from the way she was looking at me like I was a fascinating specimen. Then she leaned down with the determination of someone about to attempt something that should probably come with a warning label. I saw her hesitate for the first time since this whole encounter started. She licked her lips, took a deep breath like she was preparing for a challenging athletic event, and brought her mouth to the tip—just the tip. But even that looked like she was about to attempt something that defied basic anatomy. And when she tried? Her lips stretched like elastic. Her jaw dropped wide. She couldn’t take it all in. Not even fucking close. She struggled with what should have been the easy part, I thought as she pulled back instantly, blinking up at me with an expression that clearly said ’what the hell am I even supposed to do with this situation?’ "...Okay," she said, looking genuinely stunned. "That’s not fair to anyone involved." She tried again—just the top, slow and careful like she was defusing a bomb—but she struggled to seal her lips around it. Her mouth was completely full before she was even halfway down the head. I heard her try to hum, try to adjust her approach, and then she pulled back again, panting, with a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cock like evidence of her valiant effort. Madison Torres, who probably had more experience than a professional, was being defeated by my anatomy, I realized as she laughed breathlessly. "I can’t even fit the tip without choking," she said with a mixture of frustration and fascination. "What are you made of? Alien DNA?" Her hand stroked me again, faster now, like she was trying to compensate for what her mouth physically could not accomplish. But her eyes stayed wild—like she was turned on, frustrated, and absolutely fascinated all at the same time. She looked like someone who just discovered that everything she thought she knew about physics was completely wrong, I thought as I looked down at her. I looked down at her, cheeks flushed, lips wet and parted, and I was about to completely lose my shit. "I’m sorry," I said, voice cracking like I was going through puberty again. "I didn’t—know—it’d be like this—" "Don’t you dare apologize," she snapped softly with the authority of someone who was clearly in charge despite the logistical challenges. "This is the hottest problem I’ve ever encountered in my life." She treated my dick like it was a fascinating puzzle that she was determined to solve, I thought as she tried again, more determined this time. She approached with renewed determination. Lips stretched, mouth wide open, tongue working every inch she could physically reach. And she still couldn’t take more than the very tip before she started to gag like her body was staging a biological protest. But she kept fucking going like a champion. Eyes locked on mine, moaning softly as she moved—slow, careful, letting her tongue swirl while her hands pumped the rest like she was operating some kind of complex machinery. Her spit started to drip down my shaft, her jaw trembling with the effort. She looked like she was losing herself in the challenge. Madison was getting off on the difficulty level, I realized as my brain started to short-circuit. And I was losing my goddamn mind watching her struggle and succeed and fail all at the same time. My legs shook like I was having a seizure. My head rolled back. My fingers curled into her expensive sheets like I was bracing for nuclear impact. "Madison—fuck—I’m gonna—" She pulled off just in time, breathing hard, lips red and swollen like she just went ten rounds with my anatomy. "Not yet," she whispered with the authority of someone who was completely in control despite looking like she just survived a natural disaster. "You’re not allowed to come until I say so." I nodded weakly. "Yes. Fine. Just—God, don’t stop." Madison Torres was rationing my orgasms like they were a limited natural resource, I thought as she smiled—completely wrecked and still somehow managing to maintain dominance. She smiled—completely destroyed and still in complete control. A perfect mix of chaos and confidence that probably shouldn’t exist in the same person. And that was when it hit me like a fucking freight train— She couldn’t even handle me completely, and she was still trying to own every second of this experience. This girl was being physically challenged by my equipment and she was still acting like she was the one in charge. That’s either the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed or the most terrifying, I thought as arousal threatened to completely destroy my ability to think. And I’d never been more turned on in my entire pathetic existence.