Forget You ( jenlisa ) (gip)

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Lisa led me through the emergency exit doors of the pool room and across the snow-covered yard that led to the back entrance of the lodge. She held me against her side as the harsh winds and snow smacked against us, and when we finally made it to her room, she pulled me to her fireplace and sat in front of me.

Slowly peeling my costume off my body, she kept her gaze locked on mine. She slid her hand up my back and unclasped my bra—pushing it off my shoulders and down to the floor.

"Take off your heels," she said, once she tossed my dress to the floor.

I obliged and she placed them closer to the fire.

She took off her shirt and jeans, placing them near my costume to dry, and then she clasped my hand and walked me over to the bed.

Without a word, she pushed me onto the mattress so my back was against the sheets.

She climbed on top of me, kissing her way up from my thighs, to my stomach, to my breasts—taking her time to caress every inch of my skin with her tongue. Then she set every nerve in my body on fire as she repeated the route with her lips one more time.

"I have a question," she whispered, once she made it up to my neck. "And I need you to give me an honest answer instead of one of your creative lies..."

She covered my mouth with hers before I could respond. Controlling my lips, she rubbed her hands against my legs and spread them a bit.

"In one of your letters you wrote that there was an older art major guy you dated during your junior year," she said, whispering. "You said he ate your pussy for hours and it was so good that he ruined you for all others..." She briefly bit my bottom lip and looked right into my eyes. "Was that true?"

"Part of it..."

She raised her eyebrow. "Which part?"

"The part about him being an older art major guy," I paused. "That's it."

She let out a low laugh and shook her head. Then she moved back and pressed kisses against my thighs, rendering me absolutely useless.

Moving to the floor, she got on her knees and stared at me for several seconds. Then she grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me forward in one smooth motion, draping my legs over her shoulders.

Without giving me a chance to react, she buried her head in my pussy and sucked my swollen clit into her mouth.

"Fuck, Lisa..." I immediately sat up and grabbed at her hair. "Wait, slow down a bit..."

She didn't.

She continued swirling her tongue against me, using her own rhythm to devour me. Each time I called for her to slow down, she paused and slid two deep fingers inside of me—all while letting her tongue kiss my lips the way she wanted to.

"Ahhh..." I cried out as my pussy began to throb against her tongue, as my hips writhed against her face.

I couldn't hold back if I tried, and I fell back against the bed as an intense orgasm overpowered me and made me scream her name at the top of my lungs.

Shutting my eyes, I still felt her kissing my thighs. Then my stomach.

When she stopped, I lay still for several minutes.

I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and rolled over on my stomach.

Minutes later, I felt a warm cloth between my legs, felt her kissing the small of my back.

"We're not finished, Jennie..." she whispered. "Not even close."

"What?" I could barely hear my own voice. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me." She slid her hands against my sides, positioning me on all fours. "We're just getting started..."

Gripping my hips, she slowly slid her cock inside of me—making me cry out as she pushed herself in inch by inch. Making me remember just how fucking good she felt when she was inside of me the first time.

She whispered, "You feel so fucking good..." against the back of my neck when she was completely buried inside of me. Then she slapped my ass. "Grab the headboard..."

We didn't leave her room for the entire weekend.