My Maddie. I’d carried a torch for her forever. She was the kind and pretty girl next door, while I was the stereotypical computer nerd who spent much of his spare time indoors.

We lost touch after college, but I’d always secretly hoped to run into her the handful of times I was back in town after graduation. It took a decade, but finally we collided one weekend.

Maddie’s eyes lit up when I confessed I’d be sticking around for a spell. I’d just sold my business, so I didn’t have to rush home. Besides, I needed a little break.

She invited me to dinner at her place, but I soon found dessert was the real treat — and she was dessert. My longtime crush confessed she’d missed me, and I knew it was time to take my shot.

My long-awaited hookup started with a kiss in her kitchen. Ours was a languid, searing smooch that encompassed years of yearning and desire. Maddie didn’t have to speak for me to know my feelings were reciprocated. She said it with the way her fingers combed through my hair, while her lips ravished mine. Her passion was palpable, and instantly I fell under her spell.

Initially caught in a tangle of limbs, it was difficult to say who had taken the lead. We were both frantically ripping off one another’s shirts in a desperate quest to bare our bodies. She briefly tugged my lower lip between her teeth to deliver a playful lovebite before stripping herself naked and revealing her awesome rack.

Next, she sank to her knees, her fingers sliding from my thighs to the button securing my jeans, and our eyes connected.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” she confessed.

“Go ahead and take what you want then,” I replied.

Right before my eyes another deep-seated fantasy sprang to life. Maddie smoothed her hands over the front of my pants, opening my zipper and exposing my briefs. She inched closer to the fly of my underwear, threatening to breach the last barrier standing between her and my now raging erection. My rod was practically pulsing in anticipation of her touch.

I hitched my hips, nudging my cotton-covered mound even closer to her face.

The way her eyes lit up made my heart skip a beat. She had yet to caress my cock, and still this reality was shaping up to be even more thrilling than I’d hoped.

To my delight, Maddie shied away from the small gap in my shorts and instead tugged the whole garment down to my knees.

“Oh,” she gasped gleefully at the sight of my substantial erection. “You’re a big boy!”

Maddie raised her finger as though she intended to press it to her lips to suggest we keep a secret. Instead, she dipped the digit into her mouth and sucked on it. She may not have been tonguing my dick, but I moaned and my appendage jerked with excitement all the same.

She released her finger from her lips and dragged her damp digit along the length of my rod.

I let out a strangled groan.

“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked teasingly.

She shook her head and insisted, “Never.”

Maddie ran her hands along my thighs. When she reached my knees, she grabbed hold of my pants and underwear and tugged them down to the floor. I managed to totally kick them out of the way.

This time, I didn’t need to rock my hips to wave my dick in Maddie’s face. After its release, my erection seemed to possess a mind of its own. It pointed straight at her as if to say, “I choose you.”

Maddie didn’t hesitate. She caught my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She caressed my sac with her thumb, causing orgasmic tension to build within me.

My balls grew tight, then Maddie returned her attention to my shaft. She ran her fingers along its length, looked up at me and announced, “I want to suck your dick.”

As if I’d stop her.

I brushed an errant lock of her blonde hair away from her eyes, rested my hand on her head and marveled at my good fortune. Echoing her words from earlier, I said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Thankfully, it was all the encouragement Maddie required. She slid her fist down my shaft again, settling her hand firmly at its base.

Keeping a firm grip on my member, she sat on a nearby chair and directed my crown to her mouth. Her Cupid’s bow pout formed an “O” as she leaned in closer. She paused to lick her ruby-red lips, making them shiny with her saliva.

“You are stunning,” I whispered.

We briefly exchanged smiles, then Maddie went to town.

Her tongue darted out from her lips and swirled around my dickhead. Her lips wrapped around my crown, and she released a buzzing hum of contentment, which massaged my cock. The sensations evoked pangs of pleasure, which made my fingers flex and my toes curl.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

Maddie hummed again as if she agreed with my interjection, and the vibrations rocked me to my core. She pulled back as her fist stroked my rod. Her hand glided easily from bottom to top, the upward motion also sending my excitement soaring. I swore loudly and wondered how such a simple touch could produce so much pleasure.

But Maddie wasn’t done. Oh no, she was just getting started. While I proceeded to lose my mind over her handjob, she enhanced the experience. She directed my dick back to her parted lips and sucked me fully into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.

The level of suction she applied was fucking transcendent, and every swipe of her tongue against my shaft sent me closer to climaxing. I moaned her name, drawing out each syllable like an overexcited sportscaster. Her thumb grazed my balls, which tightened under her touch. Suddenly, cream gushed from my cock. The intensity of my orgasm was mind-bending. My vision momentarily blurred. It was simply impossible for me to focus on anything besides Maddie’s lips and how they felt wrapped around my meat.

My amazing girl gobbled up every drop of jizz she pumped from my cock. She even licked up the bit that dripped from one corner of her lips. She hummed happily, and seeing her savor my sauce like it was some decadent dessert triggered yet another jolt of satisfaction for me.

My fingers were tangled in her hair, and I tightened my grip to hold her steady. I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, spilling the last of my seed down her throat.

“Oh yeah!” I shouted.

Remarkably, my energy spiked as the effects of my orgasm waned. I found myself overcome with a desire to sample Maddie’s snatch.

I helped her stand, then lifted her petite body and sat her on the counter.

“Your turn,” I told her.

I grabbed the chair and sat in front of her. She spread her thighs, and I leaned forward and proceeded to worship her with my tongue.

Some people spin fantasies that center on their own pleasure. Not me. When I lost myself in thoughts of Maddie, I’d imagine the flavor of her pussy. I’d longed to taste the sweet rush of her honey as her orgasm coaxed forth her juices. I’d picture her thighs hugging my cheeks as she straddled my face. I’d dreamt of how my five o’clock shadow would gently abrade her thighs and turn her skin a becoming shade pink.

After so many years of longing, I was finally faced with the real thing. I was overwhelmed in the best possible way. I couldn’t decide where to lick first. Her supple folds glistened, glazed with the sheen of her own arousal. Her pert, plump clit seemed to sparkle like a precious jewel. Where, oh, where did my tongue wish to go?

I eyed the rivulet of juice seeping from Maddie’s core. Suddenly, my mind was made up. I plastered my lips to her pussy and sucked at her opening.

“Oh,” Maddie sighed.

Syrupy nectar coated my tongue and slid down my throat. She tasted even sweeter than I’d expected. I gorged on Maddie’s succulent pussy, not stopping until her legs quaked and her orgasmic honey thoroughly coated my lips and chin. The sticky fluid evoked memories of feasting on sweet, sun-ripened mangos in summer. But this particular snack, of course, was much more sinful.

Eating Maddie out left me renewed and invigorated. Once again, my dick stood at attention, ready and waiting for round two. It pulsed with anticipation over the mere thought of diving deep inside her pussy. I stroked her slit, and her delicate flesh felt so soft against my fingers. I imagined it would feel incredible when her cunt enveloped my cock, surrounding me with her warmth.

Yes, I needed to go all the way with Maddie that night. Over a decade of longing would be enough to drive any man insane. It was finally time to scratch my itch.

While her inner walls were still spasming from her climax, I stood and plunged my cock into her pussy, pumping my hips like a man possessed.

Meanwhile, Maddie was hollering and cursing with all the color and creativity of a sailor. Her nails scraped my back, eliciting a tingling sting that sent delicious shivers up my spine.

I fucked Maddie until we both howled with pleasure, clawing at each other’s bodies as if one might tether the other to the earth. Come jetted from my cock like a geyser. It didn’t matter that this was my second orgasm of the evening. Years of pent-up desire coursed through my veins, producing intense feelings of pleasure.

Afterward, I withdrew from Maddie’s pussy. Some of my spunk oozed from her core, giving her the look of a cream-filled doughnut. Unable to control myself, I bent, swiped my tongue over her slit and slurped up my own come. It had mixed with Maddie’s juices, crafting the perfect post-coital cocktail.

Hands down, it was my best trip home yet.