Licking Lollipops by Marami Hung

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About the author:

Marami Hung began her escapades with erotica as the narrator of J.S. Cooper’s The Love Trials. You can also hear her in Kylie Gable’s Calendar Girl and Amber Ambrosia’s An Older Man’s Lust. Her debut novel, Licking Lollipops, will also be available as an audiobook.

What inspired you to write your book?

I’m an audiobook narrator in addition to a writer, and I wanted to write something that I would love to perform.

Here is a short sample from the book:

I straddled Coach Banks’s firm, tan torso, and I relished in every kiss he planted from my ear to below my collarbone. Behind me, the hard wall of his office was a little too cold, but that only added to my pleasure and contrasted with his hot skin. I threw my head back and looked above at the mounted football helmets and Coach of the Year Awards. This man deserved better than that. This man was smoking hot, and I was going to help him live out the fantasies he’d had for months.
A moan escaped my lips when I felt his large, masculine hands slip beneath my tight cheerleading top and caress my small breasts. I made sure not to wear a bra before I came to see him. I then looked deep into his big, brown eyes, letting him know through my gaze just how much he was turning me on. He smiled, and I saw a hint of satisfaction. Then his eyes flashed with hunger, and my vision brightened as he pinched my nipples. I whimpered then, sweetly, my nearly animalistic gasps heavy with ecstasy. I knew he liked his girls to be vocal. That’s why he liked the cheerleading team so much.
I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck and pulled myself closer to him for a long, deep kiss. The sensation of the tips of our tongues swirling around each other sent a burst of warmth below my belly button. He would be pleased when he finally reached down below my skirt.
“Coach,” I whispered in his ear, brushing my bottom lip against his lobe. “I’m all yours tonight. Please take me all the way. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
He pinched my nipples again, then flicked them. I cried out, and he caught my lips in another kiss. I moaned into his daring tongue as he continued to play with my small tits. As much as I would enjoy him to continue, at that moment, all I wanted was to feel his big cock inside of me.
He finally pulled away from my lips, his own wet and reddened from our passion. “I held myself back for months. I didn’t want to take things too quickly with you. Are you sure you want this?”
I nodded. “Yes! Yes, please, Coach!”
He smirked and gave me a quick kiss. “You were so worth the wait.”
With me still straddling him, he carried me over to his desk and swept his phone, paperwork, and football key chains onto the floor. This was the moment I had been waiting for; my heart thumped with excitement, my pussy throbbed with anticipation. He set me on top of his desk, the heels of my feet resting on the edge, and spread my knees wide open. He lifted up my navy blue pleated skirt and smiled at my hot pink, lacy panties. I made sure not to wear my cheerleading bloomers, either; they would be a hindrance for my Coach Banks.
He caressed my inner thighs, up and down, teasing me for several strokes until he ran his index finger over my pussy, pressing harder when he reached my clit. I gasped and writhed on top of his desk as he played with my clit through a layer of soft lace. I could feel myself becoming wetter with each passing stroke and craved the moment he pulled off my panties.
It seemed like an eternity had passed when I decided to pull them off myself. I tossed them onto the floor next to his phone and spread myself wide again, so he could take in the view of my hairless, glistening pussy. He smiled and started to unbuckle his belt.
“Do you like what you see?” I asked him breathlessly.
He dropped his jeans and boxers, and his already erect cock twitched in the presence of my exposed pussy. “See for yourself,” he said, his voice deep and husky. I couldn’t wait to hear him groan in that sexy voice as he fucked me wildly. I swallowed hard as I imagined my pussy swallowing a cock as big as his.
He pulled out a condom from the top drawer of his desk and rolled it down his penis with one hand, and with the other, began to finger me. His touch made me shiver and he swiped my wetness up and down, teasing my clit for a split second before he moved away.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “Are you ready for me?”
I looked desperately at his cock, looking even more like a prize wrapped in rubber. “I… I don’t know. You’re so big, Coach! I always thought you were buff and manly, but… oh my God!” I whimpered again, and his cock twitched once more. He liked that. “I… I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“I’ll take it slow.” He guided himself between my legs. He rubbed the underside of his large cock over my pussy, the head practically licking my clit, and it felt a thousand times better than his finger. My pussy was on fire, and I could feel my juices overflowing between my ass. Insertion would be easy, I knew it.
The head of his penis encircled the entrance of my pussy, and I groaned. “Please, stop teasing!”
I felt blissful pressure in my vagina as he penetrated me—no pain, just pure pleasure. I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was. The other cheerleaders would throw themselves at him for a chance to feel his thick cock hammering them. He pushed himself all the way inside of me and rested there for a moment.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked me.
I nodded, my cheeks flushed, and I smiled at him. “I feel amazing.”
He nearly pulled himself out, then pushed himself back in again. I could feel my heartbeat in the tips of my fingers. Such a slow pace was excruciating for me. His movements would take me high to the mountaintop of orgasmic bliss, but then he would stop and I would have to climb down again. I wanted to feel the release of jumping from the highest cliff and skydiving back down to earth.
“You can go faster,” I pleaded him.
He thrust himself and I felt his balls resting against my ass. He reached forward and played with my breasts while he stood still, inside of me. He asked, “Are you sure you want me to?”
“It’s okay.” I nodded. “Really.”
He smirked, and I melted inside. I knew I liked him for more than just his body. He ran his hands down from my breasts to my hips, and gradually increased the pace of his own pelvis, until he was pounding me so hard that I had to hold onto the desk.
“Oh, Coach! You’re…! Oh, fuck!”
“What?” he groaned, and that sound alone nearly brought me to orgasm. “What am I doing, Hayley?”
“You’re fucking me! Oh, you’re fucking me so hard!”
“Hayley!” He groaned loudly. “Your pussy is so tight!”
“Coach!” I gasped and shut my eyes, throwing the back of my hand to cover them. “I’m gonna come!”
With that, he slowed down his pace, but his cock rubbed even more intensely against my G-spot. My pussy tightened, then exploded ecstasy throughout my body, and I screamed and moaned for almost a whole minute until the pleasurable spasms calmed down.
Coach Banks pulled out, removed the condom, and started to jerk off to finish himself off.
Panting, I reached toward him and said, “Coach, let me.”
I crawled off the desk and guided him against it, then knelt in front of him. I blew a soft puff of air on the tip of his penis, then started to swirl my tongue over it, like a lollipop. It only took a few seconds for him to come, and I invited the warm, thick fluids to burst onto my face. He groaned at his own release, and I stood up, smiling at him. I gave him a quick kiss on his lips; mine still tasted like him.
He panted, as if he had ran ten miles. I supposed an athletic guy like him would have more stamina, but orgasms could get the best of men.
“Wow,” he said.
“Thank you.”
My cheerleading top was still rolled above my breasts, so I pulled it down as far as it would go, just above my navel. I retrieved my pink panties from the floor. Coach Banks stepped away from the desk and helped me replace everything on top of his desk as they were before.
“So… Do I owe you extra? For that awesome ending.” He gestured at my face.
I took a tissue from his desk and cleaned myself, shaking my head. “It was my suggestion, not yours, so you can consider it a freebie.”
“Wow. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. I do have to maintain a good working relationship with my clients.”
He pulled open one of his desk drawers and counted several fifty dollar bills. As soon as he handed them to me, I counted them in front of him. I frowned and pulled out two fifty dollar bills, then handed them back to him.
“You gave me too much.”
Coach Banks smiled. “Honest, too.” He lowered my hand. “Think of it as a tip. I want to see you again.”
“That’s really nice of you.” I looked toward his office door. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Of course.” He opened the door for me and I stepped out into the hall. I could hear his dogs barking from outside. “Feel free to let yourself out. I’ll be in touch.”
He closed the door behind me and shut himself back in his office. I walked into his bathroom. One glance at my reflection, and I knew it would be a good idea to rinse my face before walking out in public. I pulled off the cheerleading costume and started redressing myself in my normal clothes.
Six months had passed since I had graduated from high school, though depending on my costume, I could look like a middle-schooler. That was both a blessing and a curse for my short stature. It made walking down crowded streets difficult because I couldn’t see where I was going, but I could just duck below everyone like a midget and speed my way through. People would forever think I was a lot younger than I really was, which would be pretty awesome when I turned fifty. But for the past eighteen years of my life, people had constantly asked if I needed help finding my parents. Not cool.
I draped my oversized, oatmeal-colored, cable knit sweater over my baggy tank top. This was the Leilani that I presented to everyone at school.
And no, my name wasn’t Hayley. She must’ve been one of the cheerleaders that Coach Banks had a crush on. Of course I didn’t correct him, because that would’ve ruined his fantasy, and ruining fantasies was a big no-no in this business.
I twirled around at my own reflection, making sure nothing else was out of place, and walked away from a room of sexual fantasies, and into the real world.