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Tasting A Girl (Part Two)

10 June 2021 /

Melissa had just given me the biggest orgasm I had ever had, shaking me to my core. We sat back on the bed and cuddled and kissed for a bit, as I was recovering and working out how to repay the favour. I was hopeful I was going to taste my first cunt in only a matter of minutes, and I was trying to remember technique from my male lover at uni, who was pretty good at getting me to cum with his tongue.

When I was ready, I started to work on her nipples again, also licking down between her tits. She brushed away my hair from my face and told me to do what I thought, not just to copy her. That was my invitation to plant my face between her legs and lick her out, something I was dreaming about for weeks before.

I slowly moved my hands down under her dress and hooked my fingers over each side of her panties, easing them over her ass and onto the floor. I thought that was symbolic – removing her panties before I finished taking off her dress. The dress was soon to follow though.

There in front of me was this totally majestic woman, her bald cunt was the first bald one I had ever seen. I gently pushed at her belly and she got the hint and sat back on the bed, her ass right on the edge. I lowered myself to my knees, as she pulled the pillows over and leant back on them. I delicately kissed at her cunt lips as I remembered my male lover doing, before starting to work my tongue along her folds, around her clit and flitting in and out of her canal. I really didn’t know if I was doing it right, but I heard moans of contentment coming from Melissa, so I concluded I was heading the right way. I tirelessly worked with my mouth for what seemed like hours (but could only have been somewhat less), and as my tongue was starting to tire, I used my fingers to additionally start working on her clit. I have to admit I was somewhat mean to her clit, pinching it and rubbing it in an unforgiving way, quite brutal in some ways, but her back was arching and she was taking it all.

And then, suddenly, the magic happened. She came, and my mouth was flooded with her wonderful juices. I eagerly lapped them up, as I heard Melissa say “Gently”. I slowed down and cleaned her up a bit, then left her cunt. She sat up and we kissed, us sharing her juices between our two mouths. It was very erotic.

We spent the next while cuddling, smiling, and laughing as we suddenly felt very comfortable with each other. Then she went to her drawer and pulled out a dildo. I remember thinking it was quite large (although I suspect I wouldn’t think that now), and it was certainly larger than the one I had. She assured me it had only been used on her cunt, but she wanted to use it on mine. That sounded like a great idea.

She inserted the end of it into her mouth and started to suck to get it nice and slippery, as I laid back on the bed, my head up on a pillow so I could see her work. She opened my legs up and nudged the end of the dildo against my vulva, just rubbing the end up and down between my cunt lips. She stopped and started gently pushing against my cunt and it started to slide in, with a little backwards motion occasionally to get it feeling comfortable. Once it slid all the way in, she left it and came up my body to kiss me. Then she went back to her drawer and plucked out a vibrator and put it next to my right hand.

“When you want to cum,” she explained, “use that on your clit. But be careful, because I want a long session, so when you do cum, you need to be able to carry on.” I nodded that I understood, and she started sliding the dildo in and out, slowly at first, but very rhythmically. It felt so good to have my cunt filled again, even if it was a toy, and I loved the look of concentration on Melissa’s face as she worked the dildo in and out. I felt my orgasm starting to build, and my body must have given her a signal that caused her to speed up and to slam the dildo in a little harder. It built so far and seemed to stall, so I turned on the vibrator and applied it to my clit. I was very quickly on the edge of exploding and my body was moving around, and I was moaning, and then I cried out and came. I rubbed my clit with the tip of the vibrator a few times to extend the orgasm a bit, and when my body has stopped shaking, I opened my eyes to tell her to stop.

She had a loving look on her face but told me she wasn’t stopping for a long time yet, so I had to knuckle down and get used to it. The problem is my clit gets very sensitive, so I knew it would hurt a little to apply the vibrator. Equally though, I knew she wanted me to do it again and again, and I really wanted to please my lover.

She hadn’t broken rhythm all through my orgasm and she carried on with slower and full strokes. It actually didn’t take long for pressure to start building up in my cunt again. I bit my lip and applied the tip of the vibrator to my clit, causing me to cry out in pain. Without breaking rhythm, she asked if I was OK, and I confirmed I was, demanding she fuck me harder.

It was the first time I had decided to be merciless on my own body, and my poor clit was the part of my body I’d decided deserved no mercy. So as Melissa sped up her strokes, I worked my clit with the vibrator and soon I was cumming for her again.

This clit torture was going on for over an hour, and I lost count at the number of times I came at six. But after an instruction to “make this a big one”, she pulled the dildo out, saying I’d had enough for one day. She lent down and gave my cunt a thorough clean with her tongue, as I lay there exhausted. I was keen to return the favour, so after a break of about half an hour of cuddling, we switched over and she received the same treatment from me, nice hard rhythmic dildoing for over an hour, with her using the vibrator on her clit to bring herself to numerous quite large and satisfying orgasms.

Once she had finished cumming, I licked her cunt clean and then we each licked half the dildo, which was covered in our combined juices, and we lay back on the bed kissing with very busy tongues. We were both very happy, and I was pleased my uni guy wasn’t expecting a fuck tonight.

She was my first lesbian lover, and one I returned to over and over whilst I was at university.

Tasting A Girl (Part One)

31 May 2021 /

I fucked my uni guy a lot. We weren’t a couple – I think we’d have killed each other. But we did have lots of sex, and decent sex, if a little formulaic, but he certainly did everything he could to please me sexually. I was pretty happy.

But all the time, I was noticing other uni girls, and I found myself wanting to bury my head between their legs and theirs between mine.

I knew some bi girls (none of whom I fancied) and on a few drunken occasions, I spoke to them about what I was feeling. They thought the feelings were definitely real, and that I might be bi, and helpfully, they said there was only one way to find out.

How on earth could I pull one of these girls I lusted after? After all, I was slightly overweight and definitely oversexed with cock, but with no experience of cunt.

And then one night, I got very very drunk, and we played one of those truth games. I mostly escaped the perils of the dice, but near the end, I had to answer, and my question was “Who in this room do you most want to fuck?” I should have carefully weighed up the pros and cons, I should have been thoughtful. I wasn’t. I was drunk. I blurted out Melissa, realised what I’d done, and then quickly moved the game on. I thought I’d got away with it. I thought she hadn’t heard.

I was wrong. I didn’t find out until the following day when, with a slight hangover, I went for a walk into the local town, and who should I see but Melissa breezing around in a light floaty summer dress, her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze. She looked utterly gorgeous, and it reaffirmed again that I really wanted to fuck her.

As she saw me, her face lit up and she came over. She leant in for a hug and I thought she had brushed her hand across my ass. Nah, I imagined it. Anyway, we had some lunch and chatted about all sorts of stuff. We mentioned the party the previous day, but nothing was said about me wanting to fuck her.

After the lunch, we started the walk up the hill to the university, and as we got close, she sat down on a bench and I joined her. After the conversation going on a bit, she asked what I had planned for the rest of the afternoon. I had nothing planned and said so, asking if she had anything in mind.

She leant in towards me, ever so gently touched her lips against mine and I felt a hand cup my right tit. Fireworks were going off in my mind, and she broke her lips away and said she was sure we’d think of something. I leant in and started a full on tonguey kiss that ramped up the sexual energy in an instant.

What I didn’t realise was that Melissa was having bi thoughts herself, and I was one of the ones she had noticed and had thoughts about. When I blurted out my little revelation, Melissa had to decide whether she wanted to explore her bi side, or just ignore it and carry on with men exclusively. She wasn’t sure until she met me in town, and that kiss was so electric that she knew, actually we both knew, that it was the right choice.

And within the hour, my head was indeed buried between her legs and I was getting my first taste of another cunt, a taste and desire I’ve never lost.

When we got back to her room, we were somewhat awkward. We sat down on the bed not touching each other, almost checking that the other wanted to carry on. Melissa slipped her dress off her shoulders and sat in her bra with the top of her dress bunched around her waist. I took my top off over my head and discarded it on the floor. I made a sign that indicated she should turn round, and I unhooked her bra clasp. She held her bra on by pressing her arms against her sides, then she turned round and allowed me to take the bra off her tits in a proper reveal. They were magnificent, and I instinctively lowered my head towards them. I kissed each nipple, then chose the left one to encircle with my tongue and to suck on. In that instant, I knew why men are obsessed with tits. Turns out I’m obsessed with tits too.

I licked and sucked on each nipple in turn, and squeezed and kneaded at her tits, but realised I needed to not tire my tongue out, as I had plans for it lower down. So, I leant back, and Melissa eagerly repeated what I’d done. There is something amazing about a woman sucking your nipples that is just not the same for a man. I suppose it is a gentleness, a respect, a knowledge of exactly what it feels like. It is special, and we both felt it.

After Melissa tended to my nipples and squeezed my tits for about the same time, she broke off and we kissed again, proper passionate kisses with full tongues, enhanced by our bare tits squashing against each other.

We broke off and looked each other over, Melissa reaching down for the buckle on my trousers. I let her undo it, then got off the bed and slid my trousers off onto the floor. It was at this moment that I was thankful that I had not bothered washing my clothes, so a tiny sexy thong was the only panties I had clean that day. I was also pleased I’d been for a trim down there, so I looked perfectly manicured. I wasn’t bothered how I looked for my man, but for Melissa, I wanted to be as perfect as I could be.

She signalled that I should twirl, and I turned round, her running her hand on my large but firm ass as I rotated. As my face got back to the front, she stood up, put her arms round me and embraced me, our tits squashing together and our lips attaching to each other.

After a good minute, I felt her right hand slide round my waist over towards my cunt. Her left hand, which was on my back, changed position as if to brace me, and as she broke my kiss, I felt her fingers reach inside my panties and start stroking at my cunt lips. I didn’t back away. I just gazed at her beautiful happy face and look in her deep blue eyes, as I felt her fingers expertly working on first the outer folds and then starting to dip in and out.

Her demeanour changed from loving and gentle to focussed and a little harsher. I felt my cunt getting wetter and wetter as she was working my cunt with her fingers, thrusting them in and out on a rhythm, her thumb nudging my clit with every stroke. The hand in my back stopped me backing away and kept her fingers in contact with my increasingly wet cunt, and soon I began crying out. She had me near, and she was going to make me cum, and it wasn’t going to be long. Finally, I came, and as my legs started to give way, the arm round my waist changed from stopping me retreating to holding me up, and she moved her other hand away and brought it to my mouth to lick.

The determined look faded away and she was back to loving, and I was hooked.

So We Weren’t Too Drunk To Be Fucked (50th – Part Four)

11 July 2020 /

I finally got my husband’s write-up of our drunk fuck in my hands, and Victoria was eagerly looking over my shoulder to read it at the same time I was.

I was worked up, I was in a sexy mood, and excited as I read the first line. “Well at least you didn’t throw up or piss in the car.” Cheeky fucker. Mind you, we were that drunk, it wouldn’t have surprised me if we did. We barely got into the car and took a couple of minutes to find the seatbelts, giggling the entire time.

I snuggled up to Vicki on the back seat of the car and I got a good strong dose of parfum de cunt. I buried my head between her thighs and started licking away at what I could reach of her cunt. She opened her legs to help and that allowed me to get my head further down and my tongue further in. As the thing mostly in reach was her clit, even in her drunken state, she was going to cum, and she played with my hair whilst I got her there.

After she came, Victoria started begging my husband for our expected fucks, whilst I tried to sound authoritative, reminding him of our consent and demanding cock; authoritative doesn’t work when you’re pissed.

When we got home, he had to help us out of the car and almost had to carry us in, one at a time. I was first, and he took me straight to the bedroom, stripped my dress and bra off me and rolled me on to the bed (so I ended up naked and face up).

He returned a couple of minutes later with Vicki in his arms and stood her at the foot of the bed. She lifted her arms to have her dress removed, then as he pulled it off, she collapsed and she fell face forwards, her top half falling onto the bed, her face being near my cunt.

When she finally spotted my cunt, she drunkenly started licking. It wasn’t her best licking effort; she didn’t get in rhythm, but she gave it a valiant go. He offered his cock to my mouth as Vicki was licking, and I swallowed it in and started sucking. It wasn’t a particularly focussed suck either, but it got him hard, which was useful.

He went behind Vicki, picked her up off her knees (by putting his hand between her legs under her cunt and lifting). Once she was standing up, bent over with her tits still resting on the bed, he drove his cock into her cunt. He rightly assessed she would be slick enough without warm-up, so he held onto her hips as she was bent over and just rhythmically fucked her. She had a smile on her face but was otherwise not that responsive. He was surprised, as he thought the chances of making her cum were non-existent, yet she got louder and louder and eventually came, and he did almost immediately as he was fighting to hold on.

He withdrew his cock and returned to my mouth to give me a taste of her cunt. As I sucked, I put my hand to my cunt and started fumbling around there. After a couple of minutes, Vicki seemed to notice, so she moved my hand out of the way, and she started fucking me with her fingers, and licking at my clit, and this time, she got enough rhythm to make me cum, although it took some time to get me there.

My husband stood watching the show and bringing his cock back to life. It didn’t take much.

He clambered onto the bed and lined his cock up over my cunt. Vicki stopped playing with my cunt, parted my cunt lips and moved her head back a little, allowing my husband to insert the tip of his cock between my lips. Then she let go and he deeply filled my cunt with his cock. I apparently sounded quite desperate when I said, “Fuck me, fuck me” and my husband started long steady strokes with his cock, meaning I went from nearly full to nearly empty every second or so.

Vicki moved her head again so that with every stroke, her tongue ran over his balls. This made him particularly hard and particularly big. It was a long hard fuck, as he was fresh from cumming in Vicki’s cunt, so he could last a very long time. And I just lay there and took every stroke, every inch, every throb. He said it was really obvious that I wasn’t responding as I usually would (as our regular sex is very emotional), and he felt like he was really using me as a hole. But use my hole he did and eventually, with the help of Vicki’s tongue on his balls, he managed to both make me cum and cum himself.

He then wiped his cock on my outer flaps (something that would make me feel quite degraded when I’m not drunk), and then he climbed off me.

Vicki started trying to move, and my husband went to help her up onto the bed properly. As she finally laid face up, she moaned slightly and started to fidget, particularly around the middle part of her body. My husband watched her distress for a minute, and then had a brainwave.

He gently pressed on her bladder, and it felt as hard as iron. Yes, the poor girl was distressed because she needed to piss. In a good piece of planning before he left, he had put protective coverings on the bed “just in case they were needed.” So, he opened her cunt flaps to reveal her pisshole, told her to just go ahead and piss, and pressed harder on her bladder to encourage her. He loves pressing on a female bladder, as normally, the muscles are not strong enough to stop piss forcing its way out.

But this time, there was no resistance at all, and he got to watch with delight as the piss flowed steadily from her pisshole. She seemed to not try to stop it; she just smiled in relief as her piss flowed. He pressed on her bladder a couple more times to ensure it was emptying.

There she was, Vicki the professional lying naked in her own pissy bed. The juxtaposition was delicious. Her piss was seeping over my side of the bed, and I started to try to roll away from it. He gently pushed me back so that my right ass cheek was firmly in a pissy bed, and he lightly held me down by the bladder. He opened my cunt flaps too, and then pushed harder down on my bladder. I squirmed a little, but he kept steady pressure on my bladder and copious amount of my piss joined Vicki’s on the bed. When I was empty, he left us in our drunken dozy state surrounded by our piss.

Three hours later, his cock had recovered and he was ready for some anal. He is quite used to turning us over when we are asleep, as sometimes we need turning over for a lazy anal session. Neither of us stirred much as he flipped us over, so he lubed up my asshole, inserted his cock and fucked me and came. I barely reacted.

Once he had removed his cock, he roughly inserted a substantial butt plug and left me there. He came back another hour later to do the same to Vicki, and as you know, he returned later to swap our butt plugs over and then to talk to us once we awoke.

It sounded amazing. Shame we were too drunk to remember.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part Two)

29 May 2020 /

My tongue was getting tired, but Paula was so close to cumming, I had to persevere. That last little kick seemed to take forever, and she started rocking her hips to give my tongue a hand, and her reward for this rocking was a shuddering orgasm, which I prolonged by doing short bursts of quick flicks with my tongue. I licked up some of her cum, and then gave way to my husband who gently finished cleaning her up. For the first time since I’d known her, she looked deliriously happy.

He got up off the floor and went and sat in the chair facing her and the fire, as she lay there with her eyes closed, bare cunt on display.

After a short while, she opened her eyes and sat up, raising her arms and removing her dress completely. She had a matching bra to go with her tiny panties. The bra was clearly struggling to cage her 30FF tits as she was still heavily breathing.

I handed her the glass of wine, and she was clearly enjoying the sensation of the rug on her ass. For the next twenty minutes, they were telling me stories of their fucking. All quite vanilla compared to the kink we get up to, but it was clear they were great for each other at the time.

Paula was saying how she loved the way his cock got so hard that he could probe in the area of her cunt, and he would eventually enter her hands free. I said he could still do that, and her face lit up.

She put her left hand into the right cup of her bra and pulled her tit up over the top of the cup, then did the same with her right hand and her left tit. That is the blow job position he trained me in right from the first blow job I gave him. She looked at him expectantly, and he obliged by getting up, undoing his trousers and dropping them to the floor. She was surprised he wasn’t wearing pants, until I told her he did it for me so that I could get easy access to his cock.

She thought it made sense, and beckoned him her way, grasping around his cock with one hand and rolling his balls in her other hand. She was being quite rough with his balls and was running her hand with thumb and forefinger in a circle tight round his shaft from behind his glans to his balls. His cock had jumped to attention, and she slipped his glans into her mouth and then started rocking forward, sliding her mouth down his shaft right behind her fingers and whilst squeezing and twisting his balls.

As her mouth got more and more frantic, his balls got more and more twisted until on one outward stroke, her motion carried on and she rolled back to the rug and spread her legs wide, her feet hanging in mid-air.

He dropped to his knees, leant over her and probed at her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and then on one such probe, his glans disappeared from view. He smiled wickedly and her eyes widened, as he made small rocking motions out and larger motions in, and soon, he was balls deep in her cunt and she was crying out from his size.

The hem of my skirt was up round my waist, and I was playing with my cunt. I was avoiding touching my clit too often as I didn’t want to cum too early. My eyes were fixed on his cock as he started his long strokes in and out. Each time he drove in, she let out a little yelp. He leant back on his heels a little, meaning his arms weren’t holding his weight any more, and this allowed him to grab on to her tits. His motion backwards and forwards, twisting her tits with every stroke, and her expression turned from surprise to gritty determination. She breathlessly told him to stick with that movement and her moans got louder and louder.

I started including my clit in a figure of eight movement, as I thought she was close to cumming, and I thought I’d get closer and try to time my orgasm with hers. She gritted her teeth as he was obviously perfectly rubbing her cunt as she needed it, whilst still twisting her tits.

Her cries got really loud as I tried to muffle mine, and within a few more moments, her body started jolting and shuddering as it gave way to another orgasm. He kept the relentless rhythm for a few more seconds and I focussed solely on my clit. He slammed into her cunt, stayed deeply buried and unloaded his cum deep inside her. I yelled out, closed my eyes, did circular motions on my clit (missing a few out occasionally) and prolonged my orgasm as much as I could.

When I had stopped, I removed my hand from my cunt, and opened my eyes to find them both looking at me and my exposed cunt with big smiles. Paula looked at my husband and said that she had never tasted cunt before and asked if he thought now would be a good time to start. Thankfully he absolutely did, so I stripped off as she sat up and removed the bra from under her tits. Then I squatted on my knees over her face and let her tongue start work on me. Her eyes were looking straight at my tits and for someone who had never licked a cunt before, she was doing a great job. My husband’s cock, no doubt fairly limp, was still in her cunt and therefore he was behind me, so as I rode her face, my husband reached round me and grabbed my tits, making them twist slightly each time I moved. She had licked me clean of cum but was now focussing mostly on my clit. What with that and the tit twisting, it wasn’t long before I was cumming again and covering her face with sticky juices. I let her clean my cunt up with her tongue for a while, then I moved off her and leant down to clean off her face and then had a nice long tonguy cunt-tasting kiss.

Once we’d stopped kissing, my husband said she needed something nice and gentle to finish off, so he had her roll over on the rug and he held her ass cheeks apart and started licking down her crack and focussing on her asshole. After he’d done that for a while, he gave way for me to take over working her asshole with my tongue and he went up to stroke Paula’s hair. She seemed contented and almost purring.

My husband later admitted that he used to love finishing like that, but after the amount of anal he’s had lately, he really wanted to get his cock buried deep into her asshole. Anal has always been a red line with her, but I said I thought maybe one day she would try it. Maybe she needed to see me getting a big fat cock ploughing into my asshole to make her want it. Still, that was all for next time, and I was sure there would be a next time.

A Cottage, A Rug and A Paula (Part One)

23 May 2020 /

It was a difficult autumn last year. I didn’t know I had gluten issues to explain feeling unwell, and it has been quite an eventful few weeks, so we decided to take a week out in a holiday cottage to relax, unwind and fuck. Victoria came for a couple of days at each end (over the weekends), and we had a few days without her in the middle.

One of those middle evenings was taken up meeting a friend called Paula. She is actually an ex-friend with benefits of my husband. They were thrust together when they were each being bullied by their bosses at work. They supported each other and ended up fucking rather a lot, before they each moved on to other companies and Paula moved out of the area. That was eleven years ago (before I was with my husband), but she made contact with him in February last year.

She had split up with her husband after a pretty awful marriage and I think she was hoping for some sex. But instead, I became friends with her too. She is lovely, about seven years older than my husband, but very fit and I had to admit I’d have liked to have got inside her panties myself. But clearly, she was struggling. I did offer to lend her my husband to fuck her, but the idea seemed to blow her mind. We’ve met up a number of times since, and she has turned into a really good friend, but nothing sexual had occurred.

As the cottage where we were staying is only about fifty minutes from her, she popped over on the Tuesday evening to see us. We were going to go out for a meal. Sex didn’t even cross any of our minds when we organised it.

When she arrived, we had the log fire raging, and she hadn’t been there long when we brought up the thick rug in front of the fire, and we mentioned how the landlady told us she had several rugs so one was washed after each set of guests (without mentioning why). We all knew it was because people fucked on the rug, and we took no time in doing so ourselves when we first arrived and with Victoria. It was so soft and welcoming, and we used it a lot in the days before Paula arrived.

When we spoke about the softness, Paula got up and lay down on the rug, closing her eyes in happiness, and saying how fabulous it felt and how amazing it would be to be fucked on it. She parted her legs an inch more than they were and she looked at us each in turn.

In my kinky mind, that was an invitation, and my husband looked at me with a naughty sparkle in his eye that said he did too. He nudged her legs slightly further apart, and he knelt down in between them, as she looked across at him with a little smile.

Calmly, he gently took the front edge of her skirt and lifted it up past her waist. All she was wearing underneath was the tiniest black lace thong. There was no sign of hair anywhere either on or between her legs. He looked across at me and I winked at him before we looked back down at Paula. She looked happy with what he had done so far. He hooked a finger on either side of the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down. She gently lifted her ass off the rug, whilst he pulled her panties over her cheeks, then she dropped her ass back down to the floor as he took her panties all the way off.

He rolled them into a ball, held them to his nose, inhaled her aroma, and then he threw them to me. Paula looked at me as I did the same and seemed to take that as assurance that I was happy with events.

I carried on inhaling her scent from her panties, as my husband began stroking up and down her cunt, which was presented in the hamburger style. She really has the lips for it, with just the right amount of puffiness to make her cunt look edible!

She looked very content as he stroked from her clit to her perineum, and then she looked between us both and said “I had an MOT this morning, like he and I always used to. It is in my bag.” and she nodded in the direction of her bag. Still inhaling her panties, I pulled out an envelope and had a look at the results – she was disease free and already had a coil to stop pregnancy. Even more important though was the fact she had the tests done at all. That demonstrated intent. Sex may not have crossed her mind when we organised this, but it did before she arrived, and she came here to take me up on my offer; she came here for a fuck.

I told my husband she was good to go, and he started dipping his fingers into her cunt. She looked contented to finally be getting some genital attention, a clear seven months after first making contact.

“Paula here” he started saying “used to like having her asshole licked but didn’t like any more anal penetration than a tongue”. She nodded, but had her eyes closed, seemingly focussing on his fingers. “But she has a very juicy cunt” he continued, as Paula giggled a little. Sweet and endearing.

I noticed his voice was very soothing and mellow, in stark contrast to when he calls me a slut and hurls me onto the sofa for a raw fuck. This girl needed wooing. This girl needed soft velvety comfort, and he was supplying it.

He moved his hand so that his thumb was on her clit and all four fingers were moving in and out of her cunt. Her body was starting to wriggle and shake, as his hand worked her clit and cunt more intensely. She occasionally lifted her ass off the rug as she strained against his hand, and she got louder and louder as she got nearer to cumming. I looked at the concentration on his face as he tended to her, and she started to cum, yelling as she did, and he kept doing occasional small shudders with his hand to milk her orgasm to the end.

Once she stopped cumming, he withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices off them. I was hoping for a taste, but I wasn’t disappointed with what he did next. He raised her ass up on a cushion, then leant over and had a few licks, commenting to her that she tasted as good as she ever did, and then he offered me a chance to taste. She looked at me and smiled. I wanted to dive in with a full Vicki style tongue examination, but remembering his gentle approach, I use slow deliberate strokes with my tongue. She did indeed taste wonderful, and my tongue slowly hoovered up all her juices that it could find. But before I had finished, my tongue action had started her hips moving again, and although my tongue was starting to tire, I realised there were more orgasms in her right now and I focussed on getting her closer. She came pretty hard when he fingered her, but I really wanted to make her cum again really hard – I love the juxtaposition of a sweet woman who loves to be wooed letting herself be brought to a massive continuing orgasm in an unrelenting way, and I was the unrelenting woman to get her there.

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