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Climbing The Greasy Pole (Part Two)

17 June 2022 /

There Victoria was, bent over the balcony in a very expensive hotel suite looking at the city skyline all lit up, her freshly fucked cunt uncovered by her lifted-up dress and out to the breeze. She knew she had to pass a test to get to fuck him again, and she needed to, for her cunt’s sake and that of her career.

She felt her ultimate boss’ fingers part her cunt lips and something plastic and tight fitting cup around her clit. With his hand again in the small of her back, he told her she could not move, and her clit had to remain in contact with the wand, how long for was entirely up to him, but he did like punishing clits.

With some false bravado, she told him to do his worst. She’d been pretty rough with her clit herself, but she had a feeling this guy would surpass her own clit punishment.

The plastic clit cup started vibrating, firstly at a slow pace, then building up a minute at a time until the wand was on full power. She remembered it as a total beast; harsher, stronger and more powerful than anything she had used before. Very soon, her clit was starting to throb, and she felt the desire to try to break contact with the vibrating cup even for a brief second. But she knew if she did, she was done.

She gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to shout stop. Her clit was swollen and throbbing as wave after wave of vibrations flowed through it. But amid the ferocity of the vibrations, she started to feel an orgasm building. Her clit was feeling both pain and a throb of orgasm at the same time, and very quickly she started screaming as he made her cum. But even as she came, he didn’t stop the vibration assault on her clit. As the orgasm ebbed away, the pain of the rubbed and swollen clit came back with a vengeance. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this. Her clit was getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder, more and more raw and this was definitely past pleasure now for her. But she was determined to give him what he wanted.

And then, all of a sudden, the vibrating cup left her clit, and she felt his tongue licking around her clit and then his teeth gently biting on her clit (not enough for blood, but enough for her to feel the joins between his teeth). It felt like he was chewing on her clit, which was a little painful given the swollen and abused state of her clit, but also rather pleasurable. After a while of this, she felt his mouth leave her and again felt the wind blowing round her cunt.

While she was in a slightly delirious mixture of endorphins and pain, he told her each time they fucked, she’d have to do the clit test again, and each time, she’d have to last longer than the previous, oh and he wouldn’t tell her how long she had been or whether she had beaten her time. She knew it was only a matter of time before she failed the test, and she didn’t want to know what happened when she did.

But it was clear he was in charge, and it was clear he was going to fuck her again, so from her perspective, it was job done.

After a brief period of alone time, he helped her up and stripped off her dress and bra. He threw the bra off the balcony, and it disappeared down to the street below. He sat on a chair on the balcony, with his mouth at tit height. He pulled her towards him and started sucking on her nipples, slowly getting more and more rough until he was doing the same safe chewing action he used on her clit. Her nipples were getting hard again, and he seemed to know when she was starting to feel another orgasm building, because it got close, and then he pinched her clit quite viciously, instantly making her start to cum. Her legs collapsed and he caught her and laid her on the balcony floor, where he just stood watching her, sipping on his champagne.

As she looked up at him, she knew she was there for his pleasure, a toy for him. But she had to remember why she was there: friends in high places and promotion.

He told her she had done well, and she’d earned herself another fuck right now, and a meeting next time he was in the area. He held out a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, and went to kiss him after she was up. He stepped back and told her no kissing, before leading her back into the suite. He bent her over the sofa, which was at a perfect height to really make her legs open for him. He ploughed his cock into her again, making her rear up as he drove in and making her tits swing. But after about a dozen hard strokes, he started on a more gentle, yet pacey, fuck, building her orgasm the old-fashioned way. They both knew this would take a while, but she could revel in a long hard fuck with her cunt filled by a long hard cock.

She thought she was all orgasmed out, but his persistence and rhythm made another orgasm start to build. Quite how he found that in her she did not know, but she could feel him getting harder and harder as she got closer and closer. She cried out a little, then longer as her orgasm started, and he slammed in to her and his cock pulsed and more cum spewed into her cunt. Her tits ached from the swinging (which they were unaccustomed to at the time), but nevertheless, she loved that viscous snapping action.

When they had both finished, she felt his cock withdraw, and she heard him say she could see herself out. She looked round and he’d gone, leaving her cummy cunt flapping in the open, leaving her aching tits dangling and leaving her desperate for more cock. She wasn’t getting any though, and she put on the dress, having to be braless and choosing to be pantyless. She then left the room and went down to reception.

The concierge smiled that innocent concierge smile and handed her her bra (hanging, so the enormity of her cups was visible to anyone in reception). She brazened it out, thanking him and asking him to call her a cab.

She came down from the sexual high in the cab, and was exhausted, but pretty pleased with herself. Despite the pain, that was the most amazing sex she had had, the strongest and most repeated orgasms she had had, and she was desperate to get another dose; she’d never had that before. She had never got in a cab before holding her bra, panties in her bag, cum oozing from her cunt and throbbing nipples and clit. She was a wreck, but a very happy wreck.

Shortly after she got home, right when she was tending to her sore and abused clit and nipples, she received a text from him telling her she could be late in tomorrow. He’d sort it. My god, she thought, this might actually work.

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.

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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