I could feel her hands now sliding behind my head and holding my face tightly against her body. Her fingers were in my hair, tangling and twisting them, and pressing my face upward into her wetness. I could feel the heat of her thighs pressed against my face, and she lifted her legs and arched her body upward to meet my licking, probing tongue.
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "That's great… wonderful… more… do more… please!"
My tongue was pushed as far into her as it would go. My jaw ached from being pressed so tightly against her cunt, and I could feel a throbbing in my temples from the strain of my pushing, licking tongue. I curled it into a round cylinder, and slid it in and out, up and down the length of her passageway. I could feel the smooth, slippery walls of her cunt slip past my wet, moving tongue.
"Oh, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy!" Lynda said in a moaning, passionate voice. "You're great! God!"
Suddenly her body stiffened. Her hands were pushing. at my face, trying to pry my lips, from her cunt. Her thighs twisted away from me, robbing my lips of its pleasure.
"No!" Lynda moaned. "Stop, please!"
"Why?" I asked, looking up between her legs. My mouth was slobbering and wet, and trickles of juice dribbled down my chin. I could taste thin fibers of her cunt hair in my mouth.
"I didn't clean myself!" she moaned. "My… cunt!"
"I don't under-"
"BRIT she shouted. "We had sex this morning! Before he left for work. He came inside of me! I didn't clean it out!"
I could hardly express the intensity of the burning need that exploded in my body when I heard her words. The very thought of my tongue being in her cunt then-the same place where her husband Bill's prick had been, and where his sperm still was-made the urgency of what I had been doing seem even more invitingly imperative than before. I bent my mouth back towards her cunt, opening my mouth and applying my lips against the wetness between her legs.
"Let me!" I told her. "I want to do it!"
She opened her legs, and I plunged my face against her. Before, I had noticed that her cunt's discharge had tasted thick and salty. Now I knew why. It was his sperm that I. was eating; his sperm that dribbled down like thick milk from her open vagina.
My tongue slid right up into her. I pressed it against the walls of her vaginal passage way until it was flat against the wet sides of her body. My tongue moved up and down, in and out, like a cat licking at a bowl of cream, flicking whatever wetness I discovered there back into my mouth. I sucked up her discharge and inhaled her dripping wetness with my pursed lips. I could feel a thick, elusive lump of fibrous jelly floating around in all her wetness, sliding back and forth past my tongue. I slipped my hands up behind her ass and elevated her body so that I could reach the substance. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling it slide with a slippery ease past my teeth, leaving its slimy stain across my tongue.
It was as though I were sucking her husband's cock, and he had come in my mouth. It was better, for I was enjoying the salty sweetness of his balls without his ever having known about it. But each time FU see him, I will know. I'll look at his crotch, and I alone will know.
Lynda's hands were back in my hair, forcing my face into her softness with an almost maniacal energy. The perversity of what was happening was affecting her, arousing and stimulating her body far beyond the pleasures my tongue alone could provide. Her cunt was lifted up off the bed, and she was humping its wetness against my mouth.
"Do it!" she cried. "Oh, god! Wendy, do it to me!"
Both her legs were bent and open, and her feet were pressed into the mattress. My neck was bent upward, straining against her cunt, as she arched her back and pressed forward.
I placed my hands under her hips to support her, and began rubbing my face back and forth against the wetness. I slid my face from her left thigh across the lips of her cunt, over its mound and into the hole, then on to her right thigh. Then back again in a rapid swirl of my neck. All the while my tongue was extended from my mouth, wetting her, poking itself into her softness as it left a trail of saliva across her dripping, hairy underside.
Now she was an active participant, and I found it as stimulating as I had her sleeping passivity. Her passion, once awaken, was the passion of youth: wild, extreme, and intense in its expression. This was something new; something to be felt and consumed and experienced in a burning, youthful fire of sexual experimentation.
She held her legs as widely apart as she could, exposing as much of her cunt as she was physically able. Her thighs must have hurt from the stretching, but she made no effort to slacken her pace. I could feel the taut, squeezing muscles of her ass and back under my hands as I dragged her body into my mouth. Her once cool, supple skin was now hot and fiery, and it glowed dully with her perspiration in the dim bedroom light.
She was using my mouth and tongue as she might have used a prick: she was fucking her cunt against me, humping her wet, burning pussy up and down and in and out of my mouth. All the while, she held my head as tightly against her as she could without breaking my neck or smothering me.
Then it began to change. Her hand untangled itself from my hair and began to slide down my back. She was bending her body sidewise, twisting over towards the center of the large, king-size mattress.
"Give me your cunt!" she said. "I want your cunt! I want to do it to you!"
This, indeed, was a novelty. In our other episodes, Lynda had never gone down on me. I had urged her to, but she was always too inhibited. She would touch my cunt and breast, even hump her cunt against my cunt, and allow me to lick her pussy. But she never wanted to do it to me.
She must be really hot, I thought. Waking up to perverted sex from a sound sleep must agree with her.
I swung my body around until I was standing up. All the while my face was still buried against Lynn's wet, juicy pussy, and I had to bend my back and neck in the most awkward of positions so that my lips would not slip-even for a second-from her golden mount. I could feel my dangling tits slide across her stomach as I swung my legs up over her prone body. I placed a leg on either side of her face, holding myself up on my knees, and permitted my cunt to drop down until it was staring Lynn right in the face.
She wasted no time. Her arms slipped up around my hips, then back over my ass until she was holding a cheek in each hand. Her fingers squeezed the muscles and separated them so as to afford her lips a clear, uncluttered target. She pulled my body towards her mouth.
I think I must have gasped at the contact. Perhaps it was the idea of the contact, for this was something new for me, too. I've never had a woman go down on me. Many, many men, but never a woman. The thought was terribly exciting.
I could feel a wet tickle of movement against my cunt. It was her tongue. She was licking the lips as she might have licked a lollipop: with long, headmoving licks with her tongue stuck very far from her lips. She was being cautious still, and hadn't completely thrown off her inhibitions. But she was making the effort.
She began to nuzzle the tip of her tongue between the closed folds of my cunt's lips, until she discovered my clit. Her tongue moved in short, rapid slaps against the bud, and it reminded me of the fierce pumping of a young girl's hand would make the first time she ever jerked off a boy. I think she was trying to bring on an instant orgasm. She applied direct contact and pressure on my clitoris, without any buildup or preparation.
The lack of subtlety of her attack was stimulating. There was something crude and animal-like about it. It was totally sexual, without any pretense of being anything else. She brought to it the unchecked, unchanneled energy of her youth.