And oh she did, she did. His aggressive fingers now busied themselves at the very apex of her long, slender legs. The only thing between his fingertips and the damp seat of her desire was a few millimeters of the mesh fabric of her all too thin panty hose crotch. She told herself this couldn't be happening but some hungry part of herself she didn't even want to lay claim to would have things no other way.
In some dim corner of her brain she imagined him jerking his pants off and burying a giant erection in the tight vee of her firm thighs. There was no way for her to know that something quite different was about to happen to her. She half rose on her elbows in a feeble attempt to loosen herself from his potent love grip. But when she reached toward him to make some sort of resistance, her hands somehow settled around his neck and only pulled him closer.
"Oh God,.you want it, don't you? You know what I can do for you with my face between your legs and you can't wait!" he gleefully rasped.
She started to speak. She started to answer him, she had to say something. But when she opened her mouth all she seemed able to make a few ineffectual mumbling noises amid short, breathy sighs.
"I know, honey," he mumbled, his mouth in the folds of her skirt. "You can feel it coming and you need it on your cunt. Don't worry, here I come with it!”
With that he rooted his nose around on the front of her skirt until he succeeded in gaining entry to the dark, humid interior of her clothing. His fingers were already at work on her mesh-encased genitals. When his hot breath filtered through the fine material of her panty hose she experienced a warm rush of blood through her veins. She knew he was bound to touch her soon with his mouth but she couldn't be sure when or where.
The warm, musky scent of her femininity wafted into his nostrils like an aphrodisiac. He pressed his finger into the humid confines of her hot orifice and with a crazed twisting motion of his neck he snapped his teeth together on the waistband of her panty hose. He jerked his hand back and with his teeth clenched tightly on the wispy undergarment, he reared back and ripped it all the way down to her knees. Diving over the remaining shreds of the fabric, he slid his face up her glistening inner thighs and planted his open mouth on the thick growth of her blondish muff. The wet touch sent a hot flash through her groin and she threw her legs open as wide as they could go. "Oooooh," she moaned.
With his free hand he loosened his pants and jockey shorts to midthigh. His penis, though not small, gave no indication of his passion. It hung from his pubic hair in a state of semisoftness. But what Jane couldn't see didn't bother her, and his intense oral attack on her sex made it completely impossible for her to rise even if she'd wanted to. She didn't. At first only the general form of his face could be felt by her. Then his ravaging mouth worked through the thick protective curls and he plastered his lips directly on the sweet open slit of her moist mound.
Now it dawned on her what he must have meant about his "problem." For some reason or rather he must be the kind of guy who prefers to- "unghhh." she groaned, loosening the thread of her thought as his wet lips worked on her pussy-but it didn't matter. The oral caress he was bestowing upon her heated organ was making much more sense to her than anything she could manage to piece together in her brain, anyway.
A few times when her late husband had been drunk he had made love to her like this and she had loved it. But she could never get him to do it any other time and she now realized something inside her had been wanting this to happen for a long time. He was driving her mad with the sensual, attentive touches of his lips and fingers. He crouched on his knees and went down on her like a gourmand at a holiday feast.
Terry added a new thrill. With drops of sweat coursing off his face, he lovingly stretched the skin back from the top of her aroused clitoris. The sensitive tip of the tiny organ glistened like a meaty pearl in the tight folds of her moist outer lips. Massaging the inner surfaces of her vulva with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he stretched the skin of her upper genitals tight with the other hand and generously applied the fat red end of his tongue to the wet flesh inside. With tantalizing stabs of his tongue he worked his way nearer and nearer to the exposed jewel.
Thus far she had only been able to moan softly and twitch her nervous thighs back and forth against his rugged face. But now she had to make herself heard. "Oh my God, touch it… please touch it!" she cried.
He didn't answer her with words, only with the action of his mouth. She didn't expect him to speak to her; she didn't want him to speak. It would have meant precious seconds away from her warm, moisture-laden sex flesh.
"Oh, mouth it for me… please, Terry, tongue it off for me. You're driving me crazy down there!”
The words she was uttering made her terribly embarrassed. She felt like the lowest kind of slut for saying such things but she was so excited she couldn't help it. Her face turned crimson from shame but it was already so flushed from the heat of her arousal that there was little change in her appearance.
Terry was receiving a tremendous thrill from her. She was obviously either a woman who dearly loved to have herself stimulated by a man's mouth or else one who had maybe never experienced such a thing before. He felt a spark of life in his penis. He knew it would be too much to expect to have it grow stiff, but maybe, just maybe…
"That's it, oh yeah, that's it… that's what I need," she crooned. His tongue was making little circles around and around the little organ and she could feel it graze her there as he worked in closer and closer. She was sure now that she was going to feel the tip of his tongue on her at any moment. She was humping her pelvis upward now, doing everything she could to affect the long-desired contact.
Her enthusiasm charged Terry with excitement. The spark of energy in his penis flickered a little brighter. By God, I’m gonna make it, he thought to himself, I can feel it now for sure. I may not be able to get a good enough hard-on to cram up her cunt but I can sure as hell get it up enough to shoot my wad.
He was ecstatic at what was happening to him and was determined to give Jane abundant satisfaction. He began exhaling short bursts of hot air onto her clitoris as he traced a trail round and round it with his tongue. If she had ever thought anything unusual about the fact that he wasn't using his penis on her, any such thoughts had completely vanished by now. His tongue was pleasing her so much that she intuitively knew she was going to be able to reach her orgasm.
It was true that she'd let Harry get her awfully excited the night she was with him. But when his premature ejaculation ended things a little too soon, she fell short of gaining her release even though she pretended to be so drunk it didn't matter. Now, with Terry, she joyfully realized it was impossible for her to have any such thing happen. His tongue would hardly go limp and give out on her, that was for sure. And the way it was madly moving inside her vulva, she wouldn't miss at all the spurt of sperm a penis could provide.
"Go on, lover. Lick it good for me!" she squealed. "Tongue it like a bastard, lick it good for me!" she squealed, "Tongue it like a bastard, lick it till I'm dry!”
He at last raised the spongy tip of his tongue from the tender flesh at the base of the organ and applied it to the sensitive spot itself. He felt her wrench her pelvis spasmodically, quivering her thighs and shaking her rear under the intense excitement.
"Oooooooh… oooh… oh," she wailed. "That's doing it, that's doing it… oh my God, that's doing it! That's the way to lick it! Oh my God, I'm coming… I'm co-co-coming… aiiii!”
She flapped her wet, slick inner thighs back and forth against his ears like a set of seal flippers and he knew she must be getting every ounce of satisfaction she could from him. It was then that his afflicted member strutted for a brief second and experienced a climax. A few drops of spermatozoa dribbled from his glans in mute testimony to the infrequent achievement.