It did. That was enough for her. She could enjoy his tonguing, his mouth love and not worry about anything. He would deliver her to the ultimate human experience.
When his tongue pressed against her clit, she came.
"AIEEEE! Oh, Chriiiist, it's so gooood!"
Her hips thrashed and shoved don hard into his face. She wanted more of his tongue all over her snatch. She had to have it licking her clit, driving far up her cunt, swirling around her pussy lips.
As the passions in her body abated a little, she realized she'd been neglecting his prick. It was all she could have done in the circumstance but she still felt guilty.
"Like this?" she asked, before diving back to his throbbingly alive cock.
Her mouth closed around his prick, then she sucked. Her cheeks went hollow under the strain. When her tongue gently touched the very tip of his prick, his hips jerked.
From between her thighs, she heard a tiny voice come, "I don't think I'll be able to stand that much longer. And, dammit, yes, it's super!"
She smiled and continued sucking on his cock. She loved giving head. The warm rod in her mouth was immediate, tasty, something she could feel and taste. The huge crown of his cock pushed avidly against her lips as his hips began a back and forth motion. She knew how badly he wanted to face-fuck her. In this position, it wasn't going to be easy.
And she wasn't going to help him much, either. She was a greedy bitch. She wanted the maximum pleasure his mouth could give her. Cunnilingus wasn't as great as actually having a cock shoved up her twat, fucking her, making her come alive to sex, but it was better than nothing.
Right now, she needed the assurance that someone cared.
The memory of the rape wasn't going to be washed any with just one session of mouth love. Or being fucked a dozen times. Maybe it would never leave her. The memory was too vivid. And her own guilt feelings about how she'd both enjoyed and hated it guaranteed confusion in the future.
But right now…
She sighed as she felt his tongue diving cock-hard into her cunt. She could feel that eager tongue slurping up her love juices, then stroking the sides of her twat. He pushed through the folds of her pussy walls, wiggled hip tongue against the velvety interior, then explored even deeper into her belly.
It was sheer heaven.
To reward him, she sucked even harder on his cock. She would have loved to have been able to see how they were positioned. Blind, she could only guess. The sixty-nine position was something of a cliche, but it worked. Oh, how it worked!
She was a living testament to that!
The pulsating prick in her mouth began to jerk faster and faster. She pressed her tongue against the pin-prick hole at the very end of his fuck stick. It grew as she tried wiggling her tongue into it.
Then her mouth was filled with creamy jism. His balls had reached the breaking point.
She let the gooey cum smear itself all over her tongue. Her taste buds screamed with delight. This was living! She loved the salty, tangy taste of jizz.
She greedily sucked his prick until it was dry. Spurt after spurt had arched into her mouth. Now his cock was beginning to shrivel. He was spent and wouldn't be any good to her for at least a half hour, maybe longer.
Then she knew how wrong she was. The feel of his tongue worming around her snatch told her how different it was now that she had nothing but her own body to think about.
She didn't have to give him a blow job. He was, milked. She could lean back, relax and let the good times flow through her body. Let his tongue work its magic on her. Sex had never been this good for her before.
She enjoyed.
His tongue was a tireless whip, beating against her blood-engorged pussy lips, sliding along underneath them to tickle and torment her inner labia. Just as she caught her breath from this erotic maneuver, he changed his tactics. His tongue dueled with the tiny spire of her clit.
Sexual electricity volted up and down her spine. Lights glowed in her brain. She felt the world falling away under her as the pressures mounted in her belly.
Then she was spinning wildly through the universe. She'd cum again. This climax was even bigger than the first had been. She just relaxed and rode out the sex-storm raging in her loins.
Exhausted, she drifted back to the reality of her darkened world. His tongue still worked over her sex slit, but she could feel her cunt drying up. Only the wetness of his saliva was left.
"Oh, Carl, thank you," she said. "I feel so much better now!"
"You feel better? I'm the one who should be thanking you. After all, you've been through tonight, you're still able to give head like that!" A tinge of awe gilded his voice.
"I needed it. I… I can't explain it. What that man did to me was so horrible and yet, yet I feel like I want more!"
"More? What do you mean?"
"I don't know. It's like a fuse was lit. I'm burning up inside and waiting for the explosion when the fuse finally sets off the dynamite. Or maybe it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm all tensed up inside and I don't know why."
"I think I know why."
She smiled, turning her face to his. She said, "Will you show me?"
"Sure. Come on!"
CHAPTER THREE
He helped her to her feet. She was a little unsteady, but Carl had expected that. He was a bit tipsy, too. Getting eaten out like that had to really get to Lisa. His own prick was hanging limp from the sucking she'd given it.
Yeah, he could understand her being a little on the shaky side.
"Let's go into the bedroom, my dear. There, the maestro will play his magic organ and show you all the wonders of a deep, hidden world!"
She laughed and it was the sound of bells tinkling in a gentle breeze. It pleased Carl that Lisa was getting over the horror of her rape so fast. Soon, it would only be an unpleasant memory, one she'd have to consciously summon up.
"I'd rather feel a hot rod poking into the wonders of that deep, hidden world."
"And where is this mysterious world?"
"Here!"
She pirouetted for him. He marveled at how she looked. Wishing she could see herself did no good. Somehow, though, she knew how sexy she was without sight. And she was playing with him like a fisherman might play with a hooked fish.
"Mysterious, hmmmm, maybe. Show me more," he urged.
He leaned back and waited for the first stirring in his prick. It might take a few minutes, but he could wait. He'd have to.
The sight of her dancing was worth the time. Her tits were well-fleshed, but not too big. More than a mouthful, a good handful, but no floppy tits. He appreciated that. Her boobs were young, firm and ample. And enough to make his mouth water.
The rest of the package was well worth study, too. Her hair was being flung away from her shoulders in a glorious screen that masked her face, made her appear mysterious and delightful. He had to know she was blind, otherwise those eyes would never have betrayed the fact to him.
Carl was getting a charge out of watching her dance for him. She spun around and around, her hips waggling to a beat heard only by the two of them. She did a fantastic bump and grind routine.
The way her ass flared out caused tiny tingles of sensation to come to his sleeping penis. He knew she was working her special charm on him. Carl was patient. In a few more minutes, he'd be erect and ready to fuck the very hell out of her.
"I wanted to be a stripper when I was a kid. I thought it was a sexy thing," Lisa was saying. "Don't you think so?"
"I think you're so damned sexy, you would have stolen the show if you'd gone into the business. It's for the best, though, that you didn't."
He watched as she stood, legs spread wide, her pussy fur gleaming in the light of the room.
She put her hands on her hips, thrust her ass toward him and demanded, "Why was it for the best I didn't become a stripper? Don't you think I've got what it takes?"