“I especially love when a woman has a nice big juicy clit and meaty lips,” I mumble into her as I enjoy hers with my mouth and fingers. I press a third in and she squirms on it. I fuck her briskly with my fingers and then withdraw them to slide down and slather her taint with my tongue. She sighs deliciously.
“You know what I’ve never done,” I lead with; then I do it.
“Fuck! Fucked a girl’s ass with your tongue?!”
“Exaccly. How’d ‘u ‘no?” The coppery taste of her ass and the hot flow of her panty nectar merge on my tongue deliciously as I fuck my tongue into her tight asshole.
“Oh. Oh just a wild fucking guess! Fuck! Hank never…! I never…! Oh, fuck, that would feel so hot!”
“Nnnngah?”
“Oh fuck! Fuck, yes,” she pants as I slip three fingers back into her tight, gooey box. I replace my tongue with my pinkie, sliding it into her tight, tight asshole as I slip my fingertips up her front wall and slide my mouth back onto her huge, delicious clit and moan my pleasure into her.
Becky’s heels dig into my back and her hands grip my head and shoulder as she shoves herself against me, rocking into an explosive climax.
“Oh jeezusfuckyesgawdfuck!” She cries out and convulses delightfully around my thrusting fingers and against my lips and tongue. I revel in her release and ride her through it as she rocks and shivers and moans.
She’s a quivering puddle as I gently slide my fingers and mouth from her.
“That. Yes. That,” she murmurs.
“Nice, eh?”
“So nice,” she pants, “You’ve got quite… talent… imagination,” she’s a moment catching her breath. “Thanks for… sharing,” she pants.
When she’s finally come down again, I’m seated next to her on the couch again.
“Well,” she says after a long, pleasant silence, “that was quite a show, huh?”
“It was,” I agree.
“You’ll want to spend the night. It’s too late to drive home,” she urges.
“If you say so,” I agree.
“You remember where the guest room is? Third door – last door on the right. It’s all made up,” she says.
The third door on the right is the master suite. But who am I to argue? I get up and start to gather the popcorn bowl and empties.
“Leave that,” she says, “I’ll be in… I mean I’ll get it. You go get some rest,” she says.
I’m thinking rest may still be a way off. I make my way to the bedroom and get comfortable.
To be continued…?