But this was all a warm up. He hadn’t decided on the exact running order of things but there was one or two activities that she was probably only minutes away from requesting. Or even begging for.
For Lisa, each lap of Morgan’s tongue washed away her horrid day more and more. His tongue action was award worthy and tickled and massaged her pussy in all the right places. She was being selfish, she knew; denying him his own pleasure like that. She’d promised to give him what he wanted; but the more he licked at her, the more she wanted to lie here and be consumed by him.
She had to remind herself to open her eyes occasionally and take in the sight of Morgan with his head between her legs. When she did, she saw his eyes closed, lost in his work, his nose nestled against the small curls of her pubic hair.
“Mmmmm. Bay-beee??” she whined childishly.
For the first time, he looked up from his work without breaking pace. She was staring upwards, his view of her face mostly just her chin shuddering with pleasure. When he did not respond vocally she snapped her head down to look him in the eyes. Her face was flushed red with excitement, her chest heaving in between their gaze.
He concentrated his tongue onto the area of wet flesh which experience told him was somewhere towards the top of her opening. Things were firmer up here and it was easy to push against the clitoris for stability. It took a moment of pointing to different places with the tip of his tongue; but soon enough he observed her convulse suddenly, indicating the sweet spot had been found. When he was sure of the location, he moved his mouth further into her and mixed up the action of his tongue from pointing to licking flat. This was how he would lead her to orgasm, all things being well. He hooked his hands around her thighs, interlocking themselves to each other firmly.
“Mm! Mm! Yeah-yeah-yeah!” Lisa said quickly through a closed-eyed smile which contorted into a gurn when the sensation demanded. She was mostly facing upwards to the ceiling but occasionally allowing her head to fall to the side as if trying to whisper something to someone who lay beside her.
Morgan had built up good tongue strength in recent years and could extend his tongue deep into her vagina without injuring himself. He’d also learnt the lesson that wetness was key: the more of it – the easier her genitals were to navigate and ultimately please. It got to be that her wetness was so intense that he felt entwined in her, not knowing where the flesh of her pussy ended and the inner walls of his own mouth began. It was an intense intimacy to be face first inside a woman in such a way; to not only be permitted inside her most delicate of biological inner workings, but to be positively welcomed and to be offered all the comforts and rewards she kept there. Sure, he was doing the work; but that work was a privilege, something he never lost sight of. In order to express his gratitude, he lay his tongue flat against her clit, pressed firmly and began to rotate around like he was trying to bring it to a mirror shine. She panted heavily in response, clenching her fist tighter around his tuft of hair but not restraining his movement in any way.
He was on the right path now, he felt sure. Unpredictability was the key and he randomly leaped between the pokey tongue action and the flat round licking. In between, his own lust heightened and he found his excitement getting the better of him, needing to come up for air on occasion, kissing thighs and licking her pubic mound.
He turned the attention of his tongue back to the clit and Lisa emitted a feeble whimper which sounded like she might start crying. The tip of his tongue prodded further, increasing in pace. He looked up and saw she was smoothing the palm of her free hand across her flat belly as her legs started to tremble. A mixture of different noises struggled for dominance in her voice. Tension rippled through the muscles of her entire body beginning at her neck and flowing down, collecting at her toes which pointed forward.
The orgasm gained momentum quickly, like a bike at the top of a steep hill which suddenly let the brakes off. It began with her body convulsing violently, as if the devil had a hold of her. Her knees widened quickly and then instantaneously swung back, clamping his head vice like and cutting off the sound only to release it again after a couple of seconds.
“Ooooooooooh………. fffFuck!” she moaned loudly. “fffFuck, baby! Fuck!”
As her orgasm peaked, a fresh wave of warmth flooded her womb. It felt to Morgan like turning the hot tap on when you’re already in the bath.
He heard her breathing gradually descend from euphoria and managed to catch her eyes which were wide and full of happiness. His rhythm slowed but he continued licking and kissing relentlessly. He knew that her orgasmic state, once reached, was like a pool that she bathed in. All he had to do was keep her afloat. The second orgasm was about two minutes later. This one she was more physically surrendered to, drunk on pleasure; continuing to convulse but less violently and choking on her own voice, like a light cough.
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