1. The End Of The Drought


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: reliefworker69, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    waiting for him. A cliché certainly but her pink glistening bud was like a shimmering pearl in an opened oyster. His lips closed over it and he sucked gently before starting to work it with his tongue, faster and faster. He could feel her moving now, pushing into his face. He moved his mouth down and for the first time probed inside her cunt with his tongue. He loved this, always had. He gently pulled her outer lips apart and the whole of her opened up like a rose. She was absolutely wonderful and he was in heaven. He pushed his tongue deep inside her and, all the while, worked her clit with his fingers. Her juices were flowing freely now and his mouth, chin and nose were wet with her glistening nectar. She tasted so good: sweet, sticky and intoxicating. He lapped and lapped, swallowing what he could. He was drunk with lust, pushing his face harder into her cunt to penetrate her as deeply as possible with his tongue. Oh shit! Was she enjoying this? Not once had his fingers entered her. He’d used them expertly on her little bud and her labia and his tongue was now doing the hard work. And how! So different to other guys who’d just pushed and prodded with their fingers and left her cold and contemptuous. She was heaving her hips uncontrollably now, pushing herself into his face. She was close to coming and yet there was part of her enjoying almost the power and control she had in giving him a faceful of cunt and knowing he’d just take it. She was almost at the point of ecstasy ...
    and he was powerless through lust. He knew now he was doing a good job. It was difficult to keep up with her pushing and her breathing was loud. Every time he pulled back she’d thrust herself back onto his tongue. She sounded like she was having a heart attack. And then she moaned from deep inside, pushed one last time up against his face and let her hips sink into the duvet, her body shaking. As she climaxed, juices poured from her, almost like pee. He couldn’t remember this from their time before, but perhaps he hadn’t pleased her like this before. She tasted fantastic. They ought to bottle this. He drank deeply, drunk with lust, pleasure and relief that he’d pleased her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was fantastic. She hadn’t expected to come so quickly or so deeply. Months of expectation and doubt had climaxed in that loss of control and surrender. No wonder the French called it le petit mort. It was almost like slipping into a mini-coma and then recovering. And the mess she’d made! That hadn’t happened before. She lay back, eyes shut, completely self-obsessed for the moment. Every part of her body was tingling and one part was on fire. She became aware of him pulling away from between her legs. His eyes were shining, he looked ecstatic. He slid up the bed, put his arms around her and moved to kiss her. For an instant she was going to pull away, but what the hell. Their lips met and she could taste herself on him. The tongue that moments before had been deep inside her was now ...
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