“Ahhh!” she muttered, as I parted her lips and found her clit was large and swollen. “Ah!” she uttered, as my tongue teased it. “Uh!” I don’t think she was expecting me to slip her pussy the tongue, or the feeling of the flat of my tongue against the length of her womanhood. But she had a very different taste to any lover I’d ever had before. There was something almost addictive about her taste even before her juices started to come into play. “Ugh! Ah! Oh! Just like that! Please! Oh God! Never knew… men could… lick!”
She actually gave up trying to hold herself upright, falling over onto the bed while I managed to keep my face planted on top of her mound, my lips almost forming an airlock around her pussy as if I were trying to French kiss it. I’ve never met a squirter. Or at least, if I have met any and not know they were it’s only because I’ve not fucked them. I had a feeling as Helen came from my tongue work that she might be one, I just hadn’t found quite the right spot, but when she came, you knew about it. One second my tongue tip was pressed right on her magical little nub, the next, my entire face was covered with an explosion of lovely juices, dripping over my mouth and down my own throat, while Helen wailed like a banshee in heat, legs flailing around like an Octopus on crack cocaine!
“Gimme a taste!” she screamed, pulling herself back upright and planting her hands either side of my head in a desperate bid to pull me to her other lips. I complied, and felt her lips pressed against mine as her tongue slid past them, swirling around inside my mouth in an effort to taste the mix of her love juices and my saliva. Once she broke free, after what felt like an hour of locked lipped action, I noticed her breathing was so heavy her breasts were almost free of her bra, her shirt had come off at some point in the activities. It was a two tone mix, dark black on the underside covering half of each of her breasts, a dark blue covered the rest of the cup, with a small bow of the same colour covering over where the nipples were probably meant to be.
“God…. Christ Jesus…. Mary and Joseph,” she barely got the words out, and part of me wondered if she was Catholic. A different part of me thought a crucifix would have looked so naughty swinging between her bountiful breasts. I wondered if she was into dressing up. If this went anywhere, we could get her a nuns outfit. And more of those thigh high stockings. “You must have had lessons from some of my exes…” Helen fought to get the words out, the faintest hint of that almost Satanic smile was forming slowly on her glowing face. “That’s some of the best pussy licking I’ve ever had.”
“I was hungry,” I jested, and leaned in for a kiss. She reciprocated, then slowly pushed me upwards.
“Starving would be my best guess,” she said, then traced a pattern over my chest with her fingernails. She looked a bit further down. “You never took off your trousers?”
“You never took off your skirt, but I like it where it is. Looks naughty. But,” my hands grabbed hold of each bra cup, and gave them a sharp tug so her breasts were mostly free. Her tiny, taught nipples popped out over the top. They looked so small they could have been hidden behind a 5 pence coin, and so tautI’d bet she’d heard every joke about using them to cut glass with. “Ahh, that’s better. Now, tell you what, lets see you cavort around this place like you own it.”
“I do own it,” she giggled, standing up on top of her bed, squeezing both her breasts and doing a slow, rhythmic dance with mostly her hips and shoulders. The light coming in from her bedroom window seemed to get caught perfectly on the shinny blackness of her thigh high stockings, while her slick pussy juices did much the same. “Time to get your kit off, handsome, I’ve got a cock to suck,” she purred.
No sooner had I stood up beside her, sharing in the slow, sexy dance routine, her hands were already playing with the top button of my jeans, then reached below to continue, but stopped as she locked at me in mock surprise.
“More buttons? Too good for a zipper?” she jested.
“Much too good for a zipper,” I grinned as my own hands slipped off her bra straps. “But let’s leave the rest of that bra on.”
“Why?”
“Because it looks so much naughtier, and there’s time to get the girls out later.” She smiled, then pulled down at my jeans, taking them down to my knees and most of my boxers with them too, my hard cock sprang free, almost slapping her in the chin.
“Ha! That’s a first. Never been beaten up by a cock before!” She pushed a hand down between my legs to force the rest out, and I stepped out of them and let her take in the full picture of my cock swaying around like a freed beast, pointing right at her with not so noble, but fun, intent.
“Okay, okay, okay…” she sounded impressed and worried at the same time. “You’re a lot longer than he was, and about as wide…”
“If it makes you feel better, you get to call the shots here.”
“You mean it?”
“Sure, this is a night I want to be all about you, your enjoyment, your… education.”
“What about my stockings? Should I take them off?”
“When you look that hot in stockings you never take them off. They just add to the fun.”
“Okay, so…” Much to my surprise, she lay down on her back, head propped up by her pillows before she looked back at me. “This is how I did it the last time. The cock sucking that is.”
This was my turn to try something new, or rather a new position. All my previous blowjobs had either been with me standing up while the girl was on her knees, or even squatting as she sucked me, or with me on my back or some variation of a 69. I stroked my cock as I tried to figure out how I was meant to let Helen suck me while she lay like this. I grabbed my trousers and pulled out my wallet to buy me some time.
“What’s the matter?”
“Something for later,” I said, putting a condom on her bedside cabinet. Then climbed back onto the bed, and tried to kneel down on one leg with the other lunged by her side. She happily grabbed my cock and gave the foreskin a couple of slow, gentle pumps.
“How fast can I go with this?” she asked as she speeded up.
“Not too fast, and not too far back, the foreskin only goes so far.”
“Okay, so this is good?” her hand was a nice tight sensation around the shaft.
“Oh, that is excellent.”
“What about this?” She kissed the tip of my purple helmet, then flicked her tongue out over the little hole, then tried to tease it as if she wanted to get her tongue tip inside it.
“Ooooohooooohhhhhhoho!” The sensations were driving me wild. “That’s… great… better than great.”
“And this?” she pursed her lips and blew cool air over the top of my swollen helmet.
“Ahhh, yesssssss….”
“Or this?” She put the entire helmet inside her mouth and locked her lips around it tightly. I have no way to describe what her tongue did to it inside the privacy of her own mouth but it made my vision blur, and when it returned, somehow she had half the length of my cock buried inside her mouth. I could feel her tongue pressing upwards along my shaft while the helmet was pressed against what had to be the entrance to her throat.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck me…” I managed to barely whisper in delight as I looked down and saw her eyes were crunched up with the effort of trying to deep throat me straight off. “You…” I wanted to tell her she was a natural at this, but I wasn’t sure if that was really a compliment, no matter how much evidence she was given me that she was born to do this. “You enjoying that?” Much to my delight, she nodded her head which had the effect of bringing her teeth lightly into play, gently adding some teasing which wasn’t needed, but felt delightful.
Then she started humming.
Maybe she was really a repressed bisexual, maybe that story about the lesbian lovers had been a cock and bull tale, maybe it was all true, right now, I didn’t care. All I did know was that if she kept going like that, she’d have me cuming down her throat as if it was a fireman’s hose. I hated the position I was in, the awkward kneeling meant my lunging leg was basically getting a workout, I could feel the acid build up from having held that pose for so long. Really, I needed to switch the legs over, preferably, I wanted to be in a different position, one where I could do things like play with those beautiful nipples or tease her pussy, but I also didn’t want to cum just yet.
Helen had ideas of her own. I felt her hand come back into play, wrapping around the shaft just above my balls and squeezing slowly around it. She pulled her mouth free, with a very audible POP as the head broke free from the seal of her lips, absolutely drenched in her saliva. I think she made the POP sound herself, she was certainly grinning as if she’d done something rather clever that she thought I didn’t know about.
“Wow! You must have stamina!” she said, licking her lips as she pumped my cock slowly. “The last guy didn’t last very long.”
“Wait till I get my cock inside your pussy and we build up the speed.” I took the opportunity to lay down beside her and let my fingers wander over to her still wet pussy. “I can last in the pound town for maybe an hour or so.”
“Promises, promises,” she joked as she slowly worked my shaft some more.
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