“Oh shit, I love this,” she hissed. “Your tongue feels so good.”
Bolstered by this endorsement of my actions I continued in a very similar vein. Though taking care not to get carried away and be too aggressive in my licking. In fact this reticence was beneficial in two ways. It meant I was not treating Sally’s pussy too roughly. But was also building up her anticipation as she moved towards climax. As I was beginning to realise that a more prolonged build up almost invariably led to bigger and better orgasms.
I was discovering that, as much as Sally enjoyed having her pussy licked, I enjoyed licking pussy. I loved the fact that I was able to experience her arousal (and ultimately orgasm) as close as it was possible to be.
Much as I did when I’d been masturbating Sally I kept on fingering her pussy, whilst attending to her clit with my tongue. I was used now to Sally’s vocal and physical signs of arousal. But it seemed that cunnilingus was taking this to another level.
“Nnnghhhh, nnnghhhhh, oh god, oh god,” she exclaimed, squirming on the bed and grasping my head to pull me tighter against her. Looking up briefly I could see the sinews on the side of her neck were prominent as she tensed in excitement.
Realising that she was close and sensing that she needed me to be more forceful I held her hips tightly and was now lapping a little harder at her clit with the flat of my tongue. After just a minute or two of this I was sure her climax was almost upon her. She was grasping my head so tightly she was pulling my hair and grinding against my tongue with her pussy.
“Oooh, ooooh, oooh, FUCKKKKKKKKK…” she cried, as a huge orgasm ripped through her, causing her to shake and thrash around on the bed.
I held on tightly and did my best to prolong it for as long as I was able to, until she pushed me away.
“Enough…stop!.” was all she was able to say.
Pulling me up Sally was still quivering from the after effects of her orgasm. In fact in later years I seldom, if ever, encountered anyone for whom oral sex drove them quite as wild as it did Sally.
“Oh my God, that was wonderful,” she proclaimed. “I’ve wanted to ask you to do that, but I was worried you’d think it was too dirty. Or that my pussy wasn’t fragrant enough.”
“Well, it probably was a dirty thing to do,” I concurred, with a grin. “But in a really, really, good way. I’ve thought about doing it too, for quite a while. But I wasn’t sure myself how you’d react. And whether you thought it was depraved?”
“And do you think me tasting my own pussy juice on your mouth is also depraved,” Sally asked, as she dragged me to her for a passionate kiss.
“Well,” Sally laughed, as we finally pulled apart. “I actually think my pussy tastes pretty good. And maybe what we’ve done is a little depraved. And certainly my reaction to it was,” she smiled. “But dirty or depraved, it was fucking fantastic. That’s the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. Can we do that lots more?” she begged, reprising a question I’d asked of her when she’d first masturbated me.
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