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“You want me to slide this tongue in that pussy? Taste your juicy fruit?”
I whimper as her fingers slip out of me again, escaping my cunt’s clutches. Karalyn knows exactly what she’s doing. Knows exactly how far to bring me before taking me over the cliff. She smiles, thrusting two fingers back into my weeping pussy. My body is pressed against the cool, wet tiles.
I wind my hips on her hand, forcing my mouth onto hers, biting down on her bottom lip as I come on her fingers.
“I want to taste you,” I say, reaching between her legs, searching for her own wetness. The words ooze out like hot lava, thick with lust and desire. I am beside myself. Caught up in the heated moment. Tasting another woman has never crossed my mind…until now.
I kneel down between her legs. Her pussy is shaved. The tattoo of a black dragon’s head with red flames shoots downward toward her clit. I breathe her in. The scent of her sex sends a pulse through me as I inhale, then lick her clit. I lick and lick and lick, twirling my tongue around her engorged nub. Pleasuring her in the same melodic way I enjoy pleasuring myself, soft gentle strokes that quicken. I glance up at her and have to fight the urge to press my mouth to her cunt. Her lips are brown and puffy. Her clit begs for attention. Instinctively, I lick it, flick it, lap it lovingly. I have tasted my own juices many times. Have imagined licking my own pussy many times. But tonight, I am savoring the pussy of another woman for the first time. The sweet, tangy taste clings to my tongue. Karalyn begins to moan and purr and rotate her hips. I lick her pussy as if it is my own. I often fantasied, but never imagined eating another woman’s pussy would be like this…so good. My wet, hungry tongue sinks chin deep into her quivering pussy. I am getting lost in her. Her taste. Her smell. Her body.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” she coos as she threads her fingers through my hair and begins thrusting against my tongue. “Oooh, yes…get it, baby…lick that pussy…aaah…Ohshitohshitohshit…” her wide hips buck. “Right there; just like that…I’m coming…ooooh, yesssss…”
Ohmygod…I’m eating another woman’s pussy! And I’m enjoying it. I’m really enjoying it!
Her body shudders as she climaxes into my mouth. I, too, bring myself to climax, creaming all over my fingers. Karalyn and I finish our showers, satiated and full—for the moment.
Hours pass as we make love over and over, drinking and giggling like two schoolgirls who share a dirty secret. When we have finished ravishing each other’s bodies for the third time, she pulls me into her arms, both of us basking in ecstasy’s afterglow. We lay here, marinating in sweet bliss for what seems like forever before either of us finally speaks.
“Are you okay?” Karalyn asks, concern laced in her tone. She strokes my cheek, then leans in and kisses my hair.
I nod, nestling deeper into the crook of her arm, then drifting into a deep, well-needed slumber.
• • •
The next morning, I open my heavy-lidded eyes to Karalyn sucking and kneading my breasts, her tongue thoughtfully twirling around each nipple with equal attention. Her eyes flicker up at me. “Good morning,” she says, releasing my nipple from her mouth.
“Good morning.” I stretch and yawn. “You sure know how to get a girl’s juices flowing first thing in the morning.”
She grins, slowly trailing a finger along the center of my breasts, then down my stomach. “I hope you don’t mind. I decided to get a jumpstart on breakfast.”
“Oh.” I gasp as her finger presses up against my clit. “Oh, yesss…” I swallow, feeling arousal pierce my clit. I spread my legs. Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into? Shouldn’t I feel guilty, even badly, for what happened between us last night?
Isn’t what the two of us are doing wrong?
Hmmm…then why does it feel soooo fucking good?!
Karalyn is now between my legs. Her soft lips close firmly a
round my clit, her tongue swirling rhythmically over it. I shut my eyes tight and rock my hips against Karalyn’s thrusts. “Oh, God, this feels so…good. Ooooh, please don’t stop…mmmm…Oooh, yesss…I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy…Ooooh, yess…mmmm…”
I glance down at Karalyn between my thighs, my arousal surging through my body as I watch her. I lose myself in uninhibited groans and grunts of pleasure as Karalyn whimpers. Her short, uneven breaths keep me encouraged, urging me to me come—heavy and loud—as she swirls her tongue over my clit, sucking and licking.
I clutch the sheets. Shriek. Thrash my head from side-to-side as I inch closer to climaxing. Tightening my thighs around Karalyn’s head, I quiver with delight as my hot, creamy juices erupt into her warm, eager mouth. She’s taken my body to heights of pleasure I never knew possible. Oh, yes. Her lips, her tongue, her fingers, have made love to every inch of my body. And, I know, that this will be one weekend—one experience, I shall never be able to forget.
Seven
For weeks following my cabin rendezvous, I throw myself into my work, trying desperately to forget those two passionate, sex-filled nights in the Poconos. Not because I didn’t enjoy the experience, but because I want more. Karalyn touched me in ways no man has ever touched me. She opened up desires I’ve kept hidden for years. And no matter how hard I try to block that weekend out, I find myself savoring the memory of the way her body felt against mine; the way her clit pressed against mine; her nipples in my mouth, mine in hers; the way our slick, pulsing pussies humping and were pumping into each other; two opening slits of wet, greedy desire, leaking sweet, sticky juices.
I can’t stop replaying the way Karalyn attentively, lovingly, lapped my swollen lips, tongued my slit, then devoured every part of my pussy. The way she kissed me with tender sweetness, slowly, with so much intensity and passion that I felt like I would melt into the sheets as liquid heat spurted out of me. I have made myself cum over and over, reliving the experience. But I don’t want her. I want…that feeling again—with a man. I want, no I need, a man to handle my pussy the way she did. Lovingly.
And that’s exactly what I hoped would happen when I agreed to go out on a date with Jarrod. Jarrod and I started working at Sci-Tech around the same time—about twelve years ago, but we never really said any more than an occasional hello to each other whenever we’d run into each other. However, that all changed last summer when he was transferred over to my department. So for the last six months he’s been pursuing me. However, I wasn’t interested. Until now…
Until Karalyn reopened a door to a dormant sex life I thought I had sealed off. Karalyn did this. I allowed her to. Now, I want to be touched and licked and fucked, from head to toe. And I’m willing to break my promise—the one I made to not fuck anyone else until Mr. Right came along. Well, Jarrod may not be my Mr. Right for a future. But he’s my Mr. Right for right now.
We have finished a delicious meal at Negril’s in the Village. Now I’m nursing my third coconut martini; Jarrod’s on his second Red Stripe. And the more I drink, the sexier he starts to look. Not that he’s an unattractive man. On the contrary, Jarrod’s dangerously fine. A pretty-boy with flawlessly smooth skin and thick wavy hair.
Muscular arms.
Chiseled chest.
