Even through my shaking, I could feel Darin’s face sliding on my juices. When I finally leaned forwards to rest, he went back to long, slow swipes up my slit, no doubt licking up the evidence of my orgasm before passing the tongue baton to his colleague.
With my hand still trembling, I picked up my cell phone and speed-dialled Max. He answered with a gruff, “How’s it going?”
“I have just had the most incredible orgasms of my life!” My breath was still unsteady. Darin’s quick kiss to my clit was too unobtrusive to have been anything but respectfully polite, but I was learning the nuances of his lips on my pussy enough to know he was smiling.
“Better than me?” Max was laughing. I didn’t answer. When he asked again, his tone of voice was guarded. “Babe?”
“Darin-” I shivered as Darin’s tongue swiped again “-is highly motivated.”
“And I’m not?!”
The stifled snicker from behind me told me Max’s ire was carrying across the room.
“You’re not under a queening chair, tonguing my pussy to ecstasy.”
As Max harrumphed into the phone, the tongue on my clit again started flicking. I moaned with pleasure.
“What’s going on now?”
“Darin is tonguing my clit again. You know how I like it — fast and steady, even though your tongue gets tired really fast. But he’s not wearing out.”
Darin’s tongue had been slowing, but as I spoke, the speed picked up with renewed vigour. Over, under, around. Flick, flick, flick.
“Ooh! He’s licking way up on top! You know — that special spot that’s usually hidden under my clit hood.” Darin took direction like a charm. “Right there. Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, yes — DON’T STOP!”
I screamed as I came, right into the phone. Darin kept his tongue dead on, flailing his target as I bucked and howled and my pussy juice squirted on to his face.
“Oh, God!” I shuddered, pressing my pussy down on to his lips. “I just squirted!”
“No shit! ” Max was laughing now. I had no doubt his pride was more than a tad bruised. But Max was a pragmatist. If something worked, it worked, and he was the first to admit it. “You’re taking notes for me?”
“Of course.” I had no doubt I’d have plenty of tips for him, when I finally quit coming. With my pussy once more humming, I lifted my left foot, touching the pointed leather toe to the tip of Darin’s deep red, jutting shaft. He groaned beneath me, his lips closing around my clit, sucking the tender little hood against the flesh beneath as I dragged my toe downwards. Suddenly, he bucked beneath me, moaning against my skin as come spurted from his cockhead. I smiled as my pussy shuddered again.
“Darin is going to stop now, though.” His lips immediately stilled. “He just came all over my boot. So he’s going to clean it up. And he’s going to rest his marvellous mouth so it can service me more later. In the meanwhile, Richard is going to take his place beneath my queening chair. Richard will no doubt strive to live up to the precedent his colleague has set.”
“I’m going to listen.”
I didn’t respond, just watched the neck and torso still trembling at the edge of my skirt. Darin kissed my pussy goodbye and slid out from under me. His handsome face was smeared with my juices and flushed a beautiful dark red. He looked thoroughly sated.
“Babe?”
I don’t take orders from anyone, including my husband. I watched Darin wiping my shoe for a moment. “You were saying. .?” I purred into the phone.
I could almost hear Max gritting his teeth. Finally he snapped out, “I was saying I’d like to listen, sweetheart, while Richard eats your pussy.” When I still didn’t answer, he growled, “Please.”
I smiled into the phone, waving Darin over to the couch for a well-earned break. “Of course, sweetheart. Richard’s sliding into place now. I’m used to seeing his pretty dark curls bobbing while I flog him. This will be quite a new experience, seeing only his legs and torso and his lovely short thick cock waving above him while he worships my pussy.”
I gasped as Richard’s tongue swiped slowly upwards. His tongue was different from Darin’s — short and stocky, like Richard overall. He licked sweetly up, circling my clit with the flat of his tongue until I was trembling. Then he moved slowly back down. Down. Parting deep between my labia — and sliding in. His tongue wasn’t long enough to probe very far. But it was fat and hot and talented. I had no doubt he was going to play that magical first inch of pussy wall in ways I’d only dreamed of.
“Babe?”
“Wait, Richard.” His tongue instantly stilled. “Max, I’m putting the phone on the table beside me. You may listen, but don’t interrupt. Richard is going to tongue-fuck me until I scream. I don’t want any distractions.”
I ignored Max’s sputtering as I stretched my arms high, reaching for the ceiling as I grinned and resituated myself on the chair again. I ate another bonbon, this one butter cream, and glanced at the TV long enough to see we’d now moved on to preparing a dinner party for twelve on twenty-four hours’ notice. Definitely not something I’d be doing without the services of a talented wait staff. By the time I’d taken another drink and set my glass down again, the sputtering from my cell phone had gone silent. But the light was still on. I knew Max too well to think for one minute his voyeuristic streak wouldn’t have his ear glued to the phone. Richard’s breath teased lightly over my pussy lips.
“You may begin.”
I’d always thought a long, agile tongue was a prerequisite for proper pussy eating. Richard’s short and stocky tongue was eating my pussy into fits. He started where Darin had left off, swirling the broad, flat top of his tongue over my clit until I was once again trembling above the mouth below me. But where Darin had used his supremely agile tongue to tease my engorged clit to poke up free of its hood, Richard licked and stimulated those overloaded synapses against the exquisitely sensitive nerves lining the inside of my hood.
Once more, I yelled when I came. But unlike when Darin had been licking directly on my clit shaft, this time I wasn’t too overstimulated for continued friction as I came. Richard was able to continue the lovely, orgasm-inducing laving through every glorious wave.
When my trembling finally slowed, his hot thick tongue licked slowly downwards. He worshipped my outer labia, then the inner, working his way down my pussy. When he reached the opening where my pussy juice dripped out wet and slick, he licked until I was certain he’d lapped up every clear, tangy drop. Still licking, he slid his tongue inside.
My husband’s tongue is talented. But no way was Max’s tongue wide and stiff enough to emulate a short, thick dildo the way Richard’s did. Once again, Richard used friction, pure and simple, to stimulate me. He was tenacious as a bulldog, concentrating his entire being on that first magical, nerve-rich inch at the opening of my pussy.
He moved slowly at first, then faster and faster, then slowly again. I pressed down onto his face, panting and moaning as his tongue slid up and down around the inner walls of my pussy entrance. Then he started a slow, deep circling. His touch made me so hungry — hungry for tongue and cock inside me; hungry for taste and smell and sensation. I pressed down harder, moaning as his tongue slid deeper. My breath was coming heavily. My nipples were pebbled hard against my bustier. I was hungry!
I plucked a bonbon from the box; sweat beaded on my breasts as I popped a dark round chocolate in my mouth. I bit. Cherry juice spurted across my taste buds as Richard’s relentless tongue finally drove me over the edge again. Chocolate-flavoured cherry juice slid down my throat as I tipped my head back, smiling and swallowing and groaning — pressing my pussy down on to Richard’s face to keep his supremely talented tongue firmly inside me until I finally quit quaking.
I looked down at my lap, at the hairy chest sticking out from under the hem of my gold velvet skirt. Richard’s stocky, drooling cock waved up towards his belly button. I lifted my legs, shivering as Richard’s tongue speared even deeper into me. His whole face was buried so far in my pussy lips I didn’t know how he could breathe.