He appeared determined to show himself worthy of the honour. His erection stretched above his belly button, the gleaming red head so stiff it had pulled completely free of its cover. His forehead bumped my thigh as he positioned his head on the pillow. He kissed the spot in apology. Then his hands gripped the chair legs and his hot, wet tongue slid like silk the entire length of my newly shaved slit.
I shivered so hard I almost dropped my glass. Max was no slouch at tonguing me to orgasm, but Darin was worshiping my pussy. With each tender, delicate swirl, my clit seemed to reach for his tongue. I drew in a deep breath, my hand shaking so badly I could barely set my glass back on the table. He swiped full length again. I arched my back, pressing my pussy into his mouth as I imagined my exquisitely sensitive nub growing more engorged with each taste. I imagined it puffing and stretching out from under its tiny hood, displaying itself in a way that invited even more dedicated attention.
Darin rose to the task. As pre-come drooled from the long, deep slit at the tip of his penis, he flicked his tongue mercilessly over my clit. He wasn’t even stopping to breathe, just ruthlessly flailing with a constant steady friction that seared sensation beneath and over and around – and deep up into the exquisitely tender area that so rarely peeked out of its protective cover.
The orgasm stunned the air from my lungs. I screamed. Screamed again, thrusting my pussy down hard on to his face. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. I shrieked and came again.
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.
From the condition of his cock, I didn’t think I was going to need long. I caught his shaft between the inner sides of my boots. He lifted his hips, moaning and fucking his tongue into me fast and furiously as my boots pumped him. Four, five, six times. Groaning loudly, he spurted all over my shoes – much the way Darin had, though I was stunned at the sheer quantity of semen pouring down Richard’s shaft.
My boots were going to need some serious care, but I figured I’d send one home with each of them and, at our next group play party, flog the one who’d done the best job. I slowly lowered my feet to the floor and sighed.
“That was delicious, Richard. You may rest now.” I picked up the phone, sighing as Richard tenderly kissed both sides of my pussy lips, then my clit, and slid free.
The green “active” light still glowed on my cell phone. “Max,” I said, stretching languorously. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah,” he growled. He sounded disgruntled, though not truly upset. “You were being awfully quiet there.”
My husband was jealous! I smiled as I realized I was enjoying that. Not that Max really took our sex life for granted, but the heat had been fading a bit. We both liked spice. Sometimes hot, stinging spice. Maybe it was time to add a sprinkle of cayenne. Our relationship was solid. So was our communication. Max knew I was being serviced in my queening chair tonight. A bit of spice would make for some interesting negotiations later on.
“Richard’s tongue is like a short, fat dildo,” I purred. “It was exquisite.”
Max growled into the phone. Richard blushed and inclined his head respectfully. I snapped my fingers at Carlos. His dark eyes glittered with mischief as he lowered himself and slid beneath me.
“I didn’t know you liked dildos.”
“Sexual innovation is always exciting. It keeps things from getting dull.”
Max’s breath exploded into the phone. “Are you saying our sex life is dull?!”
The little green monster was definitely biting Max’s butt. I shivered as Carlos licked the insides of my thighs. Light kisses, then licks, moving slowly upwards. Oh, yes – this man’s tongue was long and agile!
“I’ve never tried a living dildo before. It was quite exceptional. Thick and stiff. Not deep, but wonderfully able to sense my responses and adjust position and rhythm accordingly. The constant friction made for an extraordinary orgasm. If Richard could bottle his tongue, he’d be quite rich.”
I inhaled sharply as Carlos’ tongue swiped hot and fast over my clit. Carlos had a reputation for being competitive. I had no doubt he would go out of his way to surpass both Darin and Richard – and to please me enough to really rile Max.
“You’re breathing hard.”
I smiled at my husband’s waspish comment. Despite his annoyance, his voice held the bossy timbre that said he was getting turned on.
“Carlos is licking my clit. His tongue feels like a living vibrator.” I groaned and picked up another bonbon. Chocolate butter cream. My favourite. I let the sweetness slide over my tongue. “Mmmmm.”
“Now what?!”
I gasped as Carlos’ tongue lashed down my slit.
“What’s going on?!”
“He’s licking into my pussy.” I groaned and Max sighed loudly. Carlos’ tongue flicked in and out like a snake. “Ooh, he’s talented!”
I froze as Carlos’ tongue swiped further back.
“Babe?” Max caught the change in my breathing. “Are you OK?”
Carlos’ tongue slipped lightly into my crack.
“Yes,” I whispered. Carlos was laving the length of my crack. Touching. Tasting. Stroking the virgin skin. I’d been fucked in the ass before. But no one had ever worshipped me there. I gasped as his tongue swirled over my anus.
“Honey? Are you all right?” There was real concern in Max’s voice now. “Answer me, dammit!”
“He’s licking me,” I whispered. “Back there.” I licked my lips, searching for the words as Carlos’ tongue washed over me in wide, slow circles. “He’s licking my . . . anus.”
Max’s chuckle was low and sexy. “Do you usually like that?”
I stiffened as Carlos’ tongue probed into the centre. “I d-don’t know,” I panted. “Nobody’s ever done it to me before.”
Carlos’ tongue stilled.
“No shit?” Max was laughing now. “I never knew that. Damn, honey. You’re in for a real treat!” He paused. Then his voice got quiet. “Does Carlos know it’s your first time? Make sure you tell him. He needs to know to make this really special for you.”
Carlos kissed my anus. So sweetly and tenderly I couldn’t help smiling. “He knows. Now.”
Carlos was licking again. Washing again. Starting over. This time he was circling slowly from the outside in, then licking back out, long swipes from the centre out to the edge, working his way carefully around my entire anal ring. I moaned in pleasure.