'Eat me, Adam!' I encouraged. 'Eat my cunt! Eat my pussy! Lick my clit with your tongue!'
His hands came up, under my ass, holding my cheeks, and I lifted my feet from the floor. I flopped my legs over his shoulders, spreading my thighs even wider, and I pushed my cunt up into his mouth. His fingers dug into my flesh with the grip of a vise, pinching into my asscheeks like dull teeth, I rolled my hips down and around and up, in a tight, narrow circle, bringing my cunt up against his mouth each time the circle closed.
I could hear his tongue eating me. I could hear his mouth parting the moist labia, opening my body, as he stroked through the clinging pubic hair. I could hear the seeping wetness of my dying orgasm as it oozed against the slickness of his licking tongue
– the sensual splash as he spread saliva all over my cunt. I could hear him lapping up, drinking up my creamy discharge, dancing his tongue incessantly against my burning flesh.
I ran my hands down from my tits, raking my fingernails across my belly until I was holding Adam's head between my palms. I tangled my hands in his hair, and I pulled his open mouth against my cunt with all my strength. My arms ached, but my cunt was so on fire that it was not to be denied. I lifted my legs straight out, curling my hips up, and I wrapped my thighs around his neck, locking his mouth against my cunt.
Adam's tongue started at my clit: he beat it with several quick slaps, knocking it sensually from side to side. Then he slid the wedge of his tongue down, between the parted, hairy lips, until he was licking at my cunthole. He circled his tongue around and around, licking at the pink puckered mouth of the hole, teasing it with the spongy hardness of his tongue. My cunthole clutched for the tip of his tongue, spasming closed like a gripping mouth, seeking to trap his elusive, flitting hardness inside of me.
My legs were pointed straight up in the air, one on either side of Adam's bobbing head, and I pulled him tighter, closer to my hunching body. I drove my cunt into his face with a desperate energy, and he dove down into the wet folds of my body with bis hot, spear-like tongue, matching my excitement with his own. I groaned in pleasure and wiggled my ass, like a bug impaled on the end of a pin, and screwed my cunt up and down the length of his driving tongue. 'Give me your cock,' I moaned. Impossibly, I felt 17 myself building again towards another orgasm, and it frightened me with its unexpected strangeness. In my whole We, I have never been able to have more than one orgasm at a time, and then, not always that. But now, my body and my mind seemed to have gone berserk, and passion and pleasure was driving me to do things I could have.never imagined myself to do, even in my wildest fantasies.
'Give me your cock, Adam,' I pleaded. My cunt was aching with the pleasure of his tongue; a pleasure that I wanted to return. 'Please! Please, Adam. I want to suck your cock.'
Adam lifted his mouth away from my hairy snatch. The bottom part of his face was slimy with wetness: a dull, oily glaze that dripped from his lips and was spread all across my crotch and parted thighs.
'Come down on the floor,' Adam said. He held his mouth against my cunt and, as he spoke, I could feel his lips working against my shuddering crotch, driving the words up into my body like tiny vibrations. 'Lay down on the floor, Sally, and we'll sixty-nine.'
The idea excited me, and I suddenly longed to taste Adam's cock between the wetness of my lips. Before this moment, the only cock I have ever sucked was my husband's, and even then I've never enjoyed it especially. But I was obsessed with doing it now- I ached with the desire to suck Adam's cock, to slide my tongue over his soft, knobby cockhead, to plunge my face up and down the length of his pulsing organ and to swallow him fully into my mouth. I needed to suck his cock!
I oozed off the sofa, sliding bonelessly down the cushions until I was lying on the floor. There was a rug under me, and the bristling nap tickled against my burning flesh. I shucked my dress off as I moved down, and all that remained on me was the twisted, discarded bra, still clasped around my stomach. I decided to leave the bra where it was-as a symbol of tonight's depravity.
I was on my back, with my legs parted, knees up, and Adam stood above me. I watched with a detached, numbing sense of excitement as he stripped his clothing off. First his jacket, then his shirt and tie. His cock jutted from his open zipper like an obscene silhouette, and I couldn't keep my eyes away from it. He opened his belt, and then the top-clasp on the pants. They parted and fell down. He stepped out of them, then quickly slid his shorts down his muscular, hairy legs. He stood naked above me, and I trembled in anticipation.
His balls seemed so heavy and full, I thought, and I listened to myself in mild shock as I prayed that they would be. I wanted to suck him dry: I wanted to taste his sperm, swallow it, have it gush down my throat until it oozed greedily from my puffed-out cheeks-until I could drink no more without bursting my insides!
Adam came down upon me, straddling my head With his knees, bending his body over me, and he returned his lips to the curve of my cunt. I reached desperately up for his cock and took it in both hands. I guided it tremblingly to my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and at the very moment his tongue touched my clitoris, I plunged my parted lips down the length of his cock, and I swallowed him. His flesh was hot in my mouth. It had a sweaty, 19 salty taste that I found exciting. I could smell the raunchy, sexual man-like odor of his balls. I washed my tongue across the enormous head of his cock, stabbing the tip of my tongue into the moist slit that cut across the top of the organ. I rolled my tongue around and around, darting it under, against the underside of the cockhead, licking the trembling shaft of his organ. My lips and jaw ached from being stretched so widely, but I disregarded the pain,, and I plunged my supplicating face, opening my mouth even wider-as I felt Adam's cock pushing back against my throat. I almost gagged.
Adam slipped his hands under my ass and lifted my body up from the rug. He rolled his head from side to side, between my V-like legs, slashing my cunt with the stiff thrust of his tongue. Each arc took him across my clitoris, and I moaned around the plug-like thickness of his cock with each fierce, quivering fit of pleasure. He was bringing me as surely to a second orgasm as I had brought myself to that first. It was as if he had stripped my body of all its flesh and he was working on the raw, naked substance of my soul-attacking the nerve endings directly until I wanted to scream from the gushing torrent of sensation that was filling me.
I took my passion-revenge on his cock. I licked and sucked back at it, wanting almost to punish it for the excruciating pleasure it was giving me. I pushed it as deeply into my mouth as I could without strangling, I felt the swollen head of the organ expanding across the back of my throat, cutting off my breath. I sucked hot air in through my nose to keep from smothering. Stroking it with my tongue, I licked at Adam's cock, and sucked on it as if it were a thick, fleshy straw through which I could suck out his sperm. His balls were on my forehead, hanging like two heavy weights, and they tickled me with the brillo-h'ke scratch of his pubic hairs. My hands were on his ass, and I squeezed into his tensed flesh with my fingernails, raking his body until bloody, red lines criss-crossed his hairy bottom.
I began to come a second time, and I screamed around Adam's cock because I had to release the explosion of sensation somehow, and my cunt simply could not contain it. My body began to shake and my mouth began to groan, and I lifted my legs Straight in the air, as if they were rockets, pointing towards the ceiling. I hunched my driving, quivering cunt with all my might, as if I was trying to drive my cunt right through bis face. His tongue, sensing my – pleasure, darted down between the pulsing lips, and he shoved it into the canal, fucking me with it.- He flit it from side to side, touching every inch of that frantically climbing tunnel, wetting me with his mouth, dripping pleasure into me.
I began to suck.with all my might. I wanted Adam's sperm in my mouth. It was something I've never done before, not even for Peter; something that I've always found repugnant and nauseating… until this very moment.
Now, suddenly, nothing could be better, nothing could give me any more pleasure. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck it out, I wanted to feel its slimy ooze gush against my tongue and suck down into my throat. I wanted Adam's hot come in my mouth.
But it was not about to happen. Adam wasn't ready to come yet, and I felt myself sobbing with the combined emotions of exploding passion and profound disappointment. I was so overwhelmed with sensations that my brain seemed flooded; I didn't know how to react. One part of me was coming, another was sucking Adam's cock, and still another part of me was aching to have Adam come with me. And it continued on like that: coming and not wanting to come, enjoying it and hating it, mingling ecstasy and despair until it was impossible to tell one from the other. Then the orgasm peaked with a screeching, empty wail, and a profound and bottomless depression closed over my mind like an impenetrable pall.
It was as if the normal post-orgastic depression had somehow been magnified and distorted to absorb not fust my body and my mind, but the room we were in as well. A feeling so hollow, so empty, that it seemed to have become a part of my Me-perhaps even all of my life. I felt close to crying.
