lips glistening with wetness and I could also see the tiny clit, the shaft barely visible right above Martha's hole.
The sight of the slick, rosy inside of Martha's cunt was sufficiently arousing to overcome my sudden reluctance. I walked forward until I was only a few feet from her.
'Now get on your knees,' she ordered.
I did as she asked. I kneeled down in front of her, as I did so moving closer so that I was only a few inches from her. Basically, I knew what to do, but I waited for her guidance, at least on details.
'Stick your tongue as far into my twat as it'll go,' she instructed. 'Then take out some of the juice with your tongue and spread it all over the outside of my pussy, especially on my clit.'
I dove down to her cunt and did as I was told. My tongue snaked down deep into her cunt-hole. It was the first pussy I had ever tasted and it was delicious. I drank up the juice eagerly, in my excitement forgetting to transfer it to the drier parts of Martha's cunt.
'Hey, you're already forgetting what I told you,' Martha reminded me. 'Take your tongue and move it all over my pussy. The juice from inside and your saliva will moisten me and make me more sensitive. You know how much better your cunt feels when a man wets it down with his tongue. Well, the same thing goes when you're with a woman.' I knew what I was supposed to do and I knew why I was supposed to do it, but that first contact with cunt had destroyed my concentration, had completely removed my ability to follow Martha's directions. I had become lost, if only for a few moments, in that delicious inlet and its sweet sea.
I regained control of myself and followed her instructions. I drew my tongue slowly out of her pussy and ran it along her fuzzy outer labes, then along the damp, slippery inner lips. Martha didn't need lubrication there, but she seemed to enjoy it when I focused my attention on those lips. She put her hands on top of my head and pressed, as if to hold me there against her juicing twat. She kept my, head still for a few seconds, then pushed on the back of my head as if to move my head forward and upward.
Martha wanted me to lick her clit. I was glad to oblige. I used the tip of my tongue and ran it up and down the clit, from the base to the narrower shaft, to the slightly swollen top.
Martha went wild as I licked her clitoris. 'Oh, God! Lori, that feels so damn good,' she moaned.
Martha's hands gripped my head like a vise. She pulled me tightly against her cunt, so I took my tongue off her clit and pushed it into her oozing hole.
'No, no, Lori. Keep licking my clit,' she told me. 'Use your finger in my hole. The clit is the key.'
I knew the clit was the most sensitive part of a woman's cunt, but I had never realized that it should be constantly stimulated when a woman's pussy is being eaten. When men had eaten my snatch, they had paid plenty of attention to my clit, but they had also run their tongues in and out of my hole every few seconds. It had felt good, of course, but I began to wonder what constant licking of my clit would feel like, licking without any interruption.
I moved my tongue back to Martha's clit and then I stuck my middle finger into her dripping cunt-hole.
'Okay, Lori. Now fuck me with your finger,' Martha panted.
I moved my finger rhythmically in and out of her snatch while she moaned and writhed on the couch. As she moved closer to orgasm, I could feel her cunt muscles contracting more frequently.
'Put one finger in my other hole,' Martha told me.
I stuck my pinky into her asshole. I wanted to use a small finger so that I wouldn't bruise her.
Men had stuck their fingers up my ass while they ate me or fucked me and I knew how it could hurt if they weren't gentle. I had taken a few pricks into my asshole, even Mike's huge rod, and I knew the pain could be incredible if they weren't careful.
Martha's cunt and ass muscles contracted on my fingers. I knew that she was about to come. Her legs tensed and she rose up slightly off the couch. Meanwhile, her hands kept up their firm pressure on my head, pinning me against her cunt.
'Faster, faster!' she yelled.
I stepped up my pace, moving my tongue as fast as I could over her clit. Juice poured out of her cunt-hole all over me.
'I'm coming! I'm comiiinnggg!' Martha shouted. Her cunt muscles spasmed wildly and her hands kept pressing on my head, but harder now. I kept licking at her clit while my fingers kept fucking in and out of her tightening cunt and asshole.
Her already ample flow of juice turned into a flood, a torrent of pussy-cream. I kept licking even as it washed down over me. I had never tasted undiluted cunt-juice before that night and I was enjoying every wet moment of it.
Martha finally slumped back on the couch, her orgasm completed. I pulled my tongue away from her pussy, but I left my fingers buried in her ass and cunt.
'How did I do?' I asked.
'Very well,' Martha said. 'You lost control at first, but after that you were perfect!' I felt her cunt quiver as she spoke.
'Now I'll eat your pussy,' she told me, her eyes sparkling.
I pulled my fingers out of her holes and stood up. Martha got up off the couch and replaced me on the floor. I took her position on the edge of the couch. The moment I had long waited for was at hand.
I spread my legs as far as I could and then lay back on the couch. I didn't expect to need my hands to keep Martha in place.
Martha dropped her head down to my cunt. Just as she had instructed me to do, her tongue probed way down deep into my hole. It slid easily down the slippery channel, while cunt-juice and saliva mixed on her tongue.
It felt good, but what she did next felt even better. Martha pulled her tongue out and ran in perfunctorily across the outer pussy-lips tickling me and stimulating me. My clit needed her tongue, but first she stopped to run her soft, wet tongue over the inner lips of my cunt, as I had done to her.
Now it was time for my clit. Martha gently tongued the tiny shaft. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Although men had rubbed it and licked it, none had ever done so as gently as Martha was doing.
I realized that although the clit demands a lot of attention, that attention must be gentle at first, then must increase gradually, but steadily. Men had often rubbed or licked my clit vigorously at the start, then abandoned it to concentrate on my hole.
Martha knew exactly what to do. She softly tongued the clit, at the same time moving one hand up to finger-fuck my hole. As her long, slender finger moved in and out of my cunt, I felt as if my cunt and clit were the center of the whole world. No one could ever have felt such an intense sensation, I remember thinking. I had known pleasure, but never such a powerful all-encompassing total pleasure. After a few seconds, it blotted all else from my mind. The rest of the universe ceased to exist.
As Martha concentrated on my cunt, the pleasure somehow increased. The dream had been incredible, at least for a few brief seconds, but this erotic pleasure far exceeded that in the dream.
It didn't take me long to come. That tongue so busily working on my clit was too much for me. Sensing that I was nearing orgasm, Martha pushed her tongue harder against my clit.
That was all I needed to push me over the brink. I shuddered, once, twice, then came. Martha kept her head between my legs and she continued to lick away at my tender clit. At the same time, her fingers were busy stabbing my cunt.
My cunt felt on fire. It got hotter and hotter. Then, as my orgasm peaked, the fire turned from an intense blaze into a thermonuclear blast. I felt as if explosions were racking my body, lifting me off the couch and sending me soaring into the sky.
This continued on and on, longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced. Martha knew how to prolong it for me. She licked hard until I seemed to reach a peak, then she began to gently nibble at my clit. As I sank back down on the couch, as my muscles started to relax, she tongued me harder and faster. Soon, I was up on top of another peak, this time higher than the one before. Each consecutive explosion sent me higher and higher, until I felt as if I were in outer space.
As my orgasm subsided, finally, I felt numb. I had never been so totally satisfied or so completely exhausted. I didn't speak. I didn't think. I just lay there on the couch for at least five minutes.
As my strength came back, I reflected on my experience. I had never felt anything like it. The constant
