Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"We were far from where there could have been any other campers. There wasn't the slightest chance of discovery, so we took off our clothes and romped in the moss under the tall trees. Naturally, we ended up in each other's arms, and eventually, in a sixty-nine position.

"As he lapped at my wide-open cunt, I drove my mouth up and down over his cock. I'd learned to do it well by now, using my hand to take care of what I couldn't get into my mouth. This time, like many times before, we went about it leisurely. Either of us could have come in a few seconds, but we drew it out to last and last for an ecstatically long time. I pumped his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, and each time I heard his breath begin to quicken, I eased the pace. He did the same with me-that is, when he'd given my clitoris so much attention I was on the very brink of exploding into spasms, he'd not only slow down but move his tongue somewhere else. What divine torture!

"We went on this way under the trees. At last, Joey looked up at me and said, 'I'd like to put it in. Know what I mean?'

"'Okay,' I said.

"Funny, the thought scarcely ever crossed my mind. The thought of fucking, that is. We had our own thing, Joey and me, and that was it. I was almost afraid to try something else for fear it wouldn't work and would alienate us somehow. That's how I felt then. Scared. But I didn't want to disappoint him. I'd have never disappointed Joey for anything.

"My fear vanished, though, as I looked at Joey's deep, piercing eyes, then his ripe, virile body. I wanted to take his cock inside me, not so much out of lust as out of desire to be close to him in a new way.

"I lay still and let him position my legs to best advantage. Then he bore down on me. There was something awkward about it. It occurred to me that he was less experienced at this. I put my arms around him reassuringly, then raised my legs over him, entwining them around his ass. My cunt was very wet, but it took a moment or so for him to drive his huge tool into it. I'm not sure why. It was as though he had trouble finding at what angle to push.

"At last we were linked together, the way I'd been with other guys before. Only Joey didn't start to hump me frantically. He stayed perfectly still with his cock deep inside me. Then he began stroking very gently. It was odd, though, big as his cock was, I scarcely felt anything.

"I tried to meet his slow thrusts by lifting my pelvis upward in rhythm with his motions. I found myself trying to grind my clitoris against him, trying to derive some sensation I just wasn't getting.

"I felt close to him, though, I remember that. There was something lovely about this, but really, something was missing physically. I wasn't turned off or disgusted, but I wasn't terribly hot the way I usually was with Joey. I'd been spoiled by the treatment he'd given me.

"Maybe he'd been spoiled, too. Instants later, he kissed me and crawled off.

"'It was nice, wasn't it?' he asked.

"'Yes,' I said. 'Beautiful.'

"So he hadn't intended to finish it, that was all. It was just an experiment. I was infinitely relieved. But I noticed that his prick wasn't hard and erect anymore. It had gone soft. I pretended not to see it, though, as he resumed the familiar position between my raised thighs.

"I'd never wanted his tongue more than at that moment. I had to know that the old magic was still there between us, that this hadn't spoiled it for us forever.

"The first touch of his tongue, though, was enough to bring me back to where I'd been before. I trembled as I felt the rough wetness of its meeting my clit. Gently he licked at the tender, quivering flesh. I loved it. This was what I wanted, this and nothing else.

"I shook frantically as he swept his tongue downward to my gaping hole and back up again to where my clit was bulging and quivering. I spread my legs wide and let my clit really stick out so he could get at it. Briefly he sucked at it, the same way I sucked his cock, but it couldn't stand much of that. It had to be treated so very gently.

"This was it, the thing that drew us together, the craving for what our hot mouths could do. Way back somewhere in my mind it seemed wrong to want it so desperately when we couldn't make it like you're supposed to be able to make it. I was hooked on this and so was Joey. At least we'd found each other and both of us understood. No one else need ever know, I thought.

"Joey's furious lapping at my cunt was driving me wild, there under the trees where we lay. A breeze came up chilling my cunt for a moment, but Joey really closed in, protecting the sensitive skin. The rest of me could get cold now and I wouldn't even feel it. Nothing mattered but my fluttering cunt and the marvelous sensations Joey brought to it.

"I rotated my hips ever so slightly now, caught in a rhythm all my own. I closed my eyes and gave myself completely to the waves of thrilling sensation.

"I wasn't quite coming, not yet, but I was close. I'd reached a level where nothing could bring me back to the everyday world. I had no more brain and no body except my cunt. I was all cunt, open and bulging and trembling. Just one big, hairy cunt.

"For a long time I stayed there at the very edge, waiting to be tossed over into that vast abyss of pleasure; wanting it, yes, but not wanting it too soon. Joey knew that; he knew me better than I knew myself. On and one it went, gentle but frantic, tender but violent.

"Then something seemed to hit me like a bolt of lightning and my scream echoed from the hills around us as the great convulsions of pleasure overtook my helpless body. My cunt pressed hard and hungry against his face and he knew that at this moment I wanted the tip of his tongue reaching into my opening and closing hole. My cunt was a sucking, seething mass.

"No, there was no love, not at a moment like this. It was pure animal desire on my part. I'll have to admit that. There was love before and love after, but in between I turned into a raving maniac, incapable of tender emotions. All I knew then was the power and fury of my cravings as something in me cried, 'More, more,' until at last I couldn't get any more, because for that instant I had it all, all I could possibly want.

"What it was like then for Joey I can only guess. I think there was a matter of masculine pride, but more than that, I think he really enjoyed the animalness of me which only he could bring out. It was a kind of demolishment of the real me for a little while, letting me turn into the creature I am in dreams. There's a sense of power in being able to do that to somebody. I know, because that's what I could do to Joey.

"He wanted it now, too, with the same kind of desperation, the same desire to restore the old magic, to make sure everything was the same. Sometimes he'd stop after doing me, but not this time. He had to have his.

"When I had the strength, I got up over him and took his now hard cock into my hands, rubbing the flesh up and down sensuously. He usually got hard licking me or just knowing that I was going to suck him off.

"He loved the touch of my hands, I knew, but not as much as he loved the feel of my mouth bearing down on his cock. I teased him for a few moments with my hands, knowing that he enjoyed being teased, enjoyed the anticipation of what was sure to happen next.

"At last, I positioned my face over his prick and extended my tongue. I almost touched it, but not quite. It came toward my tongue like a magnet, again and again. Then I let the very tip of my tongue brush against his most sensitive spot just underneath the head. Teasingly, it went on like this, and Joey moaned in the exquisite torture of it all.

"Next, though, I rubbed my tongue up and down the bulging ridge the way I'd rubbed my fingers before. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto his stately prick. I licked at it for a while. At last, knowing I shouldn't make him wait any longer, I opened my mouth and made a vacuum inside, sucking his thick cock between my lips and on in, way back.