Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"Well, I was digging on all these things, grooving on the differences and comparisons, while all the time I was trying to figure out how the hell that damn speaker was going to fit into the action. Gail had it and was dancing around with it like it was a prop in some modern dance scene. I noticed it was shaped like a flattened horn, about eight inches along the arc and maybe three or four inches thick. I also noted that they had stretched a piece of rubber over the horn.

"I began to get the idea of how the speaker was to be used when Gail teasingly pressed it to her tits and gave a 'Nh-nh-nhhh' squeal about three octaves up from the bass note that the tympani was rumbling out. She pressed the tightly stretched rubber diaphragm-type thing against each nipple and ran it slowly along her inner thighs.

" 'Okay, Gail,' Sandy said, 'that's enough of a buildup. I'm hornier than six cows in heat.' She shifted her hips around sexily on the edge of the bed. 'Estrus is my middle name.' She rubbed at the semen on her breasts. It had dried to a thick flour-and-water consistency.

"'The grooviest sensation I ever had,' said Gail, untangling the speaker wire so it would reach from the tuner to the bed, 'was when I put on a record by Kris Kristofferson. Shit, when he sang "Me and Bobby McGee" it was simply too much.'

"•'Just stop gabbing,' Sandy said, 'and give me that Altec-Lansing. I'll settle for Beethoven's Ninth.' She seized the speaker eagerly and pressed it to her lower abdomen. 'God, the way I feel Pd settle for a harp rendition of "Greensleeves."'She pulled her knees up almost against her shoulders and rocked the arc of the speaker over her crotch, giving special attention to her anal area and her clit nestled in the pink vulvae. 'O-o-oh, wahoo!' she groaned. 'Goddamn, this feels so good there's got to be something sinful about it.'

"'Speaking of sinful,' said Gail, 'the time I got such a kick out of "Me and Bobby McGee" I was over at Margot and Susannah's and we were all pretty well stoned on high-grade Michoacan. Too bad we don't have a couple joints around.' She came over to where I was sitting on a chair at the dressing table and rubbed her silky snatch hair over my shoulder.

"'Tell me, Aquarius, you who are the harbinger of this new age, is smoking grass and having Kris Kristofferson singing into your pussy-is that sinful, particularly if you're doing both at the same time?'

"Well, shit, let me tell you I was feeling a little ambivalent. On the one hand there was this sylphlike pink and saffron Sandy getting her pussy all creamy with an Altec-Lansing speaker with a twelve-pound magnet. Now, how the hell would that grab you? On the other hand here was raven-tressed Gail with her ravensdown snatch pressed damn near against my cheek, asking me my philosophy for the 'new age.' I mean, I've been in some kinky situations before, but this was one in which all my cool and savoir faire seemed somehow beside the point.

"So I said, 'Look, Gail, honey, sweetheart, baby, I, uh, either I'm at this moment beyond good and evil, or I'm not up to it. I dunno which.' As if in assent, my stiff cock throbbed vigorously. 'I mean, I've been watching Sandy over there on the bed go all glassy eyed with nothing but an inanimate rubber hummer for intimate company. To tell you the truth, my taste buds are eager to try a little of that pussy over there. You might say they're jealous.'

"Sandy, over on the bed, though, was not too glassy eyed to catch the gist of what I was saying. She cried out over the crescendos of music, 'Holy shit, yes!' Her gaze fixed me in a demented dance.

"'Good God, no! Wait.' Gail at that precise moment took a firm but, thank heaven, relaxed grip on my aching hard on. 'Your cock reminds me of a funny story.'

"'Let him go,' Sandy yelled. 'I'd even give up Beethoven's Ninth for a real live tongue.'

" 'Not until I tell the funny story his cock reminds me of,' returned Gail.

"'Lemme go,' I groaned. 'My mouth is dying for a taste of that juicy twat!'

" 'Here, have a tit-just for a minute. You can't hear the story if you've got your ears buried between thighs.'

"Gail presented me with a succulent morsel of breast, not, incidentally, obscuring my view of Sandy's palpitating labia. At the same moment, she ran a sensual hand over my scrotum and down to my asshole.

"'When I was over at Margot's one time,'-it sounded like the beginning of 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'-'she told me a story that cracked me up.'

" 'Louder!' I said over the noise of the chorus.

"'Margot told me a funny story!' Her hand caressed my balls expertly. 'She was dancing topless in San Francisco a couple years ago-or maybe it was North Beach. Yeah, that was it.'

"'Shit! Don't play with my cock too much.'

"Sandy, I noticed, had three fingers deep in her cunt and was rapidly covering much of her thighs with glistening juices.

"'Anyway,' Gail continued, 'the manager came up to her and asked her if she knew this guy in the front row. See, she'd been talking to him earlier. So she said-'

" 'Talk louder or turn the goddamn volume down!' I screamed.

" ‘-she said yes, why? And they said, because he's sitting in the front row masturbating-'

" 'Don't play with my dick!'

" '-and she said, Oh, this is too funny-he's my psychiatrist.'

"'Cunt,' I gasped. 'I've got to have cunt!'

"I managed to get free of Gail and scuttle over to where Sandy's inviting thighs and crotch beckoned. Her eyes were searing slits in her face. Hot, hot, hot.

"Gail followed. 'Didn't you think that was a funny story?' she asked a little querulously. 'You're an Aquarius, and every Aquarius I've told that story to thinks it's hilarious.'

" 'Yes, yes,' I said, pulling Sandy's fingers from her cooze, ‘but Beethoven's Ninth has always turned me on something awful. I need cunt!'

"'Of course we were stoned when she told me-Margot and I.'

"'Oh, God, suck my cunt!" Sandy's outburst left no doubt as to her need.

" ‘I wish we had a couple joints. That would-‘ Gail stopped abruptly. 'Good heavens! What am I thinking?' I felt caressing fingertips on my tight scrotum. Inhaling deeply, I ran the broad plane of my tongue lovingly over Sandy's inner thigh, savoring the tart, musky oils.

"'How silly of me.' Gall's voice came from a distance, far from the shining pink thighs and trembling cunt lips that drew my attention. But her grazing hands and warm breath were exciting and immediate. 'I've got a magnificent joint right here.' Her fingers stroked delightfully. I felt a drop of fluid well out of my cock.

"At the same instant, I opened my mouth wide and fastened it gingerly onto Sandy's damp, sinewy inner thigh, I felt an incredibly warm and voluptuous sensation spread from the tip, from the sticky drop on the tip of my penis and envelop, as it seemed, the whole region of my cock and balls. I strained my eyes to one side to see what the hell was happening without loosening my gently suctioning oral grip on Sandy's thigh.

"'God, what a marvelous joint,' Gail murmured. 'Beats grass any day.' She ran her mouth down the entire length again, with one hand rubbing the spittle around on my balls and clear down to my asshole. 'The poor thing. How could I have neglected him for so long?'

" 'My cunt, my cunt!' hissed Sandy. 'My cunt is feeling terribly neglected.' I tore my gaze away from the fantastic mouth work taking place on my privates.

"Sandy's cunt and asshole, her whole crotch, from clit to base of her backbone, was absolutely pulsating, rhythmically expanding and contracting like a large oyster in saltwater shallows. It seemed to hold a mystic fascination for me. Perhaps because Gail was sucking my cock like a limpet.

"I trailed my tongue in a wet, erratic pattern up Sandy's thigh and stopped at the heated, pulpy flesh of labia major to lick and probe with my tongue. I slid my mouth over the firm inner lips and sucked gently, drawing them into my mouth. With my tongue, I licked and pulled them out of the salty, musky crevices and flicked them around.