Lick a Hot Pussy

It was the middle of the heatwave this summer and every window in the house was open, as well as the patio doors, but Pauline & I were moving around on this Sunday with the minimum of clothing. In fact, when I went into the kitchen, she was washing up the dishes wearing only an apron. I wolf-whistled and she shook her arse and giggled at me.

As hot as it was, I didn't need telling twice.

I stood and watched her for a moment, the way her shoulder blades moved under her skin, the curve of her waist and hips, her juicy arse, her slim legs and gorgeous feet. Then, I got down on all fours and crawled over to her, keeping my eyes on her bum. She kept wiggling her arse and I watched her cheeks jiggle. A bead of sweat ran down them. I got closer and touched her skin with the tip of my nose then licked up one buttock and down the next. She jumped.

"Morgan! I'm all hot and sweaty."

"So am I," I said. I licked her again and her skin was as damp as she'd complained but her fresh sweat tasted wonderful. "And anyway, you taste delicious."

"Good enough to eat?"

"Oh yes," I licked down the crease of her bum and her body stiffened, in a sudden, electric jolt of surprise. She gasped, half in shock and half in delight, but didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into my tongue. I kept licking, up and down, enjoying the taste and the sensations.

I gently parted her bum cheeks and breathed gently on her skin, making her shiver slightly. Then I licked down her crease, savouring the fresh sweat as I bathed her bum with my saliva. Then, as I could feel her bum cheeks trembling, poked my tongue into her arsehole. That made her gasp too and she jumped forward, as if she'd had a little electric shock. I kept going it, tongue into her arsehole then playing around the rim of it, until her the gasps were fairly constant and then I slid forward, moving between her legs. She pushed herself away from the sink to give me some room.

I brushed past her legs, feeling the heat as I slipped between her slick thighs. I liked the feel of it and the view. Her cunt was already wet and, as I ran my tongue up her lips, her breathing got a little more frantic. I could feel her trembling now, a light vibration that ran up her legs and into my chest as he tilted her pelvis forward, granting me full access to her garden of delights. I gripped her buttocks, pulling her onto my face.

I dipped my tongue in further, licked up her swollen folds then swirled around her clitoris with a slow, deliberate pressure. She let out a strangled moan and then, for a moment, the only sound was the rhythmic drip of the tap and the wet work of my tongue. I focused on her clit until she groaned, then left it out, licking down her cunt and dipping my tongue in here.

"Morgan..." she gasped.

I pulled her tighter to me and then went back to her clit, repeating the move a couple of times until she was literally panting her breaths. I licked hard and soft, savouring the anticipation of when her composure would properly break. I flicked at her clit until her hips bucked against me.

As the tension in her body grew, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and curled them against the wall of her vagina, mimicking a slow, grinding motion. She began to pant, as I played with her g-spot. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as I licked her clit and finger fucked her.

Pauline's climax hit suddenly, with a violent wave that rippled through her. Her pussy muscles clamped down on my fingers in a series of powerful, involuntary spasms and she cried out in pleasure. Her body arched as she peaked but I didn't pull away and stayed right there, licking her clit and riding the wave of her orgasm until she slumped, breathless and spent, against the sink.

I stayed where I was, enjoying the heat of her pussy and occasionally licking at the juice on her lips. The air felt thick and humid, but she was relaxed and drifted back to me slowly.

Slipping my finger out of her juicy cunt, she sighed and I looked up at her, face framed by her gorgeous tits. Her eyes were half closed but she smiled lazily at me. Her hair looked tousled and a bit sweaty.

"What the fuck was that, Morg?"

"I wanted to eat you out," I said. "You know I can't resist you when you're naked."

"I know," she whispered, her voice raspy. "I think these dishes can wait a little longer."