Margaret pulled the panties from her legs. When she lay at last on the rug before the fire, she was rapturously naked, one leg bent at the knee and the other extended at full length, leaving the treasure that Margaret so urgently desired, the deep luscious cunt, totally exposed and craving penetration. Joan’s eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, as her arms spread out to either side of her, putting her in a posture of complete submission.
“Now,” Margaret whispered to herself, and moved slowly over until she was kneeling over Joan’s head, one knee on either side of her face. “Now,” she said again, and very slowly lowered her body down until her cunt hairs were tickling the very tip of Joan’s mouth. Joan blinked. “What…?” she started to say, and opened her eyes to see Margaret’s body descend upon her. From her vantage point she could see Margaret’s mouth curved in what seemed a sinister smile, and beneath that the swaying tits, looming large; and below that the full belly, like a cliff of sheer shale; and then the single black gash that went from cunt to the black cleft between Margaret’s full, wide and classically rounded buttocks. She was able to let out a single gasp as the expressionistic torso descended totally upon her, smothering her in flesh and heat and wet.
“Suck it up, little girl,” Margaret said, “suck it dry.”
Joan tried to move her face to the side but the pressure from Margaret’s thighs was too strong. All she succeeded in doing was to throw her body about in a panic, which only added to Margaret’s excitement, and oddly, to her own. “That’s right,” Margaret said, “it’s even better if you fight against it, isn’t it? Do it your way, but do it!” And with that she let her full weight fall on Joan’s face. Her nose covered and unable to breathe, Joan was forced to suck air in through her mouth, but as she did so, Margaret’s cunt seemed to yawn in width and covered the full extent of Joan’s lips, so that what she sucked in was the total smell and secretion of the other woman’s cunt. Her mouth and nostrils filled with it, and she momentarily gagged.
“Swallow,” Margaret demanded.
And with a shudder of distaste and relief, Joan gulped down the entire mixture of cunt juice and musty air that had been mouldering in the recesses of Margaret’s pussy. The entire experience verged on the vile, and it was that very feeling which, perversely, drove a bolt of excitement through Joan’s body. Her hands came up and grasped Margaret’s thighs, pulling them down even harder on her own face. Once again, she sucked in with all her strength, and this time avidly lapped up the juices that ran down her tongue. Hungry, beginning to verge on sexual hysteria, she probed her tongue up into the crevices of Margaret’s cunt, causing the other woman to writhe with pleasure.
“Oh yes,” Margaret moaned. “From cocksucker to cuntlapper in one easy step. Now get down to it. Lick my sticky cunt. Come on, suck it until your jaw aches.”
The outrageous beauty of Margaret’s body mixed with the base physicality of that body’s functions drove Joan into a frenzy of excitement. The image and the actuality vied for supremacy, and all the while she was lost in the anonymity of the sensations involved, her mind was running over the fact that the cunt she was licking and sucking belonged to Margaret, Margaret the cool executive secretary that she saw five days a week in the civilized confines of office routine. This was the same woman, now naked and bearing down on her, pressing her hot convulsive pussy into her mouth, writhing with her own orgasms, and pushing provocative words into her ears.
“Feel me come on your mouth,” she urged. And indeed more than half her pleasure seemed to come from the dramatics of the situation rather than from her inner experiences. For Margaret, as with Lou, the sensations of sex had long since ceased to be the primary motivation. Like him,
“Now,” Margaret whispered to herself, and moved slowly over until she was kneeling over Joan’s head, one knee on either side of her face. “Now,” she said again, and very slowly lowered her body down until her cunt hairs were tickling the very tip of Joan’s mouth. Joan blinked. “What…?” she started to say, and opened her eyes to see Margaret’s body descend upon her. From her vantage point she could see Margaret’s mouth curved in what seemed a sinister smile, and beneath that the swaying tits, looming large; and below that the full belly, like a cliff of sheer shale; and then the single black gash that went from cunt to the black cleft between Margaret’s full, wide and classically rounded buttocks. She was able to let out a single gasp as the expressionistic torso descended totally upon her, smothering her in flesh and heat and wet.
“Suck it up, little girl,” Margaret said, “suck it dry.”
Joan tried to move her face to the side but the pressure from Margaret’s thighs was too strong. All she succeeded in doing was to throw her body about in a panic, which only added to Margaret’s excitement, and oddly, to her own. “That’s right,” Margaret said, “it’s even better if you fight against it, isn’t it? Do it your way, but do it!” And with that she let her full weight fall on Joan’s face. Her nose covered and unable to breathe, Joan was forced to suck air in through her mouth, but as she did so, Margaret’s cunt seemed to yawn in width and covered the full extent of Joan’s lips, so that what she sucked in was the total smell and secretion of the other woman’s cunt. Her mouth and nostrils filled with it, and she momentarily gagged.
“Swallow,” Margaret demanded.
And with a shudder of distaste and relief, Joan gulped down the entire mixture of cunt juice and musty air that had been mouldering in the recesses of Margaret’s pussy. The entire experience verged on the vile, and it was that very feeling which, perversely, drove a bolt of excitement through Joan’s body. Her hands came up and grasped Margaret’s thighs, pulling them down even harder on her own face. Once again, she sucked in with all her strength, and this time avidly lapped up the juices that ran down her tongue. Hungry, beginning to verge on sexual hysteria, she probed her tongue up into the crevices of Margaret’s cunt, causing the other woman to writhe with pleasure.
“Oh yes,” Margaret moaned. “From cocksucker to cuntlapper in one easy step. Now get down to it. Lick my sticky cunt. Come on, suck it until your jaw aches.”
The outrageous beauty of Margaret’s body mixed with the base physicality of that body’s functions drove Joan into a frenzy of excitement. The image and the actuality vied for supremacy, and all the while she was lost in the anonymity of the sensations involved, her mind was running over the fact that the cunt she was licking and sucking belonged to Margaret, Margaret the cool executive secretary that she saw five days a week in the civilized confines of office routine. This was the same woman, now naked and bearing down on her, pressing her hot convulsive pussy into her mouth, writhing with her own orgasms, and pushing provocative words into her ears.
“Feel me come on your mouth,” she urged. And indeed more than half her pleasure seemed to come from the dramatics of the situation rather than from her inner experiences. For Margaret, as with Lou, the sensations of sex had long since ceased to be the primary motivation. Like him,
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