Clarice was getting a damned good fucking from Leo. It was an ordinary Wednesday night, but they were in the mood and now the sheets and covers were cast aside and she was on her back, legs wrapped around his waist as she welcomed him deep within her cunt and pushed back lustily up against his thrusting cock. Her long blonde hair was splayed out on the bed around her, and her generous breasts were wobbling back and forth above her chest as she and Leo moved in rhythm.
Clarice could still taste Leo's lovely musky flavor within her mouth from when she'd blown him earlier. Ever since she'd started having sex, she'd always loved the taste of cock and also sperm, and her partners had generally been quite happy with that fact. In her lust, she could almost feel as though she still was tasting him, just with her cunt instead now. His cock was sliding up and down in her vagina and as she felt him tense and start to come, she seemed to taste that salty bitter taste of sperm, as though it was splashing into her mouth and not up by her cervix.
This was confusing to Clarice, but she didn't pay it all that much mind, because really she had better things to pay attention to in this fuck. Like grinding her clit against her spasming lover to get herself that last bit up and over into her own orgasm, crying out even as Leo moaned and dropped himself back down, crushing his chest across her boobs and sprawling limp in pleasure on Clarice. She held him tight, continuing to drink in the flavor of his rapidly subsiding pulses and milking at his cock with her well-toned kegel muscles.
Then Leo rolled off her and lay gasping on the bed beside her, quite clearly spent and happy, and Clarice did not yet want to let him go. She turned herself his way and climbed on top of him, planting her arms on either side of his head and her lips down on his lips in a fierce and lustful kiss, her heavily flopping breasts dragging nipples up his chest. Her hairy sopping cunt scrubbed up and down atop his wilting cock and she longed to taste that delicious mix of salt and sweat and mingled sexual fluids soaking down his cock and balls.
And so she felt herself reaching out to grasp and lick his balls, massaging and stroking and lapping up that tasty musky flavor. She was licking his balls, even as she kissed his mouth. She was grabbing his balls and stroking up and down his cock, even as her hands were up on either side of Leo's head. Clarice hesitated, feeling a strange cold feeling as she wondered what was going on and felt somehow something zip up back into her cunt.
"The fuck?" she said and froze in place, trying to take an inventory of her body. Leo was still not paying much attention, still out of his head with pleasure and refractory collapse. Clarice was thinking, feeling out her position carefully. Arms up top, head hovering over Leo's head, breasts touching down lightly on his chest, cunt waving open over her kneeling legs. Her hands had not yet moved, were gripping tightly on the bedding still.
"Oh, God," said Leo, "Oh, God, don't stop, please." His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard, still letting go bit by bit into his post-coital slump.
Clarice was having none of that. "Leo!" she said sharply, "Leo, I need to ask you something."
"Oh, God, of course, of course," said Leo, quite clearly not yet focused on her.
"Hey Leo, was I just kissing you?"
"Of course."
"And was I just licking your balls?"
"Oh yeah, that felt so wonderful, don't stop, don't stop, please start again."
"Hey Leo, focus!"
"Huh?" he said, and opened his eyes with a quizzical and sort of hurt look. Then he noticed the distress that was now starting to show on Clarice's face and his expression changed, shifting toward confused alarm instead.
"Hey Leo, if I was kissing you, shouldn't that mean that I can't lick your balls?"
"Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course. So..."
"And I wasn't touching you with my hands, because they're up here by your head."
"Yeah, yeah, so, then what..."
"That's right. So what the fuck was going on?" She got up off of Leo and the bed, looked back and saw his cock and thought about how tasty it had been, how when she thought about it, she could even now savor his sperm up within her cunt. This all felt so peculiar to her and she didn't know just what to make of all of this.
Leo was propping himself up on his arms, raising his body up into a sitting posture and he was starting to look more and more puzzled, just like her. His cock was getting all small and wrinkled up of course, which was a pity but also unsurprising. "You most definitely grabbed my balls and licked them," Leo said to her, "I know what it feels like when you lick my balls." He started to grin lasciviously, but then he lost it back to that expression of puzzled concern. "No really, what the fuck?"
Clarice was folding her arms now, holding herself and feeling cold and strange. The taste of sperm was making her start to think of something, but she couldn't quite believe it or bring herself to say the words out loud. So instead she thought she'd see about putting it to the test.
"I've got an idea that I want to try. Come here." She went back onto the bed and got on her hands and knees, letting her head and hands relax down flat on the bed, raising her big ass up and presenting her cunt upwards and back, ready to be taken from behind. But not quite yet.
"Come on up behind me, like you're going to fuck me from behind, but I don't want you to actually do that yet." Agreeing, Leo got himself into position. She felt him place his marvellously broad strong hands on her wide and curvy hips and savored the feeling of him there so close behind her, her lover holding her ass and ready to penetrate her cunt.
"Now, I'm just going to try to relax a bit, and let's see what happens."
"Sounds good, I'll give you some massage back here." Leo moved his hands up and down her sides, then moved them firmly to and from her spine, moving out into circles and strokes of massage that felt just meltingly comforting for her. Clarice made little yumming and encouraging noises and shook her hips in front of him.
As she relaxed, she felt her senses spreading out again, down past Leo's smoothly moving hands and down to the open warmness of her cunt. She smelled him there, the lovely musky cock not far from her, so warm and juicy and just inches from her cunt, and she reached out from deep within herself to stroke it, grab it gently but firmly and lick it up and down, around in spirals, tugging and stroking to persuade it to harden for her once again, tasting the mix of juices going sticky up and down its length. She felt herself noticing and started to tense in fear, then consciously relaxed and let her loving massage of his cock go on, letting go and submerging herself as best she could in the sensations.
Behind her she heard ragged breaths and Leo tensed up in his hands. "Just let it go," she said, "Just let it go, and let's see where we go when we relax." He listened to her and his hands slowed down, his hips stopped moving and he breathed in slower. Clarice was savoring another bit of precum lapped from the welling hole at the end of Leo's cock, oh so gently inspecting the feel of the edges of his urethra, even as she closed her eyes and lay her head sideways, deeper into the firm surface of the bed.
"Clarice," said Leo gently, a note of wonder and confusion in his voice, "Clarice, I see what's going on."
She felt her shoulders start to tense, and breathed out deeply to release it. "Yes, Leo, please tell me what you see. I think I know, but I want to know what it is that you are seeing."
"You're licking me, Clarice. You're licking me with a long, long tongue that's coming out of your vagina." That sounded right to her, that matched the touch, the taste, the feelings deep inside her core. "It's really wonderful," he went on, "It's long and strong and flexible, and you're working spirals all around my cock. You've got me in your gentle grip and oh, it's feeling so damned good."
"Oh yeah," she said, "Well how about this?" And then she sucked him deep inside, pulling back her strange appendage without releasing Leo, to draw his cock straight down into her cunt. As he actually went in, she had to let go, as there wasn't space for both cock and tongue to fit comfortably together in her cunt, but she felt her vaginal tongue withdrawing up around him, retracting somehow deep inside her as she let him go.
And then the fuck was on again, and Leo ground against her as she thrust back to him and they fucked some more, as she reveled in union with her mate, his hands on her hips and his taste deep down inside her cunt. The tongue was strange and needed thought, but Clarice would put that off for later, off until this round was over and she'd satisfied her need for fuck.
Clarice lay on her front, breathing deeply in satisfaction as she felt the lovely stickiness of Leo's sperm inside her well-fucked cunt and her big breasts pressing firmly against the bedding. She hadn't come herself that time, but her cunt was still all warm, engorged, and sensitive and she was quite content enough without needing another orgasm at right this moment. Leo was propped up on his side beside her, one hand stroking up and down her body, sometimes at the back, other times tracing around the swell of her nice round buttocks or sliding down her thigh.
As she cooled down, she turned his way and wrapped her arm around him, pulling him close and feeling her breasts against his chest, his sticky, wilting cock against her thigh. They kissed, deeply and salaciously, tongues wrestling and exploring around one another. Clarice's hand was tangling its way through the curly black circlets of Leo's hair, massaging the back of his head as they continued to make out, and Leo's was pressing strongly along her hips, appreciating the wide and potent swell that she liked to think of as the sort of goddess hips that his Greek ancestors would surely have worshiped long ago.
Clarice was feeling hotter now, arousal ramping up again. The smell of Leo's body was now becoming overwhelming for her, hot man, her man, sweat-slicked from his exertions with her earlier. That goddess feeling was riding stronger in her now, nipples hard and sensitive as she imagined being an object of lustful worship, a priestess, a prophet, her wide hips and bountiful breasts a sign of fertility and abundance. She tasted his sperm deep down inside her cunt again and felt her other tongue, that tongue, unfurling inside her and reaching out, between them to Leo's cock upon her thigh, where she grabbed him and licked him and sucked her taste and his away, then down to his sticky balls to wrap beneath and fondle him, brush the hairs around and feel the egg-shaped testicles as they shifted round within his sack beneath the ministration of her lower tongue. Up above, their kiss continued too, their bodies tight together all up and down their length.
Her frustration was growing with her need for orgasm and release, and Leo's cock was still refractory, not fully soft but also clearly not yet ready for another round. "Can you go down on me?" she asked, and wordlessly he shifted down between her legs, even as Clarice was moving to her back and opening her knees out wide.
She smelled him coming in, and as he placed his lips on her vagina, the tongue that she was extending there met his and together they wrestled at the threshold of her cunt. The tugging and vibrations lifted her higher toward her peak and Clarice's nipples begged to join, a need her hands could satisfy, firmly grasping their big pink nubbly surfaces. Down below, her kissing cunnilingus from Leo was soaking the space between her flesh and his with another layer of juices from her cunt, and he broke free his tongue from hers to stab directly at her clit, even as she wildly licked her vaginal tongue along his chin and groaned, little cries building up to a loud and feral yell, and another and another as she broke into a wild and helpless orgasm. Relentlessly, Leo drove her on and on, her clit unbearably on fire beneath his firm and stroking tongue, unescapeable even as her hands let go her breasts and grasped the sheets, desperately needing an anchor to hold onto.
At last, he let her go and came to lie beside her once again, smug grin on his face at his success in helping her to such a peak of pleasure. Clarice was feeling like a pile of jelly, limp and vibrating where she lay. Even her vaginal tongue lolled out, extending limply on the sheets below her like a short and fleshy rope.
And now, she wondered at its presence, as she came back into her head again. So, apparently she had a tongue down inside of her vagina now. Well, that was very strange. Why was it there? Was this thing safe to have? What could it do?
She felt for it, internally, following one of her little meditation exercises to focus on the sensations that were coming from different parts of her body. She closed her eyes and started with her feet, feeling their presence, the sheets beneath her, tensing and relaxing them together. Then she moved up to her calves, focusing on them and tensing and relaxing them in the same way. Her knees next. And then her thighs, one by one inventorying the isolated sensations of her body parts. And next her hips and groin, feeling her buttocks, the wetness of her labia and her vagina. Somewhere in this process, it appeared that her tongue had retracted itself again, and she could feel it now pulled up deep inside of her vagina. She tensed, and felt it pull up tight, relaxed and felt it loosen.
Clarice focused on those sensations more, tensing and feeling a confluence of many different muscles working on the tongue, holding it rigidly in place there deep within her body somewhere. Then she once again relaxed and felt those muscles loosening. Going through several more cycles of this, she started isolating different portions of this novel muscle group, thinking about this activity like it was some kind of novel exercise from a very different sort of yoga class than the ones she normally attended. Breathe deeply in, shift her tension and feel the tongue move to the left against her vaginal walls, relax, breathe out, and let it come back to its neutral state of rest. Breathe in again, shift another way and feel it move again but this time toward the top instead, relax, breathe out, and back to the neutral state of rest again. Bit by bit, she was feeling this new tongue start to move in ways that she could more consciously control, not to mention relief at having a bit more mastery over her situation.
When Leo spoke, it startled her. She actually yelped and jumped a little, as she was abruptly jolted out of her trance-like meditative state. She crossly turned to him, not knowing what he'd said. He looked guilty and said, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to know if you're OK."
Her anger softened, and Clarice replied, "Yeah, I'm OK. Actually, I was just meditating. I think I'm almost there in being able to control it." Leo raised an eyebrow quizzically to her, and Clarice explained about the exercises she was doing and how she was trying to figure out this tongue in her vagina. Then she continued, "Now hold on, and watch me while I try to get it out."
Clarice relaxed herself and closed her eyes again, then flexed and released some of those new and different muscles deep inside herself. She began to feel the sensation that she now recognized as her tongue extending, sliding down from the inside of her vagina toward the entrance, then out, tasting the cool of the air outside her body as it wavered free. She reached down with one hand and clumsily reached the tongue to wrap around her fingers. And then she opened her eyes and looked, seeing her strange new tongue with her own eyes for the first time.
It just looked like a tongue, but very long. Wet, of course, and narrow as a normal tongue, but it was out and wrapped around her hand, at least thirty centimeters or so, and she could feel a lot of tongue was still inside and waiting to extend. This was a very freaky thing, but it felt good. Extended, the tongue gave a pleasant filling of her cunt, though not exciting and stimulating like a cock, more like the feeling of when she put her own fingers in, which was not surprising really. Its prehensile nature was surprising, but maybe an ordinary tongue would be able to do that too if it was long enough?
Beside her, she could hear Leo had gone quiet, lying on his side to watch her, clearly fascinated and focused on the sight as well. "Can I touch it?" he asked, reaching out tentatively in its direction.
Clarice nodded, and Leo slowly reached out with his hand to where her hand was hovering above her crotch, held firmly in her tongue. As he touched, she tasted the lightly salty flavor of his skin.
"What does it feel like?" Leo asked.
"Like my tongue, is all. It's really strange, I think, that it feels so, well, normal."
He nodded, "I guess that makes sense to me. I mean, it should be unusual to grow another organ, right?"
"You got it. And I keep wondering, where did this come from? How long has it been growing down there? Is it going to stay this way? I'm liking it, I guess, since I love tasting you and this means that I can kiss you and taste your cock both at the same time, and sure, it does feel good. But really, it's just so weird." As she spoke, Clarice unwrapped her lower tongue and shifted it over to licking Leo's palm instead.
He pulled away again saying, "Hey, that tickles!" and she laughed at him and waved her tongue around, reaching out as far as she could go, which turned out to be about half a meter.
"So you can taste with your new tongue?" he asked.
"Seems like," she said, "Wanna put it to the test?"
"OK." He hesitated. "Do you have something in particular in mind?"
"Let's do a blind taste test! You get some things and let me taste them with my tongue, and I'll see if I can figure out what sort of thing you've got me tasting."
Leo laughed with her and said he would. He got up, naked, and wandered from their bedroom toward the kitchen, a fine view that Clarice appreciated. Clarice pulled back her tongue, which didn't feel right hanging out of her vagina with no purpose any more than her normal tongue enjoyed just sitting sticking out from her mouth. She turned and rummaged through her bedside drawers to find the sleep mask that she occasionally made use of, put it on, and lay there quietly on the bed, relaxing and listening to quiet sounds of Leo in the kitchen.
In fact, it was really relaxing lying there, eyes gently closing in the darkness of her sleeping mask. She listened to her man in the kitchen while she lay there all post-coital and satisfied, smelling their sex and tasting his sperm inside her still. Savoring the taste, she licked her labia with her lower tongue, pulling more bits and pieces of sticky fluids from their hiding cracks. In fact, as she curled her tongue around her cunt, slowly moving from one spot to the next, she felt more aware of her shape and textures there than she ever felt she had before. Fingers were one thing, but the tongue was even more sensitive.
And somehow she was drifting, drifting, drifting away in lazy slow sensation. And then she jumped, jerking awake as she realized that Leo had touched her shoulder. Clarice said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I must be drifting off."
He laughed and said, "I've got your tasting plate made up. But if you're sleepy we don't have to do it."
"No, no," she said, "I'm not too sleepy. I want to see what I can do."
"OK," he said, "here's what I'll do. I'll dip a finger and then hold it to your tongue for you to lick. You tell me what you think it is, and I'll tell you if you are right."
"This is really fun!" She grinned below her mask.
"Now reach out and say ah!"
Figuring he must be holding something up, Clarice pushed her tongue out from her cunt and reached toward Leo, toward the sound of his voice at least. Soon she felt his finger touching her tongue. As she wrapped her tongue around the wet surface of the finger she tasted a familiar citrus there. "Orange juice?"
"You got it!" Leo said, then, "Give me a minute to clean my finger and I'll try the next."
While he did that, Clarice pulled her tongue back inside her cunt and rubbed it around to try to get the flavor off. She felt her lubrication rising, almost like spit would clean her mouth, and felt it drooling out. Could she swallow? She tried to flex like that and felt nothing but a kegel going on. No swallowing then, she guessed. And that probably meant that her cunt was not a mouth as well, just a host for this purely unexpected tongue.
"I've got the next!" said Leo, and Clarice reached out, wrapping her tongue around to where she'd reached before and finding once again his finger there. It wasn't, she realized, like she was groping, but that she was guided almost by a smell.
Before she even touched his finger she knew what she would find and laughed. Licking it to confirm she cried out "Beer!"
He laughed as well and said, "I knew you'd get it."
"Next one! Next one!" She pulled back in and wiped her tongue inside her cunt again, feeling like she was at the wierdest wine tasting in the world. Back and forth like that they went, to peanut butter, then hot sauce, pickles, and finally black pepper. The blindfold clearly didn't matter, Clarice could tell them instantly, and sometimes even before she tasted just from the smell her tongue was also apparently able to pick up.
After the last taste test was finished, Clarice popped her blindfold off and sat up, grabbing Leo in a cheerful hug to say, "Hey, lover, that was fun and silly. I'd like to thank you for that game." Her big loose breasts pressed into him with the hug.
Leo was grinning also as he got his plate off to the side, avoiding messing up their bed. "Hey, babe?" he said, "This tongue thing sure is weird, but as long as we're having fun together with it, I think that it will be OK."
"I hope so," Clarice said, and held him tighter. Then she leaned away from him again and looked direct into his eyes. "Hey, are you OK? Are we OK?"
"I think so. I mean, frankly, I'm still in shock, I think. I mean, you just suddenly grew a tongue from your vagina, right? And it's all long and flexible and licks me good. That just doesn't ever happen, right? But unless we're dreaming or hopped up on some weird drug that we don't know, I guess it's happening, and so far feeling good, I guess." He shrugged.
"I know," she said, "and it's even weirder when you're the one whose body has turned all freaky mutant for whatever reason. I guess I'm glad it started when we were already feeling good and fucking, because I think that starting with some orgasms really helped to break the ice. But I also think that maybe I should call my gynocologist tomorrow and see if she knows what is up."
"I think that that sounds sensible."
"Hey, Leo? I'm really glad you're here with me when this is happening." He tried to shrug her off. "No, seriously, having you here to play and laugh with me is helping lots. If I was dealing with this alone, I'm sure I'd think that I was just hallucinating, and if you were being a jerk about it or running away in fear or something, then that would be a horrible nasty thing as well."
"No big," he said, and did that downward looking thing he did when he was feeling self-effacing.
"Come on back," said Clarice, and pulled him in toward her again. As he leaned over she said to him, "I'll bet you're tired just like me. Let's put the stuff away and go to bed." He lay there sinking softly down against her pillowy breasts, and Clarice could feel him letting go his tension and his energy. One sudden snore-snort and he jerked awake again, got up and put the plate aside, then came back into bed with her.
Together they snugged up on the bed, arms wrapped around each other at the start, then Clarice turning so she could be the little spoon, pushing her pillowy ass back neatly into Leo's hairy crotch and feeling his floppy cock down by her thighs. Her legs were lying one atop the other, relaxing, closing her cunt up for the night, even as he petted her a bit and both Clarice and Leo drifted off to sleep.
Clarice woke slowly on her back, eyes opening and closing in the growing light and hearing the sound of Leo puttering around out in the kitchen. As she swam up to consciousness, she thought about last night and wondered if the memories that she recalled were real, or if she was just remembering a very vivid and strange dream. A tongue protruding from her cunt just seemed to be such an unreal possibility.
But she thought to herself, one simple way to know for sure. First, she flipped her sheets aside and propped her head up on a pillow so that she could better look down her body toward her crotch. Then, focusing her thoughts, she flexed down deep inside of her vagina and felt the tongue start to move down toward its exit. As it came out, she raised it up, sliding it right along the surface of her mons up towards her stomach. The smell of the sex they'd had last night intensified as her nose was joined by her vaginal tongue, and she tasted it as well as she licked on up through her dark blonde pubic hair. And she saw it, saw the thing she felt, her tongue protruding up above her pubic hair, moving in her vision just like she felt herself moving it.
Well then, she thought, I guess it's real. Fuck knows what I should do about it. She touched it with one hand as well. Then she let go and pulled her tongue back in, feeling it slurp back up into her body, and rose to head to brush her teeth and shower.
As she brushed her teeth, Clarice began to wonder if she now needed to do some sort of oral care for her vagina as well. There was a tongue there after all. But it wasn't like she brushed her normal tongue, and there damned well weren't any teeth in her vagina. There'd better not be any teeth in her vagina! Vagina dentata would not be cool at all. Momentarily spooked, Clarice paused her brushing and focused down to move her lower tongue around, feeling all around the inside surfaces of her vagina. The sensation was curious indeed, as she stretched her cunt around one way and another from the probing of her tongue inside. No sharp or hard bits though, just the usual wet and muscular surface.
Feeling foolish, she relaxed again and finished her teeth and took her shower. In there, it felt no different when she cleaned around her vagina, and she definitely did not bring her tongue out for a washing. No taste of soap for her, she thought. And besides, it wasn't like she'd normally think it was a good idea to put soap inside of her vagina. She shuddered at the thought of messing with herself that way.
Dried and dressed and in the kitchen she kissed Leo a hello and thanked him for the breakfast he was putting on the table. He kissed her back and grinned a warm and loving smile at her, then put his finger up and said "One moment!"
Bowls safely out of his hands and on the table, Leo put his hands down on her hips and drew her up against him. "Did I dream last night," he said, "or did you really get to fuck me in all sorts of wonderful and crazy new ways?"
Clarice responded happily to his embrace, putting her own hands on his neck and leaning back so she could look him up and down. "I thought the same thing too myself. But yeah, your girlfriends standing in your grasp with a naughty dirty tongue hiding up inside her cunt, just ready to lick your cock and balls for breakfast."
He laughed and moved his hands from waist to ass, pulling her harder as he grinned a crazy sexy grin at her. She pulled one hand down the buttons of his shirt and gave his balls and cock a teasing fondle through the fabric of his pants. "But now," she said, "I think we'd better get some breakfast and head to work."
They split and sat and ate their yogurt and granola, tea for her and juice for Leo, still feeling that morning-after buzz as they chatted about inconsequential things and readied themselves to split and face the day. Before they left for work, however, Clarice told Leo, "I'd like to spend more time in bed tonight. This whole tongue thing is really new and fun, and I'd like to play with you and it again tonight."
"Don't have to ask me twice," said Leo, "I'm always down to fuck with you. And yeah, I'm up for playing with your tongue as well. How about a contest? The one who has the best idea for something fun and new to do..." he trailed off, not seeming to have thought of what he'd want to have the prize for winning be.
"Gets to do it? I'd like a prize like that I think." They laughed together and they split to go their separate ways.
At work, Clarice daydreamed a bit. She usually wasn't too badly busy anyway, just handling routine interactions with the patients checking in and out, collecting insurance information and making appointments and so on and so forth. But today there were several times a person had to call to her twice to get her attention, as she got lost in thoughts of Leo and her well-fucked cunt. Beside the sexy daydreams, though, she barely even felt her tongue or paid attention to it on the job. Closed up and far from sex, it simply wasn't something bugging her, and even its existence faded into the background, just like her tampons did when she was on her period.
That thought, however, freaked her out, and Clarice spent several minutes wondering if she would have nasty bloody tastes to deal with monthly when she bled. She'd have to find out, but she hoped her sensitivity would be less, or something so she wouldn't spend several days gagging from the fluids dripping down inside of her.
Despite that grim unsexy train of thought, however, Clarice had mostly a good day that day, and was in an upbeat mood as she came home to Leo. He had gotten home before her as he usually did, having a shorter distance to go to make it home. The smell of pizza greeted her as she stepped inside. She figured that Leo must be feeling good as well, and must have decided to keep their meal as short as possible to leave more time for sex.
Her guess was soon confirmed when Leo turned to her and said, "Good day? You look real fine and hot." She knew that she looked fine but wasn't "hot" when she was dressing office boring. Clarice also knew, however, that horny Leo wouldn't care if she was wearing burlap sacks.
"I like your choice of simple dinner. I need an appetizer first, however." Clarice sank to her knees in front of Leo. She deftly popped his trousers down, along with his boxers, to liberate his hardening cock. Pulsing as it rose, she saw and smelled her favorite dish and rubbed his balls with scritching fingers, pulling a swelling drop of pre-cum to pearl and perch upon his tip. Delighted as always at her find, she licked the pre-cum off his tip, then popped his cock into her mouth and sucked its lovely shape and taste with all her basic lust for giving oral pleasure.
Leo groaned above her as she worked, and Clarice felt gratified, loving the power that she felt over her man as she savored his delightful cock, licking and sucking in and out, fondling his balls as well until she felt them tense and pulse and took his spurting semen in her mouth, swishing it around and swallowing. Leo wobbled up above her, moaning and making little worshipful noises, saying her name and calling her lover, goddess, sexy, perfect. She kept going as long as he was pulsing, making sure to gather every bit of dripping cum.
"Get those clothes off, I need to pay you back," he said, and she unbuttoned her top. His hands went through the opening buttons to her sides, and he began to stroke her as she continued to strip her shirt and began to sway beneath his touch. Her bra came next, loosing her breasts to hang heavy down her front, where Leo picked them up, massaging her big hard nipples just like she was wanting him to. Unbutton her pants, drop them off her big round hips, then dammit, socks, she had to bend to sort those out, and Leo moved his stroking to her back while she ungracefully freed her feet. Clarice rose up again, and now she stood before him with nothing but her panties on and Leo pulled his hands down at the side, drawing them gently and worshipfully down, sinking to his knees to kiss her hairy mons as he drew her panties to her feet.
"Bed?" Clarise asked, and Leo nodded. The two of them relocated and Clarice lay on her back with her knees spread, exposing her open cunt up to his touch. Leo reached down and stroked from chest to belly, then drew his fingers through her pubic hair and spread her legs out wide and flat. Clarice was soaking, waiting for his oral gifts, and Leo kissed her on the cunt first once, then twice, then brought his tongue out and licked slowly all the way up from the base of her vagina to her clitoris. Diving in, he licked and probed, moving left and right, up and down, always coming back to stimulate her clitoris again, again, again. His hands held firmly on her thighs and Clarice let go, just melting bonelessly against the bed, not even trying to do anything back, just feeling and appreciating as she received his loving stroking oral touch. As Leo worked her up and up, she felt her body tensing now, his focusing attention on her clit sending spikes of near unbearable pleasure out along her body with each firm, well-placed stroking with his tongue. She locked her muscles up as pleasure took her breath away, unable to even make a sound, pinioned on that smashing touch of tongue and spasming, clenching and shaking all across her body, hands grabbing at the bedding.
She rode the pleasure for as many endless seconds as she could, riding on the edge until the sensitivity became too much for her and she had to call it off, pulled back and rolled over to draw her unbearable cunt away. He followed her and lay a cooling hand down on her back, now slowly giving her massage as she worked her way back down and into some sort of sensible state of mind.
"You know," he said in a light and playful tone, "I thought the evening was supposed to be about your tongue, but so far all we've managed is oral sex."
"What do you mean it's not about my tongue?" she playfully asked back, turning her face to look at him. "My tongue was all over your cock, and then my lover's tongue was all up in my cunt. That's two of three at least. My cunt tongue can have its turn as well. I just need a bit to catch my breath, I think."
Leo laughed and leaned down in, letting his weight come onto her back as he continued his massage, pushing her firmly against the bed. Between her lovely orgasm and his soothing touch, Clarice began to drift. Her second round ambitions were forgotten as she nodded off softly where she lay.
Clarice woke fuzzily to the grumbling of her stomach and a smell of sex and pizza. At first she didn't know where or when she was, but then remembered she had just been fucking Leo and she must have drifted off post-coitally. Her well licked cunt was sticky and she thought it must have been not long, but she didn't know just when it was at night.
Rolling over, she listened for Leo and heard faint music coming from the kitchen, where she figured he must be having his dinner without her. She felt a bit resentful that he hadn't waited for her, but also at the same time grateful that he hadn't tried to wake her. A wash in the end, she supposed, and decided that she should forgive this minor offense, since after all there was no way that Leo would know how long she would likely be asleep. Finding her bedside clock, she saw it wasn't all that late. She'd probably only been dozing for about an hour or so.
But yeah, now hungry, and also sticky and still horny too. And her cunt was not yet fucked, for all that she enjoyed her lover going down on her, and Clarice would really like to end the night with semen oozing from her cunt. But pizza first, she thought.
Clarice got up and hunted for her clothes, put on her bra (those breasts were happier with support), but didn't bother dressing otherwise. She wandered out and found that Leo too was not much dressed. His hair was mussed from her grasping hands as he'd gone down on her, and he was wearing just his boxer shorts as he stood by the counter with the pizza box. One crust was on his plate, and he grinned mischievously at her as he raised a second in salute. She smiled back, unable to actually be mad at him, and let her own appreciative gaze settle on his curly chest hair and its narrowing trail down to his shorts. She felt her own pubes in between her thighs, and thought about how she'd love to grind against her lover's leg.
"Hey lover," she said, and leaned in for a peck against his cheek. Leo wrapped his hand around her waist and drew her close against his side. She drew a hand down the center of his chest, then stepped aside and grabbed her own slice up, disdaining to bother with a plate. She'd eat his discarded crust as well, of course.
They ate companionably together, a little chat about their days, but sexual feelings clearly sitting there between them too. Not tension, really, given that they had just fucked, but anticipation rather, of the time when they would once again be fucking. This pizza was just intermission, and Clarice could tell that Leo felt the same as her by the way his eyes were lingering on her curves.
Three slices down, she felt she'd had enough. Leo had already stopped after slowly working through his second, leaving another abandoned crust behind for Clarice, and had carefully cleaned his fingers off with a paper towel, now folded on his plate. Clarice, in contrast, began to lick her greasy fingers. And then she had a wicked thought and dropped her half licked fingers to her groin.
Holding her hand in front of her, she let her vaginal muscles relax and felt her lower tongue extending out. The smell of pizza was delectable as her second sense of smell kicked in, and she barely had to think to guide her tongue to wrap around her hand, stroking and licking each savory scrap of sauce and grease. She wasn't watching it herself, just lapping up the feeling.
Instead, she focused on Leo, who was looking at her show with lust and fascination. Even as she watched, she could see him getting hard, and when his cock began to poke a little through the opening in his shorts, she siezed the opportunity and moved in, letting go of her fingers and moving her cunt tongue to his cock, grabbing his hips with her hands to pull him closer to her.
Clarice could taste his semen as she licked the tip of his cock, smell his musky manly smell, and taste the precum pooling as he vocalized his happiness. She widened her stance a bit to give her tongue more space and felt it slipping farther out. She licked her way around his cock, moving gradually in and out. Meanwhile, she moved her hands up high and back to hold him close and brought her mouth and Leo's together in an echo of her lower kiss. Tongues wrestled up above as she held on tight below, pulling and tugging and slicking his cock up with the vaginal fluids carried on her lower tongue.
Then she pushed him gently down on to the floor and rode him, lowering her cunt to meet his rising cock, as she pulled it gently from his shorts, impossible to miss her target as she guided cock and cunt together with her stretching tongue. Her soaking labia pressed gently on his cotton shorts and she felt proud at just how wet she was, feminine and powerful and just too much for any man to handle.
Clarice's tongue had let go of Leo's cock by now, as it retreated ever deeper back inside, but he was filling up her cunt so well. She rolled and ground her cunt down hard against his cock, feeling him surging up beneath her in response. Deep pressure on her cunt was working up her lust, clenching against him as she pushed, needing him deeper and deeper, deep as he could go to scratch her heating moaning itch. Her thighs were thunderous and powerful, her goddess self was welling up within her, rising a little higher every time she rocked his cock against her clit. Her breasts were happy strapped inside their bra, rubbing nipples stiffly against its solid tightness. Her cunt was soaking wet with lust and need and fuck, and now it crashed upon her as she groaned and cried in ecstacy, feeling the urgency of Leo too, feeling him start to buck and fill her with his sperm.
She rode him for as long as she could take it, coming up to a second peak of pleasure before she let him go, his softening cock slipping messily from her streaming cunt. And then she felt she had to mark her man and moved on up, rubbing her messy cunt against his belly and his chest, then letting her tongue come out and lick him too, flicking his tiny nipples with its tip, bringing out globs of mingled fluids to smear around his chest hair as she reveled in her post-orgasmic glow. He lay beneath her breathing hard, still coming down himself as she could see, and made neither encouragement nor complaint as she continued to play her messy games.
Eventually, Clarice moved again, this time leaning back and bracing herself on her arms as she raised her cunt up toward his face. This time she licked his face, her cunt-tongue starting down beneath his chin and licking up along his stubble to his lips. He spread them wide and then they kissed again, his tongue now wrestling her other tongue as her cunt pressed on his mouth. Leo's breath came from his nose in hard sharp bursts and tickled her. She gave a few more lustful tangling tugs between their tongues, then pulled her tongue and cunt both back and rolled away, pulling off to one side of Leo on her hands and knees.
He reached out shakily toward her cunt, manhandling her ass, then letting his fingers slide along her hairy lips, appreciating her labia and the line of her vagina in an affectionate caress. She rocked back toward him, pressing towards his hand to let him know she liked it, and neither one of them seemed at all inclined to speak.
Instead, they sat there, Clarice rocked backward on her hands and knees, eyes closed and cunt tongue out there once again, playing with Leo's fingers at her cunt as he toyed with her pubes and lips and tongue in turn. She was breathing hard and loving it, just letting this moment stretch and stretch, and he seemed limp beside her as his body went refractory.
Eventually, though, they moved again, Leo going limp and Clarice then turning to give a hand. She pulled him off the floor up to a sitting posture and they kissed again, postcoital and slow and savoring their lovers' tastes. And then he stood and drew her up, and it was over for the night. Exhausted and oh so satisfied, Clarice and Leo packed themselves in bed, teeth brushed then snugged up naked tight together, Clarice the big spoon from behind, her hand draped over Leo's cock, their pizza leftovers left to sit congealing on the counter overnight.
Clarice woke holding Leo, sour morning breath pooling between her face and his shoulder blades. His scent was happily there as well, and she inhaled it gratefully, ignoring the other as she felt her solid man beneath her gripping hand and arm.
As he stirred gently back against her, she appreciated the feel of his nice tight manly butt against her thighs. Playfully growling just a little, Clarice kissed between his shoulders as she tightened her grip upon her man. Below, she smelled his musky groin. Smelled it with her lower tongue, which as she flexed in her appreciation was drifting out and towards his ass.
Clarice let go and let it guide itself by instinct, holding Leo tight up top and letting his tasty, tasty smell drift in to make her cunt begin to drool. Well, moisten. But drooling didn't feel far off, and her lovely careful tongue was licking up along her lover's buttocks, first one side and then the other, from the fold where they joined into the leg, up along the curve until it slackened as she started to approach his waist. His breathing deepened and he squirmed beneath her slow and stroking tongue, leaning back into its movements.
A few more rounds of that, and Clarice was ready to dig in deeper. Relaxing her pelvic floor yet further, she reached her lower tongue out in between his legs, pushing them gently apart until she reached his balls. Then back along Leo's taint to nearly reach his ass, though not on up to it, not before he cleaned himself. His breath was harder now and he leaned forward, moving to flatten himself upon his stomach. Clarice held on and pulled him gently back, holding him to stay up on his side, even as Leo squirmed and wriggled in her grasp. Her tongue was reaching out again, back from balls through taint, repeating and repeating in that groove of sensitivity and musk.
"May I?" she asked, and he breathed "Yes," so Clarice reached over and up and to the box of feminine wipes she kept above her bed. In this case, though, as she drew back she used them not on herself but on her lover's ass, cleaning him carefully with several wipes before she threw them on the floor beside their bed.
Clarice could feel Leo's tense anticipation as she finished her preparation on his ass, a nervous but positive sort of feeling. He wasn't really all that comfortable just yet with any sort of ass-play, but he'd found the feelings quite enticing. So they were only just exploring slowly, a probing finger here or there when he could let himself be calm enough to just explore his pleasure and forget his judgment of himself. Clarice did not have all that much an interest in it for herself, but what her lover wanted was worth playing with, she thought.
This morning, though, she found to her surprise that she was wanting to explore his ass as much as he was wanting her to do it. Perhaps her tongue was changing her perceptions here, but once she'd cleaned him up, she found herself quite happily bumping up her crotch against him once again and this time sending her tongue from balls to taint to all the way up until she touched his anus. Rubbing it slowly up and down the crack between his cheeks, Clarice was still not all that happy with the smell, even of a well-cleaned ass, but found the texture much more interesting to her. And Leo's gasps and whimpers were of course most lovely for her to appreciate. Her breasts were pressed tight to his back and now she slipped her hand down to his cock and felt him hard beneath her fingers as her cunt tongue probed his ass. His whines were coming plaintive and continuous now, and Leo ground hard back against her, unable to stay still beneath her touch, beginning to moan as he let loose and splattered semen up against their sheets.
She held him and she pushed her cunt tongue firmly down, flicking firmly up against that tight-closed ring of muscle at his rear. Leo grew quickly vocal, and then just as quickly stopped again, his breathing hard and long as he cooled down within her grasp, slowly starting to go limp but still at least half turgid in her hand. Clarice's lower tongue was back inside her own vagina now, and she breathed slowly too, turned on like anything but not yet willing to detach from Leo to address her own desire for orgasm.
Then her alarm went off, and Clarice began to softly curse, complaining to the world that there was work that needed to come between her and another round of sex. Leo was moaning gently too, clearly unhappy about the need to leave their lovely bundled nest.
"Five minutes," said Clarice, "we can spare five minutes." Then she hit the snooze and pulled at Leo as she lay back, then slipped her hand down and started frantically agitating at her clit. Leo came over with her as she pulled, then dipped his hand down to his crotch, gathering on his finger some of the semen that was dripping from his cock. Wordlessly, he brought it up to her nose for her to smell, then brushed it on her lips. She hummed with lust at him, enjoying the smell and then the taste, licking his fingers and taking them into her mouth to suck them. Her legs were tensing as she masturbated furiously, trying her damnedest to get off before her time was up. Leo kissed her hair and nibbled at her ear, then brought that sticky hand down from her mouth to tweak a nipple, and finally expanded his grip across a big thick meaty handful of breast, firm pressure moving back and forth, her rock-hard nipple dragging delightfully against his palm, stimulating every nubbly lump of its engorged arousal. She gasped and made a little cry, convulsing slightly as she made it to release, just as the goddamned alarm clock started up again.
Clarice was laughing, even as she cursed. And feeling better too, with even a smallish orgasm letting her take the edge off her arousal and get on with her morning. Now less on edge, she got up with more ease and reached a hand to Leo, mock-gallantly helping him up as well, to join her in the shower, soap each others' backs and grope a little bit, then dress, clean up the pizza as their breakfast and head out into their days of work. It was Friday, and Clarice was looking forward to another passionate session of lovemaking when they came home that night.