Chapter Two - Busy In the Basement
When someone tells you to stay out of their basement you expect to see some pretty bizarre stuff when you get down there. Looking around Mrs. Eggleston's basement, I didn't really see what I expected. No chains, no dead bodies, no heaps of teddy bears or stacks of gold bricks.
Candy and I found ourselves in a large furnished living room with plush carpeting, soft leather couches, and an enormous plasma screen TV dominating one corner.
"Niiiiiice," Candy murmured as she surveyed the room. She turned to me, a wicked smile growing on her lips. "Well, big boy, it looks like we're all alone and we've got some great accommodations. You wouldn't leave a woman in this state, would you?"
She backed against the leather sofa and sat down, leaning back on the soft cushions that made that rubber balloon noise. She tilted her hips upwards and spread her legs, pointing the wet middle of her bikini bottom at my face. My heart began to hammer urgently.
Drawn like a hapless puppet I crawled to the sofa, merging my face slowly with her soft left thigh. I reached out with my tongue, tantalizingly flicking the sensitive flesh between her knees. I deliberately licked her thigh, making sure to move higher with each lick, yet always maintaining the same slow, steady pace. I wanted her to predict how long it would take to get my tongue to her pussy, to drive her wild with the thought that it was definitely coming, albeit excruciatingly slowly.
Candy whimpered and twisted her hips and thighs with anxious desire. Her small hands fumbled at her hip and then she pulled the bikini bottom away to one side without my lips ever leaving her skin. Her pussy was bared to me now and I gazed at it, so close to my face that I could feel the pulsing warmth of her building need. I was entranced by the soft curly hair all around her swollen pink lips. I wanted to lap up all the clear glistening juices I saw beading from between those delicious-looking lips. I forced myself to hold back and was satisfied to hear her whimper again in delighted frustration.
I licked a little bit higher. Now I could taste her pussy juice mixed with her sweat. Her pussy was very close now. I could feel the first tendrils of wet hair touching my cheek and she shuddered at the connection. Finally, I looked up at her, seeing her enraptured eyes locked on mine as I stretched out my tongue all the way and gently touched the very tip to her clit.
"Ohhhh, God, Donovan!" Candy's head fell back and she closed her eyes. Wetness seeped from her pussy onto my tongue and I tasted her, feeling the juice slide over the tip of my tongue and into my mouth. There was so much juice running from her pussy that her lips practically opened themselves as I pushed my tongue forward. I moved my face upward and felt my tongue jump over the solid little bump of her clit. The result was spectacular. Her thighs twitched violently and her breath oscillated rapidly.
"Yes!" She said excitedly. "Right there!"
Malevolently, I licked all around that hard spot, swirling her silken wet lips over and under my tongue. There was an undercurrent of frustration in her moans and she chased my tongue with her hips, trying to land her heated clitoris on my dancing tongue.
Succumbing to my own boiling desire, I clamped my lips on her clitoris and sucked. She went perfectly still except for the trembling in her thighs. Still sucking, I flicked my tongue over her clit. My sucking drew it further out of its hood of flesh, allowing more surface area of sensitive nerve endings to be stroked by my rapidly flicking tongue.
I felt Candy's fingers in my hair as she locked my face to her pussy and her thighs shook in the storm peaking in her body. She bit her bottom lip and moaned a long incoherent syllable as wave after wave of juice gushed from her pussy and down her ass crack. She took in three quick, sharp breaths as her whole pelvis twitched violently.
