"Uh oh... you're not going to get bored with me now that we're not a secret, are you?" I asked, flicking my tongue across her nips playfully.
"Oh yes, I'm sure I'll get tired of all the orgasms," she giggled. "I can't see us lasting more than fifty years or so."
"Fifty years? Jeez... I'll be the spokesman for Viagra by then, if you don't kill me before we get there!" I gasped.
"Well, I'll take it easy on you... at least until I'm on your life insurance policy," she laughed. "You don't need to make me cum ten times today. Five should do for now."
I'm sure if Ed could see us now... bantering back and forth playfully, so obviously happy and totally compatible, despite the age difference... he'd completely understand why he didn't need to worry about us. Or, he'd have a stroke... because I was sucking his little girl's big tits, and working her yoga pants off over her hips, so I could suck on something even more delicious. Maybe it's a good thing he can't see us now, after all.
The yoga pants slid off easily, and so did her matching thong. I settled between her thighs, and picked up where I left off. She was quite wet, with a sheen of juices across her swollen labia, and smelled wonderful, as usual. I inhaled her scent deeply, and looked up her body. She was holding her breath, eyes closed, anticipating the touch of my tongue as she toyed with her tall nipples. I made her wait just a little longer, and her hips began to undulate impatiently.
"Oh please, baby... don't tease me!" she gasped. "Just do it already! Lick my pussy! You're killing me!"
Well, we can't have that, can we?
I pointed my tongue, and speared her juicy opening with it, wiggling as deep into her moist crevice as I could reach. She groaned... a long, drawn out sigh of relief and pleasure, that told me I had hit the spot.
Usually, we would be dealing with some sort of time restriction while we were together in my bed. She always had to get back home before her extended absence brought up questions we didn't want to answer. Today was different. Ed and Angela were now in the loop, and knew where she was, and what we were up to. It brought a level of relaxation that we'd only known away from here.
With that feeling in mind, I decided to take my time. Christie was going to remember this one.
From my place between her outstretched thighs, I licked her gently, pausing occasionally to take in the sensuous vista that was her naked body. If I had been allowed to design my own perfect woman, I could hardly have done better than nature had already achieved with Christie. My proposal had been accepted, so I could look forward to having this luscious creature in my bed for the rest of my life, but that didn't diminish my reverence for her.
My hands ran up and down her strong, lean legs, caressing the smooth, thinly veiled muscle of her firm thighs and shapely calves. She moaned softly, enjoying my touch. Her legs wrapped me in a snug embrace, trapping me where she wanted my attention to be focused. I plunged my tongue into her depths again.
I just love eating pussy. In general, I always have, from the first tasty twat I experienced as an eighteen year old. That woman had been three years my elder, and more experienced than my virgin self. She had taken my cherry, and suggested that I taste her juicy snatch, beginning a lifelong love affair with women and their delicious vaginas. Several women expressed their enjoyment of my talented tongue, until it's wandering days were retired by my ex-wife, who was the sole beneficiary of my oral attention for twenty-six years. I didn't mind the restricted menu, as her pussy had been quite wet, receptive, and succulent... at least, until she started allowing others to sample it as well. That decision by her had led me to where I now was.
I wouldn't mind spending my next twenty-six years camped between Christie's legs. The fact that she seemed to be as fond of my attention as I was of her sweet, syrupy secretions only made that prospect more pleasant to consider.
Speaking of sweet secretions... she was oozing deliciousness right now, as I continued to lovingly bathe her feminine folds with a barrage of licks, kisses and gentle sucks. She rubbed her feet across my back, and held my head in place with both hands, moaning happily. Her cunt grew wetter by the second, and I kept slurping away with equal enjoyment, listening to her vocalizations as they became louder and more eloquent.
"Mmmmm yes, honey... that's so nice. I just love the way you eat me, baby. So gentle... so loving... so good... oh yes, so good," she whispered. My tongue twirled around her clit, causing a gasp from Christie. "Oh shit! Yes baby! You know how I love that, don't you? Suck my clit, baby! Set me on fire!"
She was right ; I did know how much she loved getting her clit sucked, licked and nibbled. I knew all her triggers, including one she was a little embarrassed about. One she liked a little more than she would admit. I was in the neighbourhood now, so why not pay it a visit?
My tongue trailed down, away from her clit, across the soaking, slippery folds of her pouting, engorged labia, moving slowly ever closer. I paused for a moment at the lower edge of her vestibule, collecting a few drops of honey that were there, before continuing. I cleaned her perineum of excess dew, listening to her moans change in pitch again. She took a few sharp breaths, and her grip on my head tightened.
Now, what was that address, again? Ah, here it is.
The tip of my tongue swiped across her tight, pink butt hole. I'm sure the dogs heard her clearly, as her pitch elevated rapidly into a shrill squeal of bliss. Another pass over the pretty little starfish elicited a similar reaction. I kept flicking her with my tongue, while she tilted her hips upward, making it easier for me to reach the target.
"Oooooooooo, I'm such a dirty girl!" she gasped. "I can't help it! I love it when you lick my ass!"
That's okay, honey. I feel the same way when you do it to me, too.
I would have said it, but I was busy burrowing into her puckered sphincter with my tongue. She probably wouldn't have heard me anyway, as she was squealing again. Her hips were bucking against my face, trying to force my tongue into the opening that now glistened with saliva and excess pussy juice, which was flowing freely from above.
Since my goal here was to prolong her agony... I mean pleasure... I moved back up, passing through her dripping cleft again on the way to her primary target. Several quick passes over and around her clit kept the flames building. While I was up here, I could look up her body. I always liked this view.
Christie's stomach was clenching, and her chest was heaving with her ragged breathing. She had her head tilted back, the tension of her building pleasure clear in the tight muscles of her elegant neck. I watched her big, beautiful breasts quiver and roll across her chest as she desperately tried to reach her zenith... but I had other ideas.
Back down, to the rear entrance, my tongue trailed along the path again. Her pussy was awash in her fragrant lubricant, and she shrieked when I once more found her tangy asshole. The little sphincter was trying to grab my tongue, puckering and relaxing over and over. My fingertip had barely joined the party, pressing slightly into her ass, when she screeched blissfully, and came.
I thought I'd seen it all. I had seen her pussy bubble freely all over the seat in the SUV, on our expedition back to her school after Christmas. She had gushed on me several times, leaving me to slurp up her ambrosia happily, but this was new, and mostly caused by teasing her ass.
Her entire body seemed to tense up all at once, and her face turned purple with the exertion, as she blasted me right in the face. It wasn't really like the sprinkler jobs you see in porn movies. More of a single, inundating spurt of hot honey, that splashed off my cheeks to drip down her trembling thighs. She groaned deeply throughout, then melted into the bed, gasping for air. Her legs were limp, still wrapped around my shoulders, and her hands had released their death grip on my hair, falling away softly.
I wiped the spray from my eyes, licking my fingers hungrily. She was full of surprises, that's for sure. Resting my chin on her pubic bone, I watched her slowly recover, until her breathing was almost normal. Her nipples looked about ready to pop, nearly as purple as her face had been, and puckered tightly into tall spires that redefined the term 'pencil erasers'.
"What..." she giggled, "... did you do... to me? Promise you'll... never stop."
"I promise," I smiled, easing up her body. My cock was on autopilot, and found the gaping hole that her pouty pussy had become. It slid in easily, causing a squelch of fluids to leak out.
"Oh god... I don't know if I can handle another one of those orgasms right now," she breathed, her body still like jello under mine. "You nearly fucking killed me... and now you want to fuck me more?"
