Tongue Pt 04

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.