The Tongue Ch. 01

It was then that she noticed there was no sack, no testes at the base of his cock. There did not seem to be any sign of them having ever been there. She didn't say anything, but went back to studying the most singular of cocks she had ever viewed. Its head was more angular and wedge shaped than her husbands mushroom like tip. And there seemed to be no bottom edge to the tip of the cock, it was seamless. Curiosity piqued, she was only given a moment to study it before he knelt, and the cock suddenly loomed directly over her face.

David's hand bent the cock downward as he leaned over her body, his lips kissing her belly and his hot breath petting her skin. Just out of reach his penis remained pointed. Michelle's lips smacked hungrily at the sight.

"Please," she whispered, asking for his cock. He obliged, tilting the member farther downward until it was within reach of her full red lips. Hungrily she raised her head from the ground and tilted her head back, until the member was perfectly poised to strike into her mouth. Her hand replaced his at the base and she felt his hips rear back as she maintained its angle. God, she needed to taste it.

The strong masculine hands at the side of her head held her still when suddenly the cock plunged forward, driving the first five inches of the cock into her throat before her gag reflex could even respond. The sudden filling of her mouth with delicious cock caught her off guard and she sputtered in surprise. But David quickly picked up a rapid rabbit fuck in her mouth and more of his cock spilled in after that first portion.

She moaned and groaned as the cock slid further and further into her throat. Soon she felt as if her neck would burst with the pressure of the trapped air and the wide penetration of his cock. And just as if she felt she were drowning on his cock, it retreated from her throat, allowing her to suck in the warm outside air. But the momentary appeasement was temporary and soon the cock was thrusting deep into her throat.

Michelle was surprised how delicious the cock was- it tasted nothing like the few that she had sampled in her life. It was sweet- none of the saltiness of sweat or sex came from its body. Only the sweet nectar flavor of a strawberry freshly plucked.

"Mmmmm," she emitted her approval of his taste in her stuffed mouth. The quick thrust of his hips allowed her to breathe, but to never escape the wonderful filling of the penis penetrating her mouth. Over and over again, he would plunge the dick into her throat. She wondered if their was any limit to the amount of her tight throat he could take. She was not accustomed to the deep throating action, but her whole body welled up with new found sexual experimentalism. Her cheeks sucked inward as she tried to slurp on his shaft as it pummeled her throat.

Nursing on the cock as if it were a source of life giving fluid, she drove the designer wild. She heard him mutter something and then suddenly she felt the cock begin to have strange pulse of its own. Swiftly, it retreated from her mouth.

With it still open and her tongue hungrily searching for the missing rod, thick ropes of David's cum began to pour from the shaft of the cock, spraying her down in the sticky fluid. Michelle's hands went to the sides of her face and began to hastily grab globs of the thick cream and feed it into her mouth.

The young man's spray was a solid flow and it did not seem to abate. It felt as if the jizz had flooded her face, her hair, her mouth and was spilling down her neck. Michelle willingly drowned herself in it, her soaked hands spreading the fluid across her full breasts, tweaking her nipples and squeezing the large globes of flesh.

David helpfully aimed the cock at her torso and the fire hose of a member sprayed her body down in a slowly receding torrent. By the time his cock dripped the last few drops of his fluid, Michelle was writhing in a white puddle of semen, her whole body afire.

She did not realize that her partner was on the move once more, until the tongue reached out and touched her knees again. As before it swirled around the kneecap forming a tight coil. Once it had completed its task on one leg, it shifted to another. Soon, Michelle's legs were held up in the air, by the ever expanding tongue. She felt as if she were a baby about to get its bottom wiped. But the tongue had other things in mind.

It would keep the same tight embrace around both of her legs as it grew and grew and grew. Soon her knees were caught about four feet up on the length of the tongue and the remaining three feet were slipping between her thighs.

"Finally, yes," she grinned as she tried to massage the thick ropey cum into her tits.

The long oral muscle would gently slide between her thighs until it reached the apex of her womanhood. Very carefully it outlined her labia, so as to not touch the actual red flower of her most sensitive lips. She was shivering in the hot midday sun, her whole body anticipating the pleasure that it would bring.

The strange, surreal appearance of a tongue wound around her thighs and legs and gently teasing her sex, made her wonder if perhaps she was dreaming. But when it finally did slip between the ripe fullness of her lips she knew that the ecstasy she experienced was real.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" she cried. "Fucking lick me!"

The long eager, hungry tongue delved deeper into her twat, worming its way farther and farther up her tight canal. She was sure that at least six inches of the strange oral appendage were wriggling within her pussy and drinking up all her sex had to offer. Her nervous system, so overwhelmed by the stimulation it received, demanded that her body move away. But the tight noose of the tongue around her knees and thighs rejected such a call, and she found herself pinned on his predatory oral muscle.

So she bucked as if she were being ridden by some long cock, and not a thick flexible piece of a stranger's mouth. Michelle had never experienced such nirvana before- the tongue was twisting and bending and folding within her in ways she had never imagined. It was like the greatest toy, given all the features and benefits of living flesh.

The cum across her body was slowly baking onto her skin like some sort of facial treatment, and the burning heat from inside her made her want to be sprayed down once more. Her weak feeling arms reached and stretched for the young man's enormous cock, wishing to bring him to ejaculate over her once more.

But the length of the tongue kept her body at bay, and the erect dick just arched proudly skyward, ignorant of her need.

With a few more twists and pirouettes of the tongue at the entrance to her cervix, Michelle knew that she would cum once more. She could feel the sensitive area against the front wall of her twat burning with each momentary contact or pulse of life. Her G-spot orgasm underneath the attentiveness of the inhuman tongue would be her first.

Once more her voice cried out to the heavens, exalting in the sexual release that had so long been denied by her normal husband. Now some strange creature had come to release her from that need.

The tongue within, drank up her orgasm's release, lapping at her inner walls as if there was nothing abnormal about it. When it had satisfied its taste, the tongue slowly slipped from her drenched cunt and slid back up her thighs and knees and into David's mouth.

A sloppy grin on his face, he wiped the remnants of his oral adventure on his sleeve and turned away from her.

An exhausted Michelle, still entirely naked on her rear patio, gasped after him, "When will I see you again?"

"We have an appointment on Friday, remember," he coolly replied.

-- To Be Continued --