Lick it! you said.

I extended my tongue obediently and began to lap up on a gorgeous ankle. Your eyes close as you sink back into idle bliss, warmed by the pleasure of your love slave who pay's mindless, attention to your elegantly curved legs. I am dutifully kissing and toying a wet trail up your leg to the knee.

Then, shuffling closer I bring my face up to your lap, there I offer you kisses along the top surface of a curving thigh. You look down at me, watching my actions though hooded eyes. You stirr sensually, slowly, moving your hips liquidly, uncrossing your elegant legs.

I hear a rasp of flesh in the silance as those long legs scissored languidly, then fell apart loosly in wanton abandon. I look down as you uncover your thickly fleeced vulva. I look to your inner thigh, my lips submissively following, paying tribute to the graceful contours, wetting the surfaces of the inner thigh as I slowly make my way up to the top.

Soon I am toying avidly at the silky smooth flesh of your inner thigh. And when my devoted tongue finds that sensitive band of flesh, you draw in a sharp, shivering breath and bring your hands down to lay them on the back of my burrowing head. As I toy along the very to of your legs, you let out a rumbling moan. Your head falls back on the pillow, your mane of radiant hair spilling back around you. Your hands grope feebly at my head ensconced between your restless thighs, and fingers twisting my soft brown hair, tightening as you hold me in place. Deliberatly, you guide my lips closer to your needy crotch, forcing me to bend my neck untill my collar-length hair fell forward along my face as it is buried into your superheated crotch. You squirmed, grinding your pubic arch against my helpless mouth and chin, smothering me in the slick folds of your hot, wet cunt. At last you release me, and I, breathing heavily, come up for air. I toss my hair back, and you see my lips and chin glistening, impregnated with you love-dew.

Your hand plays with a lock of my hair, rubbing it between your fingers as you smile down at me, muttering something to soft to hear. In response I bring up my hands to finger the pouting netherlips that wait before me, embeded in a hairy crotch. Experimentally, I pluck at the ragged folds, rubbing the pliant lips between my thumb and forefinger. You tense and hold yourself perfectly still as, with delicate precision, I run my thumbs down along your swollen labia and press open this passion flower, revealing the gleaming inner folds, a salmon-pink blossom that flushes darkly near the center. And now, as I wait, tense with anticipation, I bring my lips closer to your forbidden fruit, summoning up the courage for my first deliberate taste of your warm and moist cunt. I find myself facing a throbbing, vibrant softness, my nostrils flaring with the scent of a thotoughly aroused woman who squirmes impatiently before me. You see a narrow pink tongue peek out and then exten boldly, stiffening, as I lean closer, bringing the tip of my tongue into your fleshy folds.

I sence a delicious shiver run through your long legs at the first thrilling contact, as a helpless moan excapes your lips.

Now, still holding your softness splayed open with my thumbs, I bring my tongue straight up the center, lapping with a single broad stroke and getting a breathy sigh of satisfaction from my pleasure feeling woman. You wonder at what thoughts are going though my head as I first attempt to use my tongue to give you indescribable pleasure. Had I read about this, or seen forbidden films while perhaps kidding around with the guys as we watch a porno actresses perform? But, it doesn't matter, there I am -- a cuntlaper! I had approached my task with some trepidation.

But now found myself thrilled with feelings unknown, immensely pleased at this charitable act of giving such pleasure to another, aroused by the perversity of it all, thrilled at holding a beautiful woman in my power, forcing her to squirm uncontrollably with little flicks of my tongue, forcing you to moan and quiver as excited tingles corse through your body with the repeated stabs of pleasure brought by my pointed tongue. By now your whimpering through tightly pressed lips, your head rolling helplessly from side to side on a cushion. Your long lashes closed, and a dreamy expression on your face.

Soon your making pleading little sounds as your craned back, streches up and backward on the couch, raising your hips, offering still more of your hungry, needy softness to the tender ministrations of your love slave. I sence as the rapture overtakes you, uttering sharp whimpers of delight, twisting sensually, the tendons of your neck stand out rigidly as you throw your head back and clench your jaw against the onrush of excruciating pleasure. Suddenly your legs shoot out, stiffening, sending your heels digging into the carpt. Your long body straightends and jerks convulsively, and you utter a long and delicious "nooooo" as paroxysms of pleasure rack your straining frame.

And then you fall back, your legs parting, your limbs slack, your body limp and yeilding to the last wave of your orgasm, lapping over you and slowly ebbing away. I draw my head up from between your slackened thighs and ease back to sit at your heels. My eyes are closed and my features flushed and excited, I'm painted by the love-necture of your womanhood. I sit trying to catch my breath, my head bowed, my sholders undulating, my chest rising and falling with labored breathing. Before me, your spasming softness is still thobbing, and pulsating folds gleaming with your love-juices, that dampen the fringes of your gleaming curls of pubic hair. MegookMan