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  Hesitating only a little and glancing at the door leading to the hallway, Jane kicked off her shoes and began to unbutton her blouse. Placing it carefully on a nearby chair, she undid her skirt, wiggled out of it and put it with the blouse. Finally, she did the same with her underwear.

  Shelley had watched silently throughout Jane’s strip, but now she let out a low whistle at the sight of her girlfriend’s naked body. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

  Feeling heat come to her cheeks, Jane walked over to the table and cleared a space large enough for her to lie down. Then she sat on its edge, swinging her legs up and getting into position on her back. Now it was her turn to watch as Shelley got naked, dropping her clothes and underwear carelessly to the antique rug. But then Jane wasn’t bothered about Shelley’s clothes - she was too interested in what was underneath them. Her girlfriend was all curves and dips, gorgeous big tits and hips, a rounded belly, the sweetest pussy she’d ever tasted and a wicked tongue.

  It was that wicked tongue she was going to put to work very soon, Jane was sure. That and her equally devilish fingers. Shelley proved her thinking right by reaching out and plucking a piece of strawberry from one of the bowls. Eyeing it for a second, she reached across and dipped it into the swirling mass of chocolate, then brought it back, seemingly not noticing the trail of brown liquid that had been left on Jane’s torso.

  Biting into the strawberry, it was now Shelley’s turn to hum with pleasure as her taste buds were assaulted. Once she’d eaten the piece of fruit, she gave a mock gasp as she saw the state of Jane’s tummy. “Oh!” she said, clasping her hand to her chest dramatically, “I’m so sorry. I seem to have gotten some chocolate on you.”

  Jane said nothing, just waited to find out what would happen next. She didn’t have to wait long. After tipping her an exaggerated wink, Shelley bent her head down towards Jane’s stomach, paused for just a second, then began to lick up the spilt chocolate. Slowly, so slowly it seemed impossible, Shelley’s tongue worked its way across Jane’s skin, scooping up the melted confectionery and swallowing it.

  After what felt like an age, Shelley pulled away and then crawled up Jane’s body until their faces were level. “That tasted good,” Shelley purred. “Probably because it was on your gorgeous body. You made it all the more delicious.”

  Smiling, Jane replied, “Thank you, sweetheart. It felt like an enormous tease, to me. Are you going to let me return the favour?”

  Wagging her finger, the other girl scolded her, “Don’t be silly. I’ve got lots more planned for you, first.” With that, she lowered her head and slanted her lips over Jane’s. They were plump, warm and wet, and Jane opened her mouth eagerly to accept her girlfriend’s tongue. It tasted strongly of the rich chocolate, and added a whole new dimension to their sticky encounter. A sensual new taste.

  It seemed Shelley was in no rush to continue the chocolate fountain shenanigans - instead she deepened the kiss, cupping Jane’s face with one hand and stroking the other down every inch of exposed skin she could reach. Jane moaned into her girl’s mouth as fingers slipped between her thighs and caressed her pussy, which was already slick with her juices. The questing fingers quickly parted her labia and zeroed in on her clit. Swollen and aching, the bud of sensitive flesh was more than ready for the contact, and the orgasm that would no doubt be a result.

  But apparently that was not Shelley’s plan. Not yet, at least. She tweaked and circled, over and over, occasionally moving to slip warm fingers into her hot channel and collect more juices to smear over her pussy lips and clit. It was a long, slow, torturous tease, but one Jane succumbed to, willingly. Kissing Shelley just as hard as she was being kissed, she fucked her girl’s mouth with her tongue, her hands roaming the plentiful flesh above her, squeezing and stroking, exploring.

  Jane was just about to slip her hand into Shelley’s slippery crack when the other girl pulled away from their kiss and let out a squeak, then grabbed the errant hand. “Hey, you, what are you doing? I said I’d got lots more planned for you, first.”

  Resisting the urge to whimper at the loss of contact, Jane stayed still and silent, once more waiting to find out what would happen next.

  Immediately, Shelley selected a piece of marshmallow from one of the bowls. Dipping it into the chocolate, she brought it back over Jane’s body, holding it there for several long seconds and letting the liquid drizzle onto her skin, before dropping it between her breasts. Cupping those breasts at their outsides, Shelley pushed them together, squashing the marshmallow between them, and smearing the chocolate all over Jane’s skin. Her mouth quickly followed, sucking and licking up all of the mess until Jane’s every nerve ending felt as though it was on fire.

  Collecting the sugary cylinder she’d left behind, Shelley dipped it into the fountain again, then shuffled down between Jane’s legs.

  Gasping, Jane leaned up on her elbows to see what her girl was doing. “Are you going to put it inside me?” She didn’t know whether to be turned on or horrified by the prospect. What if it got lost?

  Shelley let out an almost evil chuckle. “No, of course not, silly girl. Why would I do that? Why on earth would I dilute or hide the taste of your delicious cunt? It’s perfect, and I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and devour it. But first, I’m going to tease you some more. Your juices are glistening on your pussy, leaking down onto the tablecloth, filling the air with your delectable aroma. I want more of all that, first.”

  The unique sensation of the chocolate-covered marshmallow touched her inner thigh next. Pressing, stroking, circling. Followed by a hot, wet mouth licking and sucking the skin clean. The movements grew closer and closer to her cunt, driving her to distraction, causing her to fist the tablecloth until her fingers ached. Still Shelley teased her, until the chocolate was gone from the marshmallow. There was a pause while she ate it, then the warm mouth was back on her body, inching closer and closer to where she wanted it most. Finally it arrived, hot breath fanning over her labia while Shelley’s thumbs carefully pulled them apart and began to feast on what was within.

  “Good God,” Shelley said, sounding awestruck, “you are soaked. And the sexiest woman alive. Which makes me the luckiest woman alive. Now I’m going to stop talking and eat your perfect cunt until you come.”

  Sending up a silent thank you to any deity that might be listening, Jane waited with baited breath for the first touch of her girl’s tongue. It came, fast and furious, deftly licking up all the juices that had pooled in her vulva, curling right up inside her cunt, and finally, sweeping over her clit. She jerked involuntarily, and Shelley slipped her hands around the backs of her thighs, holding her firmly in place as she upped the pace.

  The sweeps over her clit turned into full on licks - sometimes light flicks, other times long hard presses. With each movement, however tiny, Jane felt her climax approaching. It wouldn’t take much, she knew. The combination of the location, the chance of being caught, the chocolatey foreplay and Shelley’s sexiness and skilful mouth were potent.

  The skilful mouth showed no signs of slowing or stopping, either. The licks were now accompanied by nibbles and sucks, the variety of stimuli sending her spiralling further into ecstasy. Now Shelley concentrated on the particular spot just beside Jane’s clit that drove her utterly crazy. Harder, faster; licking, sucking, nibbling, over and over until Jane felt the familiar blissful tingle radiating out from her stomach. It was like being covered in wet popping candy. It jerked back in, then her spine melted.

  She froze - holding even tighter onto the tablecloth. Here it came...

  “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck - I’m coming, Shelley!”

  There was no reply - Shelley simply continued to pleasure her pussy until the orgasm fully hit. And when it did, it was beautiful. Jerking and spasming on the table, she bucked up against her girl’s mouth, vaguely aware that Shelley was now busy lapping up all the juices that were
dribbling from her clenching hole. It was sublime, perfect, gorgeous, and she sent a string of expletives up to the ceiling, reeling them off again and again as she rode out the waves of her climax.

  Only when she started coming down did she relax her muscles, the sensation making her feel as though she was a piece of chocolate thrown into the fountain to melt down. She was going to soak right into the tablecloth, but she didn’t care - what a way to go. Letting her eyes flutter closed, Jane was ready to allow sleep to take her. She hardly noticed her girlfriend clambering off the table, not until a finger poked her in the ribs and a voice hissed, “Hey, sleeping beauty, don’t fall asleep! The Lord and Lady are coming! Quick!”

  “W - what?” Jane’s eyes flew open and she leapt off the table, scrabbling for her clothes and pulling them on. “Oh shit!” She hurried back over to the table and started where she’d left off, grabbing the bowls of fruit and marshmallows they’d been using for their impromptu banqueting table fun.

  It was only when she’d removed them to the kitchen and returned to the hall that she noticed Shelley’s face. Her smile was so wide it almost touched her eyes, and her eyes twinkled with mischief. Ah, bollocks - she’d been had.

  “What was that all about, you bloody wind up merchant!” She moved over to her girlfriend and slapped her playfully on the arm.

  “Well, I have my motives, you see.” Shelley said, rubbing her arm. “You’ll like them, I promise.”

  Jane folded her arms, raised an eyebrow and tapped a foot. “Go on.”

  “I wanted you to hurry up and get all this finished, so we can go home and continue what we started. Granted, it’ll be without the giant table and the chocolate fountain, but who cares? I’ve got all I really want right here.” She pulled Jane into her arms, planting a heartfelt kiss on her lips.

  Jane could taste her own cunt on her girl’s lips, and it sent a fresh rush of lust coursing through her veins. Pulling away, she giggled. “All right then, you’re forgiven. I’ll hurry up and get this finished, but you better not just stand there watching me - you can help!”

  “It would be my pleasure, sweetheart.” Shelley stepped over to the table and started gathering glasses, cutlery and crockery, piling her arms high. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I can get you naked again.”

  “I have to say, I like the sound of that!” Scooping up an armful of party paraphernalia, Jane hurried after her girlfriend.

  A Tongue Ridden Affair

  V.C.

  A woman learns just how enjoyable and memorable body modification can be when she meets a like-minded female with a unique feature and the moment is etched on her mind forever.

  It wasn’t her stark blue eyes, nor her pale goth-pretty face, her sexy-devil lips, her short, boyish dark purple-dyed hair, or her immaculate slender, tattooed body that aroused and intrigued me. It was her tongue. Split, or forked, like a serpent. Most would call it freakish. I thought it absolutely stunning, somewhat otherworldly. I’ve heard of body modifications such as hers, but never thought in my lifetime that I would see it in person. How she loved the way I examined it closely as she stuck it out, raising each half of her tongue up and down opposite each other. I was in awe at the way she spread the two halves apart and grasped and held her Altoids mint between them. Playfully, innocently, yet sexually suggestive. I was hypnotized. And oh so wet. Thinking of all the other things she could do with that tongue, and what it could do to me.

  When our eyes closed and our tongues met, it was...beyond phenomenal. A blast of minty freshness, following the two halves of her tongue grasping onto my plain and ordinary tongue, massaging and caressing it in a slow and sensual up and down motion, causing me to gasp and tremble for it was strange, and yet, wickedly stimulating. The tip of my tongue traced along the forked shape of her tongue, trailing along the sides and then at the center, oh so curious, exploring, lurking in the majesty and wonder of her. Her one hand was riding up my skirt and fondling my bottom through my sheer flesh-toned panties while her other hand was grabbing hold onto my ponytail. Her pull on my hair was gentle at first, just like her tongue stroke. Then she jerked it hard, commanding me to “Suck it.” My mouth gaped open, her tongue sticking out from her smeared black lipstick wearing mouth. I kissed the tip of one half of her tongue, and then, I gently began to suck on it. “Harder,” she growled; in command, I sucked on the smooth and slick surface harder in a hurried bobbing motion, suckling the other half of her tongue the same way. Sucking on them separately and then sucking her entire tongue as the whole that it once used to be. I loved how fresh and minty she tasted. How the coolness of her breath coincided with the heat of our bodies meshed together. When our lips parted, her aquatic blue eyes stared at me, and she smiled.

  “How does it feel baby?” she asked me.

  “Unreal. I love it.”

  “You will love it even more when I go down on you.”

  My pussy’s reaction to her statement was that of a kind of quaking and heart-throb like aching for a new kind of pleasure. That I’ve been waiting for all evening. The trail of her kiss traveling from my cheek, down to my neck, and then to my collar bone, brought me to peaks of ecstasy that I had never experienced from a woman before. Not quite like this, anyway. No woman had this kind of magic, this kind of hypnotic spell over me, like she did. Her tongue stroking along my prominent collar bone, each half wiggling and tickling against it and alongside it, causing me to shiver. I closed my eyes; I heard her softly giggle at the way I was already putty in her hands. My eyes suddenly jolted open when her mouth was around my nipple. Me staring at how it went from its inverted, introvert state to its pointy, outward, extroverted state within seconds from the power of her vacuum like suckage. Seeing her staring into my eyes as she stuck out her tongue and the two halves grasped onto my nipple, and like a clamp, pinched it. Slapped it. Each half lapping over it and twirling around it, one after another. As if two mini-tongues were taking turns to tease and play with my overjoyed nipple. Each with a different motion and movement, consistently in unison. Creating all sorts of mind-boggling sensations of wanting, yearning. I could feel my pussy becoming more and more slippery as she continued with her tongue waltz, now focusing on my other nipple and giving it the same attention as she just did with the other. She obviously could sense it, smell it, my pussy’s shy cry for attention. She pulled my panties to the side and inserted not one, but two of her fingers inside of me. Delicately wiggling its way inside of my tight little hole. My pussy clenched around her fingers, allowing her third finger to slide right in. I noticed how the up and down motion her fingers were making inside of me was just like the way her tongue halves were moving up and down alongside my nipple. Slow. Teasingly. Softly. Faster. Harder. Rougher. Not giving a damn if the pleasure was too much for me to handle. I began to breathe heavily, as pleasure-spasms, wave after wave of them, brought me into an overwhelming ecstasy. I could feel her fingers spreading apart inside me, causing my vaginal hole to gape slightly. You could even hear how sticky I was when, with more pressure, she spread my hole wider, and it spoke in gasping clicking sounds that apparently turned her on. The call she was waiting to hear, the call that her tongue was anticipating to answer.

  “You are ready,” she whispered. “Lie down on the couch. On your back.”

  I obeyed, lying on my back on the couch. Before I could even spread my legs open myself, she did it for me. She pulled down my skirt and my panties and flung them on the floor. My clit was protruding, throbbing madly, which it had never done before like that. My vaginal lips, plump and full.

  “What a beautiful pussy we have here,” she smiled, her eyes hungering for her. “It wants me.”

  Indeed it did. More than I could ever imagine. I gasped when she kissed my clit, and the way she licked it. The two halves of her tongue pressed together, appearing as if it was just a deep crevice at the center of her tongue, lapping over my clit, and then the seco
nd time, the two halves parted, and my clit was sandwiched between it, nestled and cradled, the cool mint on her tongue causing it to tingle, heightening its pleasure. An urgent moan erupted from my mouth as her tongue slithered from my clit, alongside my labia, and down to my anus. From my anus, up to my pussy lips, and up to my clit again. Letting each half tease and caress it again. Coming together once more. Trailing down to the raisin-like folds of my labia. The two halves separating, and then, each one, exquisitely gyrating against my vaginal lips, stroking, caressing me by the slimey tip.

  “You are so wet...” she murmured, suckling the juiciness off my pussy lips. She sucked on it aggressively, possessively, following with a firm tugging and pulling from her sucking and then by her teeth, as a declaration that my pussy was hers for the taking. Tears welled into my eyes when she spread my outer lips apart with her fingers, eyeing at my pussy hole. I squeaked when the tip of her tongue halves were, one by one, teasingly circling along the hole but not penetrating it.

  “How badly do you want me to devour this cunt of yours?” she asked with a dominant tone to her voice.

  “Very badly. I want it so bad that I can just scream.”

  “You are aware that you’ll be given the best pussy eating session of your life?” she spoke confidently and proudly. “One that you will never forget.”

  “Yes!” I nodded, panting. “I want it...I want it...”

  I moaned loudly once she immediately inserted one half of her tongue inside of me, wriggling it into the depths of my hole, while the other half was still caressing my inner labia. My entire body began to shake when the second half penetrated me. Her whole tongue was inside of me, performing all the tricks that took a year for her to develop, control, and master once her newfound forked wonder was healed and ready to be a star. And what a star it was. Both halves bucking, gyrating, twirling, circling, thrusting inside a hole whose walls was overflowing with cream. My hips jerked upward when she went inside me deeper, one half of her tongue massaging one side of my vaginal wall while the other was focusing on the opposite side. I never thought it could be humanely possible to be eaten out this way. Tongue fucked in places that I never thought my pussy could feel. When she pulled her tongue out of me she rapidly wiggled the tip alongside my hole before allowing it to rush inside of me again. With more power, aggression, and technique. Provoking me to scream for real. Blinding me with orgasmic pleasure. I didn’t want her to stop. I never wanted her to stop. She kept going to the point where I was practically comatose in a permanent pleasure zone. Orgasm limbo. She was drunk in my scent. Drowning in my pussy. Suffocating herself with my pubic hair. Slightly lifting her head up to breathe and then taking the plunge again. Alive again. My pussy tightening around her phenomenal tongue, the halves spreading apart inside of me, making me cum even more. Flapping inside of me like wings. Thrusting and pounding in such a way where I truly felt fucked. Raped even. Sending me over the edge, to a state of constant, non-stop orgasm after another. A pussy so full, a mouth overflowing with white creamy goodness. My body so spent, dreamily floating in bliss from a pleasure so overwhelming that it passed out. My sight and vision faded into black.