Get her off with your tongue

“Take these off,” I said. I tugged at her bikini bottoms, pulling them down just an inch or so. Then I let go, wanting to watch her do the rest.

Kimberly made a soft, groaning complaint as she pulled her pussy away from my mouth. She started to shimmy her bottoms down past her ass.

“If you insist, Michael. Though I wish you wouldn’t stop.”

She gasped as I slapped her ass and said, “You’re the one who gets to choose how long this takes. The more you tease me the longer you’ll have to wait.”

She smiled at me and started to roll her shoulders seductively. It caused her tits to swing back and forth gently and was having a definite effect in my shorts. The motion put her a little off balance, though, and when she tried to lift one knee off of the lounge chair to pull that leg free of her bottoms she instead tumbled over.

I wasn’t about to let her get hurt, of course. I caught her, light as a feather, in my arms and pulled her in for a few more deep, romantic kisses. She seemed to forget all about her bikini. It was now dangling from one knee. Without looking I reached down and slowly eased it past her foot, dropping it to the ground next to us.

A moment later Kimberly pulled away from our kiss. She licked her lips and said, “Damn I taste good.”

“That’s why I’m still hungry for more!”

I took hold of her now bare ass and once again lifted her up to ride my face. Kimberly gave out a little shout in surprise, something halfway between laughter and screaming. Soon, though, she was simply moaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Mikey. Yes!” she cried.

I worked my tongue up and down, side to side, all around, in every shape and pattern imaginable. Kimberly rocked her hips and ran her fingers through her own hair. I kept my hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing and occasionally slapping her flesh.

She tasted as good as ever.

Her copious self-lubrication was satisfying my hunger for the moment. Until a devious thought entered my head. With just a thought I made my tongue longer, and a bit broader. Not much to start, but even this small adjustment made Kimberly’s breath catch in her throat.

I pushed my tongue farther into her, as far as my fingers could reach. And then I pushed a bit more. I fed my tongue in and out of her pussy, feeling every surface of her inner walls, tasting every drop of her. Kimberly’s hips began to gyrate more forcefully. She was grinding her clit against my upper lip and nose.

“Fuck…,” she said, “Fuck… FUCK ME! Tonguefuck my pussy, Michael!”

And that’s exactly what I did. I had been trying to set the pace with my hands on her ass but Kimberly had a mind of her own. Now I was just holding on for the ride. I pushed and pulled my tongue in and out of her, as rapidly as I could manage. I was fucking her with a tongue as big as any cock she’d ever had (at least to my knowledge in the dream) but with the added bonus of being able to twist and curve inside her.

“Oh sweet Lord I’m gonna…”

And with that she came. Her hands grabbed the back of the lounge chair for support and her abdomen and shoulders shook with spasms. I was looking up at her marvellously swinging tits when her legs tensed and she lifted herself from my face. I shrank my tongue back down and had a nice view of it pulling back out from between her dark, trimmed bush, when it hit me.

Which is to say she hit me. Right in the face. With a massive squirt.

I don’t know why I did it, possibly because of all the flirting euphemisms we’d had about food, but I just opened wide and started drinking.

And she was delicious. Sort of like an ice wine, both tingly and sweet, with a deep heat that seemed to get warmer the longer I held it in my mouth. Perhaps I should find a bottle of something similar and share with the real Kimberly in the waking world. Just for a laugh.

As I was considering this, the dream Kimberly just kept going. And I could swear she was aiming it straight for my mouth. Though it was hard to tell if she was coherent at all, with the guttural, gasping noises coming from her throat. I’d say I had done a satisfactory job.

Slowly she gained control of her muscles again, and my hands moved up to support her as she crumpled into a heap on top of me. I took the opportunity to bring her a little lower, nestling my face in the crook of her neck. I considered how to proceed. She had had her fun, but that wasn’t what I had come here for. The raging hard-on in my shorts needed attention. I could either get my relief from Kimberly or head into the house to find another outlet.