Careful not to choke herself on my dick as she did so, Carla lifted first one knee, then the other to let the garment slide free. As the second leg was lifted to shed its currently unwanted fetter, I realized that it could just as easily come back down on the other side of my head…
With a tug, I dragged her leg over my head, and now she was kneeling over me, giving me a view straight up to her utterly shaven pussy. It was smooth as silk, and the slit glistened with gooey goodness. I kissed the inside of her thigh hungrily.
Below, I felt my cock slowly being drawn out of Carla’s throat, its progress smooth, deliberate, and uninterrupted except for a tiny hiccup when I assume my head bumped over the entrance to her windpipe. There was a lot to remove, but when I was free, Carla gasped happily and turned to look back and down at me. “So, you are really going to do this now, huh?” she breathed, sucking in suddenly unconstricted breaths.
She let her knees spread a little, lowering her crotch to just within reach of my face. I lifted up and caressed her tight but wet slit with my tongue. “You don’t, umn, get to have… all the fun,” I murmured between probes.
“Oh wow,” she grunted, then grabbed my cock and lifted it to her mouth again. She mouthed over the head for a moment, then stopped, freeing it from her lips again one last time, just long enough to say, “And oh yeah, finally a guy tall enough to make this work!” With that, Carla began inexorably reinserting my dick into her throat once more.
The pleasure from that oral embrace suffused my body, upward to my mouth, where it met a wave of satisfaction as I began to delve my own tongue well into Carla’s pussy. Her wet confines of course tasted delicious in their own, unique way, but I was surprised by how weak her aroma was. What there was of it was lovely, but its essential absence seemed to add a deliciously disorienting difference to that day.
Carla groaned as I pierced into her pussy with my tongue, then her hips bucked as I flicked out and brushed her clit, accidentally at first. In no time, she lost the patience that she had so far displayed, and began to work vigorously to spiral my arousal upwards. Her bobbing increased in rate, and my head shrieked in pleasure as it caressed the inside of her throat.
There was nothing accidental about how I now addressed her clitoris in response. She moaned involuntarily, and my cock sang in response to those vibrations. It was like we were suddenly in a feedback loop… a delicious, fast-constricting loop.
And then I was suddenly at a boil. I pulled my mouth desperately from her snatch, and gasped out, “I’m gonna… Oh God! Carla, I’m going to…” I tried to buck my hips back to free myself so I didn’t come inside her throat, but Carla just kept me firmly impaling her face, the only change being her hands, that were bracing her against my hips, slid swiftly forward, so her fingertips could tickle my balls.
I had no chance, and I flooded Carla’s esophagus with jizz in a single deluge of ejaculatory excess. I heard her swallow it. I felt it. I felt her swallowing motion stroke my cock inside her throat. I would have come instantly, had I not been literally finishing doing just that. My head collapsed back momentarily, and my hips sagged into the cushion.
Carla swallowed again, and smoothly rose up, letting my cock slip from her throat, then lips. Carla gasped and coughed, but in no distress. “Wow,” she murmured as she straightened up over me.
She was saying, ‘wow’?!? I was just hoping that we could find the top of my head when this was all over…
But as she straightened up on her knees, Carla’s shifting weight pressed her deeper into the pit, lowering her labia much closer to my face. My whole body, even my tongue, still quivering, I dove back to my reciprocal task with delight.
Every time my tongue contacted her clit, I heard and felt a shiver of arousal. Since I too had no need to prolong this particular part of our activities, I unleashed a full-scale assault on that glorious little bud. Each stroke of my tongue got a louder gasp of joy. I felt those little gasps build up on each other, and when I guessed that she was right on the crest of release, I jammed my tongue back deep inside her.
I appeared to have timed it right, as she cried out in a strange, voiceless gasp. Above my eyes, beyond the tight, tiny little cheeks of her ass, I could see her back arching backward almost violently, the delicate but powerful muscles writhing beneath the skin.
After a moment of that delirious rictus, Carla almost fling herself off me, rolling across the pit until she came to rest, curled up in a fetal position, quivering. I struggled up on an elbow and just enjoyed watching the aftershocks run through her. But as they slowed, I crawled over to her.
Peeling her head from between her knees, I kissed her. I did it gently, and comprehensively, though with no tongue. She responded eagerly, but then jerked away, wiping first her own lips, then daubed at my face with the heel of her palm. “Ach!” Carla exclaimed, not quite in disgust. “I can’t believe I’m kissing you with so much of my own juices all over your mouth!”