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TALES FOR THE RABBIT &8211; VOLUME 3 (Couple)

Her whimpers were muffled by the thighs that were clamped around his ears, as his tongue went to work on her clit. He’d been venerating her vulva with his lips for the past five minutes, and her state of excitement was now already off scale. She loved this form of sex, he knew she did, and he loved bringing her to the heights of pleasure in this way. He felt like an artist working on a canvass, trying to do justice to a beautiful object that was fixed in his mind’s eye. And he knew that the vulva, clitoris and vagina lying only inches below his eyes were as pretty as they were sensitive, quite the best looking and richest, nicest tasting of the many he had sampled over the years. He so wanted to make her explode, over and over again, and he knew this was exactly what has happening and would continue to for a long time yet. This woman’s capacity for orgasms was unprecedented in his experience, she could come over, and over, and over again – in some ways it was too easy, not enough of a challenge for him, but in another way, it was just so thrilling to feel, see, taste and smell this gorgeous woman lose all her control, and surrender to the moments.

He’d started by lying flat between her legs, resting on his elbows and lowering his head just enough to flick his tongue up and down the slit a few times, feeling her thighs tense next to his cheek. Then his tongue found her clit, flicking back and forth over its target as rapidly as he could move it, only the tongue tip in contact with the small area of flesh that gave her such pleasure, to and fro, back and forth, up and down, until her entire abdomen quivered in sympathy with the fire that was suffusing her vulva – when she came like this, a quivergasm he called it, he knew she was on the top of her game, and so was he – and when she was on the plateau, her climaxes kept on coming, the one rolling into the next, in an almost never-ending stream. Sometimes he would take pity on her, respecting her sensitivity, leaving her clit to recover for a few minutes while he focused his mouth elsewhere. There were, he knew, many other ways to make her come, by exploiting the sensitivity of her entire vulval region. Since she had shaved herself smooth, and she was ultra-smooth, not a wisp of hair anywhere, he could take the entire area into his mouth, sucking the flesh against his lips, the imbibed region centered on her clit. The suction always had an amazing effect in itself, but when he touched her clit, already far inside his mouth, with his tongue, she again shook uncontrollably, the blood he had sucked into the region by creating a vacuum seeming to exacerbate the spasms, increasing the sensitivity to an almost intolerable extent. Her thighs clamped down hard on his head, her hands beat on his back, her belly rose from the bed, bucking him. He eased off the pressure, air escaping from his mouth as her vulva pulled away and she sank back down. He leaned back, admiring what he had licked and tasted, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Clits are all so different, he mused, probably as individual as cocks are. He’d sucked on one that was the size of the end joint of his little finger, but softer; others were small, discrete nubs of flesh, buttons; yet more were little ridges, hoods under which one could just insert the tongue tip to play with the sensitive lower surface. His lover’s clit was none of these, just a hypersensitive area at the junction of her delicate labia, a small region even more prone to pleasure than the rest of her vulva. He leaned back down, placing his mouth again where his eyes had just feasted – another tongue flick to get the cycle of ecstasy started again, then he pulled back a few inches, and blew soft, gentle puffs of air onto her clit, over and over again, cooling yet stimulating the inflamed flesh, creating another series of spasms in her thighs that he brought to their natural end by placing the entire top surface of his tongue between her labia, licking up and down the entire length and breadth of the inner surface, tasting the moisture, occasionally placing the tongue tip as far into her vagina as it would reach, then removing it to continue the incessant rubbing of her soft, moist flesh, with his own. He could hear her moans and gasps, her thighs were spread as wide as they would go, freeing as much of her sensitive slit as possible to the steady caressing pressure of his tongue. He fastened his lips over her clit again, scraping the front of his top teeth and gums ever so gently over the harder flesh just above, pushing down on her pubic bone while his tongue flicked away a few inches below. He pulled back a little to slide two fingers into her vagina, feeling the small area on the front, inside surface that was another way to take her over the edge. Hand and mouth now worked in harmony, the tips of his fingers seemingly trying to reach his own tongue through the thin wall of flesh that separated them, a wall that was becoming ever wetter, softer, hotter. Again she came, clamping down on his fingers, the spasms in her thighs throwing his head away from her vulva.

“Kiss me”, she moaned, “fuck me”, she implored. He did both, scooting up the bed, locking his lips onto her mouth, transferring onto her tongue the taste of herself that she loved so much. At the same time, his cock slipped into what now felt like its home, sliding with no resistance into the sopping pool of her flesh – it was like penetrating blancmange, she was so soft, so wet. He pumped away, bringing her to another swift climax, her moans going straight from her clamped lips into his mouth, as she fought for breath and took the pleasure she wanted. He rolled onto his side, dragging her hip over his, sliding down to pound away into her from underneath, trying to come but knowing that he couldn’t make it – she was just too wet, there was no friction. After she quivered once more, he pulled out, stood up, looked down at his cock and said “let’s have a cup of tea and chill for a bit, this will be still be here for you for a while yet. One lump or two?”

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