Our tongues touched, the deliberately wet tip of mine pushing between her slightly open lips, our breathing matched, chests heaving and her hips were starting, I could feel her mound against my leg, slowly grinding and stroking against my thigh. My cock was straining against my underpants and shorts, dying to escape and thrust and penetrate. But NO. This was about Van, Van’s sensuality was astounding, her sexual freedom had allowed her to escape conformity and be at one with her animal. So she gently reclined into the sofa, but in a rush and her hands were already frenzied and volunteering, one to retract her short summer dress from her mid thigh, the other was groping for my erection, I stopped them both.

I was on my knees now, her legs were slightly ajar and I held her hands, she had become used to giving, offering herself up without enticement, being fucked. Henry and Erica had conditioned her well and she was not afraid to give her body and take whatever came. I on the other hand at this moment wanted to serve her, wanted her to learn to take, to receive and enjoy the moment, the feelings and sensations. I had been taught to please and wanted to serve. I used my mouth and lips like fingers to move her legs apart and brush her dress hem upwards. My tongue snaked her skin, and manoeuvred to her inner thighs and at this point she was coiled, shivering, sighing. Her hands relaxed as did her knees.

My face was mid thigh, her skin was red hot and clammy and her crotch, well it was hotter than September and the musky smell of pussy that I loved so much, was so stifling it was impregnating my brain through nostrils, a tattoo I knew well. My mouth was salivating, almost as much as she was secreting, the gusset of her pale pink cotton knickers was visibly wet. I was hard, so hard my loins were ready to explode, but Erica had taught me to keep that under control. I could hear her, “this is not about you Tom, this is about giving, not releasing, pleasing not pleasure, you will learn to take pleasure in giving and enjoying the moment.” “Forget coming, and wanting release and open your senses to everything, how the skin feels on your lips, take a breath, enjoy that smell, inhale hard, tattoo it in your brain, watch the rhythm as Van’s body responds, capture that motion with yours, synchronise, don’t rush and for gods sake don’t come”.

So I started to synchronise and let go of her hands, which I thought were relaxed, but one immediately moved to pull her gusset aside, I stopped it. I placed my whole open mouth over her mound, with her clit positioned in the middle of it. Her knickers were the last defence against my tongue, but I didn’t lick, Erica had taught me to use my whole mouth at first, lips pulled taught in combination with her movement to give her something to writhe and grind against and importantly to generate hot breath across the labia and clitoris. I was about ready to come, my cock was throbbing, my prostate pumping, but in defiance of my balls, I flipped my mind to a place less sexual and refocused on my task. Giving pleasure!

A funny thing cunnilingus, I think for men it can be like marmite and well let’s just say I love it, love the smell, taste and sticky secretions in my mouth and on my tongue. In fact I can come hands free whilst giving it. My hands moved now as my tongue started to brush against her mound through the cotton, they were searching for the waist band of her knickers, I was making the cotton even wetter with my saliva which was now mixed with her juices embedded in that cotton. Finger tips on waist band, I carefully wrestled her cotton knickers down over her thighs, her plain sexy cotton briefs were on the move, I paused only to watch the stringy moisture from her pussy cling to the gusset as it departed. The scent was stifling me, it was my catnip and frankly I can admit, it was a great cause for premature ejaculation in my young cock.

I threw her knickers to the side and her pussy was free, her legs volunteered her pussy to me as she took her dress off over her head. Van had a lovely slender body, pale freckled skin, lovely small breasts and she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her very pink nipples were already erect like small pink rosebuds ready for her touch, as she reclined against the sofa. A less experienced me would have dived into her hot wet pussy, mouth and tongue, rushing, devouring, eating like a hungry cat. But NO! Erica had taught me well, take time, pause for effect, less is more, flick, fuck and lick in combinations don’t be oafish. My shoulders were between Van’s open thighs, I was on my knees and my hands on her lower belly. Her pussy was quite pink as it peered back at me through her strawberry pubic hair, she was an innie, the first and last innie I was to ever come across, Erica was very much an outie and all my partners since then have been outies too.  

My tongue temped to lick her overtly neat lips, was immediately diverted to the area between her labia and her inner thigh. Carefully tracing from her lower peritoneum to the area adjacent to her clitoris on the right side and back, with a careful and gently flick of her anus on the way past, she flinched and moaned, then I tongued up the other side, this time tracing across her pubic hair, flicking her clitoral hood on my way to the other side. I could taste her, her pussy juice was flowing and had trickled down her peritoneum to her anus. I took a moment to recognise and savour her taste and scents. She tasted salty, bitter sweet, her secretions were clear and sticky, she smelt of fresh sweat, groin sweat mixed with the musk from her inner labia, the slightly irony smell of her transudate and the smell of her clean but clammy anus, it was sensational and to this day I relish that tattoo in my brain.

Erica had taught me an interesting trick in seductively opening the pussy. Using my hands above the mound but below the lower waistline, on either side of the mound, pulling upwards and outwards. Slowly and carefully not to pull the pubic hair, the upward movement and diagonally outwards created a reveal, this worked particularly well on Erica’s outie. Van’s inner labia were now exposed and as she lifted her bottom upwards I could see her ordered pussy opening and her anus which was pulsing. Erica had introduced me to the fact that in most women the anus, Vagina and clit were sexually connected, if allowed to be in the mind of the recipient and that a woman’s orgasm and arousal can be supercharged with the right stimulation and attention in that area.

I put my mouth over Van’s clitoris and took her hood and clit inside, and used the face of my full tongue against the whole hood, moving it left to right in short rapid movements. Van pinched her nipples between her finger tips, and pushed her pussy upwards into my mouth. I was too far away to help with the nipples but I had a routine to stick to, I knew and was taught what Van loved. I now released the hood from my mouth and my tongue dropped to the peritoneal pathway to her anus, I licked hard at both, her hands quickly shifted from her breasts and nipples to her bum cheeks and as she lifted her pelvis she pulled her glutes apart and her anus opened slightly, inviting my tongue, so I obliged. I pushed it in, as far as I could reach and she pushed herself hard against my face in return.

Now this is a very interesting phenomenon, Van loved this, my tongue fucking her anus and her pussy whilst she thrusted her clitoris against my nose. She was grinding faster now. Whilst this was in flow I released my cock, the painful member straining against fabric and my zipper was over, I felt the tip and it was wet with sticky precum. I took that cum on my finger tip and pushed it in the direction of Vans mouth, she opened her mouth and sucked my fingers hungrily. I tasted it too.

Van announced anxiously ‘I am close’ and I could tell that she was close! This was my call to action, it was her telling me she was ready for a routine, her thing, her kink. I lifted from my haunched knees and on my way to her mouth, I skimmed her nipples with my tongue, bit one momentarily before getting to her mouth.

Her mouth welcomed mine with a wildness, she loved to taste me, taste herself and as we kissed, mouth and tongues in a kind of chaotic dance, I slipped my cock into her, her pussy was a furnace of wetness and my cock was engulfed in it. As we kissed she fucked my mouth with her tongue, invading me, I reciprocated with my cock fucking her pussy, she liked this part to be a bit frantic, hard with deep and short strokes in combination.

As she was about to come, she stopped kissing looked into my eyes and mouthed, finger me. So I did what I was asked and reached down behind her backside and felt for her anus, it was well lubricated and quite relaxed and as I fucked her I slipped my fingers gently inside the sphincter, not too far and not too hard, nails always kept short for this very reason. I heard Erica say, “remember Tom, fuck hard, kiss hard, finger slowly, or the other way around”. Van started to come, this was a spectacular experience, she moaned a lot, like she was dying, her pussy created a white milky lubricant in preparation for her orgasm, this made an amazing squelching sound as I thrust, then her mouth bit against mine, her hands pinched hard on her nipples and her anus and vagina pulsated in a frantic dance as she juddered, girated and fitted to a sweet conclusion.

There were two ‘finishes’ for us, we varied between them, what happened next was one of the two. My orgasm was propelling now and I was ready to come, Van loved to taste my come and interestingly in the moments following orgasm so did I. As I was about to ejaculate, I told her, ‘I’m going to come’ she assertively pushed me backwards, away from her, I knew I needed to get onto my back, I did and she hungrily sucked my cock until I emptied my load into her mouth, she sucked me as I shocked and shuddered, until it was too sensitive to take, then she straddled me, pushing my cock against her anus, it strained against the entrance but then popped inside her. At this point her sexual spirit animal was unleashed , she fucked my cock hard whilst leaning over me and kissing my mouth, our mouths were connected, with cum, hers and mine, our tongues fucked, her tongue deep in my throat, her one hand over my windpipe, squeezing my breath out, strangling me as her tight anus was fucking me faster, tongue deeper in my throat, hand tighter on my throat, until she came a second time, this time it was wreckless, careless, explosive, out of control and totally uninhibited, she screamed like a banshee, slapped my face and bit my lip for blood. Blood we shared in the aftermath of convulsions and kisses, as her body collapsed on top of mine.

Perhaps two minutes or five would pass before we separated, I was spent but we were not finished yet, Van was multi orgasmic, or at least had learned to be and she got up on me and straddled my face, in particular my nose,  she was across my head, thighs tightly on either side, muffling my ears, her very pink swollen clitoris and hood grinding the bridge of my nose whilst my tongue searched for her very soggy holes, a mixed of semen, transudate, sweat and urine rushed my taste buds, Van ground harder and faster against my face, until she climaxed again, I knew what this meant and could feel the trickle down my throat as she was coming, her third orgasm was so intense she lost partial control of her bladder and it gushed my face and mouth. I loved that moment, the feeling of being used, dominated, strangled, forced to take her whole sex on my face, to swallow and appreciate it.

Now finally she was done Van fell off my face into a foetal heap next to me. A shuddering pulsating mess of a human being in animal ecstasy, spent and  throbbing. Her aftershock pulses moved further apart and smaller. Van did not like after play, touching or affection, she wanted separation, liked to divorce from what just happened and any touch, it was her way not to associate sexual gratification and kink with love and affection, her animal instinct protecting her from heartbreak and connection, a defence mechanism to enjoy the forbidden, the radical, the hideousness of her kink. A way to divide this sexual physical experience from those Van had with her boyfriend…