'M' is For...

6. Welcome to the Book Club - Part 3

Sharon didn't have the same soft finesse that Thomas had, and at first I felt nearly as awkward and self-conscious as I had with Thomas. Maybe even a little more. I had never been with a woman like this, much less a woman with as much polish as Sharon. I worried that my reactions weren't the ones she was looking for, that she might regret wasting her time on me if I didn't come. As though sensing my rising panic, Sharon's eyes caught mine. Wordlessly, she commanded me back down. I tried my best to relax against the wall, spreading my legs to grant her more access. I instinctively tensed as her tongue slipped over my most private parts.

Despite everything, an image of Thomas drifted across my mind. I found my eyes drifting shut as my brain returned me to the moment Thomas had been crouched over the bench. I remembered the way his body had shone with that artificial oily sheen, the product of Adrienne and Missy's labor. As Adrienne had spanked him, his eyes had shut, resolving to take the punishment and trusting that he was safe.

With that first spark of desire ignited, Sharon had little trouble fanning the flames. She slid her tongue over and around my clit, tasted my swelling labia. Pushing herself up, she slipped her fingers into my widening entrance and started to finger-fuck me while her tongue teased and lapped. Clenching my hands into fists, I arched my back, inviting her deeper. She followed me in, adding another finger, her motions picking up in rhythm. In our little corner of the room, it was just the two of us alone in the world, and I was completely at her mercy.

"You like that?" she whispered, but in her words I heard the unspoken command.

"Yes, yes I do..."

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes, please. Make me cum."

"Very well. Since you asked nicely."

I felt the orgasm break, sending rippling waves of pleasure rushing through me. I gave a soft stuttering gasp of fulfillment, allowing my eyes to close briefly to savor the moment. And then it was my turn.

Sharon's beautiful get-up ended up being just a little bit difficult to get her out of. The smoothness of her seduction, and my attempt to match it, soon gave way to our stifled laughs as we fumbled to undo the buckles. It took a little patience, but eventually she was able to slide out of her harness and her short-shorts. She was wearing a bright red-orange thong, and drawing the slip of fabric out from between her shapely legs made me have to swallow rather suddenly.

This was my first time going down on another woman. I was familiar with the specific odors of a man's crotch, but going down on Sharon only brought to mind my own wetness and the musky smell of female desire. There was a strange sense of recognition; it was almost like looking into the mirror but seeing a different reflection staring back. I pushed past the sensation, bringing my face to the center of it all, and began to lick.

My first instinct would have been to come to it gradually, running my tongue over the curves and folds of her cunt. But something of her own latent aggression in her servicing of me lingered, and I had the desire to pay her back in kind. I gave her one firm stroke to prime her, and then I began to lick in earnest. Sharon gave a grunt of approval and wound her fingers through my hair, exerting a subtle but steady pressure as she brought me in closer.

I could taste her desire as her need mounted. It lay salty and strange but not unpleasant on my tongue. Just as she had with me, I brought my fingers to her hole and began to finger-fuck her. My fingers moved easily against the satin of her pussy, riding on a mixture of saliva and female wet. Just as I settled into a steady, driving rhythm, she tightened her grasp on my hair.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

I obeyed, rising up to meet her lips with mine. I tasted some of myself on her tongue, mixed with alcohol and a little bit of lip tar.