Karen's determination to yank my pants down and devour me with her tongue was something I was not prepared for and could not resist
I have known Karen for many years. She has been divorced for a number of years, dates guys, but still doesn't seem to be serious about any of them. I have been am married for over 15 years, have three kids. Karen and I do a lot of things together-cook, go to the movies, go different places. She had never mentioned to me that she had any interest in women at all. She is, for reference and your imagination, about 5'4", 135 pounds, blue eyes, medium sized breasts and hips. I am about the same height, although about 160, curvier up and down, dark hair and eyes, unshaved down there.
We were in the kitchen recently and we were both preparing food to be cooked. I had my back to her, doing something in the sink. I had on a tight top and equally tight jeans. Karen came from behind me, grabbed me gently by the hips and told me to turn around. She had on a tank top with no bra underneath and a pair of loose fitting pants
After I turned around, she knelt down in front of me. I had no idea what was in her mind or what she was going to do. My butt was against the edge of the sink. She looked up at me, then looked at my pelvic area and started to unhook my jeans and then unzip them.
"Karen, what are you doing?". Silence. She then slowly pulled my jeans and panties down to around mid-thigh. "Karen, why are you doing this?" More silence.
Then, with the greatest precision, and, it seemed, experience also, she parted my lips with her fingers and gave my already elongated and very stiff clitoris one very determined lick, from the back to the front and over the head. Then again. and again. And again. And again and again....
I had never felt anything like this is my whole life. Her tongue was like a knife of pleasure stabbing the entire length of my clitoris. "Oh, God, Karen. Oh. God. Oh, God, no.... Oh, God, no..., no....no....", I kept repeating. However, I didn't mean "no" in the sense that I wasn't giving her consent to lick, or that I didn't want it to happen-rather, it meant that I couldn't believe it was happening or how incredible intense or good it felt.
I could see that her nipples had become rock hard through her tank top, as mine had though my bra and shirt, and that she had a dark sex rash covering her chest. I instinctively started to pull on my breasts and knead my nipples through my shirt and bra, as my nipples ached with pleasure and hardness beyond imagination. Karen alternated between grabbing my butt tightly with one hand and rubbing herself through her crotch, which was now visibly wet.
I began involuntarily to thrust my hips toward her incredibly skilled tongue. "God! FUCK! NO! NO!!!!! Fuck me! Fuck me, please fuck me.....NO!!!! it's so GOOOOOD!!!!! Please lick....God, please, no......don't stop....oh, NO!!!! God, NO!!!!", I yelled and mumbled with the most contradictory and yet pleasure filled expressions and moans. All through this Karen, inexplicably, never uttered a word, as if it was a mission she was carrying out and continuing with determination and exactness.
I stroked Karen's hair and felt her hard tongue with my fingers as it devoured my clit, but that was it-no more, this was the end. "It's here, Karen, it's HERE!!! God, it's HERE!!!!", I screamed as the orgasm seared through my clitoris, which felt like it was exploding with agonizing pleasure, and the spasms shot from there down into my vagina, searing my belly with excruciatingly pleasurable spasms that made my whole body jerk in rhythm. I gasped to catch my breath, but this was only the beginning...
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