Into the Mouth
NewYorkRod October 12, 2012

She had no idea how it started, but now that it had, she saw no reason to deny herself the pleasure. Her slender smooth young body had been honed by years of ballet and she loved the way it felt when someone's hand brushed against her "accidentally". Just the thought often stimulated her pleasantly, her nipples rising as a flower in bloom and her fluids surfacing, delicious drops of morning dew.

So when she found herself hanging upside down from a very strange man's enormous mouth after surrendering to his entreaty for a goodnight kiss, she had to admit she was a little flattered by such amorous attention. His kiss was gentle, hesitant, and his lips soft and warm, drawing her in closer as his tongue remained sheathed. She eased into the kiss, allowing herself to relish the pleasure. Her young body rose up slowly, lifted by his ardor, strong and heady with a lingering lust, pulling her slowly into the dream of romance and promise. Her joy was so powerful that everything that would ordinarily raise alarms remained noticeably silent. Dangling, graceful, and how could her clothing have disappeared so easily? When exactly did that happen?

Something, she could not imagine what, licked her wetly, its muscular tip drawing her surrender to her core, her center, her lovely little nub of pleasure. A tongue? But how could a tongue be so large? And when did the tongue come into play in so chaste a kiss? The tip pushed her thoughts away from alarm and into surrender, a rising dribble growing to a slow torrent of flowing happiness, overpowering any desire to escape. She dangled upside down, helpless, her long arms waving slowly, her hair falling free. Then everything changed.

A warm flow. Had she wet herself? No. This flow was internal, hot rather than simply warm. And it grew like a fire, lava, boiling, all these descriptives swept away by the reality of her condition. Wet sucking sounds pulling her in, taking her beyond escape. Her warmth now rushing, like a rivulet becoming an irrigation of her thoughts. Take me in, she thought. Take me into yourself. Make me one with you, hold me fast and do not release me. I want this.

A vast plop and she was in up to her waist. All thoughts were gone and there was only pleasure. More. More, she pleaded. And somehow her joy was realized. Her body rose in sweet response, a wetness of calm and release awakened. A flow. A rushing. What was this, she thought? And the answer came. Came with power. Came with undeniable force. The moment was not long but it lasted forever. Her body shaking and writhing in the grip of his mouth. Pulled in now up to her neck, her body was wrapped tightly in the grip of an orgasm, slow and relentless, hard and squishy and giving. As the heat engulfed her, she slid deeper. The heat pouring out into her. Bucking and twisting, she cried out helplessly, the rush of orgasm a stampede of cruel pleasure. Her last one. Her best one ever. Her last conscious thought swept away by overwhelming joy, heat pouring out over her soul like an eruption. Noise filled her ears. a roaring. A monster. She disappeared into the abyss, falling, falling, falling into bliss.