Gordon's tongue was well above average in both length and strength. The first, a freakish and fortunate gift of genetics; the second was the simple result of regular practice and constant ambition, a daily exercise of devotion. More worship than recreation, more art than discipline, for Gordon, cunnilingus was the culmination of transcendence and joy. She was a high priest in the sacred order of eating pussy.
A most devout follower of this sacred faith, Gordon approached every pussy as if it were a holy shrine. Gazing rapturously upon the lightly furred mons, she practically devoured Grace's pussy with her eyes, absorbing every beautiful feature as she chanted quietly to herself. Then, closing her eyes, she calmed herself, cleared her mind of extraneous thoughts. And when she was completely relaxed, centered, she pressed her face, eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, close against the lips of Grace's delicate, upturned flower, quietly inhaling, gently murmuring, praying. With great love and reverence, she gently pressed her mouth against the outer labia, briefly inserted just the tip of her formidable tongue, and gave the sapphire hanging from its ring a gentle flick.
The touch was so gentle, to Grace it felt as if a butterfly had landed on her, or a snow-flake, or a spark: tiny, ephemeral, fragile, yet capable of igniting the mightiest of infernos. She closed her eyes and relaxed, let her mind wander.
The mystical tongue pressed a tiny bit more, slid a tiny bit deeper, slowly explored the tender flesh. Grace sighed.
Born with an unusually high capacity for empathy, Gordon also possessed a degree in anatomy from the University of São Paulo, where she studied for a while to be a gynaecologist. To her parents' great disappointment, Gordon never completed the doctoral program. To countless others, however, the hard work she did at school translated to heroic doses of satisfaction such that few mortals could even imagine. From her studies and her natural gifts, Gordon distilled an unfailing intuition for the needs of those she could get her mouth on. She knew every square millimeter of flesh, every wrinkle and groove of the vagina like her favorite pillow, and she loved to rest her head nowhere better.
And now Grace was discovering just how lucky a mortal could get.
With the artful curves of a Billy Holiday song and the power of an Orff opera, Gordon put her indefatigable tongue to work, tongue-fucking Grace with style and purpose. At times rhythmic, building anticipation with predictable strokes, at other times diving deep, licking to the depths and holding tight with her mouth pressed against swollen labia majora. Occasionally punctuating her rhythms with irregular patterns, her prehensile tongue touching spots Grace didn't even know she had.
Grace's juices began to drip. Gordon happily lapped them up.
Rex sat against one wall, stroking his monster cock; Augustin and Thorn sat next to each other against the opposite wall, stroking each other's dicks. All eyes were on Grace and Gordon.
As the magic tongue continued its work, Grace occasionally noticed noises that sounded vaguely like soft whimpers. Sometimes they sounded close and other times very far away. And although she couldn't really focus on them, thanks to the amazing sensations Gordon was generating in her hot cunt, she noticed that they kept getting louder. Surely everyone in the room could hear them.
When Grace finally recognized they were coming from her own mouth, she was too far gone to care. They issued from Grace's slightly parted and drooling mouth and she was no more conscious of them than she was of the puddle of spit the right side of her face was resting in. Gordon was working her g-spot and it felt to Grace as if she were about to catch fire on the inside, as if she might explode. Her moans faltered, her breathing became irregular, and then a sigh and she would tense up, and then she would relax again. Her nerves built up and then fell as if on a roller coaster, crescendo and diminuendo, again and again, over and over.
Without letting up her lingual ministrations, Gordon introduced the digits of one hand. Two fingers with carefully trimmed nails were gently inserted and placed inside Grace's warm and juicy hole. Gently massaging and applying delicate pressure alongside the tongue that lapped and licked and the lips that sucked and slurped, the fingers pressed in and gently but firmly stroked against sensitive skin. Gordon trailed tiny kisses up and down both labia before landing on the gem and the precious pearl it protected.
A third finger joined the first two. Grace continued to moan. The tongue and lips continued to stroke and caress.
