Her body slumped as the orgasm faded, her finger still inside her cunt. She enjoyed the pulsations of her cunt around her finger awhile then pulled it free. As always, her finger and half her hand were drenched with the hot juices of her cunt.

As usual, Carol gazed at her hand and finger. She had been curious for years about the taste, the scent. Sometimes she had come close to licking her cunt-wet hand, but her courage failed at the last minute. Now, seeing the glistening wetness, she pulled her hand close to her face. She smelled, and detected an exciting odor. This was as close as she had ever come to tasting herself and it was when she usually lost her nerve.

This time, she didn't lose it.

With a whimper, Carol snaked her tongue out fast, before she could change her mind. She ran her tongue through the wetness, tasting. The juices were hot and she was surprised at the taste. With another whimper, Carol plunged her middle finger into her mouth, closing her lips tightly, sucking and licking.

And, to her surprise, she came again.

Carol jerked her finger out of her mouth and sat up on the seat, dropping her feet to the floor of the car.

For a moment she almost sucked the finger again, and then felt the heat of guilt and shame spread over her face.

It was always this way.

After it was over, she felt shameful for what she had done.

As erotic-minded as Carol was, she had little experience sexually.

She had not done any of the things she fantasized about. Even while married she allowed nothing but fucking between her and her husband.

Thirty years old, and almost as shy and virginal as she had been as a young girl. Carol dreamed of sucking a hard cock, of licking at heavy, loaded balls, of burying her face into the cheeks of a tight ass, probing the ring of an asshole. She fantasized of tonguing a sweet, soft, wet cunt, or of being tongue-fucked by someone else.