He smelled the gentle musty aroma of her vagina, ran his fingers over the tender, furry labia, stroked the downy hair he found there, and gently probed into the slit, finding it already wet. With his thumbs he parted the fat lips, and her pussy flowered open to reveal its pink inner surfaces, the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, and the small, delicate, teardrop-shaped orifice of her vagina. His mouth watered as he lowered his face to that glowing, steaming area and went to work with his tongue and lips.

Kim caught her breath, as her hips jerked and her legs automatically flew wide apart at the wicked, delicious feelings that shot through her. He was putting his mouth on her most private intimate spot and it felt so good. That is, it felt good to her body, which responded against her wishes, and her mind, her half drunk, overwrought, innocent mind, had no power to reason under these circumstances. She only knew that the long-neglected nerve endings in her breasts and pussy and her whole body in general were responding to the attention she had been forced to submit to when she had come in to this office and made the biggest mistake of her young life.

Ike's tongue lapped happily over her fragrant slit, tapping rapidly on her blazing clit, drilling into her softening vagina, digging at her tight, pink anus beneath, and catching on his tongue the liquid lubrication that flowed in response to his titillating ministrations. He worked his hands under the round buttocks and, spreading them, licked freely at her twitching anus, that private opening no one had ever before touched, except she herself when she had to wipe. Curt had never touched it, and now his middle-aged boss was licking it!

Kim's body responded in the same way any healthy young female body would to such attention. She jerked and squealed and squirmed and opened her legs wide to the avidly lapping male tongue at her cunt. He pushed his tongue lovingly inside her silky-walled vagina, tasting her slippery, fragrant secretions.