"Pull my robe off, darling," I murmured, my voice filled with emotion. I felt his soft, young hands wander over my curving, hot body as he let his tongue roam down to my tummy.

Goose pimples covered my flesh. I'd never felt anything so good, so exciting, so cunt-churning before. I was nearly twenty-one years older than Georgie, yet my body was still so attractive, so alluring that he was turned on hard by my hot flesh.

And he was like a young god to me. I longed to rip his clothes off and fondle his pounding young prick. I wanted to suck his balls and lick him everywhere-until his skin was tight and hot and he cried for mercy.

But I let him work me over until he was good and hot. I wanted to let him do what pleased him until I could not stand it another minute.

Amazing as it sounds, that kid went right on licking his way down my body, turning my legs

to rubber… my cunt to a syrupy, creamy mass of twitching madness.

I was sure he'd never seen a cunt before, never fucked anyone. Yet he was licking me like he'd done it all his life.

And suddenly I felt his tongue in my pussyhair. I shoved my cunt forward, leaning back as far as I could, and hung onto his head as he began to flick that wet, pink tip of his tongue over my hot clit.

"Eeeeeeiiiiieeee!" I screeched. "My God, Georgie! What are you doing, lover? Where did you learn this?"

He was too busy to answer, and I, of course, didn't want him to. I didn't want to let him take his hot tongue from my clit for an instant.

His fast-flicking, rigid tongue worked its way up and down on my burning, glistening cunt-lips. Nervous twitches of emotional longing coursed through my veins. I was so hot in the cunt I knew I couldn't take this kind of tormenting treatment much longer.

I was gasping for breath, whining and moaning with passion, as he tongued my wet, horny cunt. My fingers were clawing into his neck, dragging his face and that luscious tongue deeper into my crotch.