The pain was just what I needed. My pussy was on fire, I think she..my pussy…was jealous. She was use to getting all the attention. It was her prais...s that would be sung out into the night. But this man fucked my mouth as if my pussy didn’t exist. After awhile his pace slowed down. ‘ I don’t want to cum yet’ he said. I gave my cheeks a break and allowed my tongue to continue what is started, but we both quickly realized we needed it like before. He watched with pure pleasure as my tongue ring. My own budding inner nature, the essence of myself, was under attack, I now realized. I saw it as a delicate flame and I was determined to shield it from every wind, however violent. I thought with mockery of my “normal” Xanax-popping Mother and my emotionless father, neither of whom could express love.After checking in at the front desk I was introduced to Mary Elizabeth, an instructor. We went to her office for a “get acquainted” session. She was only seventeen, my age, but claimed to. Their house was only a 5 minute walk from the bar.When we walked in the husband went to the kitchen to make some drinks and the wife pushed me down onto the couch and we started making out. Our lips (and tongues) were locked until the husband came back with our drinks.At this point the husband sat on the couch next to me and his wife got off my lap."Well Dave – you told us that you like bikinis and speedos. How about you guys get down to your speedos and I’ll go put on a bikini…."While the wife. I shifted my head down a little so I could view only her pink folds. I got my nose and chin wet; I stretched her pussy out below my chin and felt her creeping wetness. I flicked my tongue in fast circles, or maybe more like hypotenuse angles.Amy made soprano pleasure sounds above me. Her fingers seized at my hair. Her vocals got squeaky and raspy. I just stuck my tongue straight into her cunt and withdrew, stuck in and withdrew. Finally, I watched her pussy spasm away from my face as her whole.