Chapter 11

Harry was encouraged by the amount of progress he had made getting me aroused.

He reached out with his strong hands, parting my legs as he clutched his fingers ever so assertively around my thighs.

He continued to imprint his flesh deeply against mine as he held my thighs, then dropped his head down between my legs.

He kissed my pussy once, then did so a second time. The act of kissing my already burning twat caused vibrations of electricity to bolt through my entire body.

He kissed me several times, then released his lips from my mound.

He moved the fingers of his right hand against my vagina, pressing against the warm, moist flesh.

His finger action lasted for just a short time after which he moved his tongue against my vaginal walls.

He began slowly, probing ever so gently against my moist pussy. He adopted a slow pace at first, but soon he stepped it up, working his tongue more quickly.

The longer he slid his tongue over my snatch, the faster that his pace became. He was beginning to recognize just what made me click. He could tell from the way that my legs would tremble whenever he would do certain things.

The pussy sucking, as one might anticipate, was one thing that was destined to get me extremely hot very fast.

He drove his tongue even deeper into my passion pit. He let the tongue sop up every bit of excitement, coming into contact with every crevice of flesh.

While his tongue continued to slide and manipulate against my mound, he reached out with both hands, grabbing my buttocks so affectionately, yet firmly.

He wanted to dominate me while he was sliding his tongue against my slit, so he gripped my buttocks with great conviction while he was licking me.

I began to gasp as I found myself growing close to climax. His tongue twisting efforts became that much more rapid as he drove me close to climax.

He kept on spearing my mound, driving his tongue forward enthusiastically, plunging me ever more deeply into my entrenched state of ecstasy.

My whole body was quaking with sensations by that point in time. I could feel the hot, burning sensations in my pussy, which was dying to explode.

His tongue continued surging onward, driving vigorously against my mound, surging with effectiveness as he plunged me ever closer to climax.

He pinched my buttocks several times, hurling his tongue intensely forward, driving it against my mound as he put me ever closer to the brink of orgasm.

At long last I found myself unable to withhold my juices any longer. At that point my pussy juices rocketed out of my mound and into his waiting mouth.

He clutched my buttocks more tightly than ever as the juices flowed, spurting into his waiting mouth.

Once he finished devouring the last few drops of my pussy load, he removed his tongue from my mound and looked up at me.

"That was pretty good," he said. "So good, in fact, that I want to go back for an encore."

"That's fine with me."

"I see you're getting accustomed to me," he grinned happily.

"I'll say one thing about you. I might not approve of your scruples, or lack of them, but I sure do like the way your tongue works."

"I'm happy to hear that," he grinned. "I'll have to put it to work again."

"You do that."

"like right now?" he winked.

The fingers of his right hand zeroed in on my mound. He enjoyed toying with my wet snatch.

He kept up his steady finger probing until my ass-cheeks began to wiggle. At that point he determined that it was time for him to begin working his tongue against my mound.

He dropped his head down between my legs, clutching at my bosoms this time as he unleashed his tongue against my pussy.

He let his fingers probe skillfully against my tits, squeezing them gingerly yet tenderly. I liked the way he would allow his fingers to clutch against the firm flesh.

He would squeeze my breasts, then let his fingers come to rest against my nipples.

His fingers roamed freely over my nipples, causing great spurts of sensations to circulate throughout my body. My breasts were warm with excitement as he kept up his finger efforts.

All the while he was driving his tongue fervently against my mound.

This time he attacked my box with even greater determination than he had summoned the first time around. He was apparently stoutly determined to get me to shoot a second time, and hopefully with the greatest of ease.

His tongue certainly did the trick, moving at a blistering pace. He never let up, never slowed down one bit, as he kept up his burning movements.

He kept on circulating his tongue, toying with my nipples and he was moving me that much closer to the moment of exhilaration.

His burning movements continued. He drove me into a state of celebrated anxiety.

"Just keep it up," I told him. "You're doing great."

He kept up his fiery tongue movements until the juices were released from my snatch.

My ass-cheeks twisted against the sofa, bouncing up and down as the juices spilled out of me.

I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair, attempting to give him every bit of encouragement that I could as he finished me off for the second time.

I couldn't help but think about how things had developed between the two of us. When I had met him earlier that afternoon, I had had nothing but hostility in my heart toward him. Now things had changed.

I still couldn't help but distrust him, however, no matter how good a screw he might be. After all, he was acting out of treacherous motives. He was letting me know that if I ever crossed him, he had some information that he could use against me. Information that could destroy my entire nursing career.

Somehow, for the moment, all that was behind me. All I could think of was how talented he was with his spirited tongue.