The Inspection

Firebolt level III

Synopsis:

A M/F couple watching TV get frisky. The male partner distracts the female until she is no longer able to focus on the show.

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I figured she needed a really good inspection. She was relaxing on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching TV. Game of Thrones had become a habit of late. It was a delightful revelation to discover a show that included scenes that were risqué.

Naked in a hoodie with only her panties on, she was irresistible. Her lithe and supple body was languidly draped over the cushions; I eyed the parts of her exposed and appetizing flesh. She made me hungry, hungry for her sex. Sitting beside her, I carefully lifted the hem of her hoodie as it interfered with a spectacular view of her lower abdomen, sculpted and graceful, as it slid from sight into the shadow of her panties. Her navel, pierced with a diamond, reflected sparkles of light from the television. By shifting the hoodie to reveal her navel, her small but perky breast became slightly exposed and I could see the tip of her nipple. Her eyes questioned me wordlessly - was I going to watch the show or did I have other ideas? My next move incited the corners of her mouth to twitch and inevitably she gave me a little smirk.

Bending over her in order to spread her legs a little, I tugged at the top of her panties. They were short, skimpy briefs; white, plain and thin, they were pulled tight against her vulva. I could feel my jaw ache as my salivary glands erupted, causing an involuntary palatal reflex.

I drew small circles on her lower abdomen with my finger, running it lightly over her bare skin in and out of the feminine dips and valleys across her waist. Caressing her hip bones to drop into the space that leads to her mons Venus, I developed a titillating pattern, encouraging her libido to kick into high gear.

A quick fluttering pass over her crotch, lightly skimming the fabric stretched over her cunt, using my fingernail, induced a small spasm and resulted in her sliding a little lower on the couch. I repeatedly antagonized her, a small pout on my lips. I refrained from direct contact with her most sensitive, hooded bud, in order to tease and stoke the fire of desire. I sensed rather than heard a throaty gurgle from deep inside her. Her legs were slowly starting to slip, outstretched and spreading. A glance at her face told me everything - it said, don't stop!

The grin on my face spread wider; how happy and joyful it is to sexually tease my woman. It was time to push those legs further apart; I needed an unobstructed view of the gap between her legs. The gap that attracts the focus of sexual fantasy within her panty-clad crotch was clearly inviting scrutiny.

A closer inspection of the white of her panties revealed a little spot of moisture. Voicing my discovery, mocking and sarcastic, I said, "Oh my, you're leaking. I'm so sorry..." A few more light vertical strokes and a couple more tugs on the waistband, snugging up the fabric nice and smooth against her flesh, spurred that wet spot to flower. Her gurgles had now turned to little whimpers of ecstasy encouraging me to further explore as she readjusted her position. Her visual and audible attention to Game of Thrones was quickly losing its appeal. A small storm was brewing between her legs and it was cancelling out all other distractions.

Bending deeply over her abdomen I blew little puffs of hot, moist air between her legs. Leaning over to touch her rich, luxurious skin with my lips, I nibbled at navel, languid, unhurried. Softly brushing her panties with my nose, taking care to stay away from her clit, I inhaled deeply of the subtle, rich aroma of her sex. I lifted the edge of the waistband and peeked under it. I got down level with her delicious mons Venus and stretched the hem higher. The view was intoxicating: a beautiful smooth crest, cleanly shaved to expose the top of the dimple created by that hooded little friend of all women. I could feel the heat of her hairless and luscious pussy rising in waves to my face. The smell was enough to drive me mad.

Her hands were on my head, pushing me down in an attempt to press my face flat against her cunt. I resisted, took hold of her hand and held it to the side. This was an inspection, not a quick release; a five-course gourmet meal, not fast food. To have her urge satisfied, she was going to have to be patient. I was knowledgeable of her folds, ripples of flesh, valleys of lubricated, silky softness. Her pink little button, as well as a deep canal of creamy unctuousness, all concealed behind a thin wall of fabric, was to be inspected millimeter by millimeter. It was my goal to make her ache and crave intensely for full contact, for completion; for her to beg and plead for release.

Positioning myself between her outstretched thighs, with my lips grazing her navel, I blew hot breaths directly on her pussy as I moved down over her mound. Lifting the edge of her panties on the left of her labia, I made room for fresh air and light, revealing a tantalizing and tasty treat. My saliva was building in anticipation of her juicy flavors. I was getting thirsty. I had to fight the urge to simply clamp down on her cunt and gnaw and lick like a dog with her bone. My erection had long since been unrelentingly straining against my track pants. I was hard as a rock.

Her legs had simply fallen apart, one east, the other west. The TV was a distant fading echo; what she had been watching she could no longer have said. Her panties were soaking wet. The whole lower area was drenched in her juices; there was very little cotton left that was dry. It was time to inspect her thick, plump, blood-engorged pussy lips; I delicately separated them, fold after fold, exposing the slick, shiny flesh. I was going to be tasting her, teasing her and running my fingers and tongue in and around that spectacular gap of lushness.

Taking the edges of her waistband, I teasingly pulled and pushed her panties down around her ass. Her hips instantly bucked upwards, her hands quick to assist in their removal, nearly shredding them in her haste. Again, I had to patiently restrain her actions, much to her chagrin.

Her pleading had become more vocal. "Please, please eat me! Please? I'll do anything you want, I promise! I promise I'll do anything. For God's sake, fucking eat my cunt now!" she growled, thrusting savagely at my face.

Chuckling, I acquiesced and my tongue started gratefully lapping at the outer edges of her pussy lips, light fluttering strokes probing her cunt with small incursions into the deeper folds of her labia. Her legs were as wide as she could get them; straining to spread them from one ocean to the other, she wanted me to have full access. There wasn't a fold she didn't want me to clean out and inspect with my tongue and fingers. Her encouragement was mumbled between gasps and spasms of ecstasy.

Her pussy was gushing and I allowed her to push her pelvis into my thirsty mouth. My tongue flicked up into her hole, inspecting for swollenness and puffiness. She was in heat; her cunt lips were engorged with hot blood. Finding her fountain of juices, sluicing like a river from deep inside her, I curled my tongue and drank greedily. It quenched and lubricated my dry throat, the better to continue the tongue-lashing I was giving her vulva. I was there to excavate, removing any lingering doubts about what was to come. Unearthing her deep desire to be freshly tilled and mowed into a garden bursting with the fruit of her orgasm was my raison d'être in this moment.

Panting wildly, she attempted to grab my hair and drive my face into her cunt, though the control she had over her own limbs was erratic. She alternated between keeping her balance and working to drive my head deeper in her crotch, keeping my face perfectly aligned with her slit. I couldn't hold her back anymore. It was all I could do to breathe and not suffocate. She ground her pulsing, sloppy, wet cunt against my face and nose, riding me in great convulsing waves. Working to slam my mouth against her vulva, not caring whether I was maimed in the process, she humped and stroked herself against me. Her moaning, guttural, throaty noises were rising in pitch and her breath had become irregular and shallow. Sweat beaded her every pore, scintillating on her bare skin.

While mashing my face and tongue deep into her cunt, she erupted and convulsed in her first orgasm. It was like she was fucking herself with my head, trying her best to shove it deep into her slit. How to get her cunt to wrap itself around this large and living vibrator and stuff it whole inside her, seemed to be her focus. Hot fluids were spurting from her hole. My mouth pressed against her advantageously to drive the current of her juices directly down my throat, hungrily absorbing it all. Her climax kept mounting and mounting, exploding and mounting again. More and more her contractions twisted her body, contorting it wildly. With her second agonizingly ecstatic release, my face was stuck against her cunt, sucking me into her. Holding my head directly on her clit and growling ferociously, she forced my face up and down her slit. There was no denying the overflow of relief working its way through the love flood exiting her cunt, drowning me in the rewarding solution of pussy cream.

I was in pure ecstasy. To know how badly she wanted this, how badly she wanted me to make her cum - that was my recompense. Explosion after explosion of cum erupted from her hot throbbing cunt, as she growled and screamed how good it felt.

"Oh, fuck me with your tongue! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee. God! Oh, oh, oh, I'm cumming agaaaaaiiiinnnnnn."

I couldn't stop smiling even while pressed against her vulva, juice running down my chin and neck. My face, throat, hands and the top of my forehead were covered in her slippery pussy goo. It felt like I'd just taken a dip in a sweet pool of warm syrup. It was a delectable solution made for lubricating human parts and feeding hungry mouths.

Her contractions reluctantly subsided; her breath was slowly returning to normal. The massive, lethargic grin stretched across her face was one of pure satisfaction. Taking my face in her hands she drew me up to her mouth. With an emotion of pure gratitude, she cleaned me. Licking all her juices off my face from my forehead to the bottom of my chin, she sucked and nibbled.

"Anytime you need to inspect me, you just get on with it. I don't care what I'm doing - just start your investigation!" she exclaimed, chortling, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Tumbling together and stretching out on the couch, we kissed, pressing our bodies together.

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