Before I could decide to speak up, she gave me a kiss. Her soft lips fully covered my head and torso. Then another kiss. Then, with a giggle, she stuck out a tongue larger than I was and licked me, from my face to her fingers.
“JENNY!” I gasped. The warmth had taken me off guard, and now I was wet and tingling all over from her saliva.
“Hmm?” she said. She had a far-off look in her eyes. I don’t think she really noticed I had said anything, because next thing I knew, she had adjusted her grip on my legs and stuck me into her mouth like a lollipop!
How can I describe what it felt like? If you’ve kissed someone before you can probably imagine what the inside of their mouth felt like. Tasted like. It was kind of like that except I was in it, swimming in it, held tightly in a warm, wet, enclosed space, a big soft tongue pressing against my body from below. My legs were outside, held delicately by Jenny’s lips and fingers, and she pulled me in and out, sucking on me delicately like a popsicle. I was running out of air. I couldn’t breathe. And I was turned on beyond imagining.
Just before I could scream, Jenny pulled me out with a loud slurp, a strand of saliva briefly connecting me with her mouth. She giggled as she looked at me, soaking wet and dangling from her fingers. “Heh. You taste good”.
“Thanks?” I said weakly.