Free Tales of Lust and Magic by Layla Silver Page A

of my tongue as it met her wetness, starting from the bottom and licking her all the way up to her swollen clitoris. She tasted so divine and was clearly meting under my novice tongue. I encircled her bud, taking it between my lips and sucking hard, as I had minutes before with her nipples. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me further and further into her so that I could barely breathe. This didn’t matter to me, all I needed was her right then. I lapped at her pussy, feeling her sweet excitement running over my tongue. The more I licked, the wetter she became and the more difficult it was for me to drink her all up. I felt that she was close to climax, so I inserted a couple of fingers into her tightness. Her pussy contracted around them and I started to fuck her rhythmically, all the while teasing her clitoris with my newly skilled tongue.
    “Don’t stop!” she screamed, and her body trembled under my prowess as I maintained my moves. She was overcome by her climax and she pulled me closer and closer to her satiated sex as the orgasmic ripples subsided. As her breathing calmed, I pulled away from her and she smiled at me through glazed eyes.
    “Am I forgiven?” I dared, knowing that her post-orgasmic good humour would get the better of her.
    “Of course...” she replied to me. “And now I’d like to give you a little pleasure...”
    She had me bend over the old wooden desk, while she knelt on the floor behind me. I liked this shift in the power; now I was going to be the one who was served. I felt those beautifully manicured hands on my ankles as she started to place soft kisses up the back of my legs. She gently parted my legs further and I knew that from her position she had a perfect view of my pussy, my clitoris protruding as it was engorged to the point of explosion. I didn’t have to wait for long before I felt her tongue in a very unexpected place, between my buttocks, encircling a very sensitive spot that  had never been explored. I tried to protest, for this felt so ridiculously intimate and explicit, but I was muted by the euphoria of the moment. My pussy was desperate for some attention too and she seemed to intuit this, darting straight inside me with a very inquisitive tongue. The sensation was exquisite and I started to move my hips, fucking that highly skilled tongue of hers. We both moaned in great pleasure. I turned my head slightly and realised that she was touching herself at the same time. This almost sent me over the edge, but what finally did it was when her tongue found my throbbing clitoris; I just exploded, feeling the pleasure flood out of me. She was greedy that night, for her mouth went to catch the juices, drinking me up with an insatiable thirst.
    Minutes later we were totally spent, lying in each other’s arms and giggling conspiratorially. I knew that was the most fun I’d ever have in a library. I spent much of that summer in the hidden back room with Juliette; my memories of that time are positively blissful. I never expected to see her out of the library; for me she was a beautiful piece of the furniture in that majestic place. You can imagine my surprise then, when one cool October day I found that she had disappeared from the building. No other member of staff seemed to know her whereabouts. Sadly I trudged to my exam, which was my French oral. No sooner had I made my way through the entrance and eyed one of the examiners, than my eyes fell upon hers. I blushed furiously, never expecting to meet her in any other circumstances. She looked radiant as ever and it may have been my imagination, but I think she gave me a little wink as she uttered the following words: “Right then, let’s get down to real business.” The memory of our first time sprang back to me and as she licked her lips before starting the exam, I couldn’t help but remember how skilled her tongue really had been.

 
     
    Temptation in the Bakery
     
     
    I go there often, as I’m sure is the case with