3 comments/ 108237 views/ 0 favorites Giving Head By: jadedSHADOW We were the only ones in the elevator that morning, and he intimidated me. But, I hid it well. I held my head high and displayed none of the nervousness that was tying my stomach in knots. "Good morning, how are you?" I asked. "Fine, and you?" He glanced my way, distractedly, still fumbling through the documents he held in his hands. I could tell he wasn't really interested in my response, so I merely smiled and waited while the elevator continued on its course. "Damn!" he muttered. "Is something wrong?" I asked, glancing at him curiously. Then, noticing his paperwork, I grinned. It seemed I would have the upper hand in this conversation. "Nothing you could help me with." He had no patience at all. Plus, he wasn't used to being addressed in such a familiar manner by someone so low on the professional totem pole. "Oh, really? If it's a problem with those documents in hand, I reported the calculation error to the database control guys yesterday." He looked at me with renewed interest. And even though his comment earlier had me on the defense, I knew I couldn't afford not to be civil. He was the owner of our business, wealthy, attractive, powerful, and currently unmarried. Plus, I was breathless just being near him. He had an aura of danger that piqued my interest. "Explain the error to me, please." I think that was the first moment he noticed that I was an attractive female. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. He motioned for me to follow him. I took an indecisive step, "I really have to be in my office in a few minutes. My boss is a stickler for punctuality." "No problem. I'm sure he'll understand. So come with me, please." How could I argue with that? I had to hurry to keep up with his long strides. His frustration was still evident as he told his secretary, "Please call down and tell…" he looked at me. "Mr. Staton," I quickly filled in. "Please tell Mr. Staton that I have…" he looked at me again. "Karen Beasley." "Let him know that Ms. Beasley is with me." Then we went into his office, and I proceeded to dazzle him by pointing out the overlooked but important calculation details. He asked me to accompany him for a drink that afternoon. And that is how it all began. He admitted to me once that it was the confidence I had portrayed on the day we met that caught his attention. I've never told him that it was all an act. And now, even though he and I have been dating for well over a year, I have never seen him totally lose control. In his profession, he has never answered to anyone. Everyone, from upper management to mailroom personnel, caters to his every whim. He is always the one in charge. That is what I wanted to change. I quickly scanned the room making sure I had left no evidence of my being there in plain view. I knew he'd smell my cologne lingering in the air. But the heady scent of my particular brand only helped to create the mood I wanted to achieve. I was extremely nervous, but somehow I knew my performance today was detrimental to our relationship. Our sexual life had always satisfied me, yet I wanted more. I wanted unpredictable. I needed to control him. For once, I wanted to see him beg. I wanted to see him aching for me. It was early morning, too early for anyone else to be in the office. Being the boss' girlfriend had certain perks, though. I had keys to his private quarters but had never thought to use them before now. I stepped out of sight and waited for the object of my obsession to arrive. Within minutes, I heard him fiddling with his keys in the hallway. He unlocked the door and stepped into the room, looking sexy as ever. His body was great even hidden underneath the starched, crisp white shirt and paisley tie. He must have been in a hurry this morning because he was pulling on his coat as he entered. No need for that, I thought to myself, I've got plans for you. He settled into his chair (or throne, as I always called it). He had begun to scan his mail and play his voice messages when I revealed myself to him. "Karen, what are you doing here?" he asked and then he realized. His precious, innocent, predictable Karen was only wearing a lemon-chiffon bra and panty set, bought new for the occasion. His eyes widened and for the first time, I saw him at a loss for words. Disguising my nervousness, I sauntered over to him. I watched his eyes feast appreciatively on my exposed flesh. Seeing that sign of interest gave me all the courage I needed. "Seth, I thought our relationship lacked spontaneity. I was feeling a little spontaneous this morning. Do you mind?" I looked at him innocently, not waiting for a reply. I leaned over to take the papers from his hand, deliberately giving him full view of my breasts, which seemed a little too voluptuous for this particular bra. I saw his eyes glance downward, and my nervousness disappeared. Suddenly, I knew, he was going to enjoy what I had in store. I began to loosen his tie. He placed his hand over mine and halfheartedly said, "Karen, we'll have visitors in a few minutes." I could have left then, but I knew from the bulge in the front of his slacks that he was just as turned on as I was. "I know. Won't that be exciting?" I gently nipped his neck breathing in a scent that was all his own. "You smell edible, and I haven't eaten yet this morning." I turned his swivel chair to face me, and after unbuttoning his shirt, I leaned in to stroke my tongue down his muscular chest. I had never told him how his body made me wet with desire. But now, I whispered in gasping breaths exactly how excited I was as I continued to the button on his slacks. His stomach muscles clinched and rippled as I left a wet trail of kisses. He was really quite beautiful. His form was perfect, and the time he spent in the gym was evident in his washboard abs and muscular arms. I had always noticed his excellent physique, but here in the privacy of his office worrying about the thrill of being caught, I was that much more appreciative. He moaned softly, his voice husky in the stillness of the room. I loved the sound of it. I continued to whisper my every fantasy and his moans grew louder. Finally, Seth was fulfilling my every dream. He was losing control. "Baby, do you realize how wet you make me? Your body is gorgeous and your eyes are so expressively beautiful. I like everything about you. And even when you're so totally trying to control all that is around, your eyes still give you away. I know, Seth. I know you want to fuck me. I know you want to be dominated. I know you want to lose yourself in me. Give in to me. I can be your ultimate fantasy." I had never spoken to him like that before, and I could tell he loved every minute of it. I unzipped his pants and leaned in to suck the tip of him, which was already wet with his body juices. I grazed my teeth over the soft skin, teasing him, taunting him. I knew, at this point, pleasure was pain. "Please, Karen," At last, he began to beg. "What do you want, Seth?" And even though physically, I had not done much to arouse him, I knew the whole situation, so out of character for the both of us, was playing a huge part in his excitement. "Suck my cock," his voice was rough and husky and almost unrecognizable. His hands tangled in my hair and pressed suggestively at my nape. I laughed softly. Seth was definitely out of control. He had used the "C" word. I replied, "You have to need, Seth. Not just want." Instead of sucking him in, I began to kiss him in wet, slow kisses all the way to his base. I buried my face in his sack and breathed. He smelled of pure aroused male. His state of arousal exhilarated me. And that is when we heard her. Seth's secretary was at the door with his morning cup of coffee. Instead of feeling the embarrassment I would normally, for some reason, I felt very bold and daring. At the exact moment Seth was frantically buttoning his shirt, I slid his maleness deep into the dark recesses of my throat. "Karen, please baaaaaaby, please, stop. Just for a minute," he growled in a voice thick with desire. I didn't even recognize the man before me. She knocked at the door and entered. I almost laughed out loud, but my mouth was too full to make a sound. I wasn't particularly worried because I knew Seth would have to handle the situation. I was hidden from view. He casually swung his swivel chair (and me positioned between his muscular thighs) under the front of his massive, mahogany desk. "Good morning, Mr. Jordan. How are you today?" Ms. Ridel asked. Seth merely cleared his throat for a moment and replied, "Hi, Judy. It's a little warm today, isn't it? I don't think I'll need that coffee this morning." Under his desk, I continued my ministrations. Dammit, he didn't have a problem answering her. How could he be talking about the weather while his cock was shoved six inches down my throat? With that thought, I suctioned his entire length and used my hands to massage his balls. I shifted until my wetness was brushing against his calf. Somehow, in my move under the desk, his slacks had ended up around his ankles. I slid my dripping flesh down his bare skin. His hair tickled my outer lips, and I almost moaned but quickly stopped. "Are you sure? It's decaf," she replied. "I'm sure," he barked impatiently, "I'm going to be fairly busy today. Please lock the door on your way out, cancel my morning meetings, and hold all calls." "Of course, Mr. Jordan." She quickly hurried from the room. I reached down to touch myself, and Seth slumped in his chair. It was terribly HOT in here. And he had lost his temper with poor Ms. Ridel. I could only smile. "Now to deal with you! What has gotten into you today?" Seth muttered under his breath. He reversed in his chair and pulled me back into view. He roughly grabbed me and pulled me up into his arms. "Get up here! I've got to taste you." His lips covered mine. He bit into my lower lip, punishing me. I moaned and grabbed his throbbing maleness. "Oh, no baby, you've had your fun! Now, it's my turn." I whimpered, my eyes widening. Perhaps, Seth was a little too out of control! I couldn't wait for what happened next. Seth grasped my chin firmly between his fingers and pulled me closer. His other hand tangled in my hair. His blue eyes searched my face, and only when his lips covered mine could I break his spellbinding stare. I could sense his confusion, frustration, anticipation, and pure animalistic lust. Seth definitely wasn't used to feeling this way. He devoured my mouth as his tongue tangled with my own. I knew he would do whatever it took to gain the upper hand. That knowledge exhilarated me. I moaned when he slid his muscular thigh between my legs. I eagerly brushed against him desperately needing him to touch my wetness. Finally, when I was breathless, he trailed his tongue down my neck. His hands moved to the clasp of my bra. I clung to him, weak in my excitement. My bra was quickly discarded as he began to feast on my exposed nipples. His hands cupped my full breasts, lifting them to his mouth. I urged him on with my sultry voice and excited moans. Suddenly Seth reached behind me and swept the contents of his desk onto the thickly carpeted office floor. His hands grasped me around the waist, and I whimpered as he moved me from my perch atop his thigh. "Seth, please, I want you! I need you inside of me." He merely laughed, his deep, sexy voice echoing. He knew he had me! When he dipped his mouth into my wetness, I lay back across his desk and eagerly lifted my hips toward his stroking tongue. He kissed me through my thong, lapping up the juices that had already soaked the silky material. I could feel his tongue brush against my swollen lips, and I used my hands to pull him closer. Needing more, I desperately shifted so that I could remove my panties. I needed to feel his tongue against my bare skin. Breathing shallowly, I held my lips open so he had better access to my clit. I felt his tongue push forward a few inches, circling the heat within. I thrust upwards, bucking wildly. His hands grasped my ass helping me in my effort to get closer. Just as I felt a climax building, he removed his tongue, and I angrily bucked against him again. I could tell he was punishing me for my earlier actions. "Calm down, baby, we'll get you there. I can feel your muscles clinching against my tongue. You want to cum, don't you? Your pussy is so tight, all hot and wet! Your smell and taste is enough to make me explode. I could stay down here all day, but don't you want my cock? Don't you need something filling you up? Think of how tight you'll grip me. Think of how hard and thick I will be. Imagine my cock stroking you." He used his voice to excite me even further as he began to kiss my clit again. His whole mouth suctioned my fattening pink flesh. I pushed against his shoulders and reached for his cock. He allowed me to grasp him, and I wasted no time in placing him against my dripping entrance. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him into me, very quick and fast. I screamed at the sensation. Then, needing to watch him, I opened my eyes and found him watching me. Seeing me this way pleased him. I wanted to arouse him even more, so I reached my hand down to my clit. His eyes followed my fingers. I stroked myself as he watched. "You're beautiful. Touch yourself, baby. Oh, god, to see you like this!" Seth murmured. He lifted my waist and began to stroke harder. I clenched my muscles against him, squeezing even tighter. I reached around with my free hand to cup his balls. I stroked them, urging him to a climax. Each time he entered, I pulled his balls firmly into the rounded cheeks of my ass. Feeling his skin against mine only heightened the pleasure. I could hold out no longer. I had to cum! I felt my whole body jerk in reaction to this one orgasm. My nipples hardened, my clit throbbed, my insides quaked, and I somehow needed to release all that had been building inside. Able to withstand it no longer, I screamed. Seth's whole body shook as he joined me. His warm juices filled every crevice. The hot feel of his squirting cum increased the vibrations inside of me. My muscles clenched involuntarily against him, as I climaxed again. My cries quieted, and Seth fell against my chest, soaked with perspiration, breathing heavily. "How many personalities do you have in there, Karen?" he finally panted, "And where in the hell have you been hiding her?" Giving Head We returned from the party and went upstairs. Cheryl slipped out of her black dress. Underneath she wore nothing but thong panties. Carla, my first wife, would have never been so casual about her nudity. And though my sex life with Carla had been exceptional in every way, she had an annoying habit of wrapping herself up in granny pajamas before she went to bed. Her odd modesty annoyed the hell out of me. Even after a vigorous blowjob, with her hand pumping my stiff shaft, her warm, wet mouth sliding up and down until it felt like she was swallowing me whole, even after she coaxed a huge burst of semen and eagerly gulped it down, she still bundled up against the cold before she went to sleep. I could do nothing to change her. My sleeping in the nude resulted only in bemused smiles. Late night attempts to slip my hands under her nightclothes merely aroused annoyed slaps. The first thing to attract me to my second wife was her ease at being looked at. Cheryl thought nothing of parading around the community pool in a tiny bikini. When I arrived for our second date after my divorce, she led me to her bedroom and dropped her robe. Underneath, she was naked. I was stunned. She carried on a casual (although mostly one-sided) conversation with me as she slowly dressed for dinner. The first time we had sex, Cheryl flung off her clothes and fell back on the bed with her thighs spread wide and urged me on top of her. The unencumbered view of her open glistening sex had me on the verge of orgasm even before I entered her. Cheryl was amazing in almost every way. Except for one thing: Cheryl would not give head. I'd asked her for blowjobs on a couple occasions and always received a shy refusal. And while she seemed to enjoy the attention I paid between her legs, and she showed no hesitation with masturbating while I watched, there was always a nervous tension when I took the first licks within her slick folds. And Cheryl never came during oral sex. That night, at the party thrown by our neighbors, with Cheryl dressed in a sexy black dress, we were surprised to meet my ex-wife Carla and her new husband. Chuck was a large man with a loud laugh, the type of man you expect to stumble awkwardly through a conversation. But was nimble enough to make the situation palatable for the four of us. On two occasions I caught Chuck ogling my new wife. And though my ex-wife often laughed nervously, she was in excellent spirits through most of the evening. Afterwards, Cheryl stood with her back to me, wearing only those tiny black panties. "Chuck seemed like a nice enough fellow," Cheryl said. She slid her panties down and dropped them in the hamper. My heart ached at the sight of her naked ass. And when she turned, the vision of her up-turned breasts and manicured pubes put me instantly on edge. I thought of Chuck eyeing her at the party. My prick straightened under the sheets. "Yes he seemed OK. Why don't you come to bed?" Her tits jiggled as she approached the bed. I threw back the covers to invite her in, but instead of lying down to face me, she stretched out with her feet at the headboard. Her head was at my hips and she gazed at my expanding erection. She licked her lips and looked at me. "I want to try it," she said. My heart raced. She lifted my cock between her fingers as if it were a Christmas tree ornament. "But I don't know how," she said, her voice a little a-quiver. "You'll do fine," I whispered. She pursed her lips and lowered them to the tip of my cock. Her moist lips parted as she slurped lightly on the very tip of my prick. "That's good," I urged, and she opened wider and sucked me deeper. Her mouth was full of warm spit, and I slid easily in. At first, she explored my cock with her mouth. Little licks and kisses and nibbles. She soon found a rhythm, bobbing tentatively up and down, synchronized with her fist on my shaft. For a first attempt, Cheryl was marvelous. I quickly climbed, completely out of control. My hips lifted, and I felt the blood rush. "I'm coming," I warned and exquisite pressure rushed to my groin. A huge pulse and she grunted in surprise. She lifted her head but continued to stroke as I emptied over her hand. She wiped her hand on the sheet and blinked rapidly. A tiny drop of cum glistened on her lower lip. I would've kissed her, but my heart raced uncontrolled. Cheryl shivered. She slipped quickly out from under the covers and skittered back to the walk-in closet. When she returned, she wore black satin pajamas. "Are those new?" I asked. "No, I've had them for a while," Cheryl said. "I'm just a little cold." She burrowed back under the covers and rolled to face me. "Good night," she yawned. I reached out and touched the satin material, and I felt my fatigue rise. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep, even sleep. Giving Head For The First Time This isn't a story so much as an account of the first time I gave a blowjob. I came to sucking cock a little late by today's standards. I was already 18 and in my first year of university. I'd just started seeing a guy, I won't say his name, but he's now my ex-boyfriend - long story. Anyway we were at his place. It was a share house close to the university which he shared with about three other guys. My guy was good looking but a bit of a geek. We were sitting together in his bedroom listening to some old Cure songs when we started kissing. Despite being a geek he was a good kisser and I was turned on enough to not push his hand away when he pushed it up my t-shirt and started massaging my breasts through my bra. My hand brushed over the front of his pants and I felt a hard lump in them and knew that he must have had a hard on. I wasn't one of those wait until you are married types but I'd always been a bit scared of going past kissing. He was getting more and more turned on though as he felt me up and I let him lift my shirt up and start kissing my C cup breasts through my bra. I felt him reach around my back and start fumbling around with my bra strap. Part of me was kind of scared where this was leading but another part wanted to find out. After what felt like ages he finally managed to unclasp my bra and he lifted it and my shirt up over my head in one swift movement. He seemed transfixed as he stared at my breasts, pushing them back and forth before finally moving his mouth on to my left nipple and sucking hard while his hand kneaded my other breast harder and harder. He kind of gently pushed me back down on to the bed as he suckled me then to my surprise he stood and quickly took off his pants. I won't lie, his cock was just average sized, maybe 5 inches long but even so was kind of scary looking to me. So hard and almost pulsing in front of him. He straddled me, moving his cock across my belly before rubbing it over my breasts. He slid it into my cleavage and pressed my breasts together and started to thrust it in and out of my cleavage. By this stage I was getting turned on for real. I was still scared but I loved how hard his cock felt between my tits and how this animal side of him had been released as he started groaning. His breathing was shallow and I don't think his eyes had left my tits the whole time. His thrusting cock started peaking out above the top of my tits and he seemed to be trying to thrust it closer and closer to my face. He let go of my tits and took me by the back of the head and raised me up into a sitting position before him on the bed. Now, without a word, he pushed his cock towards my mouth. I looked up at him and saw the most intense look of desire I had ever seen. I wondered what he would do if I said no. But luckily for him I decided to give him a little of what he obviously wanted. Keeping my eyes on him I opened my mouth just slightly and he took his chance. He pushed his cock into my mouth. It was a hot night and the first thing I tasted was his sweat. His cock was like a warm sweaty sausage in my mouth but super hard. He kept hold on the back of my head and started to slowly thrust his cock into my mouth. I was still looking up at him a bit shocked he had managed to get his cock into my mouth without even asking. He began thrusting harder as his grip on the back of my head grew tighter and that was the moment I found I loved to suck cock. I knew I could either fight back or go with it. All I had to do was give a quick bite and it would be over but instead something inside of me told me to just relax and go with it. Once I made that decision, to just completely submit to him, everything changed for me. I let myself be at his mercy and I've never found anything more exciting than knowing someone was getting off using my body. He reached down with one hand and started softly slapping my breasts to make them bounce while his other hand curled around my hair and he forced me to take his cock further into my mouth. It plunged down all the way into my throat and I gagged on it but he didn't stop pounding it into my mouth so I quickly had to learn how to stop myself from throwing up. Surrendering myself completely I put my hands behind my back and increased the suction of my lips around his shaft, all the while looking up at him as he stared at me with lust in his eyes. "Suck that cock you fucking bitch!" he said. I almost laughed to hear him say it. He was normally such a timid guy but suddenly this animal had erupted in side of him as his cock started fucking my face with an amazing intensity. I started letting out a low moan. At first I didn't even realise I was making the sound but I was becoming more and more turned on by the rawness of the encounter. I was totally under his control and I loved it. All my senses were focused on the feeling of his cock in my mouth. The way it smelt and tasted, the way my tongue flicked around the head of his cock as it pulled back to my lips and the look of hunger in his eyes. I was so lost in the moment I didn't even think forward as far as what would happen when he climaxed. I felt him tense up and both hands grip my head and push it down hard over his cock. I couldn't have pulled away even if I wanted to. He cried out like a roaring elephant, his one coherent word was "Swallow" and I felt warm liquid explode into my mouth. I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip and I had to let him cum in my mouth. A second wave flooded my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. His whole body seemed to tremble and he kept crying out as a third and fourth wave of salty cum landed on my tongue. Panting now he finally released the grip on my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I fell back on to the bed exhausted by strangely satisfied as I swallowed the rest of his cum in my mouth. I looked over at him and saw that his expression had changed. The lust was gone. Now he looked guilty and a little worried. "Sorry," he said. "What for?" I asked. "You know, cumming in your mouth." I didn't know what to say to that. He'd obviously gotten off on it and I have to say so had I. But now that he'd cum he was his old self again and I thought he might think I was a slut if I admitted it had kind of turned me on. I noticed he was looking at the corner of my mouth. "You've got some still there," he said and started reaching his finger towards my lip where some cum had leaked out of my lips. Before he could reach it I licked it off my lips with my tongue and swallowed it. I will never forget the look on his face when I did that. It went from horror to disgust and then finally he seemed to relax, like it finally registered that I actually liked it, and he smiled. I went to kiss him but he pulled back and I realised the salty taste of cum that lingered in my mouth was probably not something he was keen to share so instead I reached down lower and kissed his neck and then his chest. His hands went back to my head and at first I thought he was just going to hold me but he started pushing down on my head and I realised he was already after round 2...... Giving Head to a Woman Please vote and send Feedback and Comments!! I reply to Feedback! * You would think that, as a straight woman, I would have the least experience in going down on women on the site, and that may be true. I have gone down on a few in the course of group sex, but I am not really attracted to the cunt at all. What gives me authority to write this essay is my experience both in going down and in being gone down on. I have had my share of men. Some might say I have had more than my share. If you talk to some of my relatives, more than my share came at about two, which I hit at an age which we are not supposed to talk about on Literotica, but it was less than eighteen. I can't say that I have enjoyed every guy I have been with, since I started out with teenagers who had less than no clue what was going on, but all in all sex has been a very pleasurable experience for me. Why else would I do it so much? Oral sex is a little different story. I have had some REALLY bad oral sex experiences. Bad to the point where I had to say "okay, you are done." I am sure that none of the men (or women, let's be equal opportunity here) on this site are that bad, but I thought that I ought to give some pointers just so that we could avoid further mishaps. Okay, first, you don't just hit your knees and start with the oral sex. Start with the kissing and the feeling her up and the sucking her breasts . . . all this is terribly erotic and lets her know you are not just interested in her pussy. Kiss the neck and the stomach and act like she is the prettiest girl you have ever seen, because, just for tonight, she is. Make her feel like she is, and she will take YOU over the moon. So now you have her naked and spread before you and you are ready to eat her out. Who came up with that stupid term? If you dive in and start munching away at her clit it will be over before it has begun. Likewise, if you use too much delicacy, she will be asleep by the time you are through. Here is a step by step walk through of what to do. Take a deep breath, open your eyes, and let it out. The breath on her pussy actually feels good. No fear. Her pussy is a beautiful thing. Kiss her thighs, and lick and kiss her pussy lips. They are very sensitive, and she will get very aroused. Now. Part the flesh of her pussy and take a good look at where everything is. Every girl is different, so take a second to appreciate THIS one before you dive in and eat her. Now. You see the pearly bud toward the top of her slit? That is her clitoris. NO. Don't go munching on it like a piece of pie. That would be painful and never bring her to orgasm. Some talk about doing the ABC's on the clit (or around it), and that is actually a very good technique, but the key is to mix things up. At first the key is to work your way around the clit, only lightly touching it until it is fully aroused. Then, as she becomes more aroused, you will want to apply more firm pressure, and more direct pressure to it. When she comes the first time, assuming she is multi orgasmic, you will move on to other kinds of stimulation. This lesson is about the tongue, but the hands also help with cunnilingus. If you stuff your fingers up her and they are dirty and have hangnails, they can breed infection, however. If you want to finger her, take care to wash your hands and cut off any rough spots or hang nails that might scratch her. Start with one finger. Add a second, and, if you feel the need, a third. Crook your fingers a little bit in a "come hither" kind of action toward her belly button to try to catch her G-Spot. It really does exist, but every girl is shaped differently and each one is going to be placed in a little different place. You will know when you have found it, because it is a little bit different in texture-- spongy, or soft. Manipulating the G-spot can cause different reactions in different women. Some scream, some relax. Some even squirt! To all of them it should be pleasurable, especially during cunnilingus. While you give her the finger play, you can start really sucking on her clit. It should be fully erect by now, and the sucking action should really be incredible. While you suck, run your tongue over it in a flicking motion. I do not suggest the use of teeth unless you really know what you are doing, as biting too hard can really cause a lot of pain (just like your cock-- do you really want an amateur putting her teeth on your family jewels?). However, judicious use of teeth on her clit can send her to the moon and over, if you are gentle and do it sparingly. If you choose to tongue fuck her at this point, you are probably going to be one very tired boy. However, it is up to you. Be aware that, no matter how long your tongue is it is not a cock, so should not be used as such. Your goal here is to give her the maximum sensation around the vaginal opening, which you will best do if you move your tongue in circles. Your nose will probably press against her clit, bringing her more pleasure, and she will be grateful for the attention. As for ass play, it is up to you entirely. Personally, I love it. Having my ass tongued is incredibly erotic, and I have been known to cum from that alone. Again, concentrate on your strength, which will be the anal opening. Now for the coupe de grace. The best thing you can do for your girl, assuming she is into it, of course, is to finger her in both the ass and the pussy while sucking on her clit. Make sure she is okay with it and that you lube her ass properly, of course, but let me tell you the sensation is out of this world. Give her this and she will fuck your brains out, gentlemen. You still doubt me? Ah, I dare you to come try me.