Rita, The Clit Zapper, Chapter 2

by S. J.

I awoke, barely able to open my eyes, to the strong scent of cunt. I could never mistake that scent, even as I returned to consciousness. I knew it well from the numerous women and girls I had licked over the course of my life. I knew it from between my own legs, aware of it from early childhood.

It was as if the fragrance was intended to arouse me from my sleep, a remarkably superior substitute for smelling salts, completely capable of restoring me to reality. That it did, as the unique and more powerful aroma filled my nostrils and lungs as it had thousands of times before. But moreso.

This time seemed different, however, as I became aware that I was flat of my back, lying on the grass. Once I was able to move, I felt my head for bumps, only to find nothing amiss. At the same time I forced opened my eyes, the fragrance continued to fill my nostrils and lungs.

Staring at me through the blur was Rita’s cunt, with her small, naked figure straddling my face, literally towering over me. It was the young girl’s cunt that aroused me—now inches from my face. At the time, the only other sensations I was experiencing were the sounds of the waves crashing on shore and faint sounds of kids playing elsewhere in camp. It seemed as if we were alone.

Through the fog in my mind I could make out the shape of her labia, with the outer labia covered by numerous freely growing and untrimmed long dark hairs pushing against a pair of protruding, thick elongated inner labia, misshaped and multi-colored. She had the look of a woman of many years, not as I had previously learned, a 13-year-old girl. Her hair was also thick and long on her well-rounded pubic mound, with a sizeable triangle of hairs connected to a receding trail of even darker hair leading upward to her bejeweled, yet cavernous belly button, so seemingly out of place on such a young girl’s thin stomach.

I felt pleased that her cunt was hairy and untrimmed, and for some odd reason I was especially pleased that she was not a hairless younger girl, although I had had plenty of exploits with girls not yet old enough for sprouting hair there and elsewhere. Girls on the verge of womanhood fascinated me the most, displaying incongruous symbols of what is and what will be. I could not even imagine, at this age, if she achieved her blood time of the month. I could have guessed, but I chose rather to admire the beauty of the part of her body that faced me.

As I peered upward, I could see her ribcage showing through her pale skin, on the left and on the right, with developing breasts jutting firmly outward and somewhat upward, nicely separated with lots of chest in between. Her reddish, elongated nipples properly decorated her otherwise smallish breasts. Staring down at me was the beautiful face I found so enticing minutes earlier as I watched as her mother displayed her for me.

She was not smiling, though, as I might have expected. She had a look of intensity, of a woman during arousal, that time immediately preceding orgasm during which no purpose or need on earth could outweigh the demand for pleasure. She was gazing at me, but I did not think she was aware of anything other than my reaction to her cunt fragrance.

Without warning I felt pressure at my own cunt, although Rita’s body obscured my view of who was there. At that moment I sensed my legs were spread wide, open for anyone to take me. Then a mouth was pressing against me, seemingly flattening the thick bed of blond hair covering my cunt flesh.

I suspected the mouth belonged to Rita’s mother, but I couldn’t be sure. Much to my secretive embarrassment, I imagined they were the kind of daughter-mother predators rumored to exist in the lesbian world, intent on doing mysterious conquests. I really didn’t want to consider that possibility, however. Rather, I was hopeful than an audience had gathered to watch, but I couldn’t tell if anyone was watching.

I felt her force her tongue through the thick hairs shielding my clit and labia, parting the hairs right and left. Once my slit was wide open to her, my hair matted to either side using her saliva as glue, I could feel her lick it from top to bottom, sucking in my meaty inner labia as her mouth moved along the slit. She would alternate licking me and sucking on my labia. She would take my labia in her mouth, gently biting, and tugging on them, followed by simple actions of licking the lubricated folds of flesh up and down my slit. The woman’s actions seemed different from what others typically did to me during intimacy.

For some odd reason she was ignoring my clit. While I was indeed being stimulated, I wondered why she was avoiding it. Honestly, I had no sensation there, nor were there any sensations in my breasts, for that matter. I couldn’t tell if my clit still existed. Could it have withered due to being zapped? Might it remain, yet desensitized? I wasn’t sure I could live without a clit or with one having no feeling in it. Although I wasn’t to the point of panic, I had no answers for the many questions passing through my mind.

As quickly as I began concentrating on my clit, Rita moved her cunt closer to my face. “Taste,” she directed, in a girlish yet firm voice. “Drink,” she continued.

I knew exactly what she meant. With absolutely no effort, I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue, only to find that it immediately made contact with her slit. Effortlessly it entered through her hairs, between her thick lips, moving deeper into her cunt hole. It was as if my tongue had lengthened, now capable of providing a real tongue-fuck. I began to serve up my first tongue-fuck, slowly moving my tongue-fallus in and out of her. While I was no longer mindful of her directive to taste and drink, each time my tongue receded into my mouth I drew more and more of her liquid in. It was as if I had a dog-tongue, lapping at her liquid. I swallowed from time to time, sending her juices rushing into my belly. Her feminine fragrance continued to fill the inner recesses of my lungs like had never happened before.

At the same time my sexual arousal was increasing, I wondered about the absence of feelings in my own clit. I was more that mystified, since I had only received sexual pleasure before this encounter from clitoral stimulation. Was I being transformed in some way?

She pressed her cunt onto my face, receiving all of my probing tongue. At that moment, I felt more powerful that I ever had, but I wasn’t sure why. Rita’s mom was taking my cunt while Rita was giving me hers.

"Please, dear Goddess, don’t let this end,” I prayed.