I'd value any opinions - I've got four linked stories in mind, TAXI RIDE, THE APARTMENT, PUSSY PhD and this is the first half of EATING OUT
EATING OUT part one
you do the math - in that one year I must have spent days with my head between her thighs, my face buried in the sweet pungent mush of her pussy, feeding on her and brinking her orgasms in soft surfing waves of ecstasy before taking her through the first of many climaxes…
our sex always proceeded in the same way - I would go down on her for at least an hour with no penetration except for my tongue in her cunt or my thumb up her arse until she was fully ready - the cunnilingus was methodical and designed to stimulate her labia until they were engorged and stiffened with blood and her clitoris was erect and hypersensitised - I would bring her to orgasm several times with fine licking strokes along her lips from her anus to the hood of her clit, delicately sensing her bucking climax as it welled inside her until she doubled up crying aloud, desperate to have the satisfaction of penetration but having that pleasure withheld by mutual pre-agreement - sometimes, as she lay on her back, she'd pull her knees up toward her shoulders so that the splendour of her pussy was fully visible to me and her anus was more accessible to my tongue - I spent many hours in total tracing the striated muscle with the tip of my tongue before sinking a finger through the pliant sphincter and, whilst my tongue attended to her clit, fingering her soil, stirring and licking her to the oblivion of sweet orgasm - I adored the smell of her on my finger when I withdrew it and it was often enough to make the drops of precome start dribbling from my glans
bringing her off this way, repeatedly, without being allowed to dip my cock deep into her moist honey pot drove me mad with lust and sometimes, as I tongued her, I pulled a pillow beneath me and shafted it the way I wanted to shaft her until the spunk jettisoned from my balls into its downy haven - in those days I had juice enough to spare so that she wouldn’t miss out on a hefty splattering later in our session
our evenings followed a pattern - a light meal and a few glasses of wine and some conversation about our day - then I'd chase her to the bedroom trying to get a handful of her tits on the way, biting her neck, squeezing her beautiful arse, trying to slip a hand up her skirt from behind to get an early measure of her readiness - in the bedroom I'd spin her round and throw her onto her back on the bed, she giggling as she fell in anticipation of the oral pleasures she was due to receive and I'd kneel between her legs, pull up her skirt to reveal the treasure covered only by flimsy silk knickers - the soft smooth flesh of her thighs against my cheeks as I kissed and stroked up her legs, pulling her skirt fully aside to give me full access to all the areas and, as she began a soft murmuring, I would plant the first of many kisses on the silk and catch the first delicate chords of her scented sex musk
her pink lace-edged knickers were amongst my favourites - as my attention was drawn from caressing her thighs towards her concealed pussy I could follow from her mons veneris down to where the delicate outline of her labia began, the suggestion of her hooded clitoris still protected by folds of sensitive flesh, and then the double ridge down over where her cunny hole still waited unawakened and onwards, often a camel toe preceding her perineum and towards the dark treasure of her anus - a whole geography of exquisite tastes and sensations that lay in store for our next hour minimum - I became expert over that year at delivering divine cunnilingus to her so that when we had completed that part of our bonding the coupling sex that followed was, by degrees, rampant, animal, desperate, cruel and tender, complete and fully orgasmic - we penetrated every available orifice, both of us fucked and bloody by the end - falling to sleep bound together by our filth, blood and juices until the morning when we woke stinking, our lips still kissing tenderly, our bodies locked in a fetid caress
TO BE CONTINUED?
