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Cunnilingus

By: Wet Miranda



Cunnilingus. Pussy licking. Eating out. Muff diving. Whatever you call it, it is a wonderful experience to be on the receiving end of. But what is it like to be the cunnilinguist? Sure, a lot of sex stories talk about it. And a lot of you guys (And gals!) out there have licked pussy before. But I thought it would be fun to write a story with just the juicy parts...pun intended! No beginning, no end really, just a nice narrative from the point of view of the pussy licker. Although this is not an actual true story, it is gathered from bits and pieces of my memory from the many cunts I have licked over the years. Enjoy!

Miranda

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She looked beautiful, sitting on the red velvet sofa. Long blond hair, voluptious figure, large real tits, and long legs. She was wearing a button down blue tank dress. Her bare arms looked tan. She had bright red lipstick on, and dangling gold hoop earings. Sitting on the floor by her feet, I could see that she had on sheer white stockings. I had no idea what she was wearing under her dress yet, but I intended to find out soon enough.

It is not important how we met, or how we got into this situation. Sitting in her large living room, the only thing that mattered was what was about to happen. She had never had a lesbian experience before...but Rosalita was curious. Very curious. And I intended to satisfy her curiousity. "How different can it be, recieving oral sex from a woman instead of from my husband?" she might have been thinking. Rosalita, Rosalita...you have no idea what you've been missing.

Sitting on the floor between her legs, I massaged her feet. I was so hungry to taste her pussy, but she needed time to get over the initial shock of her first sexual encouter with another woman. Her hair was all messed up from our make-out session a few minutes before. She had never kissed another woman on the lips until earlier this afternoon, and I think she had liked it a lot, judging by how firmly she had kissed me back. At first she was a little shy, letting me make all the moves, but when my tongue had finally touched her tongue, she just melted, and embraced me as she eagerly Frenched kissed my mouth.

I realized that we hadn't even exposed each others skin yet, so I decided to introduce her to the pleasures of two naked female bodies together before I got to her juicy pussy. I reached under her dress and found the top of her stockings. First I unrolled the left stocking...I slowly peeled it down her leg. I repeated the process on her right leg. My head was buried under her dress...I could see she was wearing pink panties. Nice and feminine. I could smell her arousel...

I slowly kissed and rubbed her feet before returning to her side on the sofa. We sat down next to each other.

"How are you feeling, Rosalita?" I asked.

"Horny!" she answered.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I queried.

"YES! Yes, Miranda. I have fantasized about being with another woman sexually for so long now. I am very eager to experience this." As if to emphasize her point, she kissed my lips passionatly and stuck her hand under my white t-shirt. I realized that this was the first time she had felt another woman up.

"Do you like feeling my breasts, Rosalita?" I asked, breathing hard as she burshed my nipple through my black lacy bra.

"Yes, I want to feel skin."

"The clasp is in back." I lifted my shirt over my head to make it easier for her to undo my bra. As I tossed my shirt across the room, she reached around my back and undid the clasp. My breasts heaved out into the open, and I let her look and touch. I enjoyed the look on her face as she touched her first pair of breasts besides her own.

"Not as large as your's, Rosalita, but I think you'll enjoy them anyway!" I joked. She felt me up eagerly, getting a rise out of my nipples. She explored every square inch of my breasts with her fingertips, rubbing under my arms, squeezing my breasts together, and eventually tasting them with her hungry red lips.

I made her pause for a minute so she could undress. I wanted to see her naked. I wanted her to experience the feeling of having another woman lustily looking at her body.

She was not shy at first as she removed her dress. Standing in her pink bra and panties, she was no more exposed to my stares as she would have been in a bikini on the beach. But she hesitated before removing her bra; she knew another woman would be staring at her breasts with hunger. This was not like in a locker room after working out, she might have been thinking. This was stripping as foreplay...with another member of the same sex!

I smiled and told her it was O.K. She got over her initial shyness quickly, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She looked into my eyes.

"They're beautiful" I whispered. "So large and natural. You make me wet, Rosalita!"

Emboldened by my compliments, she shook her chest left to right, making her tits jiggle. To make her feel more comfortable with her increasing nudity, I removed my shorts and panties in one quick motion. I let her look at me in the nude as she stood inches away from me in her pink panties. She seemd hesitant to look below my waist, so I moved my hands down over my chest and down to my pussy as if to non-verbally encourage her eyes to follow my hands down. She shyly looked at my pussy.

"Rosalita, I want to see your pussy." She blushed when I said that. "Don't be shy, show it to me!" I pushed.

"I'm...I have a confession, Miranda. I'm not a real blond. My pussy hair is brown, and I haven't trimmed it as nicely as I should have for something like this."

"It's o.k., honey!" I touched her arm. "It's allright. Do you want me to remove your panties for you?" I offered.

"YES! Oh yes, I would love that, Miranda."

I smiled at her, and stuck my hands onto the waistband of her panties. I slid the pink panties down ever so slowly and teasingly. Down they went, exposing her pretty triangle of brown hair. She was frozen as I pulled them all the way down her legs and lifted her feet one by one to remove the clothing completly. I stood back a few feet to admire her naked body. She looked very embarrased as I eyeballed her figure up and down.

"Turn around, Rosalita. I want to see your ass as well!" She obeyed, slowly turning around. Her ass was larger than I had expected, and I couldn't help but to squeeze it in my hands. My touch on her ass caused her to moan. I led her back to the couch and sat her down in the center. I kissed her lips again, and I eased my body onto her lap.

Now she was experiencing her first brush of skin on skin contact as our naked bodies pressed together. I let her hands explore my body...she seemed especially eager to touch me in non-sexual areas, like my back and my legs. I let her touch. She hesitated at my red bush.

"Go ahead, you can touch there, don't be shy!" I took her by the wrist and guided her hand between my legs. She gently stroked my pussy.

"It's wet!" she said.

"Making out and feeling a naked body pressed against me for ten minutes will tend to cause that kind of reaction!" I laughed. She was warming up herself, and she laughed with me. "Go ahead, Rosalita. Explore your first pussy. See how it is different from your own.

She did just that, and slowly explored the folds of my pussy. She eventually stuck a finger inside, and I also felt her thumb on my clit. I began to pant and moan.

"Mmm...better stop before I come!" As much as I wanted to have an orgasm, I really wanted to bring her pleasure first. I turned the table on her, and touched her pussy.

"Oh...that feels good!" she gasped. "Your hands are softer than my husband's!"

"If you like my hands, Rosalita, wait until you feel my soft female lips and tongue down there!"

She giggled. I fingered her cunt, rubbing my hand over her bush and exploring the pink folds underneath. I kissed her lips one more time before starting a journey down her body with my lips. Her large nipples got rock hard in my mouth when I sucked them one by one. She especially liked it when I kissed the soft underside of her boobs while my hands explored the wetness of her pussy lips.

I reluctantly finished my oral exploration of her chest and slowly kissed my way down her stomach, stopping momentarily at her belly button. It was so cute, I just had to kiss it.

"Oh! That feels good" Rosalita moaned.

"Yeah, there are some nerve endings between the belly and the clit."

I finished kissing her belly button and began to kiss her pubic area. I could smell her arousal; her bush was hairy and wet with a combination of sweat from her thighs and female juices from her cunt. I inhaled the musky aroma and licked my lips in anticipation.

"Are you ready, Rosalita?" I asked her.

"Yes!" she screamed.

"Are you sure?" I kissed very close to her pussy lips, tickling her bare thighs with the tip of my tongue, my red silky hair in her lap.

"Yes! Please, Miranda, eat me out NOW!" she begged.

As much as I wanted to tease her, I knew she really needed it badly, so I gave Rosalita her first kiss on the pussy from another woman. My lips met her pussy lips as if I was giving her a French kiss. I made sure the oral sex was really wet and messy, getting saliva all over her lap. She clenched her legs around my head, wanting me to kiss her deeply between her legs. I decided it was time to really plunge into it.

I sucked one outer lip into my mouth hungrily and then the other before closing my lips over the entire area. Rosalita moaned loudly when my hot lips enveloped her entire cunt and I began to make out with her pussy. My tongue hadn't actually hit her clit yet; I was licking the inner folds of her pussy like mad as my lips deeply kissed hers. My fingertips brushed her bare thighs; I could feel goosebumps. She began to lift her hips up to my face, eager for me to use more pressure and eager to have her clit kissed as well.

Rosalita's pussy was hot to my tongue; she was absolutly throbbing with pleasure. I could feel her pulse between her legs as the blood flowed from her arousal. Her sticky juices were dribbling down my chin, and I knew she was ready for me to really go at it. I spread her cunt lips wide open with my fingertips to get a really good view. It looked lovely; there was brown pubic hair all around the thighs, and then a stark contrast when I viewed the inside. Spreading her even wider, I savored the view: glistening pink folds dripping with a heady mixture of my saliva and her sweet juices, a perfectly erect clit popping out of its hood, and a deep wide open hole in the middle of her vagina, dark and mysterious. I stuck a finger into her hole as deeply as I could, then I slowly closed my mouth around her folds again.

My tongue explored her clit for the first time, flicking up and down before starting a firm steady clockwise rotation. Her hips pushed her cunt into my face; I had to lift my nose up to get some air. Her legs clamped around my head rather tightly; I almost made her loosen her grip, but then I thought that it was a good sign if she was that into her first experience with another woman, so I let her do her thing.

I could hear her loud groans even though her thighs were partially covering my ears; she was making very intense moans of pleasure, along with very heavy panting. I kept finger fucking her as well, finding the fleshy little bump of her G-spot inside her cunt. I made a motion with my finger to stimulate her inside; this caused a wave of her juices to flow around my nose and lips.

I felt her excitement as Rosalita opened herself up for me, losing all her inhibitions, focused completely on the pleasures I was giving her. My tongue homed in on her clit, alternating between sucking and licking motions.

"Ohh!" she screamed. "Oh fuck!" Good, I thought. When a normally shy woman starts yelling "Oh Fuck!" it is a sign I am doing my job well. I made some noises myself to encourage her.

"Mmm...your pussy tastes fucking sweet! I love to eat hot pussy," I said the best I could while my mouth was between her legs. "Oh, eating you out makes my OWN pussy wet! I'm masturbating right now!" I wasn't lying, my left hand had traveled between my own legs.

"Ahh...Oh my God! Miranda...Uh...UH! Oh Oh OH!" Rosalita was panting and moaning very intensely. Finally she stopped speaking in verbal words and all I could hear were primitive grunts and heavy breathing.

"Uh...UMM! Ohh...UHHHHH!!"

Her pussy began to quiver; my eyes looked down and I saw the lips of her pussy contracting and expanding rapidly. Her cunt tightly gripped around my finger, and her juices nearly drowned my mouth and nose as I eagerly dove in to get her off completly.

She let out one extremly loud gutteral moan, and then all hell broke loose as she sweat profusely and her orgaasm ripped through her body. Her legs kept clamping around my ears, and her pussy orgasmed on my finger. I sucked and sucked her clit, milking all the honey from her hot red cunt. I lapped at her clit and pussy lips as she rocked her hips up and down. I didn't stop until she gently pushed my mouth away as her clit became too sensetive in it's post orgasmic state. I moved my attention away from her pussy and lovingly kissed the soft flesh of her thighs as she came down to earth. Her pussy kept contracting involuntarily for a few moments.

"Thank you!" she sighed. I got up from my position on the floor between her legs and lay down on the sofa by her side. I looked Rosalita in the eyes. I wanted to ask her how she liked her first lesbian experience, but instinct told me to be quiet and let her sort out her feelings before I talked to her. Instead of responding verbally to her, I looked deeply into her big blue eyes. I brushed her long blonde hair out of her face, and brought my lips close to her mouth. Rubbing my fingertips through her hair, my mouth made contact with her lush red lips. I softly kissed her mouth and touched her tongue with my own tongue...letting her taste her own juices. I melted my naked body into hers as I let her taste her own arousal on my mouth as I greedily French kissed her...


Cunnilingus



Several years before my marriage, I met a young woman who had experienced much in life - for her age - but hadn't known the greatest pleasure of all until we met. 

This is the story of that first experience for her.

I had seen her at work a few times, she was eye-catching to say the least. Her vivacious smile, friendly attitude and empathetic charm made her the type of person who lights up a room when she walks in.

She was younger than me by quite a few years - all of my colleagues seem to be younger - but she was poised and mature well beyond her years. Our conversations were professional and business-related, but by exchanging a word or two here and there about our personal lives we got to know each other better over the next several months.

She didn't work for me, so I didn't see her every day, but I found myself thinking about her on the days when she wasn't around. When she attended meetings with my team, she would usually hang around the conference room after everyone else had departed as I shutdown the projector and gathered my things. We would chat for a few minutes about this and that, and I found myself inviting her to more meetings than necessary, just so we'd have those few minutes together afterward.

After one such meeting she asked me if I could spare a few minutes to speak with her privately about a personal issue at lunch. I knew that several of the men at work wanted to date her, but she'd previously confided in me that she hadn't been "satisfied" with any of the dates she'd accepted and thus had not dated in several months. I assumed she wanted to talk about that subject again. 

We agreed to meet at a restaurant a few blocks away. Once there the conversation quickly turned personal, as she asked me a number of detailed questions about the circumstances of my personal life. I was a bit surprised at her forthrightness, but also found it refreshing to talk with a woman again about something other than work.

Finally, remembering that she had asked to speak with me, I apologized for being the focus of our conversation and asked her to share what was on her mind.

She leaned a little closer to me and asked me if I remembered talking to my doctor on my cell phone while at lunch in this very restaurant a few days ago. I was very surprised, because I remembered the call and I also remembered the subject; we were talking about my erectile dysfunction. After I had concluded the call that day I looked around a bit sheepishly. I was so caught up in the conversation that I forgot about my surroundings. I was relieved to see that no one was sitting within earshot; or so I thought.

In fact my coworker had been sitting in the booth right behind me, our heads less than six inches apart, and she'd heard my doctor's voice as well. Now, as I stared at her with a goofy expression on my face, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I could only give her an embarrassed smile and shrug my shoulders. I apologized if she'd heard anything too personal; anything that might have offended her.

She looked straight into my eyes and said that she certainly wasn't offended, she was intrigued and impressed. She said that she'd always liked me, but now she admired me. Admired me? 

Yes. She specifically remembered me telling my doctor that I didn't "need" to have an erection to satisfy a woman. That I loved performing cunnilingus far more than I'd ever loved intercourse and that my tongue was the only sex organ I needed.

"Was that true", she inquired? "Do You really enjoy licking a pussy more than fucking or getting a blow job?" Her forthright salty language broke down the natural inhibitions I have when talking to a young lady and I grinned at her.

"Yes, it's true, in fact it's my passion. It's the most pleasurable intimacy a couple can experience." I told her.

She said that almost all of the young men that she'd dated had been completely ignorant on the subject of female anatomy. They knew where they wanted to stick their cocks, but other than a general sloppy licking, really had no idea how to please a woman with their mouth and tongue. 

She was impressed by what she overheard from me because she heard me tell my doctor with absolute confidence that I could please a lady with my mouth alone, and that this was my "absolute favorite" activity. She couldn't believe what she was hearing and knew that she had to find out more, hence this conversation.

Every guy she dated, even the "nice" ones, expected her to go down on them, but only a couple were willing to reciprocate. Those few made her feel good but never stayed at it long enough for her to climax. She admitted that she always felt a bit uncomfortable too. No matter how willing they were, she always had a nagging suspicion that they were doing it out of some sense of obligation or fairness.

She often fantasized about a gentle selfless lover who considered oral sex something more than foreplay. Someone who actually enjoyed licking a woman and had the stamina to drive her through multiple orgasms. She confided that she often masturbated to this fantasy and "came in buckets" when she did.

I reached across the table and gently covered her hand with mine. I looked directly into her eyes and spoke softly. I confirmed that her experiences were common. Very few men live for the pleasure of making love to a woman only with their tongue. For those that do there's a slang term; they're called "Love Lickers" and looked down upon by other men because they'd rather use their tongue than their penis. At my age I'm very comfortable with my masculinity. There's nothing to prove and I have no issues with my confidence or ego. This belief gives me incredible power; it enables me to give a woman something that those young men won't ever come close to doing.

"Really?" She asked, how could I make such a bold statement?

I explained that when a man is passionate about something he becomes devoted to his passion; he is single-minded of purpose and shuts out all of the distractions from the world around him. This dedicated focus, when combined with decades of experience, self-assurance and inexhaustible stamina is what I possess, and it gives me this self-confidence.

Her eyes were sparkling with mischievous energy and desire as she wrote her address and phone number on a card. While handing it to me she said "I'm not sure if I believe you, because it sounds too good to be true. If it is true and I pass up this opportunity to experience it, I'll always look back with regret. Although I'm young, I've convinced myself that life is too uncertain and short to pass up opportunities. Specifically, this opportunity to indulge myself and feel this kind of pleasure. I'm curious and horny, so visit me tonight after work and prove yourself."

Arriving at the appointed time that evening, she met me at the door to her apartment, fresh out of the shower and wearing a bathrobe. She offered me a class of water and we sat and made small talk for a few minutes.

Finally the conversation steered around to the purpose of my visit. I suggested that she go into her room, remove her robe, dim the lights and turn on whatever music would help her to relax. I told her to lay on her stomach on her bed. 

"My stomach?" She asked.

"Yes, you've been working hard and you're touch-deprived since you aren't dating right now. Humans need the gentle touch of other humans, and I'm going to start with a back rub. This will ease the tension that has built up in your neck and shoulders from work. Sometimes the tension is so subtle that you don't know it's there until someone massages it away. So, lay down on the bed naked and relax, I'll take a shower and be back in a few minutes."

After a hot shower I softly entered the darkened room and could just make out her magnificent shape - face down on the bed. I rubbed my hands together to warm them and bent down close to her ear. "Close your eyes and empty your mind. Focus on my hands as they glide over your back and ease the tension out of your muscles."

Slowly, yet firmly, my hands rode from the top of her shoulders to the small of her back. I used my fingers and palms to apply slight pressure and ease the tightness. Her sighs of relaxation told me I was doing the trick. She was living in the moment and simply enjoying the sensations of pleasure imparted by my strong, yet gentle hands.

After a few quiet minutes of caressing her back, I worked my hands down over her ass. I firmly cupped a cheek in each hand and massaged them with a circular motion. She tensed a bit as I started this; a natural reaction, despite the circumstances leading up to this moment. 

Think about it. 

Here she was: lying before someone completely naked while he massaged her ass. It's an erotic experience. If it's done right you're going to get turned on and our culture still considers this somewhat taboo. However it doesn't take long for desire to overcome social boundaries and body language doesn't lie. As I caressed and fondled her ass, her hips began to rise and gyrate slightly - a choreographed dance of desire.

I leaned forward and softly kissed her in small of her back. I continued up, kissing her back and stretching out my tongue for long, slow licks up along her spine. She gasped the first time I did this, and shuddered a bit too, but I could tell she wanted me to continue. This was a novel experience for her, but it's novelty added to its eroticism, and her desire was building.

Like many determined women in their twenties, she had a degree of youthful impatience, which caused her to turn over on her back and spread her legs. She reached out with both hands to grab my head and forced my face into her steaming and aroused pussy, saying "Lick me, lick me now! I want your tongue on my pussy!"

Not wanting to tease her - but to prolong her pleasure - I pulled my head away and kissed the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. Again I used my tongue to lick the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, from her knee to her mons vulva. She shuddered again, no one had ever done this either and it was driving her crazy with desire. I hadn't yet caressed her pussy with my tongue, but she was more turned on than she'd ever been and wetter than she thought possible. 

I kissed the inside of her left thigh and once again traced a path upward with the tip of my tongue, slowing a bit as I got close to the center of her womanhood, then licking with increased pressure along the perineum, causing her hips to to rise off the bed again.

"Lick me, dammit!"

I laughed softly to myself and, putting my hands on the insides of her thighs, gently spread her legs as far as they would comfortably go. I then slowly swept my tongue from bottom to top, the length of her pussy, causing another shudder to radiate through her body - for a brief moment I thought she'd climaxed!

"Oh God, yes! Lick! Lick more! Lick faster!"

"Your wish is my command, dear lady." And I buried my face in her crotch. The first licks were long. Long and slow. 

From bottom to top, with my tongue flat and broad across her open labia. Steadily and firmly, I licked her over and over again, pulling my tongue away just shy of her clitoris. 

Her clit was poking out of its hood, fully engorged and begging for attention. I knew if I touched it with the tip of my tongue it would be all over - I'd send her over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm - crashing like storm waves upon the shore. I wanted that to happen, but not yet. Bringing a woman to one orgasm is not unique; bringing her to several - slamming through her body in wave after wave, while she squirts like a fire hose - is the pleasure I wanted her to know.

I continued licking upward, varying from the center by alternating licks along each side of her mons - to cover every inch with my tongue. By this time my face was drenched in her juices and I was able to savor that special nectar that only an aroused woman can give.

Finally I could sense that the time was right. Her mind was in that special place, that heaven where only the sensations of pleasure are felt. She was drenched with desire, sprawled flat on her back, breathing fast and moaning with lust. In the dim light, beads of sweat glistened on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and poking out as her breasts heaved up and down.

On the next lick I passed over her clit. Then another. With the third lick I stopped on her clit and I wiggled the tip of my tongue on it for a few seconds. I pulled away for a brief count and then did it again. She grabbed my head with both hands and held it down to her pussy, saying "Yes, there, there. Don't stop! Lick my clit! Suck on it! Make me cum!!!

And so I did! I bore down on her clit with my tongue and started licking in a frenzy. Faster and faster and faster! She was holding my head in place, but her hips were bucking off of the bed, literally fucking my face with all the force she had. I could feel her impending climax building - her hips rose up she arched her back and started to scream "Yessssss! Yes! Yes, oh fucking hell, yes! 

She went over the edge, like a rowboat over Niagara Falls, and fell into the abyss of a mind-warping climax! Over and over again she bucked and rode every wave - she later described it as bolts of lighting that went from my tongue on her clit, up her spine, through her heart and out the tips of her nipples - a whole body orgasm.

It took several minutes for her to come back to Earth. We lay there together, my face between her thighs, in that blissful post-orgasmic world. I didn't lick her, knowing from experience just how sensitive a woman is at moments like this. I just enjoyed the warm, soft pillow that her mons had become as I too caught my breath. Although I didn't cum, at moments like this I feel as if I did so vicariously. The special intimacy of touching her with my tongue allows me to feel and experience her climax in a way that intercourse never does.

When I sensed the moment was right, I began to softly lick again, leaving her clitoris alone for the moment and simply savoring the nectar of love. After a few minutes of this her arousal began again and she guided my face between her thighs. 

She said "I've never cum more than once - and sometimes not even that - with any man. I feel completely drained and can't believe you're not exhausted. But by licking me again, I'm getting turned on, so either stop, or be prepared to finish what you've started."

"Oh, I'm prepared alright, I'll be licking you until you push me away!"

She said, "After what you've just done to me, I believe you, so get your face in the saddle, cowboy!"

Actions speak louder than words; I covered her pussy with my mouth and continued doing what I love best.

Her second climax came sooner and was less intense, but she still rode my face like there was no tomorrow. I avoided her clit for several minutes, aware of just how sensitive it is. When I turned my attention to it however, I barely teased it with a couple of flicks of my tongue as she went over the top and into the abyss of a second orgasm!

Being less intense, she didn't need as long to recover. When she was ready, I brought my mouth to bear - covering her lips with mine - and worked my tongue up inside her pussy, swirling it in a steady circular motion. My upper lip was brushing her clitoris and in less than a minute she exploded into her third climax.

After a brief respite I lifted her legs over my shoulders and nuzzled my chin into the very bottom of her pussy. From this angle I was able to extend my tongue farther inside her, lapping away past the inner vaginal lips. My nose was buried in there as well, and her clitoris was riding in the saddle over the bridge of my nose. By riding my face like this she was receiving a sensory overload of pleasure. My tongue was filling her and my nose was caressing her clit...in less than a minute she tripped over the top into another mind-blowing climax and drenched my already soaked face with more of her juices.

It went on like this for some time. I got to the point where I could read her like a book. I knew exactly where to lick, how fast or slow, and the amount of pressure to apply before sending her over the edge. By this time she had long since given up any resistance or inhibitions. She was riding my face as if her life depended on it and going with the flow, as waves of pleasure slammed through her body.

Finally, completely drained, she gently pushed my face away and said "No more. You proved that you were telling the truth, but I can't take anymore!"

I smiled as I sat up. I went into the bath and ran a washcloth under the water until it turned hot. I thoroughly twisted out the excess water until it was just warm and damp. Returning to her bedside I gently washed her vagina and between her legs. I rinsed it out and repeated it a few times as she simply lay there, in a state of bliss but completely spent. After I left she'd take a long hot bath, but for now it would do. We lay cuddled beside each other for a while, not speaking, but simply enjoying the warm sensation of one another's body.

Time disappeared, so I don't know how long it was before I rolled over and gently caressed her breast, bringing my mouth to her nipple and teasing it with my tongue. She let me play for a few seconds before she pushed me away with a laugh, saying "No, I told you no more! You're going to kill me with pleasure. As much as I hate to say it, you need to leave."

I laughed and got up to take a shower. "Okay, m'Lady, your wish is my command!" "But next time I'll apply my talented tongue to your breasts and nipples, which were ignored today. I'll give you pleasure you've never known before!"

"After today, I believe you, but it will have to wait, kind Sir."

I simply smiled and headed for the bath...

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Gentle reader, I hope you enjoyed this attempt at erotic literature. This story is fiction, yet built upon experiences I have had over the years, describing a few of the many techniques I've applied. It describes my ideal sexual encounter: licking a woman to as many orgasms as she can stand. A man who is in tune with the subtle signals that emanate from a woman's essence, coupled with the talent to apply his tongue just the right way, in the right place, for the right number of licks, will take his companion further down the path to pleasure. Perhaps further than she has ever gone before. 



Cunnilingus: A Short History



Somewhere in the world, at every moment, a woman is discovering the joy of it for the first time. Tags: Cunnilingus, Facesitting, Straight sex, Lesbian sex.

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100,000 BC: First lick

She had no name: names had not been invented yet. There are lots of things that hadn't been invented then: not only cars, televisions, and cell phones, but also wheels, shame, clothing, and God. She and her people spoke a very simple language. There was, for example, a noun meaning "saber-tooth cat," and this, by coincidence, was also a verb meaning "run!" - the world's first homonym. There was also a word for "woolly mammoth," and closely related words meaning "grab your spear" and "time to eat."

There was a special word, too, spoken only by women, meaning "come fuck me," similar to the sound a woman makes even today when she's naked, and her arms are wound about her lover, and her vagina is warm and wet, and she's impatient to have his penis inside her. That word has changed hardly at all over the last hundred thousand years.

The woman was speaking this word now as she reclined beneath a tree in the warm afternoon, legs spread to advertise her wares. She had very little sense of self, but she had a vague notion that she was young, pretty, and fertile, and a sort of expectation (hope had not been invented yet) that a man of the clan would soon heed her call.

A nameless man was squatting with his back to her, banging at a piece of chert with an antler. He turned, looked at her briefly, and went back to his work. Neither disappointed nor discouraged, she said her word louder so that men farther off might hear and respond to her need.

After a time that she thought neither long nor short, a young man emerged from among the trees, attracted by the word she had spoken - aroused, too, to judge by the condition of his penis. He approached warily - just yesterday a woman had boxed his ears for presumption when he'd tried to mount her. Inexperienced but learning quickly, he had made a mental note to look for signs of welcome before attempting to mount a woman again.

This one simpered as she repeated her word still louder and spread her legs wider to show him her moist and engorged parts. He took these gestures as encouraging signs and came nearer, unable to look away from her damp pinkness, which she was rubbing now with three fingers of one hand.

Not an arm's length away, he squatted in front of her and sniffed, checking for the odor of estrus. Unsure, he bent closer, breathed deeply and grunted in satisfaction.

If things had taken their normal course, the woman would now have turned around and presented her hindquarters to him so he could mount her.

But at this very moment, somewhere near the edge of the village, a man shouted the word for "woolly mammoth." This word is difficult to represent in writing: suffice it to say that if a man spoke it in your presence today, you'd feel an immediate impulse to pat him on the back.

In response to the man's call, men and women all over the village shouted this word, though with a subtle difference: they shouted it with a falling pitch ending in a sort of growl. Pronounced this way, the word meant "grab your spear."

The young man crouching between the woman's legs froze in indecision. Hunting the mammoth was important: it would feed the clan for many days. On the other hand, he was feverishly horny, having had no sex for what seemed a very long time, and reluctant to abandon his current project.

The woman was uncommonly bright (though the concept "bright" had not yet been invented) and immediately knew how to influence events in her favor. She grabbed him behind the neck and pulled his face down to her crotch, moaning "grab your spear" with a sexy growl (she had, by the way, just invented the metaphor - linguists and literary critics take note).

With his face planted in her wide, wet cleft, the estrus smell was stronger than ever, and his penis pulsed with his arousal. He grabbed it, just as she'd told him to, and pumped himself as he breathed her in.

"Time to eat," she called, this being the "woolly mammoth" and "grab your spear" word, but with a rising pitch, ending in a shriek.

Obediently, he opened his mouth and licked her slick and sopping wet slash from vagina to clitoris - and was instantly rewarded with a flavor so salty, so rich, so far exceeding the flavors of the grubs, nuts, and woolly mammoths that were the ordinary constituents of his diet, that he felt himself transported to new realms, he knew not where (thus was the first seed of religious devotion planted - theologians take note).

The woman held his head in place with strong hands that had skinned mammoths and cracked the bones of antelopes. "Yah!" she cried, a whole new word meaning both "feels good" and "eat me." Women continue to say this word to their lovers even today, and the meaning has changed little over the millennia.

Sliding sideways away from the tree she'd been leaning against, the woman fell on her back and thrust her pelvis upwards, grinding her sex against the man's mouth. The feeling of his lips sliding across her tender membrane, his nose and tongue jamming her clitoris, was so fine - and better yet, she was in control in a way she'd never been before, when men fucked her for a few seconds, came inside her, and left: now she could make it last as long as she wanted.

The cries of the people pursuing the mammoth were receding into the distance by the time she came, a huge orgasm that tore scream after scream out of her as she bucked, pummeled his back with her heels, and tore at his flesh with her nails. Only when she was calm again did she turn and allow the somewhat shaken young man to mount her.

Thus did a nameless woman invent cunnilingus. I rate her up there with Plato, Leonardo da Vinci, and Sir Isaac Newton for her contribution to human happiness.

3,000 BC: Power pussy

Some say Semiramis was the daughter of a fish-goddess and was raised by doves. For my part, I find the fish-goddess part plausible enough, the dove part less so. She was the wife of the first Assyrian king Ninus, and she ruled the kingdom after his death. Many historians (men, of course) have called her a slut. I say "You go, girl!"

Little was known about the reign of Semiramis till recently, when Abu Nuwas al-Hasan ibn Hani al-Hakami, Professor of ancient studies at the University of Baghdad, succeeded after many years in reconstructing a chestful of fragmentary clay tablets which proved to contain the original autograph of her diary. Following is an excerpt from the entry for the first day of her reign.

"I was closeted in my chamber, deep in mourning for my beloved Ninus, turning over in my mind with what pleasure I had often sucked his usaru in the moonlight under the great cedar in the palace garden. Ah me! Where will I ever find his like? Such kingly length, such regal girth! His very foreskin savored of nobility, not to mention the enormous quantity of his seed as it gushed into my mouth, my kuzbu, or, occasionally, my qinnutu. His magnificent potency gave me my beloved son Adad-Nirari, who will one day rule the people with strength and wisdom. He will crush his enemies and level their cities, slaughtering the men and enslaving the women (strange how even at such a dark time as this, one is capable of pleasurable thoughts).

"Suddenly a loud pounding on my chamber door jolted me out of my reverie.

"'Go away!' I shouted, for I was, as I've said, lost in mourning, and besides, it occurred to me that my gown was hiked up and my fingers were performing a nigut raqadi on my kiptu. This was a private moment.

"'Celestial Queen!' a male voice cried. 'Your Divine Presence is required in the Great Hall!'

"'Get somebody else!' I called through the door. 'I'm busy!' My kiptu was already shrinking, my kuzbu drying up, and I was getting pissed off.

"'Only the Most Holy Ruler of Heaven and Earth can help us!' The man choked out his words between sobs.

"'I'm not a ruler! I'm just a queen!'

"'You're all we've got, Celestial One.'

"'This had better be important,' I grumbled, 'or I'll have you beheaded.'

"I let my gown fall and opened the door. The High Priest and Royal Advisor was groveling on the floor - or maybe he'd been peering under the door.

"'A dispute has arisen, oh Divine Queen, and you must judge the case.'

"I sighed. I knew nothing about the law, less about judging cases, but, wondering why this was so fucking urgent, followed the High Priest down endless passageways to the Great Hall, where my beloved Ninus had so often dispensed his divine justice. Two noblemen were standing before the throne, glowering at each other as perhaps a hundred people looked on, hoping for entertainment.

"'These lumps of rotten meat are Akhiban and Shar-Eil, oh Holiest of Holies.' said the High Priest. He explained the suit. One of Akhiban's cows had strayed onto Shar-Eil's land and had spent a whole day grazing there. When Shar-Eil confronted Akhiban about this, he agreed to compensate him for the grass the cow had eaten, but they couldn't agree on an amount. During the current drought, the price of fodder has been increasing day by day. Akhiban offered to pay the price of the fodder on the day the cow had grazed, but Shar-Eil insisted that Akhiban pay the price of the fodder on the next day, when he had discovered his loss. The difference amounted to the twentieth part of a shekel.

"'I appeal to the all-wise Semiramis for justice,' said the men in unison.

"'The peace of the realm depends on your judgment,' added the High Priest and Royal Advisor.

"What was I to do? I knew nothing about the price of fodder. I had no idea who was right and who was wrong, but longed ardently to return to my chamber and resume my mourning.

"Then it occurred to me that I could decide the case and honor my dear Ninus's memory at the same time.

"'Are the two of you familiar with the ancient Bissuru-lisanu ordeal?' I asked.

"'No, Divine Majesty,' they both replied.

"'Then you are ignorant swine,' I said, starting to enjoy myself. 'In the ancient Bissuru-lisanu ordeal, the parties to a lawsuit take turns licking the kuzbu of the Divine Ruler, and whoever pleases her most wins.'

"The High Priest said, 'How can this be an ancient ordeal when we've never had a ruler with a kuzbu before?'

"'Take this man away and fling him into the dungeon,' I said. 'I'll deal with him later.'

"As the guards hauled the struggling priest away, I looked around the room and spotted a young nobleman with muscular calves, a narrow waist, broad shoulders, chiseled features, and flashing eyes. 'What's your name?' I asked him.

"'I am Matnu, oh Queen whose beauty shakes me to the very root of my usaru,' said the young man.

"'We'll discuss my beauty and your usaru later,' I said. 'You're the new High Priest and Royal Advisor. Do you have a shekel on you?'

"'I do,' he said, and withdrew a coin from a purse that hung suggestively from his belt.

"'Heads and Akhiban goes first, tails and it's Shar-Eil.'

"Matnu flipped the coin: it was tails.

"'Oh Heavenly Majesty,' said Shar-Eil. 'Never even with my wife . . .'

"'Then do you forfeit the suit?' I asked.

"'Never!' he snapped.

"I raised my gown and said, 'Come and get acquainted with your queen's kuzbu.'

"The people in the hall were jostling each other trying to get a good view between my legs. I don't blame them: that part of me really is worth seeing. My lipissati are fat and succulent, and between them my pink folds are long and symmetrical. My attendants shave, rouge and perfume my kuzbu every day to ensure that it's always beautiful. Dear Ninus only had to glance at it, and his usaru would grow to mammoth size.

"Looking as if he were being led to his execution, Shar-Eil advanced to between my legs, knelt, and bowed his head towards my crotch. He was old and stupid, but I was turned on by the idea of being eaten out in front of a crowd: never before had I had sex with more than a dozen or so servants and nobles in attendance.

"Impatient with his hesitation, I grabbed him by the forelock and yanked his head down to me. 'Put out your fucking tongue,' I hissed, 'and lick my kiptu.'

"He squeezed his eyes shut, stuck out his tongue, and licked. Doing it this way was pretty clumsy, but it was hot anyway - not only his tongue sliding in my slit from my hole up to my kiptu, but also my knowing he was doing this because I was making him. For the first time in my life I had real power: I could make things happen!

"'Oh, yah, eat me, babe,' I moaned as his warm breath ruffled my pubic hair. He was gradually getting into this, and I figured that whether he won the suit or not, I was doing him a big favor, teaching him a new way to please his wife.

"Really, though, his heart wasn't in it. I have any number of slaves who could do it much better. Eventually I got bored and decided enough was enough. 'Next!' I commanded.

"Akhiban was even older than Shar-Eil, and fat, but better dressed. He took his place between my legs and gazed admiringly at my kuzbu, demonstrating his taste and refinement.

"'Your beauty has captivated my heart, oh Queen,' he breathed. 'Your lips drip nectar, honey and milk; you are an orchard of pomegranates and all other fruits, of nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon . . .'

"'Enough!' I said. 'Enter my garden, and eat.'

"He bowed his head to my kuzbu and ate the honey from my honeycomb, slick and plentiful. His lips were soft as lambs' wool, damp as the morning dew, and the heat rose within me, from my kuzbu, like the life-giving sun on a summer day.

"But while I felt Akhiban's lips and tongue between my thighs, it was Matnu I was looking at. His head was the finest gold, his hair was wavy, his eyes were like doves and his cheeks were beds of sweet-smelling herbs. Standing back where only I could see him, he made a lascivious gesture, as if he were jerking off an enormous usaru.

"I imagined him stripping for me and showing me his usaru: I'd hold it in my hand, feel its warmth, feel it grow. I'd take it in my mouth and savor the lovely salty drops that would leak out of it. He'd eat my kuzbu, lively eyes peering at me over my mound as his tongue plowed my fertile valley. Then I'd take him in my hand and guide him into me . . .

"Akhiban's lips were closed over me and his tongue tickled my kiptu as he sucked gently: oh, the man knew how to eat a queen. But it was when Matnu, grinning, put out his tongue and licked the end of his long nose that I came, shrieking and thrashing.

"It took me a while to recover my breath. When I could speak again I announced, 'Akhiban wins the suit.' The crowd broke into applause as Shar-Eil, scowling, handed his opponent a copper coin.

"It won't be easy serving as regent till my son comes of age, but I think I can handle the duties reasonably well. And though I often feel crushed by the loss of my Ninus, I'm starting to believe I'm strong enough to bear the sorrow."

600 BC: Lust on Lesbos

"It's a beautiful poem," said Atthis, "but I can't say I understand it." She sat on the couch's edge, frowning at the papyrus in her hands.

"Perhaps," said Sappho, leaning back against the cushions, "to perceive its beauty is understanding enough."

"You are kind," said Atthis, "but still I'd like to know. Take this stanza: 'The stars around the full moon lose their lovely brilliance when she shines silver over all the world.' It's perfectly true, you can't see the stars near the moon, but why mention this in a love song?"

"Because," said Sappho, running a carefully manicured finger over the polished wood of the couch, "when my love is near, I am unable to perceive anyone else's beauty."

"I'd like to know this love of yours," said Atthis.

"You do," said Saphho, smiling, "very well."

"Such mystery!" Atthis shivered despite the night's warmth. "Now this one: 'Come, Aphrodite, and serve delightful nectar from the golden cup.' Nectar is delightful, of course, but why reduce Aphrodite, our noble goddess of love, to a serving girl?" 

"Why, Aphrodite serves us whenever we taste the body's delights," said Sappho.

"I'm afraid you've lost me."

"Tell me," said Sappho, sitting up and leaning a little forward, "which part of your body is most like a cup?"

"The mouth?"

"The mouth is indeed like a cup," said Sappho, touching her friend's lower lip with a delicate finger, "and it is a delight, especially when the lips are beautiful and the breath is sweet, like yours. But the nectar . . .?"

"You can't mean . . ." Atthis giggled with nervous excitement.

"Of course I can," said Sappho, laying a hand lightly on Atthis's knee. "Few things are more delightful than the nectar that Aphrodite pours from our golden cups."

Atthis felt a warmth in her breast, below her heart. "Oh, that's a beautiful thought."

Sappho touched her cheek and gazed into her eyes. "Not as beautiful as the silver moon that shines in my night sky, blinding me to everything but her brilliance," she said, voice low and whispery.

It was like a slap, the way Atthis suddenly became aware of her friend's exotic beauty: hair dyed violet and tied up with white blossoms, olive skin flawless, eyes warm and dark, lips parted with lust - for her, for Atthis!

"Oh," she breathed, as Sappho leaned forward and kissed her. They had often kissed before, as friends do, but now Sappho's lips were hot, and one hand stole around Atthis's shoulders, pulling her closer, while the other found a sensitive, erect nipple and gently massaged it through the linen of her gown.

Atthis rested her hand on her friend's shoulder, where a brooch held up her gown. With a sudden surge of boldness, she plucked at it and it came away: the gown fell, revealing a perfect, small-nippled breast, which Atthis cupped in her hand.

"You do understand the poem," Sappho sighed, her breath warm as a summer breeze and sweet as arum; her fingers unfastened Atthis's gown and played over her naked skin.

Atthis tingled, her flesh hot, breath coming shallow and rapid as Sappho inclined her head and took one swelling nipple into her mouth. Ah, gods! If Atthis was the silver moon, Sappho was the sun, all golden like Aphrodite's cup and overflowing with . . .

"Nectar," Atthis whispered. With deft touches Sappho released her own remaining brooch and Atthis's, their gowns fell away, and they dipped their fingers into each other's nectar.

Atthis's heart fluttered within her. She couldn't speak; her tongue was frozen. Subtle flames raced beneath her skin, her sight left her, and there was a buzzing in her ears. She trembled with desire momentarily suppressed, and then gave herself over to it and sank to her knees between Sappho's thighs.

She hadn't expected beauty here, but here was beauty: Sappho's outer labia were smooth and bare, as was right for a high-born lady: Atthis kissed them tenderly (eliciting a sigh) and breathed deeply: her lover's sex was scented with rose and almond, not masking but enhancing her womanly perfume. With gentle fingertips she parted the labia and admired the perfectly formed pink inner lips, shining with moisture, still together, concealing the mysteries within.

She traced those lips ever so lightly with the tip of her tongue and felt a shiver run through Sappho's body: her own body responded with a shiver of its own, and a thrill that whirled through her. Her tongue burrowed into her lover's cleft and slipped into her warm, damp center. Here the rose and almond perfume faded, and the womanhood was stronger. It pooled, milky and fragrant, at the base of her. Atthis dipped her tongue into it and moaned with the pleasure of it.




Cunnilingus: A Short History



Her attention drawn by the sound of heavy breathing, Atthis gazed past her lover's bare mound, her faintly swelling belly, breasts rising and falling (she was pinching one nipple between thumb and forefinger) to where her head was flung back so Atthis could just make out her features: lips open, nostrils flared, eyes staring at nothing . . .

Her passion made Sappho a thousand times more beautiful. Yearning for more, Atthis kissed the deep inside of her with lips and tongue, starting down low with the overflowing pool, and then the dark opening, which contracted around her tongue; the tiny urethra, and a little way farther, the secretive clitoris, hidden under its hood. She closed her lips over this but did not touch it.

"Ah!" cried Sappho, terrified of her own sensitivity, of too great pleasure becoming pain. Atthis sensed the fear, felt the tension through her lips and fingertips, and understood all at once that what she was doing was as new to her friend as to herself. To reassure her, Atthis moved her tongue lower down.

Sappho's body relaxed, her breathing became deeper and more regular, and Atthis slowly, tenderly, drew wet circles around her clitoris, breathing through her mouth to warm her. Soon Sappho rested a hand on her head, and at the same moment, Atthis sensed movement. She placed her hands on Sappho's thighs to feel it - yes, a subtle undulation of her lover's pelvis, becoming more definite and stronger with every circle she made.

Sappho's breaths became sighs, sighs became moans, moans became a rhythmic, musical "Ah!" as she thrust against her lover's mouth almost roughly, more and more till she was on the verge of erupting . . .

With a wrenching act of will, Sappho made herself stop. With fingertips on her young lover's forehead she pushed her away: Atthis looked at her with a pained expression.

"I don't want . . ." she began.

"Lie on the couch," said Sappho, and guided her to lie on her back against the cushions. With her knees between Atthis's legs, breasts brushing breasts so lightly, she kissed her lips, an unhurried kiss that promised the whole night was theirs to spend together. Then she lingered over her neck, her breasts (how erect her nipples were!), her flat belly, and finally her bare mound, between which her pink inner labia protruded, already damp and swollen with desire.

But Sappho knew that Atthis longed for her nectar as much as she longed for Atthis's, and she couldn't deny her what she desired. Rather than lying between her legs, then, she turned and mounted her lover with her sex above Atthis's face and her own face above Atthis's sex.

For a brief moment Atthis was afraid, feeling trapped by Sappho's thighs and her sex - so close it was stifling. Sappho's anus, plainly visible just inches away, seemed threatening. But then she felt Sappho's hands on her thighs and her tongue enter her, and she flung her arms around Sappho's waist and, pulling her lover down to her, immersed her face between her open labia, at the same time thrilling to the sensation of Sappho's lips covering her, tongue exploring inside her.

Sappho lapped the nectar from between her lover's legs, as she did thanking Aphrodite for the gift of love - the rain that nourishes; the tempest that assaults the oak.

They came together, these lovers, and lay in the soft night, arms and legs entwined, whispering endearments till love stirred their bodies again.

17 BC: Payback

"Let's just suppose for a moment," he said, reclining on a couch, "and mind you, I'm not admitting it, that I had slept with your - " (he made a face) "your hairdresser. Surely it would be wrong for you, of all people, to complain."

"Why me?" Corinna glared at him, hands on hips.

"I suppose it's escaped your notice that you've been cheating on your husband."

"With you!"

"I don't see how it makes any difference who you're cheating with: it's hypocrisy either way."

"And you're cheating on your wife!"

"As to that - "

"I can't wait to hear this - you're always ready with a smooth answer!"

"I'm completely honest and consistent about it. My wife can trust me to cheat, just as you can trust me to be faithful."

"Oh, you're impossible!"

"My love for you has made me half mad."

He really was impossible, too, and always had been. He'd do something outrageous, lie about it, when caught lying retreat to contradictory stories, and finally shrug it all off, as if to say, "What did you expect? I'm Ovid!"

Yes, Ovid: young, handsome, and infamous throughout Rome for writing naughty poems that everyone read and no one admitted to reading. He was well bred, wealthy, and possessed of the kind of nonchalance that breeding and wealth confer. He was outrageously horny, and he didn't care who knew it. If he wanted you, he was so upfront about his lust that you couldn't help responding. He had a way of making you feel special, his one and only, even though you knew he fell for every pretty girl who crossed his path. 

He reached out and plucked at Corinna's gown. "Come to bed, my love," he said, voice heavy with lust. "It's been ages - I've missed you so."

She brushed his hand away, not yet done with the discussion. "Cut it out, Ovid. It's been since yesterday, and this is serious."

He sighed wearily. "I can't argue with you now: I'm just not up to it. I feel weak, and words desert me when I'm so close to your perfect body - your arms, your shoulders. How I long to squeeze your breasts, run my hands over your flat belly, your swelling hips, your youthful thighs . . ."

That kind of talk had gotten her into this mess, and she still fell for it every fucking time. She felt herself melting, as if his hands really were running over her body. The darkened room, shutters half closed against the noonday sun, disappeared around her, and she scarcely noticed that her thin gown was lying on the floor, and her long hair, flowing about her neck, was too short to cover her nakedness.

Naked too, he embraced her, smooth skin so warm, penis pressing against her belly, lips soft and so alive, breath so sweet, moist tongue probing her. She ran her hands over his muscular back, down to his waist, his firm buttocks.

He maneuvered her onto the couch, kissed her long and lovingly, and began a slow exploration of her body: touching, kissing, stimulating her till she was feverish with arousal.

"How beautiful you are," he murmured when he'd licked his way back up to her neck. "Skin so white, hair so black and silky . . ."

Hair. Yes. She'd almost forgotten. "Mmm," she whispered in reply. "Cypassis takes good care of my hair."

She felt his body tense a little, but for once he said nothing.

"Just as she takes care of your prick."

"No, Corinna, I swear . . ."

She pushed him off her: he rolled onto his back and she propped herself up on an elbow. "I found your letter to her. The girl was careless, leaving it out in the open - though not as careless as you, blackmailing her in writing." She quoted from memory: "'Sleep with me again, or I'll tell your mistress everything - where, what, how often!' You're a vicious, faithless excuse for a lover!"

"What are you going to do with her?" His face showed real concern.

"Have her whipped, of course."

"No! Her skin . . ."

"So smooth and white, like mine?"

"Um, so brown and weathered. Do what you want with her. What do I care about a slave?"

"Is this the kind of loyalty you show all your lovers? It's bad luck to fall for you!"

"No, it's very good luck! It's . . ."

She laid a finger on his lips. "No more words, poet. Save your honeyed speeches for your next slave girl."

"But I . . ."

She grabbed his jaw and squeezed, so his mouth made an O. "I said quiet." She climbed onto him and sat on his stomach. "You've said your last word of the day."

He stared up at her, at a loss.

"I'm going to teach you to do something new with your tongue - besides tell fibs, I mean."

With her hands on his chest, she crawled up his body till her knees were on either side of his head. She paused for effect, just two beats, and sat down on his mouth.

Ah, yes, this was good. For manual stimulation, Corinna liked a man with a heavy hand. Her husband and Ovid both practically chafed her raw every time they fucked, and she'd come again and again till she was exhausted but happy. She'd told this to the meretrix she paid to advise her on sexual practices, and she'd said, "If you like a bit of pressure on the clit, dearie, you want to try facesitting." She must have looked shocked, because the whore added, "Don't be afraid, just sit right down on his mouth and let Nature do the rest."

The feeling of his soft flesh pressing on her sex was wonderful, the revenge-taking sweet. She squirmed to stimulate herself, wondering how much she should bear down.

Ovid said "Mmmph."

She lifted herself just high enough so she could give his cheek a solid slap. "I said quiet," she scolded.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and sat back down on him, heavier this time, and lectured as she rode him: "Day after day you're all 'I can't live without you, Corinna - suck my cock. I love you more than myself, Corinna - have you lubricated your ass for a butt-fuck? I'd do anything for you, Corinna - swallow my cum. You're my whole world - don't fuck around on me like I do on you.' I've played the game your way since the day we met: now you're going to play it my way. Eat me, babe."

Would he take this kind of treatment? He could easily fling her off him and either take her by force or storm out of her life. Or maybe . . .

"Now put your tongue out, Ovvie baby," she cooed, "an' give my li'l cunnie a lick. Be Corinna's good widdle lover-boy."

God, but she needed this! Her cunt was so incredibly hot and wet! She rocked a little, and - yes! Felt his warm tongue slide into her slit - tentatively at first, but she gasped and twitched to encourage him. "Oh that's so fucking fine," she moaned, and let her pelvis move the way it wanted to, undulating, as if she were riding his cock instead of his face, and she slid back and forth, up and down, over his nose and eyes, over his mouth and chin, sitting down heavier, sliding farther, her ride lubricated by her own moisture and his saliva.

Sudden inspiration struck her, and she climbed off him, turned around (catching a quick glimpse of his startled face), and sat again. She fucked his face as she'd done before, now feeling his hot breath in her crack as he licked her - and she could see his cock, too, all hard and leaking that male nectar. She took him in her hand as she humped him and jerked him off, fast and rough, like pounding his belly with a hammer.

"Yah, eat me, poet," she snarled, and scrubbed her cunt on his face furiously, so hard he couldn't lick her, couldn't do anything but endure it, but she could still feel the arousal mounting in him, knew he couldn't help himself . . .

Till his body spasmed, and he fountained viscous gobs of cum that fell back on his belly and her hand.

Corinna knew his desire would vanish in an instant - her cunt would disgust him now - and his cock would be so sensitive he'd cry out and twitch at the merest touch. She jerked him off faster, hand oiled with his cum, and rode his face harder, feeling the warm juice run out of her.

"Uh! Uh!" he said, and struggled feebly under her, but his orgasm had blown his mind and he couldn't organize his resistance but just twitched. Oh fuck it was great to ride a cheating poet's face, to torment him, drowning him in her love juice . . .

And she came with an orgasm that had everything in it - her love, her fury, her lust, her jealousy, her kindness, her cruelty. It left her exhausted and drained the emotion out of her. It was an effort to climb off him and summon up enough anger to say, "That's what you get for being a cheat and a liar, Publius Ovidius Naso."

Ovid was red in the face and dazed, as if he'd been flogged: his mouth and cheeks were wet. His body sagged, and his cock was limp. Corinna almost pitied him - but not quite. "What do you have to say for yourself, poet?" she demanded.

"Well - " He paused for a long time, gathering his strength and his wits. Finally he said, "If that's my punishment for cheating and lying, you can be sure I'll never play straight or tell the truth again."

AD 1785: The actresses

"It's been such a great pleasure to play Viola to your Olivia," said Dorothea.

"The pleasure has been entirely mine," said Elizabeth. "I've never before seen Viola played so well - with such liveliness."

"And I have never seen Olivia played so beautifully, and with such conviction. Why, I almost believed you were in love with me!"

The two actresses laughed at this and sipped their tea in Dorothea's bright and comfortable drawing room.

"Twelfth Night is fun to play," Elizabeth continued, "but I've never believed that Shakespeare treated his ladies fairly. To marry poor Maria to Sir Toby Belch - really! Olivia marries Sebastian, whom she hardly knows, and Viola marries Orsino, towards whom she's not once shown the slightest partiality . . ."

"How should it come out, then?" asked Dorothea.

"Why, I believe Antonio would be a fine match for Maria," said Elizabeth, if he had a bigger part. "But as for Viola and Olivia, isn't it obvious that they're in love?"

"Do you mean they love each other?" said Dorothea.

"Surely this has not escaped your attention."

"But Olivia thinks Viola is a man!" protested Dorothea.

"So? She has fallen in love with the person, not the sex. Olivia loves Viola, and it's evident to me that, were it not for her loyalty to Orsino, Viola would feel free to love Olivia."

"You surprise me, Elizabeth," Dorothea smiled. "Are you suggesting that Shakespeare should have married two women to each other?"

Elizabeth sighed. "I suppose it was impossible, even on the stage. But that's how the play would have ended, had not Shakespeare been constrained by the proprieties of his time."

"Not to mention our time," said Dorothea. "What I object to," she continued, "is Viola's costume. She's supposedly disguised as Cesario, but every time I've seen her performed, her masculine raiment has had so many feminine touches . . ."

"A big red headdress!" Elizabeth laughed. "You're right: it's perfectly absurd. We must put on our own Twelfth Night - a production for free-thinking ladies. I'll dress as a modern gentleman, and you as a modern lady . . ."

"And the play will be ever so much more . . . stimulating."

"Indecent!" Elizabeth giggled.

"I know what!" Dorothea exclaimed. "I have men's clothing in my wardrobe . . ."

"Dorothea! How did you come to have that?"

"Oh . . . I have some things that belonged to my younger brother. I kept the ones that fit me when he grew out of them. Actresses and costumes, you know. Come! You must be my lady's maid and help me dress. Then we'll play some scenes."

Dorothea led her friend upstairs to a bedchamber in which stood a large wardrobe.

"What will it be?" asked Dorothea. "Fine colors and gold embroidery for the court, or sober black for church?"

"The black, I think," said Elizabeth. "I love the embroidery, but black is more masculine."

"Unfasten me," said Dorothea.

"I hope you won't be offended," Elizabeth said as she unlaced the bodice, "if I say I've observed in the dressing room that, when you're taken out of your elaborate costume, you have a lovely, slender figure."

"Boyish?" said Dorothea. "I've been told it's boyish."

"Your body is too graceful to be described as boyish," said Elizabeth. "No, the correct word is . . . perhaps lithe. You are beautiful, Dorothea."

"Not as beautiful as you. In my view, sinuous curves are preferable to straight lines in a woman."

"Sinuous curves! There's a charitable way to describe me."

"I'm perfectly sincere; and I know very well you're a great favorite among the gentlemen."

Both of them were. In the eighteenth century, actresses were morally suspect; and in fact, many of them, even successful ones like Dorothea and Elizabeth, worked as high-end prostitutes on the side. This was a way both to earn extra money and to acquire the patronage one needed to build and maintain a successful career on the stage.

"Here, step into these breeches," said Elizabeth. "Have you a cravat?"

"There - in that drawer," said Dorothea, fiddling with the wrist of her shirt.

"And stockings?"

"Everything is here somewhere," Dorothea replied, waving towards the wardrobe. "Shall I have a wig?"

"I think not - you're too young," said Elizabeth. "But this cocked hat . . ."

When the outfitting was complete, Elizabeth stepped back for a look. "Venus and Adonis blended together," she said with a smile. "I am delirious with love. That costume . . "

Dorothea smiled archly. "If your theories about Viola and Olivia are correct, you cannot love a costume, but only a person - you must truly be in love with me."

Elizabeth laughed. "We must be married, Dorothea. Will you be Mrs. Farren, or shall I be Mrs. Jordan?"

"I certainly am enjoying being the object of your lust," said Dorothea. "But let us perform our scenes!"

"All ready!" said Elizabeth.

"Shall we follow your advice and allow Olivia have her Cesario?" said Dorothea.

"To be sure. For our production we'll rewrite the Bard to suit our own radical purposes. Where shall we begin?"

"Olivia's declaration of love," said Dorothea. "Act Three, Scene One."

"Excellent. Let's see." Elizabeth paused to find the place in her capacious memory, then turned to Dorothea and put on a devoted look. "By maidenhood, honor, truth, and everything, I love thee so that, maugre all thy pride, nor wit nor reason can my passion hide."

Dorothea said, "By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, and that no woman has; nor never none shall mistress of it be, save . . . save thou alone. Now I must come up with a new couplet, since in the one that follows she leaves in a fright."

"Prose will do for now," said Elizabeth. "We'll attend to rhythm and rhyme another day."

"Very good, then. Instead of 'And so adieu, good madam,' it must be 'Come kiss me, good madam. I am yours.'"

"Very good!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Delivered with such passion, such earnestness!"

"Don't step out of character, Elizabeth," said Dorothea. "Play the scene. Come kiss me, good madam. I am yours."

Elizabeth, smiling, advanced gracefully towards her friend and rested her hands on her shoulders. "Oh, Cesario," she sighed. "How I've longed for this moment."

Dorothea took her in her arms and kissed her - a long and ardent kiss that the most skeptical audience would have found persuasive.

"Oh," Elizabeth breathed. "Oh my, you know how to kiss. How does the scene go on?"

"I don't know," said Dorothea, also breathless.

They stood awkwardly for a minute. Then Elizabeth said, "I know! How I've longed for this moment, Cesario. Thou art so strong, so manly." She sighed and let her hand trail from Dorothea's shoulder down the front of her waistcoat. "What ho, Cesario! What is this?"

"Nothing, my lady. I just have an unusual build."

"It's a breast! I'm sure of it! Come - hast thou another?" Elizabeth pulled at Dorothea's cravat, saying "Off, vile rags! Thou art a woman!" She tore at Dorothea's shirt.

Dorothea attempted to pull her coat over her naked breasts. "I must return to my master," she said, turning away. Getting away would have been difficult, though, since a four-poster bed was behind her and Elizabeth was in front, blocking her escape.

"Don't go, love," Elizabeth pleaded, tugging at the coat. "Thinkest thou I give my heart so easily that it can be changed merely by thy being possessed of two breasts? Nay! My love is deeper and truer than that." She pushed Dorothea's waistcoat off her shoulders.




Cunnilingus: A Short History



"Should we . .&nbsp. should we try another scene?" asked Dorothea nervously.

"This one isn't finished yet," said Elizabeth, staring at Dorothea's small breasts. "Tell me thy name, dearest. Thou'rt not Cesario."

"My name . . . my name is Dor- . . . I mean Viola." Dorothea gathered her wits with some effort. "How do I know that thou art what thou sayest?"

"I know not what thou meanest, my love."

"Prove thou art not a man. Let me see thy lady parts."

"Anything for my true love." Elizabeth started the long process of undressing - removing jacket, gown, stomacher, overpetticoat, underpetticoat and panniers. "Unlace me," she directed. Dorothea helped with the stays, Elizabeth kicked off her shoes, peeled down her stockings and pantlets, and stood before Dorothea wearing only her shift. An enormous pile of clothing lay on the floor behind her.

Dorothea started to pull her shirt up to cover herself. "We don't have to . . ."

"We've seen each other naked before, in the dressing room," said Elizabeth, "and I must prove to thee what I am." She pulled her shift over her head. "Sinuous curves" was the right description. She was tall and generously proportioned, with red hair, full, sensuous lips, and laughing eyes. Of course Dorothea had seen Elizabeth naked, but she'd never looked at her. Not before now.

"I, um . . ."

"Dearest Viola," said Elizabeth, "Thou art overdressed. Let me help thee." She unfastened Dorothea's breeches, pushed them down together with shirt and coat, and knelt to take off her shoes and stockings. Dorothea stood quietly as Elizabeth undressed her, rigid with fear; but her rapid breathing betrayed her excitement.

Still kneeling, Elizabeth let her fingers curl around the waistband of Dorothea's drawers. She looked up into her eyes, smiled, and wrenched the drawers down.

Dorothea was slightly built, almost angular, and lithe, as Elizabeth had said, with dark hair and eyes and strong, almost masculine features. And certainly she was a woman, too: the evidence was right in front of Elizabeth's eyes - the feminine hips, the smooth stomach, and the neatly trimmed patch of black pubic hair. Elizabeth leaned forward and kissed that patch.

"Oh God," Dorothea breathed. "Are you . . .?"

"No, never before," said Elizabeth, whose fingers were exploring between her friend's legs, other hand resting on one hip. Dorothea moved her feet a little apart without knowing quite why she was doing it, and one of Elizabeth's fingers slipped into her, then another.

Dorothea looked down at Elizabeth, who was working with an air of great intensity, fucking her with two fingers. Lightheaded, she steadied herself with one hand on Elizabeth's head, the other grasping the bedcurtains.

It was hard to draw a breath - harder every moment, with Elizabeth thrusting deeper and faster, the scene so strange, the desire that was overwhelming her so disturbing. When Elizabeth kissed her patch again and inserted a third finger, Dorothea fell back on the bed, nearly in a faint.

In an instant Elizabeth was beside her, stroking her face with a hand that smelled of sex. "My dear, are you all right?"

"Quite well, I think. Would you . . . would you do that again?"

Elizabeth smiled. "I'll do more than that." Dorothea trembled as Elizabeth kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts . . . she lingered over her navel and the flat of her stomach, grazed in her pubic hair and, kneeling on the floor by the bed, kissed her where she was opening, pink and fragrant. Elizabeth wondered at everything: how beautiful was this zone of a woman's body to which she had always been indifferent before; how instantly responsive was Dorothea's body, which torqued and writhed as her hands at her sides spasmodically clutched the bedclothes; how arousing were her cries of "Oh!" and "Ah!"; how delightful the feel and flavor of Dorothea's wetness on her lips.

Elizabeth knew, as she drank the clear heavenly liquid from her friend's sex, that in this spot she had admitted gentlemen for their money, Members of Parliament for their power, and officers of the Guards for their dash. Barristers and judges, barons and bankers had penetrated her here with their dripping cocks; and yet now, panting, Dorothea was like a virgin, experiencing this new kind of love for the first time.

And Elizabeth's own lips had kissed the lips of so many gentlemen and slid over so many foreskins, but she had never felt anything like this silky, warm wetness on her lips, and this mysterious communion with a woman's soul.

Lost in her thoughts and sensations, Elizabeth was taken by surprise when Dorothea wound her fingers into her abundant hair, pulled hard, and screamed, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis upwards. Elizabeth could sense the pulses of her lover's orgasm in her lips and tongue: her excitement grew with every spasm.

Dorothea lay still, lost in her body's quiet after so much stimulation and such a violent orgasm. It was as if she had blacked out, brought around only by Elizabeth's kiss. The odor of her own sex was strong in her nostrils, her body still languid, mind hazy, aware only of her own pleasure and the desire in her lover's eyes.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what?" asked Elizabeth, though she knew.

"Yes," Dorothea repeated.

Elizabeth kissed Dorothea again, petting her hair as full consciousness slowly returned to her, and after consciousness arousal - torso tightening, nipples swelling, breath quickening.

"Yes?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, anything," Dorothea breathed, and lost herself in her sensations: the cool on her face as Elizabeth stood, the way the mattress sank beneath the weight of her feet, starched linen crinkling, the awareness of her calves on either side of her head, the sight of her sex above, pubic hair red, thighs freckled, pale pink parts so close now, the smell of her passion so powerful. She opened her mouth, heart pounding with love and passion, and met Elizabeth's open, wet sex with fervent lips and tongue.

The two actresses played together far into the night, and often during that theatrical season, and they remained friends for many years. Elizabeth would eventually marry a earl and acquire a title. Dorothea never married, but was mistress to a number of wealthy men, including a future king for whom she bore many illegitimate children.

AD 1972: The sexual evolution

The nameless girl - let's call her Fina - lay on the boy's narrow bed. His body felt strange. Not that there was anything wrong with it - it just didn't feel quite right to be here, in his dormitory room, in his arms, kissing him (and being kissed by him), T already off and only an anachronistic bra between her stiff nipples and the boy's eager fingers.

After all, she'd met him just a couple of hours ago. It was at a private party, so he was sort of vouched for by her friend having invited him. But still.

At nineteen, she thought maybe she was too young for this kind of thing; but then she thought she was maybe too old. Wasn't there supposed to be a sexual revolution going on, freeing her from the constraints of her conservative Catholic upbringing? Liberation was turning out to be a lot harder in life than it looked in the movies. It was confusing.

She'd lost her virginity only a month before, on a third date, to a boy who hadn't called again, and after she spotted him at the student center deep in soulful conversation with a girl she knew damn well she couldn't compete with, she hadn't tried to call him either - not being all that into humiliation.

The sexual revolution was supposed to make it all right that she'd slept with him, and in a way it did. What wasn't all right was the way the act didn't seem all that intimate. How could you lie in bed with a guy, naked in his arms, and feel a hundred miles away from him? How could having his penis inside you feel like, I don't know, sketching a wave across a room?

For Sappho, love was like the sweet red apple on the topmost twig of the highest branch of the tree. You could never hope to reach it. Fina got that, and accepted it, more or less - but she didn't even have a ladder: she was still browsing the lowest branches, where the fruit had already been picked over.

Not that there was anything wrong with this guy. Of the boys who'd hit on her at the mixer, he'd been the most interesting. But she wasn't about to kid herself about him, or herself, or what was going on here. She was the median college girl, neither the economy model nor the deluxe: hair the color of hair, nose very like a nose, body decent if unfashionable, not outgoing or a wallflower. The world didn't revolve around her, but she didn't move through it invisibly either.

The guy had sent out horny vibes but not falling-in-love vibes, and she'd been receptive because . . . because . . . that had been really something, that time before: the feeling of skin on skin, the hands moving over her body, the smooth skin of a penis stimulating her inside. Even the emotional chasm between them had been part of the somethingness of it. She could live with brief flings and one-night stands: at least they felt real.

Now she was glad to be kissing this boy: she wasn't good at conversation, and making out had put a stop to it. She wanted the rest of the night to proceed without words, so when she felt his fingers pluck at her bra strap, she sighed to tell him it was okay. She craved his touch more than his lips or penis: somehow it felt right, the way his hands roved over her shoulders and back and lingered on her hips, exploring all of her instead of going straight for the erogenous zones the way the last one had.

It made her want to touch him the same unhurried way, especially when he broke off their kiss to nibble her ears and nuzzle her neck, and she could touch his chest - lightly haired, strong but not muscular - and run a hand over his shoulder and his firm back, tracing the edge of a shoulder blade.

It was so slow - Her nerves were on fire by the time his lips touched her breasts, and her back arched involuntarily when his tongue probed her navel, so naturally she raised no objection when he eased her pants off. She was half mad with lust when at last he slipped off her panties and kissed the hollow of thin skin at the very top of her thigh.

In 2016, every nineteen-year-old has watched enough porn to know the basic moves, but that wasn't true in 1972, at least till the summer, when Linda Lovelace made porn cool, and suddenly everyone knew everything.

So word had not yet gotten to Fina of what that nameless woman had discovered a thousand centuries before, and what Semiramis and Sappho and Corinna had been up to in the meantime. She knew the pleasure of the boy's kiss in that tender spot was making her delirious, but she had no idea at all where he'd go from there: that his lips would brush over the closed lips of her most private spot, that he'd ever so lightly lick the slightly protruding hood covering the most sensitive part of her.

Her breath was coming in gasps, breasts and belly heaving: it felt like panic almost, because she didn't understand what he was doing or why, and it would have been so easy for him to hurt her there, where she was so vulnerable - though everything in his manner said he'd never, ever do her harm; and his fingers opening her were so gentle, and his tongue entering her so soft and warm . . .

It was reassuring, that softness, and she would have relaxed if his tongue hadn't just brushed that spot and turned on a million nerve endings, which now flashed urgent signals through all her body's wires and switches, lighting up her brain's pleasure centers with a halogen blaze.

His lips closed over her as his tongue played among the sensitive surfaces inside her, softer here, harder there, now circling the entrance to her vagina, now teasing, not quite touching her clitoris.

She raised her head briefly and saw him in the streetlight that sifted through the half-closed blinds: face animated but eyes closed in concentration; and then, as if some sixth sense told him she was looking, he opened his eyes and looked straight into hers.

They held each other's gaze, connected now in an intimacy somehow closer for the distance they had to look across, closer than if they'd been kissing or he'd been inside her with his face an inch from hers. She couldn't begin to explain it, but she knew this was more than sex, more than two overheated strangers getting off: this was lovemaking.

The stimulation had something to do with it, but it was the connection that made her come right at that moment and that made her orgasm run so gentle and strong in her, a river bearing her, long and long, on its warm current, till it softly deposited her safe on a distant green bank.

And on that bank they made love, the girl and boy, all night long, till, when the sun came up, they realized they'd exhausted themselves and decided to sleep the morning away.

* * *

Many years later, as Fina and her husband sat reading together on New Year's Eve, she said, "Honey?"

"Hmmm?"

"You remember our first night together?"

"I think about it all the time."

"You know what it felt like when you ate me out that night?"

"You've always said it felt good."

"I mean the way I'd never even heard of cunnilingus before. It felt like you'd thought it up right then and there, and I was the first woman in the world that ever got it."

"I think there must have been one or two before."

"Of course. But somebody has to have thought it up at some point."

"Back in cave man days."

"Let's pretend nobody's ever done it before, and we're figuring it out for the first time."

He smiled. "That and cocksucking."

"Fine. Cocksucking too."

"So how do we start? Do I drag you upstairs by the hair?"

"That's not the way they did it, silly." She scooched forward in her chair, lifted her dress, and slid her panties off. "A woman had to attract a man. First I display myself." She slouched backwards and spread her legs. "Then I touch myself to get the pheromones going."

"I like it," he breathed, staring as she laid a finger on her clitoris.

"And I speak an ancient word, one of the first words ever spoken . . ."



Cunnilingus and Penetration



Kneeling down with my head between your legs, I devour your dripping pussy, letting you feel just what my tongue can do.. You claw at your hair to hold my tongue where it is, my hands on my legs to keep your thighs from trapping my face to your pussy. My playful tongue explores each recess of your gorgeous hole, a multitude of tastes dancing on my tongue, each one unique and loved. Your clit receives far more than anywhere else though - my limp tongue, soft and warm, gets dragged over it slowly, making you physically squirm and your legs tremble, the whole time using one hand to pinch and pull at your nipples. As my hot breath rolled over your naked flesh, you let out moans of ecstasy and pleasure, your velvety voice invigorating my own need for stimulation.. I would crawl over you, my hips by your face, and my head by your naval. Feeling me clamber over you, you open your eyes to my cock in your face and grab it greedily, pulling it towards your lips. 

You would kiss the tip, then lick the base where my cock meets my balls. Bringing the tip back to your lips, you'd slowly take the rest of me into your mouth. As you first begin to consume my cock, I can't help but moan as I feel your soft tongue touching me in all the right places.. I'd move my hands to your inner thighs, pulling your pussy apart so that your hole is exposed to my lustful desires. Your pussy would glisten with your own lust, and you would shiver at the touch of the cold air on your soaking wet pussy. You would continue to bring my dick in and out of your hot mouth, covering it with spit and tightening your lips around me. I respond with my hips, slowly fucking your face. As I lower my tongue into your hole, I penetrate it more and more with each thrust of my head while the walls of your pussy clench around my tongue, holding it inside you.

Your juices would spill onto my tongue, and you would increase your speed on my cock as your body trembled with excitement. My gyrating hips would move me in and out of your mouth quickly, and the feeling of my cock sliding around on your tongue would make my want to explode in your face.. I'd be able to feel your whole body quiver against my gentle touch, and so I'd begin burying my fingers inside of you. With the taste and smell of your gorgeous pussy fresh on my sense, and with the muffled moans coming from you, the urge to ejaculate built up from my feet, my calves, my knees, my thighs, and then all in your mouth as a shiver runs up my spine.. Your mouth is suddenly filled with thick, warm cum, which you swallow in one big mouthful. You'd then lick my cock clean and start to get it hard again for your pussy, which is being ravaged by my fingers. With the slimy texture of my cum on your tongue, I easily become aroused again. With three fingers, I dominate your pleasure, and soon you're begging for more than just fingers.

I'd lie you face down on the bed, your legs parted and ready for my long, hard dick.. Rubbing my tip up and down your pussy teases you intensely, and soon you're begging for me to penetrate you. With my hands on your perfect ass, I start to slide into your tight, wet pussy, and you let out a long moan as my thick dick fills you. Thrusting slowly at first, your walls are so tight around my cock. I fuck you with long, slow thrusts as your pussy stretches for me, but I get faster and faster. My hands rake your back, the mixture of pain and pleasure turning you to jelly and making you squeal.. Every time you moan it just makes me fuck you harder and deeper, and I love every second of it. Soon, I'm thrusting so hard that your whole body rocks, your big breasts slapping your arms, your bed banging the wall it's standing against. You can't stay quiet anymore - constant groans and moans of ecstasy escape your pretty mouth, as well as exclamations of how much you love my hard cock in your warm pussy. You take one of your hands up to your pussy so that you can play with your clit while I fuck you, and soon you feel your orgasm starting to build inside you. My hands go back to your ass, stretching your cheeks so that I can properly see your beautiful asshole. My cock keeps slamming into you, sending shudders up your spine and neck. 

You close your eyes, losing yourself for a moment as the pleasure consumes you.. And when you start to cum, your whole body tightening, your pussy clenching around my cock as my own warm cum shoots deep inside you. After fucking your hot, wet pussy, my attention goes to your last little hole.. Spreading your cheeks apart, I lower my pulsating cock to your tiny asshole. The tip starts to slide in, then the whole of the head, then the tip, then the rest of my shaft.. You're so tight, and your face is contorted with a mixture of pain and lust. I start to fuck you, letting your ass adjust to the big piece of meat it's just devoured.. You stay crazy tight, even when I start to pound your faster, making you moan louder than before. I fuck you deeper and deeper, hearing you moan again and again, until I cum deep inside you. Taking out my cock, my cum starts to dribble out of your ass, so I lick it up and then pass it into your mouth. 



Cunnilingus Crazy



Performing cunnilingus upon your lover is one of the most intimate acts between two people. The giving and receiving of this pleasure draws both closer. The assumption of nakedness and being in bed are used in the following.

Depending on the extent of your relationship, she might need to reach a comfort level. There cannot be any doubt in her mind that you wish to pleasure her this way. Talk to her; tell her explicitly what you are going to do. Tell her how you desire her, want to pleasure her, to drink her, to kiss her deeply there; whisper all this to her. She wants to hear how you are going to please her, so oblige her. 

How soon should you approach her there? There is no rule. Only you and she can decide when to go southward. Personally, I think that there should be wetness before you go there. Kiss her, touch her, taste her skin. Touch her breasts, love her nipples; respond to her. Make your pace the same as her pace. Kiss your way downward, slowly, enjoying all of her. The closer you get, the more her scent will reach you. Reach down, and gently touch her, and enjoy her wetness. Pause and move back up, kissing her, and tell her how much her scent arouses you. 

(Ladies, I’m not going to get into a discussion about shaved or unshaven, but I highly recommend appropriate trimming and brushing in this area. It really helps!)

Slowly move back down her, until you are so close. Do not touch her there, but kiss the insides of her thighs, licking them, first one, then the other. Inhale her, and rub your lips all around her. Get between her legs and gently spread them. It’s also helpful to slip a pillow under her. Get oh, so close to her and gently blow into her. Spread her outer lips gently, and slip your tongue into her. Lap up her juices, and swish your tongue inside, enjoy the smoothness and taste of her. Suck on her inner lips, kissing them, pulling them gently. Lick and kiss her downward toward her anus. Go there if you wish. Come back up and drink of her some more. Listen to her responses; let them be your guide. Always be gentle, as she is tender around her lips. Careful with the use of teeth. She may move about, even buck a bit, perhaps even pull you closer, or guide you with her hands. Always respond to her wants, but remember, you are in control. Make sure you are comfortable, neck relaxed arms around her, holding her as you kiss and love her.

When she is ready, slip your index finger into her, your palm facing upward, gently, massaging her. Make a “come hither” motion with your finger, and you will be stimulating her “g spot.” At the right time, slip your middle finger into her, moving both fingers in opposite motion to each other. 

When you and she are ready, move upward, and quickly lick her clitoris. You might have to pull her hood back a bit. This is her center, where most of her pleasure derives. Be gentle, but be relentless. Once you begin with her there, you must finish. You might pause, and tease her a bit, but always finish! Lick and kiss her slowly, then faster. Trace the letters of the alphabet there. Pause and lick and suck her lips again, then return. Now, take all of her around her clitoris and pull her into your mouth gently, nibbling on her and sucking her at the same time Use your lips, teeth, and tongue to ravish her there. No two women are the same, but she’ll orgasm, perhaps several times. You’ll know when from her actions. After her last orgasm, or when she asks you, leave her clitoris, as it will be very sensitive. Kiss her more around her lips, tasting her. Kiss your way back up to her, and hold her, gently kissing her. Whisper to her, and touch her, gently massaging her. Let her come down into your arms.

Once you’ve achieved intimacy with your lover, ask her what she desires. Initially she may be shy. Encourage her to tell you what she wants. Pleasing her just the way she desires will truly enhance the experience for both of you. If she says just do what you did, then you know you are on the right road to pleasing her.

These are the basics of cunnilingus. There can be much more. Experiment, and enjoy this intimate experience with your lover. 



Cunnilingus, My Favorite Pastime



Cunnilingus, My Favorite Pastime

The First Installment of a Perverts Sex Life 

Authored by a Fanatical Cunnilingus Addict

I love eating pussy, I love the taste and the smell, I love rubbing my face in it, I love sticking my nose in it, I love sticking my tongue in it and sucking it. I love the look of it, The bigger and the more its been used the better. I love large labia and large urethra openings that I can put my tongue in. There are no ugly pussy's only eatable ones. 

I would rather suck a pussy than fuck one, unless I can suck it after I fuck it. I have sucked and licked pussy after other guys or myself fuck them and this has always caused me to have a massive ejaculation. I enjoy the taste and the odor of a freshly fucked pussy. I also enjoy the taste of a woman's mouth after a good blowjob. I didn't always feel this way, let me explain. 

I was born in the bible belt of Alabama, the only sex that was acceptable was the missionary position and only for married people. That was the rule unless you were the preacher of a major religion or into politics.

All the preachers and elected officials lived by their own rules. The preachers went after the babes with the biggest tits and the politicians did what ever they wanted. Eating pussy or getting a blowjob was a crime against nature. The people in office or in any other area of power were able to perform these acts but if a citizen without any authority practiced this and was caught, they went to prison. 

I went down on my wife on our honeymoon, she liked it, as a matter of fact she loved it, cunnilingus became a main part of our sex life. In a marriage that lasted 12 years I probably had my face between her legs for a total of 4 years, I really liked sucking her pussy. I would eat her before we fucked, while we fucked and especially after we fucked. I became very fond of creampie. Still am. 

Our favorite position was me laying on my back and her kneeling over my face; I could eat her for hours like this. She would hold onto the headboard of the bed and slide her pussy up and down on my face, it was great. She had multiple orgasms in this position and her juices would flow like unreal. As I was eating her one night she got so hot that she lost control of her bladder and I got a mouth full of pee. At first I was a little upset, hell I almost drowned, then I realized that I really didn't mind and it turned me on. After that I would lick her pussy dry instead of her using toilet paper. I also learned to like eating her during her period. Maureen loved having my face between her legs, she knew that I was addicted to eating her as much as I was to cigarettes and that this gave her certain powers over me. She liked to have me eat bananas out of her pussy. When she would come up with some thing I didn't go along with she would not let me have sex of any kind until I would do what she wanted. She decided that I should lick her asshole, I wasn't to keen on the idea but I tried it. She went wild, she said that this gave her a thrill like nothing she had ever experienced before. From then on I had two holes to lick. If you have never licked your woman's asshole you should do it at least once, she will either think you are the greatest lover or the sickest pervert on earth.

As I mentioned earlier I have sucked other guys cum from Maureen's pussy, I didn't know it at the time but I had tasted my best friends cum, my brothers cum and several unknown guys. I worked in job that required travel and when I was out of town she had several lovers visit her. She liked to have them fuck her when she knew that I would be back from a trip. When I returned to town I had to go to the office to turn in my paper work and I would call and let her know when I would be home. She would call one of her studs to come over and fuck her. She would also blow them. When I would get home she would meet me nude, give me a big sloppy kiss and then have me eat her. I thought she loved me so much that she just couldn't wait until she had sex with me. Oh! Well, so much for the male ego. I did like the fact that she was always so well lubricated when I got home. Boy, I really turned her on, or so I thought. 

Shortly after we were married I got her to suck me off, she had never done a blowjob before, or so she said. Any way I came in her mouth, you would have thought I had fed her poison. She jumped out of bed, ran to the bath room spiting my cum out on the way. Then she brushed her teeth and washed her mouth with Listerine and let me know that she would never suck me again. And she never did. I found out later that she liked giving head to other guys then would give me the big sloppy kisses. I never found out how many guys she had sex with. Probably best I don't know, I do have the feeling that I sucked a lot of cock by proxy. I hope that I enjoyed it.

We had been married about 8 years when Maureen asked me if I would like to try a threesome, of course my first thought was 2 women and myself. Wrong! How about her first hubby and me. I never knew that there was a first hubby. Seems she got married when she was 15, they got a divorce at 16. I figured what the hell maybe it would be good. Also I had a secret desire to eat Maureen while she was being fucked. Maureen made the arrangements with Don and he came to our house on a Saturday morning. He seemed like a nice guy and he did bring a case of beer with him. 

We made small talk and drank a few beers and got to know each other a bit. I was getting a little high and was getting excited that I would soon get to suck a pussy that was filled by another guy's cock when Maureen came into the room naked. Don and I striped and naturally checked each other out. He had a longer cock than me but I had more girth. He was uncut and I am circumcised. Maureen came and sat on the couch between us and asked how we wanted to proceed. Don immediately said that he wanted one of Maureen's fabulous blowjobs, which stunned me. I said she doesn't do head, Don then said that she was the best cocksucker he had ever had. I looked at Maureen and asked what was going on. She said that she told me that she would never suck me again, not that she would never suck a cock again. I wasn't real happy with this but decided not to pursue it at the time. Besides I still wanted to eat her while Don was fucking her. 

To get things started Maureen leaned over and sucked Don's cock into her mouth. I got on the floor and started sucking her pussy. When Don got hard Maureen said that she would like him to fuck her. I moved away so she could straddle Don and slide his cock in her. He was sitting on the couch and she was on top of him, as she started humping him I licked her asshole. After a few minuets I asked her to turn around and let him enter her from behind so I could lick her pussy. She liked that idea and made the switch. It was a real turn on watching my wife slide Don's cock into her pussy; I almost came watching this. After they got connected I started licking and sucking her clit while Don fucked her. It didn't take long before I was licking the shaft of his cock along with her pussy. God, I had the hardest stiffest cock I had ever had. Don's balls got tight and it was obvious that he was going to spill his load at any second. I wasn't sure weather I should keep licking them or back off and watch, Don solved that for me. He started shooting cum in Maureen's pussy and before I could move he pulled out and his cock went into my mouth. He finished in my mouth; I enjoyed that and sucked up all his juice. When I finished Don I sucked and licked all his cum from Maureen's pussy and the cum from her ass. I still had a monster erection so I started fucking Maureen, after I came I got to suck my cum from her hot cunt.

We had to take a break and have another beer, Don asked me if I made a habit of sucking Maureen while she got fucked and giving such a good blowjob to the guy. I told him that this had been a first for both, but I hoped it wouldn't be the last. Maureen was surprised to hear that I had sucked Don's cock and said that she wanted to watch me do it. We had another beer and I got on the floor and took Don's cock in my mouth and gave him a super blowjob and swallowed every drop of his cum. Maureen was turned on by watching me suck his cock and even had a orgasm.

This was the first time I knew that I was ingesting another mans cum by eating my wife's pussy but it wasn't the last time I did it. Maureen, Don and I had many more times together and we enjoyed them all.

I became quit a cocksucker as well as perfecting my skills at cunnilingus. I even managed to bring other men into our perverted life style. 

I arranged a super gangbang on 1 occasion. Maureen had made a comment about being the only woman on an island with 5 or 6 guys for a week to see what it would be like. I couldn't get the island but did find a resort where orgies were held and made reservations for a two-week stay. We arrived on a Monday and got settled into our room. Then decided to go to the pool and soak up some sun, that's when Maureen found out that clothing was not allowed. There weren't many people there that day, maybe 10 or 12, but there were enough to get her fucked 3 times at the pool. When we got to the pool there were 5 men and a woman there, 2 of the guys were with the woman and the other 3 were together. 

We got some chairs close to the 3 guys and I started putting sun tan lotion on Maureen's back, when I was rubbing the lotion on her ass and between her legs the guys were very interested. The oldest guy (45 or 50) came over and asked if he could buy us a drink. Naturally we accepted. He sat in a chair with a full view between Maureen's legs which she parted more so he could see her pussy. Shortly his 2 friends joined us; we all had 3 or 4 drinks then we were invited to their room to cool off. As soon as we were in the room Jack, our first guy asked if he could give Maureen a kiss, she turned to him and said sure, he pushed her onto the bed and started kissing her pussy. He did ask if he could kiss her and he didn't say where. This was a good start to a lot of fucking and sucking for all of us.

It turned out that 1 of the younger men was Jack's son and the other was a nephew. Jack had learned of this place years ago when he brought his wife here for a vacation. He was in for a big surprise. After his wife died he returned at least once a year for the no holds barred sex. This was the first trip for his son and nephew. Both guys seemed to be in shock watching Jack eating a woman he had just met while her husband sat and watched. Since we were all nude it was obvious that I was turned on as Jack moved up and started fucking her. By now both of these guys had erections, I told them that Maureen would suck a cock if they asked nicely. So they got on each side of her and offered her their cocks. There was my wife sucking on two cocks while being fucked, and she was enjoying it as much as I was. 

After Jack cummed his son took his place fucking Maureen, then the third cock was placed into her cummy pussy. After he was finished and Maureen had all three loads of cum in and on her pussy she told me that it was time to clean her up, I was not expecting her to want me to eat her in front of these guys but that's what she wanted. I felt embarrassed but I got on my knees and licked all the fuck juice off her and sucked what I could out of her. The guys liked watching me be humbled like that and from that point on they took full advantage of my servitude to my wife. They would fuck her and cum on her tits and have me lick them clean or eat her pussy. Maureen went along with every thing these guys came up with, me licking her asshole while they fucked her or licking their cum off her face after a blowjob. The last day the guys were there they ganged up on Maureen and all three of them did her at the same time, one in each opening and they all ended up fucking her in each hole. After they finished I had to lick their cum off her face, her pussy and her ass. Then my sweet darling wife had me suck each of them off. That night I got to suck my cum from her well used pussy.

For the next two days we were the only people at the resort and that worked in our favor. Maureen told me that she was sore and could use a day or two to recuperate from the first three guys. I wanted at least 5 men to use her as I thought that was a sexy number. When I was in high school a girl got into a gangbang with 5 guys and I thought that was as good as it could get. What I wanted was all 5 doing her at the same time but as you have seen from other parts of this story I don't always get what I want. 



Cunnilingus Year



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Nineteen ninety four was my year of cunnilingus.  I lived to eat pussy and that was the only thing continually on my mind.  Ah yes, perhaps my mind would wander as a woman passed and my eyes would light on her breasts, perhaps her face or her hair, but each time inevitably my focus would move downward.  Tight pants were great that year as through the day a woman’s clothes would work its way into even the most intimate cracks and crevasses.  With an appropriately timed gaze I could see a woman’s pussy even if she were fully clothed.

Statistically speaking I had a difficult goal, I mean there is a percentage of women, albeit a very small percentage, but there is definitely a percentage of women a man like me could approach and ask, “May I fuck you?” and their answer would be, “Yes.”  

Now, consider the percentage of positive responses a man like me might get asking a woman, “May I perform cunnilingus on you?”  Yes, the percentage drops and although a question like this may bring an invitation to kiss another intimate part of her anatomy, you still aren’t eating pussy.

That is not to say I didn’t have opportunities, because I did.  There was Shelia, a heavyset girl I met in a bar after work one day.  I’ve always been drawn to the bigger women, so when I saw Shelia sitting at the end of the bar I could do nothing else but introduce myself.  She smiled and actually talked to me, so I planned to buy her enough drinks to get her drunk.  Now like any big person it took a bit more than usual to get Shelia drunk, but after two trips to the ATM, I was pretty sure she was positively drunk.

Of course then I asked her, “Shelia, may I perform cunnilingus on you?”

“Why of course, I was wondering when you’d ask,” she replied, wrapping her arm around me.

Shocked as I was at her response, I was ready.  I had anticipated leaving the bar to do this, but she simply stood up, shimmied her panties down and pulled them out from under her dress.  Looking around, she quickly lifted her dress and I slid in underneath.  It took some doing but I finally pried her thighs far enough apart and I slid my head in.

It was too dark to see anything thing so I did it all by Braille, sliding my tongue in between her labia and pushing it into her pussy.  After tasting her and moving my tongue about inside her I moved up to her clit.  It was a struggle because just as I thought things were going good, she’d grab my head and pull it close to her.  I’d then have to fight just to catch my breath.

I wrestled with that woman’s thighs, labia and clit for over forty-five minutes and she never came.  When my jaw finally locked and I fell to the floor in pain I simply had to give up.  I sheepishly appeared from under her skirt, took a sip of my beer, kissed her goodnight and left.

Fortunately, my saga for ninety-four was just beginning.  Apparently Shelia was simply too drunk to realize I did such a lousy job and considering how long I was down there, she figured she must have come five or six times in that time.  In fact she thought it was so good she told all her friends on the women’s wrestling team, who told their friends in the tea-cup league, who told their friends… and so on and so on.

The rest of nineteen ninety-four was set for me.  I had women coming up to me in the street and asking me to perform cunnilingus on them.  After I performed it with them, they told their friends and so on.  I must have had cunnilingus with maybe three or four hundred women.

What always confused me was why they kept coming.  I mean I was never very good at cunnilingus, the women never came with me, often they were quite bored.  Oddly, the women couldn’t bring themselves to believe I could be that bad, especially since Shelia recommended me.  In fact, none believed I was that bad, they convinced themselves they expected too much and they started lowering their expectations when a man crawled between their legs.  In that year, I single handedly I lowered the bar for cunninglingists everywhere and so now just a mediocre performance is hailed as wonderful and a gifted performer can lick his way to heaven.

Of course for me, I’ve moved on and though nineteen ninety-four is over I’ve continued to under whelm women everywhere I go.  So ladies, keep this in mind when a stranger approaches you and asks, “May I perform cunnilingus on you?”  you may have an opportunity to set a new standard in oral sex.  Be sure and make the most of it.