25: Better Oral than a Lesbian

The Ginger Tabby had been in town for a while, and we’d been fucking for a while. But she always told me not to bother going down on her because it wasn’t something that did much for her. None of her girlfriends had ever succeeded in getting her off like that.

Eventually I got tired of hearing her say that, because I love to eat pussy. Not only do I have a strong enough oral fixation that I saw “Biting is my Love language”, I live to eat pussy. The taste of pussy on my tongue is like ambrosia that drives me wild.

I wasn’t having it any more. She wasn’t saying I wasn’t allowed to lick her, just that there was no real point to it.

I got comfortable. I put my face in her pussy and I licked it like I could find the cure for cancer in her pussy if I just got my tongue far enough into her. I fucking used the tip of my name to draw letters on her labia, writing my name across her pussy. I gently grazed her clit with my teeth as I sucked it into my mouth. I growled hard and deep in my vocal cords so that my tongue was vibrating as I shoved in inside her. I coiled my tongue under the hood of her clit and made love to it. I drank her nectar like it was the finest of wines. I held onto her thighs with my nails and was invested in that pussy like a stock broker in an IPO. Nothing existed in my world except her pussy.

And she came.

She whimpered and grabbed my head and rode my face through her orgasm. Her first ever from oral. She filled my mouth with her juice and I smiled the biggest smile.

Better cunnilingus than any of her girlfriends!

As far as I know, mine is still the only tongue she’s cum on. A performance I repeated every time she’d let me.