BRIAN GARDNER
Cunnilingus. Such a beautiful word. Lingus is Latin for tongue, and we can all guess what the cunni means. I can think of no other activity I would rather be doing, no other place I’d rather be, than between the soft, silky thighs of a beautiful woman, swabbing my tongue up, down and around her wet, pink pussy. Pussy, another mellifluous word. Just like labia, vulva and clitoris. They could be names out of Tolkien, but instead they are the most tantalizing parts of a woman’s body, parts that I long to taste.
There seems to be a mystique about eating pussy, and I suppose something that marvelous would shroud itself in mystery. Guys who can do it well attain a sort of status that only ninja warriors seem to attain. And though there are many colorful euphemisms to describe it, the simplest phrase describes it the best: eating pussy.
Over the years, I have become somewhat of an expert at this, if I can be immodest. But I certainly didn’t come by this knowledge instinctively—I had to be taught. For that, I owe my college girlfriend, Rhonda.
Rhonda opened my eyes to many things. She was a genuine free spirit, and I learned about art, politics and philosophy from her. More important, she taught me the art of performing perfect cunnilingus.
Thinking about her now gives me a warm glow of nostalgia, as well as a lump in my pants. We met in a film class, and I was immediately smitten with her big blue eyes, button nose and dimpled cheeks. She wore her brown hair in a boyish cut that accentuated her cute face.
My relationship with Rhonda lasted for a few years, and during that time we had many memorable sexual encounters, but one of our first times together really stands out in my memory. It was a Saturday afternoon in the spring, and a pouring rain drummed against the roof of Rhonda’s house, canceling our plans for a picnic. Instead, she lit a few dozen candles, put a jazz CD on the stereo and invited me to take a bubble bath with her.
I had wanted to suggest that we just hop right into bed, but something in her voice told me that following her lead would end up being worth my while. In fact, as we slipped into the hot, soapy water, Rhonda gleefully informed me that she was taking charge, and if I listened to her all afternoon, what would follow would “blow my mind.” I eagerly agreed, especially when her lathered hands reached for my stiffening cock.
We washed each other thoroughly, and after we climbed out of the tub and dried each other off, she led me by the hand to her bed. We stretched out on the mattress and she told me she wanted me to use my tongue and hands all over her body, going as slowly as I possibly could. Then she looked up at me expectantly, her eyes glistening in the candlelight. Tentatively, I ran my fingers across Rhonda’s arm. Her skin was so soft that I shuddered with anticipation. She shivered also, and bade me to continue. My fingers danced across her flesh, and her nipples visibly hardened. When I tweaked them, she cooed and told me to suck them. I bent forward slowly, knowing instinctively not to rush things and pop them in my mouth like grapes, though that was what I wanted to do. Instead, I began by lightly kissing along her cleavage and then slowly around the curve of her breast, spiraling inward toward her nipple. She moaned softly and ran her fingers through my hair. Eventually, I took a plump nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently. Rhonda told me to flick my tongue against it, and I did so, which made her body squirm beneath me.
When I’d had my fill of her cherry-red nipples, I busied myself with the rest of her flesh. I kissed her neck, ears, shoulders and stomach, careful not to miss an inch. My cock was extremely hard, but I resisted the urge to touch myself and focused only on Rhonda. She rolled over onto her stomach, and I peppered her back with soft kisses all the way down to her sweet little ass, which I caressed with my tongue.
I methodically made my way down her legs. She kept up a patter of murmured encouragements, but clearly I had caught on quickly and didn’t need much instruction. When I got to her tiny feet, I really turned her on by sucking on her toes and licking her soles.
The CD had been set to repeat mode and was making its third go-round by the time Rhonda rolled back over. Her eyes were absolutely glazed with lust, and she spread her legs, showing me the glistening wetness of her shaved pussy. My mouth watered as I gazed down at the delectable sight between her thighs. As I began to lean forward, she put her foot on my chest and said, “Take it slow. Ease into it.”
Nodding, I put my lips on her ankle, and then began kissing my way up her calves. The smell of her arousal, mixed with the aroma of the candles, was so heady I almost swooned. I got closer and closer to her pussy and circled it with my tongue. Her labia puckered, and I let a puff of breath waft across them. Like a butterfly, I let my tongue land softly on her moist slit. Ever so slowly, I began to kiss and lick her pussy, and her lips opened like a blooming rose.
Now Rhonda put her hands on my head to guide me. She instructed me not to attack her clitoris directly, at least not yet. I saw it clearly, poking out from its hood, and resisted the temptation to suck on it. Instead, I continued to lick up and down her slit. Following her directions, I got my fingers into the act, inserting two inside her cunt while pressing my thumb against her mons. Once I began sliding them in and out, she told me to go ahead and run my tongue against her clit.
When I did that, Rhonda shouted and nearly threw me off the bed. I decided to go for broke and began buzz-sawing her clit as I finger-fucked her. The pitter-pat of the raindrops against the roof punctuated my ministrations perfectly, and in just a few minutes she flooded my mouth with her nectar. She mashed her sex against my chin, and the walls of her vagina clamped around my fingers. I held her tightly, continuing to eat her pussy even as she shook through her orgasm.
When Rhonda recovered she snuggled against me, my hard-on pressed firmly against her soft thigh. After a few minutes she looked up into my eyes and said, “Now that’s how you eat pussy.”
I was rewarded moments later. Starting at my ear, she gave me a thorough tongue bath, spending most of her time and concentration on licking my cock and balls. With a talent I never knew she possessed, she would bring me to the edge of an explosion before she’d back off, squeezing my prick in her hands. Then she’d start again, either sucking my balls into her mouth or licking up and down my shaft. I was almost delirious before she finally began sucking me in earnest, bobbing her head up and down over my entire length while fondling my balls with her fingers. She had a hungry look in her eye that told me she was ready for my come, so I let go and filled her mouth with my frothy cream. Rhonda swallowed it all, except for a bit that trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Then she sat astride me, smiling beatifically, and slurped that up as well.
Before that day was over, Rhonda had given me a few more lessons in the art of oral sex. That was when I realized I had a predilection—and a talent—for cunnilingus. I became addicted to going down on her, and I was disappointed when we got jobs in different cities and went our separate ways.
Rhonda, however, had taught me well, and there have been a number of women since who have been the recipients of the knowledge she imparted. My most recent girlfriend, Abby, has even asked me to say thank you for her, if I ever get the chance.
Abby started working in my office about a year after I did. Confident, she strode around the office in her smart corporate suits, her long, red hair flowing down her back. I was instantly smitten. Fortunately, the attraction was mutual, and we began to date. She was a little sexually inexperienced, though, and wanted to take things slowly. I liked her enough to wait until she was ready, but I couldn’t help fantasizing about the first time I’d go down on her, and what her pussy would taste like.
After a few months, Abby and I decided to spend the weekend at a bed-and-breakfast in the mountains. We drove there after work on Friday and got to the inn at close to midnight, too tired to do anything but unpack and go straight to bed. It was the first time we would be spending the night together, though, and I was wondering exactly what was going to happen.
Abby went into the bathroom and closed the door. I waited expectantly, and when she emerged she was wearing an ankle-length flannel nightgown. She looked quite radiant in it, but a tad too wholesome for my taste. I had been hoping for something a bit more risqué.
We climbed into bed, and she nestled against me. I held her, but we were both so tired that it was only a couple of minutes until we fell asleep.
The next day we skated almost all afternoon on the pond next to the inn. I hadn’t skated since I was a kid, and she ran rings around me. After falling for about the twentieth time, I took a seat on a bench and watched her glide across the ice. She had a whale of a time, and her pink-flushed cheeks made her look almost unbearably sexy. I hoped she wouldn’t tire herself out so that we could have some fun later that night.
Afterward, we enjoyed a fine dinner at the inn and then went upstairs to our room. I suggested we take a bath together. Abby seemed a bit uncertain, but agreed. We went into the bathroom and slowly undressed each other as the tub filled with water. She had a slight yet athletic build, with lovely small breasts capped by pink nipples. She stood before me, shyly crossing her hands in front of her crotch, which was framed by a tuft of strawberry-blonde hair. Then she took a good look at me and blushed because my cock, in anticipation of what was to come, had filled out and was hard and pointing right at her.
I took her hand, and we slipped into the water. Abby sat between my legs, facing away from me. After I scrubbed her back, I reached around to cup her tits. She moaned and leaned back against me, squirming against my cock. My soapy hands found her pussy and rubbed it, my fingers dancing between her folds. She held her breath as I caressed her, but I broke off contact before she neared orgasm.
Stepping out of the bath, we toweled each other off and headed back to the bedroom. Then I turned the bedside lamp on its lowest setting and put a silky scarf of hers over it. The room was now enveloped in an amber glow, the perfect complement to her peaches-and-cream complexion. I then suggested that she lie on her stomach on top of the covers, and she complied.
I ran my fingers lightly across her back, ass and thighs. I wanted to get close to her pussy, to taste it, and knowing I would be the first to do that made me giddy with excitement. Abby trembled as I touched her and pulled up her knees so that they were tucked up underneath her body. With her head buried in the pillow, it was a very erotic pose. Her ass, which was firm and smooth, glowed in the lamplight. I salivated as I moved in to kiss it.
Abby squealed as I trailed my lips over her ass. Then I pulled apart her cheeks slightly and swiped my tongue across her succulent rosebud a few times, making her jump a little. Finally, I lifted her hips slightly to get at the main course. Her labia were puffed and the same pink as her nipples, with just the slightest amount of dew on them. I touched my fingers to the moisture, gently spreading it around, lubricating her. She continued to squeal into the pillow as I massaged her nether lips between my fingers. More dew seeped from within, until she was soaked.
Sensing that now was the time, I moved my mouth to within millimeters of her cunt. I let my breath fall on her slickened mound, which made her shudder. Then I ran my tongue across her pussy and she yelped. I backed off for a moment, letting her know that she was in control of the pace, and she was quiet. Then she hungrily whispered the word I had hoped to hear: “More.” I smiled and went back to work.
With increasing intensity, I continued to lick and suck on just her outer labia. The continuous flow of juice told me I was on the right track, as did the moans and groans that increased in volume. Taking it to the next step, I reached in and parted her lips, and as the petals were spread, I got a good look at what lay within. Hungrily, I lapped at her opening, thrusting my tongue as deep as it would go.
Soon I started getting a little stiff from the position I was in, so I urged Abby to turn over onto her back. She looked so beautiful, her face positively beaming. I kissed her thighs and spread her legs wide, then dove into her pussy. Her lips were fully apart, and I rubbed my face between them. Then I found her clitoris with my tongue, which made Abby yelp again. I licked all around it, only occasionally returning to directly make contact with that little nub.
I sensed Abby was ready to come, and that it would only take a little push from me to make it happen. I inserted two fingers into her very tight pussy and began finger-fucking her as I licked all around her clitoris. When I felt her cunt walls clamp down on my fingers, I attached my lips to her clit and sucked. That did it. She pressed her legs tightly against my ears, bucked her hips and came in my mouth.
It took her several minutes to come back to earth. I held her tightly as she shivered, feeling kind of proud of myself, and then I felt her fingers snake around my cock.
“I’ve never sucked a cock before,” she said softly, stroking me up and down. I told her there was a first time for everything, and that there was no such thing as a bad blow job. She giggled and shifted her body so that her head was right between my legs.
I gave her some hints as to what I liked, which she happily complied with. She licked my balls and the base of my cock, then took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. This made my body jerk, and Abby looked alarmed. I assured her that it felt great and told her to keep going. She did, taking my entire head into her mouth, sucking and circling it with her tongue. She was a natural, and when I told her so she smiled and got more aggressive.
Eventually, Abby took about three-quarters of my shaft into her mouth and pistoned her head up and down as she fondled my balls. She said she loved the taste of my precome, and now that I had introduced her to oral sex, I would have a hard time stopping her from doing it all the time. That sounded great to me!
It wasn’t long before I was nearing my climax, so I asked her if she wanted to swallow my come, or if I should withdraw. She thought this over for a second and then said she was game, and resumed sucking my cock. A few seconds later, I filled her mouth with cream. She swallowed most of it, though a few drops still coated her lips. To my delight, she licked those off like she’d been sucking cock all her life.
The rest of that weekend was one of incredible discovery. Most of it was of the oral variety, as Abby learned that not only did she love to suck cock, she happened to be very good at it. She also loved to have my tongue wiggling in her cunt, bringing her to climax after climax. We never made it back out onto the ice, and we hardly broke for meals. We were too busy eating each other! Our shared love of oral sex continues to this very day, as the lessons Rhonda taught me have served us both well.