TAMMY SMALLS
“You have an oral fixation,” my boyfriend, Josh, said from his position between my thighs.
“I have an oral fixation?” I repeated, feeling totally dumbfounded as I looked down at my handsome lover. I was so surprised by his offhanded comment because he was the one with the tantalizing tongue making those unbelievably sexy circles up and over my clit. He was the one whose fingers were spreading my bare pussy lips wide apart, creating that devastatingly sexy ache within me. And he was the one who was alternating those soft, sexy circles with gentle licks followed by delicate nibbles—three different sensations that had me nearly screaming in pleasure. With Josh touching me like that, every nerve ending of my body was tingling with sexual satisfaction.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and although I knew this wasn’t the most appropriate time or place for a disagreement, I couldn’t stop myself from responding.
“Me?” I demanded, pushing myself up on my arms to gaze down at him. I knew my blue eyes were blazing. “But you’re the one who’s—” Yet I couldn’t actually continue the conversation, because his tongue started right up again, flicking my clit and instantly rendering me speechless. He wasn’t playing fair at all! As his magical tongue tricked along my swollen clit, I immediately lost the power to talk and think. He knew perfectly well what he was doing. There he was, labeling me as orally insatiable and then making it absolutely impossible for me to argue. It’s probably one of his more underhanded lawyerly tactics, although I’m quite certain he doesn’t employ this trick when making a case in a crowded courtroom—but wouldn’t that be the ultimate crowd-pleaser?
As he continued to tease me, his tongue rotating in dangerous circles around and around my hot little button, I fell back into the luxurious pile of pillows at the head of our bed. I balled my hands into fists at my sides and started panting, my body shivering underneath him with barely restrained passion. Every inch of my skin was drenched in wicked wetness. My thighs were wet. The rumpled, pink satin sheets beneath me were wet. Josh’s handsome face was wet. His sense of timing was unreal. The warmth of his tongue on my pussy had me quivering all over. The pressure of his mouth was divine—the way he’d touch my clit firmly and then back off to let me recover. Then again, there he was, touching me just so…
Perhaps he was right. Maybe I did have an oral fixation. I’d never really considered it before. Perhaps that’s why I always keep hard candy in a jar on my desk in the office, something to pop into my mouth while I work all day. And I couldn’t disagree that I often want to start our sex sessions on my knees in front of Josh, sucking him all the way to the root. Certainly, at that moment, I was most definitely fixated on him and the way he was orally pleasuring me.
Surrendering to my desires, I opened my fists and twisted my fingers in his thick hair, holding him to me, keeping him exactly where I needed him. I no longer wanted to continue our conversation. I didn’t want to enter into what would surely become a lively debate, as such discussions with Josh always are. The only thing I knew for certain was that I wanted his tongue on me, taking me higher, taking me precisely where I needed to go.
But then, almost before I realized what was going on, I needed more. “Quick—” I begged, my hands slipping from his hair to his broad, tanned shoulders, my cranberry-colored fingernails dark against his skin. “Let me taste you.”
“See, Tammy?” He was smiling. I knew he was smiling, even though I couldn’t fully see his face because it was still pressed against my slit, since I felt the tickle of the corners of his lips curling upward against my flesh. “You like to have something in your mouth.” There were more tickles as he spoke those words; I could feel them more than hear them. And I knew that he was right. At least, half right.
“Need,” I corrected him, impatiently tossing my blonde curls out of my face so that my hair fell past my shoulders. “I need to have something in my mouth.” I didn’t have to tell him that he’d won. His teasingly condescending tone of voice assured me that he knew it already. However, what he’d really won was more significant than the satisfaction of being right. He’d won the prize of my waiting, willing mouth. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be in the mood to withhold what I wanted. With a low laugh, Josh quickly made my dreams come true. Maneuvering his lean body on the bed, he positioned his rock-hard cock directly in front of my waiting lips. I admired his fully erect shaft for a moment. His dick was long and thick, and just looking at it made me hunger for him even more. I gave his pulsing length one dramatic lick from top to bottom, and Josh groaned as he bucked his hips.
My hands automatically moved around his body so that I could be in control. I wanted to work him the way he’d worked me, tease him slowly, build him up in aching increments of pleasure. Josh had spent several minutes between my thighs, taking me higher and higher as though he was trying to find the answer to that age-old question: How many licks does it take…well, to make Tammy come? He had given me the most delicious sort of tongue bath any woman could ever desire, and he definitely deserved the same in return. He deserved all that and more. But suddenly Josh brought his warm mouth back down to my clit again, and every single thought fled my head. Clearly, he was intent on making me climax.
As he once again tripped the tip of his tongue around my clit, I felt the need to scream building within me. I wanted Josh’s strong, hard cock between my lips while he used his tongue and fingers to pleasure my pussy. To my great satisfaction, my boyfriend didn’t have any problem with the desires winging fiercely through me. Instinctively, he slid forward, pressing the rounded head of his cock against my full lower lip. As he slowly pushed his cock into my mouth, his fingertips began to probe my pussy.
“Oh yes,” I mumbled around his shaft, letting him know that he’d given me exactly what I craved. One finger massaged my velvety insides, but soon one finger was not enough and I pulled my mouth off his shaft to let him know.
“Please,” I begged him, the word coming out so breathy and full of desperation that he didn’t need me to say anything else.
With ease, he overlapped two fingers and used them to fuck my slit, while keeping his mouth locked in place on my clit. I instantly returned my lips to his shiny cock, eager to pay him as much devoted oral attention.
I moaned, delighting in the scent of him, the rich taste of his warm skin, the hardness of his rod in my mouth, the veins pulsing and bulging prominently along his length. “More, Josh, more—” My words were delightfully slurred against the thickness of his cock, but Josh seemed to understand precisely what I was asking for.
He fucked my mouth, feeding me inch by rock-solid inch, his lips and fingers never leaving my pussy for a second. While I sucked him, his tongue continued playing X-rated games with my clit, raising my level of arousal higher and higher and bringing me closer to the point of no return. I stopped thinking about anything as I drank from him, my mouth caressing him, my body aching for release. I was certain that the warm, wet world of my mouth was pleasing him as much as his tongue on my pussy was pleasing me. I did my best to provide a steady, dependable rhythm for him, completely swallowing his length each time he thrust it into my mouth.
As I felt the climax building within me, I slammed against his body from below, doing my best to drive his fingers even farther into my pussy, desperate for deeper penetration. My mouth never wavered from his cock. I never let him slide all the way out, and I made sure to keep a trail of warm, wet saliva connecting my tongue to his cockhead. We were locked in a fabulous ring of pure sexual intensity, and when I started to come, I felt closer to Josh than I ever had before. We were melded together like one being, and he drank from me as I drank from him, our orgasms intensifying each from the other. As he came, thrusting firmly down my throat, I hungrily swallowed every single drop of his load as if it was the sweetest nectar on earth. His cream coated my throat as it slid all the way down, satisfying one part of my voracious hunger.
“Oh god,” I sighed when he pulled out of my mouth. I felt momentarily emptied, saddened by the loss of his turgid flesh between my lips, wanting to suck on him forever. “Oh, Josh—”
He was as flushed as I was, his cheeks the same pinkish hue as when he’s finished a morning run. I could have shut my eyes, curled my body around his and gone right to sleep in the glow of the sunbeams warming our bed, but Josh had entirely different plans. Thank god for that, because Josh’s plans often lead to me having earth-shattering orgasms.
As soon as he caught his breath, Josh crawled up my body to give me a kiss that was richly redolent of my pussy juice. With our tongues entwined, my cunt tingled with a fresh hunger. He didn’t speak, just continued lavishing me with kisses, sparking my desire yet again. Looking into Josh’s dark-green eyes made me feel exposed, as if he could see inside me to my soul, into all of my secret fantasies. With Josh, that’s a good thing. I want him to climb inside my mind and discover all of the dirty fantasies and desires that await him.
Josh left me reclining against the pillows and slid down my body, settling himself between my still-splayed legs. He pressed one of his thumbs against my clit and then brought his free hand up to my mouth. He pushed his thumb against my lower lip and instantly I started to suck on it. I did this without thinking, without realizing that once again I was indulging my oral side. I simply drew his warm thumb a bit deeper into the wetness of my mouth, closing my eyes as I sucked on him.
“Yes, that’s it,” Josh encouraged me. I continued to suck Josh as he used his other hand to spread my still-swollen, still-dripping pussy lips. He breathed gently on me, and I quivered and stopped sucking his thumb. He immediately pulled back from me and said, “Tammy, I want you to continue. No matter what I do, you keep going.”
It took every effort I had to follow this instruction, but the reward I received was almost instantaneous. As I sucked on his thumb, he returned to licking my pussy. I soon realized, however, that he was paying attention to the way I sucked him. He was mimicking the rhythm of my choosing with his tongue on my twitching clit. That swollen nub was still so sensitive from my first orgasm that I could barely stand the pleasure. Even his breath on me was almost too much. So when he actually sucked my clit into his mouth again, pulling on it over and over, I thought I might literally shatter from ecstasy.
With these thoughts in my head, it’s not surprising that once again, despite Josh’s strict instruction, I forgot to do my job. I momentarily forgot to show him with my mouth what I wanted him to do with his. Instantly, all pleasure stopped. I opened my eyes to see Josh looking up at me, his emerald eyes glowering. For an instant, I was embarrassed, sorry for disappointing him. But then my own temper began to rise and an even better idea came to mind. Two could play his game.
Without a word of warning or a breath of explanation, I swiveled my body around so that I was facing his lower half, my pussy still within reach of his lips. Then I gripped his hardened shaft and brought it to my mouth, settling my lips on the tip. Josh groaned with pleasure. I performed a slow flicking motion over the head and sensitive underside and did my best to send Josh messages with each and every little lick. See? I was saying with the tip of my tongue. I like it like this. A little swirl. A tiny circle.
Josh immediately understood and followed suit. Soon, he and I were messaging back and forth to each other with the speed and frequency of IMs on the computer.
Suck harder, he told me by nearly devouring my clit.
Slow down, I replied with a restrained bob along the full length of his rod.
Tap your tongue gently on the tip, he begged.
Trace letters around my clit, I responded.
Touch me like this, we both demanded. Touch me exactly like this!
Our sexy game soon morphed into a pornographic version of Simon Says. We played using only our fingers, palms, lips and tongues, and when either one of us became too creative on his or her own, the other was quick to reply—Ah, ah, ah! Simon didn’t say that. Of course, the entire conversation was conducted via oral actions, which made the encounter all the more erotic. I showed Josh with my body, with the way I wriggled in his arms or bucked closer to his mouth, that I reveled in his touch, in every lap of his curious tongue and kiss of his lips.
Josh thrust deeper, trying to pound into my throat each time I used my little finger to stroke behind his balls. We found ourselves listening intently to each other’s cues and responding. When Josh’s fingers caressed my ass, I responded in kind. When he pulled back and simply breathed on me, I did the same. We played this game of teasing each other until I was almost out of my mind. I felt giddy, dizzy, my body literally trembling. I was focused fully on giving Josh what he wanted, and he was acting the same way.
Almost too soon, I began to decipher the message that he was going to come. But this time, he added a clear verbal instruction. “Get on top of me, Tammy. I want to fuck you.”
As soon as he spoke, I realized that I wanted that, too, and I quickly obeyed, sliding around again to face him, gliding my slick pussy down over his shaft and riding cowgirl-style as he bounced me up in the air with the motions and power of his energetic thrusts. Of course, my oral fixation didn’t leave me for a second, and Josh knew that. But this time, he gripped my waist tightly and pulled me down so that we were kissing, his tongue probing my mouth as his cock filled me below. I lost myself in his kiss and the satisfaction of his radiant movements. Kissing and fucking soon gave way to coming, and I surrendered to the demolishing force of pleasure that exploded deep within me. Josh came a beat after me, and then held me tight to him with his muscular arms wrapped around my body as the reverberations of bliss echoed through us both.
As we lay there, Josh let his fingers wander along my cheekbones, tracing up and down and slowly moving lower until he brushed my lips, and I found myself licking his fingertips. Tasting salt, sweat and skin. Tasting Josh. Tasting myself. Josh chuckled at my automatic response, and I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. When I put my hand out, I felt something else rising as well. He was hard again, and I was as hungry as ever.
Orally fixated? Perhaps I am. But orally satisfied? Never.