Needing Cunnilingus - Sex Stories

Needing Cunnilingus

It was yet another of the group’s usual parties. Twenty or so couples, mostly aged mid-to-late thirties.

Too much booze, too much cleavage, too many wankers (stockbrokers, merchant bankers, lawyers).

Too much chat about hedge funds, Ferraris, expensive holidays, and golf.

Declan was an academic. He lectured in modern European literature at the university. His flighty wife Prue, a high-powered financial journalist, had disappeared to play with some stud with whom she had paired up quite early in the evening.

Declan wasn’t fussed. He knew that Prue would be primed for a proper fuck when they got home, much later. Meanwhile, he should be able to find himself a bit of reasonable quality tit and maybe cunt, preferably someone who didn’t want to just talk about mercenary topics.

Across the room, he could see that his feisty friend Bec was chatting intensely with the lovely Bridget. Bridget was dark-haired, tanned, and slightly above medium height. Her tits looked to be more than slightly above medium size. Declan had only chatted with her very briefly at one previous gathering, but had found her to be an excellent and witty conversationalist, as well as being very easy on the eye.

Unbeknown to Declan, life at home was far from satisfactory for Bridget.

Bec, never one for polite preliminaries, topped up Bridget’s glass, and asked, “Are you loving your hunky husband’s huge cock?”

Bridget had been married for eighteen months to Gerry, good-looking, wealthy, ...

... tall, and known to be extremely well-hung.

“What’s the use of eight and a half inches when it is used like a crosscut saw?” snarled the usually affable Bridget.

“Oh, not a considerate lover, then?” replied Bec.

“Totally boring,” said Bridget.

“Missionary every time. I’m going to borrow the nickname of the philandering ex French Premier Jacques Chirac,” added Bridget. “He was known as Mr. Three Minutes, including the shower.”

Bec guffawed, choking on her Riesling.

“He won’t consider giving me any oral,” added Bridget, angrily.

Bec understood that this would be an enormous deprivation for her long-standing friend, who had been an avid cunnilingus aficionado back in the day. She recalled the lovely evening in Berlin, ten years ago, when the two German studs she and Bridget had picked up at the nightclub went to town with their tongues.

Bridget had produced extraordinary shrieks as Manfred had adeptly tongued her clit and her cunt. Then she just sobbed when Jurgen gave her seconds. As she settled after two extraordinary climaxes, Bridget reciprocated by giving Jurgen a sensational blow job. Bec and Manfred had greatly enjoyed watching as they fucked, gently at first, though Bec had soon demanded harder and deeper thrusts from Manfred’s gigantic uncut cock.

Bridget continued her lament. “Six weeks ago was the last time I was tongued. I went the pub with my slutty friend Lexie for some cougaring. I picked up a gorgeous young footballer. He tried hard, but ...