Needing Cunnilingus - Sex Stories

Needing Cunnilingus

... his clit-licking was mediocre, and at times painful. At least we finished off with a passably frenetic fuck.”

Bec replied with appropriately sympathetic comments, and then briefly whispered something to Bridget, glancing across the room at Declan.

Bec then nodded to Bridget, and sashayed over to Declan.

Bec was short and blonde. Her full, prominent lips somehow hinted, correctly, at a very hearty libido. During their brief, intense relationship when they were post-graduate students, Declan had loved experiencing those luscious lips around the end of his cock. After going their separate ways they had somehow found a way to remain great mates.

“Hi gorgeous,” said Bec. “I see your tarty wife has fucked off with that tall blond wanker of a broker. Never mind, the lovely Bridget desperately needs some company.”

Bec proceeded to describe to Declan in considerable detail the inadequacy of Bridget’s marital love-life. “I’ve explained to Bridget that when we dated, I found that you were particularly adept in Mouth-to-South manoeuvres,” said Bec, smirking as she recalled how skilful Declan had been when he had given her genitals a workout with his lips and tongue.

“I suggest you take that expensive bottle of Chardonnay over to Bridget, and top up her glass, for starters. I wouldn’t try to disguise that increasingly prominent bulge in your trousers. Oh, and I’ve organised for that apartment at the bottom of the garden to be unlocked, with fresh sheets on the ...

... bed.”

Bec gave Declan’s firm cock a discreet, affectionate rub through his trousers as she moved away to chat to lovely big Jamal. Jamal was an accomplished Project Engineer, renowned for his rapacious sexual capacity, and substantial anatomy.

Declan followed Bec’s advice and wandered across the room, bottle of white wine in hand. As he topped up Bridget’s glass, they easily fell into a lovely, relaxed conversation.

Bridget was vice-principal at a prominent senior high school. Her subject was English literature, and she loved to read for leisure. She particularly enjoyed D.H.Lawrence’s work. Declan was an expert on his books and poetry, so they discussed that subject at length.

“It’s wonderful the way that Lawrence advocates ‘tender-hearted fucking’,” said Declan gently, his gaze flicking between Bridget’s eyes, and her wonderful deep cleavage, engendering a sudden gush between Bridget’s legs.

“At seventeen, I languidly masturbated my way through Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” said Bridget casually, gazing at Declan’s bulge. “Reading that book greatly advanced my appreciation of my easily aroused clit,” she added, as she asked Declan for more wine.

They re-filled their glasses, and wandered outside to a dark corner of the garden, where they found a bench seat. Just off the patio they glimpsed Bec and Jamal locked in a passionate embrace. Bec’s top was down, revealing her lovely smallish perky tits. Jamal was fondling her erect left nipple. Bec’s hand was down the front of ...