Needing Cunnilingus - Sex Stories

Needing Cunnilingus

... Jamal’s jeans.

“Yet again, my libidinous friend exhibits her penchant for BBC,” observed Bridget, as she and Declan resumed their chat. “She has always been so insatiable. But enough about Bec. Please tell me more about Lawrence.”

Declan slipped an arm around Bridget’s shoulders and toyed with her thin strap.

“Well, there’s no doubt that he loved to write about tits,” said Declan.

“For example, in ‘Sun’ Juliet’s breasts were ‘Like long white grapes in the hot sun.’

“Then in ‘Song of a Man Who is Loved’ we have ‘Between her breasts is his home, between her breasts’.

“In the poem ‘Sickness’ there’s : ‘Catch my hand between your breasts’

“You just know how to make a girl want to show you her tits, you cunning bastard,” smirked Bridget, as she hooked her thumbs under her straps and slipped her top down.

Her breasts were a lovely bell-shape; narrower at the top, full and heavy at the bottom - Declan’s favourite kind. Her dark nipples were beautifully erect. Bridget moaned as Declan squeezed them, gently initially, but then more assertively.

Declan leaned forward, and in turn kissed each of Bridget’s engorged, aroused nipples. She responded by reaching inside his trousers and grasping his rigid cock.

She tugged the shaft briefly and then moved to his knob. She murmured appreciatively at his pre-cum, and made him moan as she smeared it around his knob and along his shaft.

Declan steadily increased the intensity with which he kissed and licked and ...

... gently bit Bridget’s hopelessly engorged nipples. “Oh fuck,” Bridget said. “I’ll go crazy if you are that good at licking my cunt. Let’s go and find that fucking apartment.”

Bridget left her top down as they wandered through the garden to the apartment, drawing appreciative and envious stares respectively from various straying males and females groping and tugging in the shadows.

The apartment’s bedroom was warm. Beside the bed was an ice-bucket with another bottle of quality white wine.

Declan poured them each a glass as he watched Bridget unhesitatingly remove her shoes, stockings, dress and G-string. Declan was pleased that she hadn’t shaved- it was becoming a minority view, but he loved the natural appearance of her very thick jet-black bush. The copious amounts of Bridget’s juices soaking into her pubic hair and staining the tops of her thighs was an extraordinarily arousing sight.

Bridget lay back on the bed, two pillows under her bum, gorgeous long legs invitingly spreadeagled, as she watched Declan disrobe. His torso and arms were moderately but not grotesquely muscled. He slipped his pre-cum stained jocks off to reveal his beautiful cock, totally erect, mushroom knobbed, not huge, but very adequate.

From her marital experience, Bridget knew well that size alone was an unimportant parameter. She was so totally horny from Declan’s subtle erotic conversation, and wonderful nipple work that she was totally disinterested in his dimensions. She just loved ...