Needing Cunnilingus - Sex Stories

Needing Cunnilingus

... Declan’s cock because it was part of him.

Bridget took a sip of her wine, locked eyes with Declan, and said, “I seem to recall that our man Lawrence liked to write about his ladies’, er, bits.”

“Let me quote from Lady Chatterley’s Lover, Chapter Twelve,” said Declan, lowering his gaze to the exceedingly moist region between Bridget’s legs.

Declan continued to stare longingly at Bridget’s hyper-aroused pussy as he recounted the words of the gamekeeper to Lady Chatterley.

“Th’art good cunt, though, aren’t ter? Best bit o’ cunt left on earth”.

Bridget sobbed, overwhelmed at the contrast between Declan’s subtle, sophisticated, erotic, loving approach with her husband’s crass technique.

Declan lowered his lips to Bridget’s aroused, distended clit, and kissed and sucked it tenderly. Then he pushed the tip of his tongue into her needy slit. He pushed his tongue in and out firmly a few times.

“Oh, I love your tongue pushing my lips apart, and pushing deeper into my cunt,” groaned Bridget.

Sensing that Bridget was close to climaxing, Declan withdrew his tongue, making her groan with a mix of frustration and ecstasy.

Next, Declan took Bridget through a cycle. First, light clit-licking with the tip of the tongue. Then, firm pressure with the flat of the tongue on the labia, both sides, long strokes, going the full length.. They were like warm, wet silk. And then tongue-thrusting, decisively into the vagina; fucking with a tongue instead of a cock. He repeated ...

... the cycle over and over, backing off whenever Bridget neared orgasm.

Bridget was overwhelmed. She whimpered, and screamed, and gushed cunt-juice. Declan loved her taste. He looked forward to kissing Prue when they went home, and experiencing her reaction when she tasted Bridget’s dried juices on his lips and tongue.

Bridget was on tenterhooks, expecting that Declan would become sick of all this oral stuff, and would need to switch to fucking.

However, Declan’s intention was to drive Bridget over the brink with pure cunnilingus. Between licking and sucking he murmured phrases praising the appearance and taste of her genitals, sometimes gentle comments, sometimes vulgar ones. The contrast drove Bridget wild. She begged for him to let her cum.

So eventually it was time. After another round of clit and labial tongue work, Declan went to town with the third phase of the cycle, with one embellishment.

As well as thrusting his tongue forcefully to and fro in Bridget’s luscious cunt, he gently inserted a finger, generously lubricated with Bridget’s juices, into her arse. At first it was just the finger-tip, but then he inserted the whole length of the finger. He slid it in and out in phase with his skilled tongue movements.

A few minutes of this sent Bridget totally out of control. She shrieked and screamed as her pelvic muscles contracted uncontrollably – it was a prolonged orgasm of unmatched intensity.

Declan gradually slowed his anal thrusting, and withdrew ...