October 2007

What’s not to love about Otis? Six foot three, muscular. Head shaved clean, showing off smooth brown skin, neatly trimmed goatee. Brilliant, expensive car, nice apartment. Oh yeah, and he eats pussy like a champ. Whoever tells you black men don’t eat pussy, don’t you believe it for a second.

When we first started going out, Otis would tell me all the time what a strong tongue he had, and how his jaws would never get tired. He said he could eat a woman out for hours, and she’d get tired before he did. I thought he was just talking a line, of course, and the fact is, it’s notoriously difficult to make me come, so I didn’t believe he’d be any different than any of the other men who had tried.

But then he stripped down, showing off his muscular ebony body, spread my legs, and parted my labia with his fingers. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I was hooked. He used his lips and his teeth and his tongue, alternating. First he wiggled it between his lips, then he flicked his tongue over it again and again, and then he lightly scraped his teeth over it. I felt my thighs trembling, and when I felt his teeth brushing over my clit, I exploded in a series of small orgasms.

He smiled., obviously pleased with his talents, and took a deep breath. His goatee tickled against my pussy lips as he pressed his face against my cunt again. Otis started again, from the beginning. First his lips, then his tongue, then his teeth. He slid one finger into my pussy, wiggling it lightly, further and further in. He pressed lightly against the walls of my cunt, feeling for my G-spot.

By the time he found it, I was feeling like I was going to come, and a big one this time. I moved down slightly on the bed, rubbing my cunt against his lips, pushing my clit even further into his mouth. He kept his finger against my G-spot, rubbing gently as he worked his tongue over my clit. Now he was lapping in long, slow strokes. I shuddered, placing my hands on his smooth, bald head, and worked my hips up against his mouth.

“Yeah, baby,” Otis whispered, his breath sliding warm into my pussy. He slid his tongue into my slit along with his finger and then licked his way back up to my clit. He must have been eating me out for a good half an hour and he showed no signs of tiring. I was breathing rapidly, and as Otis pressed his finger more firmly against my G-spot, I exploded in an enormous climax.

My thighs were shaking, my tits were bouncing, my clit was throbbing, and my cunt was squeezing against his fingers. I cried out in pleasure, moaning again and again. Otis was good, he kept licking my clit, keeping my orgasm going. When he finally pulled away, my entire body was trembling. I moaned again, looking down at him, his lips and goatee shining with my juices.

“I told you I was the best,” Otis said.

“Yes you are,” I said, wrapping my legs around him and pulling his hard cock inside me.

Kayla was doing the laundry when she found them.

Buried at the bottom of her husband’s hamper, a pair of her pantyhose. “How odd,” she thought, placing them on the sink so she could hand-wash them. “I don’t think I put my stockings in there.” She shrugged and went back to sorting through the laundry. That’s what marriage was all about - all your stuff getting in with theirs.

The next week, she found another pair.

When Bob got home that night, Kayla was sitting in the living room, wearing the tight red dress she usually only wore to parties, a pair of hose, and high red heels. When Bob walked inside, she flipped on the lamp beside her chair. “Welcome home,” she said.

Bob did a double-take. “Oops. Are we supposed to be going out?”

Kayla shook her head. “No. I just thought I’d dress up for you.” Bob looked her up and down appreciatively, and Kayla smiled. Usually when she wore this dress he groped her all evening and in the car on the way home, and they’d end up fucking in the front hall the minute they got home.

“Well you look great,” he said, and walked over to kiss her.

“Not so fast,” Kayla said as he leaned over. Bob stood back up, surprised. She pulled the pair of pantyhose she had found in his hamper out. Bob swallowed and backed away. “What are these?”

“Pantyhose, I guess,” Bob said, smiling guiltily.

“Exactly,” Kayla said. “And why were they in your laundry?”

“My laundry?” Bob stammered, still backing away. “Don’t be silly.”

Kayla stood and walked towards him, her heels sinking into the carpet, cleavage bouncing. “Tell me why you have these.” She dangled the nylons in the air. “Tell me that you like to rub these on your cock. Tell me you like to jerk off with them.”

“Yeah,” he said finally.

“Good,” Kayla purred. “Then perhaps you’d like to wear them.”

“Wear them?” Bob asked. Kayla nodded. She unbuttoned his shirt and then knelt in front of him and took off his pants. Bob couldn’t move.

“Go ahead,” she said, handing the pantyhose to him. “Do it,” she ordered when he didn’t move.

Bob moved awkwardly towards the couch and perched on the arm. Kayla crossed her arms, forcing her tits up higher under her dress. He was still too nervous to be hard, but when he slipped his foot into the pantyhose and felt the fabric against his skin, his cock started to twitch.

“One leg at a time,” Kayla advised him. Bob fumbled into the pantyhose until he was able to pull them up to his waist. He adjusted his cock so it lay flat against his stomach, where it started to harden.

“Very nice,” Kayla purred. She walked over to him and trailed her fingernails over the ridge of his cock under the pantyhose. His erection stretched the nylon tight. “Now let’s see you walk.” Her face told him that she wasn’t kidding, so Bob walked. Every step he took made the fabric rub against his legs and his dick with a delicious friction. He knew if he kept moving like that he would blow his load.

But Kayla stopped him. She bent over and slipped out of her own stockings, and held them to his face so he could smell the traces of her hot cunt on the fabric. She kissed her way down his body, licking his cock through the nylon, rubbing his ass through the fabric, and then she sat on the floor and spread her legs. “I’d like you to eat me now.”

Bob lay down on the floor on his stomach. His prick was painfully hard, but it felt so good pressed against the pantyhose like that. Kayla pulled down her dress so that she could play with her nipples and spread her pussy for his tongue. As Bob moved forward and began to lick her clit, his cock rubbed against the floor through the nylon. Bob groaned and Kayla smiled. “Eat,” she ordered.

Every time he moved his head up and down Kayla’s slit, his cock rubbed against the pantyhose and throbbed. He started grinding his hips as he licked her clit, finger-fucking her as the stockings rubbed over his sensitive prick. Kayla was pinching her nipples and moaning as he ate her out. “That’s so good,” she told him. “I bet you’re so fucking hot in those stockings, I bet you’re just dying to come,” she teased.

Bob licked harder, fucked her with his fingers faster, until Kayla was keening like a siren. The pantyhose rubbed over his dick as he moved faster, and then Kayla grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to her cunt. The final motion of his dick against the floor was too much, and Bob moaned as he shot hot arrows of cum against the binding nylons.

“Did that feel good?” Kayla asked him, still pulling at her nipples as Bob rolled over onto his back, his face shining with the juices from her cunt.

“I’ll never keep a secret from you again,” Bob swore.

“I don’t know,” Kayla said. “It was kind of fun finding out about it.”

Kara woke up to a strange sound. It was a humming, muffled somehow. She crept down the hallway to her roommate’s room and peeked inside. Alice was lying on her back with the covers around her waist. Moonlight illuminated the globes of her breasts, olive skin peaked with thick, lusty brown nipples. With one hand, Alice was rubbing her breasts, the other was between her legs, where a suspicious looking lump in the covers was moving slowly. Kara’s mouth fell open and she backed away from the door.

The humming noise stopped abruptly and Kara heard Alice sit up in bed. “Kara?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Kara choked out.

“Are you okay?” Alice opened the door. She had slipped on a short silk robe, which came only to the top of her thighs. Her hard nipples were poking through the silk and Kara could see the bottom of her ass, curved like a perfect “W”.

“Well, I just - I heard a noise.”

Alice laughed and walked back to her bed. She produced a long, dark blue plastic vibrator. “It’s just my vibrator. Don’t you have one?”

“No,” Kara shook her head. “I’ve never even used one.”

“Oh Kara!” Alice seemed truly shocked. She shifted on the bed so her thighs were parted. Kara could see her thick black bush and the shine of her wet pussy lips. “You don’t know what you’re missing! Come here.”

Alice turned the vibrator on a low speed and ran the buzzing tube over Kara’s small breasts. Her small nipples popped out like erasers. “That tickles,” Kara giggled.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Alice asked. She pushed Kara onto her back and lifted her nightgown to expose Kara’s pussy, covered in fluffy light brown hair. “Spread your legs,” Alice whispered.

She ran the vibrator up the inside of Kara’s thighs, teasing her with it. Then she took the tip and traced the lips of Kara’s pussy, which was beginning to glisten. As she pressed the vibrator against Kara’s clit, she moved her hand up and flicked her thumb over Kara’s hard nipples.

“Oh,” Kara moaned in surprise. “It feels so good!” Alice smiled and began to stroke the vibrator along Kara’s pussy, spreading the lips around the plastic, teasing the nub of her clit as it stuck out, bright pink. As Alice continued to rub one of Kara’s breasts, Kara lifted her hand to her other breast and did the same, copying the way her more experienced roommate was teasing her nipples and stroking the soft underside of her tit.

When Kara was relaxed and moaning almost continually, Alice changed her pattern, positioning the head of the long plastic vibrator at the opening of Kara’s pussy and thrusting the shivering plastic inside her cunt. Kara cried out and her whole body jerked like a rag doll. She rubbed her tit harder as Alice continued to fuck her with the vibrator. She alternated strokes, rubbing one along the outside of Kara’s cunt, stroking the next time deep inside her. Alice’s hands were covered with the juices from Kara’s hot pussy.

Sensing that Kara was close to coming, Alice moved, kneeling between her roommate’s thighs. Wrapping her fist around the vibrator so her thumb stuck out, she began to fuck Kara earnestly, her thumb rubbing against the other woman’s clit with each stroke. Kara lifted her other hand to her breast and rubbed that too as Alice continued to screw her with the plastic wand.

Kara started to come, her clit throbbing against Alice’s thumb. Alice kept fucking her with the rod, trying to keep her hand tight around it as Kara’s juices slid down her thighs and made her grip slippery. “Yes, yes,” Kara was calling, grinding her hips into Alice’s fist, grabbing the vibrator with the muscles in her tight cunt. With long, slow, strokes, Alice screwed her roommate to three orgasms.

When Alice withdrew the vibrator, Kara sat up. “Can I try it on you?” she asked shyly.

“Actually,” Alice said. “If you like, I can show you how to do it with your fingers.”

Kara nodded, and Alice took her hand and guided it between her thighs, leading her fingers along the engorged lips of her twat, slick with her juices. “You’re so wet,” Kara moaned. Alice led Kara’s fingers inside, letting her feel the ridges along the walls of her cunt, back to the bud of her asshole, and back up front to the point of her hard clit. With her other hand, Alice pulled Kara’s head forward to taste her nipples. Her heavy breasts hung low on her chest, and Kara ducked her head, capturing each broad nipple in her mouth, sucking hard so the skin pulled taut away from Alice’s breasts. She licked the sides, the bottom, all over Alice’s breasts as the women’s fingers entwined along Alice’s pussy.

Alice moved to the head of the bed and lay back onto her pillows. She spread her long legs wide and motioned to Kara to kneel in front of her. With two fingers, Alice spread her cunt lips wide so her clit stuck out, begging for Kara’s tongue. Kara leaned forward, her ass in the air, and flicked her tongue over Alice’s clit.

Alice moaned appreciatively, encouraging Kara, who began to lick harder. Alice’s wetness flowed down her chin as she lifted her fingers and slid them inside Alice’s hot pussy. She pressed deep inside her roommate’s cunt as her tongue continued to stroke faster and faster along Alice’s clit and pussy lips. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Alice started to scream, pressing her hand along the back of Kara’s neck as she licked frantically, slurping the flowing juices from Alice’s pussy.

Panting, Kara pulled her head from Alice’s pussy and kissed her way up her roommate’s stomach, wiping her glistening face along her roommate’s huge breasts. “Did you enjoy that?” Alice asked.

“Oh yes,” Kara said. “Do you think I could borrow your vibrator sometime?”

“I think we should go out and get you one of your own,” Alice said.

“Can we still play with them together?” Kara asked coyly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Alice smiled.

When I tell you this, you’re not going to believe it. And that’s okay. But it’s a true story, I swear. I can lick my own pussy. I know what you’re thinking - it’s physically impossible. But I swear I can do it.

The thing is, I’m really flexible. When I was younger I was a gymnast, and I still do yoga, so I can do some pretty incredible things with my body. I’m nearly thirty and I can still do cartwheels and somersaults - I can even wrap my legs behind my neck. Which is how I found out that I could lick my own cunt.

What I do is I stretch out for a while first, to make sure that my muscles are warm and flexible. Then I carefully take my legs, one at a time, and bend them up to my shoulders. Usually I hold still like that for a while, rubbing my pussy with my fingers, feeling the muscles in my thighs trembling from the exertion and the arousal. I’m usually so excited knowing what I’m about to do that I’ll have a little orgasm just from touching my sticky cunt.

Then I take my feet and hook them behind my neck. I guess it probably looks pretty funny, but when I see myself in the mirror I get really turned on. I like to see the lips of my cunt spread wide, the bud of my anus pouting at me, my clit sticking out all hard and red.

I sit like that for a while until my body relaxes, fingering my pussy the whole time, getting my finger wet and then pressing it against my ass. I love it wen men play with my anus, but they don’t do it enough, so when I’m alone, I make sure it gets plenty of attention.

When I feel like I’m warmed up enough, I lean forward slowly, bending my lower back into a neat curve. At the same time, I lift my hips a little bit, and then I stick out my tongue. And every time the tip of my tongue touches against my clit that first time, I shiver and have a sweet little orgasm. The taste of my own cunt gets me hot even if I’m just licking my fingers, but being able to taste it directly from my pussy lips drives me crazy.

I don’t have the kind of stamina with myself that I expect if someone else is going down on me, but it doesn’t matter. I love making myself come so much that it really doesn’t take much to make me climax. I lick as far down my cunt lips as I can, wrapping my arms around my legs to hold them in place, and flick my tongue over my clit. I like to do it in long strokes, but that’s kind of hard, so usually I just take the tip of my tongue and drum it up and down the little nub of my clit, flicking it over and over again as I come.

After a while of that, I’m sated and tired, so I lean back, licking my juices off my lips, and unhook my legs from behind my neck. Then I lie back on the floor, propping my head up on a pillow, and stretch my legs out, still rubbing my cunt with my fingers. I’m so juicy and sticky by that point that I have to come at least one more times, feeling the pleasant ache in my thighs and my pussy. Then I lick my fingers clean, savoring the sweet taste one more time and go to take a shower.

So like I said, you probably don’t believe that I can do that. But I’m not kidding you. True story.