His Take On Oral Sex 750 Words

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Her prominent inner lips splayed open, revealing the shimmering heretofore hidden recesses which drew my eyes like flowers draw bees. A drop of her honey slowly seeped from within, perched for a few seconds on the cusp of her opening before trailing a silken path down across her nether skin and disappearing into the recesses of her rosebud. As her lips spontaneously engorged, they retracted slightly, exposing the tip of her shy pearl peeking from under its hood. Never had such a sight been more alluring, more attractive, more enticing.

The sweet, earthy aroma of an aroused female wafted upward, outward, drawing my nose closer to savor the multitude of scents. A whiff of her perfume, enticing pheromones from her well-trimmed muff and the aroma of her ample lubrication all swirled together creating her wonderful and unique scent.

Her legs slowly relaxed further, allowing my cheeks to slide on her silky-smooth skin closer and closer to my goal. Near the apex of her inner thighs were those secret hollows right below her lips where my few light kisses stimulated yet more sensory input. My tongue tasted feminine arousal mixed with an essence of perspiration, both of which were a beacon drawing my lips and tongue to the center of her womanhood. My tongue slid to the middle and teased the folds further apart before slowly delving deep between them where the taste became an overwhelming one of a pure aroused woman.

Drawing the tongue upwards across her now prominent pearl created an auditory response as a soft, low sigh morphed into a satisfied moan. As my tongue repeated its journey, it felt again the prominent firm, yet still soft, nodule at the apex of her lips, before dropping down to repeat the journey accompanied by yet more soft moans.

The view up past her muff to her prominent breasts, one of which was being rubbed by her thumb, the taste of her nectar, the smell of her essence, the sounds of her arousal and the feel of her pearl on the tongue created a sensory mixture which cannot be described with simple words.

After several strokes of the tongue across her pearl, hands wrapped around my head, pulling it closer, wanting more. Demanding more. The pelvis began to roll in time with my tongue, pushing down with each of my upward strokes. Time after time, my light caresses morphed into heavy pressure-laden journeys of tongue over pearl as her hands tugged ever tighter. Any attempts at teasing licks or darts of the tongue were met with frustrated groans mixed with a smattering of crude language, language which otherwise never crossed her lips.

Slowly and teasingly inserting two fingers between the lips brought forth louder moans and sighs which were heard between the squishing and squelching noises of fingers in her moisture-laden canal. My curling fingers felt the knobby portion of her canal, signaling the beginning of the second assault on her clit, this time from within.

Soft moans became loud calls. Sighs became prominent exhalations. Mild thrusts became writhing pelvic gyrations. Moisture became a flood. A sweet mixture of various tastes became one as her flow increased, drowning out any subtleties.

My tongue pressed harder as my fingers dragged simultaneously across their goal. Muscles tensed further and further. Her pelvis lifted from the bed. Her hands gripped me tightly. Her breathing seemed to pause. Her body quivered....

...and exploded.

Loud cries of release echoed through the room, the pelvis gyrated from an uncontrollable release, fluid flooded her canal and my mouth while vaginal muscles rhythmically squeezed my fingers. I slightly eased the licking and stroking, allowing her to relax somewhat, before my assault resumed. Her body tensed anew, her limbs quivered and moans again rose in timbre as she climbed up the crest once again...

...and she exploded anew.

Although her response was similar, I continued the assault unabated, not allowing for even a hint of recovery or relaxation. Moans, cries, gyrations, clenching and flooding all persisted as she rode one continuous wave until her energy appeared sapped, the moans of pleasure morphed into cries begging cessation and her hands nudged me away. Her whole body collapsed to the bed as she gulped air before apparently losing consciousness.

Soft loving strokes of my tongue across her pearl resumed until she stirred, propped herself up and looked down at me with a satisfied grin.

"Phew, Josh, that was amazing," she rasped, "You're better than any girl I've ever been with."

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Trionyx - February 2025

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