This is an excerpt from "Tasting the Good Life" by David Carlson, a story from "Penthouse Variations on Oral: Erotic Stories of Going Down," edited by Barbara Pizio. It has been reprinted with permission from Cleis Press. This excerpt is sponsored by LELO.
This collection aims to remind readers of life's oral pleasures.
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The day started out normally enough, but it suddenly turned sour. Vicki’s morning tennis match went three grueling sets before she lost to her archrival. Then on the way home, she ran out of gas and had to walk the remaining two blocks in a brief but torrential downpour. By the time she arrived, she was a soaked, dejected mess.
I helped her out of her clothes and into a hot shower before retrieving her car. When I returned she was lying facedown on the bed, a bath towel wrapped around her torso. Her head was half-buried in a pillow, her shoulder-length sandy-brown hair fanned out over it.
I sat on the bed and ran my hand lightly along her shoulders and neck. "Feeling better?"
"Uh-huh." Her voice was muffled by the pillow.
I started massaging her back, feeling the tension dissolve.
"This feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
I straddled her, pulled the towel aside and massaged away the remaining kinks. Just looking at her trim body was getting me hard. I leaned over to kiss the smooth skin of her shoulders, my tongue tracing lazy patterns as I worked my way up to her neck. Vicki melted
completely and moaned her approval.
I spent a while on the side of her neck, then nibbled at her ear. "Do you want more?" I whispered.
"Uh-huh."
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"Then turn over." As she did, our lips joined in a long, deep kiss that sent my pulse racing.
I set to work, using my mouth and tongue on her arms, her legs, her knees, the hollow of her ankles. Sometimes full, flat kisses. Sometimes gentle licks and pecks. And where I wasn’t kissing I fondled with gentle fingers. In no time, Vicki was squirming on the bed and moaning.
I slid on top of her, crushing her body against mine. She lifted off my shirt, and our lips mashed together. I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. One of her hands worked its way down to my crotch, and she sensuously massaged my hard bulge. I was so turned on I was afraid that if she let my cock out, I might not be able to resist plunging into her. So I slid down, kissing her neck and chest. I stroked her tits before gently licking her nipples. She grabbed my head and arched her back as the tip of my tongue played over her little nubs.
Vicki’s breasts are perfect handfuls, round and firm, with small nipples that stand quite erect at the slightest provocation. While I kissed one, I rolled the other between my fingers. Vicki gasped for air. I continued teasing her, kissing her flat stomach and rounded hips. I moved between her legs, delighting in her musky scent as I gently licked the tangy juice from her puffy outer lips. I drove my tongue into her pussy, probing and licking the soft, fleshy folds.
Vicki bucked her hips and roughly clutched at my hair. "Oh, that’s so good," was all she could say amid rhythmic moaning and panting.
I pressed my mouth to her sex as my tongue probed her hot tunnel. By the time I licked her swollen love button, she was close to climaxing. I flicked my tongue lightly over her clit, but also devoted attention to the sensitive area surrounding it. Meanwhile, my hands played over her breasts, ministering to her nipples with a light touch.
"You’re driving me crazy!" she cried, her hips wriggling underneath me. "You’ve got me so hot." Her hands moved wildly between my head and her sides, clutching alternately at my hair and the rumpled bedsheet. "I think I’m going to explode."
After a few minutes at this plateau, I drove my tongue as far into her cunt as possible. I withdrew momentarily to suck on her clit before diving back in again. Vicki hurtled over the edge, squealing and gasping, her hips bucking wildly as an intense orgasm washed over her.
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