One Hour Cunnilingus

There are times when you start a thing and really wish you hadn’t.

Now Bun was a beautiful girl. We should establish that first. She was the kind of girl whose presence in a second floor Nana Plaza go-go bar could only indicate some criminal past she was on the run from. It wasn’t that she had so amazing a figure. It was her face. It was the kind of face that just made you melt. As soon as she sat with me I was gone. My heart was beating in my mouth. All my usual reserve about the overly pretty ones was set aside. She didn’t have a great line in chat. She just sat there holding my hand and watching the women on stage dancing and pointing out which ones were her friends. We had a drink together and she kissed me dryly on the lips before asking me if I’d pay her barfine and take her somewhere.

I felt I should say no. This is the kind of dalliance which can only lead to disappointment. She was too pretty and too polite, I thought, to be someone I could enjoy being with for too long. But her looks took her to the level where even someone as immune to that kind of shit as I usually am was swept up in some dumb romantic idea of being boyfriend and girlfriend for an hour or two.

I figured she probably had more skeletons in more closets than an entire series of Scooby Doo but this was a nice illusion to play with. We got a taxi around the corner from Nana Tai and she gave the driver the name and address of some hotel she knew but that I never went to before and have never been to since.

We took a hot shower together and I just got lost in her face. I held her close dick to navel as the water splattered around us and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She smiled and moved against me gently soaping between my legs and getting on her knees to take me into her mouth.

Somehow I’d figured she’d be a complete stiff once we were alone together but she licked every inch of my cock taking little nibbles along the way and holding my balls just enough to make it exciting but not so much as to make it uncomfortable.

She stood up licking her lips and saying she really liked me before kissing me fully on the mouth and almost dragging me out the shower and to the bed.

I could have just fucked her then but I was so aroused that I thought it might all be over in a couple of minutes and I wanted it to last. So I started kissing her body. I kissed and tasted her. I slipped her nipples into my mouth and sucked on her almost flat breasts letting my tongue stroke the underside of her nipples as she sighed my name.

I kissed lower and lower and lower and eventually kissed around the small batch of lightly curling hair next to her cunt. Her legs opened wide and she drew me in closer with the back of her calf so my lips were touching her lips. As the slit of her cunt opened ever so slightly wider the scent of her intoxicated me as though someone had just passed a hanky soaked in amyl. I kissed her cunt again and again teasing her before slipping my tongue inside her and feeling the soft inviting heat as she moaned almost singing my name.

Her fingers clenched in my hair and she guided me so I could feel the engorged fleshy bump of her clitoris tasting like a battery. “Oh Turk. Yes. Yes.” She cried in a way that seemed a tad theatrical but which probably wasn’t, so I started gently stroking her clitoris with the length of my tongue feeling it’s size rise and fall slightly, rise again, and fall slightly as I freed it from all the fleshy folds around it.

Soon I felt the spasms of her hot thighs against my ears. Jerking as she seemed to be pushing and tensing to come. But she didn’t come. Everything relaxed for a minute or so as I found a steady rhythm and then she started trembling and spasming around my head again… But she didn’t come.

I kept going. And again and again she came within a whisker of coming… But then didn’t.

The idea of her loveliness kept me happy about this situation and the slow dawning ache on the underside of my tongue after the usual twenty minute mark hardly bothered me at all.

By about half an hour, however, with the spasms coming really close tensing around me and then just going away, I began to think slightly less enthusiastically about the experience. “For fuck’s sake come you bitch.” I thought as the tongue ache became more and more pronounced. I was almost ready to withdraw at one point but feeling me almost ready to pull away her fingers wound even tighter into my hair and she held me there (which in itself kind of turned me on again for a minute or two).

I was aware as I carried on and on that my dick had gone limp. I was no longer that excited about the situation and I started fantasising about this thing finally being over. I was near to drowning in feminine juices. My chin and upper chest were soaked. Every trembling and every spasm seemed to create a new wave of lubrication but still she didn’t come. The cunt itself wasn’t spasming. Just every other part of her.

I started playing old movies in my head. Norman Wisdom doubling as cop and lookalike Mafiosi, Leslie Phillips seducing nurses, Frankie Howerd delivering a prologue, Terry Thomas playing a cheat’s game of tennis with Ian Carmichael and saying “Hard cheese old boy” every time he won a set. Then my mind started drifting, as my tongue kept doing the business, on to more philosophical questions. Was, for example, this really the very peak of all male pleasure, lying with my head firmly tucked in the succulent thighs of an extremely beautiful woman tongue in her cunt or was there some greater meaning to my time on planet Earth? If this was the pinnacle of all happiness and I was getting bored then maybe I had to rethink everything.

Time lost all meaning. As she trembled, tensed and relaxed for the umpteenth time I wondered if it was still night-time. I wondered if the world outside was still even there or if there was no reality beyond this permanent action and these thighs which were getting stickier and stickier by the second. I remembered a time, as a child of about twelve where I considered living a celibate life as some kind of monk. I think I’d kind of snapped out of it when puberty made me feel that my entire purpose on Earth was to sleep with women despite the sad fact that, as a pimply fourteen year old, women seemed to have no desire at all to sleep with me. But here I was with the kind of woman that that fourteen year old would have done anything just to kiss the arse of and I was bored…

Suddenly, as I was half way through re-running the entire plot of War and Peace the trembles and tensing of her body were matched by a great moaning exhalation and a rhythmic squeezing of her cunt against my come sodden chin. I kept my tongue against her clitoris and her body twisted and turned a little. Her hand tried to push my head back for fear of that unbearable ticklishness that strikes most women in the moments following orgasm but I stayed there. I’d been killing my tongue for the past hour or so and I wanted to stay for the big finale. I felt every final twitch as her cunt slowly started winding down and relaxing.

She pulled me up and squeezed me tightly to her body and looked at me as if she loved me.

“Turk… You make me come.”

“Really?” I said, though as my tongue was feeling numb and aching like fuck it probably came out as “werewi?”

“Most man him cannot make me come.” I looked briefly to the clock on the wall and realised I’d been at it for about an hour and seventeen minutes. We lay in each other’s arms for a while and Bun went to sleep. As soon as she was unconscious I started getting horny again. I thought about doing her in her sleep or popping off to the bathroom for a wank but both seemed a waste somehow.

I managed to get myself to sleep by playing more old movies in my head and, when Bun woke up, we made love and she ordered an American breakfast which was like an English breakfast but for the addition of hash browns. Over breakfast she told me that she had a Swiss boyfriend who sent her a lot of money every month and a Japanese boyfriend who sent her more. Which one did I think she should go with? I suggested she forget them both and stay with me a while. She laughed as if this was the stupidest idea in the world. Of course I loved her a little bit because she was so beautiful and sexy and charming and it was easy, the morning after, to forget how boring it was making her come. 

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