Cunnilingus. It’s not so much an awful word, although it doesn’t do the undertaking justice. Instead, it sounds like somebody’s least favorite pasta dish or an infection travelers catch on vacation. The term itself just doesn’t caress the ear as it should to describe one of the most divine experiences in life. Giving my wife head is, in fact, without a doubt, my very favorite way to pass the time. Who knows, it could even be said to be my hobby. I literally love the feel of her soft, puffy labia beneath my tongue and between my lips. I relish the taste of it, but after adding another course we have improved upon a classic dessert.
After a sudden revelation, my wife and I, many years ago, decided to give cunnilingus a pet name, one that had special, personal meaning. Eating pussy sounded to us like something you did with kittens and muff-diving didn’t do it for us either, so we came up with an alternative based on one memorable and delightful evening of oral pleasure.
In those days we pleased one another orally quite often, usually many times a week. Often it would start with a blow job and then we’d fuck and I’d end up eating her well-fucked pussy. I positively lived to have my lips and tongue lapping at her soft, tender vertical slit, and she seemed to like me doing it as well. Claire also had advanced talent in the fellatio department, and I took special pride in providing the kind of head that made the love of my life swoon. We never named her sucking on my staff, but that didn’t need a new one because cock sucking fit so nicely.
Our pet name for cunnilingus came naturally one Saturday night after one of the most fantastic sessions of oral sex we’d ever enjoyed. After that memorable night we named mouth-to-pussy sex between us Strawberry-Rhubarb Pie (Or SRP). We both agreed that something that pleasant should have a delicious name that does eryaman rus escort the act justice, one that arouses lusty anticipation and fond memories. The name strawberry-rhubarb pie for pussy eating did both for the two of us.
Claire had baked a pie for dinner one Saturday afternoon (Strawberry-Rhubarb) and as she worked on it I had an eureka moment: why not use my favorite pie during my favorite recreation? Of course, like most couples, we’d occasionally employed cucumbers, bananas, my fingers, vibrating dildos, and the like, but the idea of smearing pie over my wife’s bare pussy, then eating it off of her wet lips sent bolts of excitement surging my horny little body. We’d tried whipped cream a few times, but that’s a sexual cliche, so we searched for something of our own, something that simply belonged to us.
That night I told Claire I had a brainstorm I thought she might enjoy, then hinted that it could have to do with one of my favorite ways of giving pleasure. My wife, eager to learn what surprise I had in mind for her, could hardly wait and anticipation built accordingly all evening.
I talked about it, hinting until I was sure she knew what I had in mind had to do with her pussy and my tongue and something else we were both crazy about. Before we went to bed, without her knowing, I laid out a large towel over the bottom sheet and set one slice of strawberry-rhubarb pie on the bedside table. I knew it would be messy, and staining the sheets could dampen her enthusiasm.
She put herself totally in my control and undressed without protest, climbed into bed, and stretched out naked on the towel with her legs open wide–as I requested. She closed her eyes, then waited impatiently for me to get started on whatever I had in mind.
I took my time getting her ready, kissing around her pussy, on her soft inner thigh, ankara etimesgut escort bayan then opening her nether lips with my thumbs, licking up and down her vulva, and teasing and blowing on her pink, sensitive lips. I instructed her to keep her eyes closed, and while she held them shut, I spread the pie filling over her mound, around her labia, between her slit, and on each side of her pussy lips, especially on her inner thighs and even in her pubic curls. I told her to just lie back and enjoy.
Dutifully, her eyes remained closed as I licked the pie from her pussy, sucking gently and eating the gooey filling from my love’s snatch. Her closed-eye smile told me how much she enjoyed this new wrinkle to a favorite past-time. She pulled her knees up higher and flopped them to the side, opening up her lips even wider for me lick and suck.
As my tongue slid up and down between her puffy labia, my horny wife sighed, bitting her lower lip as I devoured the filling from her coonie. She said it felt cool as I applied more and her clitoris twitched, her breath came in short gasps, and she moaned delightfully as my tongue licked each layer off her vulva, kissed her sex, and attended to the quim I loved to eat.
I spent a great deal of time at and around her clitoris, making sure my tongue moved slowly over her sticky bud, exposing it by pulling the skin away with my thumbs, sucking gently on her sensitive, pink barb.
Well, I ate all that pie from my wife’s pussy and she cooed, groaning softly as I dined between her open legs as she sat up against the headboard, her knees drawn up and her legs wide apart. She must have liked it, because we have strawberry-rhubarb pie nearly once a month.
She doesn’t keep her eyes closed anymore. In fact, whenever we’re having strawberry-rhubarb pie these days she not only keeps her gölbaşı rus escort bayan eyes open, but she watches me paint her pussy with sticky filling, giving directions and moving a leg once in a while so I am sure not to miss a spot.
Claire and I have always had a sex life to brag about, with some swinging and swapping, a few threesomes over the years, and loads of satisfying fucking, but it was the strawberry-rhubarb pie that made our sex lives even richer. The new term made it’s way into our sexual vocabulary and now that our overall energy has waned, she often smiles at my reference to my favorite dessert. The truth is that Claire is my favorite dessert, and her pussy is the platter I prefer her served on.
I am writing this because tonight we brought back a beloved tradition and had strawberry-rhubarb pie, leaving one slice for a while after dinner. It was the twenty-first anniversary of the first night I combined pie filling and my wife’s pussy. Like on our first night with SRP, we put down a towel to cover the sheet, then Claire tossed off her nightgown and climbed on the bed eager and ready, spread her legs wide, hiking up her knees, and waited for me to begin.
I kissed her rosy clitoris, licked the length of her pussy, then began applying strawberry-rhubarb pie filling on each side of her lips, swabbing a generous portion between those quickly engorging labia. I applied it evenly below her pussy, covering each of her luscious ass cheeks and the area between her anus and her vagina, then I took my time, admiring her rhubarb-covered bald mound and puffy labia major. After inserting one finger deep in her vagina, I offered my finger to my wife to suck, which she did eagerly.
When the pie filling was gone, only a sticky residue remained, and I sucked gently on her clean labia, nippled on her sensitive bud, then inserted my tongue as far into her as I could. Curving it upwards, I felt for her G-spot, then waggled my tongue back and forth across it until she began to make a constant throaty noise while she built to an explosive orgasm.
What a great way to celebrate an important anniversary, one of the most significant ones of our lives.