Originally Posted by BigBootyFan
You know I believe that the tongue is where it’s at. You can have an ineffective penis but more than compensate by licking and sucking on her clit. If you’re good enough with your tongue she’ll forget about your penis. Believe me, once you see her flexing her stomach and popping her hips around and the fingering sounds wetter and squishier, you’ll know you’ve struck gold. Because you alway use your fingers during cunnilingus.Now my tongue is very short. Are there jelqs for tongue lengthening?
I had a one-night stand when I was divorced, turns out she was a stripper. Met her online. Took a while to woo her in, but when I did, holy GOD that girl was hot. She showed up in this tight shirt with her boobs sticking out, and I said, Girl, I don’t want to offend you by constantly looking at those things, but they’re calling out to me. If you don’t mind, I’d like to just stare at your boobs for few seconds, you know, get it out of my system.
She stuck out those boobs. We were at a bar, and this guy I worked with was at the far end watching. He always ragged me about being short. I’m 5’6”. He’s 6’7”. He wasn’t laughing just then, because she was giving me one hell of a good stare down.
Anyway, I thought we were going to a movie or dinner or something, but she said, Let’s just get some beer and head back to my place.
That works. I’m naive. I still believe you should go out a few times. Anyway, like I said, she was a stripper (I found out later when I showed up and she was working… surprise!). They get really lonely, man. You’d be surprised how lonely working girls are. They satisfy all day long, but in the evenings, nobody is there for them, because most dudes can’t handle that sort of pressure on their jealous bone.
So we go back to her place. Couch. Kissing. Fondle those magnificent, magnificent perfect boobs. Holy shit. God in Heaven. Down with her pants and let’s get her good and warmed up with some tongue-lashing. I hit her good and hard, and she finished in about 30 seconds. She was pounding my head, and I guess it had been a while since she’d had a good natural orgasm, something outside the club with that shallow emotional tip-out, and she finished pretty damn hard. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to her and said, That’s a new record. I have ~never~ cum that fast. Let’s go in there.
She nodded toward the bedroom. We were on the couch below her apartment window. Someone banged on the window. Someone yelled, Mom, I’m coming in!
I guess she’d set up a warning system with her teenage boy. She yelled, Fuck! and I don’t mean the good fuck I mean the bad fuck. She hauled up her pants, grabbed her shirt and bra and still holding my hair dragged me into her bedroom and threw me down on the floor between her bed and closet. Stay there, she said.
She got dressed, went out there and said whatever she needed to say to her boy, and when she came back in, she said, He’s having friends over. So tonight’s off. She stuck out her bottom lip and her boobs, then held my hand and walked me quickly out the door while her son and his friend were in his bedroom. Snuck me out.
There in the stairwell she kissed me good and deep. She grabbed my pecker through my pants and gave it a few good squeezes. Next time, she said.
You fucking owe me, I said.
Of course, there was no next time. Next time I saw her was in the club, and she wouldn’t come over to me. I think she was embarrassed.
They’re still girls, you know, even if they work hard for a living. Don’t forget that. Never a piece of meat.
Oh, and don’t underestimate the power of a good tonguing. I set a 30 second record with it!
- Saul
