Licking My Lover

Licking My Lover

Over dinner with my latest girlfriend, I brought up the subject that I had introduced on the site. She knows that I dabble online with erotica and has read several of my stories.

“I was exchanging private messages with a woman on a site recently and the question came up about how many licks it would take to make your lover come,” I said. “I posted an invitation, sort of a challenge, for writers to post a story about it. Primarily I was referring to licking a woman, but it could be applied to licking a guy as well.”

“No, no it wouldn’t,” she said, disagreeing with me. “I mean, I could just lick your penis for hours and you couldn’t come; the pressure can’t be applied to the right spot to bring you to orgasm,” she said, “at least, that’s my opinion. Arousal for guys comes from stimulation of the head and shaft, friction and pressure. A tongue would not do it.”

Smart girl, right? She’s a Registered Nurse, a logical thinker, for sure. And she has beautiful legs and a great ass. Ah, but I digress.

“Okay, we’ll address that issue later,” I conceded, “But I’m trying to decide how to write a story for the site about doing it, licking a woman until she comes, with no other stimulation, no fingers, vibrator or anything, just a tongue, and to see how many licks it would take.”

“I don’t think you can do that,” she said with a devilish grin.

“Why not?” I retorted.

“Well, for one thing, how are you going to count, by using a clicker or something? Because I sure as hell would not count for you.” Then she giggled and said “But it would be fun if you counted out loud; imagine what it would sound like if you tried to say “three hundred fifty three” with your mouth against my pussy! I bet it would feel good, though.” That made her laugh out loud at herself.

 I had to admit that she had a valid point there. “I guess it would be my job to count to myself, then,” I offered.

“Oh, please!” she laughed, “Ben, be serious; all I would have to do is yank your hair or squeeze your head hard with my legs and you’d lose all focus on counting, and you know it.”

She knew me too well already and she was quickly taking all the fun out of my idea. But she continued to make her case stronger. “Besides, wouldn’t it be different under different circumstances?” she asked.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like, what if you just threw me on the bed, yanked off my panties and dove in there to start licking; how long would it take me to get into the mood? Or what if you gave me some foreplay first, kissing and fingering, wouldn’t that make it easier to make me come? If I was in a good mood or a bad mood, that would matter. So different circumstances would take a different amount of licks, right?”

“You’re not making this any easier for me, Hayley,” I said, getting more frustrated, “I just wanted to write something credible to see what kind of feedback I would get.”

She reached across the table and put a hand on top of mine. “Ben, most guys lick a girl just long enough to get her wet. You’re one of the very few guys I’ve ever dated who will lick me until I come. Counting the licks would change the whole process, diminish the pleasure of it.”

“Really? I don’t see why,” I asked.

“Think about it; sometimes you tease with the tip of your tongue and sometimes you rub the flat of your tongue against my clit. Teasing gets me hot but hard rubbing gets me off. If you changed your technique just to be counting, it wouldn’t be the same.”

“But if I just licked it the same for a long time, you’d still come, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe, if you were doing it just for the count, but I still think that I’d get frustrated and probably just ask you to forget it and screw me,” she said, withdrawing her hand.

“All right, so the whole idea isn’t feasible, then, but it would have been fun to try it.” I said.

“Sure, but making love and even casual sex is for mutual pleasure, Ben, it’s no fun to make it a contest.”

“You’re right; I think I’ll just wait and see if anybody posts stories and see what the other writers come up with.” I said.

We were almost finished with the meal at that point, but she added, “You could always play my favorite game, to see how long you can make me last before I come?” she said suggestively. I could hardly wait to pay the check and leave.

I tried to keep the topics away from sex as we talked in the car on the way back to my house, but we both knew what had to happen. She had planted the seed, and it was growing in my mind all the way home. As I said earlier, she’s a smart girl.

Once we were inside the house, I pressed her up against the door and kissed her, pulling her coat off her shoulders. The smell of her lipstick was enough to make me hard, but feeling her lips attacking mine drove me crazy with need. We separated and ripped our clothes off ourselves. Standing in the pile of discarded clothing we embraced, chest to groin and she moaned when she felt my hardness against her.

“Let’s find a soft place to do this,” she whispered. I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom as her arms hung onto my neck and we kissed passionately. I dumped her on the bed playfully and she giggled. She wiggled over to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs over the side. I knelt by the bed and she opened her legs wide.

This girl was turning out to be a “keeper”; she loved giving and getting oral sex and she was open for anything, anytime. She quickly learned of my strengths and weaknesses, sexually at least, and she was using that knowledge to get close to me. And it was working.

I slid my hands up behind her knees and held her legs up while I placed wet kisses down the inside of one thigh, brushing my lips lightly across her labia. I kissed down the other thigh and finished by kissing her folds. Licking up and down the outside of her, I let her legs fall over my shoulders as I closed in on my target.

As my tongue slowly slipped into her, she lifted up on her elbows, looking down at me. Our eyes met and she said, “There’s something exciting about seeing a man’s face between my legs and feeling his mouth on me. I love that you love doing that, Babe.”

As I have already stated, she knows me pretty well for the short time we have been together. With my head cradled securely in my favorite place, I reached up and played with her breasts and nipples.

I didn’t have to worry about how long it would take; we both knew that this routine would take her over thirty minutes and through two orgasms before she would lift her legs and roll away from me momentarily on the bed. Then she was back, leaning on her arms crossed on the bed.

Standing up, I approached her smiling face. She normally would tease me with her mouth until I rolled her over and fucked her fast and hard. But at the moment I wanted something else. She opened her mouth and I let her take me in as I stood close. Then I framed her face with my hands, one on each side, and held her head still as I fucked her mouth.

She couldn’t look up at me, which was intentional; I knew that watching her suck me was a quick way to come. Instead I used her mouth as I would her pussy, thrusting at just right pace to take me to the edge. When I was close, I pulled out of her mouth and asked, “Where do you want it?”

As much as I like to hear her talk dirty to me, she only does it when she’s about to come. She turned around on her hands and knees in the doggy position. “Inside me; I like to feel it inside me,” she said.

I eased the head into her wetness and she did the rest. I was going to grab her hips, but she began bouncing back and forth on my shaft, so I let her. I was close anyway, so I knew it wouldn’t take much for me. The things she can do to my cock with her vagina truly amazes me sometimes; not many women do more than just get wet.

I put my hands on my hips and leaned forward, giving her full control. I grunted when I came and she must have felt it; she moaned but did not stop moving for a long time. I just stood there, enjoying the thrill and then the aftermath of my orgasm, hoping that she got something out of it as well.

When she finally leaned forward, uncoupling us, she rolled onto her back on the bed. I climbed onto the bed between her legs and lay on top of her. Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, she kissed me, hard. We lay there for a while until she asked me, “Why didn’t you just come in my mouth? I thought you would want to?”

“Well, I did, actually, but I thought it would be better to wait because now we can see how long it will take you to lick me until I come.

She slapped my ass with one hand and laughed, “You’re such a smart ass!”

(Sorry, guys and gals, but I failed at my attempt to solve the mystery.)

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