How to Eat Pussy

Not everyone cares for apéritifs. It’s something stuck up people do, according to someone’s uncle Desmond. When you’re hungry, you can just go right ahead and eat. Apéritifs and digestifs are just another excuse people made up to drink. You may agree with him, but it’s prudent to not refuse when one is offered. 

Personally, I welcome any excuse to drink. Apéritif or no, the burn of alcohol as it goes down my throat is a welcome sensation. 

Your chest is heaving slowly with your uneven breathing. You’re naked and in Dela’s bed. You’ve been wanting to be in it for months, even though you’d never been in a woman’s bed. Your attraction to her had been confusing, because you’d never been turned on by a woman. All your past sexual partners had been men, and so when this woman’s physical proximity to you started to arouse you, you pegged it to your recent dry spell. It would go away. 

But, it didn’t. Because you actually liked Dela, with her half smile and witty response to everything. And she liked you too, apparently, because two days ago she’d suddenly asked if she could kiss you in the middle of watching a movie at your place. 

You’d been surprised by her request, and she’d started to stutter an apology in response to your silence. You’d giggled and kissed her mid-sentence. You’d been wondering how it would feel to kiss her for a month. It was a gentle kiss; a soft hello between two friends turning into more. 

Her body had relaxed into yours, and you’d fallen asleep curled up together on the couch. 

Now you’re here, and she’s giving you the most deliciously lecherous look as she lowers her head to your chest to taste your breasts. Her touch is slow and lazy, her tongue a teasing caress against your distended nipple. She nips at your skin, her tongue immediately following the path her teeth mark. Her lips around your nipple start an ache in your pussy. You would press your thighs together, but Dela is kneeling between them.

She slides down the bed as her mouth slowly explores your body. Her lips are pressing soft kisses against your belly, her fingernails gently grazing your thighs before she moves your legs to bend them. 

Apéritif out of the way, the first thing you do when a dish is set in front of you, is appreciate the aroma. You close your eyes, take a deep breath and let your taste buds try to translate the smell to taste. Your mouth may or may not water, but you’d definitely open your eyes to visually appreciate the feast before you. 

Dela buries her face between your thighs and inhales. It would occur to you to be self-conscious if you weren’t so turned on. She exhales slowly, and her breath tickles you slightly. She breathes in again and raises her head to smile at you. Still looking into your eyes, she spreads your thighs apart as far as they’d go. She groans appreciatively at what she sees. 

“Tell me what you did before you got here.”

“Now?”

“Mm hm. Tell me how you got ready for me.”

Instead of telling her to stop teasing, you tell her how you shaved, showered and put on your sexiest underwear. Underwear which she’d taken off, sniffed, bitten and stuffed in her pocket. 

She makes a noise that indicates that she likes what she’s hearing. 

The next thing to do is take in the different colours and textures that make up your meal. Visual appeal is important. You have to take your time and look, especially when so much thought has been put into the presentation of your meal. You don’t touch yet, but your skin tries to translate your vision to touch. This looks soft, that would probably be smooth, here’s a moist spot. 

She’s just looking at you. This time, you’re self-conscious. There’s a tiny smile on her lips, and when she grabs her lower lip between her teeth, you nearly lose it. 

“Dela.”

You breathe her name into the air in front of you. Her scrutiny feels like she’s touching you. Your clit pulses and you feel the wetness seep out of your pussy. She makes a sound. You want to grab her head and crush it to yourself, but Dela, the devil, secured your hands to the headboard earlier. Your hips buck towards her, and she chuckles. 

“Patience, babe.” She grins wickedly as she parts your folds with two fingers. Your engorged clit is peeking shyly out of its hood. It’s Dela’s turn to be flustered, though she hides it quickly.

If you’re unsure what cutlery to start with, a good rule of thumb is to work your way from the outside in. As the course changes, so shall your cutlery. To avoid unpleasant, clanging sounds, receive your cutlery with your lips, and not your teeth. Your food passes into your mouth more cleanly this way. 

Dela kisses your thigh, her teeth gently tugging at your skin as she works her way down to your knee. She smiles wickedly at you as she moves on to the other. Every brush of her lips resonates in your core, and you’re very close to begging her.

Please. The word is on the tip of your tongue. You’re about to flick it out but Dela’s teasing comes to an end before you can. She licks you in one fluid movement, her tongue travelling from your soaking opening to your clit. Your exhale turns into a long moan. She does it again, and your eyes flutter shut. You cuss softly.

It’s rude to speak with your mouth full. 

Dela suddenly stops what she’s doing and your eyes fly open. She’s looking up at you from between your legs, a serious look on her face. 

“Good. Keep your eyes open and watch me eat your pussy.”

You can do nothing else but obey. 

You should chew your food well before you swallow, but not every dish requires mastication. Sometimes, all your teeth need to do is nip playfully at the contents of your mouth. Your tongue does the bulk of the work. Ah, the tongue, the epicentre of taste. That often underappreciated piece of muscle. 

Dela’s tongue tickles your clit just before her lips close around it. You’re about to close your eyes again but you remember that she’d stop if you do. You keep them open. This requires effort, because her flicking tongue and sucking lips are creating the most delicious sensation that has you arching your back and shifting your hips. 

Her seeking tongue slips between your folds and enters you. Fuck. Getting head has never felt this good. She fucks you with her tongue until you’re close to coming. She doesn’t let you. She stops what she’s doing before you can. Your frustrated sigh elicits a wicked grin from Dela. 

Fuck you, you mouth at her. 

“You’re welcome to, but first let me enjoy my meal.”

You roll your eyes at her. Your soft chuckle morphs into a loud moan because the fingers of her left hand spread your lips, and she enters you with her long middle finger. She’s fucking you slowly, her tongue moving in a slow licking motion on your clit.

Cutlery is all well and good, but use your hands when you have to. Some meals you can’t enjoy unless you touch the food with your bare hands. Some may find it primal to eat with their fingers, but that’s their business, not yours. 

She rotates her finger while it moves in and out of you and after a few thrusts, she adds a second finger. She begins to fuck you in earnest, her fingers flexing in you. 

It’s not inappropriate to make appreciative sounds when you eat. Delicious food is meant to elicit a response, and according to someone else’s uncle Joe, it’s rude to not do so. If food is nasty, you immediately register your displeasure. In the same vein, mm and ahh your way through a delicious dish. Make anyone else watching envy your taste buds. Let them wonder what you ordered. 

Dela is moaning, and the sound causes vibrations through your clit. The tension in your belly unfurls all at once, and the pleasure shoots through you, right down to the tips of your toes. Your body is quivering almost violently. 

You’ve never squirted before, and so the rush of fluid surprises you. Your hips are shaking, and Dela puts an arm around you to hold you in place. Her mouth latches on to your core and another orgasm follows closely on the heels of the first. You come and come until your body is limp from pleasure. You gave up on keeping your eyes open somewhere before orgasm number three. 

When you open them again, Dela is smiling mischievously at you from between your thighs. She licks her fingers slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. You don’t know why you find the sight of her licking your cum off her fingers entrancing, but you can’t look away. 

She crawls up your body and unties your hands. They hold her face as she kisses you, and you taste yourself on her lips. She moves so she’s lying on her back and opens her arms. You snuggle into her, too spent to do anything else. 

And that is how you eat pussy.