Hey Munch!

Cassandra Riley walked into the trendy coffee shop for the first time. She had only recently moved to the big city from small town America and taken up a new career.

One of her new workmates, Felicia, had taken the wide-eyed twenty-four year old under her wing at work; within a couple of weeks they became friends, and Cassie was invited to meet Felicia's social group. "There's about a dozen of us...girls, boys, black, white, Hispanic like you. Some of us grew up together, come on by...you need people if you're gonna make it here, honey."

Felicia greeted her and waved her to their table. Like many people, she introduced most everyone by their last name, some by their first.

"Hey, everybody, this is the girl I told you about, Riley. Riley, this is Gomez, Fitzgerald, Smith, Rosalee, Munch, David, Becky, and James."

Everyone greeted her warmly, making her feel at home. She wasn't certain if some of the names were first or last. Oh, well. They seemed nice.

Over the next few months she settled into her new life. She would meet with the gang at various restaurants, coffee shops, bars. Sometimes all of them, sometimes in pairs. It was nice having someone to talk to.

She learned that Rosalee was a singer; Gomez was an attorney, James (still not sure if that was a first or last name) was a waiter at a high end joint, Munch was a private investigator, Becky a firefighter. She really enjoyed listening to Munch and Becky's stories. They both seemed like superheroes with the wild stuff they got into.

Then one day her boss asked her to deliver some paperwork to various locations around town.

As she walked up to the desk at the detective agency, she looked over and there was her friend, looking sharp in his suit, talking to a detective.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled broadly when he recognized her, "Hey, Riley, howyadoin?"

She gave him a big hug, "Hey, Munch! You look sharp!"

She was taken aback when his response was to turn beet red and stammer out a thank you.

Then another detective standing nearby, a woman with impressive braids and even more impressive cleavage, turned and regarded him sardonically, "Munch?? Really? Well, that is good to know..."

Now he broke out into a sweat and hustled Cassie to the office door, "I uh, I uh gotta get back to work. It was really great seeing you...you'll be at the bar Friday?"

She wondered what she had said to embarrass him. Munch seemed like a really nice guy, and was easy to look at. She was starting to like him more than casually, and had hoped he might like her too. So she replied, "Oh, you bet. Looking forward to it."

Then she was even more confused. As she turned to leave she noticed there was no “Munch” listed on the office door with the other half dozen names.

He did not show up that Friday. In fact, he didn't show up for the next three of the gang's "dates." Cassie asked Felicia where he was, trying to be nonchalant. Becky said she thought he was working.

Finally, a month later, the whole group met up at a trendy bar, and had a couple of tables in the back, where they could relax.

After about an hour, it occurred to Cassie to ask, across the table, "Oh, hey...I thought your last name was Munch?"

His face flushed again. "Umm...Jones, actually."

She was completely oblivious. "Oh, is Munch a nickname? Why does everybody call you that?"

Jason flushed more furiously, too embarrassed to speak.

Felicia, Gomez and Becky laughed quietly, Rosalee looked at him sympathetically.

Cassie was perplexed.

Becky smiled mischievously at Jason, "Stand up, just show her, since you can't seem to talk."

Shock and fear showed in his expression, "Not here, please, Becky?"

She responded simply by motioning with her hand for him to stand, "Come on, we're all friends here. It is time she knew, so she can avail herself. Guys, stand up so nobody else can see. There, ya big baby, now its just us."

Jason stood slowly. Cassie could tell there was a prominent bulge in his jeans, and a small wet spot. Her eyes grew large.

He hesitated, trembling a little.

Felicia spoke impatiently, "Come on."

He slowly unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the top button, then stopped again, looking at the others pleadingly. Cassie noticed he was wearing button up jeans. She didn't know they even still sold those.

Felicia noticed her looking. "We have to make him wear button-ups so he can't get out too quickly. NOW, Munch..."

He unfastened the other four buttons, and slowly lowered his jeans and a tight pair of black briefs to mid thigh.

Cassie gasped and shifted in her seat as his large shaft sprang free, already completely, apparently painfully erect. It was the most perfectly shaped penis she had ever seen. There was a dollop of pre-cum balancing on the flared head, which hung over the table.

Becky looked first at Gomez, who had the largest, plushest breasts in the group, then she looked at Cassie, "He is beautiful all over, isn't he?"

Gomez grasped the peasant top she wore, and pulled it aside, completely exposing her full brown breasts, which bounced free, displaying dark, silver dollar sized areaola and erect nipples.

Jason took in the view and groaned loudly in frustration and grief.

With his hands still holding the top of his jeans, his untouched cock pulsed and he shot a glob semen across the table, which struck Cassie's dress.

"Unngghh" His cock throbbed a few more times, the results of his ruined orgasm spilling down it's shaft and swollen testicles into his underwear below.

Felicia shook her head. "See? The most beautiful guy in the group, and completely useless."

Trying to wipe off semen from her dress with a napkin, embarrassed, Cassie whispered, "I still don't get the name?"

Gomez recovered her breasts, "We all hook up occasionally...friends with benefits, right?"

Rosalee finished the thought for her, "Obviously Munch here cannot do much but look pretty, but...he is really, really good at eating pussy. REALLY good."

Cassie did not say anything, but thought, "guys do that??" She hadn't been a virgin for a long time, but nobody had ever done that before.

Becky motioned for Jason to cover himself so the others could resume their seats. "Soo...if you're ever horny but don't want any dick, just call our Munch. He'll lick your puss til you've nutted all you want. Then go home and whack off, isn't that right, Munch?"

Gomez chuckled, "He's our cunnilingus 9-1-1."

Jason responded to Becky, nodding his head then looking down in shame. He had liked Cassie...now she was just going to be another gorgeous woman he would get to service and go home alone and frustrated.

As he tried to wipe the stream of semen from the table with napkins, Cassie unconsciously stared at him.

"Don't you...don't you like to...you know...use your dick?"

He blushed again, and nodded shyly.

Felicia patted his hand in mock sympathy. "Of course he does. But you saw what happened when he just looked at a woman. The last time one of us took pity on him and tried to actually fuck him, he just spurted his jizz and made a huge mess. Why the hell would anyone bother?"

Becky spoke, "When was that, Munch?"

He managed to choke out, "You know."

"Tell HER."

"It...it was with you. I came all over you."

Rosalee giggled, "Tell her how long ago that was..."

"Th-th-three years." He tried to play it off as if it was not a big deal to him.

Cassie was shocked. "You haven't been with a woman for three years??"

Gomez laughed. "Oh, he's been with us lots...several times a week. His tongue stays really busy...just not his la polla."

Becky took a sip of her beer, "If you decide to try him out, be sure to either leave his clothes on or make him wear a condom...otherwise he'll mess all over the place with his little ruined orgasms."

An hour later they were ready to call it a night. Jason began to stand, but Gomez was ready for him. She was standing next to him, and pulled his face into her bountiful cleavage.

"Mmmmppphhh!" A large wet stain spread across his crotch. There would be no hiding it when he tried to walk out and walk home.

Gomez took his hand, leading him out. "Come on, Munch. You owe me some tongue."

For the next several weeks, Cassie thought of Munch...Jason...often. And of his tongue.

One Wednesday she happened to meet Felicia and Becky for lunch at a little cafe near work. They chatted as they ate chips, salsa and queso as an appetizer.

Cassie chuckled, "These are okay, but not nearly as good as the ones back home. I could munch on those all day..."

Felicia grinned, "Speaking of Munch, have you taken advantage of him yet?"

She blushed. "No...no...I, uh...nobody ever did that to me before. Is it nice?"

Becky and Felicia looked at each other, then at Cassie in disbelief and sympathy.

Becky spoke quietly, "Oh, honey. I mean, most guys that do it just lick it a couple times then hop up and screw you. But once in awhile you get a guy like Munch, who REALLY likes to eat pussy. And that...that is glorious. He'll make you nut over and over."

Cassie thought for a minute, "That does sound good. Why...I mean how...why are ya'll so mean to him, then?"

They both spoke in unison, "Mean?"

Felicia followed up, "What do you expect us to do? He can't do nuthin' for us with his dick, and I'm sure as hell not lettin' him nut all over me."

Cassie was confused, "So why do you go to bed with him? Why not just sleep with guys who are good in bed?"

Becky laughed, "Because he eats pussy so good."

"But what about him?"

Felicia shrugged, "What about him? He must like it, or he wouldn't keep coming back."

Becky added, "It's not our fucking problem...he can just go home and rub one out. I mean look at us all...he's lucky we let him go down on us."

Felicia thought. "Besides, he gets seen with us, and all his buddies think he's some kinda stud. They don't know he's just a munch."

Cassie shook her head, feeling guilty. "Probably not anymore."

When they looked at her questioningly, she explained how she had inadvertently outed him by calling him Munch at his work.

Becky snickered, "Oh, hell. You're right, I'm afraid. Everybody there probably knows now."

Now she really felt bad. She would eventually find out everyone did not know, because Det. Cogburn had decided to keep his secret, and his tongue, to herself. She had become quite addicted to having his head between her thick thighs. Knowing he was a "munch" she had never even seen his manhood, because she did not care to. Cogburn was not on birth control, so no intercourse was perfect.

Cassie could not stop thinking about what they had said. She wondered what it would feel like to have a guy licking her down there.

That Friday night when they all met at another trendy bar, she tried repeatedly to catch Jason alone, but to no avail. Finally, with the night almost over, she had drank enough to work up her courage.

As they all filed out at the end of the evening, she touched his arm, "Hey, would you like to...um...come back to my place for a bit?"

Before he could answer emphatically in the affirmative, a tipsy Gomez interjected, "Of course he would! Fresh meat. You treat her right, Munch!"

Rosalee pushed them together, "Don't be too nice to him, Cass. You don't want to ruin him."

In her apartment, she offered him a drink. They sat on the couch, nervously talking about nothing. After several minutes, he felt the subject should be broached. He wasn't going to take the initiative, but he assumed why he was there.

"So, I guess you decided to take me up on their offer?"

She thought that was an odd way to put it. She nodded her head. "I've never done this before..."

"You're a virgin??"

"Oh, no. Not at all. But I've never been...nobody has ever gone down on me before."

He instinctively glanced down at her lap. "I would be honored to be the first, if you want."

She closed her eyes for a moment. "So how does this work? With the whole munch thing?"

Jason hesitated, "Well...as you know the gang won't fuck me...because...well, you know. If you feel like that, I understand." He was trying to leave the door open in case she wanted to take pity on him. But it was his personality to think of others.

"I think for tonight, at least, it should be all about you, since you've never experienced this before. Do you want me to start with a massage?"

She looked down for a moment, then directly into his eyes, "Actually, I've been thinking about this so much...I think I'm more than ready..."

Cassie hooked her thumbs into both sides of her shorts and pushed them down and off. She spread her thighs apart in invitation. She didn't even want to move to the bedroom.

Jason saw her creamy flesh, her plump buttocks, and her down of black pubic hair, and groaned as he came in his pants. Damnit!

"Is it okay that I'm not shaved? I didn't think about that."

He was already on his knees and moving towards her, "All the other girls are shaved, but I think you are so sexy like this..."

Jason lightly caressed her legs, from her thighs to her feet, with his fingertips. Cassie sighed...it felt really good.

He sat down on the floor in front of her, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. He pulled her butt to the edge of the couch cushion to give himself better access.

He could tell she had been thinking about it...she was soaked. Her muff was damp. The scent of her sex wafted up to him... he inhaled deeply, she smelled wonderful. He could tell this made her relax, as she had been concerned about repulsing him.

He leaned in, and lightly traced her labia with the tip of his tongue, moving her hair aside to do so. The sensation was so foreign to her that she gasped.

Jason expanded his attentions outward momentarily, suckling the flesh of her inner thighs. Then he traced the crease of her thighs and genitals with long, slow licks and kisses.

Bringing his focus back to her sex, he sucked her labia into his mouth one at a time, lashing them inside his mouth as he did so.

"Oh, gawwd..."

"Mmmmpphhh..." Her reaction caused him to mess his pants again...another ruined orgasm.

He spent several minutes tracing her labia from top to bottom and back again, teasing her perineum occasionally. Then he buried his face into her sopping sex so he could drive his long tongue as far as possible into her canal.

He licked upwards, almost massaging her G-spot repeatedly.

"Ohhhhhhhmy..."

After a few more moments of this, he backed off, returning to her labia.

"Oh...don't stop..."

As he suckled, sucked and lashed at her outer lips, Cassie wondered what it would feel like if he knew to focus on her button? She targeted her clit when she masturbated and never failed to cum.

As if reading her mind, just then Jason lashed her thick, swollen clit with his hardened tongue, then moved away.

"Fuuuuuuuuckkk.....PLEASE!"

Nothing had ever felt that good! She instinctively raised her hips and grasped his hair in her fingers, pressing his face hard into her sex.

Feeling as if she may have overstepped, she immediately returned her hands to the couch cushions.

Her emotions were like a roller coaster as Jason grasped her hands in his, and placed them BACK on the top of his head.

"USE ME..."

It took her a moment to grasp what he had said, but she did not loosen her grasp on his hair as she did so. Then she "caught up" and pressed his face back into her crotch.

"Stop...stop teasing me. I know you know what to do...DO IT."

That was music to Jason's ears...ears which were pressed tightly against her thighs now. He returned to her clitoris, lashing it back and forth, up and down with his pointed tongue...then flattening his tongue and bathing it lovingly.

Now she was completely overwhelmed. She lost all control. Bucking her hips violently into his face, she held him tightly to her sex to make sure he kept the pressure on her bud.

Even held firmly in place, he managed to savage her clit with his lips and tongue.

Cassie screamed as the most intense series of orgasms she had ever experienced overtook her. For a split second she thought her neighbors would surely call the police...but she did not care. Her only instinct was to chase these orgasms as long as she could!

When she fell to a calmness at long last, she thought it surely would be over. Her other lovers had fucked her hard and then been done.

But not Jason. Not her Munch. He was only just beginning.

He let her relax. He let her calm down. Caressing her thighs with his mouth and tongue, kissing her labia, he brought her slowly back to arousal.

And then he began again. Lashing her clit. Delving his tongue within her. Bringing her over the top again.

And again.

And again.

And AGAIN.

Finally she cried out, "Stop! Stop! I can't take any more!"

He had ejaculated half a dozen times with ruined orgasms into his jeans...but it had all been worth it to hear...to feel...to smell her multiple orgasms. With all of his servitude in the last half decade, none had been so rewarding as Cassie.

For the next several weeks, she damn near wore out her "new toy." She craved what he could give her. Almost every evening, between calls from his other "girl friends" she had him on his knees in front of her. On her couch, on the bed, standing above him in the kitchen while she cooked dinner, nooners at her office. Even in the back of an Uber.

Cassie felt guilty sending him home that first time with a fully tumescent erection and obviously soaked pants. But she quickly got used to it, as the others had. It was...normal...he was their munch. Not taking care if him, being able to get hers completely free of obligation was so liberating!

Then she had an idea. It was not born of guilt. If anything, it was mischief.

She had him in her bed, preparing for his "snack." She suggested to him that she wanted him naked this time. "I like looking at your bod and your desperate little soldier."

She used one of her scarves to make a blindfold for him, then guided him to lay on his back in the middle of the bed. Then she straddled him, lowering her moist sex to his face.

He groaned, a dollop of cum pulsing from his erection. He couldn't even see her, but this was so erotic and hot. He delved his tongue into her hot center. She tasted great. She smelled great. She felt great.

And then she was gone.

Jason was confused and disappointed. But only for a second.

Suddenly he felt that hot, satiny vagina impale itself upon his burgeoning tumescence. Not slowly, not tenderly. Cassie had lined herself up and slammed herself down upon him in one smooth, violent movement. He was buried entirely within her before he even realized she was doing it.

"Ohhhhgawwwwd!!!"

His orgasm exploded instantly. Cassie did not give him a break...she pounded herself down upon him in repeated short strokes, drawing out his orgasm, milking every ounce of semen from him that she could.

An incredible amount of feelings and thoughts exploded through Jason's mind as equal amounts of cum exploded from his manhood.

She did this on purpose. She feels so wonderful. It is amazing how much better it feels to cum inside of a woman instead of jacking off or one of the touch-less ruined cums. Why did she do this for me??

Losing all control, he grasped her thick hips firmly in both hands and drove himself upwards over and over again as he continued to cry out. He could not remember a time when the sensations his entire body felt had been so intense.

As he finally spent himself, he fell back to the bed, "I looove you..."

Cassie knew it was probably his dick talking...so she did not return the sentiment.

She felt his cock deflating inside of her. She could also feel a copious amount of molten fluid inside of her. When was the last time this poor sonofabitch actually had a good, ball draining orgasm??