I really didn't like oral sex, never even saw the point of it. The whole process seemed unclean to me, and the few times I had it were unsatisfying and not particularly interesting, not until that is I met Marcus and he introduced me to that remarkable tongue of his. We were on a dinner date and he took me to the beach, it was after dark, and he laid me on the sand with his head between my thighs and his dessert was me in the shadows of the palm trees and the beach cabanas.
I remember that night as a monumental moment in my life when I learned what real sexual pleasure was. Up to then I hardly knew any of it. He introduced me to screaming orgasms that had me calling out to God and the spirits of carnal fulfillment and joy. He sent my pussy to a place it had not been, to a depth of satisfaction and happiness I had never experienced before. He sucked and licked and borrowed his tongue so deep in me that I thought I could feel it in my stomach, and he taught me how to tense my pussy muscles so tight I could snap a twig.
We were in Cabo and went for a walk along the wet sand, then he stretched me out on my back and open my legs to a universe of shrieking pleasure and sensations that had me oblivious to whatever was around me and whoever could hear. I didn't care who heard while his tongue was at my door, lapping and loving my lips and sucking my clit. He was a virtuoso pussy eater and could hold his breath for what seemed like hours, munching and licking and eating without a break until the sun came up or my energy evaporated like steam on a warm night. I held my legs up for him devotedly, infatuated with his mouth and tongue and lips.
The first orgasm I ever got from Marcus's wonderful mouth came with a scream that I tried to suppress with a hand over my own mouth as I stretched out on my back on the cool sand. I was on chilly sand in the dark with my panties in my hand and a man's face between my thighs. My pulse went through the roof and my body was tense, my hands in fists, and my top teeth over my bottom lip. I put a hand on his head, to hold him in place, and I pulled his face toward my pussy lips that splayed and yawned and hungered for his tongue.
Never mind that I hadn't cared for it before, I loved it at that moment, and I didn't want it to stop. A growl started in my throat and came up steadily and blasted out of me like a fire alarm. I lifted my knees for him, pushed my pelvis forward, and opened my thighs. I clawed at his hair, pulled his face to my pussy, and tried to push out my insides through my vagina.
"You like this?" he asked with a low, gravely voice.
"I love this," I said through clenched teeth. "I fucking love this."
"You can have it anytime you want," he cooed.
"Then I want it constantly, often and soon," I said in more of a shout than I intended. "Oh yes, eat me please, please don't stop." He chuckled and burrowed his face in my pussy, wagging his face back and forth and making sounds I did not recognize.
"I love how you taste," he growled.
"You can taste me anytime you want," I cried, my legs wrapped around his head. "No one has ever done that so good."
"That is because I love doing it so much," he confessed.
"I don't care how many others you have eaten, just eat mine as much as you like," I called out. "Put your tongue in there so deep I can feel it in my throat. Lick me until I come like a gusher." He put his tongue on my anus. "Oh god yes, there. Do me there," I cried. He held me open with long fingers and I pushed against his weight until I could feel his tongue reach far into me, lapping, curving, swabbing my depths with soft and attentive tongue work.
When he turned me over and went to work in earnest on my anus, probing and licking and circling my pinhole I exploded in rapture, cooing and crying, and pleading for him to go deeper, harder, and quicker in my back door. I pushed my bottom up towards his tongue and I opened my cheeks to give him room to ream me wide and firm and deep. I opened my mouth to breathe and my breath came in gaps, and my voice was unfamiliar and distant. I heard myself plead and I recognized my own insistence and desperate need and sexual hunger he had unleashed.