Eating my european girlfriend's p****
Before I get to this story, I want to preface it by asking: ladies, is it supposed to take this long?
This was a Hungarian girl who I was involved with some time ago, when I lived in Hungary. We were in her house, in Budapest. We were getting hot and heavy in her bedroom when I checked my pockets and realized I’d forgotten to bring a condom. I told her don’t worry, I would please her in another way. She giggled. So I moved down her body to her bush and began my work. Let’s say it was 1:15.
1:19: I’ve been fingering and licking her for about four minutes and I’m kind of sick of it, kind of wondering if she can just give me a b******. She lightly pushes me back down south saying, “Okay, but I haven’t come yet.” I ask: “Almost?” She says; “Yeah, almost.” Only now do I realize she’s actually taking me up on my offer to please her in another way. I resolve to eat her out until she o******. Long road ahead.
1:22: I’ve been swishing my tongue back and forth for a few minutes. I pull back for air and keep two fingers working on the lower part of her c***. I go back at it, licking sucking, sometimes just slobbering up and down. She’s getting wet, so I know it must be soon.
1:26: I pull back. Her p**** is red and glaring. My jaw is starting to ache. This is a real workout. With my free hand, I massage her t*** and stomach. I dive back in, this time dipping my tongue in and out really quickly. She coos and moans, shifts around a little. When I look up at her, she is looking down at me.
1:28: She slides her fingers through my hair and bobs my head up and down. I assume this means she wants me draw my tongue up and down the strip of her c***, so I do so. I maneuver my tongue all the way up to the top of her v***** and back down again. A few sharp intakes of breath sound from on high. My fingers are getting increasingly wet and stiff.
1:29:30: P*** on my tongue. Gross. I let it slide off on to the sheet beneath her crotch with some substance that I’m not sure is my saliva or something from her vag.
1:32: I’m on a roll. She’s wetter than a f****** slip and slide at Sea World. She arches her back upwards, as if to push herself further in to my mouth. I start to think “C’mon, just squirt in my mouth—I can take it. Or scream that you’re c******. Or SOMETHING. This is exhausting.” I soldier on.
1:33:51 (ish?): How do girls talk about getting eaten amongst each other? Oh my god Charlene, so X was licking my c*** and I was sooo wet but I refused to come until he gave me like the biggest o***** ever? “Oh my god, me too, ooh look at those shoes.”
1:35: I briefly pull back, knowing she’s almost there. She’s been hyperventilating for the past few minutes. My fingers have made a scientific breakthrough: what was once a ridge in the back of her p**** has now swelled in to a pulsing blob. By golly, Tintin, the G-spot! I press my fingers on it and flick my tongue back and forth in rapid succession.
1:35-1:36: She sighs. I hear the squeak of her mattress and she jerks on to her side. I feel her soft legs close over my head, rewarding my ultra-stiff jaw with a sort of spasmodic massage. I open my eyes and see the skin of both her legs, closing at some vanishing point inches from my face. I keep fingering her just because I’m so used to it at this point. She signals that I can stop. I pull myself up. I want to kiss her, but first I have to wipe off my face and my hand. She apologizes for taking so long. I’ll say! It took a century. I wonder if maybe she did have an initial o***** and was selfish and wouldn’t let me go until I’d given her a g-spot. Well, no big deal. She gave me head in return!