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Several years before my marriage, I met a young woman who had experienced much in life – for her age – but hadn’t known the greatest pleasure of all until we met.

This is the story of that first experience for her.

I had seen her at work a few times, she was eye-catching to say the least. Her vivacious smile, friendly attitude and empathetic charm made her the type of person who lights up a room when she walks in.

She was younger than me by quite a few years – all of my colleagues seem to be younger – but she was poised and mature well beyond her years. Our conversations were professional and business-related, but by exchanging a word or two here and there about our personal lives we got to know each other better over the next several months.

She didn’t work for me, so I didn’t see her every day, but I found myself thinking about her on the days when she wasn’t around. When she attended meetings with my team, she would usually hang around the conference room after everyone else had departed as I shutdown the projector and gathered my things. We would chat for a few minutes about this and that, and I found myself inviting her to more meetings than necessary, just so we’d have those few minutes together afterward.

After one such meeting she asked me if I could spare a few minutes to speak with her privately about a personal issue at lunch. I knew that several of the men at work wanted to date her, but she’d previously confided in me that she hadn’t been “satisfied” with any of the dates she’d accepted and thus had not dated in several months. I assumed she wanted to talk about that subject again.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant a few blocks away. Once there the conversation quickly turned personal, as she asked me a number of detailed questions about the circumstances of my personal life. I was a bit surprised at her forthrightness, but also found it refreshing to talk with a woman again about something other than work.

Finally, remembering that she had asked to speak with me, I apologized for being the focus of our conversation and asked her to share what was on her mind.

She leaned a little closer to me and asked me if I remembered talking to my doctor on my cell phone while at lunch in this very restaurant a few days ago. I was very surprised, because I remembered the call and I also remembered the subject; we were talking about my erectile dysfunction. After I had concluded the call that day I looked around a bit sheepishly. I was so caught up in the conversation that I forgot about my surroundings. I was relieved to see that no one was sitting within earshot; or so I thought.

In fact my coworker had been sitting in the booth right behind me, our heads less than six inches apart, and she’d heard my doctor’s voice as well. Now, as I stared at her with a goofy expression on my face, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I could only give her an embarrassed smile and shrug my shoulders. I apologized if she’d heard anything too personal; anything that might have offended her.

She looked straight into my eyes and said that she certainly wasn’t offended, she was intrigued and impressed. She said that she’d always liked me, but now she admired me. Admired me?

Yes. She specifically remembered me telling my doctor that I didn’t “need” to have an erection to satisfy a woman. That I loved performing cunnilingus far more than I’d ever loved intercourse and that my tongue was the only sex organ I needed.

“Was that true”, she inquired? “Do You really enjoy licking a pussy more than fucking or getting a blow job?” Her forthright salty language broke down the natural inhibitions I have when talking to a young lady and I grinned at her.

“Yes, it’s true, in fact it’s my passion. It’s the most pleasurable intimacy a couple can experience.” I told her.

She said that almost all of the young men that she’d dated had been completely ignorant on the subject of female anatomy. They knew where they wanted to stick their cocks, but other than a general sloppy licking, really had no idea how to please a woman with their mouth and tongue.

She was impressed by what she overheard from me because she heard me tell my doctor with absolute confidence that I could please a lady with my mouth alone, and that this was my “absolute favorite” activity. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and knew that she had to find out more, hence this conversation.

Every guy she dated, even the “nice” ones, expected her to go down on them, but only a couple were willing to reciprocate. Those few made her feel good but never stayed at it long enough for her to climax. She admitted that she always felt a bit uncomfortable too. No matter how willing they were, she always had a nagging suspicion that they were doing it out of some sense of obligation or fairness.

She often fantasized about a gentle selfless lover who considered oral sex something more than foreplay. Someone who actually enjoyed licking a woman and had the stamina to drive her through multiple orgasms. She confided that she often masturbated to this fantasy and “came in buckets” when she did.

I reached across the table and gently covered her hand with mine. I looked directly into her eyes and spoke softly. I confirmed that her experiences were common. Very few men live for the pleasure of making love to a woman only with their tongue. For those that do there’s a slang term; they’re called “Love Lickers” and looked down upon by other men because they’d rather use their tongue than their penis. At my age I’m very comfortable with my masculinity. There’s nothing to prove and I have no issues with my confidence or ego. This belief gives me incredible power; it enables me to give a woman something that those young men won’t ever come close to doing.

“Really?” She asked, how could I make such a bold statement?

I explained that when a man is passionate about something he becomes devoted to his passion; he is single-minded of purpose and shuts out all of the distractions from the world around him. This dedicated focus, when combined with decades of experience, self-assurance and inexhaustible stamina is what I possess, and it gives me this self-confidence.

Her eyes were sparkling with mischievous energy and desire as she wrote her address and phone number on a card. While handing it to me she said “I’m not sure if I believe you, because it sounds too good to be true. If it is true and I pass up this opportunity to experience it, I’ll always look back with regret. Although I’m young, I’ve convinced myself that life is too uncertain and short to pass up opportunities. Specifically, this opportunity to indulge myself and feel this kind of pleasure. I’m curious and horny, so visit me tonight after work and prove yourself.”

Arriving at the appointed time that evening, she met me at the door to her apartment, fresh out of the shower and wearing a bathrobe. She offered me a class of water and we sat and made small talk for a few minutes.

Finally the conversation steered around to the purpose of my visit. I suggested that she go into her room, remove her robe, dim the lights and turn on whatever music would help her to relax. I told her to lay on her stomach on her bed.

“My stomach?” She asked.

“Yes, you’ve been working hard and you’re touch-deprived since you aren’t dating right now. Humans need the gentle touch of other humans, and I’m going to start with a back rub. This will ease the tension that has built up in your neck and shoulders from work. Sometimes the tension is so subtle that you don’t know it’s there until someone massages it away. So, lay down on the bed naked and relax, I’ll take a shower and be back in a few minutes.”

After a hot shower I softly entered the darkened room and could just make out her magnificent shape – face down on the bed. I rubbed my hands together to warm them and bent down close to her ear. “Close your eyes and empty your mind. Focus on my hands as they glide over your back and ease the tension out of your muscles.”

Slowly, yet firmly, my hands rode from the top of her shoulders to the small of her back. I used my fingers and palms to apply slight pressure and ease the tightness. Her sighs of relaxation told me I was doing the trick. She was living in the moment and simply enjoying the sensations of pleasure imparted by my strong, yet gentle hands.

After a few quiet minutes of caressing her back, I worked my hands down over her ass. I firmly cupped a cheek in each hand and massaged them with a circular motion. She tensed a bit as I started this; a natural reaction, despite the circumstances leading up to this moment.

Think about it.

Here she was: lying before someone completely naked while he massaged her ass. It’s an erotic experience. If it’s done right you’re going to get turned on and our culture still considers this somewhat taboo. However it doesn’t take long for desire to overcome social boundaries and body language doesn’t lie. As I caressed and fondled her ass, her hips began to rise and gyrate slightly – a choreographed dance of desire.

I leaned forward and softly kissed her in small of her back. I continued up, kissing her back and stretching out my tongue for long, slow licks up along her spine. She gasped the first time I did this, and shuddered a bit too, but I could tell she wanted me to continue. This was a novel experience for her, but it’s novelty added to its eroticism, and her desire was building.

Like many determined women in their twenties, she had a degree of youthful impatience, which caused her to turn over on her back and spread her legs. She reached out with both hands to grab my head and forced my face into her steaming and aroused pussy, saying “Lick me, lick me now! I want your tongue on my pussy!”

Not wanting to tease her – but to prolong her pleasure – I pulled my head away and kissed the inside of her right thigh, just above her knee. Again I used my tongue to lick the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, from her knee to her mons vulva. She shuddered again, no one had ever done this either and it was driving her crazy with desire. I hadn’t yet caressed her pussy with my tongue, but she was more turned on than she’d ever been and wetter than she thought possible.

I kissed the inside of her left thigh and once again traced a path upward with the tip of my tongue, slowing a bit as I got close to the center of her womanhood, then licking with increased pressure along the perineum, causing her hips to to rise off the bed again.

“Lick me, dammit!”

I laughed softly to myself and, putting my hands on the insides of her thighs, gently spread her legs as far as they would comfortably go. I then slowly swept my tongue from bottom to top, the length of her pussy, causing another shudder to radiate through her body – for a brief moment I thought she’d climaxed!

“Oh God, yes! Lick! Lick more! Lick faster!”

“Your wish is my command, dear lady.” And I buried my face in her crotch. The first licks were long. Long and slow.

From bottom to top, with my tongue flat and broad across her open labia. Steadily and firmly, I licked her over and over again, pulling my tongue away just shy of her clitoris.

Her clit was poking out of its hood, fully engorged and begging for attention. I knew if I touched it with the tip of my tongue it would be all over – I’d send her over the edge in a mind-blowing orgasm – crashing like storm waves upon the shore. I wanted that to happen, but not yet. Bringing a woman to one orgasm is not unique; bringing her to several – slamming through her body in wave after wave, while she squirts like a fire hose – is the pleasure I wanted her to know.

I continued licking upward, varying from the center by alternating licks along each side of her mons – to cover every inch with my tongue. By this time my face was drenched in her juices and I was able to savor that special nectar that only an aroused woman can give.

Finally I could sense that the time was right. Her mind was in that special place, that heaven where only the sensations of pleasure are felt. She was drenched with desire, sprawled flat on her back, breathing fast and moaning with lust. In the dim light, beads of sweat glistened on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and poking out as her breasts heaved up and down.

On the next lick I passed over her clit. Then another. With the third lick I stopped on her clit and I wiggled the tip of my tongue on it for a few seconds. I pulled away for a brief count and then did it again. She grabbed my head with both hands and held it down to her pussy, saying “Yes, there, there. Don’t stop! Lick my clit! Suck on it! Make me cum!!!

And so I did! I bore down on her clit with my tongue and started licking in a frenzy. Faster and faster and faster! She was holding my head in place, but her hips were bucking off of the bed, literally fucking my face with all the force she had. I could feel her impending climax building – her hips rose up she arched her back and started to scream “Yessssss! Yes! Yes, oh fucking hell, yes!

She went over the edge, like a rowboat over Niagara Falls, and fell into the abyss of a mind-warping climax! Over and over again she bucked and rode every wave – she later described it as bolts of lighting that went from my tongue on her clit, up her spine, through her heart and out the tips of her nipples – a whole body orgasm.

It took several minutes for her to come back to Earth. We lay there together, my face between her thighs, in that blissful post-orgasmic world. I didn’t lick her, knowing from experience just how sensitive a woman is at moments like this. I just enjoyed the warm, soft pillow that her mons had become as I too caught my breath. Although I didn’t cum, at moments like this I feel as if I did so vicariously. The special intimacy of touching her with my tongue allows me to feel and experience her climax in a way that intercourse never does.

When I sensed the moment was right, I began to softly lick again, leaving her clitoris alone for the moment and simply savoring the nectar of love. After a few minutes of this her arousal began again and she guided my face between her thighs.

She said “I’ve never cum more than once – and sometimes not even that – with any man. I feel completely drained and can’t believe you’re not exhausted. But by licking me again, I’m getting turned on, so either stop, or be prepared to finish what you’ve started.”

“Oh, I’m prepared alright, I’ll be licking you until you push me away!”

She said, “After what you’ve just done to me, I believe you, so get your face in the saddle, cowboy!”

Actions speak louder than words; I covered her pussy with my mouth and continued doing what I love best.

Her second climax came sooner and was less intense, but she still rode my face like there was no tomorrow. I avoided her clit for several minutes, aware of just how sensitive it is. When I turned my attention to it however, I barely teased it with a couple of flicks of my tongue as she went over the top and into the abyss of a second orgasm!

Being less intense, she didn’t need as long to recover. When she was ready, I brought my mouth to bear – covering her lips with mine – and worked my tongue up inside her pussy, swirling it in a steady circular motion. My upper lip was brushing her clitoris and in less than a minute she exploded into her third climax.

After a brief respite I lifted her legs over my shoulders and nuzzled my chin into the very bottom of her pussy. From this angle I was able to extend my tongue farther inside her, lapping away past the inner vaginal lips. My nose was buried in there as well, and her clitoris was riding in the saddle over the bridge of my nose. By riding my face like this she was receiving a sensory overload of pleasure. My tongue was filling her and my nose was caressing her clit…in less than a minute she tripped over the top into another mind-blowing climax and drenched my already soaked face with more of her juices.

It went on like this for some time. I got to the point where I could read her like a book. I knew exactly where to lick, how fast or slow, and the amount of pressure to apply before sending her over the edge. By this time she had long since given up any resistance or inhibitions. She was riding my face as if her life depended on it and going with the flow, as waves of pleasure slammed through her body.

Finally, completely drained, she gently pushed my face away and said “No more. You proved that you were telling the truth, but I can’t take anymore!”

I smiled as I sat up. I went into the bath and ran a washcloth under the water until it turned hot. I thoroughly twisted out the excess water until it was just warm and damp. Returning to her bedside I gently washed her vagina and between her legs. I rinsed it out and repeated it a few times as she simply lay there, in a state of bliss but completely spent. After I left she’d take a long hot bath, but for now it would do. We lay cuddled beside each other for a while, not speaking, but simply enjoying the warm sensation of one another’s body.

Time disappeared, so I don’t know how long it was before I rolled over and gently caressed her breast, bringing my mouth to her nipple and teasing it with my tongue. She let me play for a few seconds before she pushed me away with a laugh, saying “No, I told you no more! You’re going to kill me with pleasure. As much as I hate to say it, you need to leave.”

I laughed and got up to take a shower. “Okay, m’Lady, your wish is my command!” “But next time I’ll apply my talented tongue to your breasts and nipples, which were ignored today. I’ll give you pleasure you’ve never known before!”

“After today, I believe you, but it will have to wait, kind Sir.”

I simply smiled and headed for the bath…