I lay here in the silence of my bedroom; my music playing in the background, offering a rhythm to the steady droning of my ceiling fans. I lay there alone and empty in the near suffocating heat, only finding momentary solace in the occasional cool breeze that evasively creeps in through my half opened window.
I close my eyes, imagining I’m quietly relaxing in a cool ocean breeze; the street sounds resonating periodically, giving me a sobering dose of reality. I sigh, my mind, my body are on edge; alone and feeling unwanted.
I closed my eyes again, thinking of all the couple that probably saw this day as ideal. For me this day sucked. A shudder ran through me as the thought of being hungry settled in for another night. I took a another bite of my sandwich laughing to myself, thinking of how odd it was to be so hungry while finishing off my second sandwich. Odd, I guess, but not unheard of. Sometimes hunger can be greatest when it’s not so much about what you need, but more about what you want. Wants can drive you in so many ways. Lying here, alone, hot and horny, my wants were quickly becoming my needs.
My eyes closed, I feel the breeze as it blows. It feels good as it passes over my damp nakedness causing my dick to swell and jump each time. Unconsciously, my hands move to my growing manhood and I began to stroke it. My tongue moistened my lips in a long, slow circular motion. Occasionally I wiggle my tongue, imaging I were teasing a budding clitoris.
“Damn I want so much to feed my hunger,” I think, wetting my lips again, “to taste that sweet, sticky wetness.” Yes, sex would be great right now, but my desires are raging, raging with the thoughts of the taste of pussy on my lips and tongue.
Focused on achieving my orgasm one way or the other, I almost didn’t hear my cell phone when it rang.
“Fuck!!” I thought, jumping up from my bed. Racing to grab my “interruption”, I caught it just as the call was about to go into my voicemail.
“Hello,” I answered, sounding slightly winded.
“Hey! You sound like you were busy. I can call you later.”
It was Veronyca; the sound of her voice made my dick jump. She and I have been friends since high school. The past two years we’d been FWBs; friends with benefits. She didn’t call often lately, but when she did it was always to our mutual benefit. The sex was always great for both of us. We always put our best out there whenever we had sex, no strings attached. Besides, I could talk to her about anything and right now that was what I needed now more than ever.
“Oh hey V, I can talk. I was just in the other room when the phone rang. I’m outta breath from running to get it. I’m expecting a call from an editor about a short I wrote for an anthology coming out later this year.”
“That’s great!” the excitement in her voice was making me twitch again, “but I thought you said you were going to quit writing. What made you start back?”
“I did quit, but celibacy brought me back.”
“What? How did celibacy get you back writing?” her question sounded as if there was more to it than the usual interest.
“Not having sex seems to have inspired me to want it more. In order for me to keep things in check, I either handle it myself or can write about whatever fantasy or desire I’m having.”
“Oh really,” Veronyca said curiously, “and that works for you?”
“Usually one or the other, but, as I discovered recently, I can do both; write about whatever fantasy or desire I’m having while I’m taking care of myself.”
“Both! At the same time? How?” the surprise in her voice was hard to conceal.
“Yeah, it works the best whenever I have one of my oral fantasies. The stories that come from these “sessions” have lately been some of my best work to date.”
“Really now,” she said calmly, “then this might be right up your alley. I was calling to see if you could read over an article I’m sending off next week. It’s about couples at different stages of their relationships and how they are dealing with or dealt with a sudden sex/ intimacy stoppage by one or both partners.”
“I don’t know how that is right up my alley, but yea, I’ll take a look at it.”
“Are you sure,” she said with a smartass tone, “That’s if you can pull yourself away from your new hobby.”
“Ha, ha, not funny,” I shot back laughing with her, “I think I can pull myself away long enough to help you out. Come over and we can do this tonight.”
“Tonight?” she said sounding hesitant. “You know, tonight actually sounds perfect, I’ll see you in about an hour. I have some quick errands to knock out first, then I’ll head there and we can get this done. Who knows, you might even get a story out of this. Maybe even little something to get you going.” I could hear the giggle in her tone.
“Whatever, I’ll see you when you get here. Call so I can have something on so I’m decent when you get here” I was only semi-serious waiting for her off-handed comment about me being decent. I knew I’d at best I’d be sitting here wearing a robe and some shorts.
“Don’t make yourself uncomfortable just for me; I wouldn’t if I were relaxing at my place.”
“Yeah, I know, but remember you were the one that talked me out of it. A robe and me is all you’ll get then,” I said laughing. “See you when you get here.”
I hung up and pulled out some recent stories to show Veronyca. I figured I’d get her opinion on them, especially her thoughts as to whether or not my new writing techniques were really panning out, or if I was just enjoying them so much that I was missing the boat. My computer was already on, a pad of paper with my latest story sitting in front of the keyboard, unfinished. I sat down and glanced over it. Parting my robe and picking up one of my favorite blue gel pens, I figured I could try to finish it before Veronyca got there.
Moving the mouse, the computer’s screen popped back on and I clicked on the icon for my folders of “motivational visual aids”, opening the file labeled ‘Tasty Clips’. I clicked ‘play’ and the twenty clips in the file immediately began to play. With my one hand lightly lubricated I took the pen in the other and began to write.
The scene, with one of my favorite female porn stars in it, started with the guy massaging her phat, meaty pussy and immediately went to where he had his arms under her ass as he began to suck on her clit and tongue her wet pussy. I continued to write, my pen driven by the sight of her ample pussy being ravaged by his tongue’s rhythmic onslaught. Veronyca’s face crept into my mind as I wrote, the woman on the screen growing wetter and louder with each tongue stroke. My mind went back to the last time I’d tasted Veronyca’s sweet pussy; my dick immediately swelled more from the image in my head. The whole scene was playing out in my head as if I was there again. Just like the man on the screen, I was intent on eating Veronyca’s pussy for awhile. The idea had me stroking my dick harder and faster. The scene got better with each stroke, making me recall the same scene with Veronyca. Just as her slipped two fingers into her, I stroked even faster, my hand twisting each time I got to the head. With his tongue in her pussy and his lips on her clit she began grinding against him, her rhythm matching his. Just like Veronyca, she began moaning and squealing louder. She played with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and squeezing and pulling them, just like V would do get me off even harder.
“I guess you didn’t hard me call you when I came in the door?”
The sound of Veronyca’s voice had me fumbling with my robe and notepad.
Damn,” I cursed myself for getting so lost in my thoughts of her pussy and for forgetting she also had a key. Veronyca just stood there watching my futile attempt to act like she didn’t see what she had just seen.
“Don’t stop on my account,” the smile on her face got broader. In a last ditch, sad attempt I shot back telling her,”I knew you were coming, I just wanted to see your reaction, ‘Miss Open-Minded’.”
Always quick on her feet, she fired back, “So did you get the reaction you were looking for?” she said, putting one leg up, resting her foot on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. Looking under her short skirt, I gazed quickly at her dampening, sheer panties and the moistening mound her pussy was making.
Veronyca’s scent was intoxicating. I fought off the desire to slam my face into her inviting pussy. Instead I quickly felt a rush of lust wash over me.
“Judging from this,” I said, easily slipping two fingers into her already wet pussy and removing them to taste. “I think we are both going to get the reaction we were looking for.”
She immediately put the same two fingers back deep inside of her wet sweet pussy. Grinding on my fingers, Veronyca opened her shirt and began sucking on her already hardening nipples.
Mesmerized, I watched as my two, and then three fingers began to effortlessly fuck Veronyca’s more than accommodating pussy.
“Is what’s on your sex-starved mind,” moaning lustfully pushing my fingers in deeper, “or do you want more?”
“More. All I could think about was having you come over so I could taste your sweet wet pussy. Can you give me more?”
Veronyca answered in the best way possible, pulling my face towards her waiting pussy. My tongue quickly plunged deep into her, making her moan in a low wanton tones. Gripping her ass, I pulled Veronyca closer to me as she ground her pussy against my lips and tongue. The taste, the sensation was mind-blowing and I wasn’t about to let go of her anytime soon.
Holding her firmly I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into her juicy wetness. The lips of her pussy were full and ample; her labia became fuller as she became more aroused. I loved the thickness of her pussy, sucking on the slick lips and teasing her budding clit with my tongue.
The taste of her was maddening. Veronyca was sucking on her large, dark nipples while I continued to suck on her pussy; her panties pulled to the side. She rode my tongue, grinding as if she could drain every bit of her pleasure from me. Holding my head with both hands, Veronyca moaned loudly as she came hard; her hips bucking in sync with my worshipping tongue.
“Damn you,” Veronyca snapped, slightly out of breath, “That was incredible, you bastard.” She slumped against me in the chair. “I really only wanted you to read the article and give me some insight. Cumming was definitely not on my “To Do List”.”
“Well you were curious about my new writing technique. So what do you think?” I said leaning back in the chair as she got up looking at me.
Veronyca turned around and came back, straddling me. The head of my fully erect dick was brushing the thick lips of her pussy, slick with her juices still flowing down her thighs. Feeling the wetness on the tip made it even harder to stay focused.
“So all you wanted was oral?” she asked, the lips of her pussy, moist with her cum, sliding over the swollen head of my dick. I nodded, willing to agree to anything she asked at that point.
“Don’t act like you didn’t notice,” I said abruptly, “When you came in I would have thought it was obvious what was on my mind. Hell, that’s what's on my mind right now!”
Lying on my back, I pulled Veronyca to me, my tongue and lips greedily awaiting her pussy’s sweet, thick juices. I hooked my arms under her thighs, holding her in place while I parted her lust engorged lips with my tongue. She tried to resist, wanting to be the one in control, but I wasn’t about to let her dictate my fantasy. Her arousal grew more and more as I sucked hard on her growing clit or parted her thick lips with my tongue’s deep thrust.
It didn’t take long before Veronyca was a more than willing participant. She began to slow grind on my face, riding my tongue as it slid and moved inside her obliging, wet pussy. V pulled apart her thick, slick lips to get a better look at my tongue; giving me better access to her large, juicy clit. I rubbed against her clit with my tongue for an added rush. Each time I could feel her pussy clenching and releasing a fresh, warm flow of her hot juices; her moans making me want to please her more. The rush was incredible as my face was sticky with her juices.
“Is – this – what – you –ohh, yes, ummm, yes – is – this – what – you – want,” Veronyca moaned, her voice stammering. She held my head in place as she played and squeezed her full, round breasts; sucking her large, dark nipples. I could feel her body tensing as she ground her pussy to my tongue’s quickening rhythm. I was lost in our lust, oblivious to everything except the taste of her pussy and making her cum.
“Make me cum again,” she said her tone more pleading than demanding.
I raised her up and laid Veronyca on her back, spreading her legs as I did. Her lips were super sensitive, having come twice already, but it didn’t stop her from pressing my lips firmly against her’s. Teasing her lips with the tip of my tongue, I started caressing her swollen, slick lips with my fingertips, parting them everytime she moaned.
Dipping her finger in with mine, Veronyca would put them into my mouth, cooing lustfully, “Is this what you want, baby?” as she would trace her nails lightly over my freshly shaved head and face.
“I told you,” I said, nodding between slow probing tongue thrust, “this is what was on my mind. Damn you taste so good.” I plunged my tongue and two fingers deep inside Veronyca’s dripping pussy, savoring every drop my tongue could gather. I even licked the creamy fluids from my fingers while never stopping my tongue worship of Veronyca.
Veronyca was so fired up she took her fingers and pushed them into her sex-slickened pussy so she could lick and suck her thick, honey-sweet flow from her fingers or her hard nipples when she sucked on them.
“Fuck this pussy with your tongue, baby. Put it all the way inside of this wet pussy. C’mon baby, taste this juicy wet pussy,” she moaned and screamed, “C’mon baby, make this pussy cum, make it cum hard.”
My lust was on cruise, my mind lost to the words coming from her lips. Veronyca could do slutty better than anyone I knew. I told her once how much I liked it and how the woman I was dating thought it was perverted. Since then she’s always managed to ease it in whenever we had sex.
I felt Veronyca’s legs tense, her hands on tightened their grip; holding me in place. I knew she was close to cumming, so I decided to get her there. I pushed three fingers into her sopping wet hole and sucked and tongued her throbbing clit. My mouth was flooded with her thick creamy fluids as she came hard and long, screaming loudly. I started to stroke my dick just as she opened her thighs, releasing my head from between her thighs.
Knowing my love for pussy, Veronyca knew I was ready to cum, too. Veronyca knew just what to do as she replaced my tongue with fingers of her, sliding down to take my rock hard dick into her mouth. I groaned as she worked her expert lips and tongue around the shaft of my thick hard dick.
“I want more” was all that was going thru my head each time Veronyca took me deeper into her warm, inviting mouth. The faster her tongue went, the more I wanted. She feed me her fingers each time she put them back into her still quivering pussy. The taste of her and the sensation of her sucking my dick were almost unbearable.
I felt my own orgasm dying for release as Veronyca took me into her mouth. She put her fingers, thick with her juices, into to my mouth as my dick began to jerk in her mouth. I felt the first jet shot deep into her mouth.
Pulling back, Veronyca, stroking me into her mouth, yelled, “Give it to me! Cum for me!” Just then the next stream landed thick and white-hot between her well-rounded, ample breasts. Her mouth encased my still spurting dick, sucking hard, as if to drain every drop she could from me.
“I like you new writing technique, Veronyca said lying on my chest. She squeezed my dick again. “It really helped me to get a feel for your story.
We lay together laughing, touching and talking for awhile. My dick began to twitch back to life from the light caresses of her hand. We both looked at each other, smiling.
“I guess someone wants some more,” she said giggling.
“That or I must have another story in me that I may need your help working out of my system.” I pulled Veronyca closer to me, both of us laughing.
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