Do men like eating pussy?  

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7/20/2005 5:39 pm

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Do men like eating pussy?


(Franny and Lenny continue!)

He felt her buttocks tense on his face.

"No," she moaned, and pushed his chin away, behind her. He was going too fast, he thought, she might be sore still from the fingering. So he lifted his head behind her and sucked gently on one of her butt cheeks.

"No!" she said again, and this time she lifted her skirt and pushed his head away. She turned around and looked down at him, kneeling there. She was panting through her nose. Her nostrils flared. The look was making him hard again.

He stood up and stared down at her. She was a good three inches shorter than he. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him. He kissed her violently, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned like a thirsty woman given water to drink. Her cheeks made a vacuum around his tongue and she started to suck it and caress it with her own.

He knew she wanted to taste his dick as much now as when he had first kissed her. As much now as when she had arrived that day to discover him alone. As much now as ... who knew? Who knew when Franny first began fixating on the taste of his cock?

Now she sucked his tongue as a surrogate.

He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and looked in her eyes. "You can have the real thing," he whispered to her. "But I need the taste of your pussy, understand? It's not something I'm giving you. I'm selfish. I need to suck your cunt out."

She narrowed her eyes at him and sneered. "Bullshit, Lenny," she said. "You don't have to say that. I already want to fuck you."

The words took him by surprise. Such surprise that he needed to replay them in his head to fully comprehend what they meant.

"You ..." he started. She stared at him relentlessly with the "you're-busted" look on her face. "You've never had your pussy sucked by a man who likes it?"

She stopped smiling. He couldn't help asking, though. It just seemed so ... impossible. She was thirty-nine years old. She was born and raised in a big city ...

She started to pull away from him, in the direction of the door.

"Wait a minute," he said. "You want my cock in your mouth. I can tell. Well, am I wrong?"

She just stared at him.

"And you still can't imagine a guy wanting to know what your pussy tastes like, smells like, feels like against his tongue?" he asked.

Then it dawned on him. "Oh shit ... it's Chet, isn't it?" Chet was her husband.

She still said nothing.

"Look, Franny," Lenny said. "Chet ... well, Chet is ... an asshole."

Her eyes widened. "I let you finger-fuck me Lenny," she said. "That don't mean you get to call my husband an asshole."

She pulled away from him and went to the front door and opened it. She looked back at him. "This didn't happen, okay?" she asked.

He didn't answer.

"Lenny!" she demanded.

He still didn't answer. He looked away instead. He heard the door open and slam, and when he turned to look again she was gone. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them slowly. He could still taste her pussy on them.

He couldn't take back what he said. The fact was, Franny's husband *was* an asshole.

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