The Highest Learning

Chapter 23-Munching

He hasn't even touched her down there yet and her body is already writing. Patrick opens his eyes slightly, and she tries to push her legs back together, but he forces them open into a full straddle. He wanted to taste that candy, but more importantly to him, he wanted to show off the special technique he's perfected.

He kisses her lower abdomen and inner thighs for a while before he places her hand on the back of his head, so she can take a turn being in control. She's surprised to find that she doesn't really like that quite as much as when his hand was guiding the back of her head.

He sticks his tongue out, and takes a long slow lick right up the middle of her succulent pink flower, stopping briefly near her clit, to do a little teasing with his tongue. She lets out somewhat of a forced loud moan.

Her voice, as well as the rest of her body, shakes, partly from pleasure but also from a little uneasiness. He continues sucking and licking on and around her clit with linear and some circular patterns. She's guiding his face where to go next with a fistful of his hair.

It feels good to her, but she's somewhat self-conscious having someone down there, probably judging every aspect of her genitals, although he judges correctly that they're fine. More than fine, they're fabulous.

More than the moderate pleasure she's getting out of it, he's enjoying the taste of her delicious cake, as well as the opportunity to flaunt his skills.

Like many women, even the ones with seemingly perfect bodies, she's self-conscious about her appearance. She's a little insecure about her vagina. The times she's had guys try to go down on her before ranged from just ok to straight up horror stories. Those boys didn't really know what they were doing.

Patrick is no boy though. He's a man, and she has to admit, he's really marvelous at munchin' on a monkey. Clearly he's had lots of practice tongue-bathing a twat, and he's giving her a great oral address.

Though it's good physically, she really doesn't like that he keeps waiting for her to guide his head where to go. She wants to enjoy taking charge but can't. She wants to be a strong representative for women around the globe.

She should make Patrick do her bidding and go down on her to make up for the millions of unrepaid blowjobs that women have given men. This is what female empowerment is about, right? No, not really.

She stops daydreaming and gets back in the zone. He continues flicking his tongue. He even knows how to use his fingers at the same time to massage her G-spot, and occasionally gets fresh enough to lick her asshole a little. It physically feels really, really good, and she's trying to be sex positive, but mainly she's wondering if her butthole tastes bad to him, or if her vagina lips are too...lippy.

He doesn't realize she's thinking this. She tastes perfectly fine to him, and she's just the right amount of lippy. It's not like she has the pubonic plague. Even if she was a little funky down there, he's a gentleman and would soldier on, no matter what the looks, smells, tastes, or even sounds down there were.

By comparison to the ones he's had prior, her beef taco is pretty damn good...yummy, in fact. Usually he hopes that it's at least a somewhat neutral taste, but he would eat her's for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert if he could.

It's a shame she doesn't really want that because she's overly self-conscious. She's concerned there might be a minor imperfection that he would hate. She just doesn't feel totally at ease with his face down there. What if he sees the mole she recently discovered, herself, near the outside of her vaginal lips?

He does see it and thinks it's kind of cute. She's got the Cindy Crawford look going for her. It's distinguished. What if her asshole stinks or there's tiny pieces of toilet paper in her butt crack? There's no toilet paper and her asshole doesn't have much of an odor coming from it at all.

He wouldn't care even if there was. He just smells that sweet juice that's pouring out of her, because her body is responding physically to what he is doing, although her mind is only half on board.

She tries to play along, so she takes his head and mushes it into her. She forces out some dirty talk of her own, "Take it over with your mouth." He's wearing her like a facemask but keeps working his tongue.

She pulls him back temporarily, so he can get some air. He takes a few deeps breaths before taking a big inhale, like an ocean pearl diver, which signals he's ready to be back underwater, exploring once again. She tosses him back down into her treasure trove.

Really, she wants to take her hand off the back of his head, sit back, and let him take control. He can also tell she is starting to get inside her head too much.