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{ASA} SEX DARE: CAN I EAT YOUR PUSSY? {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov oral
nosex stroke cons interr)
BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org)
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this
story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is
nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely
coincidental.
Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't
make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos,
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged
by your spell checker. Thanks.
All my stories can be found on: http://www.asstr.org/~HungryGuy.
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The dorms were quiet for a Friday night. But then, everyone was
downtown drinking except for the geeks. Wendell was at his desk
diligently studying for his biology exam on Monday.
Wendell's roommate, Tom, chose that particular moment to come in,
throw his books down, and flop back on his bed.
"Hi, Tom. Tough class?"
"Yeah, I'm beat."
"So you staying in tonight?"
"What? You kidding? A bunch of us are going downtown in a
little bit. Why don't you come with us? Friday night is no time to
have your nose in a book."
"I don't know, Tom. I got a big test on Monday."
"C'mon dude, you got all weekend to study. It'll do your mind
some good to get out and have some fun before you hit the books."
Tom was always asking him to come downtown Friday night, and
Wendell sometimes felt guilty that he always had something serious to
do, either a test, paper, or project coming up.
"Okay," Wendell said, "next week is pretty light -- just that one
test on Monday. I can go down to the library tomorrow and Sunday. I
guess I can go with you guys."
"Great!" Tom sat up in his bed. "Let's go."
Wendell followed Tom down stairs and out in front of Friedman
Hall. Gary, Larry, and Bob were waiting there.
"Hey, Wendell!" Larry called out. "Coming downtown with us?"
"Sure, why not?" Wendell asked back.
A moment later, they were walking across the quad, past the
Commons, and onto the street. It was several blocks to Nobody's Inn,
and it was pretty packed when they got there.
They crowded in the pack of people waiting at the bar and
eventually ordered their beers and then headed across the room to a
less crowded corner.
"Hey Gary," Larry said pointing to a cute blonde in black spandex
and a halter-top, "there's that girl again. Ask her for a blow job
again."
"I don't know man," Gary answered. "The way she screeched last
time."
They both laughed.
"You guys ask girls for blow jobs?" Wendell asked.
"Yeah," Tom said. "None of us ever got one that way, though."
"C'mon Gary," Larry persisted. "Go and ask her again. I want to
hear her scream again."
This time, Gary headed off in the girl's direction. Wendell
watched as he walked up to her and said something to her. She yelped
and Gary hurried back to the group of guys bent over in laughter.
Gary smacked Larry on the shoulder and said, "Okay, dude, now
_you_ gotta go ask, uhm..." Gary looked around the crowded bar for a
few moments and pointed at a cute girl with short black hair and
glasses, "that girl in glasses if you can eat her pussy."
Larry headed off, over to the girl. Wendell watched as he said
something to her. She kicked him in the shins and walked away. Like
Gary, Larry walked back to the group of guys doubled over with
laughter, and a slight limp.
"Hey Wendell, pick out a girl for your roommate to ask
something," Bon said with a laugh.
Wendell shrugged and looked around. He noticed Kathy standing
alone by the food window waiting for a pizza or something. He had
asked her out a few weeks ago, and she had turned him down saying
that she had to walk her dog.
Pointing to Kathy, Wendell said to Tom, "See that girl in the
short black leather skirt and ultra-tight white sweater?"
"Yeah," Tom answered.
"Ooooh," the other guys all said together, "good one, Wendell!"
"Go ask her?"
"Ask her what?" he laughed.
"Hmm," Wendell paused, "ask her if you can suck her tits."
"No problem," Tom said and headed off to the girl.
Again, Wendell watched as Tom approached her, said something to
her, she slapped him, and he returned to the group laughing.
When Tom returned, they all asked him what she said to him.
"She just told me to fuck off. Now it's your turn Wendell."
"Yeah, I figured." Wendell knew that he'd be expected to do it
too, but it felt good to be included with the guys, even if it was a
stupid sophomoric game. "I'm ready."
Tom looked around for a moment and pointed off in another
direction. "See that black girl over there?"
"Yeah," Wendell answered.
"Ask her if you can eat her pussy?"
"Sure," Wendell answered.
Wendell thought about just saying, "Hi," and returning to the
group, but they'd probably know that he didn't say it if she didn't
react. She was with two other friends, and he walked up to the black
amazon in red spandex pants, pink tank top, and long hair all in
braids.
"Hi," he said to her as he walked up to her.
"Yeah! What you want?" she asked back.
"Uhm, my friends are daring each other to say stuff to women. I
just want to ask you something stupid, then I'll leave you alone.
Promise."
"What you want to ask?" she asked.
"Can I eat your pussy?"
Her two friends laughed when he said that. He had turned and
started to head back to his friends when she grabbed his arm and
said, "Sure."
"What?" he asked after he spun around to her again.
"Yeah, you can eat my pussy."
"What? It was just a joke. You really want me to?"
"Yeah."
"Uhm, okay. Where?" he asked.
She grabbed him by the arm, said, "See ya later sista's," and
walked him to the door. He quickly looked behind him at his friends,
and they were all standing there, jaws dropped as this black amazon
lead him through the bar.
He looked back at the guys one again just as she led him out the
door, and they all give him the thumbs up.
Once outside, he asked again, "Were?"
"I live jus down the street from here," she said.
"Okay," Wendell said. "Anyway, I'm Wendell."
"Lovelace," she said.
"Really? Pretty name."
"Thanks."
Still holding his arm tightly, she led him down the street a few
blocks and entered a door between two stores that led to stairs up to
apartments above.
Upon entering her apartment, she immediately pushed him onto the
sofa, then sat on his lap facing him, her legs straddling his.
Wendell swallowed as he stared up into her black face, protruding
jaw, thick puffy lips, and glaring white eyes.
"Whats'a matter?" she scowled. "Ain't never had brown sugar
befo'?"
"Well, no, but that's not it."
"What is it then?"
"Nothing really, the guys and I were just kidding around, daring
each other to ask women stuff like that. I never expected anyone to
say 'yes.' You really want me to eat your pussy?"
"Yeah, brothers don't do that shit, and I want to know what it's
like."
"I see," Wendell said slowly, paused, then said, "I can't eat
your pussy like this."
"You can kiss me first," she said. "I ain't gonna bite."
Wendell leaned forward while Lovelace bent down to touch lips.
In a moment, their tongues were wrestling furiously.
After a few moments, she pulled her pink tank top up over her
head letting her boobs fall out. Lovelace pushed him down onto his
back on the sofa and fell on top of him, shoving one of her black
nipples up against his mouth. Lying on his back with Lovelace on top
of him, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, squeezed it between his
lips, and flicked it with his tongue. Although her nipple was hard
already, Lovelace moaned as he felt her nipple slowly growing in his
mouth as he sucked and flicked it.
After a while, she lifted her chest up and switched nipples,
pressing the other one firmly onto his mouth.
She continued to moan as he continued to suck and flick her other
nipple.
Then, she sat up and climbed off him.
Wendell started to sit up, but Lovelace put her hand on his
shoulder saying, "You ain't going nowhere, sugar."
She kicked her shoes off, peeled her red spandex pants off, then
pulled her black panties down.
Wendell gasped when he saw the size of that muff. It was like a
veritable forest of fuzz hanging between her legs that he couldn't
even see her pussy crack, and went almost up to her navel, spreading
across half her belly.
Without a moment's hesitation, Lovelace stepped up to his head
and swing a leg over his face, placing her right knee on his right
shoulder. Her hairy muff and deep black ass crack hovered over his
face as she lifted her left knee and planted it on his left shoulder.
He sucked in a quick breath as she dropped her ass onto his face
with a "smack." Her thick muff hair seemed to fill his mouth as his
nose was buried in that dark clammy ass crack. He felt his nose
forcing its way up her asshole as she settled her weight on his face.
Though her ankles pressed against his ears, he heard, "Okay,
white boy, get to work! Make me come wit' your mouth!"
Wendell immediately began his task. Though he couldn't breathe,
he began licking up and down her slit. Her muff hair tickled his
tongue, but he could taste her wetness growing ever wetter as he
licked up and down.
After a moment, he had found her pussy hole and was fucking her
with his tongue.
As he licked, Lovelace moaned, "Oh! Oh! Oh yes!"
His lungs were beginning to strain for air, but she was sitting
in his face with her full weight. He tried to motion with his hands
for her to lift up, but she just grabbed his wrists in an iron grip.
She was sitting too far forward with her pussy hole over his
mouth. If he couldn't get to her clit, he wouldn't be able to make
her come.
As she was facing his feet, he poked his tongue downward toward
where her clit should be. Fortunately, she slid backward a fraction
of an inch, putting her clit right above his mouth. It was none too
soon, for his lungs were screaming in pain for air.
He immediately began sucking her clit between his lips, drawing
the nub into his mouth with what little suction he could muster. He
swirled his tongue up and down over it, and swirled it around and
around with his tongue. He prodded the tiny opening of her pee-hole
just behind her clit with his tongue, and that finally set her off.
Lovelace screamed, "Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Oh God! Oh God!" and
began bouncing and quaking on his face. He continued to flick her
clit, causing her body to throb with each motion of his tongue until
she finally fell forward, gasping for breath as feverishly as he had
started to do.
After they had both caught their breaths, Lovelace climbed off,
and climbed on him facing him.
Face to face, she said, "That was! Wow!"
"I'm glad you liked it," he answered.
Again, she lowered her mouth to his, and, with her laying on top
of him again, they started kissing as they had done before.
They spent some time swapping spit before she sat up on him and
then grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
Then she turned around on him and sat her ass on his chest and
pulled his shorts and Jockeys down and off. His cock had been hard
ever since he left the bar with her, and he was so close to coming
that he felt that he was going to explode any second.
Lovelace fell forward on top of him shoving her crotch into his
face. As he lay there looking up at the ceiling through her ass
crack, she grabbed his cock and plunged it into her mouth.
Being on the verge, that was all it took for his body to start
quaking as he pumped wad after wad of cum into her mouth. She slid
her lips up and down his shaft to his rhythm talking all his cum into
her mouth.
Finally spent, she slid her lips off his cock and rested her head
on his crotch.
"So, d'jyou like that?" she asked.
"Oh yeah!" he answered. "I loved it!"
She sat up and faced him again, sitting and straddling his chest
looking down at him.
Next she backed up and straddling his hips. She grabbed his limp
cock and asked, "What's this shit? We ain't done yet!"
"I can't come so soon again."
"Okay, then maybe later," she said.
"Later?" he asked.
"Yeah. Later. You staying the night, ain't ya?"
"Yeah, sure, if you want me to."
"Sho I want you to. Shee-it! I want mo' of that oral shit!"
The thought of his exam on Monday briefly passed through his
consciousness before he said, "I'll stay until classes start on
Monday if you really want me to." He figured, he has good grades,
what's one blown exam?
Lovelace climbed off him, grabbed his hands, pulled him up, and
led him into the bedroom.
- END -