Those of you who’ve been reading and following me know that when I was ten, my father, in one of his drunken rants, told me that no matter what, I’d better not ever put my mouth on a girl’s pussy. He didn’t say why I shouldn’t do that and made it sound like the worst thing that could ever be done short of getting a girl pregnant.
Ten minutes later, I found out it was one of the best things about having sex and in the following fifty years, I have only refused to eat a pussy once and only because it was sick with infection.
The word was that you could have the biggest, fattest dick and could fuck for a long time before you nutted… but if you couldn’t and didn’t eat pussy, you weren’t shit and were considered to less that shit if you did eat at the Y… but only spent a few measly seconds doing it. Those of you who’ve been reading and following know that back in high school, I got tagged with the “unkind” nickname of “Taster’s Choice,” thanks to the sexual zodiac patch I proudly wore on my Wrangler jacket, the sign of Libra and depicting a woman sitting on a man’s face. My peers laughed and said many terrible things to me about that patch… but while they were having fun at my expense, I was getting the pussy they weren’t even close to getting because I not only ate the dreaded pussy but I’d camp out between a girl’s legs until she couldn’t take it anymore or I couldn’t do it any longer.
At ten, I was determined to find out all I could about this eating pussy thing and took every opportunity to learn from the best teachers: Women. And I took those hard lessons to heart and with much – and maybe even too much – seriousness, up to and including studying the anatomy and chemistry of pussy. It was well known that Black men didn’t eat pussy, that no self-respecting man would ever put his mouth on something that bled on a regular basis, and that many a Black man would publicly and categorically deny even thinking about munching on some bearded clam. I wasn’t one of those guys and, as you might imagine (or even know for a fact) that Black men do, indeed, eat pussy – but, ah, let’s keep that in the down low because I don’t want anyone else to know that I’ve been fronting to save face.
Once word spread that I was a pussy-eating fool, shit, girls who wouldn’t give me the time of day to save my life were suddenly interested in finding out for themselves if what they’d been hearing was true… and those who weren’t inclined to believe what I would say wanted to find out in the only way it can be definitely and finally proven: Come and eat my pussy and let’s see if you’re nothing all hype and no substance and if you are as good at it, I might even let you fuck me.
Okay, I have no problem with that so, thank you, open your legs, and find something to hang onto and I hope you’re not in a hurry because I’m gonna be a while before I get finished. What’s that you say? No one has ever made you cum like that before? Okay, that’s good to know… so let’s see if that’s as impossible as you think it is.
How much do I love to eat pussy? So much that there are times when all I want to do is to eat it even though it is a very challenging thing to do – and, sometimes, damaging thing to do; I’ve had bloody noses, black eyes, scratched to varying degrees of bloodletting; I’ve been choked until I’ve almost passed out, have come as close to drowning as a person can come without being in a body of water. I’ve pulled and strained muscles, have even eaten pussy with stitches in my chin, and despite toothaches.
Why? Because eating pussy is just way too much fun not to enjoy – does one need another reason other than that?
Word has always been that if you wanted to keep your woman, you’d better eat that pussy and as if your very life depended on it because if you didn’t, she will find someone else who’ll do it like this for her. Women have made it clear, that you’d better lick it before you can stick it and they aren’t joking and telling you that if you don’t lick it good, you won’t get to stick it and it’s no idle threat on their part.
Oh, and if you don’t lick it, everyone will find out that you don’t have what it takes to show a pussy a good time with you mouth, lips, and tongue. Maybe it’s just me but if she’s not looking at you as if you either ran her over with a tank or as if you tried to kill her, you didn’t do it enough.
It’s not a chore – it’s a damned intimate pleasure and one that I am so glad my father was wrong about…