I licked the nook twixt Kitty’s thigh and Kitty’s pussy and savored her distinct salty-sweet sweat. Her short curlies hooked my beard when she humped my cheek—just once, just an involuntary call for attention. I flicked little tongue kisses down her leg, up her leg, across her belly, and down again.

Her pussy was stuffed with my man stuff (and there was a lot of it). My glossy cock was cooling, and my emptied balls lay relaxed. She wriggled restlessly and tightened her thighs. “I can’t keep it in,” she said while scritch-scritch-scratching my shoulder.

Kitty would gladly eat my cum, right from the source or spooned from between her legs. She said that she seriously liked it. I liked how her voice trilled when it stuck to the back of her throat.

The problem was, Kitty wanted me to eat my cum out of her, and there was no way I was going to do that, no matter how much she went on and on, oh Lord, and on about how “super hot” it would be. I agreed to go to see Dr. Moore, our hippie-dippie couples counselor, to talk about it only after Kitty boycotted my dick and cut our sex way, way down to only three or four times a week.

With my thumbs poised to sweep apart her velvety curtains, I pursed my lips around her outstanding clit and sucked. “Oh, Kash, baby,” she moaned and slipped her dainty hand under my chin to keep her cunt contained. Clits are nice, but so are nipples. I left a trail of breadcrumb kisses on my way up to Kitty’s bust and promised myself I’d follow them back down later.

All three of us were naked in the doctor’s back office (the one with the bed). “Kash!” Dr. Moore gruffly busted me. From the way she was fingering her pussy, with the constant clinking and clanging of hundreds of bracelets and anklets and bangles, I’d have sworn that she wasn’t paying attention. She sure was, though—taking notes with one hand while jilling with the other.

Where Kitty found Dr. Moore, I’ll never know, and I didn’t care. She looked good naked, and I never minded an audience, not that I’m bragging (not that I don’t have plenty to brag about).

Pussies are the best. From the day I learned that going down there was a thing, I was down there. I was down there until my jaw and tongue ached, and then I’d fuck ‘em. They’d be so fucking ready for a cock, they hardly ever made me use a condom.

Once I filled ‘em up, though, my face stayed above the waist. That’s okay, I loved boobs, too, unless I came on them first. And that was okay because then I’d go back down there again, you know, if it was safe. Slather, lick, repeat.

You see, a man’s cum is a gift to his woman—no take-backs. That is, until I found Kitty. Kitty was and is a fucking orgasm hoarder and always wanted one more, even if, no, especially if, she had a cuntful of cum.

“Sure. Suck me off and get me hard again,” I’d say. The second time never took me long.

“I don’t want to wait,” she’d say, so I’d use my fingers, but then she’d whine, “Not like that. Like, you know.” Hint hint.

“Um, can’t.”

“Um, why not?”

“Um, muh cum.” Duh.

“Um, you put your dick in my mouth all the time after you pull it out muh puss. That’s not rainwater on it.”

The difference between her cum and mine was obvious, but I knew she wouldn’t listen. “Listen…”

“La-la-la, not listening.”

The next night, I let her think I was being punished when she used her vibrator in front of me. The next, next night, however, all I got was her back, and not the good way.

So there we were, naked in our masturbating, psycho therapist’s office, basking in the afterglow of our love. My mouth was literally a cunt hair away from basking her some more, but I couldn’t do it. Then Dr. Moore stopped frigging herself, which meant she was going to talk.

Fuck.

“Kash, now seems to be a good time for you to ask yourself what it is you’re afraid of.”

I glared at the Rorschach Test between Kitty’s legs like the doctor was stupid. This man wasn’t afraid of squat. XY, baby. No, that’s little x big Y, xY, shout the Y, like the most extra-strength Y you can get without a prescription.

Breathing up for oxygen, I secured my shoulders under her legs, spread her wide, and slurped the oyster.

Yuck. Kitty liked it, though.

“Oh, baaabeee! You’re so naaawteee!” Kitty lifted her ass off the bed and crammed her cunt into my mouth. Her orgasm lasted a long fucking time, but that didn’t matter because I kept tongue-fucking her until she was done and then some. Nothing on earth was as mouthwatering as Kitty’s cum, and God knows there was always a lot of it.

Meanwhile, Dr. Moore loudly declared a breakthrough, over and over, between huffs, and with both sets of fingers. She still had her pen, but she wasn’t taking notes.

As Kitty’s cum dribbled down my chin, the slug was swelling in my mouth. I spit it out onto her belly before anything bad could happen, and she scooped it right up into her mouth. “Hmmm,” she hummed for a comically long time. “Hmmm-mm!” She opened up with a smile to show me, and then swallowed it. “Yummmeee!”

I’m glad you think so, I thought. That was hot, though. That was hot every time.

“Do it again.” She scrambled out from under my face and shoved me onto my back with a wild look in her eyes. She bared her teeth, maybe it was a smile, and growl-L-L-L-ed, rolling those extra Ls like no little Dutch girl with big tits ever had before.

She wolfed my cock down before I could brace myself, then let it fall back out. It inflated in her fist as she fluttered her tongue over my tip and tugged on my nuts. After a few jerks and head bobs, my cock was stiff enough to swallow. If that girl had a gag reflex, I’d never seen it.

Kitty loves sucking my cock as much as I love licking her slit. Both of us went down there on our first date, and we didn’t even fuck for maybe a month. It’s true. Dr. Moore didn’t believe it until she saw with her own eyes how good we were at not fucking.

My balls tightened and twitched as they refilled. Kitty’s cheeks collapsed on my dick, and she dragged her tongue on the underside until she finally reached the top with a pop. She did it again, and giggled. “This is going to be sooo good,” she said while straddling my lap. “Sooo good,” she said again and lowered herself onto my shaft.

She hopped up and down a few times before thinking to ask if I was ready. Damn, Kitty’s Kegels were a force not to be ignored. I tried the best I could to come up with an excuse not to eat my upcoming donation, but no blood was reaching my brain, and my cock was telling me to mind my own business.

I managed to keep myself from cumming all the way through Kitty’s drawn-out climax. Thinking of baseball didn’t help. Slide! Slide! Slide! She plopped on my lap and clamped down the second I began to unload. When I opened my eyes, she had the most lecherous look. “I. Have. Every. Drop,” she said, and before I could blink or think, she was sitting on my face.

Of course, I opened my mouth. Why wouldn’t I open my mouth? Oh, that’s right. Too late.

“Eat me!” she screamed. She humped and drew that belly of hers in tight—humped and squeezed, humped and squeezed until every drop of my cum and hers was stuffed between my cheeks and gums. I tried to spit it out, but she had muscles and gravity on her side.

“C’mere,” she said after I made her cum again, and she bounced away until we were face-to-face. “Show it to me.”

Fuck no. “Mm-mm.”

“Please?” Kitty’s eyes were glazed and fixed, and she wasn’t smiling. Her breaths were getting heavier and faster. She lifted her tit by the nipple, lifted and pulled it out long, then did it again. The tip of her tongue peeked from her lips.

I opened my mouth.

“Oh, Baby, Fuck!” she shouted and jammed her tongue in my mouth. I pushed my tongue and the unholy load into her mouth, and she spat it all back into mine. I locked my throat like a kid with peanut allergies and swapped it all back to her. Kitty came up for a breath and said, “Oh, Baby,” and I could see strings of cum dripping from the roof of her mouth.

She kissed me again and swapped it back, all the while wiggling her ass in the air. Then she threw herself back and spread her legs. “Put it back in!”

Well, she was nuts if she thought I could get it up again, but that’s not what she meant. She snagged a handful of hair and yanked my face to her wide-open snatch. I quickly spit what was left into her pussy and licked her to yet another wild orgasm.

I was out of breath. She was out of breath. The mix of cum and spit and cum dribbled out of her pussy. I knew what I had to do, and I did it. I lapped it up and fed the cummy worm to my baby bird. She swallowed it, I didn’t, and life was good.

Dr. Moore sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she said as she delicately dabbed the tissue between her legs and soaked up the wet spot on her desk. “Our hour is up. Don’t forget to dress before you leave.”

Yeah, like we’d make that mistake again.