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How Many Licks
by Anonymous (moan.and@scream.org)

***

He originally married her because she was a beautiful 
black woman, strong and self assured. He always liked 
the contrast between her satiny dusky skin and his 
Nordic, almost whiteness. But lately work was taking up 
all his energy, until one day he decided to take a 
moment and rediscover his dark beauty.  (MF, oral, 
intr, rom)

***

Her husband's e-mail arrived in mid-afternoon that 
Monday, full of the usual. Some help with an unfamiliar 
UNIX command and chatter about work, dinner and the 
odds that he'd get soaked by a passing shower on his 
way home. The last paragraph, though, was what really 
caught her attention. "I've been wondering how many 
licks it takes to get to the center of an orgasm-pop. 
;)"

Her dark brown eyes sparkled. It was about time, really 
- she'd been bugging him to do something with her for 
at least two or three days, but a big development 
project at his job had been eating up all his time. 
He'd been focusing on work, going in early, coming home 
late, and forgetting to shave. And with his love of 
open-air cycling commutes, that long blonde hair of his 
was quickly tangling into proof that a white boy could 
wind up with dreads like a Rastafarian, if he wasn't 
careful.

He made it home a little earlier than usual, and found 
her hard at work as well, revising a website for one of 
her clients on the Linux PC in her home office. She had 
a few questions waiting for him - his Internet 
experience went back half again as long as her six 
years, and he could usually tell what needed fixing on 
a web page without even seeing the source code. 

Massaging her broad shoulders and twirling her locks 
between his fingers, he answered the questions easily. 
Two heads were better than one, and the pace picked up. 
Even so, it was 9 pm. before they finished making code 
changes, testing, eating dinner, running errands and 
fending off distractions and found time to relax.

Tossing their clothes in piles on the old pine planks 
of the bedroom floor, they sprawled onto the bed in the 
darkness, and found a comfortable position for cuddling 
- she with her knees drawn up, and he conforming to the 
line of her back and legs, one arm around her, cupping 
one of her small breasts in his hand. Even after their 
eyes adjusted, his fair skin looked almost colorless in 
the dim light, while her deep brown and red tones were 
nearly lost in the shadows. As always, the contrast 
intrigued her, as did the way the colors complemented 
each other.

"Caress me?" she asked, after giving his hands a few 
minutes to warm up under the covers, and he did. His 
fingertips brushed against her the smooth brown skin of 
her long dancer's thighs, the gentle curves of her 
torso, and the dark, resilient protrusions of her 
nipples. 

His roaming hands gently squeezed her rounded buttocks, 
then slid slowly up her spine and over her shoulder-
blades, fingernails lightly scratching her. After 
several minutes, he rolled her onto her back, straddled 
her, and gave her a long hug. "Are you going to keep 
your promise?" she inquired.

He smiled and kissed her - first on the mouth, then the 
neck, then her shoulders, then each nipple, and a long 
string of licks and kisses down her taut stomach, until 
he reached the edge of her wavy, jet-black pubic hair. 
Reaching under her, he cupped her bottom in his hands, 
and pushed her further up the bed to make room for 
himself. 

"Hey!" she protested, "You moved me off the warm spot!" 

They both laughed, and she settled back and spread her 
legs. He lay between them, and kissed her vulva five or 
ten times through the hair. "Do what you did last 
time," she said. "Kiss my thighs." 

Gladly, willingly, he did her bidding. A mixture of 
feathery kisses, moist kisses, and light strokes with 
the tip of his tongue gradually made its way back to 
her mound, and the tip of his tongue probed curiously 
between her labia.

"Too pointy," she said, trying not to giggle. He spread 
the dark lips gently with his forefingers and lightly 
licked between them, the tip of his tongue gliding up 
and over her clitoris. 

After ten slow licks he paused, and began kissing her 
thighs and caressing her once again. He resumed his 
licking shortly, sometimes extending his tongue down as 
far as her pale pink vaginal opening. His hands stroked 
her thighs and her torso, and he made a slight vacuum 
with his mouth, brushing his lower lip against her 
clitoris in a series of kisses. 

As he continued his efforts, he felt the muscles around 
her clitoris beginning to tense with every touch of his 
tongue, and her heartbeat and breathing quickened. 
Carefully, he counted each lick. At the fortieth, he 
stopped and began licking her slowly with the flat 
center of his tongue, pressing gently against her 
clitoris and labia. A few licks later, she began to 
arch her back slightly, and her breath came haltingly.

Forty-eight... forty-nine... don't move!" she gasped, 
shoving her vulva against his tongue and lips as she 
tensed and writhed slowly in the throes of a gentle, 
but prolonged, climax. He struggled to comply, 
delivering only pressure in return. 

As her orgasm eased slightly, she asked for a little 
more movement, and he massaged her clitoris with his 
tongue, teasing the tip against the opening of her 
vagina. She floated in orgasmic bliss, moaning quietly, 
for several minutes. His tongue never left her 
clitoris, only moving ever so slightly against it.

Finally, she had her fill of his oral affection. 
"Enough," she said, running her fingers through his 
hair. 

He gave her swollen clitoris a farewell kiss, and moved 
up to embrace her. As her arms and legs wrapped around 
his pale body, he suspected she wanted her fill of 
something else. "Do you want more?" he teased with a 
grin. 

She could feel the his erection rubbing gently against 
her vaginal opening. Kissing him deeply as he ran his 
fingers through her locks, she pulled him closer with 
her legs, sighed as she felt his hardness slide into 
her, and let her body provide the answer.

END

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