From this time I apparently became reasonably adept at cunnilingus, judging by Toni’s reactions and feedback. I loved the taste, touch and smell of her cunt and could sense an insatiable hunger to ‘eat more pussy’ growing deep within me.
CHAPTER 8
Muff sandwich anyone?
Each following Thursdays I was given another lesson in Females 101, either by Toni or some of the other ladies, depending on how playful they were feeling at the time. When my taste for twats became common knowledge amongst the tennis ladies I began to get more and more requests to savour others.
On one Thursday, I could sense that female hormones had risen a notch from their usual levels. I came to appreciate that the mood at Thursday tennis days would change considerably from week to week. Some days I would sense an awkwardness, even bitchiness in the air amongst my tennis buddies. On these days I kept my head low and just played tennis. On other days the mood would swing sensually and at times highly erotically.
Over time as my experience amongst groups of women increased I came to realise that in a collective of females, heightened erotic moods coincided with a change in seasons, especially during autumn and spring.
On this day in question it was early autumn and just after our Easter break. There was a crispness in the air that signaled the end to the oppressive summer heat. The sky was crystal clear and a slight sensual breeze caressed our bodies as we played tennis. Just the weather alone generated eroticism.
The mood amongst my tennis buddies was very upbeat and risqué and sexist comments were more prevalent than normal. As usual my balls always came in for jocular mention on the tennis court. However, on this day the comments were much more specific and witty. I took a hard smash from one of my opponents straight into my balls and I slightly doubled up with the pain. There was an immediate outbreak of giggles and comments such as “I’m happy to rub them for you Michael!” However, my tennis partner for this game, Julie, was quick to respond and said, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll kiss them better,” and came over and bent down and planted a sloppy kiss on the tip of my cock to the raucous laughter of everyone playing or sitting around watching.
As we left the tennis court for our lunch break, Julie whispered in my ear that she was very horny and asked whether I’d enjoy a ‘muff sandwich’ from her ‘lunchbox’? She could tell immediately from my smiling response that I was UP for this delicious invitation. Julie was in her mid 40’s and my mother’s age. However, she had an amazing body and extremely attractive. She took my hand as we walked.
She led me to the pool area, a discrete distance from the lunch area and set herself up on a pool chair and intimated this was to be the venue for my luscious labia lunch. As I sat down between her legs I looked around to see if this unusual meal was going to cause any offence for the crowd over under the trees. There were some curious looks on some faces as they strained to see what was going on behind the pool fencing. However, when awareness dawned there were broad grins of encouragement. By now I was extremely horny and this delightful luncheon invitation before me overpowered any concerns for discretion. So, I spread her hairy muff, dived in and began my beautiful buffet.
Although my mouth was full, my ears were pricked and I could faintly hear some of the comments coming from our lunching buddies. There was an obvious increase in the giggles and risqué banter amongst them.
In this hothouse of rising rampant female pheromones I was beginning to feel the need to entertain. Toni had given me some good basic instruction on how to pleasure a cunt, but I was still a raw beginner. My technique was very much ‘trial and error’. So, I consciously made overt licking gestures up and down the length of her crack and then concentrated my attention on her clit. Her loud raptures of delight initially surprised me but I kept going. She then began to groan and arch her back as she prepared to orgasm.
I could tell Julie’s orgasmic reactions had now attracted the full attention of everyone. Some had moved over to the pool fencing and were giggling as they watched intently and continued to suck on their passion pop and munch their sandwiches.
I didn’t know it at the time, but Julie had ejaculated when she orgasmed. I was surprised by the rush of fluids from her cunt, but just assumed she must have pee’d herself. I had her fluids running down my chest and over my now fully erect cock and balls. It must have been a highly erotic sight to the other ladies as I sat there smiling and staring attentively at Julie’s now very wet cunt as she continued to pulse with orgasmic delight.
Things really hotted up from here.
After I had finished enjoying my liquid lunch from Julie’s ‘lunch box’, our spectators dispersed back to the lunch area. Julie composed herself and took my hand and began to lead me back to the others. I hesitated as my cock was still fully erect and was now dripping pre-cum. She laughed at my hesitancy, looked at my straining manhood and said, “Don’t worry, they’ll love it!”
As we joined the group there was a round of cheers and whistles. I could tell that everyone’s eyes were focused on my cock and I was slightly concerned about the overt exposure of my huge erection, remembering Toni’s warning at my induction. Julie did a mock curtsy and then sat down. As I was about to sit, Toni took my hand and announced with a cheeky laugh, “Michael still looks a little hungry, does anyone else have a muff sandwich she’d like to share?” I had admitted to Toni during my cunnilingus training how much I wanted to ‘eat more pussy’, so I guessed she was taking this opportunity to continue my ‘education’.
Following Toni’s broadcast invitation, Sandy eagerly spread her legs, raised one hand and with the other pointed at her cunt and extended an invitation for me to sup on her luscious liquid luncheon box.
Everyone cracked up! I quickly realized by the reactions that this was a planned tease for my behalf and I smiled and waved as if to accept the tease.
However, I could play this game too and as these ladies were beginning to realize, I loved an audience. So, with a flutter of ‘butterflies’ in my gut and hesitant testosterone energy coursing through my body, I let go of Toni’s hand and moved over to Sandy and sat down in front of her. She was slightly stunned as this hadn’t been part of the ‘conspiracy’. However, I didn’t budge and spunkily looked straight into her eyes as my cock maintained its vertical profile from between my crossed legs. Everyone began to laugh and clap for Sandy to join in with the fun.
She looked at me and then smiled and I could tell she was willing.
Amidst a chorus of gasps, whistles and cheers, I spread Sandy’s legs and took a quick look around and smiled at my audience and then nose-dived into another delicious muff sandwich.
This was meant to be more of a ‘performance’ meal, but Sandy did enjoy it.
After enjoying my second sexy serving, Toni came over to me as I regained my composure and proudly watched my luncheon buddy and her pulsing cunt relax before my eyes, following my oral stimulation.
What a buzz! Two muff meals! I was beside myself with erotic energy. I was so highly aroused, as every woman could plainly see from my engorged manhood.
Toni knelt beside me and giggled as she asked “Are you still hungry?”
I laughed and despite still feeling as though I could have gone on to devour every lunchbox there, I indicated I knew the fun had finished.
However, there was still an excited erotic chatter in the air as we all resumed our seats and talked openly. I had been totally absorbed into this group of women and their discussions were never appended, in any way, by my presence. I was asked what I found appealing about cunnilingus. It was a question I found hard to answer. There also seemed to be an attitude amongst each of them that they felt cunts were ugly. It was a major reason, it seemed, why most had retained their hairy pubic bush despite the pervasive emerging fashion for pubic depilation. I believe it was their subconscious way of hiding, what they deemed an unattractive part of their body.