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"And I promise you; I'm going to want more of your cunny." That's what he called my vagina: my cunny. I don't know any woman that likes to hear the word cunt; no matter the context, but cunny, with Marley's accent sounded so delightful; so romantic.

I began using it all the time. As in, "Marley, your tallywacker is so good to my cunny."

Or, as you'll see below, "Marley, keep eating my cunny. You have my cunny on fire."

I wasn't sure what he meant. Did he mean that he wanted to fuck me again, which I was wide open for (literally speaking).

Well, there was that, but Marley was also like Richard Hamright: a pussy eater or as he'd say a cunny licker. I discovered that his tongue had a thing for my cunny. I wanted to believe that his tongue had a thing for my cunny, not just any cunny.

Except for that night with Professor Hamright, I'd never been eaten. Marley's tongue made me cum and cum. Multiple orgasmic nights and mornings from his tongue became the norm not the exception.

You know I always insisted on fellating the men I was with. I always insisted on getting fucked, too. I began to wonder why I never insisted on being the recipient of cunnilingus.

Marley encouraged me to insist on his tongue, just like I insisted on fucking and fellating him.

Even after the grant money ran out, we continued to see each other.

Since you know how I am about fellatio, and I've told you how Marley was about cunnilingus, you might think we'd find joy in 69ing.

We didn't.

I couldn't fully concentrate on his tallywacker when his tongue was in my cunny, and Marley admitted, "Wendy, my tongue can't give your cunny the love it deserves when you have my tallywacker in your mouth."

We worked out a system that didn't really work out.

Some nights, Marley would say, "Wendy, how about tonight, I spend the night eating your cunny." In theory that sounded good until I was climbing the walls begging for his tallywacker. In those moments, I really didn't care where he put it: my cunny, my mouth. It didn't matter.

By the same token, some nights I'd be in a fellatio mood. Okay, okay, you caught me, I was always in a fellatio mood. I just wanted to suck and suck. I didn't want him to cum; I just wanted to suck. Of course, Marley was a guy; he wanted to cum, and at some point insisted that I make him cum.

Hard to believe but the best time for me was when I was having my period. Five days of pure pleasure. Five days of fellatio, without interruption.

One month while I was having my period, I discovered something that had never happened before. I fellated Marley, fellated him some more and then some more. Three and four times a day; morning, noon and night. My lips were raw. Intentionally never making him cum.

My God, when my period ended, Marley fucked me like I'd never been fucked. That long black snake pounded my cunny. I was thankful for the quart-size tube of lube or my cunny would have been as raw as my lips.

From then on, that's how we handled my period. We both looked forward to a week of uninterrupted fellatio. And then we looked forward to the most glorious fucking.

Although, I didn't see anyone else, I was unwilling to make a commitment to Marley, and periodically he'd fly home to Montserrat. I wondered if he had a wife down there. I didn't ask. Performing fellatio on him was too much fun. I didn't want to ruin it.

One day while he was back home, I got a phone call that changed everything. "Does Wendy Wilson still want Wu Wong's wang?"

Yes, Wu was back from China. The first weekend he was back, I swear I didn't get off my knees. Yes, Wendy Wilson wanted Wu Wong's wang. For a week, I wouldn't let him fuck me.

You know those signs on the highway, "MEN AT WORK." I could have put up a sign outside my apartment door, "FELLATIO ARTISTE AT WORK."

I was in love with Wu Wong's wang. On the other hand, I'd been in love with Akeem Juma's schlong and Marley Flynn's tallywacker.

Looking in the mirror one morning, I was honest with myself. I was in love with fellatio.

When Marley came back from Montserrat, I sat him down and explained that I could suck his cock, and I'd be grateful if he ate my cunny, but I couldn't commit to anything; there were other men in my life.

I told Wu Wong the same thing, except of course, he didn't eat me, he'd fuck me, when I didn't have his wang in my mouth.

I was proud of my skill, but I had to practice all the time to stay sharp and improve. After all I wasn't just your common cocksucker, I was a fellatio artiste.

THE END

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