When the Dare is the answer

I'd been in Oklahoma City for three weeks, and the silence in my new apartment was driving me insane. My balls were aching with a need so specific I couldn't ignore it. I needed to taste a woman. So, I posted an ad on Doublelist, keeping it brutally honest, similar to my original post below.

"Fit, athletic male, new to OKC. Looking for a clean, DDF woman who wants her pussy eaten for hours. No reciprocation needed, no strings. Just me burying my face between your legs until you're completely satisfied. Serious inquiries only."

The replies trickled in, mostly fakes and flakes. Then came a message from "Jen." "Your ad is intense. But... intriguing. You really just want to eat pussy?"

"More than anything," I typed back. "It's my art form."

We messaged back and forth for an hour. She was 28, worked in marketing, and admitted her last boyfriend was "all about himself." She was nervous but turned on by the directness. I told her to meet me at a park near her place, one with plenty of secluded, wooded areas. "Tonight," I added. "If you're serious."

"Okay," she replied. "See you at 9."

She was sitting on a bench, looking exactly like her profile picture – a curvy brunette in a simple sundress, biting her lower lip. I walked up, and the tension was electric. We made small talk for about two minutes before I leaned in and kissed her. It was deep and hungry, and she melted into it. My hand found its way to the nape of her neck, holding her as our tongues danced. She tasted like mint and desperation.

"This is crazy," she whispered, pulling away slightly, her eyes dark with lust.

"Crazy good," I said. "Let's walk."

We found a spot deep in the trees, a small clearing hidden from the main path. We sat on the grass, the city lights twinkling in the distance. The conversation was easy, charged with the unspoken reason we were there. "Truth or dare?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

"Dare," I said instantly.

"I dare you," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "to do exactly what your ad promised."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled her down onto the grass, my mouth finding hers again as my hands roamed over her body, squeezing her soft curves. I kissed my way down her neck, across her collarbone, and pulled the straps of her sundress down, exposing her full, perfect breasts. I took a hard, pink nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue until she was moaning and arching her back. I gave the other the same attention, feeling her body tremble.

Then I moved lower, pushing her dress up around her hips. She wasn't wearing panties. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug – musky, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. I spread her legs wide, revealing a perfectly smooth, glistening pussy. Her clit was already swollen and peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.

I didn't start slow. I flattened my tongue and licked her from her tight little asshole all the way up to her clit in one long, slow stroke. She gasped, her hands flying to my hair. "Oh fuck," she breathed.

I began my assault in earnest. I sucked her puffy outer lips into my mouth, nibbling them gently before releasing them. I tongue-fucked her tight hole, plunging deep as I could, tasting her tangy juices. She was grinding against my face, coating me in her wetness. I focused on her clit, alternating between fast, hard flicks and slow, torturous circles. I could feel it pulsing against my tongue as I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, hard.

Her first orgasm ripped through her within minutes. Her thighs clamped around my head, and she let out a strangled cry as her whole body shook. But I didn't stop. I kept eating, my tongue lapping up the fresh wave of her cum. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spongy spot on her front wall as I continued to devour her clit.

The second orgasm was bigger. She was screaming now, a string of curses and praises. "Fu