The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  “What do you mean you’ve never eaten pussy?”

  Aaron and his best friend, Danny, were standing in front of the vending machine in the cafeteria unable to make up their minds which candy bar to buy. They were both good looking black men who worked out religiously and had the bodies to prove it. Two women from another firm walked by and gave them the eye. They looked at each other and kept on with their conversation. Their looks didn’t merit their valuable time.

  “Damn man, keep your voice down. I don’t want the whole company to know my business.”

  “Okay, so you’ve never buried your tongue inside any of your girlfriend’s pussy?”

  “Never.”

  “And they let you get away with that shit?”

  “I guess that after I dick them down they are just too tired to ask for anymore,” Aaron laughed. He decided to have a Snickers. Danny was still undecided. He didn’t have a particular candy bar he enjoyed, but enjoyed choosing from a variety. He applied this same sense of equal opportunity to his dating life. He was a rainbow lover. He enjoyed the beauty of all colors of women and as far as he was concerned, monogamy was a word that should be banned from the English language. Any honest man would tell you that if he felt he had a choice and could get away with it; he would make love to every beautiful woman on the face of the earth.

  “Well, you don’t know what you’re missing. I’m addicted to the shit. It’s like when I’m sucking and licking my woman down there, it’s like she becomes possessed or something. I love a bald tasty pussy. I can get right to it, you know? I don’t have to worry about hair or anything. All that hair sometimes is like wading through a fucking jungle and by the time my tongue gets there—it’s too fucking tired to enjoy the damn thing. It’s like when you have to put a condom on your dick and you know if you don’t hurry up then the motherfucker is gonna get soft and you’ll just be lying there with a limp dick in your hand and an angry horny woman who wants to beat you with your own dick.”

  Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at some of the stuff that came from Danny’s mouth. He had a unique way of putting things. Danny finally chose the Almond Joy and they ate as they walked over to the bathroom to take a leak.

  “So doesn’t your girl get mad that you’re not eating her pussy?”

  “She’s never said anything about it, so I’m thinking that she doesn’t like it. I don’t want to ask her because if she does like it then she will want me to do it all the time. Then I will have to plead the fifth.”

  “The fifth what?”

  “You know, abstaining.”

  They entered the bathroom, finished off their candy bars and stood side by side at the urinals.

  “So why don’t you like to eat pussy? What are you some sort of vegetarian or something? Or against your religion?”

  “I eat meat, you asshole. I guess I just never got into it.”

  “It’s not something you get into. You have a woman, she sucks your dick and you eat her pussy. There’s nothing to really think about. You just fucking do it. Besides, eating pussy is like eating ice cream. Everybody loves it. It’s like a fucking American tradition—apple pies and hot dogs and all that shit. It’s like going to a barbecue and not eating a cheeseburger. Everyone will think you’re crazy. Your girl must think you’re a nut job not to be eating her pussy. No disrespect or anything, but I’ve seen your girl.”

  “Watch your mouth.”

  “Let’s just say if your girl was a chocolate cake, I would be obese by now because I would be eating her everyday. I would be a diabetic by now after eating so much brown sugar.”

  “You’re fucking sick, man.”

  Aaron thought about what Danny had just said, and Rachael was a beautiful woman. Her dark complexion set against her almond shaped eyes and round face gave her an exotic mysterious quality when you first laid eyes on her. She was naturally beautiful without the accentuation of makeup, but would occasionally wear some on special occasions. Danny and Aaron stood in silence at the urinal for a few seconds looking straight ahead at the white walls. Streams of yellow and white urine simultaneously flowed from their penises as if they were engaged in a synchronized swim event at the Olympics.

  “I know it’s stupid but I have nightmares about eating pussy. I have this reoccurring dream of putting my head down there, and Rachael is enjoying it so much that she pushes my head inside of her pussy and I can’t get the fuck out. I’m already fucking scared of the dark because my mom used to lock us in the closet when we misbehaved. And besides, you’re sticking your tongue into some dark hole and you don’t even know what’s on the other side. At least when a woman is giving you a blowjob—the dick is right there in her face. She doesn’t have to guess what she’s sucking because it’s waving around without any intentions of going anywhere until it gets sucked.

  “Dude, I don’t know what kind of fucked up things that are going through your head, but trust me, eating pussy will clear it right up. You love when she sucks your dick, right?”

  “Yeah, I love it. If I didn’t know better I would think that she was a professional.”

  “Don’t tell guys that you think your woman is a pro. They will want to try her out. Keep that shit to yourself.”

  Three shakes and a waggle later they had finished up at the urinal and washing their hands. Danny decided that it was his duty as Aaron’s best friend for all of their twenty-eight years to try to make him understand how important licking and sucking your woman’s pussy was to her mental well-being. He had heard of some woman in Alaska who refused to suck her husband’s dick unless he started eating her pussy again. “It’s only right,” she had said. Eventually the man gave in and started performing oral sex on his wife again. When questioned about why he had given in, he simply said, “it felt like he was about to lose his mind if he didn’t get his dick sucked right now.”

  The more Rachael thought about it the angrier she became. Why wasn’t her man eating her pussy? All her girlfriends bragged to her about how much their men enjoyed eating their dessert after a full meal of pussy. She was sure that in a pussy-eating contest that her stuff would win first prize. It made no sense to her as to why Aaron hadn’t tried to taste the sweetness buried between her moist lips. Maybe it was the whole Caribbean thing about not eating pussy. He was more Americanized than most guys she knew, but he still had that island blood in him.

  Maybe he didn’t know how to eat pussy and was ashamed to tell her.

  This mess had to come to an end tonight when he came over. She loved sucking his dick: the way it felt growing in her mouth, on her lips, the strength that vibrated through it as she held it, but if he wasn’t going to give her the same pleasure, then her lips were going on strike tonight. It had worked for that woman in Alaska and she was sure it would work for her. She would break him if it was the last thing she did, but she would much rather him do it willingly than be forced to do it. A pussy that is licked and sucked without coercion always goes down better and taste much sweeter.

  “Where the hell are we going?” Aaron asked Danny as they took the elevator down into the lobby.

  “Just to walk around the block for a few minutes to conduct an experiment. It’s a beautiful summer day. You know the honeys are buzzing out there,” Danny said to an exasperated Aaron as they exited the building and the noise of 42nd Street greeted them.

  He had work to do but agreed to take a short walk. Ever since they were kids, Danny was always making him do things he normally would not do. It was always interesting being around Danny, but sometimes he would go too far.

  If New York is the city that never sleeps, then 42nd Street is the part of it that has an incurable case of insomnia. It was always easy to pick out the tourists as they tried to walk in groups, wore color coordinated clothing, cameras strung around their necks begging to be robbed and constantly looking up in the sky as if they were waiting for Spiderman to swing from building to building. Aaron tried to avoid coming out during the day and would normally order in his lunch
just to avoid the crowds that were never ending. It always struck him just how naïve tourists from all around the world were, and any thief worth his profession could easily swindle them without much effort.

  “So tell me what are we doing here again?” Aaron asked Danny as they waited at the light.

  “We’re going to conduct an experiment to prove a point to you. It won’t take that long before you have your answer and join the millions of thirsty pussy lickers all around the world.”

  “Is that what this is about? Eating pussy?”

  The light turned green and they walked up to Seventh Avenue towards AMC Movie Theater. A crowd had gathered to watch the new Will Smith movie, “Seven Pounds.”

  “Excuse me ladies,” Danny walked right up in the middle of the crowd to disrupt their ongoing conversations. “I don’t mean to disturb you, but my friend and I are working on a sex survey and we need your opinion.” Aaron shook his head in disbelief and embarrassment at the spectacle that Danny was making. “Can you help us?” Most of the ladies shook their heads in agreement, but the loudest one in the bunch let Danny know that no freaky deaky sex would be happening on her watch. Aaron could almost read Danny’s mind, as he looked up and down at the overweight, bookish woman but just smiled at her to soften her up to get her on his side. She melted when Danny looked at her with his piercing gray eyes and touched her shoulder.

  “Okay ladies, here’s the deal,” a crowd had gathered by now to hear what Danny had to say. “My best friend has been dating this young woman for about six months, but for some reason, he doesn’t feel the need to satisfy her by going downtown,” he was trying not to say the words.

  “What do you mean downtown?” A female tourist asked. She could have been the poster child for tourism with her “I Love New York” hat, shirt, and buttons. “Is downtown more interesting than where we are?” She asked innocently. Someone in the crowd whispered to her what downtown meant and her mouth flew open in shock. A ripple of conversation surged through the crowd at Danny’s admission about Aaron’s sex life.

  The crowd had grown in size as men and women from all walks-of-life stopped to listen to what was going on.

  “So why doesn’t Aaron want to taste the cookie?” Someone in the crowd shouted. All eyes turned to Aaron for his response.

  Aaron stood there in disbelief vowing to strangle Danny when they got back to the office. His personal life was now fodder for the streets of New York and it would just be his luck if a News 7 truck drove by and put him on the damn news. His mother would have a frigging heart attack to hear her son talking about eating pussy and acting as if he didn’t have any damn sense..

  “Well...it’s not that I don’t want to eat--the cookie,” Aaron’s face showed his embarrassment as he said the word. This could only be happening in New York or San Francisco he thought to himself.

  “I’m sure you enjoy your woman pleasuring you, but you won’t do the same for her. You’re a selfish ass brotha!” Another woman in the crowd shouted. The other women nodded their heads and shouted their approval. “I’m sick of brothers like you who always want these lips,” she pointed to the fullness of her lips and blew a kiss into the air, “To deep throat them but they barely want to lick you for a minute. What’s up with that?”

  “Listen,” Danny implored the women before everything got out of hand, “Aaron is good brotha. He just doesn’t know how good the cookie taste when it crumbles in your mouth, drink it with milk and seeing how much your woman is enjoying you eating her cookie is sheer bliss. Tasting your woman is like eating that perfect piece of cake, like eating a ripe mango and the juices are dripping down your chin, or walking into your house and the smell of dinner gets you hungry. All you want to do is just eat and eat until you are full.” Danny had a far away look in his eyes as he spoke, but the sound of clapping and laughter brought him back to the moment.

  All the women clapped and laughed at Danny’s words wishing they had a man at home who appreciated eating the cookie like Danny. Some of them had smiles on their faces as they were remembering the last time they experienced the pleasure of a long tongue plunging deep into the abyss of their moist pussy. Aaron looked around at their faces and thought that it wouldn’t surprise him if a few of them were turned on just thinking about it.

  “Tell the women what you don’t like about eating the cookie,” Danny turned to Aaron with a smile on his face. He was enjoying watching his boy squirm under the hot glare of a bunch of female eyes. If Aaron said the wrong thing they might just turn on him and rip him to shreds.

  “Stop calling it the cookie” a tall light-skinned woman shouted over the crowd of noise. “Maybe the boy doesn’t like cookies. Call it what it is—eating pussy!” The crowd roared with approval. A few of the women broke into a spontaneous cheer of “Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!”

  One young woman who had been quiet through all the hoopla stepped forward into the circle that had surrounded Danny and Aaron. She was a pretty sister with short red dreads, round face and lips that made Aaron think of her on her knees pleasuring him. It was such a natural thought to him that it never registered as anything other than a man being a man in his mind. It was like going shopping and just browsing through all the clothes, but only buying one thing.

  The young woman reached out to him confidently and put her right hand on his shoulders. “I saw that look on your face when you looked at my lips. You were imagining me sucking your dick, weren’t you?”

  Her boldness caught Aaron by surprise and the look on his face told the crowd that she was right. A few women barked at him as the young lady continued.

  “Close your eyes,” she commanded him. He did as she asked and Danny did the same. “Imagine me coming home from work, maybe running a bath for you, then laying you down and letting my lips enjoy every thick delicious inch of your manhood. Would you like that?”

  Aaron lost in the moment forgot where he was and answered “yes,” weakly. A noticeable bulge had grown in both his and Danny’s pants, and the women in attendance giggled at their obvious arousal.

  “Imagine these full lips making love, caressing…swallowing you. Damn! I bet that shit feels good.”

  Her voice had dropped and become even more sensual. Some of the women in the crowd tried to hide the fact that the young lady was turning them on also. Danny and Aaron tried discreetly to hide their erections but it was already too late. When an erection has risen, it is like a balloon, the only place it has to go is up. With her hand still on his shoulder, she leaned in close to him and whispered in his ears. The scent of her perfume exacerbated an already volatile situation as he tried to keep some façade of control.

  Her words hit him hard, “Don’t you think your woman deserves the same pleasure that she gives you? Go home and eat your woman’s pussy as if you haven’t eaten in days. Suck it, lick it, eat it, and swallow her like a man who is in love with his woman and that woman will do anything for you.”

  When Aaron opened his eyes, she was already sashaying through the crowd of women and disappeared around the corner. The other women who had gathered began to disperse and return to what they were doing.

  “What did she tell you?” Danny asked as they walked back to work.

  “Basically pleasure goes both ways. Do me a favor?”

  “Anything man.”

  “Tell Mr. Jones that I got sick over lunch and I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off. Okay?”

  Danny nodded in approval and slapped Aaron across the back. “Go ahead, boy! Go eat that pussy!” They both laughed as Aaron hailed a cab to Rachael’s apartment in the city—luckily one stopped for him within a few minutes. Twenty minutes, he was standing at Rachael’s door with flowers in hand and lips that were ready to taste his woman’s sweet pussy.

  The knocking at her door woke Rachael from a sound sleep. It was her day off and she couldn’t imagine who could be banging her door in the middle of the afternoon. She had taken a long bath, and the warmth of the sun streaming through her open bedr
oom windows had sent her into a restful sleep. The sight of Aaron through the peephole made her remember why she needed that bath to relax, and she could feel the tension returning to her body. She was about to give him a piece of her mind. Rachael flung the door open naked and before she could light into him; Aaron handed her a dozen red roses and carried her to the bedroom. She was too shocked to protest and looked at him as if he had lost his mind when he deposited her on the bed.

  Aaron hurriedly took off his clothes and rested the weight of his full body on top of Rachael. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to do this,” he said as his hot kisses found the softness of her lips, her neck and worked his way down. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about yet as her body responded to his touch. The strength of his hands massaged her nipples and his lips closed gently around them. Her body arched upwards to greet his lips and his hands wandered to her ass. His touch was surer than it ever been before and she was swept away as he lowered his body down to her navel. His tongue filled the hollow dimple of her navel while his hands held her around her waist to keep her firmly in place. Rachael wasn’t sure what had come over Aaron. Or whoever this man was who kept going lower and lower to touch her in places that had been a secret to him until now.

  Aaron closed his eyes, rid his mind of images of women having babies, rid his mind of their periods, and inhaled the scent of Rachael’s heated pussy. He had never eaten pussy in his life and relied on his instincts to take over. “It’s like kissing,” the young woman had whispered. “Kiss her down there as if you are taking her in your arms to kiss her.” He licked his lips and gently kissed her directly on her engorged vagina lips. Aaron’s tongue instinctively slid between the small opening of her throbbing lips and tasted the sweet nectar of his woman’s pussy for the first time. She waited breathlessly for him to continue. She wanted more but waited for him to proceed on his own. She needed to know that he enjoyed licking her without her prodding him to do so. What is the point of asking your man to eat your pussy if he doesn’t want to? It’s like asking him if he loves you. If he loves you—he will tell you.