Good morning class! If you missed the first lecture, go get wet at BAK's place: The Tongue and the Clit
Today's lesson: the Lip and the Cock
The higher the levels of estrogen a woman has during youth and puberty, the fuller her lips and larger her eyes. Scientists believe these features are universally attractive to men as a biological indicator of health and fertility. Lipstick visually “tricks” the male into believing that the woman has more estrogen than she actually has. I prefer to paint my lips with cum, but that’s just me. I also like to pee standing up -- and on his head. But I do have full lips and large eyes. Maybe we really can have it all.
Lips, like the fingertips, are an erogenous zone due to their high number of nerve endings. The skin of the lips is stratified squamous epithelium. The mucous membrane is represented by a large area in the sensory cortex, and is therefore highly sensitive.
Lips are very sensitive to touch, warmth, and cold. They are documented by science to be an important aid for exploration and seeking pleasure.
When I lower my lips onto it, my lover’s cock flowers into my moist orifice, becoming engorged with blood until it is perfectly matched to the soft, wet "o" of my mouth and ready to be taken deep inside and stuffed by my blood-plumped and pleasure seeking hole deep into my throat. The smooth, sweet-smelling, succulent head, when grasped between my lips, sends shivers of hormonal bliss directly into my brain, blood, heart, bones, and cunt, and causes my lover to utter deep, guttural sounds while his own lips and vocal chords form words like, “fuck!" and "oh baby, you are the world’s best cocksucker,” which, considering I have no formal education or special training in said activity, makes me smile and hop up & down and clap my hands.
Lip memory is an incredulous thing. My thick, cock-loving lips have mapped every region of my lover’s penile organ, memorizing and cataloguing the finest geographic details in the glorious, intimate detail. The sensitive skin of my lips, in contact with the similarly nerve-packed skin of his cock, which, by the way, is also constructed of stratified squamous epithelium, causes a chemical pleasure reaction in my vaginal region that makes my pussy cry big, fat crocodile tears of clear, sweet cum. Once, while sucking on his cock as he blasted down a country highway at 70 miles per hour, with the warm summer air rushing across my naked body, I lost so much bodily fluid that I had to down an entire cooler of beer and several shots of whiskey to regain hydration. That was such a great day.
According to scientists, kissing may tell us what we need to know about compatibility. “Kissing,” said evolutionary psychologist Gordon G. Gallup of the University at Albany, State University of New York in an interview with the BBC, “involves a very complicated exchange of information—olfactory information, tactile information and postural types of adjustments that may tap into underlying evolved and unconscious mechanisms that enable people to make determinations … about the degree to which they are genetically incompatible.”
I have the postural adjustments down, all right. Down, down, down. And the moment my lips touched his highly evolved organ, it was written. My lips and his cock were born of the same young star. Genetically compatible doesn’t even begin to describe the effect of this comingling of nerve bundles, olfactory joy, and hormonal bliss.
Damn! Where’s the beer cooler?