The Day We Tried to Suck Our Own Cunts

It all started one summer afternoon when my friend Noa and I were locked in my bedroom. It was one of those sweltering days when clothes stick to your skin, so the two of us were just in thongs and bras, nothing else. My parents were working late and my brother had gone out with his friends, so we had the whole apartment to ourselves and no one to answer to.

We were lying on the bed watching random videos on my phone, the kind that hook you without really knowing why. At some point, a girl who talks about sex on her channel popped up, very uninhibited, spilling everything to the camera like she was commenting on the weather. In one of the videos she was giving her opinion on pubic hair, on whether to shave or not, and I glanced at myself out of the corner of my eye.

The truth was I had quite a lot. And since my cunt is a bit on the plump side, it spilled out the sides of my thong and you could see all the hairs poking through. It made me snicker.

“Look at me,” I said, pointing downward. “I look like a jungle.”

“Oh, and I’m not much better,” Noa replied, stretching the elastic of her thong to show me.

She had hers a little finer, but almost as thick. We both laughed and, half joking, half serious, decided to go into the bathroom and shave each other, because it’s always easier with laughter than alone in front of the mirror.

***

To make it easier, we agreed that one would do the other. It’s hard to see down there properly and not end up with irritated skin, so we figured it would be cleaner with four hands. She started with me.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub with my legs open and Noa knelt in front of me, focused as if she were doing precision work. What I didn’t tell her was that the last time I’d masturbated had been the afternoon before, and my body was already awake on its own.

The brush of her fingers as she stretched my skin, moving my lips aside to get at it properly, was getting me worked up to a hundred without her noticing. Every time her hand accidentally brushed my clit, my mouth watered and I let out a sigh, disguising it by looking at my phone and pretending something on the screen had annoyed me.

“Are you okay?” she asked at one point, looking up.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just a stupid notification,” I lied, squeezing my thighs together for a second.

She finished with me and left my skin soft, taut, with that strange fresh feeling. I ran my fingers over it without thinking, checking how smooth it was, and noticed I was wetter than I wanted to admit. I crossed my legs for a second, took a deep breath, and played it cool. And then it was my turn to return the favor.

***

When I knelt down in front of Noa, I admit I kind of lost my head. I’m into men, I know that perfectly well, I’m crazy about cocks and everything to do with them. But let’s call things what they are: what I had in front of me was a beauty.

A small little cunt, neat, almost doll-like, which as I removed the hair from it only became prettier. I bit my lip without realizing it. I was dying to touch myself, to shove my hand into my thong right there and then, but I kept shaving her as if nothing was happening, holding it together until we were done.

“All done, princess,” I told her, giving her thigh a pat, and we both burst out laughing.

We went back to the bedroom still half naked, fresh from the shower, and flopped onto the bed again with the laptop. Noa wanted us to watch porn videos; she said she felt like browsing, and I went along with it because, honestly, by that point I would have gone along with anything.

***

We spent a while skipping through videos until one suddenly came up of a guy giving himself autofellatio. The man was bent over himself, with impossible flexibility, getting himself to his own mouth. We looked at each other and cracked up.

“Hahaha, how the fuck does he do that?” I blurted out, almost choking.

“Amazing. Hey… what if we tried it?” Noa said, with that look she gets when she comes up with a dangerous idea.

“Are you out of your mind? Do you really think with the tits I’ve got I’m going to reach my own cunt? You maybe, you’re a little lizard…”

“Come on, Marina, please,” she insisted. “And if you can’t do it, I’ll eat you out, and that’s that.”

I went quiet for a second. I don’t know if it was the heat, the laughter, or that I’d spent the whole afternoon holding myself back, but that line sent a tingle through my stomach that I hadn’t expected.

“No, no,” I said, acting casual. “He can because in the end he’s got it like a pole, that gives him distance. We have to bend ourselves in half, it’s not the same.”

“Come on, please, look at my face,” she said, and squeezed her cunt over her thong, putting on a pout.

“Oh, God…” I laughed. “Fine, might as well try.”

***

I don’t know how she convinced me, but we ended up going for it. At first we tried it exactly like the guy in the video, both at once, each doing her own thing, and there was no way in hell. We could barely get within an inch, red from the effort, dying of laughter, rolling around on the mattress like two idiots.

“This is impossible,” I said, out of breath. “We do it in turns, one watches and the other tries.”

And, of course, the exciting part was that I’d start. Noa sat beside me, leaning against the headboard, ready to give me a hand. I lay on my back, pulled my knees up to my chest and started rolling backward, bending myself little by little.

She positioned herself over my legs and started pushing, forcing me to lower further. I grabbed my feet behind my head, pulling with everything I had, and suddenly I felt my cunt right there, a breath away from my mouth.

The effort was brutal. I could feel the blood pounding in my head, my thighs trembling from the stretch, my back protesting in an impossible position. But I was so close I wasn’t about to give up.

I stuck out my tongue. Just the tip brushed my clit.

It was such a strange sensation, completely different from using my fingers. It was me giving myself pleasure, but as if I were someone else, a strange tongue on my own skin. My breath caught and a real moan slipped out of me, impossible to fake away.

“You did it!” Noa shrieked, freaking out. “Marina, you touched it!”

The problem was that, in her excitement, she stopped pushing. She just stood there staring at me, as mesmerized by what she was seeing as I was by what I was feeling, and my legs slipped away from me all at once.

“Keep going, keep going, don’t stop pushing,” I begged her, my voice shaking.

***

I tried again, and again, each time holding it a little higher, a little deeper. Noa never looked away, fascinated, repeating in my ear that I shouldn’t stop, that I almost had it. Between the two of us, we’d turned a stupid joke into some kind of absurd, delicious challenge neither of us was willing to leave unfinished.

We got the hang of it by insisting. We discovered the key was for the other one to keep a steady force on the lower back, without getting distracted, while one concentrated on stretching her neck just enough. Once we understood that, nothing could stop us.

I managed it several more times, licking myself slowly, discovering my own taste, my own rhythm, with Noa pressed against my ear cheering me on like I was doing an extreme sport. Then we switched. It was her turn, and with her flexibility she made it on the first try, and it was my turn to push and look up close at everything I’d been shaving before.

We came at the same time, each of us bent over herself, sucking our own cunts in parallel, staring into each other’s eyes between our legs and holding in our laughter and our moans in equal measure. We didn’t touch each other, and we didn’t need to. The turn-on was right there, in doing together something we’d never imagined our bodies could do.

When we collapsed onto the mattress, sweaty and exhausted, we lay there in silence for a while, smiling up at the ceiling.

“We can’t tell anyone about this,” she said at last.

“No one,” I confirmed, my heart still racing.

Without exaggerating, it’s still one of the best experiences of my life. A hot afternoon, a friend, a stupid internet video and two bodies willing to try anything. I don’t think it will ever happen again, and that’s exactly why I keep it like a treasure. I hope you enjoyed this little story as much as I enjoyed living it.