Elizabeth is a big, beautiful woman who sometimes doubts the second "B" in that expression. Although I assure her every time I call on her, and on the telephone in between those times, she still sometimes thinks of herself as being just a fat woman. Fashion designers and others in that industry might think so too, but they are probably mostly gay, so what do they know. As far as I am concerned, she is built the way a woman should be built.
A few days ago she was in need of my reassurance when I went to call on her. Elizabeth was wearing a bathrobe and it was tightly wrapped around her big, sexy breasts and ass. Her hair, which she tells me is called “Tropical Sunset”, was down, and hanging halfway down her back. She has a pretty face with a very fair complexion, dark green eyes and a spattering of freckles. Besides her face, she has freckles scattered all over body and I tell her that I think they add to her beauty and charm. After we had hugged and kissed hello, she turned around and asked me "Does this robe make my ass look fat?"
"Elizabeth, that robe makes your ass look big and beautiful, just like I know it is. You are a very sexy lady, and coming from me that means something. There are some men who might say you're fat, but they don't know what is really beautiful, the way I do and most other straight men do."
She smiled then, feeling a little better and unfastened and opened her robe, showing off her, lovely breasts with their big nipples that I know are highly sensitive. "You might say you think I'm beautiful, but come into the bedroom with me and prove it." Eagerly, I followed her, removing my shirt on the way.
Once in the bedroom, Elizabeth dropped her robe on the floor and lay, smiling, on her bed. Her head was propped up on some pillows and she held her arms out to me in an invitation. After my shirt and shoes joined her robe on the floor, I answered that invitation, and lay next to her. One arm was around her with the other hand cupping her lovely breast that was waiting for my mouth. Before kissing her nipple, I kissed her lips, and then her eyes and down her throat. By the time I reached her nipples, Elizabeth was murmuring happily, and she was even happier when I started licking her there.
As I licked with broad strokes, I was happy also because her nipples feel almost as good to my tongue as my tongue feels to them. I enjoy both her firm nipples, and both deserve my attention so I switched from one to the other, licking first with broad strokes and then with short jabs of the tip of my tongue. Elizabeth purred happily as I switched back and forth, from one of her lovely twins to the other. Hopefully, she was convinced that she is indeed beautiful.
She placed her hands under her breasts, offering them to me and said “Okay, George. I will admit that you think my boobies are pretty enough to lick but do you think they are pretty enough to suck?” A rhetorical question, of course, and I didn’t answer, except to pull one of her succulent mounds into my mouth and start licking the nipple and tracing the areola while I sucked on the luscious flesh. My lips formed a seal as my mouth expressed unspoken adoration of Elizabeth’s breasts. Not just one of them, of course, because the twins are equally lovely, so my mouth moved back and forth between them. While I was sucking these two lovely mounds, since Elizabeth was holding them in place for me and my hands were free, I removed my pants and underwear so we were both equally naked.
“Allright, George,” Elizabeth panted to me. “I guess you do like my boobies. But what about my cootie? You have been ignoring her.” What most women would call their “pussies”, Elizabeth calls her “cootie”, but I had no problem understanding what she meant. Since actions speak louder than words, I didn’t say anything, just started licking my way down Elizabeth’s soft belly toward her reddish-brown pubic hair. When I reached that target, I looked up and saw her smiling at me. Smiling even more, she took one pillow from under her head and handed it to me, while she snuggled her head into the other.
With the pillow in my hand, I got off the bed and went around to the foot, where I got back on between Elizabeth’s spread legs. While I knelt there, she raised her large and lovely ass off the bed and I slipped the pillow under her and she settled back down, her legs raised and her adorable pink pussy presented to me. I positioned my shoulders against the underside of her thighs, wrapped my arms around them and leaned forward to enjoy the fragrance of Elizabeth’s delightful pussy. “How long do you think it’ll take you to cum today?” I asked her. The first time I ate Elizabeth’s pussy she told me it was very difficult for her to cum from oral sex, but after just over an hour, very pleasurable for both of us, of my face buried in her crotch, Elizabeth came, big-time. She was amazed that I had been willing and able to spend that much time eating her cootie but I had enjoyed every minute of it, and I always want my lady friends to enjoy making love with me.
“As long as we need,” she answered.
That sounded good to me because the longer I spend eating Elizabeth’s pussy, the more I like it. As always, I started by savoring the taste of fresh juices from her pussy and after that, I slowly worked my way along her outer pussy lip. My tongue traveled slowly, up the surface, enjoying the smooth, moistness, until I reached the point where her outer and inner labia are close together. After that, I licked her inner lip from where it started and then between the two, probing the seam with my tongue and licking both surfaces. Elizabeth’s pussy felt really great to my mouth and I must have felt good to her too because I could hear her cooing her pleasure and her pussy was humping into my face. “I really love that, George,” she said. “I love the way you eat my pussy. Keep doing that. It may take a long time, but I know you will make me cum.”
When I reached the end of her inner lip, where it combines with her other inner lip to form her clit hood, I kept my tongue moving slowly up the outer lip until I reached its end. Her mons is part of Elizabeth’s pussy so I licked her there, feeling the soft pubic hair that tickled my tongue. Usually, I avoid a woman’s clit and clit hood until after I have spent a lot of time eating her pussy but on this occasion, after I licked the top of her hood, I curled my tongue under to briefly caress the adorable clit that is protected there. Contact with this sweetest of sweet spots caused Elizabeth to start fucking her pussy into my face harder, and caused more fragrant juice to spurt from her love hole. After enjoying the nectar from her pussy, I started licking the other outer pussy lip.
This lip and its inner mate deserved and received the same treatment as the other labia, except this time, when my tongue caressed Elizabeth’s clit, I continued for a longer time, enjoying the feel of its engorged sides and top. When Elizabeth was ready to cum, I would be sucking this sweet charmer, and licking it a lot more but that was still some time off. Although she would cum sooner that she did the first time with me, I still spend a long time eating Elizabeth’s pussy, longer than I spend with most women. That is by no means a complaint, because I always enjoy taking a long time eating pussies and I relish every second, every kiss and every stroke of my tongue. Elizabeth feels the same way. “Oooo, God, George, that is wonderful. You really know what my cootie likes,” she said.
After pleasuring my tongue and her clit, I moved back down to feel Elizabeth’s pussy fucking harder into my face and to taste the fresh juices that she had produced. They were delicious, as expected, and after licking them from her pink love hole, I brought my tongue down below that delightful orifice and probed the rim and just below. Next, I slowly and firmly licked along first one side and then the other of this adorable place, feeling and tasting the delectable juices dripping out onto my tongue. I sneaked a peek at Elizabeth, and I saw her head and shoulders squirming luxuriously into her pillow, enraptured by what I was doing. She was a very pleasant sight, almost as pleasant as the feel of her pussy fucking my face or the sound of her cooing that was starting to turn to moans of pleasure. Eating a pussy, especially Elizabeth’s, is a treat for all my senses but the best parts were the Heavenly aroma and the flavor of the juices that were dripping out of her for me to relish. “Keep eating my cootie,” she begged. “I want to cum really big today.”
Elizabeth would cum, and really big; I was confident of that, but not until my mouth and her pussy had pleasured one another for a long time yet. I licked the area where I had been before, between one pair of her inner and outer pussy lips, all the way to her mons, and when I reached that point, I again caressed her clit hood with my tongue. Next I licked the other pair of lips, and this time, after I had reached her mons and massaged her clit hood, I curled my tongue underneath to again massage the adorable love toy that was hiding there. “In a little while,” I thought at Elizabeth’s clit “I will be sucking and licking you at the same time but, for now, I will just lick you.” Although her clit didn’t answer my thoughts, the rest of her pussy did, by fucking even harder into my face. Her pussy also kept producing her delicious juices and I continued enjoying them.
After my tongue had finished its second tour of Elizabeth’s pussy lips, I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I did not think “It’s about time”, because I was really enjoying myself. Elizabeth was too; her pussy was jamming into my face and producing a steady stream of delicious juices. Her moans were ending in whimpers and her ass was rocking back and forth on the bed as it does when she gets close to cumming. Although I was in no hurry, and neither was she, I believed it was almost time to concentrate on her clit.
