Cunnilingus. Pussy licking. Eating out. Muff diving. Whatever you call it, it is a wonderful experience to be on the receiving end of. But what is it like to be the cunnilinguist? Sure, a lot of sex stories talk about it. And a lot of you guys (And gals!) out there have licked pussy before. But I thought it would be fun to write a story with just the juicy parts...pun intended! No beginning, no end really, just a nice narrative from the point of view of the pussy licker. Although this is not an actual true story, it is gathered from bits and pieces of my memory from the many cunts I have licked over the years. Enjoy!
Miranda
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She looked beautiful, sitting on the red velvet sofa. Long blond hair, voluptious figure, large real tits, and long legs. She was wearing a button down blue tank dress. Her bare arms looked tan. She had bright red lipstick on, and dangling gold hoop earings. Sitting on the floor by her feet, I could see that she had on sheer white stockings. I had no idea what she was wearing under her dress yet, but I intended to find out soon enough.
It is not important how we met, or how we got into this situation. Sitting in her large living room, the only thing that mattered was what was about to happen. She had never had a lesbian experience before...but Rosalita was curious. Very curious. And I intended to satisfy her curiousity. "How different can it be, recieving oral sex from a woman instead of from my husband?" she might have been thinking. Rosalita, Rosalita...you have no idea what you've been missing.
Sitting on the floor between her legs, I massaged her feet. I was so hungry to taste her pussy, but she needed time to get over the initial shock of her first sexual encouter with another woman. Her hair was all messed up from our make-out session a few minutes before. She had never kissed another woman on the lips until earlier this afternoon, and I think she had liked it a lot, judging by how firmly she had kissed me back. At first she was a little shy, letting me make all the moves, but when my tongue had finally touched her tongue, she just melted, and embraced me as she eagerly Frenched kissed my mouth.
I realized that we hadn't even exposed each others skin yet, so I decided to introduce her to the pleasures of two naked female bodies together before I got to her juicy pussy. I reached under her dress and found the top of her stockings. First I unrolled the left stocking...I slowly peeled it down her leg. I repeated the process on her right leg. My head was buried under her dress...I could see she was wearing pink panties. Nice and feminine. I could smell her arousel...
I slowly kissed and rubbed her feet before returning to her side on the sofa. We sat down next to each other.
"How are you feeling, Rosalita?" I asked.
"Horny!" she answered.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I queried.
"YES! Yes, Miranda. I have fantasized about being with another woman sexually for so long now. I am very eager to experience this." As if to emphasize her point, she kissed my lips passionatly and stuck her hand under my white t-shirt. I realized that this was the first time she had felt another woman up.
"Do you like feeling my breasts, Rosalita?" I asked, breathing hard as she burshed my nipple through my black lacy bra.
"Yes, I want to feel skin."
"The clasp is in back." I lifted my shirt over my head to make it easier for her to undo my bra. As I tossed my shirt across the room, she reached around my back and undid the clasp. My breasts heaved out into the open, and I let her look and touch. I enjoyed the look on her face as she touched her first pair of breasts besides her own.
"Not as large as your's, Rosalita, but I think you'll enjoy them anyway!" I joked. She felt me up eagerly, getting a rise out of my nipples. She explored every square inch of my breasts with her fingertips, rubbing under my arms, squeezing my breasts together, and eventually tasting them with her hungry red lips.
I made her pause for a minute so she could undress. I wanted to see her naked. I wanted her to experience the feeling of having another woman lustily looking at her body.
She was not shy at first as she removed her dress. Standing in her pink bra and panties, she was no more exposed to my stares as she would have been in a bikini on the beach. But she hesitated before removing her bra; she knew another woman would be staring at her breasts with hunger. This was not like in a locker room after working out, she might have been thinking. This was stripping as foreplay...with another member of the same sex!
I smiled and told her it was O.K. She got over her initial shyness quickly, and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She looked into my eyes.