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The Taste Test 1

The Taste Test 1

by cameraguy2
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You know how people talk about which wine to serve with what food - like having a white wine to go with light pasta, chicken, turkey and seafood dishes, red wine to go with beef, red-sauce pasta and the like. What about Rosè? So I put the question to some male friends of mine, who quite frankly thought I was nuts, but agreed to play along and chose Beer as their refreshment of choice - if they had to choose. Clearly, not in the spirit of the game, I rephrased the question. What is/are the best wines to go with the flavors of a woman's pussy? To these experienced, but unrefined ruffians, it was a dumb question and begged no answer whatsoever. What I received was laughter. I wondered if I should ask a few lesbians, since the men seemed uncooperative, but decided against that idea since I believed they would think my survey was not exactly serious or scientific. Sure, it was neither, yet I still wanted to know.

I continued, "Guys, what if I found a willing hostess who would allow you the honor of licking her pussy for one minute each after tasting each of sample white wines, the RosΓ© and the red wine, then you mark on your scorecards as to which wine brought out the natural flavors of pussy to your tastes. Who knows? Maybe we can do a reverse experiment and find some women to taste test our cocks with different wines to see how results compare. And because we're greedy, we'll allow them two minutes each to taste our cocks after tasting the various wines. Anybody up for that? It took several minutes for the laughter and raucous comments to quell.

I decided that if we're going to do this, I'd better lay out some ground rules for the experiment:

One: Pouring the wine onto or into the pussy and licking it all off is not allowed as that could lead to potential yeast infections. We want to be able to say that no one was harmed in these experiments. Besides, we all have had experiences with drunken pussy that ended badly. Let's not have any of that.

Two: Probing the neck of the wine bottles into the pussy should never enter anyone's mind. This is a very dangerous practice and will not be part of this experiment. Save that sort of thing for your tools much more adapted and designed for that purpose.

Three: No extra probing with the fingers during your taste testing. I'm sure they might ask you to do it for them, but again, not part of the experiment.

Four: This is a taste test for pussy only, not for regions of her body located lower - you know what I mean. Rim jobs would have a different flavor and would spoil the scientific results of pussy tasting.

Five: One last thing - this is a blind test, which means that you will be behind a curtain, and no one will be monitoring your actions. Gentlemen, you will at all times, keep your cock in your pants. This offense will not be tolerated and is not authorized. This isn't a free-for-all. You will be totally on your honor to perform the experiments, and you will be timed while inside the sampling booth.

The procedural set-up will be as follows: Our female volunteers will be nude from the waist and open for you as she lies, blindfolded on the bed. At this point, we're not decided if she should be bound at the wrists for safety. The only safety concern is that her legs may close about your heads while you perform your taste tests. Three glasses will be provided and will contain a sample of white, rosΓ© and red wines along with a bottle of filtered water to cleanse the palate after each tasting.

After each tasting, you will record your findings on the multiple-choice questionnaire on the clipboard with the pencil provided. Do not write your name on the forms. We are interested only in your pussy flavor findings. You are allowed five-minutes to complete your test. That time will include one minute for each of three tasting's - sample the wine, then taste the pussy. A bell will sound in one-minute intervals. The remaining two minutes are to be used in cleansing your mouth with plain water between tasting's and in recording your results on the form. At the sound of the final bell, your time will be over, so please exit the sampling booth promptly. Your forms will be collected by our staff.

There was one more thing that was added by the Sex Institute as part of the joint financial grant between themselves and the Napa Valley wine grower sponsors. At least one woman should be included in the taste testing so as not to show gender bias. It was a pretty healthy grant to finance this barroom idea project, but one of the guys knew a weird biology professor who would supervise the project and wrote the formalized papers and financial grant proposals. Everybody laughed when the research grant acceptance letters and checks came in. The game was on.

Finally, all the arrangements were made. There were three males and three females who agreed to the taste testing as well as six females who agreed to be tasted. They were to be freshly bathed with no commercial perfumes or scents - only those that nature provided. These would be taken in shifts. The three men would perform the experiment on the first day and three women would perform the experiment the next day. They would also not be allowed to be wearing perfumes or scents. The subject women would have no idea as to whether they were being tasted by men or women and the same rules applied.

Taste Test - Day One:

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The project began and ended as it had been proposed without incident. The men were all satisfied and reported to the office, one by one, to collect their volunteer cash payments from the grant fund. As they left the research area, one turns to the rest and says, "So much for the wine tasting. I'm horny as hell and I need a beer. Got some fresh cash in hand and time to spare. Wanna meet at Sal's Saloon and play some pool?" The other guys concluded that since they had all experienced the taste testing, it might be interesting to compare notes over a few beers, a rare-cooked cheeseburger and some pool.

The first beer went down smooth and quick and was eagerly replaced with fresh mugs by Ginger, their waitress. The more they drank, the louder their conversation became. Ginger overheard their talking and spread their subject to the other girls waiting tables. Nobody in their right mind would believe that story. It was late Saturday afternoon and the nighttime crowd had yet to start coming in. All their set-up work was done - salt & pepper shakers filled, napkin holders full and plenty of silverware wrapped, so they decided to gather around the table with these guys and listen-in.

Ginger spoke up, "You guys really did that? And you got PAID for it?"

Stephanie added with a grin, "Where can I sign-up to volunteer as a test subject?"

Barbie complained, "Only five-minutes' worth? Huh. Hardly seems worthwhile getting undressed for. If a guy is going down on me, I'd better come twice before I even see his dick."

About that time, Sal came over. Sal was short for Sally. This was her place. Her prominent and masculine-style Navy tattoo on her right forearm signaled her sexual persuasion. "So, which wine did you guys decide goes the best with eating pussy?"

Each of the guys expressed a different choice of wine, much to Sal's disappointment. Sal laughed and said, "You guys are full of shit. Now, get back to work, girls. We've all had our fun for the day."

For the rest of the afternoon, the guys talked about the girls in their taste test. One guy got his face hugged by the thighs of his girl as he licked her. Another guy admitted that he'd gone lower and tasted his girl's asshole, too, causing her to moan softly and squirm wildly giving him an instant boner. The third guy said his girl just laid there but tasted very sweet and good no matter what wine he had sampled. "I wish I knew who she was. I'd go back for her in a New York minute. She was definitely table grade."

"What's table grade?" asked Ginger as she brought over another round.

"That's where you lay her out naked on a dining room table, lower the lights, scoot your chair up close and lay her legs over your shoulders and feast, and feast and feast until she can't stand it anymore. I had a girlfriend who was table grade. When I tied the white linen table napkin around my neck, she knew what was on my mind. Like Pavlov's dogs, she got instantly juicy, and I began to drool. Gawd, I miss her."

"What happened?"

"She moved back east to go to Graduate School."

Taste Test - Day Two:

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Overnight, the research lab had been freshened with clean bed sheets, clean towels, glasses washed and new response forms on the little tables inside each room. This test today would be ladies tasting ladies to indicate wine choices, while volunteers remained blindfolded. The ladies were all instructed, and all agreed to the terms as the test began. All were college-aged women as were the men who tested the day before - all except one older woman in her mid-30's. One look at her and it became clear she wasn't doing it for the meager pence the research department was doling out. She was well dressed and attractive. No way was this some sort of perverse, cheap thrill for her. Perhaps, she too, was curious. The research wasn't about motivations to participate, but rather the correlation between vaginal flavors versus various wine choices.

The tests were administered as the day before. The only difference was the female experience. As the older woman's time was nearly up, she took a moment to 'mark' her volunteer by leaving a small lip print in lipstick by kissing her foot near the toes so that it wouldn't easily be detected by casual observers. She marked her wine preferences on the scorecard and left the room to collect her stipend. She left the immediate area, but she didn't go very far. Since the volunteers were blindfolded, none of them saw who had pleasured them so during the experiments. She walked down the hallway of the research building where the volunteers were sure to pass-by and stood and waited.

The female volunteers walked out of the room, one by one and walked down the hallway in silence. There seemed to be a look of frustration on their faces as if something within them had gotten started and couldn't be finished properly. The older woman had a one in three chance to meet and continue what they had started in the little room with the same woman she experienced. The woman who gave her tongue non-verbal clues with her hip movements as to where her tasting efforts would be most effective for her own pleasure during the experiment. That wine business was nothing.

As the older woman looked down at the feet of the passing volunteers, she noticed the lipstick on the second girl's toes and stopped her. "Excuse me. Might I have a word?" The other girls just kept walking. "I see you have something on your toes. I know you wouldn't like to go out in public like that. Neither would I. May I remove it for you?" Without waiting for an answer, the older woman bent down and licked the young girl's toes wetly, then slowly rubbed away the lipstick print from her pedicure polished toes with her embroidered hanky. Slowly rising, she looked at the young girl directly into her crystal blue eyes and said, "Thank-you. It's a more beautiful world today." She dwelled but a second or two looking into her eyes as the young girl's heart began racing. Slowly, the older woman turned to walk away. She had only gotten a few steps away when...

"Wait. May I speak with you? Not here, but over a cup of tea? My name is Jasmine. What's yours?"

Down the road toward town and off-campus, was a little shop that tried very hard to emulate a French street bistro. The waiter brought the teapot and two demi-cups and saucers allowing the ladies to serve themselves. The two remained speechless up until then, but took in all the subtle clues of dress, demeanor and level of attraction. All the clues were there, and they were both turned-on, but had to shelter themselves from the crowd.

The young girl, Jasmine, was the first to speak as she poured tea for the older woman. "You kissed my foot twice today. Didn't you. That lipstick ruse in the hallway was just a ploy. Wasn't it?"

"Elizabeth, but you may call me Liz-beth. To answer your question, you have very pretty, feminine feet and well cared-for. Why not kiss them - to reward you for such good care? Why did you twist and moan as I kissed and licked your beautiful pussy in there today? That clearly wasn't in the wine tasting exercise instructions now, was it?"

"No, but it wasn't excluded either." Jasmine answered somewhat defiantly, as if caught cheating on an exam. She paused and took a breath. "It seemed to me that you made an extra effort to please me instead of merely clinically licking me and I took advantage of that. If that offended you, I'm sorry."

"Quite the contrary. I enjoyed every minute of it. Your pussy has a sweet taste and lovely scent. Your lips are like velvet. It was challenging to tease your little pink button, but I hoped I got my message thorough to you. I also kissed your toes so that I would know who you were when you walked out. I wondered if we might finish something special that we both started."

They shared the pot of tea and visually examined each other. Jasmine was not a lesbian, but her experience today was eye-opening. She had volunteered, that's true, but was unsure until the last moment whether or not she would actually go through with it with another female. The new semester was coming up and she needed some extra money for things until her student loan was approved for the next semester. This experience took care of both issues. The problem now -- if it was a real problem - is that she enjoyed it. What to do about that?

The question marks hidden in Jasmine's facial expressions told her what she wanted to know at that moment. Liz-beth signed the waiter's bill to put the charges on her account and added a generous gratuity. She reached into her purse and withdrew a calling card with just her name and a telephone number printed on the front and handed it to Jasmine. "I'd really like to taste you again sometime. You'd go very well with a light rose. Please call me.... soon? After all, today was just a taste test. Wasn't it?" With that, she patted Jasmine's hand with long, well-manicured fingers, smiled and walked away. Jasmine liked the way she swayed as she walked. The afternoon sunlight surrounded her like a halo as she strolled into the setting sun. This wasn't a bad thing. Was it?

~ The End?~

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