I love to eat pussy. Ever since my first experience, I have loved it. I had the pleasure of having a pussy eating expert my first go around. Much like my wife was trained to suck cock, I was trained to eat pussy. My wife was bi when we met. She had actually had about half a dozen lesbian experiences on her own before we met, which is to say no pressure from boyfriends—I know how that goes. Of course, she could just be saying it, but she says I give her head at least as well as her female lovers and better than her male lovers. Whether she means this truly, I will presume yes. Don’t burst my bubble, eh.
I love the scent of a pussy. I love the taste, the texture, the sight—well, that might be a given. I prefer a pussy to be shaven—nothing to hide those soft folds—, but there is nothing wrong with a nice bush either. These things being said, I have had the displeasure of seeing an absolutely ugly pussy, and it tasted sour, too. Yuck! I think it was due to her bad diet. First, she was overweight, so her pussy was just rolls of fat. She had no clit to speak of, and she tasted bad. To tell you the truth, she warned me that other guys had said that, but I figured they just didn’t like to eat pussy, and that was an easy stock phrase. Well, they were right.
My wife said she didn’t notice anything particular unique among pussies, but it is not true that if you’ve seen one pussy , you have seen them all. Sampling porno mags and vids, if you don’t have access to a variety of real women bears this out. Some women have a higher rising slit than others, some have more prominent labia minora—those luscious inner lips—, and clits some in all sorts of shapes and sizes. I know I have seen from as small as the one on the ugly pussy to the clit of my first wife, which was like a mini penis. It was actually pretty easy to suck on.
Then comes sensitivity. My first wife had some a sensitive clit, she wouldn’t let me near it, lest she go through the roof. When it came to oral sex for her, I had to stay around the inner lips, sucking them into my mouth and licking between the folds where they joined the outer lips. I could only circle her clit. The other thing about her is that it took her a half an hour to reach orgasm almost every time—not that I was complaining. Kristen was the type of girl who also needed to have something going in and out of her cunt while she was being eaten. This was usually three or four fingers curled inside her. Most of the other women I have eaten seem to be more distracted by something in their pussies unless it is motionless.
My current wife—no, she is not looking over my shoulder asking me to type nice things—has a spectacular pussy—suitable for framing, if you will. Aesthetically, it has a perfect shape—a model pussy. She doesn’t have those roast beefy labia that protrude beyond her outer lips. And while, I did enjoy my one experience with those lips, I don’t agree with her assessment that those lips are unattractive.
It looks as though I am rambling on again with no end in sight. I guess I will just end with a comment on sixty-nine. Not only does my wife have a beautiful pussy—and her gynecologist said she was built for sex—, she is the perfect partner for sixty-nine. I had tried sixty-nine with several women, and always with less than expected results. Once she and I got together, I saw what all the raving was about. Though, despite years of trying—on and off—,we have never quite managed the mutual orgasm—but we did get within 5 or 10 seconds a couple of times. There is nothing quite like receiving an orgasm at the same time you are delivering one—a connexion at a spiritual level, but I am not going to get in to the Tantra quite yet.