Woman Finding out how she tasted

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Woman Finding out how she tastedWhen I was a second semester freshman in college I got lucky at a fraternity party. I met this other freshman gal named Carrie. Carrie was a cute BBW with chestnut brown hair. We danced (if you could call it that). Back in ’96, we called it “bump ‘n grind.” We started kissing on the dance floor and Carrie came back to my dorm room. I had already popped my BBW cherry first semester with a gal named Angie. So I knew I liked their figures and that I could have a lot of fun with them. Carrie was no exception! I remember we did a lot more kissing on my bed before we disrobed. She seemed shy and I was enjoying taking it slow anyway so there was nothing wrong with this. As the weather in Wisconsin was finally warming up, Carrie had worn a dress. She had one of those BBW figures you could imagine that looked particularly fetching in a dress. This dress had a zipper down thee rear upper half and after probably half an hour of kissing I dared o start to unzip it. Carrie assisted, and coyly said, “Well, I guess this is why you have to eventually leave the frat party.” I thought it was a provocative thing for her to say so I responded, “I know, I want these (her breasts) all to myself.” Her fingers reached to the rear of her bra, and she unhooked it revealing two large breasts with pinkish red aureolas and nipples. What you would call silver dollar aureolas and quite breathtaking. “Mmmmmm,” I quipped, “I thought they’d be this beautiful.” I took my own shirt off at this point, and started licking and sucking her breasts. Her dress half way on and half way off, I k**ded, “This dress can’t be very comfortable at this point.” Carrie gave me a cute all-knowing smirk and said “I had a feeling you weren’t going to be satisfied with just my top.” Generously, Carrie allowed me to take her dress over her head. So now she’s only in underwear. Sexy black silk (or polyester) panties. A large triangle of fabric tightly stretched across her ample hips. Feeling overdressed I start removing my belt and pants and offered up a line I used way too many times my freshman year, “Let’s get some equal representation going on in here.” Carrie laughed and did not object to my getting down to my own briefs. At this point I start rubbing over her panties. Her pussy is hot and I could already feel moisture through the silk or polyester. Carrie responds with soft moaning and a friendly reciprocation of her hand over my erect penis beneath my underwear. I got the impression that as good as it felt for both of us we both wanted more and that we each wanted out of the last vestiges of humility – our underwear. I laid Carrie down and seeing where this was going spread her ample thighs for me and once I started tugging her panties off breezily remarked, “Here goes my muğla escort panties.” “Don’t worry,” I countered, “My panties are coming off too.” I then took off my own underwear revealing my erection to an eyebrow raised Carrie’s, “Hmmm, nice.” It was my turn to pay genital tribute which wasn’t hard to do. “Actually, this [rubbing her bare vagina] is nice.” Her pussy really was quite nice. Shaving had not really come ‘in’ yet (at least at my college) and Carrie had a beautiful chestnut brown bush that matched her upper hair color perfectly. It appeared as though she kept the length G-d had given her. Nice strips of pubic hair along her labia majora but not out-of-control. I wouldn’t have cared if it was “out of control,” but it just seemed like nature gave her all that she needed – and no more – to protect her pink jewels beneath. Speaking of her pink jewels, her clit and labia minora were the pinkish red shade of her nipples and just gorgeous. A nice pronounced clit, long, accommodating opening and what I construed in my mind then as ‘strong lips.’ They just seemed that way. They weren’t meaty, per se, but they just had that look like they could stand up to my cock, really grip it if I were so lucky as to be able to have sex with her.”Why thank you,” Carrie responded to my earlier compliment. Call it wishful thinking, but I took this as an invitation to start licking her pussy. She had no qualms about this and instantly got into it. Her soft moans grew louder as I licked and rolled her clit and licked along the entire length of her opening. She was also visibly creamy down there which turned me on tremendously. As Carrie got more and more stimulated, her vagina smelled more and more robust. The less experienced, more judgmental guys out there would probably say she “smelled bad,” but already a seasoned addict of cunnilingus I would characterize it as extremely musky just brimming with pheromones. But it was one of the more powerful smelling vaginas I had experienced at that point. This was not, however, a bad thing. As for the taste, again, the less imbued I could see as disliking it, but I found it exotic. It had the slightest fishy taste, but a lot of saltiness like the taste of sweat when a drop of your own perspiration enters your mouth. Very powerful, but by no means foul. I go to these great lengths to describe this for reasons that will follow.Positionally, I am on my back with Carrie’s wide yet heavenly right thigh straddling my narrow torso. She is on her back as I lovingly perform cunnilingus on her fragrant, and sharp-tasting vagina. My cock is conveniently near Carrie’s right hand and no exception to past experience, she starts jerking me off. As was my normal thought process, I figured for just meeting this eskişehir escort woman this night, if she were to get me off with a hand job, it wouldn’t be a disappointment. Whatever other experience Carrie did or did not have, it was clear I wasn’t the first guy she’d jerked off and if she wanted to she could easily have brought me to orgasm that way. Carrie, however, had other ideas.”I know this is cliche,” she giggled, “but should we do some post-frat party 69-ing?” Hugely impressed and turned on by the fact that Carrie considered 69-ing after a fraternity party “cliche,” I said, “Sure,” but I did not make the first move. I had a feeling that if she just wanted to 69, she could have easily turned her head to start blowing me on her side. I figured the reason she articulated this was because she wanted to ‘sit on my face,’ but wanted to make sure I was alright with it. To me, there is nothing like having a BBW’s ass hovering over your face with her upside down hairy pussy in your mouth. As hoped, Carrie turned around (revealing her lovely round ass), hoist her right leg over my torso, and knee-walk backwards placing her creamy, musky pussy about one inch above my eager tongue. As she scooted back she cutely wiggled her ample ass. I was so turned on by this gesture that I sighed, “Ohhh, your ass is so gorgeous.” “Yeah, I could tell you liked it. I only go back with guys that I can tell dig it.”I resume licking her clit and labia. I even start groping and spreading her ass cheeks revealing Carrie’s tight, pinkish brown anus. I literally kiss her ass as I go to town, and Carrie goes to town on me. About four quick jerks with her hand and then her mouth glided down the length of my cock. Her hands now things of the past, she’s giving me the definition of head. After her “cliche post-fraat party 69-ing” comment I figure this is how I’m going to get off, and I couldn’t be happier … or so I thought. “Uggghhhhh,” Carrie groans, “I swear this is not ‘cliche’ for me, but could we have sex?” I pause from licking her pussy to say, “Neither 69-ing nor intercourse after a frat party is cliche for me, but I’d love to do both with you.” Since we were 69-ing with Carrie on top, it just sort of seemed convenient to start off in doggy-style. With my hands already on Carrie’s hips, I guided her forward, and got on my knees. Taking my cue, Carrie spread her ass cheeks with her fingers and I swear I saw her strong lips unfurl to reveal her extremely accessible pink vaginal opening. I teased her hole with my glans just putting the tip in. Carrie was having none of that and backed her large ass into my abdomen taking all of my length into her pussy. Her strong pinkish red lips made a beautiful fuckring around my cock and as I thrusted gaziantep escort I was even able to feel some of those lovely pussy hairs glide along my shaft. Doggy style was awesome with those wide hips encased in my hands and that soft, big ass of hers enveloping my torso. I could have easily cum from that position alone, but, selflessly, I wanted to give her more and, selfishly, I wanted to experience more. Doggy turned into spoon with her leg elevated. This allowed me to play with her pubic hair and rub her clitorus. At this point, she declared, “Oooooh, I’m cumming.” Switching into missionary without withdrawing my penis, Carrie intoned, “Impressive.” After 5 minutes she came again, and I was not long thereafter. Carrie had one of those pussies that I could cum on cue from. Taking 5 slow strokes in just the right angle I passed the point of no return. I left my penis inside of her savoring the orgasm for as long as I could prior to ejaculating. I proved this when as I pulled out, no less than one second later, my cock started twitching, hands free, and spewing jets of semen on Carrie’s mammoth breasts, soft, round belly, and chestnut pubic hair. Carrie then did something that I shortly thereafter learned she had never done before. She leaned her head forward and took my still oozing cock in her mouth. She had wanted to taste my semen, but she ended up tasting her own vagina. There are times when a person is embarrassed and rather than remain quiet with others completely aloof to the humiliating situation, she or he overdiscloses. This was one such example.”Blech, how could you go down on me for 45 minutes. I’m so embarrassed. I taste nasty.”Of course, I quickly respond reassuring her, “No, trust me. You taste delicious.”Unconvinced, Carrie presses on, “how could you tell. You already told me that you don’t ordinarily 69 after frat parties.”Without giving her numbers (so as not to disclose how much of a man-whore I really was), I told her, “Between high school and freshman year I’ve been fortunate enough to go down on enough women to know when a vagina tastes good or bad. You have a robust taste, but that’s not a bad thing. I prefer your flavor to a woman who tastes like nothing at all any day.””Uggghhhh,” she responds.”Alright, maybe that was too much information, but trust me, you taste awesome. You can 69 after frat parties every weekend without fear. Barring that, you’d better let at least little old me go down on you again.””At this point you might taste yourself.”I laughed and said, “Nope, I let it all out outside, if you couldn’t tell [pointing to the still fresh cum splattered across her body.””Yeah, you did!” she laughed and gathered my semen on her fingertips licking it off as I went down on her now swollen vagina. My nose and mouth may have come a little closer to the jizz I let on her pubic hair, but this was prove-up time. I had to restore her self-confidence in the taste of her pussy. By the time she gathered and licked up all of the cum on her body and bush she had a third orgasm from my oral and her confidence was fully restored.

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