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Eating Pussy (FF, MF, oral)
by Anon NixPixer - 1993
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My name is Maureen, and I'm taking the time to write this to
help out other women who might have the same problem as myself. My
dilemma was simple. I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, whom
I adore. I also adore having my pussy eaten, and unfortunately, my
husband, who not normally a picky eater, stops one-step short of hair
pie. No matter how I cleansed myself or how much I would suck his cock,
he would simply and without further discussion refuse to slide his
tongue into my love nest. I have a very good girlfriend who loves to
give me excellent head, although I do not consider myself a lesbian and
have never gone down on her. One day, while she was munching away
between my thighs, I let it slip that Ken, my husband, had never
experimented with oral sex on me. Debbie was aghast, and she told me she
would help me formulate a plan to remedy the situation.
Debbie is a foxy, horny 24-year-old with an incredible chest
measurement of 42C. She told me that she would see if she could seduce
my husband into eating her out, and if she could, then we would know
that it is not oral sex itself that Ken objects to, but me. We set it up
so that Debbie would come over one day after I had left for an evening
class that I attend. She tried to get me to peek through a window at
the action, but I felt that I might get, jealous and try to break it up
if it got too steamy.
Actually, I was pretty sure that Debbie would not get her pussy
eaten that night. We came to an understanding that if she did get my
husband and herself too horny, they could fuck, but I didn't want to
hear about it from anyone except Ken.
The following is Debbie's version of what transpired. I left for
my class at 6:45 P.M. after kissing Ken goodnight. Debbie rang the bell
at about 8:30, innocently looking for me. Ken explained that I was out
for the evening, but invited her in to watch a football game. Debbie,
naturally, agreed to stay, and they both settled on the sofa to watch.
About halfway through the first quarter, Debbie let out an
anguished moan and started to rub her left tit through her blouse and
bra. Apologizing, she started to leave the room. Ken asked what was
wrong and she relayed a made-up story about a breast aneurysm that could
occasionally be painful. She told him that she would have to massage it
for about half an hour before the pain would subside. Ken told her to
relax, that he was super-happily married, and that she could probably
stay in the same room and massage it without fear of being attacked by
him.
She asked if he was really under control, because she would like
to remove her bra and blouse if it was safe. He told her to go ahead.
His dick started to get hard as he watched her, out of the corner of his
eye, strip off her top and massage herself. Debbie's nipple became
erect, and she occasionally stopped to tug at it in a casual, relaxed
manner. At the end of the first quarter, their conversation had resumed
and Debbie decided to make a move. She told Ken that her hand was
getting tired, but there was still a little pain, and asked if he could
rub her breast without getting too horny. Without hesitation, ken moved
over, reached around her, and began rubbing. She protested at first,
saying that he wasn't doing it correctly. Debbie explained that she
could demonstrate the proper technique on his dick, and had it out of
his pants in less than ten seconds.
Ken did protest at first, but one of her gentle penis pulls
silenced him immediately. Before too long Debbie was sucking all eight
inches of Ken's dick, and he was lying back, moaning. She casually
removed her skirt and slip, leaving her vital opening still covered by
panty hose and panties. Ken, who is no great master of control, was
about to come and told her so, so she stopped immediately, leaving him
one second short of an orgasm. She directed him to lie on the couch face
up as she lay down on top of him. First she slid her nylon-covered
thighs on each side of Ken's penis, contracting her legs around it. Ken
moaned that the nylon felt incredible around his dick. She wriggled down
his body until her breasts were on both sides of his fully erect member,
and finally moved further down for more oral activity.
By this time, Ken was facing a panty-hosed, panty-covered cunt
directly in his face. Probably out of instinct more than anything else,
Ken's tongue darted out and began licking the cotton crotch between
Debbie's legs. In his ecstasy, Ken told her that he was very
inexperienced at oral sex, but had eaten out his secretary a few times.
I had to force this information out of Debbie, but it didn't bother me
as much as I thought it would. Debbie asked him to go down on her, but
he hesitated and got up from the couch. As he walked down the hall,
Debbie figured that that was the end of their session.
To her surprise, Ken returned minutes later with a towel, ice
cream, chocolate syrup, and bananas. He spread the towel out on the
couch as he explained to her that the best way to eat cunt is in a
"pussy sundae." He proceeded to make an ice cream confection in her
vagina and ate it all, thoroughly licking the "dish" clean. Debbie
refused to tell me much more after that, leaving me to believe that they
probably ended up fucking. But even that didn't make me jealous,
probably because I was coming when she relayed the information to me.
Debbie told me the entire story while she was making and eating her own
pussy sundae, with me as the dish.
The next step was to somehow convince Ken to use me for a pussy
sundae without letting on that I had set him up with Debbie. I let a
week pass, and then put my new plan into action. When Ken came home from
work, I told him that I didn't feel quite right and my pussy had been
itching terribly all day. I told him that I had called a girlfriend who
had recommended rubbing butter on it, and I asked him if he would like
to be the one doing the rubbing. He readily agreed, and in no time I was
down on the bed, his hard fingers spreading the butter all over me.
After a few minutes, I told him that I was feeling a little bit better
but thought that peanut better would help more, due to its thicker
consistency. He not only brought back a jar of peanut butter, he also
brought a jar of strawberry jam. Ken turned me into a delicious peanut
butter, jelly, and vagina sandwich. I was in total ecstasy, and since
then I have experienced the joy of acting as a dish for a sundae,
spaghetti, salad, and corn-on-the-cob....