Lick pussy stories of a lover of wet pussies

Porn story “Vocation-lick a pussy”.

From an early youth, it seemed to me that there was nothing more beautiful than a female pussy. When we were going to see the parental porn cassette with the company, my peers enthusiastically discussed the boobs of depraved actresses, the view of the vagina scared them, or, at least, did not attract them. And I could not take his eyes off these wet, red, shaggy pag. I looked at them as an enchanted and dreamed of soon becoming an adult to find out what they tasted. All my albums (I went to art school) were filled with pencil sketches of pussies of all shapes and sizes. With and without hair, with all forms of labia, with a sticking clitoris, and with the folds in the folds. Pussy inspired me for many years. If you like to lick a pussy, stories about it, read my modest story.

Lick pussy stories of a lover of wet pussies

My muse is pussy

Outwardly, I did not stand out in any way. Ordinary, medium -sized, thin, thoughtful student of the art school. But while the bulk of the guys built their steep ones, carried in their beds and relations with girls Zonov’s concepts like “Baba Lick Wrapple”, female sundress radio worked in my favor. Girls conveyed my name from mouth to mouth. Surprised glances that were not familiar with me, they did not explain anything, just said that it was necessary to try it.

To the third course, an orgasm from my language has become a kind of dedication to the freshmen of the Bluddyl. I pouring all the pretty girls, then mediocre. At first he squeamed with terrible ones, but then it turned out that being not spoiled by male attention, they are much more responsive and grateful. Could help me with my studies, bring pies from my mother, tried to be useful.

Usually they came to my room in the hostel. For this case, I equipped a specially purchased chair with wide armrests. We chatted, drinking some simple wine, slowly moving to this chair. It was important for me that the girl jumped there herself, this is not a reception at the gynecologist. I knew how their guys were rudely fucked, so I acted from the contrary – a lot of conversations, tenderness, touch, and now she in a hurry takes off her panties, spreads her legs in front of my nose. After a session of oral sex, at a mutual desire, we could continue traditional, or limit ourselves to only licking. This was my main advantage – I did not force anyone, I did not force anything, so even those who wanted to discharge the virgins came to me, knowing that they were safe.

I did not meet anyone, I did not feel such a need. If someone’s pussy struck me with the beauty, then I myself invited the girl again. Then, in the next meeting, she posed for me. I loved to draw their pussies before and after orgasm, sometimes photographed. In order to anonymity, erotic photographs never signed, like the drawings, so my girls were calm and enthusiastically retelling to each other stories, as I licked their pussy.

Lick pussy stories of a lover of wet pussies

I liked young girls, their fresh pink pussy smelled so innocently, were so gentle, but in my soul I dreamed of the same furry adult pussy from old porn. One who herself knows what she wants, how to lick her, which will subordinate me. My most dirty thoughts were caused by a teacher in the history of foreign art. This subject has already ended, which means there were fewer obstacles. A mature woman of about forty, always perfectly dressed (unlike bohemian colleagues in sweeping hoodies and shaggy “creative” hairstyles) in strict dresses and skirts in a figure, with smoothly laid dark hair.

In the dreamy views of the female part of the teaching staff, I could read that rumors about my talents besides artistic. But this Snow Queen treated everyone evenly and never highlighted me, although she simply could not help but hear porn stories about how I licked all students.

There was no point in luring the present, because I did not begging anyone, everyone came to me themselves. So, it was necessary to make sure that she came.

I set up so that she caught me with my long-standing girlfriend-one-group, whom I told about everything. She hid her notebook so that she would return to the audience where she had just held a lesson.

We settled down so that, opening the door to the audience, the girl’s face was not visible, but only between her hips. She climbed on the desk, hung her head from the edge, spread her legs and we started. According to my estimates, after seven minutes the teacher was supposed to return. Hearing her heels in the corridor, I gave a sign to a girlfriend who, from my movements, began to “swim” with her tongue, squeezing her hip. She groaned more actively and louder, the door to the office opened.

Everything went as I plan. The taken aback of the woman looked at the picture that had opened. Not for a second, not looking off from the matter, I looked meaningfully in her eyes. Continuing to lick (the girl played along with me as it should, moaned, appealed to God, called my mother), took a notebook from the table, which specially laid it closer, and handed it to the teacher. She quickly came to her senses, came up, took a notebook from my hands, quietly thanked, and went out without losing dignity. As soon as the door closed behind her, my girlfriend according to the script began to “finish”, so that the Snow Queen was still more groans in the back.

Two days have passed. A few more times we met in the corridors of the school, where I greeted, meaningfully lick my lips.

Two days later, I received a note with the hotel address and room number.

Pussy kiss – story

I came with flowers, sweets and champagne, as it should be. For the first time in many years, I was excited before meeting with a woman, this cannot even be compared with a date blind on a dating site. She opened the door in the hotel room on the outskirts of the city where no one knew us.

She was dressed as always amazing, in everything black, like an Italian widow. I opened champagne, we started easy communication. It was felt that she was also worried. How is it, an adult intelligent woman wanted a minor pussy … So, men do not satisfy. Even such a snow queen is ashamed to admit to this.

With all my behavior, I let her know that we are adults and there is nothing to be ashamed, that her pussy today is the most desired thing for me. It’s funny that I felt like a boy anyway next to her. This is what the leadership charisma that she possessed means. I anticipated how she would begin to lead the process. I was wondering how she would show the initiative.

Lick pussy stories of a lover of wet pussies

And the teacher did not deceive my expectations. “I heard that you are a master,” she sipped champagne. “You seem to have even seen,” I confirmed boldly. Finally she was tired of clamping and began the show, which I dreamed about. She walked around the room and sat in a hotel chair, not as luxurious as mine, but would fit.

“Then prove! – she ordered the imperative tone, – Start with shoes, and look do not stain my stockings!”.

Like a dog lowered from a chain, I rushed to her feet. Such porn only in my story about pussy could be … carefully processing the heels of her shoes carefully, I advanced higher, putting her slender legs in black stockings. Finally, a triangle of red satin panties appeared in front of me.

– Take a knife in my bag and cut!

Oh, my lady, anything for you. So Madame turned out to be a fetishist. In one jump, I pulled a folding beautiful knife out of her bag and put it between her legs. From the touch of cold steel, she shuddered. Two movements and panties already hung on the blades of the knife. She went down on an armchair lower and closer to my face. Finally I opened the desired look.

Neatly trimmed black hair covered the entire pussy. There was a small thin scar near the entrance to the vagina, did she really give birth? Inside, everything was created for lizaniya. Smooth dark pink lips, large good clit. As soon as I buried my face in this tart smelling dream, to which the woman reacted immediately:

– Do not rush! I love slower!

How could I forget, now there is a guide above me! Very slowly, with all my skill, I drove through each fold, I outlined the clitoris along the contour, bringing it to exhaustion. Then, with a soft tongue, it was widely moved from the anus up, wetting the pussy with juices.

In my history of pussy, it has never been so sensual, perfectly created for oral caresses of pussy. I received a reaction for my every movement. She clung to me stronger when she liked it, or threw her legs on my shoulders. If the experiences became too bright, clamped the legs together.

We both knew how important it is not to end ahead of time, when you can tolerate and really powerfully discharge. And both slightly delayed the moment of the first orgasm. But when I began to suck her swollen clitoris, there was nowhere to retreat. By her breath and rhythmic pelvis movements, I realized that everything will happen now.

She clung to the armrest with one hand, and launched the other into my hair, squeezing me into the crotch even harder.

Lick pussy stories of a lover of wet pussies

-Ahhh, mom, how good! God, how good, yes!

At that moment, she was no different from my freshmen. I barely managed to lick her discharge, and decided to crank my favorite trick. She still experienced an orgasm when I introduced two fingers into it and began to smooth the wall of the vagina. Inside, everything was wet and hot, but not slaughtered, as after ordinary sex, but in good shape. On the front wall, I easily found a small tubercle and began to massage it gently.

The only ending teacher tried to look at me, but her gaze was absolutely defocated, and she began to fly away again. A minute of such a massage and she was ready to finish again, but she still did not know that she was waiting.

While the fingers were inside, I did not leave the clitoris at rest: with my tongue I also moved it rhythmically along it. I felt a new taste mixed with its discharge, which means that I did everything right and strengthened the pressure.

She tried to get her hips, pull away from me, but it was already too late. From the depths of her bosom, under the leadership of my hands, a stream shot from her, hitting my chin. I opened my mouth and began to eagerly catch salted spray.

After she stopped being in convulsions, we both lit a cigarette. She was silent for a long time, apparently experiencing what had happened. But in the end, we talked until the morning, and it turned out that she was not kissed there for a long time, and when she saw me personally in business, she could not survive the fact that life was coming, and pleasure passed by.

Of course, the next time I invited her to me, took several photos and drawings of her pussy. They became the decoration of my collection for many years.

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