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The Art of Eating Pussy and the joys of crushed ice
The Art of Eating Pussy and the joys of crushed ice
There are givers and takers in the bedrooms. My very first sexual experience was as a giver. I didn't realize it, at the time, but going down is one of life's most beautiful things.
Two virgins parked in the woods. We had been making out for some time and we were both on fire. We had been at this point before, and relished in the kissing, touching, and cuddling. I had condoms, just in case, at her urging I pulled one out.
But a stupid thing occurred to me... and I don't know why.... but I honestly didn't want to take her virginity in my car. It seemed to precious a gift to waste like that. I thought it should be savored and enjoyed for the rarity that it is.
So.. instead of that I got down and started licking away on her pussy. Her bush was beautiful, and her pussy was pristine. I felt her hands slowly move to my shoulders. From there they crept closer and closer. Finally she was gently holding my head in her hands. Her head was tilted back, her mouth open. Her body was shaking and quivering in ways I had never seen before.
After about 15 minutes of this I stopped. Little did I know at the time that I had just built her up and not given her release. Two years later, when I ran into her again, I was surprised at how friendly she was torwards me. I was flattered that she wanted me to come over without so much as even having to ask. It felt quite odd that she was massaging my shoulders so nicely. I was naive, obviously she wasn't.
I had no idea that I was adept at eating pussy. It seemed like a natural thing to do. All the women I knew enjoyed it, and so it was a win win situation. I loved it, and so did they.
Women can sense when a man is eating them out if the guy is really into it, or not. It's the same with us. I can't stand half-assed blowjobs. It's obvious that the woman doesn't want to really do it, I'm really not enjoying it, and the pressure to cum when the sensation just isn't there is traumatic. I'd much rather just watch the Yankees play baseball on TV.
It's the same with women. They can tell when we're truly into it, or not. There's a tingle, a spark that they sense. Learning the subtle nuances of a womans body and her reactions is what seperates the beginners from the experienced. Understanding how important rhythm is cannot be stressed enough. Just like a great bj a woman needs to lock in on our rhythm. We actually have to have a rhythm.. LOL. or it's a lost cause.. hahaha...
Some women like fingers, others don't. Heather loves it when I massage her g-spot while going crazy on her clit and hood. Stefanie doesn't like fingers at all. Stefanie has multiples just from tongue-work. Heather has intense g-spot orgasms. Both are beautiful and special in their own way. I can't do to Heather what I do to Stefanie, and vice-versa. It wouldn't work. They wouldn't get off. Communication is the key. Ask them, if they don't know gently work a finger or two in. Remember.. the opening is extremely sensitive and is the primary place for their intense sensations.
Now... rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Take your index and middle fingers and gently rub the bridge of your nose. Put your hand in palm side up (assuming they're laying on their back) and do the same motion. It's the easiest way to find their g-spot. They will thank you for it later, and you can buy me some beer.. lol..
Sheila is a beautiful woman, Perfect breasts, flat stomach, beautifully trimmed bush. The shape of her pussy is exquisite. It tasted divine.
Feeling her hands twitch on my shoulders from the pleasure she was receiving was more than enough communication for me. I could feel her body starting its build-up torwards release. As she was reaching that critical point of no return I slipped a few pieces of crushed ice into my mouth and used my tongue to swirl it around her clit and hood. Her moans of pleasure became tortured groans of ecstacy. Her orgasm had been stopped. But now her body ached for release even more.
Once again I maintained the rhythm and felt her body responding to my gentle ministrations. Her breathing, once again, became shallow. I could feel her fingers touching my hair. She was getting closer and closer to cumming. Again, I slipped a few pieces of crushed ice into my mouth and swirled them around her clit and hood. Her tormented cries told me that I had stopped another orgasm.
I did this five times in a row, but I knew she needed release. After the fifth time I told her that I wasn't going to stop her the next time. I wanted her to just let go and enjoy the ride.
Sheila locked in on my rhythm and let her body focus on finding its release. I could feel her tension, sense her urgent need. It didn't take her long. Her breathing became shallow, and her legs started shaking. her hips raised off the bed and she was suddenly lost in the throes of an intense orgasm. I didn't lose my rhythm, and never stopped. Her body was so pent up from from the teasing that She had her first multiple orgasm experience. In the middle of it she tried to open her eyes, but couldn't see. Her body was lost in the throes of chaos. It was finding its release.
After a few minutes Sheila's breathing slowed down. Her body was limp, she was spent. Completely drained from the intimate experience we had just shared together.
An experience that would be with us for the rest of our lives.