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I wanted to touch it, taste it, smell it, gaze at it, and I wanted part of my body to be inside it. It completely had captured my attention and admiration, and for the rest of my life I vowed to worship at the altar of the pussy.
The first person with a pussy I ever became intimate enough with to be able to view her lovely orifice was Julia. She was a fellow student where I went to college and the person who introduced me to the wonders of the yoni.
We had become friends in English class and went to lunch after class a few times before she invited me to her dorm room and pulled up her skirt and down her panties to show me what she was most proud of. It was covered by just a small carpet of hair, actually fuzz, and I gazed at it as she sat back on the bed, lifted and spread her legs, and held still so I could examine her lovely prize.
It was full and supple at the edges of her slit, white beside the hairy mound, and pinkish on the petals that bordered her vertical groove. The lips looked soft and moist and slightly puffy, and splayed a bit, opening the secret cavern of her young body enough to entice me to know about the pink walls beyond that fleshy door and taste the dampness that coated her hidden fruit.
I asked if I could taste it and she smiled and nodded shyly. I put out my tongue and licked those petals from bottom to their top. It tasted salty and a little tangy, lemony and different from every flavor I have ever encountered.
As she sat with her skirt on but her panties off I pushed my tongue passed that fleshy opening into her center and deeper into her interior. I opened her lips with my thumbs and reached back into her. She closed her eyes, put her head back, and sighed. "Oh, my," she whispered. "That's nice," she said softly.
I continued to explore her with my tongue, moving it around inside of her, feeling her sugared walls in the mushy center of her vaginal canal. Then I discovered the vital bud of her vulva when I touched and felt her clitoral kernel. When I brushed across it her labia petals flexed and contracted as I stimulated its responsive electrons. She put her top teeth over her lower lip as I swabbed her clitoris with my tongue and she leaned her head back and moaned.
"Would you like to put it in there? "she asked.
Knowing what she meant, I muttered an answer and moved until my erection was at her slippery door. As it touched her moist flesh the tip of my erection pushed between her wet lips and slid farther into her. She drew her knees up and opened her legs wide, pushing her hips forward, pulling at my hips, groaning as I slipped in deep, touching the her cervix at the back of her channel and bringing a grunt from far down in her throat.
I instinctively began to move in and out slowly, gradually increasing the speed of my thrusts and shoving forward, rocking her body with each push. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed as her pleasure bloomed and her orgasm began to build deep within her.
Our bodies slapped together, rocking the bed violently, bumping against the wall with a force that amazed me, smacking one another with a sound that echoed around her dorm room. I was sure we could be heard out in the hall as her single bed bounced against the wall and added to the noise we were making.
When we finally came with the first orgasm we had each had with another person present, she sagged like a wet rag under me, and I scooted down and spread her legs to once again look at what I had only discovered a short time before. She didn't resist my efforts, voluntarily opening her thighs for me, allowing me to gaze again at her marvelous orifice.
Some of her lubrication was leaking out of her pussy slit and running across her thighs and into the crease of her bottom. I studied the moist crease and puffy splayed lips left open by the action of our fucking, pink and rosy from the action of my insertions, swollen from her arousal, wrinkled by their fullness, with a dribble of spunk sliding down her leg.
Without thinking I leaned forward and kissed her lower lips, lingering at the lovely opening, again tasting the flavors of our intercourse. She put out a hand and placed it on my head, wrapping her fingers into my hair and gently pulling me against her sensitive passage, cooing as my lips pressed against and caressed her pussy.
"You like that?" she asked quietly.
"I love it," I said. "It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I could look at it all day," I said. She sighed and opened her legs more, offering me a better look. Her legs had slowly closed as I admired her pussy, and she offered me again more time and access to adore it, to look at her lower cleft, to worship the groove I had come recently to love.
I had yearned to see one since I found girls and boys were different. Now I was able to enjoy it and just look, to savor the sight, study it and take in its loveliness.
After awhile she asked if she could see my erection, which had shrunk to normal size, but when she held it to look, it began to grow in her hand. She marveled at the size change and put her mouth over the tip tasting my pre come.
"I like the look of this," she said lifting her lips off of my penis, her voice sounding hoarse, coming from deep in her throat, arousal lowering her pitch. Then she put it back in her mouth and slid her lips down my shaft until her nose was touching my pubic hair and nearly all of my cock was in her throat, my shaft resting on her tongue.
She then moved her head up and down slowly, taking the entire organ in her mouth and then pulling it out leisurely, letting her tongue slide along the underside of my stiffness. The sensation was incredible and it wasn't long before I knew I was about to ejaculate. I didn't say anything, hoping she would let me come in her sweet, smiling mouth, down her lovely throat.
When I started to come she grinned but held my cock in place and let each spurt pass into her mouth, over her tongue, down her throat. She swallowed as I came and drank what I shot passed her lips, gulping it down like milk, taking all I had to give.
"You taste good," she said.
"So do you," I said grinning.
We stretched out on her dorm room bed and cuddled and savored the time together, what we had done, what both of us had seen and liked, and what we planned to do in the future in a similar place: in a car, my room, or some convenient private location we were able to find.
Julia's pussy was the first I got to admire but it was not the last. We both agreed our lives were going other places and we would know other people and enjoy other bed partners in the future.
She went off to a job in New York City and we correspond but realize our lives are going in different directions. When I started dating another woman she was happy for me and said someday she would like to meet her.
Claire and I share an apartment in Manhattan Beach and I told her about Julia and about the time I saw my first pussy. She laughed, said she hoped she meets the standard, and told me I could look at hers any time I wanted. I have done just that many times, telling her that hers meets the highest criterion. We were married six months after we met.
On many days, after sex, she lets me admire hers for as long as I want. I am lucky that Claire enjoys the sight of my cock as much as Julia did, and she is as eager to swallow my spunk as Julia was, drinking my cum on a regular basis.
Julia came to visit us and the two them hit it off wonderfully. So well, in fact that after dinner on her first night she was with us the two women ended up in the same bed. "Dave told me about your lovely pussy," Claire told Julia. "I would love to see it."
"I'd love to show you," Julia said, "but fair is fair and I'll show you mine if I can see yours."
That was enough to move the two women to the bedroom. I watched them go into the room and close the door. I hadn't known about Claire's bi sexual interests, but it was clear then that there was attraction there. She and Julia even kissed passionately before they said good night and shut the bedroom door.
I figured I may be sleeping in the guest room, but at ten Claire came out when I was watching a Lakers game and asked me if I'd like to join them. "But of course," I said, forgetting about the game in the last quarter of a close game, following her back into the bedroom like a puppy in heat.
Julia was in bed nude, and Claire had on a short nightgown, which she tossed off before getting back into the bed. I stepped out of my pants, tossed off my shirt, pulled off my shoes and socks, and climbed in between them both.
Claire pulled back the covers and took hold of my growing erection. "Remember this?" Claire asked Julia. Julia nodded and said she remembered it well.
"He became a good friend," she said with a grin. "We can put it in both of us tonight," she said. "What do you think?"
"I think that sounds like a plan," Claire said.
I smiled and kissed them both.
"You ladies make a guy feel wanted," I said.
"That's our job," Julia said. "You didn't keep us from show and tell tonight, so we'd like to show our appreciation," she said putting her hand next to Claire's on my erect penis. She leaned forward and kissed the tip. At the same time Claire leaned forward and licked the middle portion of my dick, running her tongue along the underside of my cock, giving me a sensation that was unbelievable.
As Claire was licking the middle portion of my stiff cock, Julia was working on the tip, taking it into her mouth and sucking on the knob. Having two women work on your joint is a dream come true, especially when one has the first pussy you ever looked at and the other one is your wife, who has a pussy worth seeing.
They worked on my dick until I moved away and got in position to fuck Julia, moving around until my ridged cock head was pushing against her moist and ready labia, which yielded and let my cock slip in. I moved it in and out in short thrusts to wet the head, then I pushed slowly all the way in and held it there for a few seconds.
She sighed as I slid into her, and I remembered that sigh from years before. My wife watched me fuck her new friend, giving words of encouragement as I slid into and out of her. I fucked her until I came and was careful not to come inside of her. I didn't want her returning to New York with a bundle from California.
While I was in Julia's pussy, Claire straddled her friend's face, her back to me, and she positioned herself over Julia's chin, lowering her pussy down to her girlfriend's mouth. She moved back and forth over Julia's lips, wetting her friend's mouth with her moist pussy. Julia put out her tongue and pushed it into her friend's crevice.
I continued moving in and out of Julia while she ate my wife who was kneeling over her face. I remained in her until she came from my hardness moving into her or perhaps from the whole situation. It was a wonderful team fuck and I pulled out when her orgasm made her pussy so sensitive she could no longer stand having it touched.
We switched off and I began moving into my wife as the women kissed and played tongue tag just a few inches from my eyes. Claire drew her legs up as I fucked her and spread her knees wide. It was a wonderful night of fucking the two most important women in my life.
The scene has been repeated many times since and Claire has discovered her bi side, enjoying time with Julia regularly and a few other bi friends she has gathered along the way. Julia moved in with us, and Claire shares a bedroom with her routinely.
Often the women will allow me, either while they're kissing, or after I have made love to them, to admire once again what I discovered on that day in Julia's dorm room so many years ago. We all have jobs, hobbies, and outside activities, but our lives revolve around sex, and we are a committed family now and truly love one another. Their pussies are still beautiful and I still regard them as the most gorgeous things I have ever viewed.
