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I wish I could provide a thank you equal to that HappyGirl offered to me and the others who replied to her posting "Men and Their Orgasms", but this will have to do.I'm fascinated by the female genitalia. I've seen art from time to time that glorifies them, but I've never scene anything that really does any woman's pussy justice. The common comparison to a lily or flower is apt. All are beautiful, but each is unique. And so whenever I have had a new lover, I've always spent a long time lying between her legs, admiring her pussy in all its gloriously different phases: To see it as it usually is, and then to watch as it swells with her excitement, brought on by my ministrations, becoming swollen and hot. To watch as her clitrois emerges from the hood with her increasing arousal, and then withdraws again as its sensitivity peaks on the verge of orgasm.You are lying on the bed, on your right side, looking at me, as my eyes run over your body, a body that makes my cock jump. Seeing nothing but you, I see an endless expanse of soft beige, except for the tips of your small breasts, which call to me as they harden, "Pleasure us". I move toward you and roll you onto your back, my mouth falling to yours to kiss you, and then drifting down your neck to your nipples as my hand drifts from your stomach toward and then past your crotch, settling on your thighs. You moan softly, and then a little less softly, as I take your left nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently, then a little less gently, and then playfully nipping at your teat as my mouth withdraws and I continue my downward journey, kissing and stroking your stomach, rolling you partly to your side to enjoy the delicate skin along your waist, and then kissing along your side, and down over your small hips, until I find myself at your thighs and so between your legs.Usually, as it happens, I am partial to what I have come to call "closed" pussies. One might think of them as more girlish, the inner labia small enough to be fully enclosed by the outer labia, at least before and perhaps even during arousal. But paradoxically, perhaps---I am, as Whitman was, full of contradictions---I also have a special fondness for the other extreme, what I think of as a more womanly pussy, one that is full and far from shy, inviting. Such a pussy is like an orchid, my most favorite of flowers, the inner wrapping, framed by the outer, softly enclosing the prize to which I, the honey bee, am drawn by my lover's nectar.Oh, how I am drawn. You have described your pussy to me time and again. I have asked you, this first night we have shared together, to wear a simple pair of white silk panties, a thin covering, but nothing that would be a distraction, and so you have. You have clearly become aroused. Your mound is almost wholly visible through your panties, as they have become wet. It's a kind of wet P-shirt contest, just for me---we laugh---the darkest spot being near your opening. I lie between your legs and run my fingers lightly over your cunt, over the labia, and especially over that wet spot, before lowering my face toward you, breathing in your wonderful scent, and licking you through the fabric, which diffuses the sensation in a way that is at once frustrating and welcome. But I am impatient to see you, and to taste you, and so I lift your hips off the bed, and pull your panties off.And so now I am but inches away from this pussy I have so long yearned to see. And if it is not yet more beautiful than I imagined! There is nothing I have seen that does your pussy justice, even the most lovely of orchids withering in comparison. Your outer labia are a perfect frame, setting your private loveliness off with a subtle darkening. Your inner labia are the softest of doors, opening willingly to my lightest touch, and so revealing the secret treasure for which I have longed.I lie between your legs now and try to assimilate you. My fingers run softly around your labia: Between the inner and outer folds, on each side; along the very tips of your inner lips, and then along their insides. My fingers search the source of all this wetness within you, pressing shallowly inside you and exploring the folds at the very entrance to your body. And all this time, my eyes are locked on this most amazing site: your gorgeous cunt becoming swollen as you respond to my touch.Is there anything so wonderful as my lover's clit? So small, and yet a source of such incredible pleasure. I draw your inner lips back, exposing it to the air, and to my sight. Your excitement is obvious, your clit engorged, bright red, and hiding under its hood. I pull the hood back and lower my mouth toward your epicenter, my lips falling around your clit, and my tongue falling upon it. My cock jumps with the hardness of your clit, and the sweet yet musky taste of your cunt. Lines from Joni Mitchell drift through my head: "Oh, I could drink a case of you, And still be on my feet". And so I lick, slowly, from the base up over the tip and along the shaft, then back down along its right-hand side, up over the tip again, and then back down along the left-hand side, quickly establishing a rhythm you join, your hips rising as my tounge rises, falling as it falls. And now your hips are leading us, faster, then slower, and then yet faster still.You too have been anticipating this moment, and the quickening pace of your arousal takes you by surprise. You grab my head, pulling me into you, saying "Yeah, eat my cunt...make me come on your face...", as you grind yourself into me. My tongue does its very best to keep up its rhythm, but you are clearly in control now, your hips bucking up and down in their own time. My hand is now on my cock, and if you looked down toward your left leg, you could see me masturbating myself with my right hand, the tip of my cock rubbing along your calf, even as my left hand tries to keep you from throwing my face off your cunt completely. And then, as if in an instant, you are there, your body going momentarily rigid, your voice momentarily quiet, before your orgasm overtakes you with an extraordinary intensity. And the excitement of it all is surely too much for me, as I start coming and coming, at first spraying your leg, and then lifting myself up so that the next few spurts land on the lovely lips I'd been sucking. Deeply satisfied, I fall onto you, my head on your pubic bone, a lovely if not terribly soft pillow, and enjoy the mingled scent of our sex as I lie there a long time.Until, that is, I hear you say, "I could do that again. Or something else."

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