Back when I (M31) knew her, Kathleen (F31) was a bubbly, fun-loving girl, and I’m sure she still is, twenty-plus years later. She had black hair, “big ol’ tits,” as she described them, cute legs, and a big ass. We didn’t use the term “curvy” in the sense it’s used today, and no one had ever heard of a BBW, but I think you’d say she was somewhere in the middle.
But that’s not the story for today. The story is this: of all the women I’ve made love to, Kathleen had the absolute best pussy.
We only got together once, at a friend’s house in 2001. There were six or seven people there, but from the start, she seemed to want to chat with me. After getting more than a little tipsy, Kathleen and I started making out. We’d known each other since college, but I had no idea she had any interest in me. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe I was just oblivious.
After someone teased us, yelling “get a room, you two,” we did just that, finding a guest bedroom and latching the door. We stood in the middle of the room, and I could see in her eyes that we both wanted the same thing.
I gently pushed her back until her legs were against the bed. I had her lay down and I got her shoes, her pants, and her adorable undies off of her adorable body as quickly as a tipsy guy could.
We’d been making out pretty seriously, and the second her panties were on the floor, I could smell how horny this girl was. I dove right in between her warm legs and started tonguing her hole, my thumb just barely touching her clit, teasing ever so slightly. My goal was to get her off before I did, but my more immediate goal was to get up close and personal with her pussy and its juices.
She let out a sigh—or was it a moan?—when my tongue finally found her clit. Once I hit a maneuver she liked, she whispered a husky “yes” and pulled my face in closer. Less than a minute later, she tensed, took her hands off of my head, and grabbed a fistful of bedsheet in each hand. I kept going as she busted her nut; she had to push me away when it got too intense. She immediately, and unnecessarily, thanked me. She sat up and drew me in for a kiss. If she didn’t already know what her pussy tasted like, she definitely did now.
Kathleen grabbed at my belt. I wanted to fuck but she seemed hungry to repay the oral favor. She pulled my pants and boxers down. I’d been so focused on eating her out that I wasn’t even half hard, but she straightened that right out. She knelt, bare-assed, in front of me. I ran my fingers through her hair as she yanked my cock with one hand and sucked it like her life depended on it. I let her do this for a little while before I pulled out and had her stand up.
I took off her top and bra and socks, then disrobed myself. She laid down on the bed.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said as my heart raced. She gave me a huge smile and did just that. I had a stiff, wet dick, and she was soaked. I slid right in, and immediately her pussy gripped me like none had before. Sure she was warm and tight, but her muscles felt almost like fingers ringing my cock as I pulled partway out and pushed back in. I must’ve looked surprised because a tinge of concern crossed her face. But I smiled and she just beamed. It was almost like she didn’t know what her own vagina was doing.
I came. Way too soon. I was surprised and embarrassed, insisting that this had never happened before. (It had, but not since I learned how to do it right.) She smiled and pulled me in, whispering how wonderful it was—and that she’d be ready for more when I was.
I think we both fell asleep, but the next thing I knew she was kissing my cock, which began to grow before I realized what was happening. Once it was stiff, she began to squat down to take a ride.
“Go slow,” I said. “I want to last. I don’t think you realize how magical your pussy is.” She winked and lowered herself onto me.
Very slowly she began to fuck herself. Lord Jesus, her pussy felt just as good in this position. She moved up faster than she moved down, ensuring that I got as deep as I could. Her eyes were closed at first but soon she was looking at me, enjoyment written on her face.
Twice she got me too close and I asked her for a ten-second time out. Twice she obliged. But when it happened a third time, I gave up and let her do her magic.
It was like her body was pulling the semen out of me. Like what I imagine it’s like to milk a cow. Gripping. I wanted to resist. She just kept smiling as I grunted, unable to hold back. The orgasm was long and intense. She slowed down, then lifted herself off and snuggled against me. It occurred to me then that she’d done that all for me. She never seemed within a mile of cumming while she was on top. She just wanted me to.
After a few minutes she said we should get cleaned up and go back downstairs. I was disappointed but I realized how lucky I was, and I figured that we could meet up again when we both had more time.
Unfortunately, it didn’t happen. Pick your cliché: life got in the way, we drifted apart, etc.
But I’m happy she shared her magic gift with me. I’ve not experienced anything like it since.
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11ddycn/her_talented_pussy_m31f31_mf_bbwcurvy_vanilla
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