As long as I’ve known Elizabeth, she’s been an extremely sexual creature, with one exception: she has never allowed anyone to go down on her. She calls it “her last virginity”, and clings to it like a thing of pride. So naturally, I had to taste her.
Jenny has been extremely supportive of having Elizabeth around as a playmate. Jenny enjoys hearing the details of my evenings with Liz, which I generally relay to her when I’m taking Jenny from behind, leaning forward to whisper details in her ear.
(“Is it bad that I’m really turned on by knowing you fuck her?” She asked one night, our bodies curled together, my cum slowly dripping out of her. “I like knowing that she gets a small taste of what I can have whenever I want”.)
So when Elizabeth asked if she could join me during the afternoon one weekend, Jenny was completely okay with it.
Liz called me before she came and reported that she had a flat tire. I drove to the other side of town and helped her change it. Working the jack, I looked up at her and jokingly said “well, you know this means you have to let me go down on you now.”
Liz laughed, but then offered a half smile and said “we’ll see.”
I got the tire changed, we came back to my place, and one thing led to another. I undressed her, led her to the bed and rubbed her naked body.
I rolled her over and kissed my way up her leg, finally arriving at the tendon where her inner thigh meets her hips. I kissed it, and asked a question she’s heard before:
“More, or stop?”
“Stop, for your sake.”
“For my sake?”
“You won’t like it.”
I eased my way back up the bed to her, and brought my fingertips down to caress her lower lips. I penetrated her, first with one finger, then with two. Her grip was incredible.
“May I tell you a story?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she purred.
I told her about being an awkward thirteen year old when I discovered that there was a female counterpart to the blowjob. Told her about how I used to imagine what it would taste like. Told her about the way my mouth would water when I imagined it.
While my fingers worked a slow rhythm against her g spot, I told her about college, and finally discovering what it really tasted like (I was a late bloomer–that’s a different story), and the pleasant revelation that it tasted even better than I anticipated. How I knew I had to have more. And how I discovered that for all the sameness in taste, every woman has their own flavor.
“Some people are wine or coffee critics. I’m a vagina critic. But a really bad one, because I’ve never disliked any of them.”
She allowed me back down. I kissed my way to the very border of her lips, allowed my lips and tongue to explore the borderlands, and repeated my question.
“More, or stop?”
“More,” she sighed.
I licked along the interior of one of her labia. I ran my tongue in circles over her opening, desperately trying to not go straight for her clit. I wanted to ease her in gradually, but I’m a creature of poor self control.
She gasped as my tongue found her clit and began working against it, making circles. I continued this for a moment, and when I felt her breathing quicken, I sucked her. I took her into my mouth and ran my tongue over it there. She gasped, arched her back, grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face against her as she came. I worked my tongue against her through the throes of her climax, and when it was over I rose, licked my lips, and took her.
We began in missionary, but missionary had its own problems. I struggled to get all of me into her (I’m not small and Liz is ridiculously tight). It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be buried to the hilt. I slid out of Liz and ordered her onto her knees.
Filling a woman as tight as Liz takes a certain level of patience. Each thrust would take me an inch or so into her. Her vagina fought to crush me, and I gained ground slowly. She moaned frantically as I forged deeper and deeper into her.
“I’m so full,” she said, “it’s like you’re choking me down there.” The things that come out of her mouth during sex are wild and unpredictable and hilarious. If I paused to write them down, they’d be a story unto themselves.
I started slow, grinding my hips against her ass and working my hardness inside her. She clenched around me. Every movement was a strain. I knew she was ready for more when she began actively easing back onto me as I ground, attempting to turn it into thrusting.
I grabbed her shoulder with one hand, pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward. My other hand roamed her back, her hips, the swell of her ass. She came for me like this, a frantic set of gasps.
I took her for a long time this way, until she was too overloaded to take more. Then I flipped her over and returned to what I was doing.
A humorous endnote: when the time came for me to cum, I was on my knees on the bed, stroking myself while I fingered her. She writhed in anticipation, and when I told her I was at the point of orgasm, she took me into her mouth.
The force with which I came was so great that my right leg immediately cramped and I tipped over, spewing cum and obscenities in equal measure.
I snapped a pic during the action. Enjoy Liz. I certainly did.
[Liz](http://imgur.com/Za3Vkf0)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66we7j/mf_her_last_virginity
Awesome.