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I didn’t want to desire other women, didn’t want to prefer them to men, but every time I was around certain women my pussy clenched and I leaked cunt juice like an open faucet. In junior high I would lust after the other girl’s young delicious bodies and I would hate myself because I wanted to feel that for boys, but I could not deny it. Even though I wanted to be heterosexual, tried hard to be, I finally realized in my late teens that I seriously wanted to fuck other people whose bodies were just like mine with a slit between their legs as I had, and who possessed nipples that get hard when they are turned on like I would get and want to lick another woman’s pussy. I absolutely adored the camel toe of shaved young women, of youthful pussy that cried out for my attention and held my focus. I began at an early age perusing through men’s magazines for pictures of pussies, savoring the sight of other women naked and with their genitals fully displayed for my inspection.

I then fell in lust in my junior year of college during English class and discovered that I yearned to do lustful things to another coed’s cunt with my lips and tongue and fingers. I wanted to gaze at the woman in my English class’s womanhood and admire her pubis, drink it in, and kiss and lick it while she moaned her delight. She was tall and thin with tits that made my mouth water and an ass that made me want to caress and tongue it until we both screamed out our orgasms like cheerleaders with no panties at a football rally. She wore a micro mini skirt and I imagined what was hidden under there, and I believed I could smell her pussy from my desk two seats behind her. I wanted to taste her, to make her scream, and to suck on her nipples until they hardened into pebbles as big as thimbles.

I wanted to do oral things to that young woman’s hidden treasure, which I had now done to two other members of my gender. Even though I had hoped to desire men, I was hopelessly hooked on the people with two X chromosomes. When I saw women like the lovely young sexy lady in my English class, my mouth began to water and the taste of pussy filled my mouth. I was a hopeless pussy eater and dreamed of splayed and wet vaginas all around me every night, dreaming of sucking myself to sleep.

When I first was attracted to another female I was in junior high, and p–can you believe it–I fell for a cheerleader in a short skirt that came just below her panties and I envisioned that sweet slit splayed before me waiting for my mouth to cover it with kisses and licks. I was astounded by my reaction to her sexiness and the desires that built in me like blocks in a cinder block wall.

There was something overwhelming about my desires for other women kaçak iddaa that grabbed me by the pussy and made my mouth water and my saliva glans would go wild. I would want to taste pussy and separate her ass cheeks and put my tongue where the sun doesn’t shine. I didn’t want to salivate at the sight of every short skirt in sight, but it is undeniable that pussies make my mouth moisten and yearn to sample them.

I made friends with the darling from my English class and constantly wondered as we talked if she craved the taste of vagina juice as I did. We met on many occasions and I was frustrated constantly because she seemed totally, horribly heterosexual. Could I introduce her to the wonders of same-sex love. More than anything I could remember, I desired her like a cat for thick, sweet cream in a saucer on the kitchen floor.

I convinced her to go to the beach with me and cajoled her into going to the local nude beach and taking her suit off so I could lust after her, my mouth watering like a kid with a juicy dessert and a broken spoon. We talked for a while, then she surprised me and, without asking, took my face in her hands and kissed me, right out of the blue. I asked her then if she liked girls. She just smiled, then she laid back and opened her legs for me to admire.

“I like having my pussy eaten, whether by a girl or a boy,” she said with a seductive look and a come-here smile. “You want it?” she asked. I nodded and leaned forward, putting my mouth against her snatch. She opened her legs even wider and I licked and sucked on her as she moaned and squirmed beneath my mouth and tongue. I dined on this lovely creature until she came in a gush and squirted on my face.

I wiped her juice into my mouth and swirled my tongue around my lips, letting her know I loved the taste of her pussy. “So you’re bi?” I asked. She simply nodded as I cleaned her pussy while I put my hand to my own pussy and immersed my fingers into my cunt and imagined her ass and her tits in my mouth as I fucked myself with my digits while I licked the ooze off my bi friend’s vagina and asshole. She stretched out on the bare sand and it clung to her back and bottom.

She moaned again and lifted her legs even higher and wider, loving what I was doing to her sex on the uncovered sand. When she finished coming and relaxed against me, we cuddled and I was in lesbian heaven, holding this lovely female who liked lips at her pussy no matter what sex it was that was eating her. I knew then for sure I was not bi, I was a total and contented lesbian with a passion for pussy and tits and visions of naked women in my head.

From that day on I could think of nothing during English class but her sweet pussy beneath my kaçak bahis tongue and lips, and I lusted after what hid under that wonderfully short skirt of hers, between those bare, long and seductive legs.

Right after class, the day after I ate her in the dunes next to the ocean, I took her hand and led her to my room, undressed her as quickly as I could and positioned her on my bed, opening her legs as wide as they would go. I quickly went to her pussy and began frantically eating her like a starving man at a buffet table with an all-you-can-eat coupon.

She tasted wonderful and I had her pussy juice all over my face. I ran my fingers down my cheeks to my mouth and I sucked her vagina sauce off my fingers, as if I wanted all of her down my throat, which, of course, I did.

She came many times and I told her I loved her pussy’s sweet taste, which is the gay woman’s equivalent of saying, “I love you.”

We lingered in bed for hours and I ate her many more times that afternoon. She said I was a really good pussy eater and I loved hearing that almost as much as I liked eating her. Pussies are my life, I thought. After I ate her I stretched out with my head between her thighs, simply gazing at her beautiful snatch, savoring the sight of those puffy lips and that wonderful lateral slit.

I did not want to ever leave that spot, but she got up in a while and left me to fantasies of eating her again. Everyday after class I ate her pussy and she squirmed beneath my tongue like an eel, moaning and groaning her pleasure while I feasted on the finest meal in the whole county.

She said she hadn’t had a cock in her since the first time I ate her and that pleased me. Maybe I had turned her around. “I still like cock,” she said, breaking my heart,”but you eat pussy so well that I don’t want you to stop.” I didn’t either want to stop, although I had fallen for a few other pussies and didn’t want to limit myself to one sweet snatch. I wanted to eat as many pink, splayed, swollen pussy lips as I could. I wanted to taste other vaginas, to compare them, to wipe their nectar off my cheeks and suck it off of my fingers and swallow it down like honey.

I used to think I did not want to like girls better than men, but now I am a committed pussy eater and want as many as I can fit into twenty-four hours. I am a woman who loves women and the taste of them lingers in my mouth between partners. I study ways to pleasure them, techniques to make them scream, new methods that will keep them squirming until the last climax escapes from their adorable throats.

That is another thing I’ve become addicted to, kissing and sucking lovely women’s necks. I met a woman at the Starbucks and talked her into my illegal bahis bed. She had never been with a woman, but I think I might have made her a convert. With her dress still on but her panties on my floor, she eagerly held her legs wide for me, my face planted against her female opening. I brought her to a wild climax that surprised her, since she was my favorite kind, a newbie who had never experienced the wonders of the female tongue on a mouthwatering splayed pussy.

I nuzzled her neck after dining on her pussy lips and she literally cooed as I licked and sucked on her lovely, long swan-like throat. I do not deny my preference now for sweet pussy, but I savor it and follow my heart to the center of womanhood, feasting and adoring the taste of a “woman.” That lovely, lemony taste that drives me to heavenly thoughts of the finest pleasure known to women, other women.

It feels almost decadent to eat the pussy of a woman new to the wonders of female oral love, to introduce her to the softness of a woman’s mouth and the natural abilities of the feminine feel of lips on vagina lips, so soft and caring, knowing just how much to suck, how much pressure to apply and how long to push the envelope of sensitive clitoral stimulation, having one of our own.

Now that English class is over, Molly, my English-class sweetheart comes to me regularly for my service. “I don’t want a relationship,” she said. “I am not looking for a girlfriend. I just want my pussy eaten like only you seem to know how.” It fills me with delight to then part her petals and go down on that delightful crease. It puts purpose in my life to be asked to eat a pussy as a favor, to pleasure it’s owner for simply pleasure’s sake.

I believe I am a connoisseur of fine pussy, like an artist who paints great works of art, an aficionado who savors the finest food, a musician who creates great music. I have become a talented pussy eater who loves her work and lives to give pleasure to other women, to make them bite their lips and clench their hands into fists beneath my loving tongue.

I live for pussies. I am now committed to seeking out as many cunts as I can find to lick to explosive orgasms that leave them breathless and drained and happy. I eat to pleasure them, to put them in heaven for a few moments of stretching out before me.

To all those women out there who have not as yet had the pleasure of opening their legs to female tongues, I offer this counsel: find yourself a solicitous sister to make soft, oral, female love and devotion to your vagina, vulva, pussy, honeypot, snatch, tail (whatever you chose to call what it is you have in your panties and between your thighs). It is a treasure that only another woman can uncover and pleasure and enjoy to the fullest. Your pussy is your soul center, it must be loved and caressed as only another person owning one can achieve. Women’s tongues on pussies is the best of all worlds.

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