My girlfriend and I are very happy. We enjoy a healthy sexual relationship and explore various forms of loving which enable us to maintain a certain joie de vivre. But I have to tell you-there’s nothing I like better than loving my lady’s pussy. She has a plump, pouting little cunt with lots of dark-brown curls spilling down her legs and up her belly. I’ve seen pictures of women who shave their pubic hair into various styles of punk do’s — you know, those clever designs that pare the pubic area down to a tight focus — but I appreciate a natural-looking pussy with plenty of disarray. My lady keeps the hair on her head short and boyish, but her cunt is wild and crazy.

Some people say that if you look at a woman’s lips — the ones on her face — you can get an idea of what her pussy looks like. Let’s say a woman has thin, terse little lips: Then her cunt will probably be small and tight. Or say a woman has thick, round and full lips and a habit of pouting them expressively when she is feeling an intense emotion. This woman will probably have the sexiest inner lips you have ever seen or tasted. My lady has nice full lips on her face and a cunt to match.

Ann likes to entice me with various little outfits she orders from catalogues. She will surprise me on a special occasion with some frilly thing that makes my cock go hard just looking at her. Last Thanksgiving, we went away to the country for a few days, and the first night we were there, she wore these red panties with a window around her clit and lacy trim that barely contained all her hair, which peeked out from underneath. I didn’t know she was wearing something under her jeans-usually she doesn’t bother with any underwear at all. She says it makes her feel all bound up.

So anyway, there we were in the woods, wearing old jeans and flannel shirts, and all day she had on these sexy panties she hadn’t told me about. After dinner we were in front of the fire, beginning to neck and get a little hot. I unbuttoned the fly of her jeans and slipped my hand down around her cunt, sliding my fingers down her smooth, silky belly. Suddenly I felt lace where I expected her hair to be. Ann squirmed under my hand, rubbing I herself against my palm.

I didn’t say anything, but  my cock began to rebel inside my pants. Ann nudged my hand, trying to get my fingers inside the window of her panties. I teased her, running my middle finger along  the rim of the window toying with the curls there. When Ann began to rub against me in a more deliberate fashion,  I eased me in my a hand out of her jeans and pulled them off her.

opened her legs. Ann’s lips parted and I saw their moist inner lining, pink and sticky with arousal. With her hand she brought my mouth to her cunt. I love rubbing my face against her — I press into the dark, rich jungle, breathing in her scent, smearing her juices on my face until she trembles with joy. My tongue found the opening in her panties and parted her lips, plunging deeper and deeper into her moist canal.

The taste of her was sweet and mild. I burrowed deeper into her dark mist, urging her to press her body tight against me. Her panties were wet from her arousal. With my teeth, I pulled one side of her panties down, then the other, until, inch by inch, I had maneuvered them down to her knees. Then she easily kicked them away. I reached down to my own fly, undid the buttons and brought my cock out in my hand. I stroked it a couple of times, then knelt back down in front of Ann.

She was pulling my shoulders toward her again and spreading her legs open in front of the fire. I could see her swollen clit, which was crimson with the flush of desire. I kissed her gently where the flesh protruded from its protection, sucking the small knob until it grew larger in my mouth. Ann squeezed me with her knees and ran one bare foot down the length of my back, her toes digging into the backs of my legs. She nagged and tugged until I gave in to her complaint. I stripped completely nude below the waist.

I took her clit between my lips and nibbled it until she was squirming with pleasure. Sucking her with the rhythm most attuned to her need, I brought her easily to a first orgasm. She held me tightly with her legs and rocked her cunt into my face, rubbing aggressively against my mouth until she cried out in a broken voice. My tongue dug into her canal and spread her lips wide enough for me to bury myself completely.

After we collapsed on the sofa, my cock still wagged plaintively in the air. I had eaten Ann to an orgasm, but I was still hard and unsatisfied. Ann stroked me in a lazy fashion, casually fondling the length of my erection. She pushed me back against the sofa and took me in her mouth teasingly, then pulled me out of her. I reached for her and pressed her against my cock. She ran her tongue down my shaft until she reached the curly hair on my belly. My balls were tight against my body, hard and full of tension.

Ann nibbled her way around the bottom of my cock, running her tongue along the seam of my balls until her attention wandered back to my dick. I was creaming all over the place — my emission spilled over the head of my penis, making it dark and glossy in the firelight. Ann licked the tip of my cock with an affection only real lovers can share with one another. We were making love. We weren’t fucking, but we were tasting and exploring one another’s body with a fascination as genuine as it had been the wonderful first time we slept together.

When Ann sensed I was ready to come, she drew my entire length into her mouth and began to suck me with the rhythm she understood was mine. As she held me in the soft, warm enclosure of her mouth, a warm rush flowed through me. I could see the ejaculate stream down the side of my cock. I pumped and pumped until my juices were spent.

Ann held me in her mouth until everything was gone. She kissed my semen-soaked belly until I brought her up to my face. We shared a long, deep kiss and settled in for the rest of the evening.