1. Vagina Dialogue


    Date: 10/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    “You love the taste of cunt, don’t you?” Natasha remarked. Julie removed her tongue from the thick lips and folds of her lover’s vulva, and smiled at Natasha, a thin trail of saliva on her chin. “Yeah! Nothing beats it! It’s got the best taste in the world.” “And my pussy? How’s that compare?” “It’s good! Amongst the best. You’ve got a world class clit and I love the taste. No pussy-farts either!” “You don’t like a burst of beaver wind?” “Smells better than the toilet whiff of a pucker-hole,” Julie admitted, “but it’s not what I like best about a cookie.” “You’re a bit of a connoisseur, aren’t you? How long have you been the expert?” “Ever since I first looked up ‘vagina’ in a medical dictionary. The labia minora and labia majora . I know all the terms.” Julie gazed up at Natasha who lay on her back, supporting her weight on her elbows. “You like fingers in the box?” “I like a bit of fisting, but not just now. I’m not lubed enough.” “Pity,” said Julie, who nonetheless squeezed in a third finger to add to the two already inside Natasha. “I give good wrist. Nice and thin, see!” “Very nice.” “You don’t shave, but you’ve got a nice trim beaver. Reminds me of the first few I knew. No thatch to hide the golden valley. A few strands and sometimes a soft down: not like the muffs I mostly get to know these days.” “You started early, then?” “Soon as I could. I always wanted to taste and smell another girl’s quim. Your own is never enough. However much you diddle, what you get pasted ...
    on your fingers is never as rich as the taste of coochie on the tongue. First time was simpler than I thought. A girl’s knickers come down more easily than I’d feared. And the mound in the cotton seam was only a hint of the beauty inside the tight panties. I’d read D. H. Lawrence’s poem and I’d always liked figs. I didn’t expect a fanny to taste like one, though it does a bit sometimes, but the old goat was right. A cunny’s just like a ripe fig, except it’s not got the seeds. That is unless you’ve added to the flavour with a bit of fun from the fruit bowl.” “You mean, courgettes and carrots and the like?” “Sometimes a banana. Even a cucumber. Sometimes, a bit of improvisation in the kitchen beats a mail-order dildo or vibrator, even if the fruit’s a bit riper than you thought and it falls apart in the grip of passion.” “Is it only minge you crave?” Natasha wondered, arching back as Julie eased in her last finger and pushed a wedge of fingers backwards and forwards in her increasingly lubricated orifice. “What could be better?” Julie asked, as her tongue lapped on Natasha’s clitoris. Conversation stalled as the two lovers became more physical in their affection. The only words expressed were short and generally fairly descriptive as their bodies entwined, while their fingers, tongues and vaginas battled together. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Natasha gasped. Julie’s cries were more guttural and more often than not muffled by her lover’s vulva. At last, but not for the first time that ...
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