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Easter memories/choosing coitus or cunnilingus /part 1

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By Gntlmn [Ignore] 24,Apr,25 13:11   Pageviews: 54

It's a shame when one gf has the sweetest-tasting pussy you've ever eaten, vs one having the most heavenly-feeling to fuck, IF a scheduling conflict arises. Such was the case Easter of '74, when I was a college student in Boston. I'd been regularly fucking a New Hampshire gal(Margaret)whose pussy was absolute cock-heaven...so wet, hot, and deep, with perfect tightness and easy entry. Meanwhile I'd been corresponding with a gal(Julia)back in NC whom I met during Christmas break. Two weeks before this particular Easter, we'd fucked at my parents' house...she had a pussy that tasted like pan-seared yellowfin tuna, with an aftertaste of sugar-coating, like on Kellogg's Frosted Flakes! Her taste literally kept me awake nights, with a raging boner.

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By Gntlmn [Ignore] 27,Apr,25 15:25
What a memorable day it was! After Julia and I fucked, she drove me to the airport in Greensboro. Meanwhile Margaret had checked the flight logs, and was waiting for me at Logan. I was not expecting her to meet me there, but it was a good example of how much she loved my cock! We rode the subway to my Parker Hill apartment, and fucked like newlyweds. My bush and ball hair was still matted down with Julia's sweet pussy juices -that was the only time I fucked two different women on the same day! 'Gotta' admit, though, I kept thinking about Julia's incredibly sweet taste, while filling Margaret's pussy full of seed(she used an IUD, so there was never any pregnancy worries).
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By Gntlmn [Ignore] 10,May,25 13:24
Three days later, I pulled a letter from Julia out of my Parker Hill apartment mailbox, saying she had purchased an airline ticket for Easter Thursday! For a week and a half, I walked around with a constant bulge beneath my zipper seam. Every time I spurted a load of seed deep inside Margaret's hot, wet, deep pussy, my thoughts were on that hairy, sweet-tasting treasure between Julia's thighs...and how her titties and my pec's had spoken a flatulent conversation of ecstasy, as my baby-maker hissed its serpent-song of renewing life, with every thrust into her tunnel of miracles.
By Gntlmn [Ignore] 13,May,25 15:52
Margaret spent the weekend, prior to Julia's arrival, at my apartment. As usual, we fucked every hour from Friday night 'til Monday morning -but with every ejaculation, I couldn't stop thinking about how Julia's sweet-tasting pussy had a voodoo-like spell on my soul. I spurted so much seed into Margaret's cunt, it dribbled down her inner thighs as she walked back from the bathroom. Before departing Monday morning, I laid some bullshit lie on her about Easter weekend being the catching-up time for my school projects that were coming due. She didn't seem to completely believe me, but I'd made that decision... Julia's sweet-tasting pussy ruled!
By Gntlmn [Ignore] 14,May,26 19:19
I mean it was sadistically sinful for a young woman to have a pussy that smelled so heavenly and tasted so sweet! It was like living in a 24/7 hypnotic trance after eating her out the first time. Not 5 minutes would pass without thoughts of how long it'd be before I could again give oral worship to that fragrant, succulent flower of femininity, with it's dark gold triangle of hair. Her bush glowed like a constellation of stars, marking her as the apex of evolution/crown of creation.
By Gntlmn [Ignore] 15,May,26 18:43
I spotted her from a hundred yards away as she walked up her arrival concourse at Logan Airport. She knew exactly how to play me, wearing a mid-thigh miniskirt, with a tight-fitting cashmere sweater top that clung to her breasts like a second skin. The weather had been unseasonably warm in Charlotte, when departing, so no pantyhose covered her exquisite legs. After handing me her carry-on bag, we held a rather lengthy deep French kiss. The heat and taste of her mouth promised a night that I've never forgotten. My baby-maker blossomed to a fierce erection as she whispered in my ear, "I bet you're hungry as a bear for some raw honey!"


By Celestial [Ignore] 29,Apr,25 10:44
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Who was the chef who prepped her pussy to taste like pan-seared yellowfin tuna?
Does he deserve a tip?
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By Gntlmn [Ignore] 05,May,25 01:56
Definitely...at least 30%


By CAT52! [Ignore] 24,Apr,25 14:18
Those were the days, my love.
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By Gntlmn [Ignore] 24,Apr,25 21:41


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