That Smell Of Her Wet Pussy

My god, that smell of her wet pussy nearly sent me over the edge, my tongue lapping at her juicy hole as she held my head tightly against her open slit.
She had me just where she wanted me; pleasuring her pussycat with my eager tongue was what she wanted, and I was going to make sure she got it.
The lust I felt from her as she mumbled at me to lick her clitoral area was, "My god, there, just there, keep doing that".
She screamed, "Harder," then out of nowhere she let rip at me, "Fucking hell, I'm cumming," then an orgasmic explosion of juices flooded my face. She stood on her top toes, still holding my face fully planted between her wide open legs.
Pulling me in, she screamed as she came again and again, bucking and twitching against my face.
"fucking Jesus Christ.". She bellowed at me.
"How do you do that?" she asked.
"How could you do that to me?".
"It felt like you needed it", I said.
"Too bloody right, I needed it, my God".
"You best put these on," I said, handing her a pair of bright pink pants.
Grabbing the hem of her dress, she slipped her pants on, pulling them up over her nice, firm arse.
"We best go," she said.
"I need to freshen up."
Considering we had only just met, she grabbed my hand as we left the nightclub.
"bloody hell,"
Are you okay?" I said, "I'm bloody damp as hell, my pussycats on fire".
"Well, you told me to go lick you out."
"Yeah, I know, but I didn't expect to feel this bloody wet". She said.
Stumbling down the road, I hailed the nearest taxi. "Can I see you again?" she asked.
"Here my number". I said.
Closing the taxi door, she gave me a peck on the cheek, then whispered something to me: Next time, I want your cock".
Smiling at her, I returned the kiss as the taxi drove off. I contemplated what was to come if we ever met again.
A few days passed, and the memory of that night faded when I woke to a knock at my front door.
Handed a small brown parcel addressed to me, thinking I hadn't ordered anything, I eagerly tore at the wrapping.
Inside was a pair of pink Lacy pants, delicately fragranced, I might add, with what looked like some rather large stains across the crotch.
I read a small note that read,"Something to remind you of that night".
Not realising who sent them, I instinctively had to smell their aromatic bouquet.
Suddenly the events of that night reemerged; the woman I had tongued had sent me her pink pants as a memento.
Later that day, my phone bleeped with a message.
"I hope you like the gift," it read.
Replying, I put,"Yes, they smelled amazing".
"I have a white pair that needs the same treatment".
"You best bring them over; I'm sure we can sort something out,” I
replied.
Later that day again, a knock came on my door. Standing before me was a tall brunette, wearing a leather skirt and a somewhat tight white blouse, only just holding in her size 16 breasts.
"Hello you," I said,
"Hi, can I come in"?
Stepping in, she smiled, saying," Sorry about the package; I should have washed them first."
"It's fine to have washed them already".
Smiling at me, we just sat drinking wine most of the afternoon, and then just as I tried to stand up, she seemed to grip my arm, pulling me down. She planted her lips on mine.
Passionately kissing for a few seconds, she whispered into my ear,
"Remember the last thing I said to you the other night".
"Yes, and I'm sure somehow you're going to have it".
Placing her empty glass on the table, she reached for my trouser belt, swiftly removing it and giving her access to the now-solid bulge in my pants.
"You don't waste any time," I said.
Well, I've been bloody wet at just the thought of this, and it looks like it's ready for me".
Falling backwards, she expertly released my 8-inch hard cock, gripping it firmly. She instinctively leant forward and just devoured every inch; her warm, hot lips just enveloped my cock as she started to suck at my now bulbous tip.
Just watching her actions made the feeling even more sensual, as she seemed to just slide her whole mouth over my shaft.
A few minutes passed of being pleased when she lifted me off,
"I hope I've worked my magic".
"I would say you have," I replied.
Well, let's see what it can do".
"I think I need to return the favour first," I said.
Standing up in front of me, she reached behind her to zip her tight skirt. Falling to the floor, she unbuttoned her blouse again, dropping it behind her.
Standing there in her bright white underwear, she unclasped her bra, also letting it fall to the floor.
Now in just a small white pair of pants, she swiftly slid them down over her firm backside.
Before me was a very slim, naked brunette who was eager to offer herself to me.
Standing up, I also took in my arms as I felt her warm breasts against my chest.
"So this is how you spend your afternoons, then".
"Why not? Life is for living, you know".
Quickly undressing myself, we adjourned to my bedroom.
Both collapsing into my bed, we passionately kissed before the main event.
Kissing her neck I slowly moved down her very hot, naked body, my lips caressing each of her tiny pink, hard nipples. She gasped at me as she placed her hand on my head as if to guide me to her pleasure spots.
Continuing down, I travel over her firm stomach to reach the place I knew I would want my lips to be.
"Jesus, you are good," she said.
Her legs instinctively opened to allow me access to her honey pot.
A small patch of her oubic hair just at the top of her slit covered the first area I wanted to plant my tongue.
Another sudden gasp from her as my lapping tongue rolled around her now pulling clitoral
She groaned again as I moved my face against her open pussy lips.
She was already wet when my tongue skidded down through the pubic fuzz to find her small opening.
Her wetness gave me a delicate aroma that permeated my nose as I plunged my eager tongue between her soft, open slip.
I lapped at her entrance as I reached under her legs to cup one breath, gently taking her tiny nipple between my fingers and giving it a gentle twirl.
The ecstatic moans from her gave me the feeling this woman was about to explode on my face once again.

Feeling her pelvis lift up to meet my tongue's incursions into her wet opening, she placed her hands on my head, holding me firmly as I tongued her pussycat hard.
Then she screamed as the wetness I was tasting suddenly became a flood of her juices.
"Fucking hell, you've done it again!" she cried.
All I could do was enjoy her pussycat oozing her orgasmic fluids into my face.
Her now very wet opening was well lubricated for me to penetrate her with my 8-inch solid waiting shaft.
She lifted her head up, and with her breathing seemingly laboured, she just said," My fucking god, that tongue of yours is incredible".
Lifting up from her now sopping wet pussy, I moved up her body, my hard cock aimed at her open entrance. We kissed with such passion that she didn't realise I was about to slide my throbby cock between her open, waiting pussy lips.
Looking up at me, her face suddenly changed; her eyes closed and her mouth opened as my cockstool parted her pussy lips for the first time.
Slipping over her still pulsing clitoral area, she gave a pout and a very loud gasp.
"You feel so big," she whispered.
"You said you wanted my cock this time". I said.
With that, I slid up into her hot honeypot.
Slowly at first to give her time to stretch to accommodate my size.
Each push slowly sank Deeper between her welcoming lips.
Holding her head, I guided myself inch by inch until our output bodies met. I was fully inserted and ready to pleasure this woman's hot, wet pussy.
Firstly, after I gave her some small thrusts, she grunted at me to fuck her.
With each small thrust, I seemed to get deeper; our pelvises touching, I could feel my full balls slapping against her arse.
Pulling out slightly and then thrusting in, we both gasped at each other as we both wanted to experience this feeling of complete and utter pleasure.
I was riding her oussy and bloody loving it.
She wanted more as she cried.
"Push harder, just fuck my pussy."
Each thrusting movement gave her what she wanted; my cock was now just slipping in and out, her wetness enabling me to ease up into it and then slide out, which felt effortless.
I continued to fuck her as she wanted until I felt my own stirrings of an impending orgasmic episode.
She begged me to fuck her harder, and I tried to accommodate her requests.
She wanted my cock, and this is what she got. I started to pummelled her hard as each deep thrust gave her the ultimate pleasure she could get from this fucking.
I often climbed onto my arms, looking down at her breast, which was bouncing with each penetrating thrust I was giving her.
"You're ready," I said.
"To bloody right in ready," she replied.
I then pounded the hell out of her pissy; I went for it with such force she had to hold her breasts in place as each hard hit just into her grandly.
Then we both gasped and shouted as my hot, sticky white gaze pulsed deep up into her hit virginal canal.
One last deep push I held myself in as she lifted her pelvis up to meet my final feel thrust.
Her own intense orgasm pulsed so hard through her body that her pussycat, now fully stratified, seemed to clamp itself around my fully inserted cock.
I could feel the heat on my shaft from her pussy juices flooding around my solid cock.
Looking down at her, Howe kissed her, and then she looked up at me, saying,
"I might have to send you my white pants to be washed after that fuck".
Laughing, I said,"Well, at least I don't charge for laundry service".
Slipping my cock out of her, she grabbed a towel and promptly ran to the bathroom.
Returning, she slipped her pants back on, promising to send them to me for cleaning.
As promised, a parcel arrived a few days later with a note saying,
"I have a red pair that may need cleaning next time".
The next time, well, that's another story.