But although I had mildly enjoyed it, it was not my favority thing.

Linda's pussy was very hairy – too hairy, really. And she was very agressive. I often ended up with a sore neck.

Ann was another story entirely. I laid her back on that rough blanket, lifted her skirt up around her waist, and slid her panties down, leaving them looped around one ankle. Ann's pussy was a lovely sight, as always. A trimmed, pretty little V of hair on top, but a smooth, pink, hairless little pussy. Her firm smooth thighs were like a picture frame around that little bud, and I kicked myself for not having thought of eating her myself. What a treasure.

I began by nibbling her labia while stroking the insides of her thighs with my fingernails. Her response was immediate and gratifying. She placed her hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned as she rocked her hips slowly. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into her hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each time she shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I could stroke the "roof" of her vagina. This was years before anyone would speak of a woman's G-spot, but Linda had known what felt good and had never hesitated to tell me. After a few mintues of slow licks and deep fingering, Ann seemed on the verge of hysteria.

"I… I… Oh god that's so… um… fffffffffffffuck it… ooooooooooo…" she spoke in breathy, short gasps. Her hips were moving in a slow, tight circle and I knew she was ready to come. So I closed my lips over her clit, and began to suck it while flicking at the very tip with my tongue. I inserted a second finger into her pussy and felt the rush begin.