My Pussy Diary: A Feast For The Senses - Sex Stories

My Pussy Diary: A Feast For The Senses

... sea.”

The old me would have frozen at that. My pussy has a smell? And of the sea?

The new confident me takes it as the best compliment ever. This guy is getting off on my natural scent and telling me about it. The aroma may not be flowers, but whatever it smells like has put his cock in high gear.

He can’t stop sniffing me. Will he spend all night nuzzling my pussy? Then out comes his tongue. Like a slithering snake on steroids, he bores his tongue deep into my vagina, laps at my wide-open lips, then flicks at my swollen clit. As his tongue bathes the middle and top parts of my mound, lower down he slips two fingers into my now-lubricated vagina.

By this time, my bush is a swampy patch of pussy juice, sending off a more intoxicating scent than when Todd first stuck in his nose. He then puts his whole face into my wet garden and inhales deeply again.

“You smell so good,” he says, grabbing his throbbing penis. “I’m about to cum.”

I have never seen a guy get off like that just by sniffing and sucking pussy. If I had known my scent drove guys this wild, I would have put my bush in their faces all the time in college instead of trying to conceal the meal.

Occasionally Todd lifts his head and just admires my vagina. I am so horny, too, not just from his nose and tongue and fingers exploring my pussy but from seeing him enjoying himself so much. So I tell him to fuck me when he is ready. I don’t want him to cum before then, but it’s too late. He takes a final ...

... breath of my bush and then sticks his pussy-juiced fingers under his nose. I hadn’t seen a guy sniff his hand like that since I was fingered for the first time.

My scent in his flaring nostrils and on his sticky fingers sends Todd over the edge. He gives his cock one last tug and it rears back to shoot hot streams of cum all over my leg. At the same time, as his tongue does a final tour around my clit, I convulse with an orgasm.

But Todd isn’t done.

“I want to just sleep with my head between your legs. I want to take in your scent all night.”

We fall asleep. And just as he promises, Todd stays right down there at my juicy vagina, where he breathes in my musky mound all night.

The next guy I date isn’t as pussy-crazed as Todd. So I have to show him the way.

Rob and I meet at a work outing. After a few dates, we get to the point where we are ready to show our stuff to each other.

I let him go first and admire his bod. He is built better than Todd, nice abs, tight stomach, but with a smaller penis. I pop out my tits and step out of my panties. Rob stares at my hairy pussy as if he had never seen one before. Maybe he hasn’t, with so many bald beavers these days.

So I just ask him, “Is the bush ok?”

Rob, who shaves his balls and pubic hair, says: “It’s nice. I usually see them shaved but you have my attention.”

“Would you like to lick my pussy now?”

I don’t give him a chance to answer, guiding his head between my legs. I tell him to sniff my bush, ...