Woman Worship

I've read blog posts on several FemDom type blogs about body worship after a woman's had a sweaty workout, a run, bike ride, etc.  There's a certain aroma, an earthy and musky smell that's quite unique and can give a submissive male quite a rush.  It's also quite a display of one's devotion to a particular woman. 

I got to experience that with Karen once again last night after her workout at the gym.  I had to wait for her at her place, an indication that the workout lasted longer than I anticipated.  It made the ensuing experience that much more savory.

Karen had a distinct process she wanted to follow.  There were three steps to it. 

Her pussy came first for two reasons.  One, she wanted an orgasm...and quickly.  Two, she always insists that I lick her pussy before I tongue her ass.  I was glad to oblige. 

The salty taste of her sweat, the muskiness I referred to and the flowing juices of her pussy combined to form a dining experience that is like none other.

Her ass came next.

Ass worshiping is symbolic enough of submission without adding the indignity of licking an ass after a sweaty session in the gym.  She shoved her ass in my face and held it there before finally sitting on it for maximum tongue penetration.  It seems like I could never get deep enough to totally please her.  She insisted on deeper penetration no matter how far I went.  When the ass licking was over, she commended me on how good I've gotten at this particular skill.

Her last step in the process was to treat me with a taste of her piss.  "I've been holding it just for you" she laughed, "Be appreciative."

I was. 

The Unknowing Cuckold

In some ways I was a cuckold before I even knew what it meant.  I was a teenager and the regular pussy licker of "Big Mitch - My First BBW."

Once Mitch knew that I enjoyed eating pussy and ass, she basically owned me in that regard.  We both saw other people and never went steady, but I was there to meet her oral needs.

I remember one Saturday afternoon very vividly.  I had just got home from basketball practice when she called me.  It wasn't unusual for her to call me at home.  She was good friends of Sue, a neighbor of mine who I grew up with and we were all just kind of friends.  Both Sue and Big Mitch were a year older than me.

Bit Mitch called to let me know her parents were gone until that evening and she had the house to herself.  I knew what that meant:  "Why don't you come over here and lick me."  I was there an hour later.

When I got there Mitch was wearing a bathrobe and had her hair in curlers.  Curlers were in use back then more than they are now.  She had done her hair because she had a date that night....with someone else. 

I saw this photo a couple of days ago and it reminded me of that afternoon.

Perversely, I was turned on by the fact that I was worshiping her while she was in curlers.  Most girls didn't want to be seen while wearing curlers, particularly by guys or their boyfriends.  Big Mitch didn't care.  I was only her personal pussy and ass licker.