DIARY OF A TEENAGE MILKMAN

Linda swung her body round so that she was lying across the bed with her knees on the edge, feet dangling, legs spread wide enough for me to kneel in between them. “Get on your knees and lick my pussy, there’s a good boy, I sopping fucking wet down there and really need to cum before my head blows off” Never one to decline to do as and elder told me I dropped the pillow on the bedroom carpet and kneeled on it, resting a hand on each of her thighs. Just touching her naked legs was enough for my young cock to start twitching, I’d never experienced consecutive hard on’s before but then I’d never been with a naked woman before either, this moment alone was beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of, here I was kneeling between the naked thighs of a woman, staring at her obviously wet pussy. Linda’s pussy hair was neatly trimmed, shaved around her pussy lips with what would now be called a “landing strip” of pubic hair above.

I thought all pussies looked like this and would find out in later conquests and relationships that this was not the case, it was the seventies after all, still the era of the natural bush, by the time the shaven pussy became more fashionable I would be fucking women who’d grown up during a different kind of bush era and still sported a full blown jungle covering their cunts. Younger men don’t know how lucky they are these days, not having to hack their way through a forest of hair, or experience a hairball stuck in the back of their throat after eating out their lady, even worse the pubes stuck between the teeth or what we used to call “fanny rash” a redness of the lower face which was a sign that someone had been having themselves a “prawn sandwich” named after that lingering aroma of pussy juice which resembled the smell of a certain brand of prawn flavoured potato crisps.