I will never forget the first time that I tasted cunt.  Someone else's that is, I was familiar with the taste of my own.  From sucking cocks after they had been inside me, from the lips or fingers of a lover, or simply from my own fingers.

I was familiar with the taste of spunk.  Sucking a man off is expected from a liberated woman and I like to think that I am one.  The taste is acceptable as part of a sex session, but I would never ask for it just for the taste.  The taste of cunt is a different story.

I was thirty-three, divorced and would fuck any man who asked nicely, provided that he met my fairly eclectic requirements, but I had never had sex with a woman.  My conversion came about by accident.

I was staying at a large hotel as the delegate for my company.  I had tried to wriggle out of it, I hate such things, boring seminars during the day and fending off approaches from men off the leash for a few days, very few of whom met my requirements.

I formed an alliance with another woman, Ellie, about my age and also there under duress.  It didn't stop the approaches, but at least meant that I didn't have to dine and drink alone.  After one prolonged assault, Ellie asked;

"Are you ever tempted."

"They tend not to be my type," I replied.  "They are pack-hunters, for them the satisfaction is in the chase and out-scoring their mates."

"So what's your type?"

She persisted.  None of your business, I thought.  But I am not ashamed of how I get my sex, I told her;

"Men looking for company.  I hang around alone in hotel bars and wait for the inevitable.  Sometimes I find a good one, no strings, no regrets, just good sex.  What about you, are you ever tempted?"

"Never.  But for different reasons, I'm lesbian."

"Oh!"

I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

"Don't worry," she said.  "I'm not a predator, you're safe."

"You don't fancy me then."

I teased.

"I didn't say that.  But we Sisters of Sappho can usually pick each other out in a crowd and you don't have the signals."

We sipped our drinks in silence for a while, then she said;

"Have you never been curious?"

"No."

She finished her drink and stood.

"You might be pleasantly surprised," she said.  "Gooodnight."

I lay in bed gently stroking my naughty bits, which was my habit if there was nobody else present to stroke them for me.  I was very wet, as usual.  I usually masturbate with the image of a permanently erect, multi shot (or several single shot) penis(s) in mind.  Tonight the subject of my masturbatory fantasy was not a hard cock, but a soft wet cunt.

Was I curious?  Never before.  I like men, or rather, I like cock.  But I also like being kissed, caressed and licked in the build up to being vigorously fucked.  Not only that, but I get more orgasms from fingers and tongues than from cocks.  Women have fingers and tongues.  I came powerfully.  But it wasn't enough.

The image remained after the spasms stopped.  I raised my wet fingers to my other lips and sucked them.  Would another woman's cunt taste like mine?  What does a woman look like in the throes of orgasm?  I had seen porn where the woman is supposed to be coming.  Real or faked?

I came again.  But it still wasn't enough.

There would be no penetration.  At least not the deep, cervix threatening penetration of a hard cock.  Did I need it?  There would be no ejaculation and I like that part of fucking, but ejaculation often means 'That's all folks.' for a man, whereas I, and presumably all women, can go again immediately.  We really can fuck all night long.  I came yet again.

I fell asleep thinking;

"Yes.  I'm curious all right."

The following evening after dinner, we staked our claim to a corner table away from the bar.  A waiter brought a bottle of sauvignon blanc and poured two glasses.  My heart was pounding, I was shaking like a teenager on her first date.  I took a large mouthful of Dutch courage and said;

"Hypothetically speaking, what if I said that I was.. curious?"

Ellie paused with her glass to her lips.  Her eyes bored into mine.  She took a mouthful and replied;

"Hypothetically speaking, I would help you satisfy your curiosity."

She drained her glass, stood, picked up the bottle and said;

"Bring you drink."

And walked away.

I trotted meekly after her.  The walk to the lift seemed like the walk to the scaffold for a condemned man.  The wait for the lift to ascend to her floor, interminable.  When the doors at last hissed open, I was tempted to run for it.

At last we were alone in her room, identical in every respect to mine.  She took the glass from my hand, set it down, pulled me to her and kissed me, a soft, gentle, lovers kiss. My senses were at maximum, I could taste her lipstick and the wine on her lips and smell her perfume.  She could sense my tension.  She broke the kiss and said softly;

"Relax, don't resist it, enjoy it.  I promise that if you don't, you will get a full refund."

I giggled, releasing some of my tension.  I realised that she had released the carch on my dress and was gently sliding the zip down.  I let it fall.  She kissed me again, harder this time and I returned the kiss.  She bent down and kissed the upper curve of each breast, pushed up by the lacy cups of my bra, at the same time releasing the catch so that my tits spilled out.

My nipples were like pebbles, it was going to be alright, I was enjoying it.  She took each nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue.  Her hands found the waistband of my knickers and pushed them down.  I moved away and removed them kicking my discarded dress away.  Ellie turned her back to me and said;

"Undo me."

I slid the zip down, she was not wearing a bra.  I kissed the nape of her neck and slid my hands round to cup her tits.

"Mmm," she said.  "Fast learner."

It seemed the most natural thing in the world, instinctive.  We were both wearing stockings and suspenders.  On the bed  we removed these last  barriers to nudity, each from the other.

At last we were in each other's arms, naked.  Mouth to mouth, tit to tit, belly to belly.  Ellie's hands were on my arse, pulling me against her, pubes grinding pubes.  We broke the long kiss, she pushed me onto my back and began to explore me with fingers, lips and tongue.  Just as a man would, but softer, gentler.  But instead of the insistent presence of a hard cock, there were soft tits.

By the time she got to my liquid centre, I was desperate for release.  My thighs were spread as far apart as I could get them, my hole was gaping and I was gushing cunt-juice.  She pressed her opem mouth over my whole cuntal area, causing me to jerk and cry out.  Then her tongue snaked into the gape, collecting my juice before homing in on my stiff, quivering clitoris.

I came almost immediately, powerfully and noisily.  Ellie managed to keep her mouth locked to me, no longer sucking or licking, but not losing contact.  When my convulsions subsided, she started again, slowly coaxing the next orgasm from me.

Three times she made me come without removing her clever mouth.  Eventually she released the suction moved up to lie on top of me and kissed my other mouth.  I could taste myself.

"There," she said at last.  "Was that really so bad?"

"It was wonderful," I replied.  "Thank you."

She kissed me again and said;

"Thank me with your tongue"

Straddling my body, she walked up on her knees until her own musky cunt was directly over my mouth, just like I have done with countless men.  This was it, my first cunt.  I raised my face to her and clamped my mouth to her as she had to me.  Wow!  How can I describe the taste?  Not strong, but everthing I had ever tasted was there, sweet and sour, salty, metallic, fruity.  Impossible to describe and thankfully, impossible to synthesise.  How could you bottle this?  I was hooked.

The tastes seemed to strengthen when she came, her nectar flowing into my greedy mouth.  She rolled off and cuddled up to me.  We spent the night in each others arms, I lost count of how many orgasms I had.  Ellie kept pace.  We fell asleep utterly spent.

Regrettably, it was our final night at the conference and I never saw Ellie again.  But she had introduced me to an entire new world.  Now when I go on my hotel hunts, I have a broader choice.  Although unaccompanied men well outnumber unaccompanied women, I have scored a few.

Now I am wondering what a threesome would be like, not with two men, done that, but with a couple.  This will mean hunting at weekends, another new experience.

Thanks Ellie.