Mick and Keri

Mick and Keri and the Kitty

Chapter 33

Did I ever mention how much I loved Keri's pussy? I love her tits. I love her eyes. I love her face. I love the entire package that her soul is wrapped in. A parent trying to pick their favorite child has an easier task than me trying to pick out my Keri's favorite feature.

We often spent an entire Sunday afternoon watching football. We cuddled up on the couch, our normal position when watching TV together and one of my favorite positions. Keri sat and I lay, on my left side, with my head in her lap. As we lay there, she would have my head resting against her fabulous right breast or she would lift it and set it on top of my head to keep my old bald head warm.

My left arm would be down at my side and Keri's right hand would rest on my right hip, sometimes playing with my pubic hair or my cock. I would have my right hand between her legs playing with her thick, densely curled jet black pubic hair. She always had her legs spread just enough to allow me easy access to that wonderful black patch.

I casually stroked my finger up and down along her always exposed labia. I would curl her pubic hair around my finger. My finger would find the soft space between the outer flesh and the extended labia, it would move slowly and gently up to the edge of her bush. I traced a line along the fine point where her hair ended and the smoothness of her belly began. My hand would move along the soft skin on her belly and her inner thighs and then retrace the path beginning where the couch stopped and her pussy began.

If you have never done this, it is damn near impossible to get excited about a football game when you are engaged in such a relaxing exercise. However, the occasion great play or horrible call would cause a sudden jumping or jerking motion, and that would cause a sudden burst of pleasure, with the flick of her clit, or pain with a sudden tap to my nuts.

But let me get back to Keri's pussy. Buried deep in a triangular patch of tightly curled and trimmed jet black hair is nirvana. When she stands naked, looking from the front, I can just barely make out the labia that extend out from her soft pitch black mass of hair. The color is a rich brownish pink.

Looking from the back I can see the brown pucker that is the opening to her back side and just below that are her labia. From the back they form a beautiful soft groove that drives me nuts. With a slight bend at the waist, she opens up like a road map. The labia part just enough to show a bit of pink that offers a straight tunnel into her inner sex.

I think that the vulgar terms might be that the entrance to her vagina looks like a tossed salad. When she slides off her panties her labia are compressed, but after a few minutes they begin to accept the offer of gravity and start to unfold and extend.

From the front her clit is buried in the jungle that is her pubic hair, but with a little exploring I can always find the pot of honey. The top most edge of her slit is buried in a tight patch of hair. I think some call it a "bearded clam". When I spread out her butterfly and expose the bright pink, and usually very wet, interior, the clump of hair at the top stands straight up at attention. It is like a shiny black fur arrow pointing to the glory land.

I mentioned her butterfly. Oh my. Those lips look like curly slices of dark sushi meat. The labia are twisty and tightly packed until I begin to stroke them. Then they act like her shoulders do when I massage them. They get softer and looser. They begin to relax and extend out even farther from her vulva. That is when I usually break down and begin to kiss and nibble them. Fresh out of her panties at the end of a long day, there is a distinct aroma of sweat and the juices she produces, she claims, when I call her on the phone.

Her panties pack those wonderful lips in tight and that adds to the excitement I feel when they begin to unfold. Keri tells me that one of her favorite things to do is to take my soft penis in her mouth and feel it as it grows to its full length and extends down her throat. Keri's labia affect me the same way. As they are unfettered after a long day of being held in by her panties and the weight of her body sitting at her desk, I can almost hear them sigh.

Let me describe the vision I get to behold each and every day. Keri is right at 5'10" tall. Her measurements, for those of you that need that information, are 46-32-36. She weighs about 155 pounds. She has a good deal of muscle mass, so the 155 pounds is not a jiggling flabby mass. If she were proportioned up to the size of a guy, she would be a prototypical tight end. (Lots of interesting word pictures there).

Her ass cheeks fit very nicely in each of my hands but her tits do not. I was checking out the laundry one day to see what size bra she wore so that I would have the info if I ever needed to buy her something sexy. Keri is a very wonderful "G" cup. They are magnificent, especially when you realize that she is 50 yrs. old and they still hang like she was 30.

I could stand and stare at her body for hours, I actually have. That is another story!" But when I scan down from her "Gs" I see a fairly flat stomach, with a small 50 yr. old feminine pooch, and below that, heaven. My dad always told me that it was rude to not admire a beautiful woman, so I always stop to take in all of the glory of Keri's pussy.

Imagine a thick, black equilateral triangle of 5 inches comprised of 1 1/2 inch thick tightly curled hair. The edges are trimmed like a perfect lawn. It holds in her moisture so that when she walks her aroma wafts around her.

After our before bed shower, I'll sometimes lay her down on the bed and run a small hair brush through her hair. I stroke it down in the direction it grows or up if I want to make it a softer, fluffier kitty. Sometimes I part it and brush it to the left and right allowing her labia to be more prominent. Sometimes I just use my finger to curl it around.

One night after a particularly sensuous shower, I started joking with Keri that I was such a lesbian. She challenged me to make love to her like a lesbian and not use my dick. She was joking, but I took up the challenge and proceeded to lick and kiss and nibble her pussy for over an hour. She came an innumerable number of times and finally begged me to stop. But I didn't. I kept pulling her hair with my teeth and sucking those dark pussy lips into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them. After an hour, her eyes had rolled back in her head and she quietly opened her mouth, gasped softly and passed out.

I love Keri's pussy.