In which I ponder the yumminess of the healthy hoo-ha

Possibly a TMI thread in the making, but my girlfriend posed a conundrum a few days ago, one which I’m still pondering, and which I’d like to offer for consideration.

Basically, she was curious about my love of, well, cunnilingus. You know, eating pussy. Muff munching. Pearl diving. Yodeling in the valley. Tasting the tuna taco. Going south. Licking the kitten. Box lunch. Giving a mustache ride.

Anyway, she was quizzing me on my great interest in and tireless exertions at this activity. She is, by her own confession, a “tough nut to crack,” orgasm-wise. I mentioned before how I actually like going down on her more than my previous girlfriend, who was a spectacularly easy climax (ten minutes of talking dirty without even touching her would do it; she was, if you’ll pardon the phrase, a hair trigger with the tongue). When I settle in between my girlfriend’s thighs, I know I’ll be there for ten or fifteen minutes minimum, and usually quite a bit longer, which, if it isn’t already clear, I consider to be a good thing.

“Okay, but why?” she said. “Why do you like it so much?”

And then she asked me the question that has stymied me for days:

“Does it actually taste good?”

At first, I interpreted the question, and answered it, relatively; her hoo-ha is very healthy, in comparison to some I’ve experienced: musty, tangy, fishy, and all a bit different. The worst was sticky and sour; she was a heavy smoker, the only one I’ve been with, though I don’t know if the two are connected. My current girlfriend is fresh, with a lovely salty-sweet quality.

“Yes, yes,” she said impatiently. “But that’s not what I’m asking. Does pussy, in general, objectively taste good? Or is it good because it’s pussy?”

I thought about it, and I wasn’t really sure how to respond. Objectively, the taste of a healthy vagina reminds me a little bit of oyster, but milder, without the brininess I associate with good shellfish — and yes, I really like oysters, so that’s a point in favor. On the other hand, the comparison is inexact, sort of a grasping at the closest available reminder; pussy is definitely a unique flavor, all its own. And I can’t really say for sure that I haven’t acquired the taste through experience. I mean, if you could go down to the deli and get a cup of pussy-flavored soup, or a pussy sandwich*, would you?

And now I’m still thinking about it, which means it’s a good question, which in turn usually means it’ll get at least a good spin on the SDMB’s merry-go-round.

So what says the great Doper collective? With regard to (healthy) pussy, does it taste good because it tastes good, or does it taste good because it’s pussy?
*Or risotto, (s)natch.

less filling?

Dining at the Y? I think it’s difficult to say that it tastes good ‘because it tastes good,’ 'cause then there’d be vagina-flavored food out there (other than risotto). But like many sense, it’s probably enhanced with help from your other senses – the feel of skin, the sound of your lover’s moans. Just like eating out at a restaurant is half about the decor, the music, etc.

It’s like alcohol; I don’t do it for the taste, I do it for the effect.

Tastes great!

I [del]like[/del] love the taste.

The fact that said taste is attached to a pussy is icing on the cake.

It’s kinda like Chinese food…if it’s bad, it’s fucking revolting…but if it’s good, it’s heavenly.

Fortunately, my wife is a little slice of heaven. Slurp!

Is it just about the taste? No. Is it just about the pussy? No. Cunnilingus, like any connoisseur experience, is not simple and cannot be simply summed up.

Just as there are people who prefer the taste of a Whopper to a fine, dry-aged steak, there are people who will never understand much less enjoy the subtle tastes, smells, and textures of the French arts. Beyond the merely sensory experiences, though, there are the extra-sensory and emotional aspects that attend any fulfilling sexual encounter like hand-maidens.

For me, it is about the giving and the taking, it is about the interaction of my skills and her needs, and sometimes it is about the way I can bring her to her safe word with nothing but my tongue. :slight_smile:

It’s about the (hopefully) moaning, writhing female attached to your mouth. It would have to be a really putrid taste to make that unpleasant. IOW, I think the taste is mostly neutral, and mostly irrelevant.

It seems men and women alike are always going on about how beautiful and tasty snatch is but I just don’t get it. I go down on my SO with a smile but believe me, that’s just for her benefit. I’m sure cock doesn’t taste great either, so at least we’re suffering together.

Moments like this call for experimentation.

IMO the part of fanny noshing that really gives out flavor is the juice. So, first, we gather some pussy juices, from a variety of pussy types: young, old, clean, dirty, etc etc. The rest is simple. Half the subjects will be told they are drinking pussy juice, while the other half won’t be told what they are drinking. If the subjects who weren’t told it was pussy juice liked it, then pussy juice is objectively good-tasting.

OK it needs some work but I think it’s on the right track!

Try using canned premixed cake frosting.

Get vanilla, and tell her you’re going to show her what “A Clean Sanchez” is.

What he said!

*Chet Pussy: All right, pussy, pussy, pussy! Come on in pussy lovers! Here at the Titty Twister we’re slashing pussy in half! Give us an offer on our vast selection of pussy, this is a pussy blow out! All right, we got white pussy, black pussy, Spanish pussy, yellow pussy, we got hot pussy, cold pussy, we got wet pussy, we got [sniffs] smelly pussy, we got hairy pussy, bloody pussy, we got snappin’ pussy, we got silk pussy, velvet pussy, Naugahyde pussy, we even got horse pussy, dog pussy, chicken pussy! Come on, you want pussy, come on in, pussy lovers! If we don’t got it, you don’t want it! Come on in, pussy lovers! *

(From Dusk Till Dawn)

No matter the flavor, it’s always finger-licking good!

I think the taste is relatively neutral until just before the big O and then it tastes like a penny in your mouth: coppery, in other words. I’m much more interested in the texture than in the taste; I love the way it feels against my tongue and lips.

It’s the effect more than the taste, though if the taste is awful, there goes the effect because I am not staying long enough.

A yummy one can be exquisite even served ‘off-site’ if you will. Allow your finger(s) some time to gather said yumminess, apply somewhere else on m’lady’s body (nipples are good, sometimes that part of the neck behind the ear) and proceed to suck it off from there.

A few women, when they’ve asked me that were offered a taste, via whatever went in briefly only to come out.

Geesh, if my mother heard me talking like this, I’d get my ass kicked.

I’ll have to agree that it’s much more about the presentation than the palette. If there were a food that tasted like it I wouldn’t be likely to pick up a package at the store, OTOH I wouldn’t decline to eat it if it were on the Sunday buffet.

Ohh… This was the ad that came up below your post when I viewed this thread. :eek:

Huh? I’m not sure what you mean by “whatever went in briefly…”

I was neither repulsed or attracted by my own taste and smell. My boyfriend spends a whole lot of time there and I’ve learned to appreciate his skills like nobody’s ever before–not even close. I always considered it foreplay but it’s much more to him and he’ll kiss me frequently between sessions. He also stays “interesting” after we both lie there gasping so I think I understand what Mr.Bus Guy means.