an individual, she would have her differences, too. And there before me was ample proof that Crissy was unique: her labia were long and thin, like her sisters', but in a different way; there was also a difference in the general shape of them, and the way they were parted. Farther up, her clitoris was a little larger, making her arousal even more obvious. As I'd noted to the other girls, Crissy had a little more pubic hair than her sister – both in area it covered, and its general density. From having her pubes cupped in my hand, I knew that it was delightfully thick and soft. But my eyes returned to where her pubic thatch was parted; it took me only a moment to extend my tongue and slip it between her shiny vaginal lips to taste her oils.
Those, too, were uniquely hers, yet still similar to her sister: marginally thicker, and with a taste that was only slightly different. I eagerly began lapping them up, extending the reach of my tongue every so often so that it grazed across her clitoris. When I'd exhausted what was immediately available from her, I went after the flesh button at the apex of her cleft. Twirling it with my tongue, softly sucking on it, nibbling on it gently with my lips, and pretty much anything else that I could think of. As I did, I could hear Crissy's breathing become more and more rapid, accompanied by her moans and groans of pleasure and arousal. She'd lifted her hips, making it easier for me to start branching out to include her labia and draw my tongue across her opening. It didn't take me long to bring her to an orgasm that left her shuddering and gasping in its aftermath.
Reluctantly, I pulled my face from her crotch and moved up to hold her as she came down from her release.
I had my arm around her as her breathing slowly returned to normal. When she'd gotten herself back together, she looked up at me and said 'That's way different than when a girl does it!' – followed by a soft blush when she realized what she'd admitted.
I gave her a kiss and answered 'That's what Kelly and the others have told me, too – I'm glad you liked it', the last with a mischievous grin.
She blushed again, and asked 'Can… can I do you, now?'
With a laugh I answered 'If you insist…' – promptly followed by her sitting up and twisting around so that her head was by my hip. Right eager, she was.
Gently taking me in her hand, she lifted my semi-erect penis up and carefully looked it over as though refreshing her memory of the night they'd learned about 'guy stuff'. Satisfied that I hadn't changed in any appreciable way, she lowered her head and wrapped her head around it, just behind the glans. Softly licking the underside, she used her lips to begin a gentle 'milking' action with her lips; the total effect of it was quite pleasant, so it didn't take long before she had me fully erect. With that accomplished, she started moving her head up and down, using her tongue and lips to stimulate me along my entire length. I didn't think that she'd practiced on anyone, so I could only credit her considerable skills to pure native talent.
I stood it as long as I could, but finally had to tell her 'If you keep doing that, you're going to get a surprise.'
She pulled her lips free and said 'Good! I want you to!' – followed by 'Kelly told me you could go longer if you climaxed once. Isn't that right?'
Thanks, Kelly. 'Yeah, that's right – but it'll take me a little while before I can, though.'
She grinned and said 'That's okay!' and went back to what she'd been doing – giving me some damn good oral sex.
I'm pretty sure she tried everything on me – and if it got any kind of positive response out of me, she did it some more.
So I put up with it as best I could, for as long as I could. I mean, who am I to deny a young woman the opportunity to do something that she was good at, and so obviously enjoyed? Yes, it was a little bit of a burden, but one I tolerated in the interest of bolstering her self esteem.
Or something like that.
Still, it finally got to the point where I couldn't put up with it any more. When I told her 'I'm going to do it!', she simply responded by redoubling her efforts – which, at the time, was trying to get as much of me in her mouth as she could.
She must have felt me tense up as I began to unload myself into her, because even as I felt my balls contract, she pulled back so that only the head of my erection was in her mouth and started sucking – virtually guaranteeing that the first spray of my semen would coat her tonsils. I saw her eyes widen in response, but ever the trouper, she didn't stop or slow down – she just kept after me, making sure that my climax was as strong as she could make it.
When she felt the surges of semen exiting me slow to a trickle, she swallowed what she'd collected and let me slip from between her mouth. She licked her lips, then took me in hand again and began using her lips and tongue to clean any wayward traces of semen from my penis. Finally satisfied that she'd done the job properly, she gave the head a kiss before releasing me and pivoting back around again.
As she moved next to, I put my arm around her so I could hold her as she snuggled into my side. She put her arm across my chest and draped one of her legs across both of mine before asking 'Was that okay?'
I hugged her briefly and gave her a little kiss on top of the head before answering 'That was better than just 'okay' – that was really nice', putting all the sincerity I could into my voice.
From the corner of my eye, I could see her smile in satisfaction before she said 'I… I like doing that for you.'
'I could tell!', I answered, feeling her blush.
'When you told me you were going to, you know, squirt, I thought I was ready – but it came out so hard! I was really surprised, but the second one, it was easier, so I just kept going until I knew you were done.' I felt her tilt her head slightly to look at me before she said 'I, uh, I like the way you taste, too. Kind of like custard, only a little bit salty.'
I kissed the top of her head again and told her 'I kinda figured that out, too' – making her blush again.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before she raised up and asked 'Is there anything you want? Something to eat, or drink?'
'If you're getting something for yourself, some water or a soda would be nice; but you don't have to get up just for me.'
She just smiled, and clambered over me to get out of bed and head for the kitchen – giving me a chance to watch her cute little ass cheeks clenching as she walked away. She was back in a couple of minutes with a couple of sodas and an English muffin; I sat up and she let me guide her to sit on my lap as we sipped at our sodas. She offered me half of the English muffin, but when I passed on it, devoured it herself. When she'd carefully cleaned up the few crumbs she'd dropped, she asked me 'Can I stay on your lap?'
'Of course you can. If you'll let me sit up a little more, I can move my legs so you can use them as a backrest.'
It took only a few moments to get ourselves situated: me sitting with my back against the headboard with her sitting astraddle my waist, my bent legs acting as a chair back for her. With her sitting on me like that, I had a clear view of her from knees to forehead, and all the interesting bits in between – and it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. As we talked – about school, what she wanted to do when she finished college, what I did for my job, and so on – she sometimes got quite animated, and it was a pleasure watching her body move in response to the gestures she'd make. She would also pause to adjust her position every so often, changing the way her cute butt rested against me, and causing her luxurious pubic hair to brush against my skin.
After a while of having her wriggling around on my lap like that, I felt myself beginning to respond – a little. As our conversation continued, it became more and more apparent that I was recovering. Apparent enough, in fact, that Crissy noticed it, and with a deliberate grinding against my rising manhood asked me 'This means we can make love now?', a big grin on her face.
'Not quite yet', I answered, 'But I think we could probably help each other so it can happen.'
That was all she needed to hear; in moments, she was off my lap and waiting for me to reposition myself. Looking at me eagerly, she asked 'I get to help you, and you're going to help me?'
As I scooted myself toward the foot of the bed so I could lay down, I answered 'That's what I had in mind. Why, don't you want to?'
She ignored the question completely in favor of straddling my head and leaning forward so she could wrap her lips around the head of my penis. As she started licking it, she reached between my legs and softly caressed my scrotum – causing me to grow inside her mouth even more.
