action, and after a short pause, I began stroking it in and out of her, feeling her inner lips clasping at my finger as it withdrew, and guiding me on the way back in. In a surprisingly short time, her pelvis was rising and falling in time with my actions, and she'd broken off our kiss to gasp and moan as her passion increased. After only a couple of minutes, she was near the peak, but somehow unable to cross it. It was then that I moved my thumb down to apply pressure to her clitoris, so that her pelvic movement caused the pressure against my thumb to vary each time she raised her hips. That, apparently, was enough, and it took perhaps a half dozen such thrusts to finally grant her the release she'd sought for so long: when it finally hit, her first spasm froze her in mid-air: hips raised, pressing her clitoris against my thumb, with my finger inside her as far as it would reach. I could feel the milking action of her vaginal walls as she tried to draw my digit even farther inside; to increase her pleasure, I made circling motions with it, causing her to gasp out the last bit of air she had in her lungs before her vaginal mouth clamped down as her contractions continued, one after the other. It was only when her oxygen-starved brain demanded refreshment that she finally stopped her climax, and drew breath again.
After that first draw of breath, she started panting, and lowered her hips again. I slowly withdrew my finger, causing her to moan, and evincing a flutter from her vaginal mouth. Selfishly, I cleaned it off with my own tongue, savoring the sweet/spicy flavor she'd blessed it with. Satisfied, I lay next to her, holding her as she continued trying to catch her breath, and regain her senses. Her good health and youthful vigor helped her recovery, and it was only a few minutes before she opened her eyes, looking up at me with a gratitude I'd never seen before. To give her a little more time to recover, I gestured something to drink, and she nodded. Returning from the kitchen with some cool water and a couple of glasses, I filled one, and held her up so that she could drink. A few swallows seemed to satisfy her, and she indicated that I should put the glass down. When I did, she turned and hugged me fiercely, crying into my chest.
When she finally released me, and lay back down, she said 'Thank you!
Now I know that what I felt before wasn't orgasms – that was. That's the first time in my life that I've ever felt like that, and it's because of you. I had no idea that anything could feel that good!'
'Like I said, it was just a matter of having the right attention and some encouragement. I was just lucky enough to be able to offer them at the right time, and in the right way. you did the rest by being open to the experience, and willing to take advantage of it.'
'On the subject of taking advantage, are you going to, of me?'
I laughed, and said 'Only if you want me to, Kelly – though if you *want* me to, I don't think it could really be considered 'taking advantage'.'
'I do want – but before that, I want to find out about all the other things we can do together. Um, Jan told me that you, uh, use your mouth to, you know, make her climax. Could you do that to me, too?'
I smiled, and said, 'It would be my pleasure, I assure you!' making her laugh before replying,'Yeah, I heard that.'
With her fully recovered, I was ready to resume the 'lessons' – and lowered myself to kiss her, softly, on the lips. She responded eagerly, but not demanding; knowing that she was about to experience something new.
I kissed her lips again, briefly, several more times, before moving down to plant one on her throat, just next to her collarbone. The next was was halfway between collar and the hollow of her throat. I continued kissing her as I worked my way to the other side, and beyond, to her shoulder, where I kissed, then softly bit, her. Placing my kisses more closely to each other, I moved back toward her neck, until I was past their juncture, and halfway up her neck to her ear. Taking the muscle in my teeth, I made growling noises, and gently – so as to leave no bruises – waggled my head back and forth, as though chewing on her. She laughed, and giggled, and even scrunched her shoulder up before I released her and moved on to take her earlobe between my lips, and softly 'chew' on it. When she gasped, I released it, and using just the very tip of my tongue, traced the outline and edges of her shell-like ear – and eliciting soft moans of appreciation.
When I was done with her ear, I slowly traced the line of her jaw with my tongue, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin as I did so, until I reached the other ear, where I again outlined and traced it with my tongue – and getting another set of moans, stronger this time, for my efforts. From there, I moved my way down to her other shoulder, and softly nibbled and licked at the length of it. While doing that, I placed my hand on her stomach, and gradually eased it up until my fingers were touching the lower swell of her breast, and began tracing patterns on her chest and breasts – but always being careful not to actually touch her areolas and nipples. By the time I finished her shoulder, she was panting softly, and arching her back in an effort to get firmer contact with my hand, and get some attention to the ends of her breasts. When she reached that point, I moved on to placing soft, damp kisses across her collarbone, and then – randomly – across her upper chest: I'd put the tip of my tongue on her skin as I kissed her, and then use my mouth to apply a mild suction to the same spot as I withdrew. I gradually moved down, until I was at the upper slopes of her breasts; there, I branched out to apply the same tender kisses, but all
When I finally took the end of her breast in my mouth, and started firmly sucking on it, she had what could only be described as a mini orgasm: her entire body tensed, and where my hand rested on her belly, I could feel several small spasms pass through her as she gasped for air.
It didn't last but for a few seconds, but that was enough to bring her back down slightly, and to reassure me that I was having the desired effect. I moved on to the other breast, and did the same, though with lesser – but still pleasing – results: she let out a loud moan, and arched her back to try and get more of her breast in my mouth. Moving back and forth between them, I gave each of her delightful mounds similar treatment: randomly placing small kisses or licks or suction at different areas on the breast itself, teasing the nipples with my tongue-tip, washing the entire surface thoroughly with my tongue, nibbling at the nipples with my lips, and applying soft, rhythmic suction on the entire areola and nipple. Before long, she was at the same high arousal, when I again started moving, this time, lower, toward her pubis.
Taking a decidedly indirect route, I showered her with soft, dry kisses all across her belly and hips and abdomen, pausing for a while to pay special attention to her navel – rimming it with my tongue, dipping my tongue tip into it like a cat lapping at milk, placing my whole mouth over it and applying pulsating suction. The focus on her bellybutton started her moaning even louder, and got her pelvis moving in small thrusting motions.
Finally, though, I reached my goal: her pubic area, and more specifically, her firmly rounded Mound of Venus, where her clitoris had raised its head to watch out for me. As I drew my tongue down through her soft, straight pubic hair, she readily spread her legs for me, allowing me easier access to her treasures.
Her vaginal lips seemed to remember my previous visit, and were extended – if barely visible through her down – and glistening with her dew.
Pressing my hands softly against the backs of her thighs, she quickly raised her knees, tilting herself up for me – and bringing me a wave of the delightful, heady aroma of a woman, aroused and ready. Glancing up at her face, I could easily read the desire and anticipation on it, and dipped my head to slide the tip of my tongue through her cleft, bottom to top. As my tongue passed between her labia, I got a full taste of her essence – sweet and spicy at the same time, as it had been on my finger, but stronger and more pleasant – and then on up to gently brush across her clitoris, causing her pelvis to snap up toward me slightly as she released a full-throated moan of pleasure.
With that kind of encouragement, what could I do, but continue? I did it again, but got a quieter – if no less enthusiastic – moan for the effort. I made several more such passages, each time getting an audible sound of appreciation.
Using my thumbs to spread her slightly, I took the opportunity to examine her more close than I'd been able to, before.
What I saw delighted me: her mons was gently curved from her pubic bone down to the entrance to her vagina; full without being 'meaty', and covered with a medium-dense patch of straight, soft, dark hair. Her vaginal opening was little more than a slit; guarded by two thin, smooth lips that gently progressed upward to the hood of her slightly larger than usual – and very erect – clitoris. Her pubic hair was short enough to not be in the way of her vaginal opening or clitoris; the net effect was to cover, without actually hiding, her treasures.
