– something that any man would delight to see.'
She smiled in relief, and I didn't hesitate to again drop my head so that I could enjoy her most intimate offering.
I again dipped my tongue into her, gathering up a small sample of the nectar she produced, savoring it's fresh and tangy flavor. It was also a trifle thicker than I'd expected – but still oily and wet. For the next couple of minutes, I did nothing but lap at her secretions, drawing more and more of them out as my attentions had the desired effect on her.
Finally, though, I knew that I had to take care of the pleasant task of introducing her to the other pleasures she could feel from oral sex.
I quickly took each of her labia in my mouth, gently sucking on them for a few seconds before softly pulling them even farther away from her opening, and coating them with my saliva. Then I went on to put my whole mouth over the entrance to her vagina, and applied a mild suction, as though to tease her ample juices into my mouth – and earning myself a moan of arousal as she pressed herself against my mouth in encouragement. From there, I moved up to her clitoris, now more visible, taking it between my lips and gently 'chewing' on it as I softly pressed on it with the tip of my tongue. Again, I was rewarded with a gasping moan, and her thighs clamped down on my head to hold me in place. Only when I let my actions taper off did I feel her thighs relax, releasing me from her sweet bondage.
Over the next several minutes, I continued my attentions to her womanly center – each time I refocused on a different part of her, it only seemed to ratchet her arousal even higher, until, finally, when I was applying a soft, regular suction on her clitoris, she had a powerful orgasm, taking my head in her hands and holding my mouth to her pubis as her thighs clamped down on my head, as if trying to pinch it off.
Spasm after spasm raced through her body, each accompanied by a keening whine. As each spasm hit her, I would apply additional suction to her clitoris, in time and proportion to her pleasure.
Eventually, her orgasm tapered off, and she released her hold on my head, and her thighs fell apart. I easily moved up to lie next to her, holding her as she caught her breath and regained her senses.
A few minutes later, she suddenly rolled over to face me and gave me a fierce hug. When she finally let go, and pulled back from a little bit, I could see tears in her eyes and joy on her face as she told me 'Thank you! You've made me feel so good! I've had orgasms before, but they were like when you were using your hand on me; I've never had one as wonderful as what you just did!'
With that, she took me in her arms again, and laid her head on my chest, where I could feel her tears dripping onto my skin. I put my arms around her, and held her as I told her 'Sandra, that's what making love is supposed to be about – making the other person feel as good as you can, because you care about them. You trusted me to be the first to start teaching you about making love, and because you trusted me, I do care about you, and want to make it as nice as I possibly can for you.'
'You mean there's even more?', she asked into my chest.
'If you want there to be, yes.'
'As good as that?', a little awe in her voice.
'Probably. Maybe even better, sometimes.', I answered.
At that, she raised herself over me so she could look into my face, and told me 'Even if the rest of it is only as good as what happened the first time, and the second one is the special one, I want to learn. God!
How I want to learn!'
'I want you to remember something, though. Making love is something that everyone has to learn. Having sex, to get your own pleasure, is instinct; making love, to give someone else pleasure, is learned. I can't teach you everything – I can't even teach you the little bit I know – in just one session. All I can hope to do is teach you to be open to the idea of trying new experiences, so that you can find out for yourself what parts about making love you like, and which ones you don't. You can learn a little bit from me, and when you find another guy, you can learn some from him, and so on. As long as you and the other person are honest with each other, and trust each other, you never have to stop learning from each other, and there's not much chance that you'll ever get tired or bored about making love. In fact, just the phrase 'making
She looked down at me for a moment before saying 'I think you're a better teacher than you give yourself credit for. And I think you teach more than you think you do. You don't tell people to be like you; instead, you set an example, and if they ask, tell them how you do it, and then let them make the choice. You're honest, and caring, and gentle, and all the things that anyone should want to be like, boy or girl. I can understand how easy it was for Jan and Kelly to fall in love with you – I'm doing it, myself. You're a decent, loving person, and you make me want to be like you – and you give me the courage to try.'
Then, getting a mischievous look on her face, she went on, saying 'But that's for later. Right now, there's this making love thing I want to learn – and I want to practice what you've already taught me!'
With that, and a twinkle in her eye, she kissed me. I mean *really* kissed me, as though she were not only enjoying what we were doing, but savoring the taste of herself that remained on my face. When the kiss finally broke, she slowly moved herself down, kissing my chest – and even sucking on MY nipples – then my stomach, and on to my belly (pausing long enough to do to my navel pretty much what I'd done to hers – including noisily blowing into it), and finally reaching my penis.
Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth, and began applying a gentle suction as she used her tongue to lick it. When she found that I was sensitive under the head, she quickly fixated on that area, and soon had me nearly fully erect. When I'd reached that point, she released me from her mouth to her hand, holding me so that she could trace her tongue from just under the glans and on down to between my testicles, where she easily took one, then the other, into her mouth, ever-so-softly sucking on them, before washing my entire scrotum with her tongue. She then reversed her course, and traced her way back to the head, applying small lip-nibbles along the way. By the time she got to the head, I was fully erect, but she went ahead, taking a couple of minutes to suck on my length, making sure that I was completely ready, and thoroughly wetted with her saliva.
When she was satisfied with her handiwork (I was happy with it long before she was!), she looked up at me, saying 'I know you're ready – and I am, too. What do we do next?'
'Anything that gets your part 'A' line up with my part 'B' will do the trick, but it would probably be easiest on you if you were on top of me, so that you're in control.'
'You mean like you on your back, and me over you?'
'Yep, just like that.'
'It sounds right, but I want us to be able to kiss and touch each other, too. Wouldn't it still work if you were sitting up?', she asked.
'Sure. Uh, this might take a little while, so how about if I lean back against the headboard?'
'That's fine! I just want to do it!'
At that, she released me, and I sat up and scooted myself backward, until I was resting against the headboard, with a pillow for a cushion.
As I was doing that, she'd gotten off the bed at the foot, and walked around to the side; when I was situated, she simply stepped up onto the bed, and then over me, so that she was standing in front of me, facing me. I took the opportunity to hold her delightfully full and firm asscheeks in my hands, and pulled her forward a bit, so that her mons was even with my face. As I leaned forward a bit, she saw what I wanted to do, and readily tilted her pelvis forward and spread her legs, giving me easy access to her womanhood.
Her clitoris was fully erect, and on her extended and slightly parted labia I could easily see little dewdrops of her nectar. I eagerly licked them up, and went on to add my saliva to the moisture at her entrance, and flick my tongue across her clitoris in a rapid, gentle strumming that soon had her moaning her pleasure. But she wanted more, and after reluctantly pulling herself away from me slightly, dropped to her knees, so that she was straddling my lap, her opening only a few inches away from my erection.
When she was situated, I gently took her face in my hands, and told her 'Sandra, there's no hurry on this. You are in control here, and I am not going to do anything to hurry you. This only happens if you want it to.
It only happens how you want it to. You can go as fast or as slow as YOU want; and you can even stop it at any time, and I will not complain, or be unhappy with you, or think badly about you. What happens here, now, is up to YOU – under NO circumstances am I going to say anything to
