her into the bedroom. Once there, I sat her down on the edge of the bed, and had her lean back.
I sat down cross-legged on floor in front of her, and when I spread her legs a little, could see that the crotch of her panties was thoroughly drenched – not only did she
I reached forward, took the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them off her as she raised her hips. When I'd gotten them free of her feet, I lifted them to my face, looked her squarely in the eyes, sniffed the crotch of them, and smiled at her. She smiled back in acknowledgement, and I tossed her panties onto the bed next to her. I took her by the ankles, lifted her legs, moved my hands to the backs of her knees, and spread her legs, so that they were resting on my shoulders – giving me a wonderful view of her mons and vaginal lips (already glistening with her wetness). I scooted forward a bit, so that I wouldn't be in such an awkward position, and started kissing the insides of her thighs – about halfway between crotch and knee – and gently 'biting' at them with my lips.
I'd progress a couple of inches toward her crotch on one leg before switching over to the other one, and each time I switched legs, I'd start from a little farther from her crotch than where I'd finished before.
Ultimately, though, I reached her vaginal lips – which I gave only a brief suckling before starting the process over again, only from the top fringe of her pubic hair and mons. This time, though, as I got closer and closer to her vagina, her pelvis was starting to move, as though trying to locate my lips and tongue. Again, when I reached her vaginal lips, it was only for long enough to give them a couple of slow licks before starting to gently suck and bite her entire crotch – always around, but never on, her vagina and clitoris. By now, her vaginal lips were fully extended, and her lubrication was starting to make its way down toward her anus; she was moaning almost constantly, and was starting to beg me 'Please… more… don't.. tease.. me… please…'.
I finally had mercy on her, and started tracing her inner lips with my tongue – they were definitely swollen, though still rather thin. They were slick with her juices, and I had no trouble tracing their folds from back by her anus and up toward her clitoris. Each time I would trace the 'inside' of one of them, I would dip my tongue into the entrance of her vagina; never far enough to actually penetrate her, but always enough to make her think I was going to. Each time I did that, she would spread her legs farther apart, and arch her pelvis up, opening herself to me. She was also wet enough that her juices were freely flowing – what I didn't lick up with each pass of my tongue was sliding down and wetting her rectum.
I'd had her ass cheeks in my hands until now, but I released one of them so that I could reach up and start playing with her breasts softly pulling on her nipples, squeezing them, caressing her breasts, and stroking her from her breasts to her mons. Gradually, she responded by taking hold of my hand with one of hers, and holding it on one of her breasts while she used the other hand on her other breast herself.
When she did that, I pulled my hand back, and took hold of her cute little ass cheek with it while I continued to tongue her cleft and clitoris. I settled into a rhythm of licking the outside of her vagina still slightly entering it with my tongue – from the bottom to the top, pausing to make little circles around her clit before starting over again.
I kept this up for several more minutes, gradually concentrating more and more on her clitoris, though still taking little 'dips' into her vagina, not only to keep her clit from drying out, but to savor the sweet slipperiness that was inside her.
As I focused more and more on her little nubbin, she moaned and sighed more and more, as well. It wasn't too long before I could feel her starting to tense up in preparation for a climax. At that point, I did to her what she'd been doing to me: stopping the climactic stimulation, and going on to something else, so as to prolong the experience. In my case, that was to stop rubbing her clit, and start licking her vaginal lips, and sucking them into my mouth before penetrating her with my tongue. I heard a groan of frustration at that, but it was soon replaced by more moans of arousal as I continued my attentions to her vaginal opening. When she started arching her pelvis up at my tongue again, I went back to the stern-to-stem licking of her mons; and was eventually at the point of teasing only her clitoris. Again, when I felt her tense up, I stopped circling and rubbing her nubbin with my tongue, and went back to giving her tasty little vagina my attention; and the response was another groan of frustration. We went through the whole sequence again, and the last time I left her clitoris for her vagina, I started massaging her anus with one of my fingers, and as I stimulated her vagina, started working my finger into her rectum, using the abundant lubrication to ease the way.
As I licked and sucked on her inner lips, I would slowly work my finger in and out of her anus, always being careful not to move too quickly, and being sure that my finger was well-lubricated. At first, she was slow to respond to my oral administrations; but as she became accustomed to having my finger in her, and grew to like the sensations it produced, she rapidly returned to her former level of arousal – if not becoming even more stimulated. When I looked up at her, I could see that in addition to everything else, she'd also taken her panties, and laid them across her face so that
This time, when I had again worked my way from her slit to her clitoris, I had decided to finish getting her off. By the time I was focusing exclusively on her clitoris, I was able to move my finger in and out of her anus readily – she was readily accepting what was happening there, and even enjoying it. I continued teasing her clitoris by rubbing it in little circles, first firmly, then more gently, than firmly again, and so on. As her breathing got quicker and quicker, I slowed my rhythm on her clitoris, maintaining a steady pressure, so that the last little bit before her orgasm became 'the longest yard'. Finally, though, I felt her tighten up again – far more than any time before – and she started moaning deep in her throat as I felt her little pink rosebud tighten around my finger. As her first spasm started, I removed my finger from her clitoris, and replaced it with my mouth: sucking on her little nubbin in time with her contractions as I moved my finger in and out of her anus in full, long strokes, as though fucking her with it. That seemed to be more than she could take, and her sounds changed from simple moans and sighs, to full-fledged screams and other unintelligible noises. Her first spasm lasted several seconds at its peak, and it was followed by several more only slightly-less-powerful contractions; as each contraction ended, I could feel her rectum 'flutter' as it relaxed around my finger. Gradually, the spasms lessened in intensity until they stopped completely; but the entire process must have lasted a full minute or more.
When her orgasm finally died down, I slowly withdrew my finger from her anus while continuing to softly lick her again-hidden clitoris; it seemed as though her ass didn't want to let go of its new friend. I took a few moments to lick up some of the copious fluid she'd released before standing up. I moved onto the bed next to her, pulled her up so that she was laying on it completely, and laid next to her, holding her in my arms as she recovered from what must have been the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.
Eventually, she caught her breath, and when she'd recovered some more of her senses, turned toward me with tears in her eyes, and hugged me with all her might, thanking me for what I'd just done for her. I held her like that for a couple of minutes as she quietly cried all over my chest and shoulder.
Finally, the waterworks dried up, and I asked her if she'd gotten enough exercise to have an appetite – a question that brought a smile to her face.
She nodded, and I told her that if she'd join me for a*quick* shower, we'd get dressed and I'd take her out for something to eat. With that, she jumped up, took me by the hand, and led me into the bathroom, where we shared a surprisingly quick (but efficient) shower before getting dressed.
We both put on clean clothes (she even 'dressed up' enough to put on a bra, which I 'checked for proper fit' – causing a paroxysm of laughter from her). While she was 'getting ready' (checking her hair, etc), I went in, shut down the computer, and generally neatened up the apartment – mostly consisting of collecting the scattered clothing we'd shed thus far.
When she (finally!) decided she was ready, I asked her where she wanted to go, and she said 'Someplace with tables and chairs and waitresses!', and off we headed, ultimately winding up at a Big Boy restaurant (her choice).
While we were out having supper, Robyn behaved like an absolute angel: considering how she and I had spent the last couple of hours, she didn't play any sex games or anything else. She just acted as though she were my daughter, and we were out having supper because 'Mom' had to work late, or something. We drew a few looks, but they were uniformly directed toward Robyn: men and boys of various ages, simply looking at her to appreciate her beauty.
Supper went by without any problems (other than Robyn embarrassing herself by how much she ate); on the way home was another matter. We hadn't any more than cleared the parking lot of the restaurant when Robyn was unfastening her blouse – and when she'd removed it, taking off her bra.
