'Christ,' he said, 'Where was the Goddamned sexual revolution when I was in high school and really needed it?' B.E. shook his head. My face fell, because I was certain that he was about to order me out of his house. Why did I have to be so truthful? Why did he have to be so accurate in his guesses?
But instead of the expected reaction, B.E. reached out and took one of my breasts in each hand. He stared at my face as he squeezed the firm mounds, and I licked my lips to show him that I dug it. Between his fingers, my nipples sprouted, even harder, even longer. He bent in closer and let his tongue slide across my stiff teats before he caught each in turn between his tight lips for some pulling and suckling. I sighed in relief.
He laughed. 'And I had to wait twenty years to get one. Well, if you're in the mood for education, so am I. Come along.' He led me across the room, my hand in his, and both of us were laughing because I knew it would all be right and good for me flow.
Two doors faced us, and he guided me through the one on the right-hand side. His bedroom was sparsely furnished, too, with just a bed, a chair, and a small chest of drawers. This must be the ascetic life that everyone says is far superior to materialism, but I wondered where I'd put all my clothes in a room like this me. B.E. did a courtly bow and indicated the bed, which was rumpled and unmade, though the sheets were pretty clean.
'Don't you want to know why I'm doing this?' I asked taking off my panties and hauling my wiggly onto the mattress.
'Later,' he said, undressing. His clothes were plain and utilitarian – just a shirt, sleeves rolled up and sweat stains at the armpits, and a pair of faded denims. Underneath, nothing except his erection, which lurched into the open and pointed in my direction. 'Well, my compass is still working,' he observed drily, and then he was on the bed with me, making it shake as he did a four-point landing at my side.
I rolled onto my back, legs open, knees up, and I reached down to spread the lips of my pussy for him. His cock wasn't extraordinarily big – Rocky's had been larger and, compared to the twelve-incher Jill had described to me, B.E.'s tool was pretty small. But it was stiff, the knobby tip glowing like a polished ruby, and I smacked my lips to imagine it rammed up me, thrusting with muscular hardness.
He rejected the invitation. Instead of fucking me right on the spot, he covered my snatch with his hand, kneading me there as he applied his mouth once more to my engorged nipples. If I'd thought them hard a few minutes ago, I was learning differently now. My nips swelled in the trap of his mouth and throbbed excitedly as his tongue lashed them to ever lengthening erections. He sucked me as if he meant to draw milk from my tits and, who knows? If he'd kept on sucking just like that, he might have gotten himself a warm sweet mouthful.
B.E. rubbed my pussy vigorously as he nursed my breasts, and his mouth was busy, shifting from tit to tit and kissing and licking the tingly flesh of my cleavage en route. He sucked me, he bit me, he chewed me, but his mouth was gentler and more experienced than Rocky's had been. I sighed and purred, and always the sensations rolling in my bosom were erotic and delectable. My hand caressed his head as he suckled, and I found a small balding spot at his crown which I massaged with loving, grateful fingers.
Slowly he began to abandon my breasts. His lips shifted under the curves of my titties, nuzzling me there where it was ticklish and arousing, and almost before I know it he was on my ribcage, his tongue fluttering across my skin like a little bird walking down my body.
He found my navel and rimmed it with his tongue. I hadn't known how good that could make a girl feel, but I found out very quickly. 'Mmmmm, don't stop, please,' I hummed, even as he moved further south, toward my waiting delta.
B.E. relaxed his handhold, but I kept wiggling my bottom as friskily as though he were still squeezing my cunt. I was wet by then, and my labia were so aroused and sensitive that the friction of pressed-down cunny hairs on them was likely to drive me batty. B.E.'s tongue dragged through my pubic beard, dividing the curls and streaking the skin beneath, and he was upon my slit itself before I knew it.
No one had ever licked my pussy before, and my first reaction was that it was a million times better than being fucked or than diddling myself. His tongue traced the outer swell of pussy lips, moving up and down and all around them before he parted me gently with his fingers and stole in to worship at the shrine of my vulva itself.
By that time I was as wet as tough I'd just pissed myself. The whole room seemed full of the scent of aroused snatch, and I was getting wildly drunk on the aromatic, sexual smell. My head flipped from side to side and I noticed on one toss that his body was placed at an angle to mine, head and feet reversed. If I stretched my left arm just so, I could get him by the cock.
And I did, my fingers closing around the six-inch pride of his body. Without his clothes, B.E. looked more wiry than skinny. He was tight and trim everywhere it counted and, lying abed, it didn't matter that he was a couple of inches shorter than I am. A bed makes everyone the right size. And his dick seemed exactly the right size for my hand to play with as he went about the task of introducing me to cunnilingus. I felt him pulsate against my fingers, and I squeezed him lovingly as that pulsation continued.
He had me split wide by then, though not painfully. His fingers pulled me open, and my tender but excited labia tingled beneath his caresses, oral and digital. Inside, I must have looked like a bathtub full of water, and I thought I could hear a squishing every time he touched my juicy cunt, but that could only be my inflamed imagination working overtime. Still, I was very moist, and his tongue and fingers increased the degree of moisture expertly.
My clit was erect, too, but he was ignoring it for the time being. All his attention seemed concentrated upon the mouth of my hole. He reamed it with his tongue, slithering around and around, poking shallowly now and then with his thumb, and I kept pushing my snatch up, tying to suck his nose and chin into me. Whenever he leaned into my cunny, his lower body seemed to pull away from me, and I gave his peter a pulling that caused him to shake and shiver just a bit. He couldn't stay cool and calm forever, I was discovering.
I had my first orgasm by spontaneous combustion, because he still hadn't gotten his lips or fingers onto my clit when the eruption went off inside me. It was a good orgasm, the kind of sudden creamy oozing I can get almost anywhere, anytime, just by sawing my thighs upon my pussy in a special, unobtrusive way. Especially in study hall, when I don't hate any lessons to work on. The feeling is nice, but it usually fades very quickly in spite of the momentary high of release, and somehow I knew that B.E. wasn't about to stop so soon.
Not at all! He put his thumb at the base of my clitty and started to push my nub around, not actually touching it, but arousing the shit out of my fleshy trigger. I could feel it pulsating, just, the way his cock was throbbing in my hand, and I moaned for happiness. The mouth of my pussy was like a warn, mucky swamp, and without warning he eased his other thumb into the hole. Not very far – just enough to let me get a cuntal grip on his thumb. I started squeezing him with vaginal muscles as he moved to my love button with hand and mouth.
The thrill of that first orgasm was just wearing off when he began to lick my clit, and it was like a breath of wind across a dying spark. The fires swept into life afresh and I nearly jumped off the bed. His fingers squeezed the flesh around the base of my bud, causing the clitoris to push up, wet and gleaming – I could look down between my tits, across my tummy, and see him in action – and he covered that wet, gleaming nub with his mouth.
His teeth scraped me, so unexpectedly I screamed, though not exactly from pain, and his tongue slithered across to lick away any hurting he might have caused. My trigger quivered and trembled as he adored it with his mouth, and I could no longer concentrate on the handjob I'd started to give him. Oh, I still had a grip on him, a grip so Goddamned tight, it's a wonder I didn't cut off circulation in his cock, and it got even tighter whenever his lips sucked hard on the nipple-like extension of my clit. My ass bobbed on the bed, and when he wasn't right down on me, sucking and mouthing, I was trying to fuck myself up and get him started again. Everything inside me was turned to jelly. I was an entire orgasm that had finally happened.
'Oh, God,' I screamed, 'I didn't know it could be like this!' It was like I was being kicked in the belly over and over, but from the inside out. That's the only way I can describe it. And he wouldn't let go! He held onto me like a dog with a rabbit, and my cunt jerked and shuddered uncontrollably as one orgasm became another and still another after that. He had that one thumb stuck in my cunny hole, and the muscles of my pussy were shucking and contracting on him as if he were a fucking cock. This, I thought insanely, was what Jill had found for herself. And now I'd found it, too!
He raised his face from my pussy, but my orgasm continued even without his active sucking and licking. Getting his thumb out of my cunt was a slightly harder proposition, because my snatch was snatching fiercely, possessively, but somehow he managed it. Which meant that I lay writhing and twitching and moaning on my own, unaided by any external stimulation. But the itch between my thighs – how could I live another moment if there
