Dorsai - Close knit family

I noticed that since the first time I'd seen her, her pubic fleece had not only filled in some more, but also covered more of her pelvis. It still wasn't so thick, though, that I had any problem seeing the skin underneath, or the cleft of her sex. When she felt my breath tickling the hairs of her lower mons, Donna quickly brought her knees up and spread them — not only opening herself to me, but tilting her pelvis up, and giving me a better view of what I'd wanted to look at since the first time I'd seen her nude.

With her spread before me like that, I didn't have any trouble seeing that her labia were thin, and almost delicate in appearance. They were slightly dark with her arousal, and the area between them was already glistening with the overflow of her essence. Visually tracing them upwards, I saw how they flowed together at the hood of her clitoris — which was already starting to pull back, exposing the precious nubbin it guarded.

As close as I was to the source, the pleasant aroma of her arousal was enough to make my mouth water in anticipation of finally being able to get the full flavor of her. When I couldn't fight it any longer, I gave in to the desire to bring my head forward; extending my tongue, I slipped the tip of it into the bottom of her cleft, and then slowly eased it upwards — across the entrance to her vagina, then between the petals of her labia, and ending the journey with a soft pass across her clitoris. When I'd started, she began to moan; but as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, she was releasing a deep and impassioned groan of obvious excitement.

The fluids that I'd collected proved to be a treasure for my taste buds — her oils were thin and light, their flavor fresh and pleasantly tangy. The second pass of my tongue through the valley formed by the ridges of her mons took a little longer, due to my desire to collect as much of her essence as I could along the way. When I got to her clitoris, I spent a few seconds gently flicking my tongue across it as she again groaned her appreciation, and arched her pelvis up in invitation for me to continue.

She proved to be a willing and eager recipient of my oral attentions; it took just a very few minutes for me to get her as aroused as I'd ever seen her. Always careful to pay attention to how she reacted, I patiently tried a number of different things with her to find out what she might like, and how best to do the ones that she responded to. Over the course of the next several minutes, I learned that she appreciated everything that I did to and with her; but that circling her clitoris with my tongue between bouts of rhythmically pressing on it dramatically increased her arousal and pleasure — as did the feeling of the tip of my tongue against her opening when I would collect the tasty juices that continually escaped her virginal sheath.

It pleased me immensely to raise her excitement and arousal slowly, because it give me more time to enjoy what I was doing to, and with, her. Moving my arms to her sides, I was able to reach up and take her breasts in my hands; as I tenderly ministered to them, Donna had her hands on my forearms, her grip on me letting me know that the added stimulation was appreciated.

Still, I was increasing her desires, and moving her closer and closer to an orgasm; as much as I would have liked to be able to keep going, there came the point where I knew she was going to climax again — and soon. By that time, I'd recovered enough that I could feel my cock starting to engorge again, because of the arousal I was feeling. It took only a few moments to decide not to tease her into having too strong of an orgasm so that she'd be able to recover a little faster -

and we could continue with her learning to use her mouth on me… perhaps even while letting me continue my feast between her firm thighs.

With that in mind, I slightly increased the rate that I was moving her toward release; it took little more than a couple more minutes before I felt her begin to tense up before the start of her orgasm.

The tip of my tongue was slowly fluttering across the entrance to her vagina when I felt her hands grip my forearms harder than I thought she even could grip me as she arched her back with the beginning of her climax. I felt her vaginal opening clench underneath my tongue, and simply HAD to pull my head back to watch as it went through a series of extended "winks" at me in time with the spasms running through her body; each time her opening relaxed, a small trickle of her oils would be released for me to quickly lap up before withdrawing so that I could watch as she repeated the cycle. I suspect that I was prolonging her orgasm, but she was simply too damn tasty to let the escaping juices go to waste…

Later than I would have wanted, but sooner than I was afraid they would, the waves of pleasure coursing through her faded to nothing — leaving her gasping. After giving her one last pass with my tongue, I helped her straighten her legs again before moving up to lay next to her. Taking her in my arms, I held her next to me as she tried to get her breath back, slowly and gently stroking her back as I softly talked to her. When I felt her small hand press lightly against my chest, I released her to lay on her back again. Looking up at me, she said "When I heard about somebody doing that, I thought it sounded like it might be kind of nice, and sexy. But I never thought that it could make me have an orgasm !"

Smiling, I told her "Honey, if you think something is sexy, and the person you're with is doing it so that you like it, almost anything can help you have an orgasm. You wanted to find out what that was like, and I like doing it enough that I wanted to help you learn how good it could feel."

Her delight at hearing that I liked eating her pubescent snatch was plain as she told me "I thought you liked doing that. I mean, after I saw you lick Karen's juice of your finger that time, and the way you kept doing the same thing with me… I just didn't know you liked it that much — what you were doing was great! Will it be like that when I do it to you?"

I couldn't help but laugh a moment before answering "I don't know that there's any way of finding out if women and men experience climaxes the same way. Because that part of us is way back in the animal part of our brains, I kind of suspect that it might be close; but it's still different because we're different sexes. But I can tell you that it'll feel good for me — probably as much as what I was doing felt to you. And if you make me climax… well, that's all that really matters, isn't it?"

She recognized the point I was making, and smiled at me as she nodded her head. A few moments later, she realized that my semi-erect cock was laying on her leg. She looked down at it, then up at me, before asking "You're ready? You're getting excited again?"

I grinned as I told her "Well, I'm getting excited because of how much fun we've been having, and what I was doing with you. But as you can see, I'm not quite 'ready' again."

That last part earned me a look of abused patience before she asked "Wouldn't it help if I started learning how to do to you what you were doing to me?"

I cupped her breast in my hand, and gave its nipple a couple of passes with my thumb as I answered "Yeah, it would help. And if you want, I can keep going with what I was doing to you while you're doing that."

Seeing the slightly confused expression on her face, I explained "You're heard about '69'?" She nodded, and I told her "Think about how the numbers look, and I think you'll understand."

She did, and it wasn't but a second before her expression bore both delight and anticipation. She started to move, but when my hand stayed on her breast, she turned her head to look at me again and heard me tell her "It doesn't really matter which one of us is on top, but it's usually best if it's the smaller person, so that both of them are more comfortable for longer."