Dorsai - Taxi

Using what I'd learned and witnessed while the two of us were on the couch, I had a wonderful time with her breasts while my hand and fingers stayed busy even farther down. I knew my efforts were appreciated when she held my head in her hands as the duration and intensity of her sounds of pleasure increased. She seemed to particularly enjoy it when I gently chewed on her areolas and softly bit the hard erasers of her nipples.

The scent of her arousal was thick in the air when I decided that it was finally time I found out if she tasted as good as she smelled. Moving my body over hers, I covered her shoulders and throat in small, soft kisses, with brief side trips to softly nibble her earlobes before slowly kissing my way down her body. I delayed at her breasts long enough to freshen the coat of saliva I'd left on her nipples, and cover her breasts with small 'bites' from my lips; then it was time to continue my journey.

She readily spread her legs to make room for mine, and didn't show even the slightest nervousness or concern about what I was going to do – not even when my lips reached the edge of her pubic thatch. In fact, when I first kissed the inside of one of her thighs, she spread them even farther before pulling her knees up to open herself to me even more. My kisses started near her knees, and alternated from one leg to the other, each kiss a trifle higher as I slowly worked my way closer and closer to the core of her womanhood. After I'd finally kissed her on each of the creases between her pelvis and thighs, I got the opportunity I'd been waiting for: the chance to have an up-close, clear, and unimpeded look at her fully aroused womanhood.

And was damn glad that I did.

Her labia weren't particularly long or short, or thick or thin – what they were was as young-looking as if she were still a teenage virgin: smooth and straight, without the outer edges of them looking like dried-up old shoe tongues. They were visibly soft, and dark with her arousal. Between them, the opening to her sex was visible, the entire area glistening with her essence; at the top, her pea-sized clitoris was almost completely exposed.

It took me all of a zillionth of a second to decide that hers was the single best-looking pussy I'd ever seen.

Then, after I'd had the chance to extend my tongue and trace it along her cleft to sample her nectar, I decided that hers was the best-tasting pussy, as well: her oils were light and thin, fresh, and tasting vaguely spicy. I could only mourn the fact that I'd likely never get the chance to see and taste her again, and resolve to make the best of the opportunity that a particularly kind and benevolent Deity had given me.

The next pass of my tongue delved a little deeper, and extended a little farther to include her clitoris – and earned myself a deep, passionate moan from her in the process.

Over the course of the next several minutes, she couldn't have been left with any doubt that not only did I enjoy what I was doing, but that I particularly enjoyed doing it to her.

I knew that she liked what I was doing, too, from the variety of noises that she made and the way she arched her hips up in welcome each time my tongue dipped into her womanhood or fluttered across her clit. As wet as she was getting, and from the sounds that she was making, I knew that I was getting her close to an orgasm – and quietly resolved to make it a damn good one for her.

Softly sucking on her clitoris brought her to the edge, and I suddenly gave that up in favor of licking up the copious oils that she was producing, and then softly 'chewing' her labia with my lips. When she'd fallen back a little, I went after her clit again by gently 'milking' it with my lips until I'd again taken her to the brink – only to abandoning that to collecting her oils again, then trying to see how far I could get my tongue into her vagina. Only when she was nearly whimpering with frustrated arousal did I have mercy on her: gently fluttering my tongue across her clitoris, gradually slowing my actions as she got closer and closer to her climax. I managed to hold her on the verge for several seconds before a furious tongue-lashing pushed her into a deep, deep release that had her almost convulsing with the power of the spasms coursing through her body.

With her thighs all but fused to the sides of my head, I delighted in lapping up the waves of fluids that her vagina was pushing out to me, and prolonging her orgasm in the process.

When her legs finally fell away from my ears, I moved up to hold my body over hers so that I could softly kiss her on the forehead; once I'd done that, I waited patiently for her to get her breath back. It took a couple of minutes, but she eventually opened her eyes, and when she saw me, it took only a moment for her to wrap her arms around me and pull me down for a long, passionate kiss. After our lips had separated, her voice held a trace of awe as she told me "That was incredible – I had no idea that someone doing that to me could make me feel like that!"

I couldn't help grinning at her as I answered "Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy it. I like doing it, and you certainly tasted as good as you smell!"

"Would… would it be okay if I tried doing that for you, too? I've never done it before, but I want to learn, if I can make a guy feel that way, too – I mean, if you don't mind having to teach me…"

Gee, there's a question: would I mind teaching an attractive woman how to give blowjobs by letting her learn and practice on me?

"Kat, you don't have to do that on my account; but if you really want to, then yes, you can learn with me."

"What do I do first?"

"I think it would be easier and more comfortable for you if you let me lay down on my back. Then you can start however and whenever you want, and go however fast you decide you're ready to."

Smiling, she nodded her understanding, and waited patiently for me to move off of her and get myself repositioned. Once I was lying on my back, she didn't hesitate to sit up and get herself situated so that she was again face-to-face with my manhood. She wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to reach out and take me in her hand, but before she could go any farther, I told her "There are a couple of things that you need to know before you get started."

She turned her head to look at me, and I explained "First, I am not going to be upset or anything if you decide that you don't like doing that for any reason. If that happens, then just go ahead and stop, and we'll figure something else out. Second, it's been long enough that I can conceivably climax again if I'm stimulated enough – which brings us to the last thing: I'm perfectly willing to let you do that as long as you want to, so it's going to be up to you if you want to take it all the way and wait some more before we can actually make love, or if you want to stop before then so that we can make love. Again, I'm fine with either one. If you want to take it all the way, I'll let you know when I'm going to climax so you can decide what you want to do; otherwise, you can stop whenever you're ready for us to go on."

She smiled her understanding before turning her head to look at where she had my penis in her hand. After only a momentary hesitation, she lowered her head and softly kissed the end of my cock. A moment later, she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips before giving me a tentative lick.

Over the course of the next several minutes, I patiently and gently told her some of the things that she could do to please and arouse the male of the species. She was a willing student, and wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to at least try the different things that I brought up. Most important to me was that she was most careful about not doing anything that would hurt me – she didn't need to be told that teeth were a Bad Thing, she didn't squeeze or pull or or poke anything to excess, and as she began to get the desired results, her enthusiasm increased proportionately.