Dorsai - Taxi

She graced me with a smile, and answered "Yeah, I've heard that before – at least, the Chinese doll part. But it was always from people that saw me with all my clothes on; never from anyone that saw me naked like this. My ex-boyfriend told me one time that he felt like he was fucking a little girl, which wasn't something I wanted to hear – I've always thought that my tits were too small, and that I didn't have enough hair; you know, between my legs. When I had to shower in gym classes with the other girls in High school, I always figured I looked like I was, like, five years younger than them, or something. Some of them even teased me about it, and that just made it worse."

"Well, trust me on this – you look lovely, just like I said. If they gave you crap, it was probably because they were all jealous!"

She brightened considerably at hearing that, and asked "So, are you just going to look at me, or do something?", teasingly.

I didn't bother answering, at least not in words. I just lowered my head and gave kissing her my best shot. When our lips finally separated, she looked up at me with a little surprise on her face before saying "Whoof! I guess you are going to do something with me!", pleased with my efforts.

My first considered action was to lower my head and take one of her small, dark nipples between my lips and start sucking on it as I used my hand to again enjoy the cool softness of her skin wherever I could reach it – and I tried to reach as much of it as I could.

Once I had the one of her nipples hard again, I happily changed over to apply myself to the other as Jenny ran her fingers through my hair and moaned her pleasure at what I was doing. When I'd gotten that nipple fully erect, it was back to the first to 'freshen' it before returning to the second. Back and forth I went, until I had both of them standing proud from her puckered areolas and glistening with my saliva. The scent of her was thick in the air, and it took me only a moment to decide what my next target would be; it was a matter of just a very few seconds before I started slowly kissing my way down her body as I headed for my next goal.

Knowing where I was headed (pardon the pun!), and why, Jenny readily spread her slender legs even more to make room for me. I took advantage of the opportunity to run my hand up and down the full length of her legs, delighting in their firm smoothness, and the texture of her skin. When I finally slipped between her thighs, I was low enough on her body that I was immediately presented with the view of her sex.

Above, her pubic thatch was small and sparse enough that I could easily see the skin of her pudendum underneath. At the bottom of the small wedge of her hair, the hood of her clitoris was readily visible, with her clit itself starting to peek out at me. As my previous view had suggested, her inner labia were small and thin – and now I saw that they were dark with her arousal, too. They neatly framed her opening, which was starting to overflow with her woman's essence: the was already a small, thin trail of her oils beginning to make its way toward the crinkled rosette of her anus. Seeing it, there wasn't anything for me to do but to extend my tongue, and run it from the bottom of her perineum to her cleft, collecting not only the wayward sample of her musky/tangy juices, but drawing a loud moan of arousal from her.

Before dipping my tongue into the honeypot of her nectar, I took a few moments to delight at the sight before me; when I'd fully appreciated the uniqueness that was Jenny, it was on to the happy task of finding out just how much pleasure I could bring her.

As it turned out, I could bring her a lot of pleasure.

My first considered action was to extend my tongue and draw it slowly up between her vaginal lips – and collecting a goodly portion of her essence in the process – before fluttering the tip of it across her clitoris in an effort to encourage it to come out and play.

Her response to that was encouraging (at least, I took a deep groan and the spreading of her thighs even more as encouragement), so I did it again. Several times.

It wasn't long before she was moaning almost continuously as she arched her pelvis up toward my face. With the teasing I was giving her clitoris, it wasn't long before it came out to where I could see it. I was surprised to discover that it was appreciably larger than it had first appeared: it was easily the size of a very large pea, and apparently quite sensitive. Every time I ran my tongue across it, she would release a deep groan of pleasure and arch herself up even more. Between that, and the way I was cycling between trying to fuck her with my stiffened tongue, gently nibbling and sucking on her delicate little labia, lapping up her abundant juices, and 'nibbling' at her clit with my lips, she was rapidly getting more and more aroused and excited.

As much as I was enjoying the hell out of what I was doing (and the response I was getting!), I wanted to get her off, too, after she'd done such a fine job on me earlier. Still, I didn't pass up the opportunity to wet a finger with her oils and begin gently probing her opening to find out if I needed to do anything special. Much to my surprise, I found that she was surprisingly small and tight inside. Either her ex-boyfriend was hung like a field mouse, or she'd been doing without for longer than she'd admitted to. Whichever it was, I knew that I was going to like having her wrapped around me. Still, to make sure I didn't cause her any discomfort, I carefully went about stretching her a little – something made much easier by how wet she was inside and how happy she seemed to be with the added attention on my part; particularly when I switched from just my index finger to using my ring finger and pinkie together.

Between what I was doing with my lips and tongue, and what my fingers were engaged in, it wasn't long before I could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm. As she got nearer and nearer to her release, I slowed my actions more and more, drawing things out for her (and frustrating her, judging from the whimpering moans) in an effort to make it as good as possible for her. Finally, when I could tell that she was at the ragged edge, I had mercy on her and fastened my lips around her clitoris and gave the tip of it a furious tongue-lashing.

The way her thighs tried to slam together – with my head between them – she damn near broke both of my eardrums even as her sopping-wet vagina clamped down on my fingers so tightly that I couldn't pull them out of her. All I could do was wriggle them around inside her in time with the clenching of her vaginal muscles, intensifying and drawing out her climax.

I was suddenly surprised by the sudden appearance of a volume of liquid on my hand; I initially thought that she'd lost control of her bladder. But since I didn't detect the smell of urine, it was pretty obvious that hadn't happened. I was watching her as best I could when I felt even more wetness flow onto my hand. I managed to tilt my head down enough to see it as a small wave of fluid gush out of her; I don't know if it was the legendary "female ejaculation" or just the clenching of her vagina pushing out her oils – either way, it impressed the hell out of me, as well as turning me on even more.

Small as she was, though, there was only so much climaxing that her body could do before things began to taper off, and finally stop. When her legs fell apart, I was happy to discover that I hadn't lost my hearing, though it was still a little difficult getting my fingers back from the Chinese Finger Trap between her legs!

I slowly kissed my way up her body – with a brief detour to suck on her nipples a bit more – until I was again face-to-face with her. I admit that I was more than a little surprised at how long it took before her eyes opened up; and even then, it took a few more seconds before she really recognized me. When she did, though, her beautiful face got positively radiant before she managed to whisper to me "Holy crap! That was one hell of an orgasm!"