Dorsai: Kelly's adventures

With the taste of her on my tongue, I pulled my head back a bit to have a look at her womanly flower: thin vaginal lips fully extended and parted, framing the glistening entrance to her womanhood; her Mound of Venus covered with a dark, dense, but surprisingly short and soft pubic hair. At the top of her cleft, her larger-than-usual clitoris was erect, and clearly visible. No matter how many times I saw it, the vision of her sex always delighted me.

Lifting my head again, I ran my tongue between her labia to collect another taste of her essence before putting my mouth over her mons.

Forming a rod with my tongue, I slid it into her opening as though it were a miniature erection, and started making love to her with it. I heard her moan of pleasure, and felt its vibrations in my erection.

Mischievously, I timed my penetrations of her to be opposite to the way she was sliding her lips up and down my manhood – as she was taking my penis IN, I was pulling my tongue out, and vice-versa. I'd done that to her before, and she told me that it always made her feel as though she was at opposite ends of the same penis – and got her very aroused. As I'd expected, it had the desired effect this time, too – in less than a minute, I could tell that she was getting even wetter and hotter inside as she started slowly hunching her pelvis against my face, trying to get more of my tongue inside her.

Sadly, I couldn't hold my tongue like that for as long as she would have liked. I finally had to let my tongue muscles relax a bit, and moved my attentions to her clitoris to begin softly 'milking' it with my lips.

That was something that she particularly enjoyed, and I felt her clitoris stand out even more from my attentions. I felt her deep-throat me a few times before she started dancing her tongue along the underside of my penis – she knew what I liked, too!

I continued tending to her nubbin for another couple of minutes before I felt the overflow of her essences touch my lip. Taking her clitoris between my lips, I softly sucked on it for a few seconds as I fluttered the tip of my tongue across it ever so lightly; and heard/felt her groan of pleasure as she pressed her pelvis against my face. When she paused to take a breath, I quickly moved to put my mouth over her opening again, and began lapping her secretions from between her vaginal lips as though she were the Flavor of the Month. Her response was to spread her legs more, inviting me to continue; which I gladly did. It wasn't long before I let myself start dipping my tongue into her again, delving into the source of her precious oils.

When I'd exhausted the immediate supply, I decided to stimulate production by taking one of her labia in my mouth and gently sucking on it as I softly pulled at it with my lips. She deep-throated me a couple more times, then went back to gently sucking on me as the let her tongue and lips wander along my length.

It didn't take much longer before the pleasure of what I was doing to her – and what she was doing to me! – began to have their effect, and I felt my scrotum begin to tighten up. With Kelly cupping it in her hand, she knew when it happened, too, and quickly increased her efforts to bring me to a climax. I didn't want to leave her 'hanging', and reciprocated by focusing my attentions on her still-erect clitoris by circling it with my tongue as I applied varying degrees of pressure to it. I knew my actions were having the desired effect when I felt her start a rhythmic thrusting of her hips against my face as I continued to stimulate her sensitive nubbin. Even as she was responding to my actions, I was responding to hers – I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my release as Kelly continued to use her mouth and lips and tongue to stimulate me.

I finally got her to the brink of orgasm, and held her there for several long seconds before pushing her over the edge with a rapid fluttering of my tongue across her clitoris. When her climax started, she pressed her mons against my lips, and I happily started a gently sucking on her clitoris in time with her spasms. What I didn't expect was the prolonged moan of pleasure she released, and how quickly it would push me into my own release – even as she was drawing a breath after the first wave passed through her, I was flooding her throat with my seed. It was a challenge for both of us to continue our attentions to the other, but we managed; when it was over, Kelly all but fell off of me to lay at my side, both of us gasping for breath as we tried to recover from our pleasure.

Kelly was the first to move as she slowly managed to turn herself around so that she was lying head-to-head with me. I managed to roll onto my side, and ease myself over so that I was next to her. I laid my arm on her belly so that I could hold her breast in my hand; she put one hand on my arm and the other on my thigh before I said "Yup. That's definitely a better way to wake up than that damn alarm clock!"

Mustering what little enthusiasm she had left, she rapidly nodded her head in agreement before both of us started laughing. And we had an even harder fit of laughter when 'that damn alarm clock' did go off.

But, as planned, it did get us up, and moving – first to shut it off, then to make our way into the bathroom for a shared shower. I took the opportunity to caution Kelly to enjoy the hot water while she could – there wasn't any guarantee that anyplace we stayed at outside of Manila would have genuinely hot water; more likely, we'd be showering in tepid water, at best. I knew she was paying attention to what I told her when she elected to enjoy it for an extra minute or two after I got out and started drying off.

Dried, rested, and again fit for public viewing, the two of us made our way down to the lobby. There wasn't any sign of Marlyn, so we elected to have a seat on one of the surprisingly comfortable couches available.

When we first sat down, Kelly started to move to pull my arm around her; I pulled it back, and whispered to her "I'd love to – but the rules here are that public affection isn't a good idea; even for American tourists." Kelly smiled her understanding, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

We'd been seated only a few minutes when we saw Marlyn enter the hotel.

Kelly and I both got up, and moved to meet her.

She saw us moving toward her, and changed direction to meet us halfway.

Once we were close enough, Kelly and I both greeted her in Tagalog while she responded in English.

"It's been a long time since I was last in Manila, so if there is a place that you would like to recommend, or a place that you prefer, I would be more than happy to hear about it." I told Marlyn.

"There are several places near here that would be fine. Do you have any preference?"

Kelly told her "I loved the chicken adobo we had on the plane; so I'd like to try some more Filipino food, if you don't mind."

Marlyn smiled, and said "I don't mind, at all. Too many of the visitors I work for want to go to restaurants that feature their food, so I seldom get to go to the better Filipino restaurants. I know just the place, and it is right on the next block over."

Kelly and I both voiced our agreement, and Marlyn started for the door, then stopped and turned around. Kelly looked at her quizzically, and Marlyn told us "Dan, I am sure you know what to watch out for, but I think I must tell Kelly. Tonight, in the dress you are wearing, you don't have to worry about it so much, but any time you are wearing *anything* with pockets, you have to watch out for the children. Many of them are pickpockets, and will steal from you. You will also see people begging. No one will stop you from giving them money, but I have to warn you that many of them are not as disfigured or poor as they look. I know that Dan will be watching out for you, and so will I. But if anything happens, and you find yourself separated from us, do not let anyone try to help you – just stay where you are, in a public place, and one of us will find you. Never, ever go into a dark place without one of us with you. You are an American tourist, and it is not likely that anyone will bother you very much, except to try and sell you things for too much money; but sometimes, things happen. What is your expression? Oh, yes – better safe than sorry."