Dorsai - Jan

Even as I continued my tactile activities on the rest of her, I applied myself to first one, then the other, of her breasts: sucking on her nipples and laving them with my tongue; placing my mouth over different parts of her breasts and softly sucking on them; washing her entire breast with my tongue; applying feather-light kisses to random spots on her breasts, and between them; taking her nipples between my teeth and ever-so-softly chewing on them; and using my lips to gently 'nibble' on her areolas.

She let me go on like that for several minutes before her arms finally started to tire; when she raised up again, I could see traces of my saliva glistening on different parts of her breasts, and nipples. She sat there, panting slightly in arousal, for a few seconds before I put my hands on her buttocks again, and with a slight pressure, indicated that I wanted her to move forward. She scooted forward a bit, but when I continued the pressure, raised herself onto her knees; when she did, I carefully moved my arms between her legs and my waist, so that they came up behind her. Guiding her again, I got her to move forward until she was nearly to my chest; at that point, she seemed to realize what I wanted to do next, and readily moved herself the rest of the way, until her knees were on each side of my head.

Lifting my head, I first kissed her on her mons, just above her clitoris. A moment later, I stuck my tongue out, and placed the tip of it at the bottom of her vaginal opening. Then I curled it upward, between her vaginal lips and across her opening, finishing by softly stroking her clitoral hood. I looked up, and saw a faint concern on her face; my response was to repeat what I'd just done. That seemed to reassure her, and she quickly got into the spirit of the situation: spreading her legs even farther, and lowering herself a bit, so that I didn't have to raise my head so far to reach her.

I reached up and took hold of her breasts, and a moment later, she covered my hands with hers, guiding me. I bend my legs and moved my feet, so that my thighs formed a backrest for her – which she quickly took advantage of; the change in her position gave me better and easier access to the parts of her that I was most interested in at the time. It also made it easier for me to see that she had somewhat thin labia, deep pink in color from her arousal. They were medium-to-long, and very smooth, glistening with her arousal and my saliva.

As I explored her pubis with my tongue, I soon found that she had a very light, very faint tang to her juices – not at all unpleasant; quite the opposite, in face, when I got used to it. I also discovered that thought not prone to creating large amounts of fluids, her vagina was certainly wet enough: her lubrication didn't flow out of her very much, but when I probed her opening, there was still plenty of it available.

The first time I pressed my tongue a little way into her vagina, she gasped loudly and pressed herself against me; taking that as encouragement to continue, I gradually pressed my tongue farther and farther into her, until I was penetrating her as much as I could with the probe available to me at the time. Her apparent arousal deepened in proportion to how much of my tongue I was able to slide into her; by the time I couldn't hold my tongue stiff any longer, she was moaning almost constantly.

When I pulled my mouth away from her labia, I started to gently suck her clitoral hood; she flung her legs open as far as they would go, and hunched her hips forward, pressing herself even harder against my lips.

I increased the suction slightly, and began to pull on it with my lips in a soft rhythm; in only a minute, her clitoris was fully erect. I was pleasantly surprised to find that once erect, her clitoris was slightly larger than I'd expected – perhaps the size of a large pea, and quite firm as I twirled it with my tongue – something that nearly got my ears fused to my head when her thighs slammed shut against my head as she released a deep, loud groan of obvious arousal. I continued my efforts, though, varying them slightly until I found the pressure and rhythm that suited her – and in only a couple of minutes, had the pleasure of giving her what seemed to be a fairly substantial orgasm, as her body shuddered through several spasms, and her vaginal opening fluttered against my chin.

As it finished, she gave a couple of shivers, relaxed her thighs – I was happy to discover that, yes, I could still hear – and opened her eyes to look down at me, her face flushed but radiant with the afterglow of her release. Again able to move my head, I let it lay back as she moved back to put her pelvis on my waist again, then lean forward so she could look straight down at me.

She smiled at me for a few moments before letting herself lay down completely, on my chest. As she pressed her face into my neck and throat, I could still feel it as she started to speak a couple of times, before finally telling me "When you, uh, tasted me that first time, I was so afraid that there would be something bad about me inside, and that you wouldn't want to go on."

"Candice, I knew that you were careful about keeping yourself clean by your smell – not just your body, but there, too; so I wasn't worried about how you might taste. In fact, from my experience, every woman tastes a little different; I like it, since it's a part of what makes each of you unique."

I could feel the warmth radiating off her as she blushed, but didn't say anything.

After a bit, though, she did manage to almost whisper "I was *really* curious to find out what it was like to have someone use their, uh, mouth on me like that; but I was kind of nervous about letting someone actually do it – I didn't know how they'd react, or whether or not I'd like it."

"Well, now you know how*I* react, and I don't think it's too much of a leap to say that you seemed to like it."

"Like it?! Heck, I loved it! That was great!"

And with that, she rested herself on her elbows, so that we were face to face; and with a grin on her face, moved in to kiss me – KNOWING that she was also going to get a small taste of herself, as well.

Our lips met, and we were soon checking each other's tonsils. After a bit, she finally pulled back from me again, and after smacking her lips a bit, said "Hmmm. I think I could understand why you like to do that.

You said that every woman tastes a little different – then they taste a little the same, too?"

"Yeah, I suppose – not a lot the same, but a little bit."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then grinned and blushed at me before saying "I, uh, kinda like the way I taste; I don't think I'd mind, uh, finding out what other women taste like, too!"

"You might, at that. Just be careful, is all – there are still a lot of people out there that wouldn't be happy with that idea, and might want to hurt you because of it. And, of course, there are still diseases out there that would last a lot longer than any pleasure you might get from a single woman."

She seemed mildly surprised by my response, and asked "You don't mind?

That I might want to, uh, taste another girl?"

"Of course not. Why would I?"

"Well, I mean, they tell us at school that it's a sin, and…"

There, I interrupted her, to say "Candice, I think you know that I'm not a Catholic. I'm not even a Christian. Or Baptist, or Moslem, or Buddhist, or any other kind of religious 'ist'. As far as I'm concerned, then only real 'sin' is to deliberately hurt another person, for*any* reason. If it makes you feel good, and it makes the other woman feel good, and you're both doing it because you WANT to, then by all means, go on and enjoy yourselves. Anything you do is YOUR business, not mine or anyone else's; and if I, or anyone else, tried to tell you differently, I'd expect to hear you tell me – or them – to get stuffed, or go fly a kite, or anything else to get the idea across that it wasn't any of our business and to leave you alone. You know the Golden Rule, right?"