Dorsai - Jan

With that kind of encouragement, I did it again, with much the same results, and again, and again. Before long, her labia were fully extended and open, and there were enough of her juices on my finger that there was no chance of hurting her as I used it to stroke and rub her clitoral hood – making her clitoris even more apparent, and even bringing it out completely.

With her obvious arousal, I began exploring her labia with my fingers even more, and as I did, gradually sliding a finger between them, and entering her ever so slightly. Each time I did, I could feel her pressing against me in acceptance and encouragement. Eventually, I did slide the tip of my finger into her opening and held it there, leaving her free to move herself onto it or not. She did – at least, as far as she could. Above my head, I could hear her frustrated moan, and finished the job by pressing it the rest of the way into her, and hearing her gasp of pleasure. Using the palm of my hand to rhythmically press on her clitoris, I began slowly pistoning my finger in and out of her, feeling it as she relaxed her internal muscles to let it in, and clamping down to try and hold it on the way out. Only a couple of strokes were needed before her oils were thoroughly distributed, making my actions even easier. I continued like that, pressing her clitoris in time with the stroking of my finger, for a couple of minutes, until she had a small orgasm.

When it was over, I carefully withdrew from her, and heard her say "I… I want to taste It.", hesitantly.

I released her nipple from my mouth, so that I could watch her as I moved my hand up to her face. She gave my hand a little sniff, and then looking right in my eyes, put her lips around my finger, and began sucking her own oils off it. Watching her was an incredibly erotic experience, and I looked forward to finding out how deep her sensuality ran.

When she had cleaned it off, she let my finger slid from her mouth; and still looking me directly in the eyes, and with an impish grin, said "Hmmm. Different, but not bad. I think I could learn to like it, easy enough!"

I grinned back, then moved up to kiss her – and got a second-hand sample of what my next goal was.

When our kiss broke, I moved back down her body – pausing briefly to give each of her nipples a brief suckle and kiss. Once my head was below them, I went back to kissing her skin as I slowly moved my way toward her legs. I paused for a while at her navel, kissing and licking at it, and even blowing a brief 'fart' noise in it – and making her giggle – before continuing on my journey.

As I got close to my target, I moved myself to between her firm, smooth legs; when I looked up at her, the only expression on her face was that of eager anticipation – her eyes held only trust and confidence.

When I was finally in position to have a full view of her most intimate place, she willingly spread her legs even farther, and raised her knees up to give me a bit more room. That made her thighs more convenient to me, and I began by kissing the insides of them, starting at one knee, and working my way up, across, and back down to the other, careful to circle around her clitoris and labia. I then reversed the route, finishing up a trifle higher on her thigh than I'd started. Back and forth I went, each time shortening the distance, until I was finally kissing her on each side of the flower of her womanhood, and it's heady scent. With a final look into her eyes – and seeing only the desire for me to continue – I dipped my head down, and ran my tongue through her cleft from bottom to top, dipping ever so slightly into her opening, before finishing up by flicking my tongue across her clitoris a few times. The attention to her clitoris earned me a moan of appreciation and lust, and I could feel her thighs tighten on my head briefly.

Using my thumbs to spread her slightly, I took a few moments to examine her, and savor the view she gave me: her pubic hair thinned out rapidly from her opening to her perineum, leaving a clear view of her extended labia. They were thin, and of medium length; glistening smoothly from her secretions. As the top, they gently faded under her clitoral hood, which was fairly prominent. I could see the beginnings of her clitoris as it hid – but it was also clear that it was more than ready to make an appearance under the right conditions. Conditions that I was eager to arrange.

I looked up, and seeing a mild concern on her face, told her "You're lovely here. A womanly flower in full bloom – something that any man would delight to see."

She smiled in relief, and I didn't hesitate to again drop my head so that I could enjoy her most intimate offering.

I again dipped my tongue into her, gathering up a small sample of the nectar she produced, savoring it's fresh and tangy flavor. It was also a trifle thicker than I'd expected – but still oily and wet. For the next couple of minutes, I did nothing but lap at her secretions, drawing more and more of them out as my attentions had the desired effect on her.

Finally, though, I knew that I had to take care of the pleasant task of introducing her to the other pleasures she could feel from oral sex.

I quickly took each of her labia in my mouth, gently sucking on them for a few seconds before softly pulling them even farther away from her opening, and coating them with my saliva. Then I went on to put my whole mouth over the entrance to her vagina, and applied a mild suction, as though to tease her ample juices into my mouth – and earning myself a moan of arousal as she pressed herself against my mouth in encouragement. From there, I moved up to her clitoris, now more visible, taking it between my lips and gently 'chewing' on it as I softly pressed on it with the tip of my tongue. Again, I was rewarded with a gasping moan, and her thighs clamped down on my head to hold me in place. Only when I let my actions taper off did I feel her thighs relax, releasing me from her sweet bondage.

Over the next several minutes, I continued my attentions to her womanly center – each time I refocused on a different part of her, it only seemed to ratchet her arousal even higher, until, finally, when I was applying a soft, regular suction on her clitoris, she had a powerful orgasm, taking my head in her hands and holding my mouth to her pubis as her thighs clamped down on my head, as if trying to pinch it off.

Spasm after spasm raced through her body, each accompanied by a keening whine. As each spasm hit her, I would apply additional suction to her clitoris, in time and proportion to her pleasure.

Eventually, her orgasm tapered off, and she released her hold on my head, and her thighs fell apart. I easily moved up to lie next to her, holding her as she caught her breath and regained her senses.

A few minutes later, she suddenly rolled over to face me and gave me a fierce hug. When she finally let go, and pulled back from a little bit, I could see tears in her eyes and joy on her face as she told me "Thank you! You've made me feel so good! I've had orgasms before, but they were like when you were using your hand on me; I've never had one as wonderful as what you just did!"

With that, she took me in her arms again, and laid her head on my chest, where I could feel her tears dripping onto my skin. I put my arms around her, and held her as I told her "Sandra, that's what making love is supposed to be about – making the other person feel as good as you can, because you care about them. You trusted me to be the first to start teaching you about making love, and because you trusted me, I do care about you, and want to make it as nice as I possibly can for you."

"You mean there's even more?", she asked into my chest.

"If you want there to be, yes."

"As good as that?", a little awe in her voice.

"Probably. Maybe even better, sometimes.", I answered.