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I unsnapped the waistband of her jeans and lowered the zipper. I could almost feel the humid heat rising in waves from the v-opening. I began kissing below her breasts, working my way down over her abdomen.
That's what you call that part of the torso on a woman in her condition "abdomen." "Belly" is too soft a word. From the definition of the muscles crisscrossing her tummy, it was obvious that she'd been burning calories with serious exercise. I could easily find the ridges of hard muscle beneath the smooth, minimal layer of normal, healthy human fat by tracing and exploring with my tongue.
That's just what I did: explore with my tongue. I traced and delineated every smooth ripple of firm abdominal muscle, always working lower, and as my tongue finally found and reached the limits of her opened zipper, her hands came down to either side of my head, pushing me lower, always lower.
As deep as the V went, it didn't reach deep enough. I couldn't even touch pubic hair with my tongue and had no choice but finally to halt and stand.
"Put your arms around my neck," I whispered -- mostly because my voice wasn't working quite right at that moment -- and she complied willingly. My plan was to stand with her hanging on me and push the jeans down off her narrow hips. Would've worked, too.
But she also put her legs around me, just above my hips, hooking her ankles behind my back.
"Bed?" she breathed and pulled her mouth close to my ear. Her tongue, wet and serpentine, wriggled into my ear. "Bed?" Her breath was fire on me.
"Buh," was all I could say. I cupped her tight little jeans-clad ass in my hands, one paw under and covering each cheek, and walked through my home office, down the hall and into the bedroom. She was kissing my beard and ears all the way.
I bent at the foot of the bed and braced myself with my hands. She released her leglock on my waist and brought her hands down over the front of my shirt, undoing buttons as she went. When I straightened she rolled lithely to her knees and pushed my shirt back. Her blouse and bra were in complete disarray, her lush breasts exposed and quivering. Her nipples -- I can't stop thinking about how her nipples looked with those nubbly aureoles and the immensely swollen nozzles turning almost purple.
Her hands were busy, unsnapping the waist of my slacks and dragging down the zipper. She pushed the jeans down and then my briefs and my dick popped free, standing straight out and pointing at her face like some turret gun tracking its target.
She grabbed my penis and for the first time, after knowing her for something like four years, I realized how small her hands were. True, my dick is a bit on the thick side -- about an inch and three-quarters in diameter -- but that's within the standard variation. No one has ever swooned at the sight. And her fingers barely reached around it.
She rolled onto her side at the foot of the bed, putting my dick almost exactly on the same level as her face. Her mouth, to be precise. She ducked her head forward and began moving her tongue around my glans swirling. That's something you may have heard of, but let me tell you: I've been with a few women and the awkwardness of the movement usually restricts it to something that's really pleasant, but not accurately described as "swirling."
She swirled. Her tongue was agile, experienced, limber and long enough to do the job. Not to mention, tireless. She moved it around and around my fat dick head, all the time moving her lips closer and closer to my glans. Her slim little fingers were gripping the base of my cock, her tongue was swirling, her lips were nearing, and from time to time she'd glance up at me and her eyes would sparkle.
Her other hand? She was playing with her breasts, caressing them briefly and spending a lot of time pinching and twisting her nipples a lot more vigorously than I would have. Even laying crossways on the bed, she could almost have straightened her lithe legs. I reached down and caressed her face. She closed her eyes dreamily and pushed her head forward a little more and fastened her lips around the head of my dick. She let go of the base of my cock and reached up to rest her delicate hand on my hip. She guided me toward her a little bit, then back. As I pressed forward, she took about half my cock into her mouth.
Her tongue did amazing things to the underside of my shaft, and her cheeks were drawn inward with the force of her sucking. I caressed her face again and she shivered slightly. I traced my finger around the side of her mouth, up her jaw to her ear, then back down to where my dick was outlined through her concaved cheeks.
Her flush had spread to her fabulous breasts. My hand went farther. I caressed the beautiful swells, using just my fingertips to glide over the silken, full flesh of the undercurves -- or what would have been the undercurves. They were already firm; aroused and laying on her back, the stood up like pale hills.
Still, when I touched her like that, she sucked even harder and her tongue did amazing and mysterious things. I brushed my fingertips across her hard little belly, then began pushing her jeans down over her hips. She wriggled, sinuous and smooth as an eel, and then she wore only pale blue -- sodden -- panties, cut high across her thighs. I pushed them down, too, and then she was naked before me on my bed. In the dim glow that filtered through the blinds, I saw that her pussy was topped with a small tuft of fine sparse curls, but the border was too uneven for it to have been trimmed.
I knelt astride her head and slid my hands under her butt. I couldn't believe how tight her asscheeks were! It was exactly like holding two little mounds of hard foam rubber...but considerably more pleasant. I began kissing and licking just above her knees. When I slid my hands to the back of her knees and pulled her legs open, her sucking hesitated. When I pressed my lips to the taut flesh on the inside of one shapely thigh, I felt her groaning around my turgid dong. The vibrations were excruciating on my swollen, over-sensitized cockflesh. My balls were starting to tighten ominously.
I licked higher on her thighs, forced by the disparity in our heights to slide back until my dick as threatening to pop out of her mouth -- which was the idea at the moment: I didn't want to cum so quickly.
But Elly had other ideas. She arched back and up, maintaining her lip-grip on my glans as long as possible. And she was clamping her thighs back together as my tongue approached her barely furred cunt.
I slid back a little farther and my dick popped out of her mouth. I licked around the edges of her pubic hair and then pressed my tongue down between her tightly clamped thighs to brush as much of her labia as I could. Her musk was almost dizzying in fresh sweetness.
She gasped and her hands came down to push my head away.
"Stop!" she hissed. "You're starting to lick me...down there."
"I know," I said. "I'm trying to."
This seemed to stun her. "You mean -- you want to lick me down there?"
"You betcha. Or don't you like it?"
"Well, sure, but -- you really want to?"
I knelt upright and locked down, past my throbbing cock, at her.
"Been craving it."
"But then I can't suck you! I'm too short to -- "
"I know, but if you keep doing those lovely things, I'm going to cum in your mouth ."
"Ooooo...I hope so!"
Her hands were back on my hips, anchoring her so she could pull herself up and get my dick back in her mouth from underneath. "I want you to cum in my mouth," she breathed hotly onto my glans, her tongue flickering onto the underside of my shaft for unnecessary emphasis.
She used her hands to urge me to lay back. She rolled to her hands and knees on the bed. "I want you to lay back and let me suck you and -- "
Who was I to refuse a lady? Especially since as she talked about it and as her tongue touched my cock, her hips began to move as if she were being soundly fucked. She was, I realized with a dull thud, one of those women who gets off on sucking cock. Heh.
I sprawled crossways on the bed, with my legs hanging off at the knees. She scrambled over me, brushing me with her luscious tits in the process, and arranged herself perpendicular to me. Her face was at my groin.
She took my cock into her hot mouth again and this time she moaned as she sucked it slowly into her face. My dick hit the back of her throat and she groaned, backed off, then shifted her angle a bit. She took it slowly back in and kept gulping until she had her lips into the coppery hair around the base of my cock and her nose was pressed flat against my abdomen.
This time I was the one who groaned. She sucked powerfully on me. She began to back my dick out of her throat. When only the head remained between her lips, she slowly pushed her face down again. I reached down with one hand and caressed her hair and her shoulders, then slid my hand over her torso and squeezed her cute little butt. I brought my hand under and around to cup one big tit.
She quickened her pace slowly, inexorably. As she came down, my hand was pressed between her breast and my abdomen. I could feel her swollen nipple grinding hot and pebble-hard into my palm. I rubbed a little bit and she groaned. Her groan vibrated my dick, eliciting an answering groan from me -- which seemed to excite her still more. Her hips were hunching slowly, almost grinding at the empty air. She was sucking harder and bobbing a little faster.
I felt the tingling buzz through me and whispered, "I'm cumming now, Elly." She moaned loudly and her hips pumped rapidly, demandingly. She sucked hard and her hand came up between my shaking thighs. Her fingertips grazed my balls and I could hear and feel her gasp as her ass lurched and then she got my cream in her mouth.
I came like a newly released convict. The stuff erupted out of me into her mouth and when the first spurt splashed into the back of her throat, she started to shaking all over. She sucked harder, almost frantically, and a second geyser flooded her mouth. She swallowed and dived her head down and back up halfway, working her throat and lips and tongue over my pulsing shaft, milking my dick and balls. I had the presence of mind -- barely -- to pinch her nipple sharply and her hips jerked sharply, rapidly, as she drank my cum and had an orgasm.
When she got the last of my cum, she slowly relinquished my limpening dick by pulling her still-sucking mouth backward, her tongue all the time working wildly on my shaft and finally on my glans. When my shriveled dick finally popped out of her mouth, she used her tiny fingers to raise it. She lapped at my cock like a kitten getting the last of the milk from a saucer. When her tongue rasped over my glans, I almost screamed from the sensation; my dick was much too sensitive at that point.
She flopped on her side with her cheek on my abdomen and her face toward me. Her hips still moved, but now languorously. I rested my hand on the side of her face and caressed her.
"C'mere."
She frowned. "Why?"
I pulled her up to me and forced her to sprawl across me. Her breasts were crushed -- but not nearly flattened -- against my chest. I moved to kiss her, but she jerked her head away.
"I've still got some of your stuff in my mouth!"
I took her head in my hands and forced her face toward me. I kissed her as sweetly and gently as I could, on the eyes and nose and finally on the lips. She kept her mouth tightly closed for a moment.
I pulled back. "I want to kiss you, Elly."
She looked bewildered, but relented. Our tongues danced for a few moments. She was telling the truth; she still had some of my semen in her mouth. It didn't bother me in the least, but she seemed to get uncomfortable and I was beginning to have a suspicion of why.
I let her back away from the kiss. She looked at me strangely for a moment, then: "Can I ask you really personal question?"
I grinned like a damn fool. "Gee, I'm not sure we know each other that well, Elly. A personal question? Gosh, I dunno. I mean, it's not like we've ever shared any intimate moments."
"Is that your sarcastic way of saying I can ask?"
"Exactly."
"Are you bisexual?"
I stared at her. She had honestly stunned me with that one. I just shook my head, numbly. Finally, I managed to ask: "Why?"
"Well, you just came in my mouth and wanted to kiss me and it's like you don't mind the taste of, uh -- "
"Semen. The word is `semen.' Or `cum.'"
"Well?"
"It's not my favorite taste, but I don't mind it -- at least, not my own. I don't think I'd be so tolerant of another guy's semen." I ran my hands down her back and pulled her closer. "But, Elly, you don't seem to mind the taste; why should I?"
"That's different." She said it as if it was something that was self-evident. "I'm a girl."
"A woman."
"Whatever."
"There's a difference."
"I had big tits when I was thirteen, and I'd already started to have my period."
"And you were still a girl, then. Did you always like the taste of semen?"
"Well, sure, it's okay. I guess."
"Do you like it?" I put the emphasis on "like."
"Not particularly," she said, "but I really don't mind it."
"But you had an orgasm when I came in your mouth."
Her eyes got suddenly heavy-lidded. "Oh, yeah, well, I really like feeling that in my mouth, all that stuff spurting so hot and thick, and feeling you moving and hearing you groan and knowing that I'm doing that to you, making you feel like that while you give me the cum right out of you, like you're feeding me and--"
She shivered and I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest. Her legs had parted; her thighs were opened to either side of my left thigh and she was slowly rubbing her mons up and down against my leg. Thinking and talking about sucking me off was turning her on. I had the brains to realize it wasn't me, in particular, but the mere idea.
Now, let me set the record straight here on something. It may sound like she's some not-too-bright young Polack bimbo with big boobs and a bottomless throat. Yes, she's Polish, young, has big breasts and a bottomless throat. But she wasn't and isn't some bimbo. She was a bright kid and she's a smart young woman. She's always been -- at least, for the four years I've known her -- smart and sensitive and sometimes startlingly perceptive and introspective. She'd graduated high school with her peers after being left back twice in grade school (parochial, of course) for something called "defiant and insubordinate behavior" and dropping out of high school for a year. Yet she was bright enough to catch up on the earlier stuff and return to high school and graduate on schedule.
But she had the idea that it was dirty to have a man give her pleasure with his tongue and mouth. At the same time, just the thought of swallowing semen had her hot and ready to rock and roll again.
Continued in part 3...