It was only a few minutes' "work" to get the ends of both of her mounds hard, and faintly glistening with my saliva. My next considered action was to begin placing my open mouth over random places on her breasts, and softly trying to suck them in; as I was engaged in that task, I slowly and carefully moved my body over hers. When she felt one of my legs between hers, Donna groaned softly as she eagerly moved her legs apart to make room for mine. Positioned and ready to continue, I gradually shifted my attentions lower and lower on her body — from the firm symbols of her femininity to her stomach, then belly; next was the smooth expanse of her abdomen, and the landmark of her cute navel. When my mouth reached that lonely terrain feature, I delighted in kissing and licking it; and even sucking on it, to her vocal appreciation.
My nose told me that I was having the desired effect on her — I didn't have any trouble detecting the perfume of her increasing pleasure, and that gave me the impetus to continue my journey. My lips found the hair on her pelvis to be soft and fine, and I was more than willing to slow my advances so that I could softly pull on it with my lips. Another minute, and I had reached my goal — the mound of her sex, and particularly the lower half of it, between her smooth thighs.
I noticed that since the first time I'd seen her, her pubic fleece had not only filled in some more, but also covered more of her pelvis. It still wasn't so thick, though, that I had any problem seeing the skin underneath, or the cleft of her sex. When she felt my breath tickling the hairs of her lower mons, Donna quickly brought her knees up and spread them — not only opening herself to me, but tilting her pelvis up, and giving me a better view of what I'd wanted to look at since the first time I'd seen her nude.
With her spread before me like that, I didn't have any trouble seeing that her labia were thin, and almost delicate in appearance. They were slightly dark with her arousal, and the area between them was already glistening with the overflow of her essence. Visually tracing them upwards, I saw how they flowed together at the hood of her clitoris — which was already starting to pull back, exposing the precious nubbin it guarded.
As close as I was to the source, the pleasant aroma of her arousal was enough to make my mouth water in anticipation of finally being able to get the full flavor of her. When I couldn't fight it any longer, I gave in to the desire to bring my head forward; extending my tongue, I slipped the tip of it into the bottom of her cleft, and then slowly eased it upwards — across the entrance to her vagina, then between the petals of her labia, and ending the journey with a soft pass across her clitoris. When I'd started, she began to moan; but as I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, she was releasing a deep and impassioned groan of obvious excitement.
The fluids that I'd collected proved to be a treasure for my taste buds — her oils were thin and light, their flavor fresh and pleasantly tangy. The second pass of my tongue through the valley formed by the ridges of her mons took a little longer, due to my desire to collect as much of her essence as I could along the way. When I got to her clitoris, I spent a few seconds gently flicking my tongue across it as she again groaned her appreciation, and arched her pelvis up in invitation for me to continue.
She proved to be a willing and eager recipient of my oral attentions; it took just a very few minutes for me to get her as aroused as I'd ever seen her. Always careful to pay attention to how she reacted, I patiently tried a number of different things with her to find out what she might like, and how best to do the ones that she responded to. Over the course of the next several minutes, I learned that she appreciated everything that I did to and with her; but that circling her clitoris with my tongue between bouts of rhythmically pressing on it dramatically increased her arousal and pleasure — as did the feeling of the tip of my tongue against her opening when I would collect the tasty juices that continually escaped her virginal sheath.
It pleased me immensely to raise her excitement and arousal slowly, because it give me more time to enjoy what I was doing to, and with, her. Moving my arms to her sides, I was able to reach up and take her breasts in my hands; as I tenderly ministered to them, Donna had her hands on my forearms, her grip on me letting me know that the added stimulation was appreciated.
Still, I was increasing her desires, and moving her closer and closer to an orgasm; as much as I would have liked to be able to keep going, there came the point where I knew she was going to climax again — and soon. By that time, I'd recovered enough that I could feel my cock starting to engorge again, because of the arousal I was feeling. It took only a few moments to decide not to tease her into having too strong of an orgasm so that she'd be able to recover a little faster -
and we could continue with her learning to use her mouth on me… perhaps even while letting me continue my feast between her firm thighs.
With that in mind, I slightly increased the rate that I was moving her toward release; it took little more than a couple more minutes before I felt her begin to tense up before the start of her orgasm.
The tip of my tongue was slowly fluttering across the entrance to her vagina when I felt her hands grip my forearms harder than I thought she even could grip me as she arched her back with the beginning of her climax. I felt her vaginal opening clench underneath my tongue, and simply HAD to pull my head back to watch as it went through a series of extended "winks" at me in time with the spasms running through her body; each time her opening relaxed, a small trickle of her oils would be released for me to quickly lap up before withdrawing so that I could watch as she repeated the cycle. I suspect that I was prolonging her orgasm, but she was simply too damn tasty to let the escaping juices go to waste…
Later than I would have wanted, but sooner than I was afraid they would, the waves of pleasure coursing through her faded to nothing — leaving her gasping. After giving her one last pass with my tongue, I helped her straighten her legs again before moving up to lay next to her. Taking her in my arms, I held her next to me as she tried to get her breath back, slowly and gently stroking her back as I softly talked to her. When I felt her small hand press lightly against my chest, I released her to lay on her back again. Looking up at me, she said "When I heard about somebody doing that, I thought it sounded like it might be kind of nice, and sexy. But I never thought that it could make me have an orgasm!"
Smiling, I told her "Honey, if you think something is sexy, and the person you're with is doing it so that you like it, almost anything can help you have an orgasm. You wanted to find out what that was like, and I like doing it enough that I wanted to help you learn how good it could feel."
Her delight at hearing that I liked eating her pubescent snatch was plain as she told me "I thought you liked doing that. I mean, after I saw you lick Karen's juice of your finger that time, and the way you kept doing the same thing with me… I just didn't know you liked it that much — what you were doing was great! Will it be like that when I do it to you?"
I couldn't help but laugh a moment before answering "I don't know that there's any way of finding out if women and men experience climaxes the same way. Because that part of us is way back in the animal part of our brains, I kind of suspect that it might be close; but it's still different because we're different sexes. But I can tell you that it'll feel good for me — probably as much as what I was doing felt to you. And if you make me climax… well, that's all that really matters, isn't it?"
She recognized the point I was making, and smiled at me as she nodded her head. A few moments later, she realized that my semi-erect cock was laying on her leg. She looked down at it, then up at me, before asking "You're ready? You're getting excited again?"
I grinned as I told her "Well, I'm getting excited because of how much fun we've been having, and what I was doing with you. But as you can see, I'm not quite 'ready' again."
That last part earned me a look of abused patience before she asked "Wouldn't it help if I started learning how to do to you what you were doing to me?"
I cupped her breast in my hand, and gave its nipple a couple of passes with my thumb as I answered "Yeah, it would help. And if you want, I can keep going with what I was doing to you while you're doing that."
Seeing the slightly confused expression on her face, I explained "You're heard about '69'?" She nodded, and I told her "Think about how the numbers look, and I think you'll understand."
She did, and it wasn't but a second before her expression bore both delight and anticipation. She started to move, but when my hand stayed on her breast, she turned her head to look at me again and heard me tell her "It doesn't really matter which one of us is on top, but it's usually best if it's the smaller person, so that both of them are more comfortable for longer."
It wasn't but a moment before she told me "Yeah, I think that would be best for us, too." After she'd said that, she started to move again, and I let my hand fall from the warm mass it had been holding.
I rolled over onto my back again, and it didn't take long for Donna to realize what she should do if she wanted us to be able to use our mouths on each other at the same time. Getting to her knees, she positioned herself next to my head, and let me help guide the way as she lifted one leg and moved it to the other side of my head. She looked down at me and smiled before leaning forward enough to put her hands on the bed; supporting herself that way, she carefully got herself in position so that her head was right over my penis, then lowered her body so that it was resting on mine. She was enough shorter than I was that that put her cute little butt and other fun parts a bit out of range; I grabbed a pillow, and after folding it over and tucking it behind my head and shoulders, found that I'd be able to resume my previous efforts without excessive difficulty.
It was a mild, but pleasant, surprise when she didn't bother to ask what she could or should do — she simply took my penis in her hand and lifted it up enough to look at it; even more closely than she had when all three of them had been examining it. After just a few seconds, I felt her soft lips kiss the head of it; then a second later, the end of her tongue made a pass across it. Deciding that whatever taste there might have been was acceptable, she calmly wrapped her lips around me, just behind the crown.
As Donna began experimenting with what she could do to the head of my cock with her tongue, I took a few moments to look at the sight of her parted labia dividing the dark vee of her bush, with the fold of her clitoral hood peeking out at me. Above that, I could see the rosette of her anus, centered between the smooth globes of her cute little ass. It was truly a sight worth memorizing before I lifted my head and began my oral assault on her developing womanhood.
What followed was one of the best times of my life. Donna never paused to ask questions or seek suggestions; she plainly wanted to learn how to arouse and please me entirely on her own, and I left her to it — not only was what she was doing enjoyable as it could be, it also gave me ample time and opportunity to enjoy HER delights.
I don't know if she'd read about it, or figured it out on her own, but Donna never hurt me or made me uncomfortable in the slightest. All she did was experiment — extensively, carefully, and with attention to thoroughness. She tried licking me in various ways, using assorted techniques, all over my penis. Sucking, too, was tried in different ways and varying degrees of pressure. She experimented with trying sundry ways of using her lips on me. She used her hand to stroke me with a mix of pressures and tempos. My scrotum and balls were cupped and manipulated in a diversity of ways. None of it hurt, as I said, and all of it felt good to some degree; she wasn't in any hurry, and not above repeating something that got a particularly favorable response from me.
She had wanted to learn "how" and "what-if", and that's just exactly what she was doing.
For myself, I was having a dandy time where I was. I'd moved my hands to the firm orbs of her butt, and was having a fine time caressing and gently squeezing them as I treated my taste buds to her nectar, between bouts of teasing and stimulating her erect clitoris.
The way she was using her mouth on me was certainly pleasant, but not enough to move me toward climaxing again any time soon — and that gave me the idea to see if I couldn't give HER
an orgasm, or even two, before that happened.
I applied myself toward making that happen with a will — deliberately increasing the pleasure I knew I was giving her, and steadily ramping up the speed at which I gave it. It took only a few minutes for me to have her moaning around where my cock was buried in her mouth, as she arched her pelvis down toward me in her desire. I continued my efforts, and when I gently began probing at the entrance to her vagina a minute later, that was all she needed to let my erection slip from between her lips so she could cry out with the start of her release.
As her young body arched from the spasms of pleasure coursing through her, I put my mouth over her opening and softly sucked up the almost continuous trickle of oils escaping her — and tried to worm my tongue through her woman's portal at the end of each wave that passed through her.
Her orgasm lasted appreciably longer than the one before, and I felt it as her slender body came to rest on mine when her climax had passed, and she couldn't support herself over me any longer.
My hands on her delightful ass let me hold that part of her steady as I gave her a reprieve while she recovered from what I'd done.
As I felt the cycling of her breath on my cock, I tenderly kissed the insides of her thighs, alternating between them in a pattern that moved up and down in a line.
When her breathing had slowed, I heard Donna ask me "Uncle Ted, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"
I expect she could hear my smile in my voice when I answered "Yup. What you've been doing has felt good, so I thought I'd show you how much I appreciate it."
She considered that for a second before telling me "Could you warn a person first, next time? Geez! And I haven't even made you squirt again, yet, either!"
"I told you — you've been making ME feel good, so I wanted to make you feel good, too."
"Uncle Ted, that went way past just being 'good', and you know it!"
I chuckled, and told her "Well, I just wanted to make sure…"
I heard/felt as she released a heavy sigh; a couple of seconds later, she told me "If you think you can behave yourself, I'd like to try to help you finish again."
Hedging my bets, I told her "I'll promise to try and do my best." — something that I could tell she wasn't entirely reassured to hear. But she didn't let it stop her from raising herself off of me, and taking hold of my cock again. After she'd taken nearly half my length into her warm mouth, I lifted my head and began kissing the insides of her thighs again.
Knowing that she was pleasing me, and the impetus of the orgasm she'd just had, Donna apparently decided that she'd done enough learning, and began to apply the knowledge she'd gained thus far. As she used the things she'd learned, I gladly went back to arousing and stimulating her again.
While she had precious little in the way of experience, her enthusiasm for applying what skill she did have was more than sufficient to increase the pleasure she was giving me… and in no small measure, either. It was enough, even, that I found it prudent to increase MY efforts; something that only seemed to inspire her to try harder.
I doubt that it was deliberate on either of our parts, but it became something of a race to see which one of us got the other off first. Even today, I still think that it was because she had to recover a little more from the orgasm she'd had that kept me from being able to bring her to a climax first.
I was rhythmically sucking on her clitoris when she cupped my balls in her hand again, and started softly stroking my scrotum as she slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock — all while gently sucking on me and doing some rather fascinating things with her tongue. The cumulative effect on me proved to be too much, and I pulled my head back to (loudly) tell her