After that, the next several minutes were spent with the two of them comparing what they thought about what they'd done. A few questions were directed toward me, but my opinion of things was simply that I'd enjoyed the hell out of the experience, so there wasn't much for me to add to what they were telling each other. Listening to them talk, however, did leave me feeling both surprised (that they both concluded that it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do with a guy) and pleased (that they'd enjoyed it and were quite willing to do it again "sometime").
Their conversation had mostly tapered off when Eva turned toward me and asked "Billy, do you… do you want to learn about girls now?"
"Yeah, I'd like that — a lot. Especially with you two!", I assured her, and earning myself a pair of very pleased smiles.
"Which one of us do you want to start with?", Charlene asked.
I looked at her, and apologetically answered "I think Eve, if it's okay."
Charlene didn't bat an eye as she told me "Sure, that's fine. I mean, she is your sister…"
I looked into Charlene's eyes and sincerely told her "Yeah — and that's the only reason", so she'd know it wasn't because of anything else.
When I returned my attention to Eva, I saw that she was watching me closely and that she seemed to be sitting differently. It took a few moments for me to realize that she wasn't just tolerating having me looking at her and touching her body, but actually looking forward to it. The very first thing I just had to do, of course, was raise my hands and put them over her breasts. I think both of us released a soft gasp at that first contact, and as I began gently and carefully examining those most obvious signs of her femininity, Eva closed her eyes and pressed herself against my hands.
I was delighted with the feel of her mounds; they were somehow both firm and soft when I cautiously squeezed them, as well as smooth and warm under my touch. The peaks of her mammaries were already tight and crinkled, but when I started examining them with my fingertips, I was surprised and delighted to learn that they could get even tighter, and that her nipples could stick out more than I'd ever seen them before. I happily spent several minutes acting pretty much as you'd expect any adolescent boy would with his first pair of real, live breasts in his hands. But as nice as Sis' tits were to touch and hold, their dark pink summits were something I just had to get my mouth on.
As soon as I had Evas nipple between my lips, she released a gasp that was followed by a soft moan as I began to nurse at the pink peak of her breast. It was only a matter of a few seconds before I could feel her nipple getting longer and the areola grow harder as I laved them with my tongue. When I shifted my attentions to the other half of her bust, she raised her hands so she could put her fingers in my hair and hold my head in place — as if there was any danger I was going to stop any time soon!
I'd taken the few minutes necessary to bring both of Sis' nipples to full extension and was thinking of easing her onto her back so I could move my investigations even lower on her body when I got an idea.
I was still reluctant to release the hard rubbery nipple of her left breast from between my lips, but did it anyway so that I could raise up and move my attention to Charlene; it had occurred to me that I could alternate between them, rather than do all of my exploring with just one of them at a time.
Charlene initially looked a bit uncertain, and something told me to lean forward and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. Nothing overtly sexual or too affectionate, just a brief touch of my lips to hers to let her know that I cared and wasn't going to hurt her. She accepted the kiss, and when I pulled my head back, I could easily see that it had done just what I meant it to: let her know that I liked her, and that everything would be okay.
When I raised my hands again, I paused for a moment and looked into Charlene's face; she gave me a smile and brief nod, letting me know that she was willing for me to continue. Just as I'd done with Eva, my first contact with Charlene's bust was to simply hold her mounds in my hands. To my surprise, they somehow felt different than Eva's breasts — still both soft and firm at the same time, warm in my hands and smooth under my fingertips, but different none the less. I was more than happy to try and both qualify and quantify the difference as Charlene pressed herself into my hands with her eyes closed. Her longer nipples and darker areolas still fascinated me, though, and I soon gave in to the desire to really investigate them the way I wanted to. Even more so than the larger mass of her breasts, the peaks of Charlenes breasts differed from Evas and I spent several minutes fascinated as I toyed with them before finally giving in to the desire to see if they tasted different, too.
They didn't, really, but I was still glad to discover that they had a completely different texture and density than Evas, and cheerfully devoted myself to sucking and licking her areolas and nipples as she, too, softly moaned her pleasure at (and appreciation of) my efforts.
When I finally released the hard cylinder of Charlene's right nipple from my mouth and raised my head again, a slight motion at the corner of my eye caught my attention. When I turned to see what it was, I learned that Sis had already moved to lay on her back; the movement had apparently been a result of her moving one of her legs so that they were even more separated.
After surprising Charlene with another brief kiss, I started to move to where Eva was stretched out. As I did, she unhesitatingly lifted her knees and spread them before shifting her feet apart, too — leaving her fully exposed to my gaze.
As I moved to position myself in front of Sis, I saw that her nipples weren't much (if any) less erect than they'd been when I left them. When I lowered myself to the bed so that my head was close to her pelvis, I was greeting with the part of the aroma I'd noticed before: the unique scent of aroused female.
As I was getting my first close and intimate (!) look at the particulars of a grown woman, I was also comparing the scent that I found so alluring to what I'd detected earlier. It wasn't difficult to recognize Evas contribution, and that left me with some idea of what awaited me with Charlene; but until then, I had the opportunity to familiarize myself with my first-ever real, live female pussy.
The cleft of Eva's sex was readily visible in the strip of blonde curls that ran from the bottom of her opening to just a couple of inches short of her navel; even as I was looking at her inner lips, I saw them get a trifle darker, as well as marginally thicker and darker. As I was watching that happen, I understood that that was just one of several ways that a girls body changed as she became more aroused
— and it also told me that Sis was getting turned on more than a little bit from having me looking at her that way.
I needed only a very few minutes to learn what I wanted to know about what was easily visible.
Remembering how patient and gentle Sis and Charlene had been with me, I slowly reached toward Sis'
pelvis with my hands to softly and carefully use my thumbs to spread her labia so I could see what lay beyond. As I did, a small droplet of fluid trickled out the bottom of her opening, accompanied by a sudden increase in the intensity of her smell. With a much clearer view of a girls workings in front of me, I didn't bother following up on the thoughts that ran through my mind just then and chose to simply take note of the event so I could think about it later. That left me free to focus all my attention on examining and learning what I could about a girls sex parts. Like all the kids in our school district, I'd gotten the basics of sex education including generic drawings of the parts of both genders. That made it a fairly easy matter to identify her clitoris and all the rest of the parts before I started really looking at them.
Not having anyone else to compare her to, all I could do was take note of the fact that Eva's clitoris looked to be about the size of a small pea; her inner lips looked to be somewhat thin and short. She jumped a little bit when I made my first tentative touch on her clit, and told me "It didn't hurt, exactly, when you touched me there, but it was uncomfortable because your finger was dry."
After considering the possible solutions to that problem, I went with the one that seemed to be the most fun and educational: collecting some of the liquid I could see leaking out of her. When I softly ran the tip of my finger across her opening, Sis moaned softly as she lifted her hips slightly. I repeated my action, and got a nearly identical response from her before I went back to try and learn what I could about her clitoris. With my finger lubricated with her oils, I again softly touched the small pebble of flesh at the top of her cleft — and got even more of a reaction than when I'd brushed across the entrance to her vagina. That was all it took to get me involved in finding out how much of what kinds of things I could do to pleasure her. As it turned out, just about any kind of gentle rhythmic pressure or contact was enough to add to her arousal. Under her tutelage, I learned what she liked in particular, and it didn't take long for me to bring her to an orgasm. When her clitoris disappeared back under its cover of flesh, there wasn't much for me to do except watch as her woman's opening clenched and relaxed in time with the waves of pleasure I could see going through her body. I also saw that she was apparently getting wet enough inside that her oils were leaking out of her. When all that was left of her orgasm was a few residual shudders, I carefully collected as much of her oils as I could on one of my fingers and brought them to my nose — and almost immediate had to stick my finger in my mouth to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled. I was thoroughly delighted that she did, and didn't hesitate to move my head so that I could try to lick up whatever of her nectar I could find.
The first pass of my tongue went across her opening and on up to brush against where her clitoris was hidden — and earned me an impassioned "Oh God yes!" as she arched her hips up off of her bed. Thus encouraged, I did it again and again and again… and each time, that small and simple action on my part drew a sound of pleasure from her. Remembering how she'd reacted when I'd drawn my finger across the entrance to her vagina, I went about trying to find out what I could do there with my tongue to add to her arousal; it didn't take me long to discover that she particularly liked it when I tried to see if I could worm my tongue through the incredibly tight ring of her portal. It turned out that I couldn't, but it wasn't from lack of trying on my part, or willingness on Evas: simply pressing against her opening aroused her tremendously; actually trying to penetrate her had her arching herself up in welcome as she did her best to open herself up to me. She got so excited, in fact, that there was a nearly constant trickle of her oils escaping the confines of her womanhood, which I eagerly lapped up.
My tongue began to get tired long before I was ready to give up trying to get it into her, and I finally decided to shift my attentions back to her clitoris. When I looked at it, I could see that it had shed its cover and was readily available to whatever tender actions I chose to administer. My first considered action was to simply give it a few light caresses with just the tip of my tongue; that quickly had Sis moaning throatily as she pressed her pelvis up toward me. Since I didn't need my hands for what I planned to do, I moved them alongside Evas body so that I could hold her breasts in my hands. Then when I used my tongue to begin toying with her clitoris again, I also started playing with her nipples -
gently pinching and pulling on them, rolling them between my fingers, and so on. Having both (all three?) sensitive areas being stimulated added to her excitement and arousal tremendously, and it wasn't long before the only sounds she could make were unintelligible noises of pleasure.
There was no mistaking the fact that Eva liked what I was doing, and I was certainly enjoying it, so I took my time about learning everything I could about how to eat pussy. Along the way, Eva had not just one, but two orgasms; the first was a little stronger than when I'd used my hand, the second was a lot stronger — enough so that I reluctantly decided that I'd better stop "just in case". Even then, I simply couldn't resist making one last pass across her vaginal entrance so I could collect a final taste of her essence.
When I lifted my head from between Sis' thighs, I looked over at Charlene and saw that she in awe of what she'd seen Sis go through. She finally noticed that I was looking at her, and when she turned her head to look at me, she blushed before saying "I… I never knew that a girl could have that many orgasms in so short a time, or that they could be that strong! Are… are you going to do that to me, too?"
"If you want me to, I can sure try", I answered.
Seemingly stunned by the possibility of experiencing anything like what she'd witnessed, Charlenes eyes got big before she slowly nodded and softly told me "I… I think I'd like that…"
I just smiled at her before answering "Let's get Eve back together first, though, okay?"
Both of us turned to where Sis was laying, and I could tell that her last orgasm had really had an effect on her. Although her eyes were open and she was alert, it was pretty obvious that she was feeling kind of weak and still trying to catch her breath. Charlene and I both moved close to her and helped get her sitting up again; when she was mostly vertical, Sis told us "I never even dreamed that somebody doing that to me could make me feel that good. I mean, it wasn't any one thing you did… it was how everything you were doing was, like, multiplying all the rest of the things you did. That was the first time I've ever had two orgasms so close together like that, never mind having the second one be so strong." Turning to Charlene, Sis told her "You are going to be so glad when he does you…
seriously. He tries all kinds of things to see what you like, then he does them — a lot. And I'd swear that he likes doing it, too!"
I couldn't help chuckling when she said the last part, and telling both of them "I do like doing it. Eve, I thought you tasted as good as you smelled, so it was fun for me to be able to do that and make you feel good. I'd be glad to do it again any time you want, even!"
That got me an appraising look from her before she looked between Charlene and me and said "I heard what both of you said… and you were a dear to want to make sure I was okay, Billy. But I'm sitting up now, so you two go ahead now — I'd really like Charlene to find out what it's like to feel as good as Billy made me feel."
Charlene suddenly looked shy and a little apprehensive. Without even thinking about it, I leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the cheek and softly told her "It'll be okay. You'll see."
That reassured her enough that she was willing to shift herself around, and then lay down and stretch herself out. She still looked more than a little nervous, and it wasn't difficult to figure out why: her abbreviated penis was once more standing fully erect from her mons. Somehow knowing that it was the right thing to do, I stretched myself out next to Charlene, but propped up on my elbow. Looking down at her, I asked "You're worried how I'm going to react to this, aren't you?" as I gently took her erection between my fingers.
She nodded apprehensively, and I told her "Well, you don't have to be. Yeah, it looks enough like a regular penis that it's going to take me a little bit to get used to it. But there's not so much, and the resemblance isn't so close, that I can't get used to it, either. If you've got the courage to let me, I'm willing to learn what I can do to make you feel good — all of you. If I do something dumb, or hurt you in any way, I need you to let me know… because the last thing I want to do is make you regret sharing yourself with me this way. I already told you that I think you're pretty, and fun, and nice; I really do like you, and I don't want to mess that up. Okay?"
She managed to give me a smile before telling me "Thanks, Billy. I'll be okay now, I think."
I lowered my head and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips; that was followed by another kiss to her cheek, her throat, and collarbone as I slowly blazed a trail down her body. I detoured briefly to bring her nipples to full erection again before moving down her abdomen and the dark wedge of pubic hair at its base. As I got close to her pelvis, she readily moved her legs apart and didn't have any visible reaction when I moved my body between her legs. A minute or so later, I found myself facing the erect appendage that I'd so recently had in my hand. I looked up to see how she was responding and saw that she was watching me, but without any overt sign of nervousness or concern.
Taking that as implicit permission to really look, I did just that: looked at the miniature version of the manhood that I sported. Taking it between my thumb and forefinger, I moved it around so that I could examine it from several different angles and learned that it really was more like an extended or oversized clitoris than a penis: it didn't have the opening at the end that my own cock did, for starters.
Nor was the end of it shaped like my penis, or any of the others I'd seen. Up close like that, I could see that it was even smaller than my little finger, too, and had only the rudiments of any kind of covering like a foreskin. Looking up at her again, I asked "It isn't covered all the way, like Eves clitoris is.
Doesn't it get sore?"
To my surprise, Charlene smiled slightly as she answered "Not usually. I'm okay as long as I wear the softest panties I can find."
I just nodded my head in acceptance, and went back to checking her out. I finally decided that there wasn't anything for me to do but give in to the temptation to give the shaft of it a few strokes before asking "Does that do anything for you?"
"Not really. I mean, it kinda feels okay, but nothing more than that — not like it seemed to for you, anyway. The whole thing… it's more like I've got my clitoris on the end of some kind of extension, than anything else."