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All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are willing participants the activities which make us this story. I broke this story down into multiple pieces not because it made sense that way, it was to keep the segments short enough to post without have a story spanning a dozen pages or more. All these segments represent one time between our characters. There will be other moments which deserve their own chapter
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"Don't worry, we'll clean that up later," you said as you stood up behind me. Moving around to face me, you moved your hands up and started cleaning my cum off each one. One slow lick cleaned off your left arm before you lowered yourself and used your mouth and tongue to clean the cum off my still hard dick. Standing up again, you ran your tongue over the outside of your lips, taking in the last of the cum covering your mouth.
"My turn," you said as you grabbed my hand and started moving towards the bed.
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"Don't rush it," you said as you stopped in front of the bed and looked at me. "You just came, so you should be good for a few minutes. Take your time with me."
My mouth was dry, but I managed to mutter, "Okay. I've only done this a few times."
"Don't worry. I'm going to teach you everything you need to know. First thing you need to understand is that there is a difference between making love and pleasuring me and fucking me. Making love is about being slow and making a connection with each other. Both of us need to be pleasured and enjoy it."
"And fucking?" I asked.
"Pure, animal sex. When I want to fuck, I want it rough. I want both of us to be covered in sweat after we're done. My pussy should be sore the next morning."
"Is that what you want?" I asked hesitantly.
"No, not tonight, I want you to learn how to give me pleasure before we just fuck. I want it to be slow tonight," she replied before kissing me. I remembered thinking about how I was going to do what you asked as your tongue invaded my mouth. I almost tripped over my own feet as you pulled me down onto the bed.
Looking up at me, you said, "Remember, go slow. I'm not going anywhere. Play with my body. Touch me everywhere. Use your hands to lightly touch my body more than anything else."
You laid back in the middle of the bed and looked up at me. "Run your fingers through my hair as you kiss me. Remember, it should light and not rough tonight."
I remember running my right hand through your hair as you looked into my eyes. I knew enough to lightly kiss you from your forehead to your lips as I stroked your hair. "Good, use your fingers to trace my ear as you kiss your way down my neck."
I started tracing the outline of your ear as I kissed your lips once more. Next, I placed a series of kisses around your face before I started moving down past your lips to your chin. Still playing with your ear and hair, I moved down a little on the bed and kissed my way down your neck. I kissed and then touched you with the tip of my tongue.
"Hmmmm, good," you moaned. "Yes, keep it light so you are teasing me. Make me wait for it." I continued kissing and lightly licking as I made my way to the spot just above the valley between your breasts.
"Now, run your hand down my neck. Tracing my neck with your fingers. Tease me with what is coming next." My hands lightly ran down your neck. Your skin sending up little goosebumps as my touch lightly tickled you.
"Oh, yes. That's it," you moaned. "Tease me more before you make your way down to my breasts and nipples." My hand and fingers traced down the bottom of your neck onto your chest. I ran my fingers around the top and the side of your right breast as I slowly lowered my lips to your left nipple. My hand made its way up the side of your breast and lightly crossed your nipple as the tip of my tongue snaked out and flicked the other nipple. I reversed my hand and drug the back of my fingers across your nipple, using my thumb to flick your rock-hard nipple before cupping your breast and pressing down on your nipple with my palm.
"Oh, God," you moaned as I lightly blew moist air onto your left nipple. I remembered thinking that I had done just about everything I knew how to do when you said, "Kiss across and down my breast and make your way to the other nipple. Let your right hand trace circles around my stomach and side. Go lower and lower, but do not go past my belly button."
My tongue slipped out again and flicked your nipple as my lips closed around it for a quick suck. I opened my lips and let my tongue trace around your nipple as it moved over and started making its way across your areola. I used the tip of my tongue to play with the small bumps in your areola before placing a kiss on it.
"Yes," you whispered, "like that."
I continue kissing and licking my way down your breast to your cleavage while my right hand slowly made circles over the skin of your stomach and side. Your breathing changed as my fingers traced over your belly button and bumped the top of your mound.
I remember looking up and seeing your head back and your eyes closed as your breathing quickened. Your hands snaked out and grabbed my head and moved it away from your nipple. "Too much. This feels too good and I'm going orgasm too fast if you keep that up."
I continued kissing that valley between your breasts as you managed to calm down some before taking your hands away from my head. I started kissing down between your breasts, making my way down to your stomach.
You grabbed my head and said, "No. Just use your hands the first time like I did with you. I want you to finger me." I started kissing my way back up while flattening my hand and fingers, moving them down past your belly button and onto your mound. My fingers kept going as you moved your legs apart giving me enough room to send my fingers all the way down until my palm was cupping the top part of your pussy.
"Separate your fingers slightly so you have one on each slide of my lips and another on my slit." I moved my hand slightly and spread my fingers like you told me too. "Good, now lightly move them up and down. Have your middle finger only separate my lips, do not go down yet."
I started moving my hand up and down, enjoying the feeling of my middle finger separating your lips and becoming wet with your juices.
Your breathing quickened and you had a hard time telling what you wanted next. "When you get to the top, push my hood back and lightly play with my clit. Make small circles with your fingers before moving it back down." My fingers automatically obeyed and moved up. The tip of my middle finger pushing your hood up and searching for the small bump my last girlfriend had told me was her clit. My finger moved back and forth for a minute before I felt it and started rubbing it.
"Ah. That's it. Play with it," you moaned. "Hmmmm, that feels good." I continued moving my finger over your clit before sliding my hand back down, tracing your lips and slits with my fingers. You jumped a little once I made my way back up your pussy and used my finger to move your clit around while pressing down on it.
"Yes," you moaned. I remember you telling me to put my finger inside of you and slowly fuck you with it as I used my thumb to play with your clit.
"Use two fingers," you moaned after a few minutes of me fingering you with one finger. Your breathing quickened as your moans came closer and closer together and were getting louder. "Curl them and find my G-spot. It will feel a little different than the rest of me. A little rougher." I had never found a G-spot before, so I was a little unsure of what to do, but I curled them and felt around. I remember you tensing and arching your back a little as you cried out, "There. Right there."
I moved my fingers back and felt the rough, spongy material. Using my thumb to massage your clit while using my fingers to play with your spot. "Oh yes," you whimpered. "Faster."
I picked up the speed of my fingers as your body tensed up. Your moans and whimpers getting louder and your breathing became faster and deeper. "Faster. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I continued while listening to your juices sloshed around. "Yes. Yes. More. Don't stop," you kept moaning as I continued. A few minutes later, your muscles clamped down on my fingers as your thighs tightened up trapping my hand between them with my two fingers still inside you.
