Lisa's soft brown eyes had a hungry look as I drew towards her. Her mouth was hanging open slightly. Just inside, her tongue twitched like she was trying to will me to do what she wanted. Her small, fair-skinned, befreckled body was wrapped in a white bath towel and she was stretched out on my couch with her legs splayed - so splayed that one of her tiny feet was resting atop one of the back cushions. Her slender thighs were completely bare. She'd drawn her towel up just above her crotch to reveal what she had just sweetly described as her "honeypot." Its pink inner petals peeked just outside of her outer lips.
The rest of the girls were upstairs soaking in a bubble bath and Lisa had just talked me into a bit of oral satisfaction on the couch. Remarkably, she'd been the one to teach me how to eat pussy 10 years ago. On her girlfriend. The one upstairs in the tub with
my
girlfriends, in fact. I looked forward to showing Lisa my progress since her first lesson.
As I drew closer, I reflected on how little I knew about her, this adorable brunette pixie who'd stepped in for Tracy to make me a man that night in Bangkok. Only barely eighteen like the rest of us back then, she had been so steady and sure in her role as a carnal pinch-hitter for her hesitant friend. They'd said they had never done a three-way before that night. I wondered if they'd ever repeated it after. Were there other men who'd been given the same treatment? Who now dreamt of orchids and double kisses and moans and moonlight?
These were tender thoughts and they made my slow advance on Lisa gentle. I touched both of her knees and traced my fingertips up her thighs then cupped the curve of her small hips. Her eagerness was as plain on her face as the adorable freckles that decorated each cheek. I had barely touched her and she was already breathing more raggedly, licking her lips as I drew closer to her drooling pussy.
Eye to eye with her sex, I only then noticed that she was pierced. A tiny silver barbell was lanced sideways through the hood above her little button. I'd never seen one before and I paused to admire it. It was so delicate and pretty against the tender flesh it ran through. The stud suggested that Lisa was what she was - a feisty little sexual firecracker, a vigorous bedmate.
"Pretty," I commented, looking up at her. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and nodded. In her eagerness, she wasn't talkative. I wondered if she had gotten it before getting married or after. Either way it didn't matter. Having it done while married or keeping it after she was married would have, should have, sent the same signal to her husband - "FYI, I'm kinda kinky." Lisa's hubby either didn't understand the message, ignored it, or didn't care. My estimation of his negligence would rise accordingly.
It had been several months since I'd put my tongue to a woman other than Samantha or Heather. For the most part, I knew their respective buttons - the where's and when's of kissing, licking, and teasing them to best effect. Lisa was uncharted territory and the novelty of what we were about to do was exciting. My cock stiffened in my pants.
I brushed my lips gently against the smooth delicate skin of her outer petals. When she sighed immediately I knew this was going to be fun. I worked the tip of my tongue on her little button experimentally. The tiny barbell at her hood prevented me from applying the side-sweeping licks that Heather adored and I was hoping to try on Lisa. It was impossible to roll her little button under my tongue to do it correctly. I resorted to a basic up and down motion with a gentle tongue snap that Samantha enjoyed sometimes.
Lisa groaned happily. Still, this was.... boring. Little Lisa, my first lover, deserved better.
It had been awhile, but I sucked briefly on my own tongue to dry and roughen its surface then circled around her now swollen clit. Rotating across the underside of her clit, the rough topside of my tongue would feel intense. Transitioning along its sides and the top, smoother parts of my tongue would be touching her - a complicated mix of angles and textures. I could also pause to tap downward on her little barbell from above. I looked up at Lisa and she nodded, still nibbling on her own lip. Her nostrils flared and her hips squirmed working against me in the opposite direction.
I crinkled my eyes in a smile. I'd forgotten Lisa was left-handed. I reversed to swirl on her counterclockwise. Why? Ask a left-handed girlfriend. The reversal was kind of like inserting the correct key into a locked door. Lisa panted through her nose and her hips popped upwards, eagerly pushing her pussy into my mouth. Each of her hands clutched at the couch, gripping the cushions tightly. She eked out a cry of encouragement, "Just like that... don't stop..."
I continued circling her clit, pausing to tap on her little silver charm. A quick downward dip of my tongue confirmed that her opening was already dripping with excitement. Sliding back to her clit, I brought a hand up to toy with one finger at the small slippery hole of her pussy.
"Yea-ess," Lisa's moaned halfway through her own urging word.
As I worked one finger into the hot, dripping mouth of her cunt she gasped and went rigid. Less than a minute later, she twisted into orgasm. It was over before we'd even really gotten started.
"Already?" I looked up at her, an eyebrow arched. She was panting and her face had flushed a deep red.
"Sorry, I guess I was really excited. I sort of gave myself a head start while I was in the shower too," she admittedly bashfully.
A vivid image of Lisa's touching herself in the shower came to mind. "Bet you can go again..."
"Definitely. I was hoping you would offer. Actually, could you lay down on your back? I'd like to be on top this time. There's something I'd love to do with a fella. Your five o' clock shadow will feel nice." She cleared off the couch to make room.
"Sure."
She waited for me to stretch out on my back, then swung a leg over to straddle my head facing my feet, and supported by her knees on the couch. I watched as she lowered her still-wet sex towards me and I reached up to take her hips and guide her downward. I lapped at her clit when it got close enough to reach and she giggled, still sensitive from her first come.
She settled herself down onto my face a little more fully than I anticipated. It was a good thing she didn't weight much. It felt like she was sitting on my chin. She rocked a little against my chin, pressing her smooth mons into me until I felt her pubic bone beneath. I felt the scruff of my stubble scratching against her. I guessed it was the feeling she was after because she groaned happily. "Okay if I rub against you a little like this?"
"Absolutely," I confirmed from beneath her crotch. I resumed my circular licking at her clit and let her hump against me the way she obviously craved.
Eventually, she rolled her hips forward and paused to let me lap at the soft pink inner petals of her pussy and collect the wetness there before she rolled her hips further forward. I lathed her ass crack as she slid it up my mouth until she centered me on her ass. I met her silent request by flicking back and forth across her rosebud repeatedly with my tongue. She panted a bit more heavily as I licked and teased at her little ring.
"Inside a little?" I heard her moan.
I pressed the tip of my tongue solidly against her ass and felt it begin to yield, her delicate rear hole wiggled sideways as she fidgeted above me, eager to have her own ass penetrated. My mouth began to ache as I kept my tongue rigid for her to hump her ass against. Finally, her ass began to give way and my tongue eased just barely into her. "It's in... your tongue is
in
my fuck,in' ass... " she groaned. She sighed above me, lifting away briefly only to bounce back down gently and wedge her ass further onto my tongue.
Without warning, she rocked her hips backwards again to return me to her little clit. I understood the point of her diversion when one of her hands slid down her back and down her ass. She brought her largest, middle finger downwards to circle her backdoor several times. I paused my licking, momentarily distracted, as she slid that finger slowly, gently into her own ass - withdrawing it slightly a few times only to continue pushing it inward until it was buried in her ass.
She noticed my distracted pause. "Hey..." she murmured.
"Ooops, sorry. That was kinda hot to watch."
I heard her chuckle sadly. "Thanks, Hero. When I had a go at this with the hubbie, he ran screaming from the room."
Eager to take her mind from that sad memory, I resumed lapping at her little button. She responded by gingerly working her butt with her finger.
"When I do this, it feels like my ass and my clit are connected." She explained. "Crikey, it's so good - feeling it working in my bum while you eat me and your stubble's a bit scratchy up front."
"I'm glad. This is fun for me too, Lis'. I'm kind of getting a kick out of having you parked on my face. Take your time, okay? "
"Don't mind if I do."
She did. She used me like a couch-mounted sex toy and I loved it. She pumped her crotch against my mouth, my chin, or my nose as it suited her. She rolled her hips around to put my tongue where she pleased. I lost track of time, yielding myself to the singular goal of satisfying her tender pink flesh while stroking the smooth freckled skin of her thighs. All the while, she delicately sodomized herself with that one finger. It was intoxicating. For both of us.
She stretched it out for both our sakes but it couldn't last forever. Eventually, her movements became more erratic. I felt her legs tense beneath my hands. She wobbled above me as her orgasm loomed. Finally, her body seized and she ground herself down into me, greedily seeking as much contact as possible. I continued assaulting her clitoris as I felt her the mouth of her cunt twitch against my nose. I watched her backdoor clutch and spasm around her finger. "Eeeeaaaaaah," she groaned as she reached her climax and rode it out on my face.
As she came down, I resumed stroking her thighs. Still out of breath, she levered upright onto her knees to look down at me. "You get an A-plus," she panted. She unsteadily swung her leg around and moved off to sit on the floor in front of me.
"Thanks, teach." I kissed her forehead when she rested her cheek on the couch in front of me. Her face was flushed, her cheeks and nose were a bright red and her eyes were shut. She smiled when I ran a few fingers through her still damp hair. When she'd caught her breath, I gave her a quick smooch on the cheek. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm going to go wash my face for a sec."
She sniffed quickly and pouted. "That bad?"
"No!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "That good. I know everybody is supposed to be okay with this but I just don't want to rub the girls' faces in it."
She snickered giddily.
