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.
