This was the stuff of wet dreams, and it was happening to me in real life. I worked my mouth back and forth, alternating attention from one mound to the other. I was like a starving person, wanting to devour as much as possible before the meal was taken away.
Eventually, my hand dropped to Belva's knee. She responded to this by spreading her legs apart and giving me more room to explore her inner thighs.
I really believe that if I hadn't had so much to drink I wouldn't have gone on, but I had, and so when she raised a knee, I went for the gold and moved my fingers to the silken-covered gap that separated her legs.
Despite her moan, I was surprised at how damp she was. Not only was the crotch of her panties wet, but the skin next to them was wet and slippery. I moved my fingers into the gooey furrow that was her pussy and carefully slipped a finger under the elastic edging of her undies.
"Take them off," Belva whispered.
"Take what off?" I asked, confused by what she meant.
"My panties, get them off, hurry, they're in the way!"
She pulled up the hem of her dress, so that the dress was now completely bunched up at her waist. Even in the dim light of the apartment, I could see she had on white panties, with little rosebuds sewn in around the edges.
When I hesitated, she grabbed her panties and started pushing them down. I put my hands right next to hers and pulled. Between us, we had the silken unmentionables down to her hips in a flash. She put her leg back down and lifted her bottom up, so that I could finish removing them. As I took them from off her feet she put them in her purse.
"To make sure I don't lose them," Belva said, with a soft laugh. "They're my best pair and I can't tell you how hard it would be to replace them." Then she leaned back against me, putting her head on my shoulder. She raised her right leg upon the sofa, leaving me to gawk at the thick bush and gaping pussy below it.
Taking one of my arms, she placed my hand on her stomach, just above the shadowy mass of hair nestled between her legs. Then she turned her face to mine, and opened her mouth for a kiss. We did the tongue thing, and when I heard her moan again, my finger plunged into her slick, glistening pussy.
I was far from being an expert in sexual things, but like most everyone else, I got the hang of it quickly enough. My powers of concentration were about as high as they'd been on Normandy Beach, and knowing the end result would be dramatically different, I was able to focus almost all my thoughts on her pussy and her reaction to my ministrations to it.
It seemed that anytime my fingers brushed over or against a tiny bump at the top of her pussy, Belva would groan and hunch herself against my hand. I recalled that Edith had steered me to a similar spot repeatedly that time in Paris; it was obviously a pleasure point, and I remembered to keep returning to it.
Then, as if wanting to prove me correct, Belva broke our kiss long enough to mutter, "Oooh, yes! That's the spot, right there!"
My dick may have been hard before, but now it throbbed and jerked with each beat of my heart. My finger found a recess that dipped down, and I began to plumb its depths, going inch by inch into Belva's hot warmth until it was buried to the knuckle.
She was moaning almost non-stop by this time, and so I reversed direction, and worked the finger out of her, in the process, resting my thumb on that tiny bump. Suddenly she was humping her hips up against my hand, meeting each of my finger plunges with a reciprocating movement.
For some reason, I began to move my fingers much faster, and continued doing so until she stopped moving and stiffened her entire body.
"Oh, God, Roy, I'm there! I'm there!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
I felt the tunnel of her hot pussy clamp down on my finger, gripping it like a hot fist. She shuddered and gasped, wrapped both arms around me, and held me tight, as her body quivered and jerked.
She stayed like this for several moments, before gradually relaxing. She let loose of her tight grip and moved away from me. My finger which had been buried deep inside her now was withdrawn, and I contented myself with playing little soft games with her pussy
"That was my first release in weeks," she said. "And it was really, really good!"
Then she put a hand on the side of each of her breasts and gently pushed them together, she grasped her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers and rolled and pulled at them tenderly. I couldn't have been more excited had I been doing it myself.
I grabbed her foot and pulled off her shoe. Briefly, I tickled the bottom of her foot, but seeing that this only frustrated her more as she squirmed on the couch, I gritted my teeth and moved on to kissing her ankle. Then, recalling how Edith had brought me along the third time we'd made love that long ago evening in Paris, I moved up her leg, past her knee...
"Oh... are you gonna?"
"Let me do it to you before you do to me. Okay, Belva?"
"Oh, you're gonna be my hero for sure," Belva answered. "Let me lay back on this armchair so that you can get to me."
She moved to the armchair and sat, leaning back and then place a leg on each arm of the chair. Her hips were at the edge of the chair, and the very center of her sexual being was fully exposed and available to me. I knelt at her feet between her spread-eagled legs, and paid homage to Belva's bushy womanhood.
I moved in closer to her and put my hands under her ass, lifting her hips up to my face. As I drew close, I could detect the faint, musky aroma of her sex. Contrary to what I'd heard from the "guys," the smell was pleasant, and highly erotic, and not fetid or putrid.
"OH, ROY... NO ONE'S EVER...."
Ignoring her, I placed a series of long, wet kisses along her inner thighs. Panting rapidly, Belva feebly waved a hand as her mouth bit at the air; and with her other hand she grabbed a nearby pillow, put it over her face and bit hard onto the corner.
Moving upward, I found myself inches away from her glistening sex. I leaned in, pressed the tip of my nose against the tiny button that Edith had assured me was the key to a woman's arousal just as my lips almost imperceptibly brushed the mouth of her pussy. Taking a deep breath, I made contact with Belva's sex; my lips brushing across the swatch of curly hair that grew so abundantly between her legs.
"THAT'S IT!" Belva exclaimed and seized my hair with both hands the moment my tongue flickered hesitantly over her outer folds. She was wet and slick and I took a generous sampling of her before drawing my tongue back into my mouth, where I savored the strangely pungent taste of her.
It like nothing I had ever tasted, but I knew I wanted more of it and returned to her center to suck and lick feverishly while listening to her purr and moan.
As her flower opened ever wider for me, I delved in deeper and deeper, or least as far as my tongue would allow.
I recalled a bar room joke I'd heard about some guy getting all the girls in the place to screw him by licking his eyebrows, and realized the true point of the joke.
My tongue came up short of the hot pit I knew was just inches away, and I moaned at the thought of never getting there. A moment later I realized my cock would reach it easily enough and I relaxed and continued my happy munching.
