"Not at all. But I'm likely to get teased a lot. And there's a lot I don't want to tell them that they'll try to pry out of me."
"Like what?"
"Have we had sex. How much sex. How good was it. All the locker room things that guys ask each other."
"What will you tell them?"
"Only that we're going out and I really care about you. That's all they're entitled to know."
"You're not going to tell them about sex?"
"Nah. I figured I'd just show them the pictures!"
She almost threw her ice cream at me, but we both laughed richly. "No, Kelly. Our lovemaking is between you and me. It's too special to share with anyone. It feels like that would cheapen it."
She looked at me steadily for a minute, licking her ice cream cone. "You are a man of constant surprises, sir knight."
"Why?"
"Because jerks tell all."
"I'm trying very hard not to be a jerk."
"You're doing very well, my love." She smiled. Then, she took her ice cream cone and put her mouth over the top of it. Her cheeks compressed and she slowly pulled her mouth off, then moved it back down, and then pulled it off again. She took her tongue and circled the ice cream, and licked up and down the round dip. It was quite a show. She was giving exquisite head to her ice cream. I stared, and then looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"Kelly, what are you doing?" I asked incredulously.
"Practicing," she said simply, and then took her cone deep in her mouth again. This time when she lifted off, she let her lips pop. "There's something I need to talk to you about," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, so far we've gone pretty much straight to the main event. I want to know when we're going to spend time on foreplay." She grinned a wicked grin and swallowed her cone again. The ice cream was taking a long, thin shape.
"My sweet girl," I said quietly, "Anytime you want, for as long as you want, anything you want. I am at your command, eager to serve." I rested my hand on her knee.
"That sounds very nice, sir knight. I'm almost done. Can we go?"
"Sure. Just don't dribble any ice cream in my clean car."
"If I do, I'll lick it up," She said, heavily emphasizing the word "lick."
"Is there anything else you want to lick?" I asked wickedly.
"Just wait, sir knight," she replied, equally wicked.
We drove back to her place as fast as I could and still be safe. Kelly sat beside me on the bench seat, her hand resting on my right leg. I kept both hands on the wheel, resisting the temptation to put an arm around her.
Back at her house, we raced into the living room. Plopping on the sofa, we immediately embraced in a deep kiss. We kissed and kissed, and slowly I worked my hand to her breast, feeling it through her tube top. It was an easy thing to pull the top down and expose her lovely tits. I moved down, kissing her neck, collar bones, and chest as I closed in on her breasts and nipples. She moaned and squirmed underneath me, moving her legs so she could wrap them around me. I spent a long time kissing her breasts and fondling her nipples. She liked to have them squeezed, and it was an incredible turn-on to pinch her nipples and make her gasp with pleasure. It was just as wonderful to tickle her nipples with my tongue, and then take as much of her breast in my mouth as I could and suck, flicking my tongue on her nipple as I did. I took her tube top and raised it over her head, she extended her arms and it was off and out of the way. I resumed my attention to her breasts. But I had a new target.
Slowly I moved lower, kissing her chest, diaphragm, and moving on to her tummy. I spent a lot of time kissing her navel, which was a delightful little thing. I ran my hands up and down her sides, up to her breasts and down her hips. Kelly was breathing heavily. She knew what I had in mind.
"Take them off," she gasped. "Off! Now!"
I unsnapped her hot pants and lowered the zipper. She had cute little flowered panties on. I resisted the temptation to joke about them, choosing instead to pull them off at the same time as I pulled off her hot pants. She was naked under me, and again I drank in the sight of such perfection.
"What are you going to do?" she breathed.
"Do you want me to tell you?" I asked.
"Yes! Tell me!"
"First, I'm going to resume kissing your tummy and belly button, because I like to do that very much. Then, I'm going to slowly work my way down and kiss your fur. Then, I'll spread your legs and spend a long time kissing your inner thighs. And then, but only if you're a good girl, I will kiss your lips and lick you until you cum in my face. And after that, I'll keep eating your pussy until you orgasm again and again and beg me for mercy."
"Oh, please start!" she cried.
I did as promised. First, the tummy, that delicious, taut, flat tummy. I kissed all over, including the sides where it curved like the proverbial hourglass. I tongued her navel and she giggled and shivered. I used just the tip of my tongue to draw a line down her stomach to her little patch of trimmed fur, which I kissed and smelled, enjoying for the first time the smell of her musk. It was intoxicating. I spent a long time just there: kissing and feeling her fur on my cheek. Then, I got up and spread her legs with my hands, holding them behind her knees. I positioned myself lower and ran my tongue up her thigh. She quivered and sighed. I ran it up the other thigh, and she shivered again. I kissed all around her snatch: on her thighs, on top of her legs, her fur. I teased her, and she knew it.
"Oh darn you! Do it! Kiss me!"
"What did you say?" I said teasingly.
"Kiss my pussy! Eat me!"
"Such nasty words from such a pretty girl," I said, "But as I have said before, whatever pleases my lady!"
And with that, I put my mouth and tongue squarely and firmly on her pussy lips. She cried out, put her legs around my head and over my shoulders, and pulled me by the hair to her. I stuck my tongue between her lips and tasted her warm juices. I stuck it in as far as I could, then brought it out, and stuck it in, and brought it out. I made love to her pussy with my tongue, and it wasn't long before she arched her back and clamped her legs around my head hard, sighing in orgasm. But I wasn't done. I moved a little and tongued her nub of a clit. She gasped and arched, and then pulled me to it with her hands behind my head. I tongued and licked it and sucked it until again she arched her back and clamped her legs in another orgasm.
"Please stop! I can't take any more!" she gasped.
"Are you sure? I love your taste, and I could do this forever!"
"Yes, please stop. I can't take any more!"
"Beg for mercy!"
"Mercy! Mercy! Please, sir knight, no more!"
I laughed and moved up and kissed her deeply. She could taste her juices on my tongue, and she kissed me ravenously, voraciously. We kissed for a long time. Her arms clung to my neck. Mine caressed her naked back. Her legs wrapped around my jeans and held me tight.
"You're suffering, I'll bet," she said, moving her hips and rubbing my erection with her pussy through my pants.
"Suffering is a pretty good choice of words," I replied truthfully, my balls being painfully blue.
She smiled, "Time for reciprocity!" With that, she rolled us off the sofa onto the floor, landing on top of me and knocking me even more breathless. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and worked them and my briefs down my legs and off. She bade me remove my shirt, which I pulled over my head. We were both naked.
"Now," she wondered, finger on chin, "What flavor ice cream should I imagine you to be?" We laughed, and she gently took my huge cock in her small hands, kneeling between my legs. Bending over, she slowly took the head into her mouth, and sucked. The feeling was incredible. I had never felt a girl's mouth on my cock before. She came off, and proceeded to lick the entire length of my shaft, from base to tip and back. She stopped and tickled that place just underneath the head with her tongue. I was in heaven. She took my head again, and tongued it while it was in her mouth. It was the most exquisite blowjob I could imagine. She slowly took more of my length, and then backed off to having just the tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around my head. Then she took it in her mouth again. She took more, and came back to the tip. The slow stroking of my member with her lips was driving me wild. I moaned and tried not to think about spurting cum in her mouth. Then, she positioned herself a little higher and started moving her lips down my shaft. Further and further my cock disappeared into her mouth until – wonder of wonders – her nose touched my pubic hair. All nine inches were inside her throat. The feeling of her tongue along my shaft was wonderful, and too stimulating. She came up for air and panted.
