“I’ve never had sex with a woman before.” “You don’t have to do a thing. Just let me do whatever I want to do to you, and enjoy it.” I felt her hands on my thighs, insistently pressing my legs apart, until my vulva was entirely exposed. Her fingers spread open my outer labia, and I felt myself open cumshot like a flower. I had never felt so naked. “I won’t hurt you,” she said. And she didn’t. I felt her spit a few drops of saliva on my vulva, and then she began to lick up and down my cleft, from just below my clitoris to where it ended at my perineum. I moaned and wriggled and lifted my hips in a desperate bid to get my clitoris to the tip of that clever, clever tongue. “Not yet, my darling,” Mila stopped licking long enough to say. “Have patience.” Patience? My fingers were asian clutching the sheets as frantically as though they would tear through the fabric, my head thrown back and my eyes clenched tight. I felt her lift my legs over her shoulders as she began kissing again, all over my inner thighs, and then she licked, licked over my outer labia and my perineum before her tongue dipped – just dipped – into my vagina and out again. And then it happened, her tongue brushing my clitoris, flitting lightly over the tip of it and back again. An electric shock seemed to go through my entire body, from the joining place of my legs to every part of me. I cried out aloud, sure that this couldn’t last. But she flicked her tongue across my clit, and the shock of pleasure came again, and again, and again. I could feel my entire pelvic region tense up, building up to a climax, like a great wave approaching from the sea. I could feel my uterus clenching, my vagina and my perineal muscles tightening. The wave built and built, towering until it touched the sky, and then it broke in a crashing orgasm so intense that I was thrashing all over the bed and crying out in ecstasy. And yet Mila was not done. I felt her fingers sliding into my vagina just as her tongue again found my clitoris. Again the wave was building out to sea, rushing upon my body where it waited, spreadeagled, on the beach, a naked little young woman, helpless and awaiting her fate. And again it happened, and again. I had long since lost count of the orgasms I’d had before Mila finally got up from between my legs, slid up my sweat-soaked body, and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste and smell myself on her lips and tongue. “You were great,” she murmured. “It felt great to be giving you such pleasure.” “I...I want to do it to you,” I said. “Show me what to do.” So she did. In the years since then I’ve probably had sex with fifty women, and I’ve done a lot of things that I never did with Mila the whole while we were together. But if none of the women I’ve fucked had any reason to complain about my performance in bed, it was due to Mila. I still remember her smooth, hairless vulva, the inner labia demurely folded within the thick bulge of her outer lips, and how she unfolded like a bud as my fingers spread her japanese apart. I remember her gasp of pleasure as my fumbling tongue found her clit. I remember how her vagina felt to my finger, the ridged moistness of it clenching down as her perineal muscles spasmed. And most of all – oh, most of all! – I remember how she bucked and twisted as she orgasmed, and in the throes of ecstasy, how she cried out my name. Later I would be introduced to more things by Mila. I would be taught to bring her to orgasm on my knee. I will perhaps tell another time of that, or of how she initiated me to tribadism, how our vaginal lips kissed and slipped and rubbed each other as our mouths had, until we both came together, shuddering and clutching at each other’s legs. But that first night, that first night, was the most magical of all, and will remain forever etched in my memory. She stepped back further and a bright cone of light snapped on, bathing her in brightness, and making her tears glitter as they cascaded down her face. I would have gotten up and protested right then and there, but her legs were on top of mine. Cyndi was pawing at him. It thrust smooth before me, held on by a harness I fashioned out of the sheets, reweaving the fabric with transmutation spirits. Cindy gasped, but dropped her hands to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He caught a whiff of her perfume, briefly flashing naughty thoughts in his head and wondered how did she know it was his favourite? She slid in, so lithe and breathtaking. She was breathing heavily and made no move. and has the address for it, I said we will ride down and check it out in the morning, I told all the pets lets go see Betty she will have you something to eat by now. Kristen was less than thrilled with the idea. I was one on to his game and if I did not like to have sex for the moment I masturbated in secrecy to lessen the effect of the scent. “I now renew my offer. Crawling all the time was hard on the knees. The guy’s father was big in real estate. Taking a leek when you’re severely hampered by the tight restrictions of a cock-cage is not the most thrilling japanese experience one is likely to encounter, but I figured I’d been given sound advice to go cumshot now instead of maybe at an inconvenient time later. I gasped, impaling myself down John's cock. “I was to Aurora.” She shivered, her hands gripping her thighs through her rose-hued dress. “I’m close to cumming.” She said. "Put him on the bloody speaker asian phone!" I'm so close, bitch. "Oh gosh, we're not gonna rush it, Dan. My exhausted limbs flail, weakly trying to gain purchase on the woodwork. As he nuzzled his head into my chest and shivered, the hairs stood up on the back of my arm and I noticed a growing firmness in my pants that took me by surprise. Charlie noticed a man and a woman at the far end of the bar who both seemed to be getting into her. Things looked okay, I guess.