Her eyes widened, but she nodded. I kissed my way down her body, taking about a minute to lick each breast. When I was down between her legs, I looked up at her, and asked, “How do I start?”
Her blush actually made me excited, knowing that I wasn’t the only one with nerves. Wendy’s take-charge attitude had been exciting the night before, but it also felt good to be on a more even footing with Susan.
“You see how there are two sets of lips?” I nodded. Her inner ones protruded slightly, a scarlet color I knew was from them being filled by blood as she got excited, and she clearly was. “At the top of the inner ones is where my clitoris is, surrounded by its hood, like your cock is covered by its foreskin when you’re soft. It’s the most sensitive part of my genitals. Sometimes too sensitive, if you’re too forceful too soon. You need to get the rest of me excited first, so start by kissing and licking my lips, and I’ll tell you when to move on my clit, okay?”
“Okay,” I answered, taking my first hesitant licks. I figured that Susan had probably washed up before I arrived, so her taste was fairly mild, a little bit of musk, a little bit salty. As I licked her, staying away from her clit, I sensed more and more moisture flowing out of her, and her taste got a little stronger, but I liked it, liked exciting her, liked her a lot.
On my own initiative, I licked around her opening, and she cooed, “Yes, like that. Lick my pussy,” A couple minutes later, she told me, “Kurt, push your middle finger inside me, then explore the surfaces towards my tummy. You should find a rough spot inside. That’s called the g-spot. It feels real good if you rub that.” I followed her instruction, and soon found the spot she described.
“Oh, yeah, Kurt. That’s it. Stroke that a little while you start licking towards my clit, really gentle though.” I followed her direction, and her back arched when I ran my tongue across her clit for the first time. “A little softer than that at first, honey, and just a little at a time. Use just the tip of your tongue, and work me up to wanting more.”
I tried just barely making contact, and Susan moaned, letting me know I was doing better. I resumed stroking her g-spot lightly, and thrusting my finger in and out a little.
“Oooh, yeah, I like that,” she said. “A little more time on the clit, but still gentle,” she said.
I complied, doubling the amount of time I spent licking her clit, before circling back to lick the length of her lips and back. When I returned to her clit, she put her hand on the back of my head to let me know not to leave again, then whispered, “A little harder.”
I continued licking around or over her clit, as she asked for increases in intensity or duration several times, as well as asking for a second finger. She was panting, thrusting her hips, and when she screamed and her pussy walls spasmed around the two fingers I had in her, I knew she was cumming. I increased my tongue action, and her orgasm seemed to intensify, her body shaking under me, until she slumped and she pushed my face away, saying, “Sensitive, enough.” I withdrew my fingers, and crawled up beside her.