My Worst Year Chapter Four

Early the next morning in an effort to fan a reluctant flame from the ashes of the night I slowly drew my cock in and out of Alicia like some odd billows. With little hope of an orgasm being left in either one of us I was propped on my arms enjoying the parade of expressions crossing her face as she looked up at me with hazy eyes. I was also enjoying the sensation of her vagina gripping my cock like a tight ring sliding over the length of my shaft. There was more room for my cock inside Alicia, yet the ring formed by the first inch or two of her vaginal opening gripped so tight it was almost painful. Exquisitely. This was in spite of that sexy gap where her legs meet her pelvis.

Alicia was spread-eagled with her long arms outstretched and gripping the bedposts of the queen bed. Her legs were also splayed wide with her knees pulled up a little. Her rich black hair spilled haphazardly radiant from her head, gleaming like blood in moonlight. Dawn was just beginning to break and the grey light coming in the windows was soft and romantic and just bright enough to reveal the features of her broad cheeked face.

From my propped up position I could drink in the unusual beauty of her sleek foil shaped eyes and her button mouth, so rare on a dark skinned woman. I grew fascinated by the gelatinous response her breasts made to either of our slightest movements. Ultimately though I remained captivated by the mercurial facial expressions readable in the dim morning light as my long smooth strokes went from almost complete withdrawal to full penetration. Occasionally, I liked giving a firm grind of my pelvis against hers and Alicia liked it too. I could tell this from her expression and the way her eyes would grow limp as the base of my cock swirled tight against her. I also thought I could detect a sense of deprivation when I teased her with a simple reversal of direction. Then I would smile cockily and she would bite her lip to try to suppress her own smile.

We had spent the night together sleeping in catnaps between sex-filled sessions. Prior to that Katie was the only woman I had been with since meeting in college and our sex had always been tender but limited. On that night however the sex I had with Alicia was driven by the excitement of discovery, a hunger of the persistently deprived and the abandon of the erotically depraved. We each fell asleep numerous times only to have the other soon prod us awake for another round.

During the evening and night we showered twice and took a bath together. In spite of her sophisticated appearance, Alicia proved a surprisingly consummate guide to a sexual world I had not even imagined existed. She was both instructive and demonstrative and before the night was over there was no limit on my desire to give her pleasure. We were good together. While I performed cunnilingus earlier in the night she had been like a conductor orchestrating the first oral orgasm I ever gave a woman.

“I won’t tell you what to do but when I say ‘good” or somehow let you know what you’re doing feels good, keep doing it until I say ‘OK’. Everything else will be simple.”

Katie never liked being licked, at least not by me, so I didn’t have much experience, but I read more than one how-to article about the subject. I started in by licking the area around Alicia’s vaginal opening. She was waxed smooth and the sensation was new and exciting.

“Good.” Alicia said. I kept running my tongue up and down the outer length of her vulva and the gap on either side between it and her inner thighs. I did this slowly but firmly with the flexed tip of my tongue. Without a prompt I used my lips to nip at her soft vagina lips. “It’s so good.” She breathed.

I kept licking around her opening waiting for the “OK”, all the while growing anxious to really taste her. Finally using the flat of my tongue I covered the seam of her and drew my tongue upward. She was becoming very wet and I could taste her a little. It was no longer the soapy fragrance of the bath, but of her. She said nothing. I did it again pushing much more firmly with the flat of my tongue as I drew it up over her closed but weeping pussy the same way. She let out a small moan and perhaps involuntarily opened her legs wider. The next time I pressed my tongue even harder and the soft lips of her pussy yielded as the center of my tongue mashed them apart to be greeted by the slick creamy surfaces inside of her. She spread her legs still further and let out a whimpering moan on each of her next three controlled exhales as I continued to make hard firm passes with my tongue along the lower length of her opening. I had read to avoid making too much contact with her clitoris too early and risk desensitizing the little button. Besides, Alicia with her moaning was telling me it was good. Patience, I told myself, patience. I lapped a few more times before adding variations of deeper tongue thrusts and then probing about with the point of my tongue. I worked my probes up the length of her opening. I kept my exploring touches light, teasing. I pushed my tongue under her labia on the left and worked it up and down progressing upward a bit before starting over on the right side.

I had already spent more time at this newfound pleasure than I had previously in total and I was still just beginning on my way to Alicia’s most sensitive area. Every now and then I would push my whole face into her and waddle it slightly to work my mouth and lips in as tight as I could to drink some of the excessive fluid that was rising like a tide. Most remarkable was how pure and clean she tasted to me. There was no trace of the spunk I had unloaded into her just a few hours earlier. Apparently it had all washed out or was absorbed. It’s not that there was not a taste to her, but the taste of her was crisp and clean, somehow more natural than plain water.

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