Chapter 8: Miss Kitty Takes a Bath

Linda Short had taught me a lot of what I knew about sex. Especially concerning the oral side of things. She had been a truly expert cocksucker, and expected good head in return. Luckily, she was happy to instruct me on the particulars of eating pussy, which she claimed to have done once or twice to her girlfriends.

But although I had mildly enjoyed it, it was not my favorite thing. Linda's pussy was very hairy -- too hairy, really. And she was very aggressive. I often ended up with a sore neck.

Ann was another story entirely. I laid her back on that rough blanket, lifted her skirt up around her waist, and slid her panties down, leaving them looped around one ankle. Ann's pussy was a lovely sight, as always. A trimmed, pretty little V of hair on top, but a smooth, pink, hairless little pussy. Her firm smooth thighs were like a picture frame around that little bud, and I kicked myself for not having thought of eating her myself. What a treasure.

I began by nibbling her labia while stroking the insides of her thighs with my fingernails. Her response was immediate and gratifying. She placed her hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned as she rocked her hips slowly. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into her hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each time she shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I could stroke the "roof" of her vagina. This was years before anyone would speak of a woman's G-spot, but Linda had known what felt good and had never hesitated to tell me. After a few minutes of slow licks and deep fingering, Ann seemed on the verge of hysteria.

"I... I... Oh god that's so... um... fffffffffffffuck it... ooooooooooo... " she spoke in breathy, short gasps. Her hips were moving in a slow, tight circle and I knew she was ready to come. So I closed my lips over her clit, and began to suck it while flicking at the very tip with my tongue. I inserted a second finger into her pussy and felt the rush begin.

She moaned, a long, high, hoarse moan, and lifted her little butt into the air about 6 inches. Her thighs were as hard as stone and quivering like a tuning fork. Her hands pressed my head firmly into her crotch as I sucked her. And she came and came and came.

"Ssssssssssssssss, oh, oh, oh, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhh"

All of a sudden she was pulling at my shoulders, trying to bring my face to hers. I was confused at first, but her hands found my belt buckle and began frantically to undo it and then my pants. She wanted my dick. I was glad to oblige since I was as hard as I could ever remember being.

I lowered my jeans and slipped my cock into her boiling pussy. I had never entered her mid-come like that, and the feeling was indescribable; like sinking into a mouth filled with hot butter. Her pussy walls clamped onto me like they had a will of their own, and we began the most vigorous fuck I can remember ever experiencing. Ann was wild, simply wild, tearing at her blouse and pressing my mouth to her nipple. She was lost in a world of obscene lust.