I dropped down into her and my tongue, bruised and worn as it was, still dug inside and didn't lift up. On and on it went, more and more juice pouring down, rushing across my tongue, sliding into my mouth. And I loved that precious elixir. I drank it like my life depended on it. More and more, licking, sucking, on and on.
She erupted what I was sure had to be her last and ultimate wave of ecstasy. The juice rushed into my mouth and bubbled violently. We rocked and twisted and I drank and sucked and ate it all till the pleasure finally eased down and she stopped rocking and rolling under me. I sucked away, pushing my tongue, digging it deep inside, and holding on while her whimpering became quieter and the rocking got less intense.
"Wow… oh wow, that was too much," she sighed. "Too much, Monica… oh yeah… I never felt anything like that with a man… no, never!"
I lifted my head up from her cunt and smiled at her and blew her a kiss.
She whimpered some more and twisted and shook and gasped. Then she was done. The pleasure was subsiding, she was coming down, back to earth finally.
I wiped some of the pussy juice from my cheeks and lips, but licked up as much of it as I could. I do love that taste. I smiled at her.
She swallowed hard, shivered, and then smiled at me.
"You liked that, huh, girl?" I said to her jokingly.
"It was fabulous… fabulous," she said. "I never dreamed… no, I never thought it could be anything like this… anything this… spectacular!"
I laughed at her enthusiasm. It was quite wonderful to behold. I had certainly picked a winner this time, I thought. Just the right one, no question about it. I congratulated myself. I do have a discerning eye, there's no doubt about it.
I touched her cunt lightly and she quivered at this. She gasped and licked her lips. She had a very serious expression on her face for a moment, then she sighed and it vanished and she smiled at me warmly once more.
I was really getting to her, I had a feeling. She would be more than a conquest if I gave it any attention at all. Oh, yes, I thought. Yes, she would be another one who would be in my spell, ready to do whatever I wanted, whatever was necessary.
It gave me a narcissistic thrill to know that I had such powers. Yes, I was genuinely proud of myself for it, without a doubt at all.
"I'm so out of breath," she said, touching her breasts as they heaved up and down again and again. "That was really quite a workout. I didn't even do much of anything, except react to you, and yet I feel like I been through the mill."
"That's good," I told her with a laugh. "But I hope you're going to have enough strength to do a little more, you know. I'd like to feel a little bit of what you're feeling. Do you think you're ready for the next step?"
She sighed and chuckled softly. She gulped and then nodded her head.
"I think so, Monica… I think that I could probably do anything with you… yes, just about anything at all," she said to me.
That was good. I was always glad to hear pledges like that. I often made full use of them, though I don't think you could accuse me of abusing the power I seemed to have over certain females of my acquaintance.
I snuggled up beside her, putting my arms around the girl and squeezing her. She squeezed me back, sighing and shivering as we touched each other.
"This is nice," she said to me in a calm satisfied tone. She had caught her breath and was purring softly as we held each other there.
"Yes," I agreed. "This is very nice, my dear girl, wonderful…"
"Can I stay here with you tonight? I mean, I don't have to leave just yet, do I?" she asked me. She seemed really concerned that I might throw her out.
"Well, you should probably be getting back to your place in a while, but for now I certainly don't mind you staying around. There's more for us to do, if you remember. We have a bit more lovemaking to do. Your lessons are not over for today."
She shivered at this and purred softly. "That's good. I want you to teach me. I want to learn everything. I like this stuff… a lot," she said.
I laughed. "So you've discovered a new hobby, is that it?"
"I don't know what I've discovered, but I certainly like it. I don't know why I spent so much time up to now with boys, I really don't."
"Oh, come now, you aren't going to tell me that you don't enjoy a nice, thick, throbbing cock now and then, are you? Sliding back and forth through your pussy hole. Oh yes, I am sure that you still have a great fondness for those things."
"I don't know… I think that tongue of yours seemed a whole lot better than any cock I've ever had inside of me, that's for damn sure," she said.
"Don't be so impetuous. You don't have to exclude any form of pleasure if you don't want to. Keep yourself open to all forms of stimulus, girl. That's what I do."
"But I thought you only went with women. I thought you were strictly a lesbian, Monica?" she said to me, as if very distressed.
"I suppose I am a lesbian, if I have to be labeled one thing or another. But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy men. It adds spice sometimes."
She opened her mouth very wide and looked at me. She shook her head.
"No, I don't believe it. I don't believe that you do this and you fuck men too. It doesn't seem… right. I don't know. I can't believe it."
"Well, you had better believe it, my dear. It's the truth. Certainly I've had more women than men and if someone forced me to choose I would probably choose women, but the fact is that nobody is forcing me to choose and I like it that way."
The girl sighed and looked the other way. I could see she was thinking. She had a perplexed look on her face. Then she glanced at me again and scowled.
"You mean that I'm not a lesbian after all? I didn't just discover my real true nature or anything like that? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Not necessarily, no. You might be a lesbian. It's quite possible. You certainly responded wholeheartedly. That has to be a sign of something. But I would not make any snap judgements based on that, okay? Do you see what I'm saying?"
It was almost comical the way the girl was disappointed. She had figured this night was a great revelation and would change her life forever. But that was a little too much responsibility to hang on my head so I tried to get that notion out of her head. And besides, I suppose you could say that there was a good deal of self-interest on my part, too. I preferred that she kept her lesbian activities centered around me. If she went off thinking she was a full-fledged dyke she would probably go to bed with every chick who looked at her crosseyed for even a moment, and I didn't want that. I wanted my gorgeous little conquest to be at least a little pure and pristine for me.
"I suppose I understand what you're saying," she sighed. "I don't know that you're necessarily right but I understand what you're saying."
"That's good, very good," I said, stroking a hand across her breasts. She responded intensely, shivering and sighing from it. I smiled at her. "You're still all worked up, aren't you, my dear girl, hm?"
I slid my fingers down and touched her lightly on the cunt. She quivered violently and twisted her head back and sighed, sticking her tongue out.
"Heh heh, my goodness, you are a horny one, aren't you?" I said with a laugh. "Don't you ever get enough, darling? I mean are you like this when you're with men or is it very different from this? Tell me."
"Oh, I'm horny, all right. Yes, I like to he fucked… I like a big cock sliding back and forth through me, definitely. No doubt about it."
"Well then, what's all this slut about YOU being a lesbian then?"
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I might be. I never would have thought I could enjoy a woman down between my legs as much as I did. It means something."