seriously. He tries all kinds of things to see what you like, then he does them — a lot. And I'd swear that he likes doing it, too!"
I couldn't help chuckling when she said the last part, and telling both of them "I do like doing it. Eve, I thought you tasted as good as you smelled, so it was fun for me to be able to do that and make you feel good. I'd be glad to do it again any time you want, even!"
That got me an appraising look from her before she looked between Charlene and me and said "I heard what both of you said… and you were a dear to want to make sure I was okay, Billy. But I'm sitting up now, so you two go ahead now — I'd really like Charlene to find out what it's like to feel as good as Billy made me feel."
Charlene suddenly looked shy and a little apprehensive. Without even thinking about it, I leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the cheek and softly told her "It'll be okay. You'll see."
That reassured her enough that she was willing to shift herself around, and then lay down and stretch herself out. She still looked more than a little nervous, and it wasn't difficult to figure out why: her abbreviated penis was once more standing fully erect from her mons. Somehow knowing that it was the right thing to do, I stretched myself out next to Charlene, but propped up on my elbow. Looking down at her, I asked "You're worried how I'm going to react to this, aren't you?" as I gently took her erection between my fingers.
She nodded apprehensively, and I told her "Well, you don't have to be. Yeah, it looks enough like a regular penis that it's going to take me a little bit to get used to it. But there's not so much, and the resemblance isn't so close, that I can't get used to it, either. If you've got the courage to let me, I'm willing to learn what I can do to make you feel good — all of you. If I do something dumb, or hurt you in any way, I need you to let me know… because the last thing I want to do is make you regret sharing yourself with me this way. I already told you that I think you're pretty, and fun, and nice; I really do like you, and I don't want to mess that up. Okay?"
She managed to give me a smile before telling me "Thanks, Billy. I'll be okay now, I think."
I lowered my head and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips; that was followed by another kiss to her cheek, her throat, and collarbone as I slowly blazed a trail down her body. I detoured briefly to bring her nipples to full erection again before moving down her abdomen and the dark wedge of pubic hair at its base. As I got close to her pelvis, she readily moved her legs apart and didn't have any visible reaction when I moved my body between her legs. A minute or so later, I found myself facing the erect appendage that I'd so recently had in my hand. I looked up to see how she was responding and saw that she was watching me, but without any overt sign of nervousness or concern.
Taking that as implicit permission to really look, I did just that: looked at the miniature version of the manhood that I sported. Taking it between my thumb and forefinger, I moved it around so that I could examine it from several different angles and learned that it really was more like an extended or oversized clitoris than a penis: it didn't have the opening at the end that my own cock did, for starters.
Nor was the end of it shaped like my penis, or any of the others I'd seen. Up close like that, I could see that it was even smaller than my little finger, too, and had only the rudiments of any kind of covering like a foreskin. Looking up at her again, I asked "It isn't covered all the way, like Eves clitoris is.
Doesn't it get sore?"
To my surprise, Charlene smiled slightly as she answered "Not usually. I'm okay as long as I wear the softest panties I can find."
I just nodded my head in acceptance, and went back to checking her out. I finally decided that there wasn't anything for me to do but give in to the temptation to give the shaft of it a few strokes before asking "Does that do anything for you?"
"Not really. I mean, it kinda feels okay, but nothing more than that — not like it seemed to for you, anyway. The whole thing… it's more like I've got my clitoris on the end of some kind of extension, than anything else."
Hearing that, I simply said "Oh. Okay", and shifted my attention to the area between her wide-spread thighs.
As I'd seen via my peephole into Eva's room, Charlene's womanhood didn't appear dramatically different than Sis', as far as the outer and inner lips looked, other than her inner lips being a lot smaller and thinner. Of course, Charlene's miniature penis stuck out where Sis' clitoris had been, but everything below that point appeared pretty similar. It was when I used my thumbs to softly part Charlene's inner labia that I found that there was one significant difference: Charlene's opening was distinctly smaller than Eva's — perhaps only three quarters as big. Even so, I could see that Charlene, too, was leaking a trace of fluid. I moved my head closer, and readily caught the scent of her arousal; it was similar to, but distinctly different from, Eva's… and certainly no less appealing.
Moving my head a little farther, I was able to extend my tongue and run it along Charlene's cleft, not only collecting a sample of her oils,but using the opportunity to gently press against the entrance to her vagina. Charlene responded to the slight pressure much as Eva had: by moaning and arching her pelvis up. The major difference was that that also brought her pseudo-penis closer to my face, too.
Rather than tie myself up in knots worrying about it, I just went ahead and lifted my head a little bit and ran my tongue across the tip of Charlene's shaft, where she was presumably the most sensitive. That turned out to be true, and I heard her gasp loudly at the contact before exclaiming "God that's good!"
I made a couple more passes across Charlene's extended clitoris (to her quite audible pleasure) before lowering my head so that I could return to the more comfortable task of gathering her nectar. When I'd cleaned up the immediately available supply, I figured it was time to find out if she was as receptive to any of the things that I'd done with Sis. The first thing for me to try, of course, was to see if she had any objections to me trying to worm my tongue into her under-sized vaginal opening. To my surprise and delight, she didn't; in fact, she seemed to enjoy it even more that Eva had: not only did she spread her legs even more and tilt her pelvis up, she exclaimed "Oh, yes, Billy! That feels so good!"
I don't doubt that it did, either, since my efforts resulted in a dramatic increase in the amount of her oils that escaped her girl-chamber. I'd happily lap them up before placing my mouth over her opening and trying (again) to see how much of my stiffened tongue I could get into her. I don't think it was ever enough to satisfy either of us, but it wasn't from lack of trying on my part.
Whenever my tongue started to get sore or tired, I'd give it a little bit of a rest by moving my attention back to Charlene's clitoris. After a bit, I was finally able and willing to try taking part of it into my mouth; the things I was able to do with it that way pleased Charlene immensely. I was slowly swirling my tongue around it while applying a soft, rhythmic suction when she surprised the hell out of me by having an orgasm… and not a small one, either. She nearly screamed at the start of it, and flopped around like a fish out of water while it was happening; it was all I could do to keep the end of her appendage between my lips and continue what I was doing.
The majority of her climax had passed, and she was mostly just laying there shuddering every so often when Eva told me "Billy, I think you should stop for a little bit. You're not hurting her or anything, but I can see that she's practically exhausted from how hard that hit her. Let her get some energy back, okay?"