Brenda came to bed naked, an indicator she was feeling horny.  Hey, that worked for me.  She pulled back the covers and lay down on her back to my right.  I rolled over to face her, head propped in my hand, and began caressing her torso.  Circling out from her belly, across her breasts, pausing to circle my palm on her nipples, down to her bush where she spread her legs in anticipation. But I stroked up between her breasts to her neck where I briefly placed my hand in a choking position before moving it up onto her right cheek, then brought my fingertips across her lips, and trailed them back down to her bush. 

Bending my head down, I licked and sucked on her left nipple, taking as much of her ample breast into my mouth as I could, flicking the nipple with my tongue.  Maintaining suction, I lifted my head, pulling the breast up by the nipple, until it pulled loose and dropped back down with a jiggle.  She moaned with eyes closed and lips parted.  Bending my head again, I ran my tongue underneath her breast, across the side where I paused to nibble lightly on the flesh there, then up to the top of her breast and back down to the nipple. 

Meanwhile, my left hand had been resting on her bush, just above her slit.  She began rocking her hips, encouraging me to explore that area, to put that lazy hand to work.  Holding my fingers tight together, I moved them down over her womanhood and began massaging her labia in a circular motion.  I’d long ago discovered that that was the quickest way to get her lubricated because it involved stimulation from the vaginal opening to her clit, and outer and inner labia, all at once.  She sighed and it worked better than usual because she was already wet.  I smeared her juices around her crotch, wetting everywhere between her thighs and up into her bush. 

I love the taste of a woman’s nectar, something, unfortunately, Brenda didn’t share.  Since she was already so wet and open, I worked tips of my middle and ring fingers around the opening of her woman’s well, encouraging it to open more as well as wetting them for entry.  Then I slipped both fingers into her as deep as they would go.  She gasped and lifted her hips to meet them.  I pumped them in and out a few times, getting them soaked, then moved them to her right nipple.  As my mouth continued to pay homage to her left breast, I wiped her juices onto her nipple, then returned my fingers to her well for more.  Repeating this process three or four times, her nipple was wet and glistening with her nectar.  Her breathing had become ragged and I watched that wet nub rise and fall with it. 

Lifting my mouth from her left breast I placed my left hand with wet fingers outstretched on the outside of her right breast and pulled it toward my mouth as I moved over her. 

“Ahhh,” she sighed as my mouth clamped onto her soaking nipple, filling my mouth with her flavor. 

We’d done this many times, usually with me cleaning her nipple, rewetting it with her nectar, and repeating several times.  This time, however, she really surprised me.  Placing her hand over mine, she pulled it up as she tilted her head down and sucked the fingers which were wet with her into her mouth.  I felt her tongue swirl around them, cleaning them thoroughly, then she let her head rest back as my fingers slipped from her mouth. 

Holy, shit, I was momentarily stunned.  Lifting my head from her breast, I searched her face.  Her eyes and lips were closed, mouth moving as she worked her flavor around in her mouth, brow not furrowed; no indication she didn’t like it.  I decided to explore this new possibility.  My mouth returned to her nipple as my fingers returned to her well to refresh in the hot liquid silk within.  Her hips pumped to meet my fingers as they again became drenched with her.  I pulled them from her and lifted my head as I brought my hand up, but this time instead of wiping them on her nipple, I watched her face as I placed them to her lips.  A moment’s hesitation, then her mouth opened to accept my offering.  My fingers slipped inside and her lips closed as I felt her tongue working around, finding all her flavor.  Still, no indication she didn’t like it.  Fuck!  Time to notch it up a bit.

I noticed myself shaking with lust as I moved my body over her.  She reached down and guided my cock to the entry of her well.  With a slow thrust, I buried myself in her, trapping her hand between us.  That had happened before, but this time she left it there when I lifted for another stroke.  I thought she would rub her clit, another thing she’d never done, but her hand remained motionless.  After several long, deep strokes where I’d grind myself against her when I bottomed, pressing her hand against her clit, I figured my dick was wet enough for her mouth. 

“Suck me,” I said.  She gave no response.  I moved to kneel on her left side with my wet cock close to her head.  She turned toward it and opened her mouth.  I slipped it in and like with my fingers, her lips closed on it and her tongue went to work cleaning.  I began slowly stroking in and out, fucking her mouth.  Geez, I was close to cumming. 

Reaching down, I sank my fingers into her, pumping in and out to match my dick in her mouth.  Her hips moved in response.  I couldn’t believe how wet she was.  For a while, I alternated between penetration and massaging her clit, drenching her entire crotch in her liquid silk.  Whimpers came from her, around my cock.  Her right hand was on her belly, close to her navel, trembling.  Lifting my fingers to her mouth, I cleaned her from them, relishing in her flavor. 

“Damn, you taste good,” I breathed.  She shuddered and groaned on my cock.  I’d quit my stroking to keep from cumming, but her tongue continued to work.  I felt a dollop of precum flow down.  Normally, she’d pull my dick out of her mouth and clean out the precum, but this time she just kept licking and sucking.  Shit, that pushed me closer to the edge.  I began wondering how she’d react to me cumming in her mouth, something she’d always hated.

“I want to taste you on your fingers,” I said.  Her hand moved slightly down, then stopped.  Placing my hand over hers, I guided it down to her crotch.  As I pressed her middle finger into her slit, I came.  Fuck!  When the first spurt went into her mouth she grunted and jerked like I’d hit her in the gut.  My first reaction was to pull out, but with all the other new stuff going on, I stayed put and blasted my load onto her tongue.  She made no attempt to pull away. 

“Fuck, I didn’t expect that.  Keep sucking.  Try swallowing when you cum,” I said, then dropped my head to her crotch in a reverse 69 position.  My tongue went to frantic work on her clit as I felt her mouth still clamped around my dick.  After a minute her body stiffened, and her tongue went hard against my dick as a loud squeal/groan escaped her nose and her fingers dug into my back. Her hips bucked and twisted against my mouth for several seconds before her hands began pressing on my shoulders trying to push me away.  I kept it up for short while longer, knowing that she liked it even if she did act like I was killing her.  All the while her mouth stayed clamped on my cock. 

Finally, I lifted my head from her crotch, my mustache drenched with her juices.  Hoisting myself up onto my arms, I looked down at her face, eyes closed, lips clamped tight around my cock, brow not furrowed, breasts rising and falling like she’d just run ten miles, nipples beginning to soften.  I reached down and grasped my cock, stroking down as I slowly pulled it from her mouth, milking out the last dregs.  Her lips remained tight around it, closing as it exited, leaving a small droplet of cum on the lower one as I lifted myself from her.  She moved her upper lip out and back in to drag it into her mouth.  I kissed her and she kissed back, but kept her lips together, even as I probed with my tongue.  Her juices in my mustache wet her upper lip. 

“You didn’t swallow?” I asked.  Eyes still closed; she shook her head.  “Well, you can get up and spit it out, or you can swallow and we can lay here and cuddle.  Your choice.”  My left hand began caressing her breast.  Nothing changed about her face for a few seconds, then she found my hand with hers, grasped tightly, took a breath, and swallowed.  Her body jerked, head lifted, and she made a sound like she was about to puke.  She put her other hand over her mouth and twitched several times, fighting the spasms. 

Soon she relaxed, waved her hand at her face, opened her eyes, and looked at me with a slight smile.  “Whew, that was different. I taste much better than you, but I think I can get used to it.”