Tiana’s turn

Tiana is next, which makes me nervous. I like her, but she’s always intimidated me with her poise and grace, strength and control. I kneel between her legs and look up—

—to my surprise, she looks uneasy—nervous and unsure of herself. She smiles at me, or tries to; I’m not sure what her smile is supposed to convey, but mostly it just looks sickly. She’s as nervous as I am! With the thought, with the crack in Tiana’s poise, my anxiety vanishes. I can’t imagine I ever intimidated her (or anyone) before, but maybe I do now? Or maybe it’s the other girls . . . that seems more likely to me. In any case, it doesn’t really matter.

I let my hands play slowly over Tiana’s strong, flawless thighs, running up their inner surfaces almost to her pussy and then around and back down to her knees. I plant kisses along each of her inner thighs and hear a soft sigh of pleasure. I look up again; her expression has eased somewhat. Better take it slow, I think.

I spend quite a while avoiding her slit, kissing and caressing her thighs and the lines where they meet her hips. As I did with Eileen, I give her Venus mound considerable attention; it’s flatter than Eileen’s, but equally bare. (I’m not sure why it surprises me that Tiana shaved her pussy, but it does.) Slowly, slowly, I feel her body ease under me; looking up, I see that same ease on her face. Time to dive in.

I spread Tiana’s flower with my thumbs and lean forward to blow on her from stern to stem. She giggles and moans at the same time, somehow, which is a new one for me. She looks like a chocolate truffle, with a milk chocolate center and chocolate liqueur inside a dark chocolate shell. Her cleft is deep and already quite wet; her inner lips are small, delicate, and wavy, while her clit is long but totally hooded. I stroke her slit with my nose, inhaling deeply. To my surprise, her fragrance is light and tangy with a hint of spice. (It shouldn’t surprise me, because it was completely irrational for me to expect her to smell like chocolate—but you try arguing with your subconscious and see if it gets you anywhere.) I lap up her girl-honey with a broad, flat tongue, which makes her gasp; she tastes delightful, much as she smells but with a stronger note of sweet spice.

I let my tongue wander through Tiana’s quim, enjoying her nectar and teasing her inner lips. Her moans are high and breathy, which pleases me—they’re so unlike her singing voice, I figure I must be having a profound effect on her. I lick up and down several times, both inside and outside her labia minora (and once along their edges), before I finally let myself start to enjoy her clit. As I twirl my tongue around it, I slip a finger into her hotbox; she yowls softly at the invasion. She’s tight, but I add a second finger anyway, making her yowl louder. I can feel her walls stretching around my digits as I slowly work them in and out of her cunt.

I find Tiana’s G-spot and rub it softly. She tenses up and starts to tremble, and she starts making odd broken-sounding noises. When I rub a little harder and suck her clit into my mouth, I can feel the storm building in her body. I suck hard, flickering my tongue over her button, and the storm breaks. Her pussy roils and spasms around my fingers as her climax flashes through her like a bolt of lightning; her voice goes completely silent, while her body writhes, twists, and flexes as her nerves overload with ecstasy.

When I try to switch places in her twat, Tiana bucks her hips and pushes my head away with both hands. “Enough!” she gasps. “I can’t take any more . . . I’ve never—I’ve never—”