Ann teaches Chris to please her with his tongue.

Ann moved next to Chris on the bed, resting her head on the pillow next to his. Slowly, she parted her legs. Her skirt was bunched up at her knees and Chris could see her curly blonde fur poking out. She wasn't wearing panties.

"Get up, Chris," she coaxed. "I want to feel your mouth down there. C'mon, now."

Chris gulped, his wide eyes making Ann smile. He was so innocent, no doubt he had no idea how to touch a woman.

"Go on," she said. "It's time to return the favor. Bend down between my legs and put your mouth there."

With no further hesitation Chris crawled to the foot of the bed, kneeling between Ann's legs. He looked at her pleadingly, obviously unsure of what to do next. Ann lifted her knees, granting him a full view of her wet slit.

"Touch me," she said throatily. "I want to feel your finger. Go ahead and explore."

Ann's body was ripened like a peach. Everything seemed full and perfect, from the unruly dark blonde patch of curls to the slight curve of her calves. Chris gulped again and reached forwards with his finger, the first touch of her heat like a stinging fire.

"You're so hot!" he exclaimed.

"Why, thank you, Chris," Ann laughed. Chris blushed furiously again, the dark color of his cheeks making Ann smile wider. His obvious fright made her even wetter, and in front of Chris's eyes her body swelled further.

Gently, almost as if he were afraid to break her, Chris touched her hot skin, moving the full lips aside to gaze on her tiny bud, which seemed to throb with every beat of Ann's quickening heart.

"Take a long look," Ann said softly, "because you're about to get much more intimate with that part of me. Come on, I want to feel your tongue now. Taste me."

Chris closed his eyes, almost as if he needed the extra strength. This was a lot for him in such a short time; drinking, kissing, getting head...and now it seemed he was about to orally pleasure this older woman, a woman he had respected for some time. His nostrils filled with the scent of her sweet juices as he closed the gap between his mouth and hers, and then he was there, his lips on her bud.

Ann gasped in pleasure, bucking her hips towards Chris. He didn't understand, though, and drew away, certain that he had hurt her.

"No," Ann said. "Come back. Don't use your lips, just your tongue for now." Chris lowered his face slowly back towards her, licking her with the tip of his tongue. "Use it flat," she instructed. "Lick me like a dog licking it's puppies. Lick me like a cat lapping milk. Lick me until I tell you to stop."

Chris took another intoxicating breath of Ann's scent and began his task.