Her pretty pussy, which should have been closed like a virgin's, had opened into a thin slit, from which a fluid flowed. I caressed her thighs, separating them like a frog's. It seemed she felt ashamed of this place, not just sexually, but also for being an excretory organ. However, despite her words of protest, she made no effort to resist. On the contrary, she even opened her legs on her own.
"I don't understand how a woman's scent can be so fragrant when she's feeling. I really like your smell, Elizabeth. It's like being in a field of flowers."
I let my fingers play with the blonde hair, then I rubbed her pubic mound and parted it. My blue eyes shone with magic as I analyzed every inch of her.
Here are the large lips, here are the small lips, and this is the urethral opening. Wow, there are a lot of little fleshy things growing in there... How can you not feel good when you stick this in here?
"Hmm..."
"Huh! Please, don't do that! I've never felt a sensation like this before, it runs from my stomach to my head, wow..."
Oh, that's right, I told her to tell me how she feels. But I thought Elizabeth didn't like me. Is she serious about all this?
Probably not...
"Haun!"
When I touched her lips, she swayed her hips and turned.
Is she too sensitive? I don't think she touches herself because she has no sexual desire, but... yeah, I think her clitoris is small. Well then, let me give her a little pleasure.
The tip of my tongue, warm and precise, slid over the small clitoris. The touch was light, but her reaction, an instant shiver, confirmed the area's sensitivity. I moved slowly, exploring the small protuberance, the warmth of my mouth contrasting with her skin, causing a sensation she had never experienced.
I noticed the soft taste of the skin, a slight saltiness mixed with a natural perfume. The tip of my tongue felt the small protuberance pulsing, a physical response that I absorbed in silence.
"Ahh!"
A good response. She writhed and threw herself back.
"Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not... I think I've just been struck by lightning..."
"Okay."
I licked, my tongue precisely touching her clitoris in a fast, repetitive motion, a low, wet sound joining her gasps.
The sensation was a combination of warmth and moisture, a direct stimulus that made her shiver, the muscles of her thighs contracting.
The contact intensified, with each lick the sensation deepened, and I felt my body tremble with the effort, her hips tilting slightly in response.
"Hee!! Mmm-hmm!"
"Gulp!, Gulp!, ..., Gulp!, Gulp!, Gulp!, Gulp!"
Elizabeth squealed and moved her hips. I held her in place, licking and sucking on her swollen flower buttons, licking her slit and sipping her fluids.
"Ku ~waa Ahhhhh!!" She screamed like an animal.
"Elizabeth, are you okay?"
"Ahe, huu ..."
She spread her toes and panted.
I'm sure she had an orgasm. The fluid gushed. Maybe I was too intense with her clitoris the first time.
Then she started to breathe heavily.
"Ah, ah, ah... you... no... something... something buzzed inside me..."
"I knew it. You had an orgasm."
"I had an orgasm...?"
"Yes, that's what happens when women get excited. When we do this, you should tell me when you're about to have one."
"... I understand.
I did it!!!
I was about to strike a victory pose, but then I thought her vagina might be tense.
If I loved her, she would be the only one to be inserted. I was sure she had accepted that before, but, honestly, I thought she had more potential for penetration without lubricant. Just get into the mood and give her a little 'shake'.
"Kyaanh!"
My wife is so surprisingly docile, it's scary... She was always serious and elegant, even rigid.
I liked it when she said, "Well, I'll get some lotion...", as if she were looking for a pair of glasses.
"I don't need that," I said, sliding my index finger, which was warm and already moist, into her entrance. The internal skin gave way with a softness that I felt distinctly. I deepened the touch, exploring the cavity that opened to me, feeling the temperature and moisture of the interior. A low, wet, almost sucking sound accompanied the entry of my finger.
The heat and moisture deepened the sensation. Her interior was softer than I expected, yielding with a wetness that made me swallow hard. With each movement, a tremor ran through my arm, a contained impulse to go deeper.
"Hey, what... what are you... doing? Hmmm ...."
Squish!, squish!....
Gulp!.
"Elizabeth, do you hear that? That sound is the nectar coming out of you. When you were being sucked by me, you knew you were expelling something, didn't you? Let me show you."
"Hmm... this... ummm... that's not the case..."
"It must be good. You're moving your hips."
Wow, this is amazing. She sucked my fingers. I think I'm going to ejaculate just from this. I'd like to do 'fucking with fingers' too, but... I still need to practice that.
I took some of her fluid, which was visibly thicker. I pulled my finger out of Elizabeth's vagina and let her watch as I stretched the threads between my fingers.
"This sticky thing gushed from your crotch, Elizabeth. When a woman feels good, she secretes this fluid, and she can accept a man without any lotion."
The liquid was so erotic that Elizabeth, even without understanding why, turned her head away like a child.
I extended my hand, my fingers intertwining with hers. I guided her, her palm pressing the firm bulge beneath the fabric of my robe. I felt the surprise in her hand, her fingers closing with curiosity. Her voice was a whisper,
"How... how are you like this without help?"
Instead of answering, I leaned in. My lips met hers. Her response was hesitant, then deepened. My tongue touched hers, a contact that made her gasp. As we kissed, my free hand slid to her waist, feeling the soft skin under my fingers.
My thumbs slid down, exploring the curves of her hips before firming up, pulling her to me. I got up, the weight of my body covering hers. My knees positioned themselves between her legs, and I aligned myself over her, the warmth of my skin against hers.
I untied the waist of my robe, feeling the silky fabric fall. My erection, heavy and pulsating, hung forward and rested gently on her stomach. I felt the warmth and softness of her skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and I watched surprise take over her blue eyes, which fixed on me.
"Elizabeth, I can't hold back, let's start."
"Yes... but without lotion...?"
The thick tip found the opening. An initial pressure was felt. The entrance was narrow. The friction was immediate, a hot and wet contact. The resistance gave way, and the tip began to slide, a slow and controlled movement. A muffled sound of skin against skin filled the silence. The sensation was one of intense compression and heat. The entrance opened gradually for me.
"Gnhh... Aaaaaah!"
A muffled sound in her throat turned into an uncontrollable moan.