Well, Cecilia knew…and not only because she was a woman. Being a little older than most of us, she had experiences that many of us had not. And there’s really no substitute for experience. She brought all of her experience to bear on me and my ‘lady-parts’ that night, Oh Yeah! She knew where to start and what to do and how to do it!
I could tell my pubic hair, now fully grown back, must have been tickling her nose as she snorted softly as she moved her lips down toward my vagina. She was not exactly operating by touch, there was enough light to visualize the terrain but again, being a woman, she had an excellent ‘mind map’ of where she was going. Like a homing pigeon, but with a little bit of probing with her fingers and tongue between my labia, she found the right spot fairly quickly. Did I say that Cecilia was a smart woman? An experienced woman? Yessss!
Cecilia didn’t go right for the ‘kill’…she’s smart…she knows. She pecked around, nibbled here and nibbled there, probed with her tongue, kissed my inner thighs, massaged my tummy, and even reached up to my nipples to give them an occasional tweak. All of this not only heightened my sensations, it heightened my ANTICIPATION! I wanted more and I didn’t know when it would be happening. And when it did happen it was just a tiny bit more, and then a tiny bit fore after that..and then almost nothing…and a little more. Cecilia was playing me like she would a pizzicato on a violin. ‘plink, plink, plink’, ‘tease, tease, tease’. An accumulation of those sensations was build up inside me. Moist vagina, Schmoist vagina. My pussy was WET!
Cecilia’s lips and tongue went into high gear. Her tongue probed higher between my labia and the tip of her tongue hit the tip of my clitoris. I flinched. Her tongue did it again and I flinched again. Her lips surrounded my little clit and sucked on it. I didn’t flinch, I went into full spasm, quivering. And then she eased off. Shortly that devilish pair, lips and tongue, returned to my clitoris and got the same reaction from me…only a bit more. They went away and came back…and did that again…and again…I couldn’t count the number of times. Finally, again after I don’t know how long, her lips grasped my clit and her tongue played its pizzicato on it and I lost my mind!
I didn’t think of it at the time but I wouldn’t have been surprised if some had called the police my sheik was so loud and forceful. Thank goodness the sorority house was practically empty. who knows what the girls still in residence might have heard. I wasn’t thinking about. Cecilia was, however, and gently covered my mouth as my vocal reaction rolled out.
And that’s to say nothing of what my body was doing. The only words I can think of to describe it are: ‘Body Quake’. I shuddered, tensed, arched my back all while Cecilia still had her lips around my clit. As soon as she relaxed, I relaxed. And then, vixen that she turned out to be, she started her attentions to m clit again and…yes…go the same reaction from me again…and again..and again. I finally had to groan to Cecilia, ‘Enough! Oh, please stop! I don’t think I can live through one more!’…but she did it again…one or two more times until I absolutely was in a state of collapse.
Lying there with Cecilia kneeling between my legs, smiling at me, I began to feel the slowly diminishing waves of orgasmic subsidence…after shocks of my ‘Body Quake’ if you will. What sex I had up to that time…and it was not a lot…was never as good as that. And to be honest, Drummond, hardly any since…except until I met you. Maybe I should call my orgasms with you ‘Super Cecilian’? ‘Uber-Cecilian’? ‘Meta Cecilian’? Well, a simple word, for example, perhaps, INCOMPARABLE, will have to do!