I took a deep breath and looked over at Cindy. She lay on her back, her legs spread immodestly, one hand on her belly, another gently teasing her own nipple. The fair skin of her throat and breast, as well as her cheeks, were pink with arousal. The blue irises of her eyes was almost gone, replaced by deep, black sultry pupils, her mouth chewing slightly on her upper lip. My eyes traveled longingly over her breasts, the gentle sway of waist leading to hip, the soft pubic hairs glistening from the flickering of tiny flames.

I crawled between her legs, my hands running up her calves and knees before resting flat and open against the outsides of her thighs. I looked at her again, saw her lip quivering with anticipation, and moved myself higher, so my face hovered about a foot over her pubic thatch.

I considered it for a moment, having not gotten much of a look at it before, and thought it was lovely. Her labia’s lips were pink and swollen, softly folded and enticing. Her mound was covered with a soft down of crinkly blonde hairs, neatly trimmed at the bikini line, but she was much more covered with hair than any of the other girls – with the exception, possibly, of Anna, who I hadn’t really gotten a look at.

As I closely examined Cindy for the first time, I felt the mat shift. I looked up, and saw that Jessica and Jeff were now sitting a short distance away on the edge of the mat, resting their backs against the couch. "Don’t mind us," Jessica said. "We just couldn’t see from where we were."

I turned back to Cindy, glancing over at her, and she gave me an apprehensive smile. The hand on her belly slid lower, so that her finger tips just furrowed the top of her pubic hairs, then I saw her exert pressure on herself, pull away. I looked up at her again, so her eyes, pools of liquid desire, and smiled reassuringly at her. Keeping my eyes trained on hers, I lowered my face ever so slowly to her folds. My face could feel her heat, like a warm summer breeze against my skin.

I gently kissed the center of her lips, saw her head fall back onto the mat, out of my view, and my eyes fixed on her breast. Her other hand had shifted to her other breast now, and she was lightly clutching and releasing the tip of her breast around her nipple. I moved lower, kissing her softly once more. Her breasts seemed to hitch. I had no idea what I was doing, but I was guessing from her responses that I was doing something right.

Somewhat nervously, I extended my tongue and gave her an imperceptible, experimental lick. She tasted tangy, salty and wet. Cindy’s soft, shuddering intake of breath emboldened me. I returned my lips to the site of the first lick, extended my tongue, and gave her a firm, moist lap.

Cindy’s thighs twitched and she let out a loud gasp. My tongue was definitely the ticket, I decided, and I extended my tongue for a third time, this time dragging it up the length of her folds across the sultry, salty skin, her hairs tickling my nose, lips and tongue as I moved upwards. Both of her heads suddenly gripped my head, her thighs quaking and shivering against my cheeks, and she pressed my face into her, burying my nose in the musty curls of her hair, driving my tongue, lips and teeth hard into her. A long, drawn out moan rewarded my efforts.

Face clamped against her by her hands, I kept working my lips and tongue, flicking between the upper part of her lips, slipping between hairs and her folds to taste the strong salt within. Her thighs flexed powerfully against my cheeks, and then rose up, pushing against my armpits. I moved my arms, continuing my explorations with my tongue, slipping my arms under the deliciously soft skin of her under thighs, gripping the tops of her legs with my hands.

This new position seemed to part her lips further, and my tongue darted between, beyond the hairs of her pubis and into her tart, succulent opening. I drove my tongue as deep as I could, rasping hungrily against her burning hot insides, so strong with her odor and taste. I felt her hips grind up against me, heard her sharp intake of breath, sounding more like a sob than respiration.

After bathing her opening with my tongue for several moments, which was met with more moans and groans from Cindy, I ran my tongue back upwards, snaking my hands around her thighs and between her legs, my fingers spreading her delicate lips while my pink member leisurely made it’s way between. Her fingers gripped the back of my head, taking handfuls of hair and squeezing her thighs, a long, drawn out grunt of pleasure sounding almost like exquisite pain.

I drew back a moment to let her catch her breath, and I felt her hands and thighs relax slightly. Her bare feet moved to rest upon my back, raising her upwards more, giving me better access to her private parts. I leaned in again, fingers still keeping her labia open, lips gently caressing the small, hard tissue near the top of her folds. My eyes fixed on her panting body above, I saw her bosom hitch. I extended my tongue and gave her clitoris a good, hard lick.

Cindy’s back arched and she screamed. Her fingers knotted into my hair, pulling my scalp painfully tight. Soft thighs suddenly went taunt, cords of muscles rippling beneath her flesh. I allowed her to catch her breath, then flickered my tongue against the tiny button of tissue again. A desperate moan escaped from her, I felt her heels digging into my back, her hands running through my hair with wanton desire. Panting above me, she grunted as my lips brushed her again.

Her thighs, slick with sweat, slid against my cheeks as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue. I licked and kissed her clitoris before moving around her pubis to kiss her lips, run my tongue through the harsh curls of her mound, or drive as deep as my tongue could go into her orifice. I then gave her a long, running lick from orifice to clitoris, letting my index finger slip down, brushing against her lip, sliding between them. I clamped my lips against her clit again, sucked it gently into my mouth, and drove my finger inside her channel.

Cindy’s back arched again, and the muscles in her thighs spasmed against my ears. She screamed again, this time a long, loud, reckless scream that turned into a long, stuttering sob as I teased her with the tip of my tongue.

My finger was inside her channel, a pulsing oven of moist, velvet flesh, squishing through her copious juices till I could go no further. I released her clit from my mouth, and Cindy’s body began to relax slightly, her last vocalization dying into heavy panting. She shrieked as my finger wiggled inside her, the shriek turning into a guttering moan as my tongue flickered against her clit again.

Her hands were pressing my face against her again, grinding my lips against her, sweaty thighs flexing against my head, heels digging painfully into my back. My finger felt her channel suddenly constrict, heard Cindy’s moan suddenly end in a very sharp intake of breath. My mouth and tongue were working against her now urgently, my first finger now joined by a second.

I took a deep drag on her clitoris, driving my fingers as deeply as I could inside her, and I felt her entire body tense around me, thighs clamping down on my ears, fingers curling against my scalp, heels digging and quaking against my back. My fingers felt like they were suddenly in a vise, and I heard Cindy grunt deep in the back of her throat with each powerful pulse of her pussy, then a long, deep groan rattle out of her as the pulse became a flurry of spasms.

Panting exhaustedly above me, Cindy released my head, leaped up a little as I tested her clit with my tongue. A high pitched "Oh!" escaped her lips, and her body trembled.

"Oh God," she panted. "S-s-s-stop!"

I pulled my face back, my fingers still gripped by a light pulsing of her channel. "You okay?" I asked softly.

She nodded, a huge, dopey smile on her face. "Oh…. Yeah," she said, dreamily. "Just… too… sensitive."

Slowly and as tenderly as possible, I withdrew my fingers, her body trembling again. I guess she saw the look of disappointment on my face, because she smiled as she unsteadily sat up. "I’m not done with you, yet," she said. "Lay down."

I did as I was told and laid down on my back. I watched as she hesitantly got astride my thighs, her warmth bathing my legs. She reached up and ran her fingers over my chest, gently exploring my pectorals and my collarbones, then over my wide shoulders. She smiled at me, a mix of apprehension and barely controlled desire. Cindy leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, our tongues dancing playfully for a moment before she moved to my chin and finally my neck.

The shift in her position caused several of her pubic hairs to tickle my leg. Her lips seared the flesh of my neck and then over my collarbone, and she shifted again, this time her damp warmth scraping against my thigh. She shivered involuntarily as I felt her leave a trail of wetness. Then her lips resumed their attack, her teeth teasingly nibbling all around my small nipple before her lips moved into to capture it. I groaned as she sucked it hard into her mouth, her tongue swirling against it delightfully, and I moaned again as I felt one of her hands slide up the inside of my thigh.

She moved lower, while the hand rose higher, cupping my balls. Her mouth was scorching hot against my abdomen and belly button, then an even warmer tongue raced against my skin, leaving a faint trail of dampness in its wake. I moaned again as her hand gently rubbed my scrotum. I was so aroused, so intensely focused on my need, I wanted to roll her over and take her then, pound into her with all my might till I released my pent-up desire. Instead, I resisted, allowing her mouth and hand to pleasantly torture their way closer to the center of my need.

One of her breasts glanced across my penis, then a hand was upon it, sliding across the wetness of my mergers with Mandy and Jessica. Her mouth was just inches from it; I could feel her hot breath against me. I moaned as her hot, pink tongue hesitantly lapped on my hairy balls, then shivered with delight as she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. She let it out with a noisy pop and looked up at me. "Do you like that?" she asked.

I nodded, and shuddered as she tuck the other ball into her mouth in the same fashion. Her hand had slowly began to move up and down the shaft, maddeningly soft with a very loose grip. Dancing fingers across my member as her tongue worked its magic against my sack.

Her mouth was gone, and suddenly, was back, this time against the head of my shaft, and I cried out in delight as she kissed the small opening at its tip, then lapped up the sticky secretions oozing from it. "Salty," she commented before taking the head into her mouth and sucking slightly. I moaned again. The exquisite sensation of being inside her mouth caused my heart to thunder in my chest, the warmth to rise across my body. I resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth, instead, relaxing and letting her do the work.

And work she did, swirling her tongue against the head and then underneath, her lips creating powerful suction on the top quarter of my shaft. She ever so slightly took more into her mouth, paused, and let it out, leaving me sloppy wet and moaning. She let me plop out of her mouth and then ran her tongue down one side and up the other, before taking me into her mouth once more to repeat the process.

This time, I couldn't resist, and my hips jerked slightly upwards. The movement caught her by surprise, and she backed away. "Am I hurting you?" she asked.

"No... it feels terrific," I told her.

"Good," she said, slurping noisily on my cock once more. She pointed the shaft straight in the air and licked the prominent vein below from the base to the tip, where she swirled her tongue against me. I felt something involuntarily contract, and my penis flinched slightly. Cindy arched an eyebrow at me and gently kissed my underside again; my penis flinched again.

"Hmm," she purred, lapping at the tip again. I felt the mat shift slightly and heard murmurs and several passionate cries, but soon I was back in Cindy's mouth and the world vanished once more.

This time, she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue working away at me. The sensation drove me wild, and I involuntarily thrust upwards several times. Cindy accounted for this by wrapping her hands around the base of my shaft, preventing me from going too far into her mouth, but allowing me to indulge my instincts. I could feel a powerful explosion building up inside of me.

I reached down and gently pulled her away from me. "Please... stop..." I told her.

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "But we aren't done."

"You are going to make me come," I told her.

"That's the idea," she replied, and immediately took my head into her mouth again.

I let her pleasure me, her mouth swirling, bobbing, slobbering and otherwise driving me wild as my desire built to a fever pitch. I no longer had any control over my hips, and I was thrusting wildly into her mouth. Several times I forced my way down her throat, and she expelled me with a cough and a weak smile. I pumped away, until finally, I felt the point of no return. My balls lifted and the semen boiled up from within.

"Oh God," I cried out. "I'm coming!"

The first ejaculation of semen splattered against her tongue and teeth, but then her mouth sealed my penis in and the rest gushed down her throat in long, gooey ropes. Spent and gasping for air, I collapsed onto the mats, only after it was over realizing that my entire body had contorted, raising my torso up, off the mats. Sweat pouring off me, I gathered Cindy up in my arms and hugged her close to me, my penis slowly going soft.

"Was that okay?" she asked.

"That was wonderful," I replied. "We'll have to do it again some time."