Title: Voyage of Discovery
Author: davidq                  
Keywords: Mg


The sun is warm, its light reflected in a million splinters from the
ocean.  The gentlest of breezes airs the room; the gauzy curtains
shiver around the edges of the open French doors.

The strawberries are cool, cool and sweet and delicious.  They remind
me of you.  I take one from the bowl, place it in your mouth.  Your
lips are soft, moist, beautiful.  Our eyes lock as you eat.  Yours are
deep and warm.  Mine --- mine are windows straight through to the depths
of my soul.  Mine can hide nothing from you.

I take another strawberry, but this time I put it between my teeth,
half-in, half-out of my mouth.  I lean toward you.  You understand.
Perfectly.  You lean over too, your head tilted slightly, your
gorgeous, voluptuous mouth opening just so.  You take the strawberry
into your mouth.  Our lips meet, an electrically charged flash of
sweet strawberry and... something else entirely.  I bite down,
strawberry juice flows across our lips.  We hold ourselves there,
savouring the tastes...  then part slowly.

We gaze again into each other's eyes as we eat our half-strawberry.  A
smear of sweet juice glazes your lower lip.  I lean forward again,
kissing it away gently.

The next one is yours.  You hold it in your mouth and I lean in to
kiss-taste it; to kiss-taste you.  Your lips captivate me again with
their softness and sweetness.  I stay, frozen, the sweet fruit binding
us.  I find my fingers touching you, stroking your belly through the
soft cotton of your denim dress.  I have no memory of moving my hand
at all.  Our kiss lingers, cool strawberry, warm desire.

Another from me to you, and your hand is stroking my chest, pulling me
toward you.  I let my fingers wander across the front of your dress,
trembling slightly at the gentle bulges of your new breasts --- your
breath gasps in my mouth.  I suck gently on your lower lip, soft,
delicate but oh-so sensual.

Another strawberry, juice dribbling down our chins, our kisses so
soft, so gentle but oh-so fevered, our touches increasingly intimate.
I stroke your flank; your fingers play with the hem of my t-shirt,
trembling against my belly.  You touch the erection through the thin
cotton of my shorts, once, then again.  Your small hand presses
against me.  My erection presses back.

I stand and hold out my hand to you.  You rise, and I kiss you gently.
I lead you upstairs to the bedroom.  The same ocean light plays across
our new scene.  The bed is large, white, brilliantly lit.  We stand at
the foot, and you open your mouth to speak but I place my finger to
your lips.  Let us not speak; we don't need words to communicate.

I sense you tremble as I unfasten the top button of your dress.  I
hold your gaze as my fingers work slowly down.  Two buttons.  Three.
I reach the last, and open your dress.  Beneath you wear pink panties
and pale cream skin --- what more do you need?  You are beautiful --- the
oh-so-gentle swell of your young breasts, the smooth, flat sweep of
your belly, your long, lean, tanned legs.  I pull your dress wider,
easing it back off your shoulders and letting go.  It falls, its
rustling descent the only sound above our breathing and the ocean
beyond the window.

I kneel in front of you, letting my hands rest lightly on your hips.
I look up into your eyes as I draw down your panties, slipping them
easily over the smooth skin of your thighs, slowly down past your
knees to pool around your feet.  You step out, all trace of
self-consciousness gone.  I look at the place your thighs meet.  I
want you.

I stand, and indicate the bed.  You lie on your tummy, the ocean
sunlight setting your lithe young body aglow.  Radiant, you are,
glorious, naked and radiant.  I kneel next to you on the bed.

I touch you between your shoulder blades.  You murmur; your shoulders
flex.  One by one my finger traces the ridges of your spine, down into
the beautiful curve of your back.  Your skin is warm, living silk;
traveling the valley of your spine is enchantment itself.  I reach the
hollow at the base of your spine and rest my fingers there.  On all
women, all girls this shape is glorious to touch; on you it is
perfection.  There is no other place on Earth that feels so perfect.
No other place, save perhaps one.

The hollow in your back gives way to the gently rising hills of your
buttocks.  My hand begins to climb the beautiful cool slope.  My
fingers press gently, thrilling at your softness.  I sense your
buttocks tensing beneath my touch.  I move slowly, press gently but
firmly, my intent not to tickle but to excite, to let you feel through
my touch the power your young body has over me.  Across your bottom,
down, squeezing gently at the place it folds and becomes, quite
suddenly, your leg, then down across the taut firmness of your
glorious young thigh.

I linger above your knee, then return, passing my hand over your
thigh, your bottom, your lower back, circling the hollow of your spine
with my finger, then tracing a line to the beginning of your buttock
cleft and resting my finger there.  The urge to enter your cleft,
slide my finger deep into the valley and find the cave of your anus is
strong, very strong, so strong my breathing halts, catches.  But no,
not now, not yet.  There will be time for a deeper exploration of your
landscapes; later.

I lean over and kiss the back of your neck, nuzzling aside the rich
strands of your hair.  I see your face, half hidden in your arms, the
glow in your eye the colour of all the treasures of the earth.  I kiss
your cheek, then your neck again, then softly between your shoulder
blades.  Your back arches as I kiss you, down along the valley of your
spine, inch by inch, my lips stealing the tastes of your sun-warmed
skin one at a time.  You taste of life, of beauty, of a billion
possibilities.

I nestle my lips in the hollow of your spine, and gently I touch you
with the tip of my tongue.  I think you feel it; a sound escapes you,
a soft sound, quiet and low that nevertheless rings with deeper,
earthier things.  I kiss your buttock, pressing my lips slowly, deeply
against your soft, cool curves.  Again.  Again, each kiss lingering on
your skin.

Lower.  I kiss the place where the lines and curves meet, breathing
deeply, drinking in the delicate scents of you.  My heart pounds, my
erection throbs.  There is a deep, deep promise in your scent.  It
takes hold of my brain and does not let go.

I kiss your thigh, feeling the tension within it.  Your muscles are
lean, hard beneath the soft skin.  You are glorious.

Trembling, breathless I sit up.  I pull off my t-shirt, throw it
aside.  Your naked body is my world.  There is nothing else.

I touch your bottom; you know what it means.  You turn over.  Your
face is a mask, as if within you have receded into some more private
place.  You throw your arm across your face; your other hand grasps
the duvet, bunching the white cotton into your small fist.  Good.  

I lean over again and kiss your toes.  Gently I lick each one, from
the biggest to the smallest, one at a time.  Your little toe I suck,
working my tongue around it in my mouth.  I move up, kissing, nibbling
your lower leg, across your knee, up onto your thigh.  You move your
legs, opening them for me.  I slow, kissing each inch of your thigh
from outside to inside and back, climbing slowly toward the place I
know you want me to touch.

But not yet!  I kiss the moles on your right thigh, the soft valley
where your leg joins your body, but then I tease you.  I pause, my
lips inches away from your pussy --- your boo! --- breathing gently -
promising --- but then up, up to your belly, to the gentle dip of your
belly button, my kissing leaving her behind.  I hear your low moan and
I smile.

I kiss the broad flat dip of your belly, a glorious plain of sweet
smooth skin.  My fingers caress your thigh, circling from outside to
in between your legs, drifting so close to your boo but never...
quite... touching.  Your belly quivers beneath me.  I lick your belly
button with the tip of my tongue, probing gently.  I know what tricks
your mind is playing with the sensation.  I feel cruel --- but only a
little!

Climbing higher, I kiss the edge of your ribs.  My fingers caress your
belly now as my lips find the gentle swell of your soon-to-be
breasts.  I feel the softness of them, the promise of the woman to be
and part of me feels a sadness.  As a woman you will be beautiful, but
as a girl you are divine.  I will savour every morsel of you while I
can.

You gasp as I close my mouth around the whole of your nipple.  I can
feel its budding beneath my tongue as I circle it, teasing it with my
lips, drawing it up, out, hard, demanding.  I suck on your nipple.  My
erection presses against your thigh.  You press back, urgently.  My
mind begins to swim, my self control beginning to fray and unravel
under the constant assaults of your glorious young body.

I want to taste you now.

I reach up and kiss your mouth, letting my lips linger just above
yours.  We yearn toward each other, our lips parted, breathing each
other in.  I suck your lower lip, your tongue.  You mouth is warm,
moist, avid, your lips soft, full and oh-so welcoming.  We kiss
deeply, both of us trembling with emotion, with passion, with raw
sexuality.  I want you so fiercely.  You want me.  My hand caresses
your belly as we kiss, inching lower.

And I touch that one other place, that one place that feels more
perfect than the sweet hollow of your back.  The gentle cleft at the
base of your abdomen, the sweet valley of your boo.  I touch you with
a single finger; you crush your lips to mine, your tongue reaching
feverishly.  I touch your boo, tracing her length, feeling her
slipperiness.  She is beautiful.  My finger plays at her opening as we
kiss, your mouth open under mine.  Your legs writhe slowly as my
finger caresses your boo, stroking, pressing, sliding in between her
lips to sample her glorious heat.

I want to taste her.

I pull back.  Your face is set in a mask of desire.  I move down the
bed; you open your legs wide, wider, giving me the room to climb
between them.  Trembling, I lower my head to the sweetness between
your thighs, and began to eat.

I lick around the edges of your mound, the beautifully-shaped creases
where your thighs meet your boo.  Right side, then left, I lick
carefully, working inwards with infinite care, the glorious texture of
your soft pussy lips under my tongue.  I feel you twitch; your thighs
tremble, spasm.  You lift your knees, opening them a little farther.

Delicately I reach up.  Delicately I open the sweet butterfly wings of
your boo and lick the warm pink inside.  Your tastes stun me.  You
taste unbelievably lovely, a hint of sea mingled with the light,
musky, heady flavour of your prepubescent cunt.  I shift on the
bed, my cock jabbing uncomfortably beneath me.  You are gorgeous.  I
lick your boo, sucking gently on your firm, undeveloped little clit,
delving into the deep warm glory of your cunt.

I break our rule.  "Oh Abby, sweetheart, you taste so good," I
murmur.  "Honey and cinnamon and a million sweet summer's days."

I can taste, feel your wetness now, the sweet little-girl nectar
flowing inside you, sweeter and richer than the finest strawberries
and cream.  I lap hungrily at your cunt, my tongue deep inside you.
You are moaning continually now, a soft, incredibly arousing
"un... un... un... un..."  sound.  Your bottom rises and falls ever so
slightly; you push your crotch into my face, unconsciously,
un-self-consciously, your whole body given over to the pleasure of my
tongue in your boo.

Then you shout, a little cry --- "ohh!" --- and you grab the sides of my
head.  Your bottom tenses, shudders, and relaxes.  You've cum!  A
beautiful little-girl orgasm!  I keep my tongue working inside your
slippery cunt.  Your hands hold my head in place, pressing me to you.

Very soon afterwards you clench again --- "ohhhh!"  I look up, raising
my head from the glories between your thighs.  You look down, our eyes
meeting over the gentle curves of your lean young body.  Your tongue is
poking from between your lips, your face is flushed, your eyes bright
with desire --- your orgasm face.  You are gorgeous.

I cover your boo with my mouth and eat and eat and eat.

I won't let you go.  You cum again, each orgasm filling my mouth with
a glorious rush of your juices, but I won't let you go.  I want to eat
you, drink you, drain you.  I want to lick you forever, lick your
gorgeous boo, suck your little clitty, revel in your hot, sweet cunt
forever...  The day is young, the ocean light bright.  We have space
enough --- and time...



  
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