The tips of his fingers moved closer and closer to an eager-to-be-touched vulva and the young beauty moaned with passion and squirmed hotly.
Slowly, his fingers moved closer and closer to the pink, hairless vulva until one finger moved in a slow oval pattern in which it almost, but not quite, touched the pouting labiae in the warm, white nest of wide open crotch.
As it moved, Bette felt his cheek brush against an inner thigh, felt moist breath bathing her, then the finger did touch and her body jerked.
"That didn't hurt, did it, darling?" came a whisper from her crotch.
"Oh no, sweet Jesus, no. Oh darling, take me… take me… Do anything you want with me. It's so good… so… uh… good."
She felt the man moving in her crotch, then shrieked in ecstasy as his lips touched her tender crotch lips in a kiss so light that it was a kiss of butterflies and gentle July breezes.
The kiss was repeated, his mouth moved, then a low, broken cry of passion tore from Bette's throat as a slightly raspy tongue touched the bottom of her slit, paused, then slowly licked all the way up to the top. There was a pause, then the deliciously maddening tongue again licked slowly from the bottom to the top of her vulva.
Not just her vulva, but her whole body tingled and trembled as electric charges radiated out from her crotch, then the voltage was increased as Bette realized that these were only the preliminary touches and that the man had told her he would suck and lick there until she climaxed.
What she had experienced to that point was greater by far than any orgasm she had ever experienced and she found herself wondering whether she could survive the promised joys of oral sex to orgasm.
His fingers still feather light, Derek parted those tender lips and he trembled as he stared into the darker interior which shone brightly with virgin dew. His plans for further teasing went out the window and, with a groan, his open mouth pressed down onto her vulva and he began to suck.
"Oh Jesus… Jesus… you're sucking… you're sucking my cunt," Bette announced, although it seemed obvious that he was aware of that. "Oh yes… yes… yes… Oh Christ… it's wild… suck… suck… suck… oh sweet Jesus… my cunt… my cunt… suck… suck… suck… "
She heard the slurping sounds from her crotch, heard the man's muffled moans and groans and felt his fingers and palms adding to her joy as they explored her tummy and hips and thighs then they strayed upward until each hand held one of her breasts and she discovered that her nipples could get as aroused and as sensitive as her clit.
"It's too good… it's too good," Bette panted as Derek fondled and sucked. "Nothing can be this good… oh yes… yes… suck… suck… suck my cunt my darling lover angel."
Derek didn't need to be told what to do, but he gave no indication that he resented her directions as his arms wrapped around her hips, he raised her body higher and as he went on sucking, Bette looked up to see that his hair and face were wet with perspiration.
And then she understood why his greedily sucking mouth found so much juice in her slit as she felt him pouring his saliva into her where it could blend with her vaginal juice to provide more and more for the greedy man to suck.
Derek was so generous with his saliva that despite his voracious sucking, her vagina was unable to hold it all and she felt warm fluid trickling down into the crack of her behind, then down her back to add to her fierce delight.
And still he sucked on as though the fluid he stole from her generous slit was necessary to sustain life and her hot little well produced that fluid copiously.
But there were higher peaks of ecstasy yet to scale, Bette discovered as she felt his tongue snaking into her wildly tingling vaginal slit. It probed and darted like a wild creature, an erotic asp. Each touch, each lashing flick increased the voltage of the electrical charges and each time she felt sure she had achieved the ultimate in arousal, the man licked her upward to yet another plateau.
"Oh Derek… Derek," she panted as his tongue licked slowly over and around her tenderized clitoris, "I'm… uh… going to… uh… to come… come… come…"
His arms wrapped more tightly around her sweat-wet, naked body, his tongue continued the maddeningly slow lapping, then all the world and heaven and hell exploded in her crotch, Bette gasped, shrieked, then her body was jerking madly in orgasm the like of which she had never even imagined.
Derek withdrew his tongue but kept his open mouth warmly over her vagina, comforting and congratulating the virgin as spasm after spasm tore through her lovely young body. When the spasms finally passed, Bette was too weak to speak and Derek, understanding, was content to hold her and bathe in the golden glow that radiated from her.
"Oh Derek," she managed later, her voice small and trembly, "I don't believe it. Nothing in all the world can be like that."
"Do I take it that you found a bit of pleasure in your first cunt lapping, my little angel?"
"You nut," she responded and managed a little laugh. "You must be the world's greatest lover, but to ask a question like that tells me that you're also a great idiot."
"I'll accept both those statements of praise. In fact, having savored the silken warmth and the delicious flavor of your lovely crotch, I'll accept anything you say. Dear one, I had my face in heaven and I drank heavenly nectar in your cunt. By the way, does your little pink place still feel warm and tingly?"
"Oh yes, more than that. I can feel it flowing like the sun. I've got the sun between my legs. All I need now is to have something else there, something big and strong and beautiful like your cock. Do you think that can be arranged?"
"I'm sure it can and I can assure you that my cock, and the rest of me, is more than eager to do that. Not even the most fortunate of men ever get to fuck an angel."
"Then why don't you stop talking and do it, damn you?"
"Because your tender little pussy isn't quite ready for it yet. That's why."
"You have to be kidding. This randy little cunt feels like it's ready to take West Point, buildings and all," she told him and they laughed.
"I hope you realize that you're a most unusual virgin," Derek told her as his right hand strayed into her crotch to gently stroke the moist warmth of her vulva. "Trust me, my angel," he added as he stroked and patted and felt her body responding. "I want to bring you about half way up. We'll know when the moment is just perfect and then I'll give you what we both want. Do you trust me, darling?"
"Yes, Derek, more than I've ever trusted anyone."
"Then lie back and relax, angel. You're within a little more than seconds of your first fuck."
Lying back, Bette sighed as his finger stole gently into her hot, wet slit, then it was doing magic things there, sending fresh waves of arousal and desire sweeping through her flowing, tingling body.
With the practiced skill of an experienced lover, Derek read the signals in the sounds of her breathing and the motions of her writhing body, then he rolled over onto her, felt her arms wrap around him and saw her legs open wide.
He reached between them and in one sure move, the head of his penis was at the portal and she felt her labiae being pushed aside to make way. With a slow, gently push, Derek's stiff cherry plucker forced the tiny aperture open and then she felt it throbbing inside her.
"Oh God, you're in me. I can feel the great big head of your cock in my cunt. Oh, it's so big. When will it hurt me?"
"Soon, darling, soon," the man told her as he braced himself and prepared for the ultimate onslaught. The hurt will happen, but don't think about it. Feel every inch of your very first fuck, my darling angel. Feel how my stiff cock throbs in your tight little slit. Feel it, darling," he panted as he worked against the barrier that had to go.