It increased her excitement enough that she surprised me when she had what could only have been a fairly small orgasm as she gasped and moaned while several small spasms coursed through her body… and around my finger.
As her climax tapered off, I released her nipple from between my lips and eased my hand from between her thighs; when I got my hand closer, it took only a moment for me to decide that I wanted to clean her essence off it: the faint aroma of her made my mouth water. Sadly, it was only a few moments work to get that accomplished before I moved to get my head even with hers again. When she saw me looking at her, she gave me a smile that lit up her face before she softly told me "What you were doing with your hand… it felt real good, but I didn't expect that to happen!"
I grinned back as I told her "Kinda surprised me, too", teasing her a bit. As she started to blush faintly, I asked "Do you need or want a little time, or would it be okay if I kept going?"
"I don't doubt that you can make me feel way better than that little old thing", she declared, "and I'm looking forward to it!"
Lowering my head, the two of us shared several kisses that were small and brief – but no less affectionate than the ones before. She was willing to accept it when I changed from kissing her lips to the corners of her mouth, the hollows of her throat, and shoulders. As my lips touched farther and farther afield from hers, I gradually moved my body over hers before starting to blaze a trail of kisses, gentle lip-bites, and softly sucking on random spots of her smooth skin that moved me lower and lower on her body. I gladly applied myself to bringing her nipples to rubbery hardness before easing myself even farther down her body. It was after I'd dipped my tongue into her navel and had my lips just short of where her pubic hair started that she seemed to realize where I might be headed, and tell me "I don't think… I don't know… Nobody ever…"
I interrupted to tell her "Ellen, it's okay. I think if you'll give it a chance, you might find that you like it – and I'm going to do it because I like to. If you really want me to stop, I will; just give it a chance first, okay?"
Uncertainly, she asked "You'll really stop if I want?"
I simply nodded, and I heard her soft "I guess it couldn't hurt to find out…"
A few seconds later, my lips were being caressed by the soft strands covering her pelvis. Her pubic thatch was short and amazingly thick – easily as lush as it had appeared to be. Even as close as I was to it, I could barely make out the skin beneath it. That close to my goal, I could also make out the distinct aroma that was hers alone: pleasantly tangy, with a trace of an underlying sweetness, just as her oils had tasted.
When I finally had my head between her thighs, I spent several extra seconds alternating kisses to the insides of her thighs simply so I could use the time between to look at the sight of her – the soft dark petals of her extended labia splitting the bottom of the vee. Slightly thick, they looked to be as soft and tender as when she'd been half MY age; their inner surfaces gleamed with the juices that had escaped through the slightly-winking opening I could faintly see between them. Satisfied that I'd never forget the sight of her, I finally extended my tongue and ran it from the bottom of her cleft to the top, circling her pea-sized clitoris a couple of times at the end.
After I'd repeated my efforts a couple more times, Ellen started bringing her knees up more and more, and spreading her thighs even farther apart. When I stiffened my tongue and tried to worm it through the entrance to her vagina, she groaned and arched her hips up in response. Unable to penetrate her that way, I lapped up what I could of her oils; after gently 'chewing' on her labia with my lips, I used my tongue to tease her clitoris for a little while. It didn't take long for her to go from simply accepting what I was doing, to welcoming it by spreading her thighs as far as they would go while giving voice to her pleasure almost constantly. As I continued my oral pillage, I worked my arms under her legs so that I could reach up and take her breasts in my hands; the parallel assaults at her pelvis and mammaries soon had her unable to do much more than simply moan almost constantly as she tossed her head back and forth.
I'd had a couple of things I wanted to accomplish while I had my head between her legs. First, as tight as she'd been around my finger, I figured that getting her as wet and relaxed as possible would make it easier for her to accept my hard cock. The other was that after she'd said what she had about her orgasm and knowing that I could make her feel better, I meant to do just that: bring her to as strong of a release as I could – which, of course, would help with the first matter, as well. That I was able to savor the taste of her and generally enjoy myself along the way was simply a bonus. A very nice bonus.
Using pretty much everything I'd ever learned about orally pleasuring a woman, I devoted myself to deliberately ratcheting Ellen's pleasure and arousal to higher and higher levels – with brief periods of letting her "fall back" along the way. Drawing random patterns on and around her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, using varying amount of pressure, and at wildly varying speeds. Repeatedly trying to penetrate her opening with my tongue, then worming it against her opening when I couldn't. Softly using my lips to "chew" and nibble various amounts of her labia. Fastening my mouth over her clitoris and sucking on it in assorted ways. Simply licking between her vaginal lips and across her opening as though she were an ice cream cone. Fluttering my tongue across her clit like a tiny little vibrator. Getting my mouth across her opening and trying to suck her juices out. Anything and everything was in the play book, as far as I was concerned – and every bit of it worked on her. Still, it wasn't until my tongue started to get tired that I finally had "mercy" on her. She'd been making plaintive whining noises of frustration for a little while when I settled on bringing her off: as I pinched and pulled on the hard pebbles of her nipples, I began firmly circling her erect clitoris with my tongue. Under my mouth and hands, I could feel as she started moving down the last stretch of arousal that would end with her release; and as she progressed, I deliberately slowed my actions on her clitoris in proportion. I was easily able to bring her to the very edge of release and hold her there for an extra couple of seconds before simply pressing the end of my tongue against her clitoris let her find the release she sought.