Knowing where I was headed (pardon the pun!), and why, Jenny readily spread her slender legs even more to make room for me. I took advantage of the opportunity to run my hand up and down the full length of her legs, delighting in their firm smoothness, and the texture of her skin. When I finally slipped between her thighs, I was low enough on her body that I was immediately presented with the view of her sex.
Above, her pubic thatch was small and sparse enough that I could easily see the skin of her pudendum underneath. At the bottom of the small wedge of her hair, the hood of her clitoris was readily visible, with her clit itself starting to peek out at me. As my previous view had suggested, her inner labia were small and thin – and now I saw that they were dark with her arousal, too. They neatly framed her opening, which was starting to overflow with her woman's essence: the was already a small, thin trail of her oils beginning to make its way toward the crinkled rosette of her anus. Seeing it, there wasn't anything for me to do but to extend my tongue, and run it from the bottom of her perineum to her cleft, collecting not only the wayward sample of her musky/tangy juices, but drawing a loud moan of arousal from her.
Before dipping my tongue into the honeypot of her nectar, I took a few moments to delight at the sight before me; when I'd fully appreciated the uniqueness that was Jenny, it was on to the happy task of finding out just how much pleasure I could bring her.
As it turned out, I could bring her a lot of pleasure.
My first considered action was to extend my tongue and draw it slowly up between her vaginal lips – and collecting a goodly portion of her essence in the process – before fluttering the tip of it across her clitoris in an effort to encourage it to come out and play.
Her response to that was encouraging (at least, I took a deep groan and the spreading of her thighs even more as encouragement), so I did it again. Several times.
It wasn't long before she was moaning almost continuously as she arched her pelvis up toward my face. With the teasing I was giving her clitoris, it wasn't long before it came out to where I could see it. I was surprised to discover that it was appreciably larger than it had first appeared: it was easily the size of a very large pea, and apparently quite sensitive. Every time I ran my tongue across it, she would release a deep groan of pleasure and arch herself up even more. Between that, and the way I was cycling between trying to fuck her with my stiffened tongue, gently nibbling and sucking on her delicate little labia, lapping up her abundant juices, and 'nibbling' at her clit with my lips, she was rapidly getting more and more aroused and excited.
As much as I was enjoying the hell out of what I was doing (and the response I was getting!), I wanted to get her off, too, after she'd done such a fine job on me earlier. Still, I didn't pass up the opportunity to wet a finger with her oils and begin gently probing her opening to find out if I needed to do anything special. Much to my surprise, I found that she was surprisingly small and tight inside. Either her ex-boyfriend was hung like a field mouse, or she'd been doing without for longer than she'd admitted to. Whichever it was, I knew that I was going to like having her wrapped around me. Still, to make sure I didn't cause her any discomfort, I carefully went about stretching her a little – something made much easier by how wet she was inside and how happy she seemed to be with the added attention on my part; particularly when I switched from just my index finger to using my ring finger and pinkie together.
Between what I was doing with my lips and tongue, and what my fingers were engaged in, it wasn't long before I could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm. As she got nearer and nearer to her release, I slowed my actions more and more, drawing things out for her (and frustrating her, judging from the whimpering moans) in an effort to make it as good as possible for her. Finally, when I could tell that she was at the ragged edge, I had mercy on her and fastened my lips around her clitoris and gave the tip of it a furious tongue-lashing.
The way her thighs tried to slam together – with my head between them – she damn near broke both of my eardrums even as her sopping-wet vagina clamped down on my fingers so tightly that I couldn't pull them out of her. All I could do was wriggle them around inside her in time with the clenching of her vaginal muscles, intensifying and drawing out her climax.
I was suddenly surprised by the sudden appearance of a volume of liquid on my hand; I initially thought that she'd lost control of her bladder. But since I didn't detect the smell of urine, it was pretty obvious that hadn't happened. I was watching her as best I could when I felt even more wetness flow onto my hand. I managed to tilt my head down enough to see it as a small wave of fluid gush out of her; I don't know if it was the legendary "female ejaculation" or just the clenching of her vagina pushing out her oils – either way, it impressed the hell out of me, as well as turning me on even more.
Small as she was, though, there was only so much climaxing that her body could do before things began to taper off, and finally stop. When her legs fell apart, I was happy to discover that I hadn't lost my hearing, though it was still a little difficult getting my fingers back from the Chinese Finger Trap between her legs!
I slowly kissed my way up her body – with a brief detour to suck on her nipples a bit more – until I was again face-to-face with her. I admit that I was more than a little surprised at how long it took before her eyes opened up; and even then, it took a few more seconds before she really recognized me. When she did, though, her beautiful face got positively radiant before she managed to whisper to me "Holy crap! That was one hell of an orgasm!"
Looking down at her, I could see that the force of it had taken a lot out of her, and I asked her "You look like you could use something to drink. What do you want?"
Her voice was a little stronger when she answered "Yeah, I could use a soda, or some water, or something. Could I maybe get a PBJ or something, too? God! Do I need some energy!"
I just smiled and nodded my head before giving her a quick kiss on the tip of her little button nose and heading for the kitchen.
It was only a couple of minutes before I was back with a couple of cold sodas and her requested peanut butter and jelly sandwich – which she all but inhaled between sips of soda as the two of us sat with our backs against the headboard of my bed.
When she'd finished her sandwich and soda – and half of my soda, when I'd offered it to her – she looked at me and said "My ex-boyfriend really never did that for me. I mean, he kinda did, sometimes, but never as much or as long as you did. He was always more interested in having ME do it to him. I didn't know that it could make me feel that good!"
"Well, I guess now that you know how much you like it, you'll be wanting guys to do for you more!", I teased, in reply.
She blushed, and nodded her head slightly before answering "I sure will!" before moving to snuggle into my side. I put my arm around her, and she lifted her head to smile at me as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and teased its nipple for a bit before starting to caress her side. After a couple of minutes of my doing that, she looked up at me again, grinned, and reached down to take my penis in her hand. With her apparently ready to get things going again, I gradually reduced the range of my touches until I was focused almost entirely on her breasts.
It didn't take much of that before I had the peaks of both of her breasts standing proud; when she started slowly stroking my semi-erect penis, I let my hand trace its way down her body, toward the juncture of her thighs. She looked up at me again and suggested "How about if we go ahead and lie down again?", with a grin. I just grinned at her, and it was just a few moment before the two of us were again horizontal. She hadn't scooted down quite as much as I had to, so it was easy for me to cup her mons in my hand as I laid a finger along her cleft and feeling the heat and humidity of her arousal. For her part, she was doing a fine job of stroking and massaging my cock back to life as she lay on her side next to me, her head resting on my stomach.