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a man, but so different at the same time. And
even as she was inside me, I was inside her where she opened her mouth so
incredibly wide and swallowed a full half of each of my breasts in turn. My
nipples were rock hard and wet from her tongue, Serina moaning each time she
tasted me.
    All the while, as we embraced and explored each other with hands
and mouths and tongues, both of us continued to steal glances at our unwitting
exhibitionists above. One couple had apparently finished while we were
distracted. Another had moved back to the bed, so that we could see only the
faint movement that told us they were still at it.
    The third couple was at the window still. He was standing up. She
was upside down against him, her legs up as he pressed her directly against the
glass to hold her there. I climaxed as I watched them work each other with
their mouths. I was gasping for breath so badly when I finished that Serina
finally eased up on me.
    My clitty was aching, standing straight out from its little hood
as Serina released one breast from her mouth and began to lick her way down to
my belly.
    “I’m still hungry,” she whispered. Even breathing fast, my heart
pounding, I felt my stomach flip with the hunger I heard in her voice.
    “No,” I whispered, surprising myself as much as her. “Me…”
    Can you do this? Will she let you? Are you good enough for
her?
    It was only two words, but Serina was on her back in a heartbeat.
Her dress came up, legs spread, her panties still dangling from one ankle. Her
sex was a sopping tangle of black bush, my fingers tracing through it as I
slowly climbed on top of her.
    I felt awkward suddenly. I kissed her breasts again, tasting the
smooth hardness of her nipples. Even as much as I loved the feel of them in my
mouth, I realized I was stalling.
    Are you good enough?
    I started to speak, suddenly self-conscious. “I’ve never…”
    “I know,” Serina whispered. She raised herself up to kiss me.
“It’s okay. Just trust in yourself. You know just what to do.”
    I had tasted myself before. D___ had always liked to put himself
inside me, then put himself in my mouth to make me taste the both of us
together. I liked it well enough. But this was different.
    The taste of her overwhelms you, sends a shiver through you
that turns to an endless shaking in a heartbeat. And you realize that you’d be
crying for the sake of all the release you feel in this moment, if it weren’t
for the endless joy that washes across you now like a spring rain.
    From the first touch of my tongue against her wetness, I was filled
with the musky taste that I remembered from myself. Familiar, yet darker.
Stronger. I gasped as I pushed down against her, pushed into her, feeling her
wet bush against my lips as I kissed her sex oh so gently. I couldn’t stop
kissing her. I had to remind myself to breathe, drinking the scent and the
taste of her with each open-mouthed gasp.
    Her nether lips were swollen and warm and oh so wet for me. The
outer ridge was lost in the dark forest of her delicious bush, the inner folds
peeking out, all dusky pink even in the faint light. I licked them for what
seemed like forever, letting my tongue find its way across this unfamiliar
ground. I felt her thrust against me with each long stroke of tasting her. I
discovered that I could make her squirm if I worked my way inside her, then
back out. I teased her that way, drinking deep from her, then spreading those
juices across her dark folds with my tongue.
    She slipped her hand down at one point. She was moaning
furiously, whispering my name. Her fingers alighted in her bush and spread, and
from the folds of her engorged lips, I watched her swollen clitty rise up as if
it was reaching for me.
    I kissed it first, feeling its hardness and warmth as my lips
brushed her fingers. Then my tongue, working my way around it oh so slowly.
Then I opened my mouth wide, obeying an urge and a hunger I’d never known
before as I pushed her hand away