“Can I touch it?” Wendy asked huskily.
“Yes,” I groaned, “but I’m very close.”
Wendy moved closer to get a better view and touched the end of my dick with her finger, smearing my juices around.
“Slippery.” She said.
She rubbed her hand on the end and I groaned again.
“Smooth too.” Wendy whispered.
My moans were constant now and she put her hand around my dick, fingers not managing to complete the circle. She pulled my foreskin back exposing the head fully and then pulled the other way covering the end.
“The skin is so loose.” She said and I just continued moaning louder.
Wendy moved her head closer and blew warm air on the end causing an even greater dribble to appear and then she astounded me by licking it off.
“Mmmmm.” Wendy said what seemed to be appreciation.
“Mmmmm.” I said in ecstasy.
Wendy then put her lips to the end and slowly sucked it into her mouth.
“Oh my goodness!” I moaned as she sucked the head down, then “Ouch, teeth.” as she scraped them on the head.
She pulled back, said “Sorry.” Then put her mouth back over with her teeth covered by her lips. I moaned yet again as she sucked me into her warm mouth and her tongue pressed into me at the same time. I felt the force building up as she started sucking me in then pulling away again over and over, her hands not touching me at all.
I only lasted about half a minute before it happened. “Look out…” I moaned but it was too late as the first spurt shot into Wendy’s mouth. I expected her to pull away disgusted, but she gulped and swallowed, and not just the first shot but all the rest too. I jerked and moaned as my first orgasm not by my own hand shot into the waiting mouth of a girl I had known only for about an hour in the cab of a parked truck as the rain poured down. The wind howled with me as the rush became a trickle and then I finished.
“I’m so sorry…” I started but Wendy looked up with a huge smile on her face.
“Don’t be,” she said, licking her lips, “that’s one of the things I wanted to try and I liked it.”
“Really?” I was amazed as there was very little talk of oral sex in those days and the whole concept was unknown to me.
“Really.” She answered and then hugged me tight. I nibbled her ears and throat again as I did not want to kiss her mouth after that. We hugged and fondled for a while and Wendy eventually whispered “David?”
“Yes.”
“Would you do the same for me?”
“I don’t know how.” I said, half scared of the dirty thing suggested, half thinking I would get to see the last mystery area.
“Please David,” Wendy was almost begging, “I think we can work it out between us.”
Lust conquered fear and I think Wendy could have got me to do almost anything at that time.
“I’ll try.” I said at last.
“Oh goody.” Wendy squealed and reached under her dress and lowered her underwear taking it totally off. “This feels so naughty.” She said, slowly lifting the dress exposing her upper calves, then knees then up the thighs more and more until she was only just covered. I watched in anticipation, waiting for that last bit to come into view. I did not know it at the time but I was holding my breath too. Wendy hesitated, and then finally the dress came up and uncovered her. I breathed out, more disappointed than anything else. All I could see in that light was the smudge of her hair and nothing else. No magic entrance, no detail at all. I moved closer to look better and ended up kneeling on the floor in front of her. Slowly I pushed her legs apart and Wendy tensed up a bit as more detail emerged, like the ridge running down the middle of the triangle.
“David?” Wendy asked nervously.
“Yes Wendy?” I replied, not managing to tear my eyes away from her exposed privates.
“You do love me, just a little?” A quiet and uncertain question.
“I love you a lot.” I looked up into her eyes and she saw my sincerity.
Wendy did not say anything but spread her legs further apart and I moved my head closer.
I could smell the musky smell and using my hands started exploring. I brushed the curly hairs and ran my fingers around the outside of it. Wendy moaned. I then ran my finger down the slit and found I could pull the sides apart and open it up. Wendy was moaning quietly as I ran my finger up and down and finally it came to rest on what proved to be her tight little entrance.
“Push.” She whispered, and I did. The tip of my finger squeezed into her. It was tight and hot and so very exciting.
“Wow.” I said pushing a little more.
“In and out David,” said Wendy, “let it get wet first.” I pulled my finger out and then pushed it back in, gaining a bit. “That’s it,” Wendy whispered, “now lick.” Without thinking I ran my tongue up her slit and the musky smell was a musky taste, not great but not bad either. Wendy moaned as my finger entered her deeper and deeper on each new stroke and I licked my way down to where my finger was. I pulled the finger out and pushed my tongue into her a little way.
Wendy moaned more as I spread her open with my fingers and probed her with my tongue. After a while she said “Lick the top of the slit David, it’s the most sensitive.” I took my tongue out and licked my way up, finding the little hooded knob sitting out. I licked it and Wendy’s moans got louder, I nibbled it and she jumped.