Out West Ch. 01: Lady Cyn

She pulled me up.

"Oh Miss Pixie tongue, that was a marvel!"

I smiled. She was so happy.

"You know what that was don't ya?"

"Good?" I said, and we both laughted.

"Well Miss, when a woman gets all happy with attention, she has what the ladies at the hotel called a 'climax'. Would you like one too?"

My pussy was already tingling as though it would never stop, and I was conscious of a wetness between my thighs, and so I said I would.

Mary Catherine was skilful. Lying me down, she drew my legs across her shoulders and with full access, applied her tongue to my wetness. I wanted to climax, I felt close so often, but she would stop just when I felt on the edge. She feathered my bud, telling me it was cute but much smaller than hers and others she had played with (no surprise there then, I thought later). She told me I so cute and she wanted me as her dolly.

"Are you my dolly, little Pixie? Would you like me to dress, undress and play with you?"

That sent me so close to the edge that I sort of climaxed, but not quite. Then, and only then, she sucked me.

I know I climaxed, because when I recovered consciousness I was in her arms.

"I think my little Pixie doll liked that?" She said, with tenderness in her voice.

Happy as I had ever been, I told her I did and wanted more when we had cuddled.

That night we did not get much sleep, and we saw the sun coming up as we finally rested from our love-making.