Elsa: Will She Or Won't She?

"Just there, where it feels best."

She glanced up at me with a smile and replied:

"Felt like it was trying to get away."

"Feels just too good."

"Hm-hmm! I won't let it again."

She started again, this time opening her mouth and slipping her lips around it, before her tongue made it twitch again. She chuckled in her throat with slight nod, and then the head of my cock disappeared in her mouth.

Oh, I had been so right about it's being made to be sucked! Had my sister told her what to do? Or did it just come naturally to a girl when she wanted to do for the first time? Did my sister do it better with all her experience, or was it so arousing to know that Elsa was doing it for the first time? Of course, she could think to bob her head, fucking me with her mouth, but did she know that vibrations of her humming made it feel even more arousing? Humming because she was enjoying what she was doing? If she was, she wouldn't want me to have to stop her so soon, but I had to.

"Stop!" I murmured. She raised her head and looked up at me with a puzzled expression and asked:

"Already?"

"Not quite, but pretty close." She nodded with a slight smile and replied:

"That tasted good. I like to do it."

"Mmmm! And do it almost too good. That wasn't it, the white stuff."

She glanced down at the clear liquid oozing out of my little slit and nodded, then licked it up, making my cock twitch. I suggested that she could suck one of my balls. She nodded. Her other hand was still holding them. She snorted with a grin and replied:

"Oh, they're all tight, your ..."

"Um-hmm, have to pinch a wrinkle of my sack and stretch it."

She nodded again and did. By the time she had my sack slack enough to try to suck one, my cock had sunk down a little. I dropped back on my elbows and rolled my hips up to make it easier for her to, and my cock flopped forward.

"Um-hmm," she agreed and lowered her head and pressed one ball in her mouth, sucking and closing her mouth around it, caressing it with her tongue. I moaned, and she moaned, and I murmured that that felt good. She nodded, moaning louder. She let it pop out of her mouth and looked up at me with a grin and said:

"Never thought I would do that either. And now, the white stuff."

"But not in your mouth."

"If she likes it?"

"But if you don't, you might never want to do it again?"

"Oh, I guess so, but I think I will."

"I hope so. Hm-hmm! But then you'll never see it, if you do this first time."

"Hm-hmm! If you promise that I can again, if I do."

I nodded with a grin, and she rose up and leaned over my hips. My cock disappeared in her mouth – no experimenting – sucking, licking, her head bobbing. I tried to control my arousal as long as I could, not as long as I wanted to. My hips began to rock. I demanded softly:

"Stop! Now!" and pushed her head back.

When her hand didn't immediately begin to rub my cock, mine clenched around hers and did. A second later, my first spurt shot up on my chest. I grunted, and she gave a surprised moan, and our hands made another and another spurt shoot up, then a couple of shorter ones, and then just a couple of dribbles down on our hands. My hips had been rocking and my stomach heaving. I held our hands still. When I looked down at Elsa again, I saw her eyes shifting from one to the other white blobs on me and then down at our hands. I was a little pleased that I had come so much for her first sight of a male's orgasm. Would she want to taste it? Was her expression suggesting curiosity?

"A lot," she murmured.

"Um-hmm," I agreed. I slid my fingers up around hers and collected what had dribbled and then then licked it off my fingers. She watched me with a surprised expression, then murmured:

"Oh? You taste it too?"

"After Vicky kissed me, when she had done it."

"Oh? Hnn? I guess so, if she likes it."

"Still tastes funny, but that's the way it does."

Elsa smiled wryly with a nod and let go of my softening cock. It dropped down, and she licked the side of her index finger, hardly enough to really taste it, I thought, but she still made a wry expression. She glanced up at me with a shrug and then wiped up the biggest splotch on my chest and licked it off her fingers. It was enough for her move around in her mouth with her tongue. She swallowed and gave me a wry smirk, then grinned and wiped up another splotch and licked it off her fingers. She grinned with a hum and rose up and dove down over me, planting her lips on mine. When I opened my mouth, her tongue with my semen slid between my lips. She chuckled as my tongue caressed hers. When she retrieved her tongue, she chuckled again and said:

"If she can, and you can, I can. I wasn't sure I wanted to lick her pussy, either."

"Mmmm! And I want to lick yours."

"It wants you to, like your cock wanted me to suck it."

"It sure did, as good as it could be."

"Not really, letting me see it – this time."

"Um-hmm! Just almost 'as good as it could be'."

"Mmmm! And then I can again?"

"Hm-hmm! If you don't want to do something else first."

"Oooh! Again? But can you again, then, for me?"

"It will be fun to find out."

"Hmm, you'd better can."

"I hope so too. Now your pussy, on my face."

She let me move around on the bed. As she was clambering back on me, I was torn between wanting her to face my legs, so that I could make her come in my mouth better, and maybe lick her asshole; or to have her face the other way, so that she could scoot down on my aroused cock, after I made her come. She was already moving up over me that way. I let her; this was all for her. Of course, it wasn't all just for her, I admitted, as I grasped her ass, and it certainly wasn't just to please my sister! I didn't let her lower her hips on my face and murmured:

"I want to see your pretty pussy first."

She chuckled and rose up, sliding her knees apart, and remarked:

"She wanted to see it too, after we had, and she hadn't yet seen it."

My second pussy, the first girl's whose wasn't my sister's! Lovely, pink, so open with her thighs spread. Had any other guy's first time with a girl been like all this, her first time - forgetting her one bad experience?!

"Stop looking; lick!" she demanded softly, urging me to let her hips down on my face. I let them, thinking: no, no other girl could be like her the first time she was in bed with a guy: fucking, of course, but not cock sucking and then insisting that she wanted her pussy licked. Did, could my sister enjoy licking it more than I was going to – better than I could? She couldn't enjoy it more than I did.

After having my cock sucked, even "just almost as good as it could be," licking Elsa's pussy was the most arousing thing I wanted to do at the moment, especially when she unhesitatingly encouraged me with moans and by rocking her hips to show me where she wanted me to lick and probe with my tongue. Thank you, sister, for teaching her how good it was, that it was so good to prolong her arousal and my pleasure – yours too, sister, when you licked her pussy, and when I licked yours. All three of us knew that it would only be better the longer we could continue. And Elsa's pussy tasted so good, when she wanted me to probe in her again, moaning when my tongue did.

Then she couldn't stand the anticipation any longer. Her hips rocked back, and my tongue returned to the firm little button that I knew would give her her orgasm. I forgot that I wasn't licking my sister's pussy; my fingers did what they would have, if it had been hers. When they rubbed over Elsa's asshole, she responded with an encouraging moan. They did what it let them. I only realized that it was Elsa's, when she gave a surprised "Uhnn!" It tighten on my finger tip, but then relaxed. When my finger tip probed again, she just responded with aroused moan and a twitch of her hips.

My sister had been right: Elsa's orgasm was as wet as hers own. Elsa's thighs were quivering, almost in tempo with her pulsing moans. Her pussy juice tasted at least as good as my sister's, even though I couldn't capture as much of it as I wanted to. When my tongue slid back to try to, she complained with disappointed moan and rocked her hips back, grinding her pussy on my mouth. She wanted more?! I gave it to her, having to be satisfied with feeling her wet my chin again, but pleased that she wanted it so much. Finally, she exclaimed softly:

"Oh God, enough!" and dropped forward, rolling her pussy away from my mouth, nice, soft pubic hair brushing my nose.

While she was recovering, I realized that more than just the tip of my finger was in her asshole, recalling that she had been surprised but then not upset that it had probed its way deeper than I had realized. Did she realize it? I waited a few moments for her to recover and then slipped it out.

"Oooh! Really? More than she does," she murmured.

"Just sort of happened, like we do."

"Hmm? I guess so, guess I didn't mind."

She sat up, sitting on my chest. Behind her back, I reached down and made sure that my cock wasn't relaxing. She noticed the movement of my hand and glanced back, and then looked at me with quizzical expression.

"Sit on it," I murmured.

"Already? Again?"

"Um-hmm!" I replied, grasping her waist with both hands and urging her to move back.

"If you want," she murmured and began to creep back down my body. Without more encouragement, she raised her hips and reached down between her thighs and guided my cock to her pussy. We both moaned as she lowered her hips and it slipped into her slippery, tight pussy. I urged her to sit up straight, and we both moaned again, looking at each other with aroused expressions, feeling her pussy tighten and my cock surge.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly.

"Anything that feels good; just rock your hips, any way that feels good."

She nodded with a slight smile and rocked them gently to and fro. My cock twitched, and I nodded, responding:

"Mmmm, like that."

"Um-hmm! Feels good," she agreed with a soft chuckle, continuing.

I nodded and reached up and fondled her breasts, not touching her nipples with my fingers. We both smiled, exchanged hums, less aroused than moans. I murmured:

"This is just so good this way."

"Um-hmm, very. Want me to do anything else?"

"Not unless you want to – until you want to."

"Not for a long time."

I nodded with a grin and squeezed her firm breasts, and she continued gently to rock her hips, nodding and returning my grin. God, this was good, I thought. She was good: my own Boticelli's Venus riding my cock as good as the goddess could have ridden Mars'. She hummed again, this time a chuckle, and said:

"Never thought it would be like this. Oh, sure, last night and this morning I was thinking about how it could be – if I wanted to – but certainly not like this, anything like this. I guess I couldn't imagine that it would ever be like this. Hm-hmm! Especially not that I would want to do that, ever."

"Me neither, everything you said," I agreed and rippled the backs of my fingers over her nipples.

She moaned with a nod, also with a better rock of her hips. We both moaned, when my cock twitched and her pussy squeezed it. I rippled my fingers over her stiff nipples again. Even if she wanted to do this for a long time, my cock didn't want just to do it forever. She moaned with a nod, adding another better rock of her hips. I turned my hands and squeezed her nipples. She moaned again with another nod and murmured:

"Anything else?"

I wanted her to discover what else she could do, and replied:

"Any other way you can move that feels good."

"Hmm? Like this?"

She rocked her hips sideways, and we both moaned, and then she chuckled and circled her hips on my cock, and we both had to moan again.

"Even better," she murmured, continuing.

"Very," I agreed, as she churned her hips on my cock.

I knew that I could come in her pussy – clutching pussy – if she just continued like that, but would it be enough to make her come again? I murmured:

"She rubs herself."

"When you do it like this?"

"Um-hmm."

"And you do too?"

"And maybe again, if she wants to do more."

"Uhnn! You can? I want to again, like that, really."

I just nodded, squeezing and pulling on her aroused nipples. She nodded and reached down between her thighs. She looked down and watched her fingers creep through our pubic hairs. They began to rub, with the desired effect. I squeezed and twisted her nipples. Her eyes were half closed, as we both moaned, and then mine were closed, as I felt her knuckles moving on me near the base of my cock, and feeling her pussy hold my throbbing cock tighter.

I could only hope that it was being just as arousing for her, that she would also come, that she was do everything she could to make herself also have her orgasm. It felt and sounded like it. Her hips were gyrating on my cock, and the knuckles of her fingers on me were moving as eagerly as they could, and she was moaning the way I had learned that she did, when she was about to have an orgasm: gasping between higher pitched, pulsing moans. Which one of us was going to come first in her clutching pussy?!

It didn't matter; I didn't know if my cock spurted before or after she flooded warm pussy juice on me – my cock spurting the first time. Could she feel that it spurted again and again, as my hips rocked up? Fuck! We had come again! Or was it only "fucking" when my cock was plunging in her pussy?

With a distraught moan, she dropped down on me, still gasping, her stomach heaving against mine, her pussy squeezing my cock again. Was she like my sister, who then would want me to really fuck her, wanted to fuck me, wanted to ride her pussy up and down on my cock? Elsa had wanted to do everything else I did with my sister.

My hands had had to leave her breasts and had instinctively slid down to her ass, on the firm curves of her cheeks. She had wanted me to keep licking her pussy after the first flood of her pussy. She could tell me if she didn't want any more, couldn't stand any more. I grasped the cheeks of ass and rocked my hips, encouraging hers to move.

They did – involuntarily, a reflex – and she groaned.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped and did, and I did, as I recognized that she hadn't used that word before. When her hips rocked up, my hands slid closer down to her thighs, my fingers closer in the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. This time, I knew where they were, and she did too. When one brushed over her asshole, she nodded with a moan, and when my finger tip probed, she nodded more emphatically with a better moan. She did want "everything," everything my sister wanted.

My finger probed each time her asshole relaxed. When it tightened, her pussy clutched my cock, almost as though it were trying to keep it from pumping in her, but her hips were rocking as hard as mine were, slapping together. And when it tightened, it felt like it was trying to draw my finger deeper – and did. When I wiggled my finger tip in her, she almost growled.

We fucked, no other word for it! She had another orgasm, flooding me again with desperate, almost distraught gasps and moans, but she survived my having to continue until I had mine. Barely survived; she had another orgasm with me and then collapsed on me. Could she have passed out and still be gasping for breath and moaning? "La petite mort"? Where had I learned that expression?

Before the heaving of our stomachs against each other had died down, she suddenly exclaimed:

"Oh shit, cramp!" and thrust her legs back.

My finger and cock slipped out, as she extended her legs. I grasped her sides and almost jerked her body further up on mine and then grasped the back of her thighs, feeling the knot in the muscle of one and massaging it. She moaned, and then it loosened. She moaned again and then relaxed, lying heavy on me, my face between her breasts. It was several seconds before she moved, raising her shoulders up on her elbows. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me, then with a slight smile, then with a soft chuckle and with a wry smile, and asked:

"Did we fuck?"

"I think so, don't know any other word for it."

"Hmm?! I don't either; we must have."

We both chuckled, and I urged her to move back down my body. We kissed, as good as we could, but only for a few seconds. Then she slid off me with her head on my shoulder and chuckled and said:

"Didn't really have to ask. Don't think I ever used that word before."

"When we started."

"Did I?"

"But that was the first time, with me, anyway."

"Or anyone else, for sure. Don't think Vicky said it with me."

"Hm-hmm! How discreet of her, if she told you everything we do."

"But she couldn't have told me how good it is."

"No one can," I replied, liking that I had thought to say that, rather than my first thought: something about my sister's not having told me that Elsa would be so eager to do "everything." Of course, she couldn't have known that Elsa would be. Elsa hugged me and agreed:

"No one could, but now we can really take a nap."

I nodded and asked: "Covers?" She nodded, and we sat up and both reached down to find them. As we lay back down again, drawing them up over us, she chuckled and said:

"Nice covers, helped it all happen."

"Um-hmm, very nice covers. Lie like this again, or with my arm around you, holding your breast?"

"If that's what you two do? Must be nice."

She rolled over, and I curled up behind her, my hand on her breast, her soft nipple in my palm. She nodded with a soft hum, relaxing. Then, when I didn't expect her to say anything more, she murmured:

"If I want to, like I said, can you again?"

"Mmmm! If you want to, I hope so, both ways."

"I want to; hope so too."

I squeezed her breast, and we were silent. Before I dozed off, I counted how many times we had come: for me, fucking – without that word – her cock-sucking, then twice more. And for her: the first time, and then when I licked her pussy, and then with my cock in her – the first time sitting on me, and then twice more. We needed a nap.

It was darker in the room, when we stirred in the late autumn evening. I wasn't surprised to be lying with my arm around a girl, assuming that she was my sister as so often before, even when my hand found her breast again. I only remembered that the girl wasn't my sister, when she gave a surprised: "Oh? Here with you."

Elsa's voice! Her hand held mine, as she chuckled and remarked:

"Guess I was assuming that I was sleeping with Vicky."

"Hm-hmm! Me too. So often?"

"Hmm! Both of us – with her. Often enough."

"Nice, more often than we can."

"Hope you don't mind."

"Just a little."

"We wouldn't be – here – if she didn't with both of us."

"Then I don't mind."

"Me neither!"

Elsa squeezed my hand on her breast and rolled back against me. I moved back and let her turn over, her head again on my shoulder. She reached over and hugged me, drawing her thigh up past my knees. Then her hand slid down my side and with surprising familiarity immediately found my soft cock and balls. As her fingers gathered up my balls, I recalled my thoughts before our nap and rationalized that it shouldn't be surprising: we had done more in one afternoon than most freshmen couples did in a month – if they did anything – and most probably not what all we had.

Had any other girl on campus told her boyfriend that she wanted to suck his cock? The first time she saw it?! "Boyfriend?" "Girlfriend?" My sister's roommate, attractive roommate, but just with me because my sister wanted her to have a better experience than her bad first time? "Better experience?" Fucking great understatement!

Amazing how much could go through my mind, while Elsa's fingers were creeping under my balls as though they had done it as often as my sisters' had. Her fingers cupped around them gently but firmly, even pulling them a little. She chuckled cheerfully and said: