She really is a new thing to me.
Bisexual, a wonderful angel tatt across the sleek slope above the smoothest cunnie. She's bold and very clear. almost demanding yet kind of trusting too. With stories of girls that had caused her to come this way and that...I knew I'd be relying on the girls in my past that have taught me all I know...
We enjoyed all the preliminaries, finely cooked fish, welcome chanpagne's laughing bubbles, freshly turned down sheets, animal scents, candlelit flesh tones...deep oils, massaged underarms, warmer and warmer grew the skin between us both..
She is not into surrender, so with Mars on my side and a bright full moon to guide me i slowly turned her upside to lightly tease her mound of creation...carefully avoiding her swollen clit and ignoring her verbal pleading I searched out her inner thigh newly slick with her subltle exudations....
And then sliding searching fingers between labia distended and purple I encountered her uniqueness...

Her clit, unlike any other in my whole life was inside out...by which I mean the inside of her aroused vagine, half closed as it swelled to my touch was like a hard girl cock against my fingers on the inside.....outside her clit, too sensitive to touch while aroused was small and easily missed.......so new, so secret and violent her pleasure at my hands urgent command, a new and alive hidden passion...

She elevated her hips, sleek bare skin shining in Diana's ancient lamp and at my bidding cried out as I flicked idly between two fingers her man like innerness....she cried and I felt whole, every gutteral breath of hers evoking overwhelming pride in me....

So let this be a lesson there's always sometihng new under the warm sun no matter how shy or quiet the girl, a boy can always learn....