Louise threw her head back as she continued to squeeze one nipple more roughly than before, and as she rubbed her labia and clitoris with her other hand.Louise threw her head back as she continued to squeeze one nipple more roughly than before, and as she rubbed her labia and clitoris with her other hand. She quickly discovered that it was touching that throbbing of button of pleasure that produced the most intense feelings. Such knowledge was destined to be applied, and not to remain an academic curiosity. She wasn't sure how it would end, wasn't sure if she wanted it to end, but she instinctively knew that she needed to throw herself into the growing wave of pleasure that threatened to break over her at any second. Unexpectedly, images of Andrew Manchester arose before Louise as her climax neared. It was his mouth that closed on hers as her fingers rocked on her clitoris, it was his smell that enveloped her, and his tongue which entered her mouth as the wave broke, and Louise arched and sobbed an 'Ahhhhhhh!!' as pleasure racked her frame, and her thighs squeezed her hand hard against her pussy. Within seconds Louise's head had cleared from befuddling passion, and to say that her emotions and thoughts were mixed would be an understatement. She was at once amazed and dismayed: amazed that her body was capable of giving her such pleasure, and that she had never discovered it before; dismayed that her thoughts had turned to Andrew Manchester, and that she had been so noisy. Dismay got the upper-hand, as it was reinforced by doubt, doubt about the correctness of such behaviour. Was it right to enjoy such pleasures? Or was she in some way sinning, or pandering to vanity or .... Louise was just about to settle down into serious self-criticism when she heard her brother's door open. Guessing that he was coming to see her, she quickly put her robe back on, and tried to look natural. |