Catherine clenched her fists in pain, even her toes curled up, her whole body tense.
Not just her, I felt a tightness and pain I'd never experienced before.
The narrow and tight opening made my glans hurt like hell, and it was tough to get in.
"Pull it out, it hurts... I feel like I'm gonna be torn apart," Catherine reached out, trying to push me away.
I reached into her opening and realized why it felt different from other women.
Her opening was too dry, with no moisture at all. No wonder it was so hard to get in.
So, I pulled out.
Catherine instantly relaxed, letting out a big sigh, her chest heaving. She looked at me with big eyes, almost tempting me to keep going.
Tonight, I was definitely going to get in, just not right now.
First, I had to help her get some moisture.
I leaned in close, admiring her delicate and plump opening up close.
I was so close my breath fell on her, making her flinch, but I held her thigh to keep her still.
"Don't get so close."
"Just looking, such a beautiful sight shouldn't be missed."
"It's dirty," Catherine tried to push me away, but I held her hand and pressed it against her own opening.
"Then I won't touch you. You do it yourself, get some moisture going, or I can't get in, and we'll both get hurt."
I guided her fingers to her opening, pinching her middle finger and inserting it.
"Don't... don't do it," Catherine pleaded, softening my heart, and I let her go.
"Then I'll do it myself."
Catherine's opening was one of the most beautiful I'd ever seen, even better than Mia's. Her clit was plump and round, with a sexy little mole on the edge.
Watching her, I couldn't help but swallow, and a thought hit me.
She was still a virgin, only touched by me and not fully yet. Her opening wouldn't be dirty, so why not use my mouth?
'Moisten her with my saliva, then get in and bring out the moisture,' I thought.
But then again, it was still her reproductive organ, and she used it to relieve herself. There had to be some bacteria, and using my mouth might be gross, right?
As I struggled with the thought, I rubbed her opening with my middle finger, feeling the soft warmth.
For a moment, the room fell into silence while Catherine was responding to my touch, swaying her hips. Her eyes were full of desires like she wanted to have sex with me right away.
In no time, I got over my hesitation, lowered my head, and took Catherine's opening into my mouth.
I slid my tongue into her crevice, gently licking. As I passed the entrance, I made sure to touch the soft flesh with my tongue, feeling it envelop me.
A warm sensation rushed over me, spreading from my tongue to my throat, then down to my stomach, blending into my blood and spreading through my body.
My whole body felt like it was on fire, my blood rushing to my lower abdomen, my cock hard and ready to burst.
But the outside was only wet from my tongue; the inside was still dry, and I couldn't force it.
So, I extended my tongue and covered her entire opening with saliva, even squeezing some into the entrance.
She moaned, "Stop licking! It's so dirty!"
"It's okay, it tastes good."
And it did. Her opening tasted amazing, like a delicious, full-bodied abalone.
Her opening was clean, with no odor, just a faint scent of shower gel. She must have just showered and hadn't been to the bathroom since.
With that in mind, I enjoyed licking her even more. It was a delicacy.
"It's dirty... full of bacteria."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
"But I mind, I mind myself." Catherine still tried to push me away.
But I had come this far, no way I was stopping now.
I pulled her hand away, pressing it against her body, and my hands found her breasts. Even through the nightgown, I could feel their softness.
Her breasts were soft and smooth, like wandering in the clouds.
"As long as I don't mind, it's fine. If you can't accept it, just play with your breasts. When you're wet, I'll get in while playing with your breasts. Now, while I wet you with my tongue, play with your breasts, make your nipples hard, got it?"
"No." Catherine struggled, trying to break free, but she didn't have the strength to match mine.
After a while, her wrist was red from rubbing, and she couldn't break free. She resigned herself to kneading her own breasts. "Stop it... it's ticklish."
As I licked more vigorously, feeling Catherine had given in, I withdrew one hand and reached under her.
While licking her clit quickly, I inserted my middle finger into her opening. It only went in as far as a fingernail, not even touching the hymen, but it still stimulated her sensitive area. As I quickened my finger and licked, her moans became heavier, and her hips moved faster.
"Slow down! I can't take it anymore!" she moaned.