Date: Mon, 1 Jun 2015 00:15:12 -0400 From: vermont curious <vtcurious1@gmail.com> Subject: Dora the Explorer Category: Bi-sexual / Adult-youth Author: vtcurious Dora the Explorer The wedding had been about as boring as I'd feared. Normally, I wouldn't even have shown up, but Nick was an old friend and had insisted that I attend his wedding, so here I was in Charleston, South Carolina, surrounded by hundreds of his friends and relatives, none of whom I knew or really cared to get to know. I'm not a people person and I don't do parties. Bored and feeling out of place, I was fidgeting in my seat at the huge luncheon. I looked around at all the guests, the slightly overweight guys who were probably my age, but already looking worse for wear; the women with too much make up in a painful attempt at looking sexier than they really were. I noticed a cute little girl at a table across from mine, maybe twelve years old, with thick, dark hair that was cut to just above her shoulders, big brown eyes, and a beautiful dark complexion that for some reason reminded me of Dora the Explorer from the kids' TV show. She was slim, with a little button nose and sharp features. Next to her sat a woman with the same striking coloring and facial features, and I guessed that she was the girls' mom. The woman had clearly had far too much to drink already and it was obvious that she was hitting with both arms on the guy to her left, flirting up a storm, and exuding a vibe of desperate determination. There was no doubt that she was getting laid tonight. The girl, however, paid no notice to her mom's antics, but appeared instead to be completely caught up in her own thoughts. Intrigued, I examined her more closely, and noticed that she was a little flushed and biting her lower lip with her front teeth. Her right hand was under the table, her arm moving ever so slightly side to side. I had a hunch what was going on, and couldn't help but smile. Someone is taking matters into her own hands, I thought. I got up and walked over towards the buffet, and as I walked past the girls' table, I not-so-accidentally dropped my napkin and bent down to pick it up. Between the folds of the tablecloth I got a glimpse of her legs. They were spread wide apart, and her right hand was between them, bent at the wrist. Yep, Dora was exploring alright. Good for her. I made my way back to my seat and gazed over at the girl again. Her eyes were almost completely closed now, and she was a million miles away from the raucous wedding and the vapid laughter all around her. I noticed her stiffen a little, then open her mouth slightly as if she were panting silently. The tip of her little pink tongue played across her front teeth for a second, and then she relaxed, hunched over her plate of salmon, her right hand now up on the table to support herself. As she came back down to earth and regained her composure, her eyes opened and she noticed me looking at her with a huge grin on my face. To my surprise and delight, she didn't seem the least bit embarrassed or awkward about it. She smiled back, a beautiful set of white teeth against her olive skin and deep red lips. I nodded slightly, then focused on finishing up my meal. When the cake was cut I was first in line to congratulate my friend Nick on his marriage, complementing him on his beautiful bride and the wonderful party, and then I made a hasty exit from the party through a side door. I don't drink, so couldn't loose myself in the bliss of booze, but I'd had enough of pretentious wedding guests and pomp and circumstance. I walked back across the street from the country club hosting the luncheon, and made my way to my room at the sprawling old B&B where most of the out-of-town guests were staying, and changed into my running clothes. Even though it was fairly hot and humid, I felt the need to burn some steam -- the wedding had frustrated me, and that little Dora was on my mind. Cute as hell, and brave too, diddling herself like that in public, then more or less owning up to it when I'd caught it. I wouldn't mind helping her explore a little more. I did a refreshing 10 mile loop around the lake nearby, then came back to my room and took a long, hot shower. At 38, I was in better shape than ever, a competitive runner and quite careful about what I ate. A little over six feet, with short cropped dark blond hair and a nice uncut 7 inch dick, not too thick, and clean shaven, except for a little tuft of dark curly hair at the top of the shaft. I spent a little longer than usual soaping him up and giving him a thorough clean while images of Dora's hand on her bald little cunny flashed through my mind. I dried off and pulled on a pair of clean shorts. While I got caught up on some work on my laptop, I started hearing more wedding guests return to the B&B. Some of them sounded pretty sloshed as they lumbered down the hallways trying to find their rooms. Distracted from my work by all the noise, I headed down to the lobby in search of some coffee. As I was filling my cup, I noticed the woman from the party stagger by, her arm wrapped tightly around the guy she'd been hitting on during lunch. His hand was busy trying to get a hold of the zipper on her dress, and they were both giggling and sputtering as they passed, not paying me any attention at all. I wondered what had become of Dora, and whether my hunch had been correct and the boozy bimbo was in fact her mom. As I turned to head up to my room, there she was, standing in the doorway to the dining hall examining me. "Dora..." I blurted out, grabbing on to my coffee with both hands not to spill it in surprise. She cocked her head a little. "Dora?" She said. "No, my name's Natalia, but everyone calls me Nat. Why did you call me Dora?" I relaxed a little and composed myself. "Well," I said, "When I saw you... exploring at lunch, the name just came to mind. I would love to know what you found, Nat," I said with a smile. She was even cuter up close. Her dark skin and black hair gave her an exotic look, and her big intelligent eyes and the dimples in her cheeks when she smiled made her completely irresistible. "My mother is going to be busy with that guy she picked up at the party; she's drunk besides, so she's not going to even think about me for the rest of the night." Dora's adorable smile briefly changed to a sad frowny face, and her whole body tensed up as she spoke. I couldn't blame her, and I felt terribly sorry for her. "I'm sorry, Dora," I said, "that sounds awful." She walked over to where I stood and looked up at me. "So, what are you going to do about it?" She asked and cocked her head to one side expectantly. I was dumbfounded. What did she want me to do? I was so caught off guard, but also sufficiently blown away by her boldness that I decided to just go with my gut. "Well, do you want to go explore with me for a bit?" It sounded corny, of course -- ridiculous, coming from a guy old enough to be her dad. But there it was -- I'd said it. Her face lit up, and she stood straighter as she replied, "I'd love that." And before I knew it we were heading up the stairs to my room, my heart pounding, my dick twitching and an inner voice asking me what the hell I thought I was doing. I closed the door behind us, not knowing what to do next. On the one hand, it was quite clear that she had plans, on the other hand... She cut my train of thought short when he leapt on to my bed with a whoop and proceeded to throw a pillow at me. "What are you waiting for, come on over!" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I walked over and plonked myself down next to her. We looked at each other, and I couldn't help but smile. She was the cutest thing, and her total lack of inhibitions made her irresistible. I decided to play her game, and said in my best mad scientist voice, "zo, Dora, vat vould you like to explore today?" She laughed and said simply, "You!" "Me?" I asked with mock surprise? "There's nothing special about me -- I'm just a guy at a wedding, a guy who happened to see you..." I paused to see what she'd do with that. "Playing with my cunny," she filled in. "Oh," I continued, "Was that what you were doing, I see. How did it feel?" "Amazing," she said. "It always feels incredible, it's like scratching an itch and sneezing and then you get this.... ahhhh... it's the best." "Okay," I said, in my crazy scientist voice. "Let us be quite clear: it's called masturbating. Zat 'ahhh' thing is an orgasm. If you're a real explorer you need to know ze real names for these things. And that -- " I pointed at her waist -- "is your pussy. Actually," I said in my own voice, "I like cunny a lot, too." Her eyes grew wide for a moment, then she smiled. "Okay," she said. "My pussy. And what's that?" She pointed to the obvious tent in my shorts. "That, my dear explorer, is my dick. Or cock. Or penis, if you will." "Show me," she said. "Nuh uh," I replied. "You're the explorer -- you go find it." I leaned back with my arms folded behind my head and waited. But Dora didn't waste any time. She reached over, and after first grabbing at my hard rod through my shorts, she proceeded to wedge her slim little hand down the waistband of my shorts. Her fingertips brushed against the tip of my dick, already wet with pre-cum, and I felt a shudder go through my body. Dora got up on her knees and used both hands to ease my shorts down my hips. It wasn't fair to let her struggle too much, so I eased my butt off the bed, and in one smooth movement she peeled my shorts down to my knees, then down over my feet. My erection curved slightly upwards, and the tip of my dick reached up near my belly button. Below hung my decent sized nuts, almost down to the sheets. Dora's eyes were taking in the sight in front her, sizing the thing up, trying to get to grips with it. Then determination shone through, and she reached out a hand. "What... how..." she stammered as she grasped awkwardly at my stiff shaft. This was the Dora I had started to fall for in the worst possible way, curious and determined to figure out how the world worked. "Like this," I said, and grasped her hand in mine and moved it gently up and down the length of my erection. "The head -- that purple bit at the end -- is the most sensitive part, so don't squeeze too tight up there. I'm uncut, so my foreskin rolls up and down over the head as you go." She tried a few tentative strokes on her own, marveling at the way the thin, soft membrane of perfect skin moved back to reveal my shiny glans. She reached over her other hand and poked gently with a pinky at the slit at the tip of my dick. "That's the hole I pee through, and it's also where the sperm comes out when I cum," I explained. "Cum?" she said as she looked up at me. "Remember the orgasm -- that amazing tingly feeling you get when you touch yourself? Boys can get the same feeling. But when boys have their orgasm, sperm will gush out of their penis if they're old enough. It comes out through that hole in big spurts, and if the penis is inside the girl's vagina when it happens, that's how she can get pregnant." "Oh," said Dora thoughtfully. "Right, something about eggs. We learned about that in school." "Yeah," I continued, "Once a girl start to have her period, an egg gets ready each month to meet up with a boy's sperm. If that happens, the egg will grow to become a baby." "I'm only eleven," she said matter-of-factly, "I haven't had my first period yet." She returned her attention to my dick, stroking it more determinedly, getting me hard again. "Here, add some wetness, that makes it feel much better," I said, and brought her hand up to my mouth and licked her palm a couple of times. She giggled, then placed the slick hand back around my dick and tugged. It felt incredible to have her jerking me off this way, and I sighed a little. "You okay?" she asked. "Definitely," I said, "it feels amazing. Please keep going." She obliged and started working intently on my dick, stopped occasionally to lick her palm or reach it over so I could add some moisture. Every time she rolled her hand over the top of my super sensitive head it was like fireworks went off in my head, and as she stroked me all the way to the root and back up I could feel a tingling sensation in my nutsack. "Whoa, Dora," I said, "Beware, if you keep going like that I'm going to cum -- do you want to see that?" She nodded with a smile, then went back to work, eager to learn what would happen next. A few more strokes, and I felt my whole body stiffen, then relax, then stiffen again. I'm a pretty big cummer, and from deep within my perineum I could feel muscles contracting, pumping sperm through the ducts to the tip of my penis. Dora's grip added just a little extra pressure, and the resulting explosion was nothing short of epic. The first blast of milky white cum flew clear over our heads, the second and third shots ended up on Dora's face and across her arm. A few more dribbles pumped more cum all over Dora's little dark hand, and dripped down my leg. With a very content sigh, I collapsed back on my pillow, completely spent. "That," I murmured, "was amazing." Dora had been taken by surprise at the sheer force and volume, but true to form, curiosity soon got the better of her, and she was stirring a finger around the glob of semi-congealed semen on my thigh, testing the consistency. "Can I taste it?" she asked, holding a little drop of it out on the tip of her index finger. "Help yourself," I said. "Some girls rather like the taste, others -- eh, not so much." She touched her tongue to the drop tentatively, then smacked her lips a few times. "Weird," she declared. "But not bad at all." Once I'd recovered I noticed Dora looking at me. "What?" I asked with a smile. "Could you..." she hesitated. "Could you do me? I want to feel good all over." "Of course I can," I said. "But first, take off your clothes so I can see how cute you really are, okay?" She slid off the bed and pulled her dress and her tiny top over her head. The last thing to go were her little frilly underpants, and that was all it took: in front of me stood the sexiest little vixen I'd ever set eyes on. So what if she was only eleven years old? Dora barely had any breasts, just her dark red nipples on a tiny bump, but then, I'm not much of a boob guy. I leaned over and gave one of her nipples a gentle swipe with my tongue, then the other. Dora shuddered and put her hands on the back of my head. "Ooh," she said, "I like that." I took one nipple between my lips and sucked gently, and I was rewarded with the sensation of the nipple growing noticeably in my mouth, a firm little nub that I could run my tongue around while sucking in more of her immature breast. This clearly turned Dora on, and her moans encouraged me onwards, eventually running my tongue down the length of her chest to her belly button, which I kissed and tongued as deeply as I could. I reached over and took Dora by the shoulders and turned her so her back was against the bed, then urged her to lean back and lie down. She did so, leaving her slim, dark legs partly dangling in thin air. I got down on my knees on the floor and grabbing her under her thighs I scooted her along until her butt was resting near the edge of the mattress. Rising up, I put one of her legs on each of my shoulders and leaned forward, her beautiful bald pussy mound right in front of me where I wanted it. So smooth, so soft. I caressed her belly gently, circling her belly button, still wet from my kisses. Then I let a finger wander down to the top of the thin dark crack between her legs, resting it there for a moment, applying a little pressure. Dora moaned loudly and reached her hands down to reach my finger and press it more firmly against her mound. I added a second finger and used them to gently pry apart her outer lips at the top of her slit. I could smell her sex now, and see the wetness glittering between her legs. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "Do more, please." I opened her a little wider and could see the tiny hood of her clit at the top of her inner lips. I let a third finger brush across it almost without touching, and it sent a shudder up the little girl's body. I leaned down and let my tongue work its way along the edge of her outer lips, a slow lazy circle, from the apex above her clit, to the depths beneath the opening to her vagina. I was intoxicated with the taste of her; something primal and instinctive made me want to lick all of her, so I did, probing deeper between her inner lips as her arousal caused them to spread, revealing her tight little hole. Curling my tongue I poked it as deep as it could go, then drew it back out slowly, deliberately pressing it against the inner walls of her pussy, letting the tip of it glide up beneath her clit and work its way over her little button. Once or twice, I let my tongue work its way past her slit across her perineum, to the top of her little puckered star, gently rimming it before migrating up again. Dora was bucking her hips, and using both her hands to push my head towards her body, grinding her cunt against my face. Pushing back for a moment to get some air, I looked up at her face and saw a mixture of passion, elation and sheer bliss. The adorable girl had closed her eyes and was drooling a little, her mouth open as she panted in excitement. "I like exploring you, Dora," I said, as I shifted her legs on my shoulders and dove back in. I let my middle finger slide down across her slit and flick her clit a few times before I let it plunge further down and make its way between her inner lips. Glistening with her juices and my spit, they parted easily, and I let the digit make it way slowly up into the little girl ever so carefully, spiraling along the inner walls, curling back against itself to stimulate sensitive nerves at the top of her vagina. I was a bit surprised when I bottomed out, my palm coming to rest against her outer lips, my finger all the way in her, without meeting any resistance. But then I realized why. "Ach, Dora, haf you been exploring in here already?" I asked knowingly in my crazy scientist voice. Dora nodded, one hand pressed against her mouth so she wouldn't cry out too loudly. "My mom," she said, "Has a vibrator sort of thingie that I've tried a few times. The first time it hurt a little, and I bled a bit, but ever since it's just felt... nice." She had to focus on not moaning out too loudly as I started working my finger back and forth inside her, while at the same time letting my thumb gently rub across her clit. Then I bent back down and licked and sucked around the top of her slit, which made her legs start to tremble. "Oh, more of that, right there," she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. I continued, adding a second finger inside her and focusing my attention on flicking my tongue across her inner lips. With a gasp Dora froze, clutched her surprisingly strong cunt muscles around my fingers, and her legs grasping my head between her thighs. I kept licking, now letting my tongue work over her clit to extend her climax. She rode the high like a bronco, bucking her butt clean off the bed, making it hard for me to hold my balance. Finally, she came back down and relaxed, and I could pull back and examine her closely. The little girl positively glowed, mostly from sweat and exhaustion, but there was a sheen of complete and utter satisfaction on her face, too, and a smile that was to die for. Her eyes could barely stay open, but she looked over at me and said, "That was really nice, thank you." I laughed and said, "You are so very welcome, Dora." We were both ridiculously sticky with sweat and cum and other juices, so we took a shower together, and then we snuggled up on my bed for a bit. It felt so nice to have her beside me. She told me about her mom -- a total slut, as I had expected, who apparently had little time for or interest in her daughter. She had never met her dad, but her mom had told her that he was a no good hustler who had cheated her and left town when he found out that she was pregnant. I felt terrible. This adorable kid deserved so much better. Dora curled up alongside me, her warm, soft body impossible to leave alone. I stroked her gently from her dark, silky hair all the way down to her feet. I rubbed them gently, caressing each toe, marveling at how tiny she was. My hand made its way back up her legs, across her thighs and brushed across her hairless mound. Then up her beautiful flawless belly to the little nipples on her almost non-existent breasts. She cooed a little, then reached a hand over and casually placed it across my flaccid penis. It didn't stay flaccid for long, of course, and Dora watched in fascination as my erection grew to full size in a matter of four-five heartbeats. "Cool," she said, reaching down to play with my testicles. I grew even harder. "So, do girls really suck on it?" she asked. "Sure," I said. "It's called a blow job, but that's wrong, of course -- you don't blow on it, you lick it and suck it while you rub it, too." She leaned over and gave the partly exposed head a swipe with her little pink tongue. I nearly came then and there. "Oh, you like that, huh?" she teased, and did it again. She rolled over and straddled me, then bent down and placed the tip against her lips. "Be careful with your teeth; other than that, just do what feels right," I said, and she lowered herself down and took me in her mouth. Initially, she just let her tongue roll around the shaft while the head rested against the roof of her mouth, but then she started getting the hang of it, moving her head back and forth, letting her lips press against my dick. She would stop occasionally and suck gently on the tip or lick the head like a lollipop, and it was only because I'd blown such an epic load a little earlier that I didn't cum all over her face. Instead, I enjoyed what she was doing, marveling at the way she explored every inch of my dick with her tongue and lips, tasting it, feeling the different textures and getting better at pleasing me with every passing minute. It was clearly turning her on, too, and she started humping her moist pussy against my legs. I reached down and started to gently finger her, just easing inside her and teasing the outside of her cunt to get her wetter and more excited. Suddenly she pulled off me and looked up at me. "Can I try you... inside me?" she asked. I paused for a breath. Could I do this? I knew she wasn't a virgin, and she'd had her mom's vibrator inside her; I wasn't that big, so she would probably be okay, but it was still a crazy thought to wrap my mind around. The answer came easily, though, when I looked into her eager, shiny eyes. "If you really want to, Dora, then I can't say no. But here's the deal: if it hurts, if you change your mind, or you get scared, you stop. Explore, enjoy, but make sure it feels good for you, okay?" "Okay," she said in a quiet but determined voice. "How...?" She hesitated. "Just like this," I said. "This way, you're in control the whole time. Just climb up a little higher, then let yourself slide down on me at your own pace -- and push back up if you want to stop." She nodded and scooted up a bit, straddling me across my groin, my erection poking out in front of her little slit. She smiled. "It feels good already now; I like it when it rubs against me like this." She let herself sink down a little, pressing the back of my shaft between her legs. She wiggled a little, letting the shaft roll between her pussy lips. She giggled, then raised herself up on both knees and reached down to straighten out my dick beneath her. She was so small she had to come up on one foot to make it work, but then she got me lined up with her pussy and slowly worked my dick back and forth until the head was wedged between her outer lips. She paused for a moment to get used to the feeling, then eased herself down a little, causing my dick to slide the length of her slit and poke against her clit. She shuddered at that, and raised herself up again, repeating the motion a few times, marveling at the feeling of my silky smooth glans sliding between her lips. On the third try, she shifted my dick back a bit, and my dickhead wedged itself between her inner lips, bumping up against the bottom of her clit. I could feel her pushing it against herself, enjoying the sensation, before she adjusted the angle of her hips a little and allowed the head to slide a little further into her tiny hole. I could feel the inner lips fold around the head, and as she eased further down, the muscles of her vagina clutched my dick firmly. She paused again to get used to the pressure, working hard to find the right muscles to relax. Bit by bit, she slid further down, not really forcing it, just letting it happen at its own pace. The feeling was incredible: warm, soft, impossibly intense. All my primal instincts were telling me to trust forward and fuck her, and I had to focus hard to just lay still and let her remain in charge. Dora looked down between her legs, admiring the site of my dick lodged halfway up her tiny snatch. "So good," she moaned, "but so big." I smiled. "Stop if it's too much, okay, just go easy." She nodded a little, but then sank further down, adding another half inch to what was already deep inside her. I gasped as my dickhead way up inside her rubbed against the ribbed walls of her vagina. When there was only a couple of inch left outside, I felt my dickhead bump against something firm inside her, and I realized that I was wedged against her cervix with nowhere to go. "Unhhh," she groaned, "that's all of it, that's all I can take." She didn't sound disappointed, it was just an observation -- she'd explored and found the depth of her own pussy. "Yep," I said, "You're amazing. It feels so good to be up there. Take your time, do whatever you want now." She placed her hands on my chest and leaned forward a little adjusting the angle of my penetration, wiggling her hips to let it settle a little. Then ever so slowly, she raised herself back up, pulling me back out through her impossibly tight passage. I was sure I was going to loose it and blow as millions of nerve endings in my glans were stimulated by the pressure of her tight vagina, but half way out she started back down again, and I was still hard and hadn't cum. She stopped as I reached the bottom of her pussy, but moving a little faster and more deliberately this time, and after a few more rounds she started riding me in earnest, pulling me almost all the way out, then impaling herself in one long, smooth motion. She leaned her head back, thrust her chest forward and allowed herself to be carried along with the motion, her little body squirming and bouncing. I reached a hand down and gently pressed my thumb against the top of her slit, letting it move with her motion, stimulating her clit with the force of her own actions. She rode me harder and faster, rocking back on each thrust to let the length of my penis push against her clit trapped beneath my thumb. Finally, she shuddered and stopped in mid thrust, waves of contractions rippling through her entire pussy, squeezing my penis and pushing me over the edge. The timing wasn't quite perfect, but my orgasm ripped through me while she was still coming down from hers, and as my cum started oozing out of her little slit she collapsed on my chest, her dark her falling across my shoulders. I held her tight while her cunt continue to contract on my slowly shriveling penis, and eventually I slid out of her with a wet slap, and more cum ran down my thighs. We were completely spent, hours of incredible adventures exhausting us both. I figured we'd clean up in the morning, so I simply pulled the sheets up over us and we both promptly fell asleep. I hadn't closed the curtains that night, so the morning sun woke me at six. I looked over and saw the adorable little girl curled up next to me and realized with a smile that it hadn't been a dream after all. She was stretched out on the bed, her arms above her head, her rib cage moving slowly as she breathed. I could not take my eyes off the curves of her body, the way her hips and her mound formed endless valleys and soft peaks, the way the rounded edges of her little slit fit together perfectly, only hinting at what was hidden beneath. I leaned over and kissed her shoulder, then her ear, and finally her cheek. No response, except a little moan and a stretch. I kissed her neck while I caressed her hair, then made my way down her body inch by inch, savoring every bit of her, noticing the slight tang of salty sweat from the night before. I climbed across and between her legs, moving them apart as far as I could. Then I leaned down and proceeded to eat her out as if she were my breakfast. I lapped at her the length of her cunt, my tongue as wide as I could make it to offer the most stimulation, then running just the tip of it back down the length of her crack, wriggling it between her outer lips to get moisture between them and coax them apart. She stirred a little, her hands reaching down to feel what was between her legs, padding my head gently. "Mmmm," she said, "Yes, please." I smiled to myself, then continued to ravage her with my tongue and a finger or two. Once she had gotten good and wet, I asked her to turn over. She looked at me quizzically. "Turn over? Why?" "Trust me," I said as Mr. Mad Scientist, "It is somezink vot you may find very interestink." I had begun to figure out the way to this girl's heart -- if it was interesting, she would at least consider it. Willingly, she turned over, her adorable little butt sticking right in front of my face. "Now, scoot your knees under you, and spread your legs a little," I said. She did as I asked, and now I had a perfect view of her little pink starfish up top, and her slit down below. I lapped at the whole package, starting below to swirl lots of moisture up where I needed it. Then I began to rim her out in earnest, letting the tip of my tongue swirl the edges of her little pucker and entice it to open a bit. She moaned out loudly at this, then jammed her head into a pillow to muffle the sound. "You like that?" I asked. She nodded vigorously, and I continued, occasionally running the full length of her crack to maximize the stimulation. I licked my thumb to coat it with spit, then placed it at the tip of her little rosebud. "Relax like you were taking a poop," I told her. She flinched for a second, but then figured out what I meant and how to do it, and I could feel her outer sphincter give way. I eased my thumb in slowly but surely, until it was all the way in her. Then I curled my hand under, and let my index and middle finger enter her pussy from behind. It was as if I were gripping a bowling ball, but one that was squirming and moaning with pleasure as I started jiggling the three fingers back and forth and continuing to rim her now gently stretched asshole. When she came, she bit the pillow hard and tried to squeeze her legs together tightly, trapping my fingers where they were, her juices running freely down my arm. I rode out her orgasm with her, feeling every shudder, every twitch of her pussy and sphincter. When her climax ended, she turned her head and looked up at me. "Wow. I didn't think..." she trailed off. I eased my fingers out of her while she was still wet and relaxed, and she looked up at me and said, "What about you?" I simply shifted my hips a little and brought the head of my dick up against her glistening pussy. "Like this," I said as it simply slid between her sopping wet outer lips without me even trying. She wiggled it in place and said, "Mmm... go ahead." I knew she couldn't take all of me, so I went slow at first to find out just how deep I could go from behind. Surprisingly, the angle seemed to work better, and by the time I felt the tip nudge against her cervix I was almost all the way in. I held still for a minute to allow both of us to get used to the feeling, then asked her, "Are you okay?" She nodded, and I slid back out of her, my shaft glistening with her juices and my pre-cum. I started fucking her slowly and gently, only going in about half way to make sure I didn't hurt her by going too deep. She would have none of it, however, and reached back a hand to pull me in deeper as I bottomed out. I never last long from behind -- something about the angle of attack, and before long I started to feel the familiar sensation at the bottom of my shaft. But I didn't want to end so soon, so I pulled out and turned Dora back over while I squeezed my dick beneath the glans to buy myself a little more time. "I'm going to cum if I keep going back there," I explained. She just looked at me, then got on her knees and leaned forward. "Then cum in here instead," she said, and took me in her mouth. I hadn't expected that, nor had I expected that she'd try to get all of it in her mouth at once. She gagged a little when it hit the back of her throat, but the feeling was amazing and it was all I could do not to grab the back of her head and force it down further. She backed off, took another try, then returned to sucking my glans like a lollipop while her little hands stroked my shaft feverishly. So much for lasting longer this way. "Oh, Christ, Dora, I'm going to cum," I warned her, then started shooting long solid blasts of semen in her mouth. She closed her lips tightly around my head and sucked the cum out of me, swallowing every drop I had to give her. I was amazed. When I was drained, she eased back off, giving me a huge grin. "Now I've tried that, too," she said proudly. "Yes, you're becoming quite the experienced explorer," I said, and rolled over beside her. A little while later, we shared a shower, then got dressed. Neither of us said a word as we walked over to the door to my room hand in hand. I looked at her and smiled. "Dora, you are the cutest little explorer I have ever met," I said, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She laughed. "Silly, my name is still Natalie. But, yes, I am an explorer, and I'm glad I got a chance to explore with you." She reached up on her tippy toes and gave me a kiss on the lips. My heart sank when I realized that this was the end of an amazing adventure. I squeezed her hand, then let it go. After checking that there was nobody in the hallway, I sent her off to find her room and get in bed and pretend she had been there all night until her mom came back from her adventures with the stud from the wedding. Dora flashed me one last smile as she scooted off down the hall. I watched her go, turn a corner, and vanish. Then I walked back to my room and started packing. Perhaps, I thought, I should start going to more of these weddings...