Once the clitoris slipped its spongy length into her mouth, creasing her tongue and nuzzling the roof, Gerlinde soothed again.  She had never sucked a girl before the camp, had never imagined she would have such an interest in a vagina beyond the academic.  Now she was fascinated with what she was doing - with the flesh in her mouth.<br/><br/>It was silky and plump and tasted as though marinaded in a hot soak of pussy taste.  Her reflections fled briefly to a silly parallel - hard candy; the way it seemed to just ooze flavor and ooze flavor, stronger and stronger, and never seem to melt.  Lisle's clitoris stiffened and throbbed out the flavor of pussy, pussy distilled, with the subtle hint of aloe that was solely hers.  Gerlinde guided that twitching prong to the back of her mouth, depressing her tongue to let it enter her throat, until her lips touched the trim hairs on Lisle's pubis.<br/><br/>She kissed her belly, looking her in the eyes.  Her gorge pinched at the clitoris' tip.  She pulled up, slicing her tongue side to side as she rose.<br/><br/>Gerlinde felt relaxed.  And she needed it.  She needed to suck, soothe with sucking, soak in the vibrator's massage.  She needed to be calm before she used the shears.  Otherwise, artwork would just be butchery.<br/><br/>"Keep talking.  I like your voice."<br/><br/>Then down she went again, the clitoris riding the velvet carpet of her tongue, which curled it, flicking in welcome, before she sucked it in.  Her cheeks stroked its bloat.  Breath rumbled out to caress its stretch.  Lips clasped around what the vibrator made shiver. Gerlinde made a tight case of her mouth, laid the clitoris on her tongue like a bed of fire, and moaned in rhythmic suckling.<br/><br/>Yes, she would hurt Lisle.  Badly.  But part of enjoying it, meant enjoying it in her own time.<br/><br/>Gerlinde smiled through her eyes and did not stop suckling until that long, long piece of hard candy felt about to crack apart.