Finishing her lecture, Gerlinde took note of Lisle's behavior.  The pale blue corona of her eyes, smooth ceramic for Lisle's gaze to pool in, sharpens subtly to crystal splinter scrutiny.  She wanted to see what stirred in Lisle kitty - the same desire that made her crave the wash of a nervous little tongue, the sight of snow blushing in the shape of a heart, the restlessness of a slender, satiny body shifting.  The clinical and the erotic were more than close cousins in Gerlinde's mind.  They were entwined like the snakes of a caduceus.<br/><br/>What she saw in Lisle - the struggle - made her purr pleasantly.  The words that followed were firm as the flip of riding crop leather, but the steam that preceded was as spicy, as sultry, as the tastes Lisle discovered pulsing sticky from Gerlinde's penis.<br/><br/>"I see you're afraid."  Gerlinde said.  Her fingertips loosened their enclosure of Lisle's questing, candle-stiff clitoris.  They slid elusively around its base, prodding in and out, teasing.  Their message was clear:  Just a little more circling of Lisle's hips, just a touch stronger pressing down, and she might turn those tender brushes into deep, resonant pinch.  "A little fear is good.  But don't fear me too much.  If you go astray with me, Lisle pussy, I will lead you back.  Pay attention to your body's demands."<br/><br/>As Lisle licked, gathering up pre-seminal fluid, more shyly poked out to follow.  Gerlinde strained a gasp through set teeth, her eyes hosted a spell of lightning.  So much fluid was filling up in her, so fast, she had to bear down on her prostate to contain it.  The licking over the slit was a touch as sweet and palpable as caramel.<br/><br/>"Kitty," Gerlinde hissed as her breasts arched.  "You are licking the most tender spot.  It is the..."  She paused to voice a pant through her nostrils.  "...meatus.  The meatus, kitty puss.  So many nerves in there."<br/><br/>She illustrated her point.  Gerlinde deliberately dipped down a finger and sprung it up to hit the dangling end of Lisle's clitoris, roll there, and then slide off to continue stalking the root-like protrusion.  "It's where the...semen comes from.  Licking there...makes the semen...need to come out soon."<br/><br/>Gerlinde could feel the pipes of her cock jellied with built up spend.  Her eyes fluttered as the fluid fluttered, forcing about, brewed by heartbeats.  She focused on what she was saying.  "Do you feel...the scent...the taste...what it's doing to your body?  The feelings?  Tell me, Lisle kitty.  Tell me if you do, and what it does."<br/><br/>Gerlinde drew air through her teeth.  It, like all the forces in her body, clustered in the bloating knob of her glans.  The slit there bore down, closed.  Her fingers closed in on Lisle's clitoris.  "Then...tell me...why you licked there first."