she focused all of her attention right there, varying pressure and direction, sometimes moving back and forth, sometimes in circles, sending me off on pleasurable tangents, desperately chasing my own climax.
When she sucked my whole clit into her mouth, I moaned and thrashed on the bed, her tongue teasing it back and forth as she sucked. The sensation was too much, so intense, the soft skill of her tongue a wet heaven between my legs. I could feel my orgasm coming in the tense trembling of my thighs, the aching tightening of my lower belly, and I wanted it.
I couldn’t help sliding my hand up under my sweater, then, unhooking my bra up front and squeezing my nipple, sending a hot jolt of pleasure right down between my legs. I did the other one, too, rolling my nipples as she licked me. I was thrusting hard against her mouth, her tongue, wanting more, and she pressed a hand flat to my belly to keep me still.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned, my whole pussy on fire under her mouth.
She made these small, encouraging noises, like she was really enjoying it, wanting me to enjoy it, too, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to cum. It started with a flood of heat in my belly, and then the waves hit and I felt like I was flooding her mouth with my juices, my clit throbbing and pulsing my pleasure against her tongue. The soft lap of her against my sex was so intense after my orgasm that I moaned and squirmed, trying to get away from the sensation that felt, almost, too good, practically unbearable.
“C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s.” She spelled the word, feathering kisses on my vulva after each one. “Now do you see what all the fuss is about?”
“Yes,” I gasped, throwing an arm over my eyes, not wanting to look at her kneeling between my legs. I couldn’t believe what we’d just done.
“That’s why I won’t date a guy who won’t do it,” she said. “And that’s why you have to teach Josh…”
“There’s no way!” I groaned, sitting up and pushing myself back on the bed away from her. “He doesn’t do what you… just did…”
The heat in my face was incredible now that I was looking at her, seeing the wetness on her cheeks, glistening on her lips. That was me, all over her face… the thought made me feel faint and embarrassed.
“But you’ll teach him to,” She slid up next to me on the bed. I pulled my sweater down, as if to cover myself from her eyes, which seemed silly, and she smiled at the gesture.
“Ok, shy girl.” Christy grabbed the bottom of my sweater and lifted it over my head. I struggled and we laughed, but she got it off, and all I had left on was my front-hook bra that was hanging askew.
Her eyes moved over my breasts, much larger and heavier than hers, the pink nipples fat and pursed. “If I had your body, I’d walk around naked all the time.”
“You do walk around naked all the time,” I reminded her.
“No.” She shook her head. “I mean all the time.”
I blushed as she tugged at my bra, divesting me of the last remnants of my modesty.
“Are you ready for your lesson?” She grabbed a pillow and reclined on it. Her knees were up and open, and I could see a little glistening pink between her lips.
“In… what?” I watched her hand slide down between her legs, finding her clit.
“Let’s teach Josh how to eat pussy.” She was grinning at me, her finger moving back and forth.
Fascinated, I watched her play. She rubbed herself differently that I did when I played alone. I made fast little circles, but she used the fleshy hood in an up and down motion over the bud of her clit.
“Is it tit for tat time?” I swallowed, meeting her eyes.
“New rule: cunnilingus before cunnilingus?” She rubbed it a little faster, her breathing heavier. “Kidding, sweetie…I just want you to know what to say to him…how to tell him what you want.”
I cocked my head at her. “How?”
“You play Josh,” she whispered, making that “mmm” sound again, her eyes half-closed. “And I’ll play you.”
I finally understood what she meant and when I did, my belly clenched. I couldn’t imagine doing to her what she had done to me.
“But I don’t know how,” I countered, frowning. Her fingers were moving faster, her eyes almost closed. That “mm” sound was coming from her in little waves.
“He doesn’t either,” she whispered. “First, you do what I’m doing… touching yourself like this… he’ll like watching you…”
“He will?”
“Don’t you like watching me?” She squeezed her nipple.
I blushed. “Yes.”
“Then you ask… ‘will you lick me?’” Her voice was soft, plaintive. “‘Please?’”
I groaned at the desire in her tone, saw her nod and gesture to me to get between her legs. Stretching out, part of me hanging off the bed, still, I moved between her thighs.
“Show him with your fingers,” she murmured. “You’ve been touching yourself there already, and he’s been watching. So tell him…”
I could smell her, a slight musk, and she was so wet that the short, trimmed hair on her lips was glistening with it.
“Right here.” She nudged her clit, using her other hand to guide my head, and I let her, until my mouth was touching her wetness. “Now… lick it.”
Her lips were puffy, her clit a swollen bud between them as I reached my tongue out for it, moving back and forth with the tip.
Christy gave a soft moan, her head going back. “God, that’s good.”
It was her response that encouraged me to lick a little faster, probe a little harder.
She gasped and pressed me in so my mouth was covering her mound.
“Ohhh,” she moaned when I started to make circles, too. “God… ok… wait…”
I didn’t stop, the taste of her a little musky but the soft feel of her flesh and the way she responded to my tongue like a drug.
“If he goes to move somewhere else,” Christy murmured. “Like trying to put his tongue inside you…”
Taking the hint, I slipped my tongue slowly downward, the taste of her changing, the slickness of her juices thick here.
“You say… oh God…” She wiggled when I found her hole, teasing it with my tongue. “Just tell him… ’Lick me here, baby…’ and show him… with your fingers…”
I watched as her fingers found her clit, rubbing it, and she directed me back there with her other hand until my mouth was covering her mound again.
“Yesssss,” she purred, squeezing and pulling at her nipples. “That feels so good when you lick me there, baby. Please, don’t stop.”
Her words made my pussy ache and I groaned against her flesh, licking faster.
“Oh!” she cried, looking down at me, hungry and eager between her thighs. “Oh, god, sweetie, you’re soooo good at this.”
I did what I remembered her doing to me, back and forth for a while, then switching to circles. I had to keep swallowing and swallowing her juices, the taste coating my throat.
“Yes,” she whispered, keeping one hand on my head as she rocked. “Right there. Don’t stop licking me right there on my hot little clit. That feels so good.”
I flushed, trying to imagine saying those things to Josh, wondering if he would respond like I did-it made me want to devour her.
“Oh fuck!” She moaned and I nearly stopped then in shock, hearing the word coming out of her throat in a guttural cry as she rocked against my mouth. “Oh baby, lick my pussy, yessss, you’re so close to making me come.”
I was panting, lapping at her fast and hard, my jaw aching, my own pussy leaking wetness down my thighs. She was moaning and twisting, still guiding me into her mound, mashing my face and tongue there until I could barely breathe.
“Are you ready, baby?” she whispered, her thighs trembling. I could feel the muscles in her legs twitching against my arms. “I’m gonna cum all over your face.”