The Oral Lesson

ORAL LESSON

Her precious cunt glistened with a sheen of sweat and I swiped it with my tongue. Her clit drew up and contracted as I touched it with the tip and it hardened into a pebble. Those puffy lips then parted slightly, red and soft and deliciously ripe and ready, and I pushed between them and tasted her tangy, lemony flavor and my tongue moved between those pulpy walls an inch, then two, then as far as I could reach.

She sighed with a soft sound of satisfaction and gratitude, and I placed a kiss on her splayed pussy lips, letting my tongue linger over the soft petals, reaching far into her velvety cleft as she closed her eyes and savored the sensations and of sex. She put her hand on top of my head and forced me down on her pulpy entrance, and I sucked gently, ravishing the lovely spot she exposed to my mouth.

"You do that wonderfully," she said. "You've practiced?"

"I have," I said. "I have perfected this technique on many lovely vaginas."

"My husband could learn from you," she said.

"Yes, I could teach him how to eat pussy marvelously," I said not so modestly.

"Please do," she begged. "He needs to learn to eat me as good as you."

"Will he agree to it?" I asked.

"I don't care if he agrees, you have to teach him," she said forcefully. "He must learn to pleasure me with his tongue as you do," she said. "You are an artist."

"But then he'll know I have dined on your pussy," I said stating the obvious. "He will be furious I have suckled his wife's private goods. While he was working."

"Let him be angry," she said. "He should be better at licking me to orgasms. If we have to tie him down, he should learn."

She arranged for me to come when he was home. "I am going to teach you to put a smile on your wife's lovely face. So sit down and watch and listen," I said sternly.

"This is outrageous," he said, angrily protesting, clenching his fists and pushing out his chest.

"Sit down," she said. "If you love me, you'll watch and listen and learn. If not, then you can leave. Are you going to stay, or are you about to lose this gorgeous slit?"

He frowned, but he sat. Fuming he crossed his arms over his chest, letting me know he was protesting. She raised her skirt, removed her panties, and stretched out on her back on the bed, then she reached out to me. Without a word I placed myself on my stomach in front of her splayed and moist pussy, her legs parted and willing and eager.

"You must love it," I said. "Crave its flavor." I licked the length of her vertical slit. "It is a delicious dessert and you have to love it to do it right, drink its nectar, and gobble its goodness, worship its loveliness. Admire it, adore it, praise it. Gaze at those puffy petals and celebrate them with your lips and tongue. See how delicate those lips open for your lapping tongue. If you don't see it as the world's most delicate flower, you will not do it justice with your mouth," I said.

"You must make love to it slowly, taking your time to let her feel your devotion," I said. "If you don't see it as the wold's most beautiful blossom, you will not do it correctly. Suck her nub gently, lovingly. Taste it, feel it in your mouth, on your tongue, suck the juice from it like you're sampling a luscious grape. Suck it, kiss it, lick its lather, drink its juice. Go slowly, let her happiness build like a smoldering fire. Use your finger and move your mouth to this lovely hole."

I put my finger in her vaginal opening. "Feel it," I said. "Probe it. Suck it. But keep your thumb on her nub, moving slowly with some pressure. Hook your finger up into her and search for nickel-sized patch. When you find it, rub over it with a constant pressure. Keep it up and watch her face and be ready for a squirt of water from her excited pussy," I said.

"In a minute I will let you try," I said. "Be ready. Do you love it?" I asked.

"I like to fuck," he said.

"That's not enough," I said. "See how it flares open? Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? If you don't, you won't be able to pleasure it as it deserves. Come up here and look at it," I said. Reluctantly, he moved to the edge of the bed. "See the way the lips come together at the top of the slit like a pink and luscious mouth. Notice how those lips flare out and beckon your tongue, your touch, and your veneration. Aren't they lovely?" I asked.

He nodded, looking closely for perhaps the very first time. "I see," he said. "I guess it is nice."

"It has to be better than nice," I said. "You must pay homage to her by loving her pussy more than any other thing on earth. Do you see how it glistens?" I said. "Only butterfly wings match those lovely flower petals. You must lick them devotedly, slowly, savoring their tanginess. See how delicate they are, how cushiony, how malleable and tempting, how delicious they look. Look just below, between her anus and her vaginal opening, that is the perineum. Touch it, kiss it, lick it softly."

I put my nose close to her kinky curls. "You've got to learn to love her scent. She'll do her part, but you need to know it's loveliness. Come close," I said. Slowly, he moved to the bed, as if he was finally accepting my tutelage.

I took a wet cloth and wiped her coonie, preparing it for her husband. "Taste her," I said. He hesitated, then moved forward and touched her petals with his tongue. He nodded, as if he found the flavor delectable. "Kiss it," I said, which he did. "Let your lips linger," I told him, as a mentor. "Take her lips between yours and suck gently, delicately," I told him.

He did as I told him and she smiled down at her husband, his face at her cleft. She smiled at me and thanked me with a nod.

"Put a hand on each side of her pussy and open her up so you can see into her pinkness," I said. He did as I said and moved his hands apart, after placing them on her thighs next to her quim. Her labia splayed and flared open, yawning wide and pink.

"Now reach in and see if you can find that G-spot patch." He hooked his finger into her as i told him and began searching for her spot. When he found what he thought was it he began to look as if he was manipulating something and trying to concentrate.

His wife's face began to show his improvement, and she closed her eyes and put her top teeth over her lower lip. She began to moan and grimace with her concentration. He could see headway and his hand moved faster as his finger started to shake with effort. She pulled up her knees and her moans got deeper, louder, and more frenetic. She placed one hand on his head and opened her eyes for a second and smiled at him as he worked on her G-spot.

Suddenly she began to squirt and it shot out of her eight or nine inches straight back, passing his shoulder. After the water spout she began to shake, then tense, then relax. She sighed and then motioned her husband to come to her. When he scooted up even with her face she kissed him softly, full of passion and thanks, and then she put a hand on his shoulder and patted him affectionately.

"I love you," she said softly. He looked around at me, hesitated, then nodded and scooted back down until his chin was at her mound again. He smiled, gazed at her pussy for a long time, then kissed it.

"I guess I owe you a thank you," he said. He then leaned forward and put his tongue flat against her clit. He licked up and down her slit, looking like a man who loved pussy. Not the man he was before, the one who didn't particularly like oral, but realizing how much his wife wanted it he was grateful he had been schooled in how to please her with his tongue.

What didn't seem to matter to him anymore was that she had been getting it from me before he got his lesson in pleasing a wife with his mouth. I left them in their bed, and let myself out the front door.

It has been six months since I gave him a lesson in oral efficiency and I have seen them out only a few times since, but I understand they have been spending a great deal of time at home these days in bed. And I hear she has been smiling a lot.