Learning Cunnilingus #2
“She said I rush in and try to lick everything all at once.”
I had never been so shocked or panicked in my life, wondering if I had actually agreed to what I’d agreed to. I squinted at my sister through near-closed eyes, my breathing shallow, gulping desperately. Carrie stared back at me, concern creeping into her face.
What the fuck are you doing, Josh?
“Are you okay, Josh?”
“No.”
I croaked, gulped, and tried to speak, but words failed me.
Carrie rolled off her bed and ran to the bathroom, giggling. Moments later, she returned with a glass of water and handed it to me, sitting close by, her arm wrapped reassuringly around my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what I had agreed to, but worse than that, I was utterly stunned that my sister had offered to teach me the fine art of cunnilingus.
Does she mean to use her pussy?
What the fuck is happening?
Is this some kind of sleazy dream?
Carrie sized me up with a calm expression which scared the living daylights out of me because the more I looked at her, the hornier I felt and the stiffer my cock got.
“Sorry, Carrie… I, err…”
“Imagine this being like you are teaching me calculus.”
“Oh god. What have I done? Cunnilingus is not math.”
“It’s much easier to lick pussy once you understand the basic rules and biology - calculus is a bitch by comparison. Let’s start by understanding your problem.”
I shook my head, frowned, and made lots of ahh, umm, err sounds, then decided to go with it for now.
Maybe she will explain some stuff, and I’ll leave, and that’s the end of it.
“Okay, shoot. Ask me questions, Carrie.”
“What did Tiffany say about your current oral technique?”
“She said I rush in and try to lick everything all at once.”
“Like a labrador - enthusiastic and greedy. That’s a big mistake.”
“Yeah… okay. I got that message loud and clear tonight.”
Carrie considered her next question carefully, becoming more like a detective every minute.
“Did Tiffany break up with you, Josh?”
“She’s giving us one week.”
“She’s giving you one week, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“There is no pressure on her to do anything for you, not even provide basic instruction.”
“I’ll assume there are no dry runs or feedback sessions, Carrie.”
“She’s not giving you much hope.”
I shook my head, momentarily reliving the awful evening that I wanted to put behind me. My misery was obvious, so Carrie hugged me tightly, laughing to make light of my problem. I felt mildly guilty when I eyed her naked thighs as she sat close beside me, but in my defense, she wore a T-shirt that failed to cover her legs entirely with simple white cotton panties underneath.
When my sister raised her arms, wrapping them around my neck to hug me, the shirt’s hem rose, and a tiny brilliant white triangle of cotton fabric covering her pussy was visible at the top of her luscious, silken thighs.
Carrie caught me looking at her crotch and slapped my forearm playfully.
“No peeking between my legs until you are offered lunch, Josh. There is plenty of time for practical lessons soon.”
“So I am practicing on your pussy?”
“There are no others here for you to play with when we get to the practical stage of your education, are there?”
“No.”
“So there is to be no peeking or touching my pussy until I tell you - agreed?”
“Agreed. Sorry, Carrie. That’s millions of years of human conditioning, right there. I can’t help it.”
“Exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
I blinked and stared at my sister because clearly, I had missed something important. Carrie stared back, waiting for the penny to drop. When it did, I groaned and rolled onto my back.
“You’re saying I naturally possess the skills to give great head, but I haven’t uncovered them yet.”
“Precisely. Now, tell me what else Tiffany said when she dumped you?”
“She didn’t dump me - I have a week to improve on one small area.”
“Trust me, bro - as brokenhearted as she seems, that girl is already open to approaches from a guy who will give her what she wants. And by the way, don’t underestimate how important a modern girl considers the matter of cunnilingus.”
“That’s fucking depressing.”
“Answer my question, Josh. What else did Tiffany say?”
“That she must cum in my mouth, like, proper squirting.”
“Wow… Tiffany squirts her orgasm, does she? That makes pleasing her more challenging.”
“Challenging, how?”
Carrie looked mildly embarrassed, her cheeks speckling bright red. She averted her eyes from mine. After a moment of silence, she stared at me and pursed her lips.
“Do you know what a girl’s squirted orgasm comprises?”
“No.”
“Pee and sweet, sticky hormones, honey. I refer to it as unicorn pee when discussing oral with my boyfriends. That makes it easier for them to swallow the first time.”
“Fuck!”
“Tiffany must want you to swallow her cum, Josh. That’s a fucking big orgasm where she loses control and jetwashes the back of your throat with a significant mess for you to manage.”
I thought about it for a moment. I’d seen squirting videos on streaming sex sites, and it always looked like no big deal. Now, though, Carrie explained that getting a girl to squirt was no simple matter.
“Tiffany swallows my cum, so fair is fair.”
“Semen is far easier to deal with than a squirting woman - there is a hell of a lot less volume for starters. Also, you only have one hole that we must cover. Tiffany has two that you’ll be playing with… well, three, but we won’t go there for now. I pee from one tiny hole… that’s where the squirting happens, guys fuck and lick the other larger one while giving me cunnilingus, and of course, the main event insofar as your tongue and lips are concerned is the tiny, sticky pink hooded nub that is just out of reach to most of you.”
“What’s your point, Carrie?”
“Honey, you could be playing famously like Rachmaninov in one spot with your tongue, but if your mouth isn’t clamped over the pee hole when Tiffany’s squirting begins, it’s going fucking everywhere.”
“I see. What does it taste like?”
Carrie looked embarrassed, squirming awkwardly.
“I’ve never tasted it, Josh. What do you think it tastes like based on what I told you it’s made of?”
“Have your boyfriends tasted your… what did you call it… Unicorn Pee?”
“Yes, they all swallowed.”
“Do they like it?”
“They love it. Every guy who got me off returned for more, time and time again.”
“I’ll assume it’s delicious then.”
I was making mental notes of everything Carrie said, and in fifteen minutes of talking to her, I had learned more about kneeling and bowing for a lady than I had from eleven girlfriends since my dating began. My sister sighed, weighing everything up, including me, who she stared at somewhat hungrily.
“There must be more reason why Tiffany feels cunnilingus is crucial in choosing her long-term boyfriend, Josh.”
“She needs to be licked and sucked in unique positions - and won’t write a manual or ever ask me to do it. Now that sweet sister is a fucking annoying trait that all women have. If I need my cock sucked, I’ll ask.”
“Guys want their cocks sucked twenty times a day, honey - need has nothing to do with it. Girls need cunnilingus because sometimes making love to her does not bring about an orgasm.”
“Really?”
“Have you made Tiffany cum by fucking her?’
“No.”
“There you are - see?’
“That’s because she and I haven’t made love yet. Tiffany won’t do it until I make her cum with my tongue.”
“Fucking hell. She’s determined to have it all.”
“Exactly.”
“What about fingering her?”
“She says I rush that too.”
“We’d probably better start there, Josh.”
“What?”
I stared at my sister, wide-eyed, terrified, and ready to run.
“You heard me - it’s time for a practical lesson, so wash your hands, roll your sleeves up, and let’s get to it. I’ll show you where everything is and how it works.”
While I stepped into her bathroom to wash my hands, I glanced through the door. The enthusiasm with which my sister peeled off her clothes scared the living daylights out of me. In ten seconds flat, Carrie was entirely and immensely, gorgeously naked. Her firm breasts heaved from accelerated breathing, and they were beautifully topped with solid red nipples, which lured me into playing with them, but I remembered the no touching me until I invite you rule, so I behaved myself.
My sister had a wiry, blonde pubic bush, precisely the same color as her hair. When I focused, I saw her plump pussy lips buried deep inside that stunning forest, like a glistening bejeweled treasure. My heart thumped so hard that I imagined our neighbors complaining about the noise, but I had lost control sometime earlier.
Carrie sat in a lotus position close by me - so close I smelled her heavenly, alluring aroma, a mix of light perfume and seductive hormones. Her legs were crossed, and her pussy was very readily available to me. My nostrils twitched, and I inhaled deeply, involuntarily, savoring a scent that prompted my heart to pump blood harder into my cock.
Carrie nodded at my erection.
“If you’d like to use my bathroom, I have tissues, or you can relieve yourself in your bedroom and return to mine in a few minutes.”
“It’s okay.”
“On the subject of your self-control, stiffness, stamina, and refractory period.-”
“My fucking refrator - what?”
“Refractory period. It’s the time it takes you to get hard again after you cum.”
“How the fuck do you know that, Carrie?”
“Making love is relatively easy for you, Josh. We need to understand better so we can occasionally beat you to the finish line. I usually suck my boyfriends off until they cum down my throat. Then I wait half an hour, and they can fuck me for longer.”
“Oh, dear god. I am going to hell.”
“Sometimes it’s better if you cum earlier in the day before a date so that when you play with your honey, you are not stomping the ground impatiently like a rampant bull. Girls need sensuality, kind and loving words, their feelings activated, and plenty of sensitivity before they can cum.”
“Right… got it. Let’s move on.”
For the love of god!
“Okay, so take a good, long look between my legs and tell me if everything is more or less the same as Tiffany’s lady garden.”
I scanned my sister’s pussy three or four times, admiring how beautiful she was. The unruly nature of her wiry pubic hair appealed to me and I could have stared all day, but the aroma she exuded was driving my heartrate almost into the red. I raised my head reluctantly, having consumed all reasonable time to look at a beautiful, in-the-flesh lady garden.
“Well, Josh?”
“It’s not the same as Tiffany’s - she has no hair.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Don’t worry. I can practice with a pubic bush.”
“I’ll visit the spa tomorrow and have it waxed off… does Tiffany have everything removed?”
“Yes.”
“She doesn’t even have a fucking landing strip?”
“She is totally bare down there, sis. Her anus is bleached as well.”
“Oh, fuck!”
Carrie’s eyes bloated, and she looked daunted. I assumed my sister wasn’t keen on going completely bald in the pussy department, and, as with my reaction, when Tiffany told me about anal bleaching, her eyes watered too.
“Yep… I know, sis… it sounds painful. She fucking wanted me to have it done too.”
“Is everything else about mine the same as hers?
“I must confess, your pussy has a tighter slit between your lips - with Tiffany’s, I can see her pink fleshy hole. Your lips are like hers, though - with soft-looking wrinkled tips.”
“Oh fuck, Josh, we have so much work to do in just a few short days.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You need to learn how to talk about a woman’s pussy. Referring to holes, slits, and wrinkly bits isn’t going to win you an Oscar for best Romantic Screenplay.”
“What do you mean? Umm… oh fuck, sorry. I can’t do this, Carrie.”
“Do what?”
“I once referred to Tiffany’s slit as an axe wound.”
“Oh, you fucking asshole!”
“I know.”
“Do you want your babies born through an axe wound, Josh?”
“Oh god, no!”
In that single sentence, I learned a huge lesson. To me and my buddies, a cock was just a cock. It had a cute slit for an eye, an army helmet, and a banjo string, some were cut, and others had foreskins, but we men made little fuss over terms of reference when it came to our dicks.
I now understood why Tiffany found me boorish. She worshiped her pussy more than I did. I sighed; Carrie took pity and pointed me between her legs.
“Forget about fingering me tonight. Let’s try one more thing, then we can go again all day tomorrow. Mom and Dad are visiting Gran and Gramps.”
“What am I doing?”
“Lie down.”
“On my back?”
“You won’t see what’s between my legs when I squat over your face when lying on your front, Josh. I want you to take a good long look at everything and be comfortable near a pussy without diving in and savaging it.”
Did my sister just say that?
Fucking hell. I must be dreaming.
Just go with it, Josh. You need all the help Carrie can give you.
I hurriedly lay on my back, and when I felt comfortable, to my utter shock, my dream became real. Carrie cocked a leg over my face, pausing when her knee was in-line with my nose, offering me a fabulous view of her wiry nest and the shiny, pouting lips now opening like a blooming flower.
I gasped, sniffed deeply, and stared at my sister’s pussy goggle-eyed. It was the most beautiful sight I ever saw. Carrie gazed down affectionately and smiled, beckoning with one finger for me to look into her sparkling eyes.
“Look at my eyes, not my pussy, Josh, baby.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have a lovely closeup soon.”
“Oh god.”
“I’m going to straddle your face now as if you were my boyfriend. Most guys I have been with love gentle facesitting where I rock back and forth feeding them, but I want you to promise me you won’t touch anything tonight.”
“I won’t - promise.”
“Keep your tongue inside and your slips sealed - understand?’
“Perfectly.”
“Okay. I want you to focus on the beauty of a woman’s pussy and become familiar with its aroma, the various features, folds, and nubs… well, one tiny pink nub in particular, and that’s hiding in a protective hood, but if you are lucky, the sticky, shiny tip will be visible.”
“I will look carefully.”
Carrie finished mounting me like a bike saddle, straddling my face with grace and beauty. Her pussy was so close I felt its heat surge across my face. My arms and legs were a mass of goosebumps inside and out as I shivered uncontrollably.
I stroked her thighs by force of habit, eventually cupping her taut ass cheeks.
My sister’s pubic bush was a beautiful, light mass of wiry hairs, some clinging to drops of pussy juice that must have leaked from her aroused, sticky hole. Deep inside that gorgeous love garden were two puffy, pouting pussy lips, glistening like icing on a cake, begging to be licked and sucked by me. Her slit, a term I would no longer use in polite company - ergo, in front of any women, was tight but looked yielding, welcoming, and I thought it was slightly trembling.
My olfactory nerves blasted into space, with Carrie’s delicious aroma providing the rocket fuel. My sister reached down with two fingers from her right hand, pressed them into a V against her pussy lips, and peeled them aside, revealing a tiny succulent pink hole that seemed to be the entrance to a magical pink cathedral.
I wanted to pray for hours, being a penitent man.
My sister glanced down and grinned, rightly proud of her pussy, and I began to understand why. She was beautiful - inside her was beautiful, and, in spreading her lips wide apart, she was inviting me inside.
“Can you see my pussy opening, Josh?”
“It’s so beautiful.”
“All of human life begins deep inside the entrance to a woman’s pussy.”
“I can see that now.”
“Tiffany wants you alone to plant your seed inside her.”
“Yes.”
“And then she wants to gestate your baby - but only yours, I hasten to add. Tiffany wants to struggle in birthing your child, for you and the baby, and lastly, for her. Isn’t that noble pursuit worthy of your worship?”
“Yes, it is.”
I struggled to breathe, soaking in the moment, preserving its memory for all time. Through flaring nostrils, I sucked in the sweet, musky aroma that I loved so much, trying to swallow what was essentially tawdry-laced vapor. I spent a couple of fantastic minutes studying the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen, during which time my sister peeled back the protective hood around her clitoris, and a gorgeous sticky pink nub eased out.
I gasped, seeing for the first time the tiny, pink bean that, when correctly sucked, brought all women to heel - for a minute at least.
When Carrie figured I had seen enough, she reached down, gripped my cock through my boxer briefs, and felt how hard I was. She grinned at me, raising her right eyebrow.
“There is nothing wrong with you down there, Josh. If you learn to lick Tiffany’s pussy well, she will love having that monster buried balls deep inside her afterward.”
My sister dismounted my face, leaving her signature all over me as though I were territory. She stepped off her bed and slid back into her panties, pointing at the bedroom door, beaming, seeming happy my first practical lesson had fared so well.
“Come back in the morning, please, Josh, and consider what you have learned.”
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KATE you devil 😈 what a beautiful way to explain this loving process ❤️ where were you 37 years ago. Very enjoyable read on to 3
I wonder how Tiffany expects him to improve if she refuses to give him any guidance. It's almost as if she wants him to fail or else get with another woman. Either way, it doesn't bode well for their relationship. Oh, well. It looks like he's about to get a new girlfriend anyway 🤷