Lesbian Lessons

“It’s just that the only time I’ve ever eaten pussy, I couldn’t
breathe!” Francesca said.

Jennifer nodded. “That is a problem. It helps if the woman is
shaved, but you have to kind of look up while you’re doing it. Use
your fingers inside her pussy, and lick her clit. You can pull back a
little, too, and just use the end of your tongue, like this.” She
paused and extended her tongue, wiggling it back and forth lewdly.

Francesca giggled. “Okay, I can do that.” She stuck out her tongue
and wiggled it like Jennifer was doing.

“Want to try it out?” Jennifer asked. She stood up and pulled down
her jeans and panties, and then sat on the couch, spreading her legs
wide, her wet pussy pouting at Francesca. Francesca hesitated for a
moment and then knelt on the couch, placing her hands on Jennifer’s
thighs and lowering her head to her friend’s cunt.

Jennifer held Francesca’s hair back from her face and lifted her head,
watching as Francesca extended her tongue and flicked it lightly over
her clit. “Good,” she said. “Now lean a little closer, but use your
fingers to spread the lips apart.”

Francesca did as she was directed, encouraged by the sounds of
Jennifer’s moans. She took deep breaths, trying not to let her nose
dip into the light fuzz of hair above Jennifer’s clit. “Now finger
me,” Jennifer breathed, opening her eyes to check on Francesca’s
progress. Francesca shifted slightly, using her thumb and forefinger
to hold Jennifer’s labia open as her other fingers slid easily into
Jennifer’s pussy.

“In and out, in and out, oh yes, just like that,” Jennifer murmured.
She tilted her hips up slightly, and Francesca moved back, breathing
through her nose. Each exhalation caused the wispy hairs on Jennifer’s
mons to wave slightly. Her fingers, slick with Jennifer’s stickiness,
moved back and forth, tickling the edge of Jennifer’s wet pussy as she
stroked back in. Her tongue was a blur of motion, pushing back and
forth.

“I’m gonna come,” Jennifer moaned, resting her hands on Francesca’s
head. Francesca paused to catch her breath. “No!” Jennifer howled,
pushing Francesca’s tongue back.

“Don’t,” Jennifer breathed heavily, “do that. Keep going, keep going,
or I’ll lose it.” Francesca dove back down, thrusting her tongue
against Jennifer’s clit in quick, hard strokes, the tiny nub springing
back and forth against the pressure. Jennifer began moaning in
satisfaction again, moving her hips in time with Francesca’s tongue and
fingers.

“Okay, here it comes,” Jennifer said. She kept her hands tightly on
Francesca’s head, stroking her soft brown hair, and then she bucked her
hips up frantically. “Hold still,” she gasped. Francesca froze, her
tongue flat against Jennifer’s clit, her fingers buried inside her
cunt. She could feel the tremors of Jennifer’s climax, her cunt
rippling along her fingers as her clit pulsed with her heartbeat.

“Okay, okay,” Jennifer gasped, releasing Francesca’s head and pressing
her hips back down against the couch as Francesca sat up, removing her
fingers slowly. “Good,” Jennifer smiled, pushing her hair back from
her face and grinning. “Very good. Could you breathe?”

Francesca nodded. “Yup. That was much easier. But I’ll have to try
it again to be sure I’ve got my technique down right.”

“You can have a lesson anytime you want,” Jennifer smiled.