nude women on the beach,
with sand all over their butts? I grew up near a beach, I can tell
you there's nothing in the world more uncomfortable than rubbing
frantically against someone covered in beach sand, and I'm reliably
informed it's a bitch to get out of you.”
She grabbed it away from me and opened it to
the centerfold. “First off, I want you to understand that nothing
you can do will bother Nicci. She will be pleased and flattered and
honored that you are willing to fight your fears and face the fur,
and the most inconsequential, timid little lick you can offer will
be orgasmic to her because she loves you, you asshole. But,” she
continued confidently, “I'm going to teach you how to do it
proper.” She picked up a Magic Marker and began drawing game plans
on the centerfold. “Okay, this is the target in question. Do you
jump at it, howling?”
“Hell no, I'd get the staple stuck in my
teeth!”
“Actually there are times of passion when
you do just that,” she said, ignoring me. ““Quickies, while you’re
driving, that sort of thing. But for the most part you need to
sneak up on it. It’s not a dick, it doesn’t like being yanked on
right away. Use anticipation to get her going before you even get
near it, like letting your car warm up first on cold days.” She
pointed out the vulva and drew little arrows towards the inner
thighs. “Stroke her here and here, and keep your hands moving all
the time. Light touches are usually best, they get the goosebumps
going. You can let the back of your hand or your knuckles brush
against her puss but don't try anything funny yet. When she starts
moving her hips back and forth it's time to go for the groceries,
but go down there real slow. Maintain eye contact as you do, it's
killer. When you get close, breathe on it first, soft and
hot.”“
I was starting to experience some discomfort
lying there, but I listened carefully, trying to ignore the gloss
that was making her lips sparkle in the lamplight, lamplight and
the way her shirt gapped open to reveal hints of soft, rounded
flesh.
Quickly sketching in some up and down
arrows, she turned the centerfold into a winning play. “Lick up and
down the lips on the outside, until they start to open up. Dart
your tongue between the lips every now and then, but do it
sparingly at first, then more as she gets hotter.”
“So far this sounds like what I do to her
anyway,” I said, trying to be a good student. Damn, this bed was
lumpy.
She beamed at me. “There you go, exactly.
Use your fingers, too. Once she starts moving her hips back and
forth, it means she wants you to lick harder and closer to her
clit, that’s this little part here.”
“I know where it is, thank you.”
“Just checking. Lick and suck around the top
of it but don’t lick towards the bottom ‘til she’s ready. That’ll
be when she’s moving her hips like a pop star trying to get under
your tongue. You know how the head of your dick gets all sensitive
and shit after you come? Her clit starts out that way, so go easy.
Here, try this.” She offered the Pocket Pud. I looked it
hesitantly. “What, should I rub it with tuna fish or something? Try
it.”
I held it up to my mouth but the situation
was just impossible. Did she really expect me to…? Looking up I
finally noticed the suppressed laughter in her eyes and so I bit
the thing, hard, and shook it like a terrier with a sock. She burst
out laughing and rolled on the bed, whooping. I added appropriate
growling noises and her hilarity redoubled, turning into a long and
painful shared belly laugh. At times our plastic friend became a
hairpiece, an armpit, an especially wide grin and a hand puppet.
She grabbed it away from me and gave it a few overly sensuous licks
herself, to my appreciative hoots. Then, eyes shining, she placed
it between her legs, held it in place and leaned back.
“Try it, Vince,” she said. Her eyes were
very large.
I was afraid to say anything so I rolled
over her leg
with sand all over their butts? I grew up near a beach, I can tell
you there's nothing in the world more uncomfortable than rubbing
frantically against someone covered in beach sand, and I'm reliably
informed it's a bitch to get out of you.”
She grabbed it away from me and opened it to
the centerfold. “First off, I want you to understand that nothing
you can do will bother Nicci. She will be pleased and flattered and
honored that you are willing to fight your fears and face the fur,
and the most inconsequential, timid little lick you can offer will
be orgasmic to her because she loves you, you asshole. But,” she
continued confidently, “I'm going to teach you how to do it
proper.” She picked up a Magic Marker and began drawing game plans
on the centerfold. “Okay, this is the target in question. Do you
jump at it, howling?”
“Hell no, I'd get the staple stuck in my
teeth!”
“Actually there are times of passion when
you do just that,” she said, ignoring me. ““Quickies, while you’re
driving, that sort of thing. But for the most part you need to
sneak up on it. It’s not a dick, it doesn’t like being yanked on
right away. Use anticipation to get her going before you even get
near it, like letting your car warm up first on cold days.” She
pointed out the vulva and drew little arrows towards the inner
thighs. “Stroke her here and here, and keep your hands moving all
the time. Light touches are usually best, they get the goosebumps
going. You can let the back of your hand or your knuckles brush
against her puss but don't try anything funny yet. When she starts
moving her hips back and forth it's time to go for the groceries,
but go down there real slow. Maintain eye contact as you do, it's
killer. When you get close, breathe on it first, soft and
hot.”“
I was starting to experience some discomfort
lying there, but I listened carefully, trying to ignore the gloss
that was making her lips sparkle in the lamplight, lamplight and
the way her shirt gapped open to reveal hints of soft, rounded
flesh.
Quickly sketching in some up and down
arrows, she turned the centerfold into a winning play. “Lick up and
down the lips on the outside, until they start to open up. Dart
your tongue between the lips every now and then, but do it
sparingly at first, then more as she gets hotter.”
“So far this sounds like what I do to her
anyway,” I said, trying to be a good student. Damn, this bed was
lumpy.
She beamed at me. “There you go, exactly.
Use your fingers, too. Once she starts moving her hips back and
forth, it means she wants you to lick harder and closer to her
clit, that’s this little part here.”
“I know where it is, thank you.”
“Just checking. Lick and suck around the top
of it but don’t lick towards the bottom ‘til she’s ready. That’ll
be when she’s moving her hips like a pop star trying to get under
your tongue. You know how the head of your dick gets all sensitive
and shit after you come? Her clit starts out that way, so go easy.
Here, try this.” She offered the Pocket Pud. I looked it
hesitantly. “What, should I rub it with tuna fish or something? Try
it.”
I held it up to my mouth but the situation
was just impossible. Did she really expect me to…? Looking up I
finally noticed the suppressed laughter in her eyes and so I bit
the thing, hard, and shook it like a terrier with a sock. She burst
out laughing and rolled on the bed, whooping. I added appropriate
growling noises and her hilarity redoubled, turning into a long and
painful shared belly laugh. At times our plastic friend became a
hairpiece, an armpit, an especially wide grin and a hand puppet.
She grabbed it away from me and gave it a few overly sensuous licks
herself, to my appreciative hoots. Then, eyes shining, she placed
it between her legs, held it in place and leaned back.
“Try it, Vince,” she said. Her eyes were
very large.
I was afraid to say anything so I rolled
over her leg
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