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The Art of Cunnilingus — What My Best Friend Taught Me, Part 5

She grabbed my head with her hands, holding me between her legs as she ground against my face…

Please read Parts 1 through 4 before continuing.

“If there’s one thing every guy absolutely has to know…” She pulled down her shorts, then stood in only her panties. “It’s how to eat a girl out.”

I stammered, unsure of what to say. I was going to tell her I was dating Amanda, but Skye knew that. That was the whole point of this. She was teaching me how to impress Amanda.

“I just gave you a hand job, Mike,” Skye said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. “So do me a favor and pay attention to these next few lessons.”

Next few lessons?

She spread her legs to either side, and my eyes slid down from her gorgeous bare breasts to the intersection between her legs. There was nothing fancy or risque about her choice of panties, other than being teal, but they looked absolutely wonderful on her.

“If you’re getting naked with your date,” Skye said, “the panties are usually the last thing to come off. It’s nice when the guy pulls them down, but he has to do it right. Slowly and deliberately, showing that he wants her, but that he intends to be gentle, thoughtful, and sensual.”

I just stood there gawking at her, my eyes still fixed between her legs.

Skye sighed loudly. “Jeezus, Mike. That’s your cue to take my panties off!”

I jolted in surprise, then blinked. Her panties… I was completely naked, and she nearly so — except for those teal panties. I drew a deep breath and approached, kneeling in front of her as I moved in between her legs. My hands touched her knees and slid gently up her thighs, and I looked at her face as my fingers brushed over her panties. She smiled and licked her lips, then she lifted her butt slightly off the bed.

With my fingers hooked around the elastic band, I peeled her panties down, sliding them over her knees and down to her ankles. I stared, mesmerized, looking at the thin fuzz of her nicely trimmed pubic hair. Below that was the puffy mound and the wrinkly lips of her pussy.

Skye’s pussy.

I had only ever seen a woman’s pussy in porn, but Skye’s was now just inches from my face. It was alluring and wonderful, and infinitely more lovely than a porn video could portray.

“There it is, Mike,” Skye said softly, spreading her legs wider. “That’s my pussy.”

She brought her hands down and used her fingers to spread her lips open. I held my breath, drinking in every detail of the glistening pink interior. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, like an exotic orchid blossoming in full, glorious color.

“Look closer.” She pulled the lips open near the top with two fingers, then used her other hand to point at a small, fleshy nub. “That’s the clitoris. That’s what gives a woman the most pleasure.”

“Just that?” I asked. “What about… I mean, what about inside?”

She laughed. “Well, both are great, especially at the same time. But stimulating the clit is the fastest way to an orgasm.”

I nodded, trying to take it all in.

She moved her hands away and leaned back on her elbows, her legs still spread wide. “I want you to touch me… Caress me… Use your hands and fingers to pleasure me.”

I gulped, swallowing back my nervousness.

Starting slow and gentle, I slid my hands along her thighs, moving up to the junction of her legs. Hesitantly, my fingers touched her thin pubic hair, absent save for one small patch, and I stroked downward, tracing the outside of her slit. It was strange and fascinating all at once — the sight of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. Everything about her.

Gently, I pushed two fingers inside, and she caught her breath. I moved my fingers around, then with my other hand, I spread her labia lips. My fingers moved, slowly rubbing the soft, pink flesh, but not pushing deep. I wasn’t sure what to do, but all I wanted was to feel her and drink the sight of her in.

“Go ahead and explore,” Skye encouraged. Then she gave a breathy laugh. “I get it. I guess this is your first real pussy, huh? You can push your fingers in deeper, but don’t forget my clit.”

I pushed my fingers deeper, sliding into her. She was warm, wet, and wonderful. I pulled my fingers back and pushed in again, mimicking what I assumed was the thrusting of a cock or dildo, and she let out a long, pleasant sigh.

A smile came to my face, along with a flood of joy knowing I was pleasuring her. I used the fingers of my left hand to rub the top of her pussy while those of my right continued pumping in and out.

“Mmm, yeah…” Skye breathed. “The clit is just below where you’re rubbing now. Just inside and under.”

I moved my fingers just below where the lips of her inner labia met and found her sensitive nub. She sucked in a sharp breath as I continued to rub, the fingers of my right hand still pumping wetly.

“Keep doing that,” she panted, her breasts rising and falling. “You can finger me faster. It won’t hurt me.”

I nodded, my eyes transfixed as I pumped my fingers faster. After another minute, she began to pant and squirm, the dual stimulation working wonders on her body. I sped up when she began moaning, my fingers thrusting with a sticky, wet slurp, while I teased and fondled her clit with the other.

“Oh… Oh, fuck…” Skye gasped, her hips bucking against my thrusting fingers. “Oh, yeah… Oh… Ah! Ah! Ahhh!”

I felt her orgasm, her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers as her entire body trembled. I slowed, letting her writhe and gasp there on my bed, not knowing if I should continue. She quickly corrected my grievous error.

“Jeezus, Mike!” she cried. “Don’t stop now! Keep going!”

Startled, I immediately resumed thrusting my fingers and rubbing her clit. She gasped again, her body shaking and back arching. She cried out, her hands grabbing the sheets of my bed, and she gave another sudden jerk with every muscle in her body seeming to clench.

“Okay… Okay…” she said between gasping breaths. “You can stop.”

I stopped, slowly pulling my fingers from her pussy. Wetness glistened from my fingers and I held my breath, wondering at the juices inside her. “Wow… So that’s a female orgasm,” I said. “Is this, uh, girl cum?”

Skye sat up on her elbows to look at me. A wide smile split her face, and she gave a light chuckle. “Sort of. Really, it’s just… Well, let’s call it all-natural lube.” She licked her lips and breathed out. “Give it a taste.”

I considered my fingers, then slipped them into my mouth. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I tasted. It wasn’t strong, and it wasn’t unpleasant. There was a mild tang and a slight penny taste, but that was about it.

“Now for the ancient and sacred art of cunnilingus,” Skye said, combing her fingers through her hair. “If you do a good job eating Amanda out, I can guarantee you’ll get laid. A lot.”

Oh, yeah, I thought. This was practice for Amanda…

“To begin,” Skye continued, “it’s nice to kiss your way up her legs, her thighs, and her inner thighs, making your way to her pussy. You can kiss her pubic area, her abdomen, or her belly button, too. Anyway, when you settle in with your mouth on her pussy, give her a few teasing kisses and then a few gentle licks. You can lick deeper, tasting her, but lick high enough to hit the clit. Or better yet, just focus on her clit. You can use your lips, too, and try sucking on the clit as well.”

It was a lot to take in, but I was ready to try. Even if I screwed up, I had to start somewhere. And this was Skye, after all. She would guide me through it.

I began just as she had suggested, kissing along her left leg from the knee to her upper thigh. Looking up at her, I saw her smiling, and she laid back with her arms stretched out as I kissed along her abdomen to her right thigh. I kissed the mound covered in her thin bush and breathed in, her delicate scent suffusing my entire being.

My arms slid under her legs and she spread herself wider, lifting up and setting her feet on my shoulders. I brought my mouth closer, and my lips touched the lips of her labia, already puffy with arousal. The scent of her swam through my head as I breathed in again, wonderful and indescribable, but undeniably the very essence of her.

I licked, tasting her, tracing my tongue along her slit. She hummed pleasantly as I pushed deeper, my tongue slipping inside her. I delighted in her warmth and wetness and the acrid tang of her delicious sex. I used my fingers to gently separate her labia, then quickly flicked my tongue over the nub of her clit. Her breathing increased as my tongue moved faster, then she gasped, and the muscles of her leg clenched tight.

“That’s good,” Skye said through her gasps. “Now, use your lips. Try sucking.”

I did so, first nibbling at the top of her pussy, then closing my lips tight to make quick sucking movements with my mouth. She drew in a sharp breath and her whole body seemed to stiffen.

“Oh, God, Mike!” she cried. “Oh, fuck! Just keep doing that!”

I pressed my mouth closer, sucking faster and moving my lips. She moaned, rocking her hips as though trying to thrust back as I sucked and nibbled at her clit.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Skye cried, her body shaking as she climaxed. She grabbed my head with her hands, holding me between her legs as she ground against my face. “Fuck, yes! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!”

She shook again, then she fell back and relaxed, her hands letting go.

“Oh, wow,” she muttered, her breasts heaving as she panted. “That really hit the spot.”

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and looked up at her, half-wondering, half-hoping she would tell me to get back in there and continue. Instead, she smiled at me, her face sweaty and her eyes bleary.

“Come up here,” she said, patting the mattress.

I crawled up onto the bed and lay down facing her. Our eyes met for a long moment, and she smiled warmly. Then she slid her arm over me, moving her face closer, her lips connecting with mine. It wasn’t a long kiss, like we had practiced before, but a quick, sweet kiss, sending tingles of elation from my head to my toes.

“Thanks,” she said, pulling back slightly. “That was… Well, that was really good. Not many guys are that good at eating pussy, especially for their first time.” Then she scowled, almost accusingly. “Hey, hang on! You’re not lying about being a virgin, are you?”

“What?” I laughed. “Why would I lie about that? Besides, you know I’m a virgin. It’s not like we don’t talk about our sex-lives with each other. Or lack thereof, in my case.”

It was true. Skye was always open with me about who she was dating and even made offhanded comments about fucking them. I was jealous sometimes, wishing I was that guy. But that jealousy vanished when she inevitably dumped them. They were gone, blocked, and out of her life forever. Yet, I remained — the one who knew her better than any of her boyfriends ever could; the one with whom she had shared half her life; the one whom she would never tell goodbye.

We were best friends, as we had always been. Best friends forever.

But had something changed now? Would I be her boyfriend? Would I be the next one she used and grew tired of, to be booted from her life? Did I really want that?

Skye smiled. “If you’re that good at third base, then you’re definitely going to make it to home plate with Amanda.” With that, she sat up, pulling her legs beneath her. She looked me over, then ran her hand down my chest to my groin. “But there are still a few things I need to teach you.”

I drew a sharp breath as her fingers closed around my semi-hard cock. I had assumed we were done. After all, I had cum when she gave me the hand job in the bathroom, and I had made her climax twice. But Skye seemed to have other ideas.

She stroked me slowly, her eyes fixed on my growing erection as she worked her hand up and down. Then she repositioned, lying flat on the bed and bringing her face closer to my cock. She studied me as she stroked, then she kissed the fat purple head and closed her lips around my shaft.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, feeling my cock inside her mouth. “Skye…”

She slid her mouth down, then pulled back up and went down again. Each time she took more of me in, going slowly at first, as though wanting me to enjoy every moment of her treatment. The warming pleasure grew, and my cock stiffened to a full erection as she bobbed her head up and down.

She continued sucking my cock for a minute or so. Then she took all of me in, choking as my cockhead slipped down the back of her throat. She held that position for one wonderful moment, her nose nestled in my newly trimmed pubic hair. Her tongue flexed and squeezed, and then she resumed sucking.

It was pure heaven! I had already cum, but the warming heat of another orgasm slowly built again. The tingling pleasure grew as she worked my cock with wet slurps, squeezing lips, and her tongue caressing my shaft. She gently fondled my balls, further stimulating me, and I breathed in quickening pants as my pleasure rose to a boiling heat.

Then she pulled her mouth away and sat up.

“Uh, hey.” I blinked and looked up at her. “I was close!”

“I know,” she said, still holding my cock. Then she gave me that cute little smile I loved so much. “I really wanted to suck you off. And I will sometime. But there’s one more thing you need to learn right now.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“What do you think, dummy?” she laughed with a breathy chuckle. “You may have aced third base, but you still haven’t reached home plate.”

I sat up, stunned. Home plate. With Skye?

The story concludes in Part 6 — Friends with Benefits!

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