An Audience With Johanna

Every man on this planet should learn the art of cunnilingus.

Or, to be more informal -- the art of eating pussy.

Being a young man, porn became that sacred routine which I hid behind my computers privacy settings. As innocent as I was back then, watching male porn star after male porn star eating the pussies of Brianna Banks, Jennifer Luv, Asa Akira, et cetera...gave me some inkling to realise when I was older a man who would eat a woman's flower would be worth it's weight in red flags, so to speak.

So I began practicing. Initially, as far as my knowledge went I practiced mainly on fruit; oranges, mangos...anything that had a delicate centre. It was only when I had my first official girlfriend that I was able to properly hone my skills on Stephanie's labia. She was already sexually experienced and had a very bad few experiences with her previous boyfriend. The first valuable lesson I learnt from Stephanie that using your teeth in any part of caressing a woman's vagina is a HUGE no-no.

I was 21 and a year out of a break up with Stephanie when I met Alice in London. Between Stephanie and this time, I had a number of drunken escapades, one night stands, even favours from my dorm's many different girls that helped further my purpose. After a few months of dorm living, Alice invited me to move in to her flat. I would be the boyfriend of Alice living in with two of her friends; Veronica and Johanna.

Johanna was more of a direct friend with Alice than that of Veronica; she was more the stop-gap tenant that filled the sudden empty space that Li, the Chinese exchange student at St. Mary's University had to unexpectedly fill. Still, it was easy living. I had a bed bigger than the dorm's that was very little different to that of a prison cot, and I had my Alice there for a routine fuck.

It just so happened that this nights story happened to take place whilst I was in the middle of drilling Alice. Johanna had recently came home mid-shag, but her raised voice with an anonymous male before you could hear footsteps and a door slam momentarily paused the fucking. We carried on after a sufficient amount of time passed, but I couldn't shake the feeling that-

My eyes glazed off of Alice and towards our room door. The shadows of feet appeared under the door. We had an audience. I chuckled and silently directed Alice's eyes to the uninvited guest but at her stage of climax, she paid little attention. As I drilled her she came, her pussy lips tightening around my cock as she flowed. My cock stiffened as well as my own ejaculate forced a breach with a manly grunt. Both me and Alice heard an audible gasp coming from the door. We both knew by the tone that this had to be Johanna.

"Was she spying on us?" I quietly mentioned to Alice, about 10 minutes after. The shadows had disappeared from the door, but Alice still nudged me to be silent.

"I'm just saying." I added, unphased by the attention garnered. "It's...kind of nice knowing we are that good of lovers." Alice said nothing, and turned on her side.

Oh dear, I thought to myself. Am I not meant to enjoy unwarranted attention?

The next day, I woke up at around 9'o'clock. Alice had left 2 hours earlier to get her train to Central London. Johanna and Veronica were also at work, and would not be home for some time. I had the day off and as far as I was concerned, I had the house completely to myself. I decided to lumber myself to the shower, and freshen myself up for the day. I was just finishing my rinse when I heard the audible sound of our front door opening.

"Hello?!" I called out, half panicked and half-worried someone was burgling our house whilst I, the only man stood butt naked.

"It's me." Came Johanna's voice in return. "Are you in the shower?"

"I am, give me a second." Panic over, at the very least. But now my day off was a bit hampered. "How come you're home so early?" I asked.

"Oh they fucked up my schedule. I'm not due in today. Let me know when you're done please."

I finished drying myself off before wrapping myself into a towel and making for mine and Alice's room where a fresh set of loungers waited for me. "Bathroom's free, Jo." I called out to her as I passed her closed room door. Johanna would normally chomp at the bit to get into the shower next. Sharing with a man and 2 other girls makes the shower, the only shower in the flat a very prized commodity.

However, as I made myself a coffee I could not help but notice the absence of Johanna's expedition. It was almost like she wasn't there. I eventually heard the door open to her room, and she then walked into the kitchen in her work clothes still; she wore her typical work wear which comprised of a black sweater, black skirt and thick black tights underneath. She shone in this get up as it accentuated her natural blonde Swedish complexion.

"Showers free, mate." I reminded her.

"Yeah I heard, I want some coffee first. So fucking annoying putting this shit on just to be turned away." She seemed much more stressed over what was arguably a minor communication fault, at least to me.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"No the fucking guy who I had over last night bailed." She responded. Lack of protection, I would then also find out from her. My memory was promptly jogged.

"So the guy wanted to stick and slick?" That got her giggling at least. "Is that why you ended up eavesdropping on me and Alice?" I then stated, confronting her perversion.

Johanna went sheet red. "H-How did you know I was there?"

"I saw your shadow at the door, Jo. Plus when I came, we both heard you moan." She got redder still, bless her heart. Maybe I was being a bit too confrontational.

"It's totally cool though." I said, reassuringly. "Alice didn't say anything about it but I thought it was pretty hot, having an audience."

"Really?" She replied, assured that I wasn't offended.

"Yeah! We had to quieten down of course when you arrived home. I had just finished going down on her."

Why was I offering this information? Oh who the hell cares, I thought to myself. May as well level the playing field. Johanna left with her coffee to her room. I was still nursing mine when my phone went off.

"Are you at home?" Said the text from Alice.

"I am, yes. Why?"

"Oh okay, is Johanna okay?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't she be?"

"She told me you had spoken to her about last night and texted me about it. She's pretty embarrassed."

"Oh come on, I did say to her that there was nothing to be embarrassed over."

The exchange between me an Alice ended, and it only took max five minutes before I could hear Johanna on the phone, talking in her native tongue. Lord knows what she was saying. She was on the phone for a good 10 minutes before silence fell again.

I was just wrapping up my coffee when Johanna walked back in again, still in her work uniform. She avoided eye contact for a while, and to me looking over at her it looked as if she was trying to find something to do, as if she didn't belong there at that time. Maybe she was just so embarrassed that it was easier for her to deal with her issue this way.

I decided to disappear for a bit, and let her think on her thoughts. I got up from my seat when-

"D-Dean?" She said, in a lower, raspy voice. She was very obviously nervous about confronting it.

"Yes, Johanna?" I turned to face her respectfully, giving her my full attention.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it. But I think I might guess what you want to ask. Like I said, it's no problem for me or Alice. We get that it sucks being left to sort yourself out when your date bails. Plus, he didn't pack protection. What a selfish fucking cunt!" I said the last part reassuringly, to remind her that me and Alice had a live and let live policy on most things, this included.

"No-no, I don't mean that. It's a bit more...personal."

At the same time, I received a text from Alice.

"It's okay, baby. She needs it." I paused the conversation with Johanna to reply to Alice's incredibly obscure text.

"What are you on about??"

"She hasn't asked?"

"Asked me what?"

"Dean, she asked me first. We spoke on the phone and made an agreement. She wants you to go down on her."

I had to do a double take for the last part of the text.

"What?! Nah. This is a test." I then also called Johanna over so she could also see. She leaned in close and read what Alice had typed to me.

"Tell me you're both joking with me?" I demanded. I was mixed with anger of being tested, but also ever so slightly aroused in how a conversation about my pussy eating skills was getting Johanna riled up.

"I'm being serious, baby. It's not a test." Came Alice's reply. "She also said she will pay £200 to help with our rent this month."

It then dawned on me. Not only was this not a test, but my girlfriend was giving me a free pass to sow my oats figuratively speaking.

"And you're okay with this?"

"Of course I am. She's having a stressful day as it is and there is the money incentive as well."

I could not believe my eyes. I began pondering my options.

"Alice, I'll speak with Johanna. But I want £400, then we don't have to worry about the electricity bill." It had been a cold January, and a slow work month.

"Speak with her then. Coming off lunch now. I'll see you later."

I took a deep breath in, and then turned to face Jo. She had relaxed herself somewhat on the kitchen counter, leaning her hips off of it.

"Right, Jo. This is 100% a serious request right?"

"Y-Yeah." She replied, still nervous but with a noticeably calmer demeanour.

"What brought this on? Why me?"

"Well, Alice talks about you all the time. She loves it when you pleasure her. It relaxes her so much. I was hoping the guy last night would have done it for me but he doesn't eat fucking pussy. And you know, you're here now. It's convenient for me."

"Convenient for you. Seriously?" I still hadn't decided if this wasn't an elaborate test that Alice had put me on. It had been a recent YouTube trend for girlfriends/boyfriends to set up a friend to try and seduce their SO to see how they would react. I was thinking this was one such example.

"Look, Dean. I promise you it isn't a test. Alice knows how delicate you are and she's not expecting anything out of it."

"I think I'm gonna just-"

"Dean! Get in there and eat her fucking pussy!" Came a text from Alice, it was almost as if she had been in the room all along. My doubts began to clear. And my mind now shifted to Johanna's need and desire. I was the lucky boy to sate her appetite. I instructed her to separate her legs, which tightened under her above knee length skirt.

"So...urm, how do you want this to start? Do you want me to-"

"I'm already wet, Dean." She responded. Her tone gave me an ever so slightly boost of confidence, and I was pretty sure I became semi-mast.

"Okay, but it's £400 remember?"

"Just get over here." She demanded as she practically pulled me from my seat on to my knees. She reared herself onto the kitchen counter, sitting with her knees towards me. My eyes matched her thighs as they drew up underneath her skirt.

"Uh...the tights. What are we-"

She silenced my ramblings by lifting her legs up and removing her smaller skorts that she had put on underneath. She had been up skirted at work a few times in the past and was pretty self conscious about her figure, hence why she took to wearing skirt shorts or skorts as the popular phrase went. Her tights were also holed at her gusset from years of wear, so removal of the tights was not strictly necessary.

I took a deep breath as I leaned closer to her, placing my hand on her knees and running them up and down her thighs. I took one look at her and could see she was matching my gaze with anticipation. I placed my hands between her knees and gently pushed them aside. Her thighs opened to her crotch, which stared back at me, a wet patch on her black undies was visible. I very much appreciated the consistency in her uniform.

I ran my hands up her thighs once more, and as I did so she sat up there, enjoying the thrill. She edged herself closer to me with her feet dangling off of the counter edge. Her skirt folded over itself as she did, allowing her legs to separate even more. My hands ran up all the way to her crotch, I could feel her womanhood salivating with all her anticipation. Even running my hand over it generated a thrill for Johanna. I placed both index fingers in the hole in her gusset to provide a decent leverage in widening it. I checked with her first of course if I could damage her tights which she was happy with in regards to the intent, and with a loud rip of the fabric I made the hole big enough that it encompassed her undies.

Now, all that needed to be done was to pull this final barrier aside. Johanna assisted with her right hand, pulling the fabric aside as I pried it off of her womanhood, revealing to me a neat trimmed blonde public line running down to her slit. I prefer shaved, of course but trimmed was just as good. I licked my lips that were already salivating at the wet slit in front of me, before taking one last look at Johanna, eyes fixed on me like a waiting hawk.

"You sure you want this?" I asked, with my head literally in the tigers jaw.

She sighed with frustration, and pulled her spare hand to behind my head, and slowly dragged me toward her mound. I quickly took a gulp of breath, caught off guard by her insistence as my mouth descended onto her woman hood. I heard her head lightly bang the kitchen cupboard as she leaned back in pleasure. I could not believe how wet she was, she tasted so sweet! I ran my tongue up her slit toward her clit, but just stopping short before returning back to her opening. She had to remove her hands from me and her undies to keep her balance she was enjoying it so much.

I made sure to start slowly, another lesson I had learnt from experience is do not rush. If she ain't finished; you ain't finished. Though I feel my delicate precision with my tongue was exactly how Johanna liked it, soon she began to exhale deeply, and then started moaning softly. She would grip the counter, a handle on a drawer or cupboard the pleasure was so intense for her. She was obviously a very sensitive lover. I do have to admit that I did consider also fucking her at that moment.

I pulled her legs over my shoulders as I got more comfortable on my knees, she for her own comfort rotated her right leg so her foot would rest on the kitchen tap. This gave me a better zone of control in maximising her pleasure. My licks would last and linger for much longer, and my kisses would encompass as much of her swollen labia as I could muster. Her moans got louder, she looked at me with a deep lust of pure satisfaction.

It was time for the next lesson I learnt.

I removed my mouth from her pussy. Ostensibly to catch my breath, but to also re-introduce my index and middle finger which easily pushed through her curtains. When they were as far as I could get them, I curled my fingers inside of her before focusing on her clit. She let out her biggest moan here, her hands jolted and scrambled for something to grip onto. She swore under her laboured breath, as she lay herself awkwardly down onto the countertop, her eyes glossed over with maximum pleasure.

I continued to curl my fingers inside her, pushing them in and out slowly but with just enough pressure to hit that all elusive G-spot behind her vaginal wall. Her groans egged me on, as her legs dangled over my shoulders and her feet dangling over the floor. She took a deep breath in, and let out the loudest moan as I sucked on her clitoris whilst she came hard all over my fingers still buried inside of her. Drops of her womanhood dripped down the countertop, as her legs shook wildly in place.

By the time she was able to compose herself, her face was flush fully red, looking down at me with my two fingers still massaging her insides.

"Better?" I asked her, removing my coated index and middle from her walls.

"Much better. Thank you Dean." She responded, collecting her breath. "I'll send Alice the £400 tonight."