Chapter 3 - The Lick-Off and More
By Foster Kaizen
"Now Martin, remember what I taught you, don't go straight for the clit, spend some time teasing beforehand, remember labia majora first, then labia minora, then clit. You've got ninety seconds, so start with a long flat tongue lick, just to tease the tip of tongue on majora, then minora then clit. Got that?
"Yes coach, thanks."
Haley was sitting against the backboard of the bed with a pillow behind her, and one under her bum to raise her up a bit. Her knees apart, feet flat on the bed in front of her, she had given her pussy a couple of light strokes, just to get the motor running. It was now glistening in the subdued light from the bedside lamps. The pep talk Susan was giving had her squirming in anticipation. She looked incredulously at the pair, as they discussed strategy, as if this was a sporting event.
"Suze, I can't believe this," she began, "you're giving him tips on how to win?"
Susan and Martin were kneeling, facing each other at the foot of the bed. Susan who had her hand wrapped round Martins cock, turned her attention to her friend, "trust me, he hasn't got a snowballs chance of winning, I'm just giving him the best possible chance, so it doesn't look like such an uneven contest, and I do want you to get the best experience out of this."
"Okay, if you say so." Haley relaxed against the pillow.
Susan turned her attention back to Martin, "also," she reminded him, "there are to be no hands involved, and the tongue must not come in contact with the bum-hole, at any time at this stage."
"One more thing," she addressed this to Haley, "you are not allowed to give any instructions to the participant," she paused, "make that
any
participant."
"Wait a minute here," Haley complained, "you're allowed to give Martin instructions and I'm not? How is that fair?"
"As his coach I can give
suggestions
, but, in the same way as the track doesn't tell the runner what to do, you can't tell him what to do," she said smiling.
Haley had nothing to say to this. Now I'm the track to the runner, she grumbled to herself.
"Okay, I think we've both got it, can we get started now?" Martin wondered what the penalty would be, for an infraction of the so-called rules. Rules, that Susan seemed to be making up as she went along. He recited the mantra in his head, 'majora, minora, clit.' They had practiced this many, many times, so he thought he was good and despite Susans assurance to the contrary, he was determined to win.
"Right, thirty seconds to go, you can get in position, Martin."
Martin took a last swig of his beer, then moved into position on his knees in front of Haley, he looked at her and winked. He hooked his arms around her thighs then brought his face within inches of Haley's glistening cunt.