I was a bit taken aback the other day when my boyfriend proposed to me that I teach him how to perform the perfect oral sex. He said if I went and gave myself a wash and a trim, he'd get everything ready. So, while I was in the bathroom pondering the idea, lathering up my pussy lips inside and out, and trimming the soft pubic hair to a short, neat triangle, he was upstairs turning down the corner of the bedspread, plumping the cushions, drawing the curtains and getting the lamp light lit.
It was early evening, and as I came up stairs in my silk robe he handed me a large glass of wine. He was already stripped to his boxers and he slipped the robe of my shoulders as I took a swig. He guided me to the bed. Before I got in he slid my panties off and told me to make myself comfortable.
I laid myself back against the cushions, legs apart and knees bent upwards for a touch for support, noticing then that the tv was flickering quietly in the corner, my favourite dvd playing from our erotic collection. Two girls were on their knees at the scene of a picnic, leaning toward one another on the grass in the sun, kissing and pressing their breasts together tenderly. Behind each of them a hunky stud was calmly fucking them, their two big cocks moving in and out beneath the girls' arched backs and curved buttocks. I found I was quickly aroused and took another deep swig of wine.
My boyfriend positioned himself towards the foot of the bed, lying with his face close to my snatch between my legs. He told me to start playing with myself, and when I was ready to direct him with my finger. I should show him what I wanted with one motion, and then he would follow with his tongue.
The affair amused me in gentle sort of way, so I obliged contentedly, giving myself over to the rhythms of the girls in the video, their impassioned moans softly emanating from the subdued television speakers. Every now and then they would remember one another from their lovemaking, and afford each other a kiss or fondle of the boobs.
My fingers had now done their prep work, so I signalled with a quiet murmur and my boyfriend went to work. I started by dipping my middle finger about half way into the top of my pussy, and then gently stroking it upwards and out towards the clitoris. My boyfriend dutifully emulated the movement with his tongue, which was hot and wet, and thickly coated with saliva. He was a bit eager at first, and plunged his tongue deeper into me than I had anticipated, but the sensation sent such a sharp shot of sudden pleasure into my midriff I gave a gentle yelp, and he soon settled down.
I repeated the motion and he followed suit, me keeping time and him picking up the desired rhythm with the alternate strokes of finger and tongue, finger and tongue. When I felt he had got it I retired my digit and placed my hands lightly into his thick brown hair, gently guiding his motions while he continued the ministrations. The girls on the video had now swapped partners and were on all fours, going at it rigorously.
After a short time I bade him halt a moment, and returned my fingers to perform a new motion. This time after the dip and slide, deeper this time and firmer up the walls of my vagina, I circled my clitoris lightly with my finger. Again he copied my movements diligently, and again he was a little top heavy with his touch; the first fall of his tongue was fat and direct, soaking my clit in a delicious embrace. I shuddered in pleasure, but he soon got the hang of it and was once more licking me skilfully, teasing his tongue in delicious, delicate little circles around my clitoris. I gripped his head again and ruffled his hair with a giggle. The wine was taking effect.
