Oral Lessons

This time he dropped his whole body, kneeling on the floor and resting his chest against the edge of the bed. He breathed warm air on her groin as his fingers continued to trace her skin along the edge of her panties. Slowly spreading his hands, his fingers curled around the side of her thighs while his thumbs applied pressure right next to her perineum.

Evan could hear her breathing change as he slowly massaged this sensitive area. He moved his thumbs up her crease and then back down to rub the soft tissue. After a minute of this slow gentle massage he felt her legs loosen and slight purring came from further up the bed.

Evan stepped it up a bit now, moving his mouth to kiss lightly on her inner thigh. Mindy realized what he was doing and quickly stiffened but then took his earlier advice and just enjoyed the moment, for it felt very good. Evan kissed down one thigh until he got near the panties again, and then rotated his face to the other thigh. As he did, his nose brushed ever so slightly against her cotton barrier.

Evan felt her shiver at his touch, but she did not tense up. He knew he had her now. The kisses went up and down the other thigh, and he brushed his nose against her panties again. The shiver was joined with a slight moan this time, and Evan smiled.

His tongue aided his kisses now, and he moved down to the tender area where his thumbs had been massaging between her pussy and anus. Her shivering was more intense now as Evan's tongue outlined the thin strip of cotton that ran beneath her. Her legs widened on their own, giving him as much access as he wanted. His tongue and lips moved back up the underside of her thigh and around to the inside again. As he moved down, preparing for another crossing of the Straight of Vagina, he saw her lips below the fabric part slightly, anticipating the brush of his nose again.

Evan teased her by moving to the other thigh without brushing against her. Her body froze for a second as it was left hanging, and then Evan brushed his nose across her five quick times, Eskimo kissing her raised clit unexpectedly. Mindy's hips rose to the kisses, but too late as his mouth was already moving up her thigh again.

This time he spent much more time down under her, rubbing his tongue up against her panties and moving them in. Snaking his tongue as best he could, Evan was able to flip up the thin hem of the underwear and lick the swell of her freshly shaved outer lips. He licked all the way to the top of her thigh and then back down.

Mindy was now shifting on the bed as her body absorbed the teasing such that her underwear was loose down below. Evan's tongue slipped under the thin fabric and massaged the sensitive spot just above her anus. The moan was more audible this time, as she pulled her body up the bed, making her panties even looser beneath her.

"Would you like me to take your panties off?" Evan asked, his hands sliding up to her hips to find the top of her waist band.

"Yes, please," she gasped. Evan obeyed.

* * *

Curt did not ask for a spare shirt, and Crystal did not offer one. They finished the dishes in five minutes and soon they were sitting back in the living room. Crystal couldn't keep her eyes off of Curt's body, and she could tell he returned the look. She desperately wanted to try and start some kind of conversation but she could only think of one thing. "Is it hot in here?"

Curt smiled. "No. I'm fine. Maybe you should take your shirt off."

Crystal smiled wryly back at him. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes I would," he answered honestly. "You have a very different body than your sister's. It's tough to think of you two being related."

"We are," Crystal smiled. "We used to tell people that we share everything except our genes."

"So you guys talk about everything, right?"

Crystal guessed that he was talking about their frequent phone calls. "Pretty much everything."

"Yeah, Mindy told me you guys had troubles like this too when you first got married. I don't suppose you got through it like this?"

Crystal laughed. "No, I guess we didn't. It took us over a year, and Evan kept trying and eventually he got us there."

"What about your problems?"

Crystal thought for a moment. "Yeah, my mind wasn't in the right spot either. You really have to be in the mood for it. I hope Evan is telling Mindy that right now. Having someone go down on you feels so strange at first that you have difficulty embracing it."

Curt shook his head. "I meant your problem with giving him oral sex. How did you over come that?"

"What problem?" Crystal was taken aback.

Curt frowned. "Mindy told me that you guys were having the same problems as us. Problems. More than one. She can't orgasm when I give her oral sex, and I can't come when she gives me head." Crystal's blank stare gave Curt his answer. "No," he rolled his eyes, "she didn't tell you that, did she? Let's only focus on my shortcomings."

Now Crystal felt even sorrier for him. Oral sex was the high point of Crystal and Evan's relationship. They gave it to each other a couple times a month in as many different places in the house that they could think of. The fact that her sister hadn't experienced that pleasure yet was one of the main reasons she had agreed to this night. It had taken her and Evan over a year to get there, and if she could shorten that wait for her sister she would. Now she found out that Curt hadn't gotten a chance to experience what Evan called, "The most mind blowing thing a guy can imagine."

"No," Crystal said the obvious, "she didn't mention that. How often have you tried?"

"Not as often as I have tried to give her an orgasm," Curt said bluntly. "She says her mouth gets tired, and she doesn't like the taste."

"The taste is something you can get used to, and it can be adjusted by what foods you have. For example, we had Evan's favorite meal today because he says I taste great afterwards. He tastes better after white meat too."

"We have a lot of steak," Curt advised.

"That'll do it," Crystal agreed. "And her jaw would only get tired if she was trying to apply pressure with her mouth. That is what she needs to use her hands for."

"What if the problem is with me?" Curt asked.

"Have you had previous girlfriends?"

"None with whom I have gotten intimate enough with to ask for a blow job," he said. "I don't have any problems getting myself off, which I always have to do when she gives up. Was it easy for you to get Evan off the first time?"

"It probably took two, maybe three tries, but I learned a few techniques online, and after trial and error, I know what works."

"Can you show me?"

Crystal tried to look shocked, but the idea had already crossed her mind.

"Come on," Curt pleaded. "My wife is up there getting the best orgasm of her life. When we leave, Evan will probably do the same for you and then you can repay him. What am I left with? Nothing. Mindy will go to bed, and I will be left in front of the computer screen jerking off to 10-second clips of people I don't know. You've been staring at my dick for the past five minutes. I know you want to see it. What's the big deal?"

A simple "please," would have been enough for Crystal to do it, but the fact that her voyeuristic glances from his amazing chest down to his stiff pants were that obvious to him turned her a light shade of red. Crystal rose from her chair to walk over to him. "You're absolutely right. We haven't been fair to you, and Mindy was thoughtless to ignore your needs only to meet her own. But before we do anything, should we tell them upstairs?"

"No," Curt replied. "There should be nothing wrong with what we can do down here. If it is okay for them, I don't know why the rules should change for us. Besides, making them think about it now will probably ruin their mood."

"Okay," Crystal agreed, kneeling down in front of him as he sat on the couch, giving him a perfect view down her tank top. "But let me ask you a few questions first. How does Mindy try to give you head?"

"With her mouth."

"No, I mean in what position?"

"With me lying on my back in bed, and her kneeling between my legs or beside me."

"So you can't see what she's doing?" she asked.

"I crane my neck at first, but after a while I just end up staring at the ceiling."

"Lesson one," Crystal said, smiling as she imagined her husband giving lessons to Mindy. "Women are stimulated the most physically and mentally. Men, however, are stimulated most physically and visually. We both like physical touch, but men read Play Boy and women read romance novels. One stimulates visually and one mentally. If Mindy wants to get you off, she needs visual aids."

"What kind of visual aids?"

"Two kinds," Crystal replied. "The first is to perform oral sex so that you can see what is going on. The two best positions are either as we are now, where you can easily look down and see what I'm doing in your lap or with you standing and her kneeling in front of you. If you are staring at the ceiling, then all you are left with is the feelings of pressure and moisture on your cock which you can get riding an inner tube behind a boat. But if you see that you are fucking her face, your body will react completely differently."

Crystal saw his reaction when she said "fucking her face" and knew that he understood. Just the idea of it was enough to get him dripping. But to actually see it and to see her eyes looking back up at him . . . Yes, that's what he was missing.

"What is the second kind?"

"This," Crystal said, pulling off her tank top in one smooth motion.

Curt's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the tiny black bra that barely held her enormous breasts. His hands reached out for them instinctively, and Crystal made no move to stop him. His strong hands fell on her exposed skin, trying in vain to fully enclose them in his fingers. He squeezed gently and rotated his hands underneath to feel their heft.

Crystal didn't stop him but explained the second visual aid, as if it wasn't already obvious. "When you see your wife sucking your cock, she becomes a very sexual creature to you. If she is fully dressed or you can't even see her body because you are lying on your back, then your mind has no reality to connect with its perception. When you see Mindy in a bikini or in lingerie you get excited and you find her sexy. When you have your head blown, you think of her the same way. You shouldn't have to imagine her in a sexy outfit, she should wear one for you, and it will make it better."

Curt was nodding his head, completely understanding what she was saying. Crystal was definitely a sexual creature in his mind. He had enjoyed looking down her top whenever the two couples got together. Now that he did not have to imagine what she looked like with her shirt off, the idea of her giving him head was that much more intoxicating.

"Now let's get down to the fun stuff," Crystal said with a smile as Curt finally released her breasts. She leaned into him and opened up his pants.

* * *

Evan spent a moment to stare at Mindy's eager sex between her legs. The outer lips, that he knew would be large from the imprint they had made on her panties, were quivering, as if they were a flower being teased by the sun.

As his wife was teaching downstairs, visual stimulation was important, and as Evan took in the visuals before him, he didn't fail to notice that his hard on was threatening to rip through his jeans. He hoped that as soon as this was over, Mindy and Curt would leave so he could fuck his wife and relieve all this tension.

Mindy started to moan slightly and Evan knew he should continue. His hands started once again at her knees and slid down her inner thighs. Her body braced for the initial touch, but he only massaged around her pussy, using his arms to lever her legs apart again and drop his head down to the prize.

His tongue snaked out gently, barely licking the narrow crease that fluttered under his touch. He avoided her clit for now, and only applied more and more pressure as he coaxed her flower open with his tongue. She responded accordingly, parting her lips to reveal the fleshy pink bud beneath.

Evan's mouth accepted the invitation, and his tongue penetrated down, the tip playing with her tight hole that slowly leaked her juices. Evan was pleased to find her as sweet, if not more, than his wife. He silently thanked Crystal for the meal they had just eaten as his tongue continued to lap up this woman's essence.

The wide tongue pushed the outer lips apart further as he licked her with the flat of his tongue like he was hungrily eating a double scoop cone. He stayed low on her sex, still avoiding her clit as he cautiously slipped in and out of her vagina, soaking up her flavor.

Lesson 3, he thought – for he wasn't going to waist his tongue to speak out loud at this point – is to wake up her body. Lessons 1 and 2 were to wake up her mind, and her moaning and her shallow breathing so far told him that was done. He had done very little to stimulate her physically at this point, and most of his touching had been teasing. Now he felt her body come alive as her hips rotated back and forth and breathing became deeper.

Randomizing his motions, he started to carry his lick up high enough to flick her clit with his tongue. He did it twice in a row, then skipped twice, then skipped three times, then did it three times in a row. Mindy's body didn't know how to react. She remained poised at the top of each lick to receive the stimulation, and then quivered when she didn't get it, only to buck her hips when it did come. Then when it came in quick succession, she found it hard to breath.

Evan enjoyed himself and began to fall into a familiar rhythm, perhaps too familiar. His hands moved to her hips, to hold her steady as he brought her body to life. Slowly his fingers crept up her side, under her sweater and then rotated up to the bottom of her ribcage. He was headed for her breasts when his palms felt the flat stomach of this woman, and his body realized it wasn't his wife.

He enjoyed (and he was pretty sure Crystal liked it too) playing with his wife's breasts while he feasted between her legs, but that might be a line he shouldn't cross yet. He thought it funny that they got to third base without considering first or second. He relented, and slowly pulled his hands back down her stomach, appreciating the muscled torso in contrast to his wife's softer stomach. He also noticed how hot her flesh felt against his cool hands.

When his relatively cool hands went back to her hips, she noticed how warm her skin was too. Her hands had been lying on the bed above her head, but now she brought them down reach under her sweater. Evan glanced up from his work to see her hands take more liberties than he thought he should as she tried in vain to cool herself off.

Evan smiled to himself as he moved on to the next phase, knowing that her body temperature was about to really climb. Lesson 4: Drive her to the edge in a rocket ship. So far everything and been gentle and smooth. He caressed and massaged. His tongue was soft and wet and moved slowly. Now that her body was awake, it was time to really light the fire.

His hands moved away from her hips and came up between her legs. His thumbs pressed against her upper outer lips as his fingers lay over the tops of her thighs. He pulled gently at first, spreading her sex and leaving her clit standing by itself in the center of her body. He pulled tighter, and the clit stood more erect, like a pink nipple quivering under the pressure.

Evan brought his mouth down, curling his tongue against his lower teeth, and then flicked the clit like one would flick a crumb off their pants with their finger.

"Ooooh!" was the reply he got, Mindy's first real use of her vocal cords. Evan did it again and again, her body flinching with each flick. He continued faster now, not able to curl his tongue with each flick, but he hit her on the up stroke and back down. Her body was practically bouncing on the bed now, "oohs" and "ahhs" coming more frequently.

The intensity of his attack was focused 100% on her clit. His tongue touched no other part of her body and with her entire focus on the center of her being, her excitement rose quickly. Evan was going at her now with a vengeance, moving his tongue up and down and side to side, not having to move his head at all. He knew from guidance from his wife in the past, that it was best to get a slight break in contact between each lick, or else they all just ran together, but Evan's lighting tongue made that break as slight as possible.

To up the ante, Evan brought the bottom of his upper teeth against the top of her engorged nub and began to flick his tongue against the bottom.

"OoohhhOoohhhOoohhhOoohhh. Yes, yes, Yes, yes, Yes. . ." Mindy's hands left her body and began to grip the comforter on the bed to hold on as she tried to ride out this storm. Evan knew with his wife, she would never be able to orgasm under this type of onslaught. It was too intense, but he liked to se her reaction each time he did it. Mindy's reaction was no less entertaining.

Her arms became extremely tense and she was having difficulty breathing as he ground her clit into his teeth with his tongue. She pounded on the bed and bucked her hips and looked like she might have the strength to throw Evan clear. He moved his mouth completely over her, sucking her soft flesh into his mouth and rubbing her clit against his gums. Her whole body stiffened now as she seemed to stop breathing altogether. Evan gave her a few more seconds and then released her completely.

"Holy shit!" she cried.

Evan chuckled as he carefully and slowly continued to lick around her clit, not wanting her to come down too far.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" she asked breathlessly, picking up the bottom of her sweater and fanning herself with it.

"My job."

"It's so hot in here," she stated the obvious.

"No one told you you had to wear a turtleneck," was all Evan had to say. Thee seconds later, the sweater was on the floor next to the bed. Evan glanced up again and appreciated the view. When giving his wife this pleasure, he could only see her soft stomach and the bottom of her large breasts. Now as he looked over Mindy's hard stomach and small yet perky breasts, he could see her looking back at her. Her nipples were practically poking holes through her barely-there bra, and her eyes stared back at him between the sex antennae.

"Are you enjoying this?" she asked between gasps as he continued his slow licking to keep her on the precipice.

"Are you?"

"Fuck, yes. Do you think I am close?"

"Just a few more minutes," Evan told her. He had moved his hands from her upper thighs now, confident that her clitoral erection would make it easy to find without help. His right hand now moved under his chin, and the knuckle of his middle finger rubbed between her swollen lips.

Mindy no longer expended the energy to hold her head up to look down at him and leaned back as her body absorbed this new stimulation. His finger moved up and down and then paused with the tip of his finger at her love canal. Lesson 5: Carry her home. His middle finger (ironically the "Fuck You" finger) slid into her well lubed hole its entire length, the suddenness of the move taking Mindy by surprise.

"You're in my . . ." but her voice got caught in her lungs as he intensified his licking and pressed his finger against her G-spot. He slid it back out and then went in with two fingers, then three. He finger fucked her for a while as he continued to lick, but after a few seconds he just parked his fingers in as deep as he could, curling them up to make a hook that put pressure on her G-spot. His remaining pinkie and thumb applied pressure where his thumbs had a moment ago and with a practiced maneuver, he spread her open again.