With one last gasp, Celeste pulled Bruce into her writhing body. Her toes curled inward as her legs gripped the backs of Bruce's thighs. She shook rapidly two or three times, then paused and shook again, her head thrown back, keening unintelligibly.
The storm passed as suddenly as it had come. Celeste laid her head on Bruce's shoulder and waited for her breathing to slow down. After a moment, she opened one eye and grinned at Amy and me, still transfixed. "And that's how that's done, honeys," she said. "Did you get some good notes, or do we have to show you again?"
"Well, I got something," Amy said. "But mostly I got this," and she rose to hand Celeste the drawing.
"Well, isn't that something," Celeste said. She held the paper out where Bruce could see it. He nodded. "Multiple talents -- a good thing in a writer," he said approvingly.
Celeste put her hands on Bruce's chest, and he disengaged himself and stepped back. She jumped down from the countertop. "OK," she said, all business again. "Let me just duck into the bathroom to clean up a bit, and then we'll proceed."
Celeste led Bruce out of the room, and Amy and I sat in silence for a few minutes. I held Amy's drawing and stared at it. It was beautiful. Down the hall a shower began to run, and we heard more giggling.
It took only about ten minutes for Celeste and Bruce to return to the kitchen. Celeste took charge right away. "For our next point, Amy, I need you to climb up and sit on the table. Bruce, would you take a seat?" Amy hoisted herself up onto the table while Bruce straddled a chair facing her.
Celeste and Bruce seemed to have discussed this earlier, because Celeste just said, "Bruce?" He nodded at her with a smile and picked up Amy's ankle and brought it to his mouth for a long kiss. Then his tongue began roaming up her calf. When he stopped to nuzzle the back of her knee, a little "Mmph" sound escaped from Celeste. I looked over and caught her staring dreamily at the two of them.
In another moment, Bruce's head was hidden under the hem of Amy's long skirt. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her face. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled uncertainly. "Pull it up for me?" she whispered. I drew the cloth up toward her waist, exposing her long, smooth thighs and Bruce, who had almost reached their junction.
Amy quickly lifted herself off the tabletop and sat back down, and in a moment she was wearing no underwear. She had thrown her weight back on her hands, out behind her, and her knees were spread far apart as if to welcome Bruce home. One of her feet was wedged under Bruce's butt and the other was thrown on another chair three feet away. I could only stare at her face -it seemed to fill the whole room with an aura of contentment, and all the man was doing was kissing her long legs. Her eyes were closed, and she breathed an occasional "Ahhhh."
Suddenly she gave a sharp intake of breath, and her face tightened. Her hands folded into fists on the table. I looked down sharply., Bruce's tongue had reached out to touch Amy's clitoris, which was protruding ever so slightly from her moistened pussy lips. I saw his tongue lash out again, and a few more times, and suddenly Amy was holding him by the back of the head and pulling him into her. Her head dropped to her chest and she began to pant alarmingly, her eyes still closed. I watched as her bare bottom, moving hypnotically, edged one of the coffee mugs along the table top until it fell to the floor with a crash.
That snapped Celeste out of her reverie. "All right, enough," she said cheerfully. "Amy. Amy?" Bruce's eyes were open now and he had stopped sucking, but Amy was holding his head so tightly he couldn't go anywhere.
Gradually she released him. With a sheepish look at me and Celeste, she patted her hair back into place, sort of, and began to climb down off the table.
"No, stay there," Celeste ordered. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, but why did you stop him? I was just about to, uh, you know..." Amy faltered.
"Oh, there'll be time for that," Celeste replied. "For now, tell me this: can you describe what Bruce was doing to you?"
"Well, you saw. He was, you know... licking my pussy," Amy admitted.
"No, I mean the feeling. How would you describe it?"
Amy remembered. "Oh yeah. Writing lesson. Well, now that I think about it, his tongue is a little bumpy, too. It was almost like a kitty licking me. And the way he worked his way up my legs so slowly, that was just heavenly."
"Hmm," Celeste said, scribbling on Amy's manuscript. "Kitty... heavenly... OK. We're getting at some stronger descriptive terms here, aren't we?" Amy nodded.
"Now can we --"
Celeste held up a finger. "Ted, will you have a seat?" she asked me.
I think Amy and I both figured out what was next at the same moment. We looked at each other, and she quickly slipped off the table and wriggled her hips. Her long skirt dropped to the floor, and she was nude from the waist down. Then she tossed her buttocks back up on the table, placed a foot on each of the two chairs, and gave me an expectant half-smile.
I sat down between Amy's legs and looked my gift-horse in the mouth, so to speak. Then I changed my mind. Maybe I was a guest of Celeste (or whoever this remarkable woman was), but that didn't mean I had to follow her every direction to the letter. I got up again. I offered Amy my hand. With a doubtful look, she took it and rose. I guided her onto her hands and knees on the tabletop, then took my assigned position again. My lips grazed the cleft of her ass, then I let my tongue flick out and lick deep between her cheeks. I heard a gasp, but it might have been Celeste.
I tried to keep caressing her inner thighs with my hands, but it was hard to keep my mind on it with these lovely upturned haunches squirming in my face. So I just took a firm hold on her legs and let my tongue do its thing, up and down her crease. Sometimes it seems to go into automatic, and I've learned to just let it go.
After a few moments of that, I sat down. Amy's pussy hovered before me, wet and inviting. I took a tentative lick or two, savoring the salty, faintly metallic effect on my tongue, and then I delved in, seeking to taste her as deeply as I could. Amy's body began to shake and I heard her moaning, "uhhh, uhhhmmm..." I was losing myself in her multiple flavors.
I don't know how long this went on, but suddenly Celeste was pulling me back by the shoulders. "That's all we need for now, kids," she said. "Let's try to get back on track here."
Amy fell to her tummy on the table and cradled her head in her arms. "Ohhh, so close," she sighed. Celeste, pen in hand, sat down at the end of the table where Amy's head lay. "Anything different there?" she asked.
"Well..." Amy mused. "His tongue is smoother, silkier. It may be longer, too -- I felt him deeper inside me than Bruce." I felt myself blushing at the compliment. "I felt almost like there was a light coming toward me in a tunnel," Amy continued. "You know? Like an orgasm was just starting to appear..." She fell silent as Celeste wrote on the manuscript.
"Well, there was something in a tunnel, but it wasn't a light," Bruce chortled. Amy shot him a wounded look. Celeste laughed. "Now now, Bruce. Nobody likes a pun war, so hold your tongue. Oops." Now everyone was laughing.
Celeste finally got up. "Look at the time," she said brightly. "Better move on to the next phase in our studies, lest we be late for lunch." Amy, still only half-dressed, looked at her pitifully. "But..." she began.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Celeste laughed. "A little too far along to stop now, are you, my dear?" Amy nodded. "Well, we started a little out of order," Celeste said. "No harm in being flexible. Bruce, would you like to help Amy out?" Bruce nodded eagerly and moved to the foot of the table as Amy, eyes bright, sat down in front of him. Bruce began his leisurely attention to Amy's calves again, but she wasn't having it. "Oh, skip that," she groaned. "Just eat me, will you?"
Bruce looked up and smiled, then nudged Amy's knees aside with his shoulders and dived into her vulva like it was a hearty entree. Amy's thighs immediately clamped themselves around Bruce's head. After a few seconds she let herself fall back slowly onto the table, where she lay with her eyes closed, letting out little cries and moans.
Celeste, facing me across the table over Amy's head, reached over and took hold of me by the back of the neck. Gently she pressed me downward until my cheek rested on Amy's sweater. I got the idea. My hand reached out and lifted the hem of her sweater toward me, until it was bunched around her chest. Under the sweater she was wearing a white shorty T-shirt, the kind that have been so popular lately. I slowly raised that too. Her apple-sized breasts were heaving as I took an experimental lick at one nipple, and she gasped and reached out to hold my face against her. "Ohhh... that's it," she breathed. "Lick me right th--"
She was cut off in mid-sentence. Without moving, I glanced to my right. Celeste had covered Amy's mouth with her own and locked her in a deep kiss. I watched, hypnotized, as the two women's tongues grappled in each other's mouth.
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