Chapter 6: Charlene Licks Her First Pussy

Once Charlene was on her back again I got up on my knees and then grabbed the headboard behind her and used it to balance me as I swung one leg over her until I was straddling her well-endowed chest. She looked at me with a bit of surprise but I just put my finger to my mouth, hushing her to keep quiet and have a little patience. I could feel her boobs under my ass as I gyrated my hips slowly to let them rub against my exposed pussy. I was wet from anticipation my pussy slid over her nipples. She smiled up at me and her hands held my ass gently, squeezing my buttocks and then releasing them.

I raised myself up on her until my crotch was a couple of inches above her face and look down at her in the eyes. She alternated looking at me and then at my pussy. This was undoubtedly the closest her face had ever been to another woman’s crotch and I could see her licking her lips subconsciously.

“Ready?” I asked her. It wasn’t necessary to say anything more, she knew exactly what I was asking her to do.

She didn’t actually answer but instead just smiled and nodded her head just enough for me to understand. She had this look of determination on her, as if she was approaching some new challenge and was about to give it her all. I slowly lowered myself down to her face, leaning over and holding onto the top of the headboard to keep myself from dropping down on her too fast. She stuck out her tongue and reached out to me as my wet pussy approached.

Unlike her, my pussy was smoothly shaven and so there was no preliminary touching of hair like I had felt with her. I felt a tingle run through me as I felt the tip of her tongue touch me for the first time and I lowered myself down more until I felt myself lightly touching her face. Her hands gripped my ass tightly and her tongue run up and down my pussy. I didn’t say a word but let her natural instincts take over. Unlike a guy, she knew what was what down there and where it felt good.

Most guys had no clue how to lick a pussy, especially the younger ones. Heck, half of them didn’t even know where my clit was let alone what to do with it. Most boys figured a girl’s inner pussy was where all the action was, a mistake I guess which was only natural considering that’s where their cock fit in. Even older guys would push their fingers up into me and play around with their fingertips, wrongfully assuming the deeper they touched me the better I liked it.

I was just as amazed at how many girls were too embarrassed to tell a guy what he was doing wrong and just let them fumble about thinking they were the greatest pussy eaters in history. It wouldn’t be so bad except sometimes I was the next girl and had to set them right without crushing their egos too badly.

From Charlene’s actions, I would’ve known she was a girl even if I had been blindfolded. Her tongue focused on my clit and she didn’t try to smash it but instead played the tip of her tongue around it, teasing it, caressing it. She would then lick my pussy slit, working her way to my pussy hole and pushing her tongue just inside of me. Guys always seemed to think they had to get in deep and so although they might try for a while with their tongue, they would always want to use their finger instead so they could reach in me deeper. Idiots! Most tongues were plenty long enough to reach into me where I was the most sensitive other than my clit. The first half inch or so of my pussy was the most erotic and sensitive part of my cunt and to feel a tongue playing it was far better than any finger!

The only good thing a finger in my pussy did was to stroke in and out of me and act like a cock was fucking me. Not that that was bad! The key is that a tongue just inside of me beat a finger deep in me every day of the week! Believe it or not, what I have found actually works best with guys is to show them how I masturbate. Not just laying back and closing my eyes and pretending he is not there just to put on a show. No, the best thing was to explain to him what I was doing, show him where I liked to touch myself, explain to him where I was sensitive and where I wasn’t quite so much.

Charlene was, as I expected, a natural pussy eater. I gasped and moaned as she would loft her head up and push her face into my crotch. I could feel her nose pressing against my clit as her mouth and tongue played with my pussy. Her hot breath felt wonderful against me as it gently passed over my clit which was about as sensitive as it could possibly be at this point.

“That’s it Charlene,” I told her, “That’s just what I want ... Almost there ... Almost there!”

Indeed I was! I could feel that odd sensation in me that I always had when an orgasm was about to strike me. It was like the calm just before a thunderstorm struck except in this case it was as if the sun was shining brightly, warming me inside as my body seemed to withdraw from reality, ready to concentrate on nothing more than the storm about to surge in me. Her tongue flicked against my clit again and the storm came crashing in. Mt back arched and my head fell back as Charlene’s tongue pressed again against my clit.