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This story is intended for persons over 18.  Sexually explicit material.
Writer welcomes comments on House Guest series.




House Guest 5: Lip Service
By Thomas Frottage



I was holed up in my room most of the week reading for my American Lit class. 
The books someone termed as classic really did nothing for me, but I had to do
the reading if I wanted to pass the class.  Nikki was still acting strangely
when she saw me at school - although she did give me a hand job in the parking
lot during lunch the other day.  Does understanding women ever get any easier? 
I've been told I'll never understand them, so I don't think I'll even try.

C.J. came over one day to help me understand what I was reading (she was taking
the class with another teacher).  I asked her about Nikki and why she was
acting strange around me.  C.J. told me Nikki mentioned to her that she was
afraid of getting into a relationship with me because she was afraid I would
just use her for sex.  I guess my somewhat exaggerated reputation of using
girls to get me off and then moving on to fresh meat had preceded me.  

After she helped me understand what I was supposed to be learning we
bullshitted for a little while about all kinds of stuff.  We talked a little
about my possible relationship with Nikki.  I was as noncommittal as possible,
trying not to send out the wrong message to whoever was getting the
information.   And, just like the last time we were alone, we made out for a
little while, this time I fingered her pussy but didn't make her cum.  She
didn't let me; just liked to tease.  

While we were making out and I was feeling her swollen pussy lips with my
finger, C.J. said that she really liked to have her lips played with especially
with a tongue.  I didn't know if that was one of her not-so-subtle hints or if
she was merely stating a fact.  But what she said next has had me thinking all
week.  She said, "Nikki really likes that too."  Why had she told me and what
exactly did she mean?

The closer it got to the weekend the more and more I thought about C.J.'s
words.  Had she told me some secret that I was supposed to know?  Or was she
simply telling me information that she assumed I already knew?  No matter what
her motive, she had said it and I was intrigued.  Through my exaggerated
conquests I was sure that C.J. and Nikki (maybe both) assumed I was an all
around good lover.  Truth be told, I had never gone down on a girl in my life. 
The one time I actually thought about doing it, the girl was so freaked out by
the idea of my mouth touching her pussy that she wouldn't let me.  I wasn't
sure if or when I'd be licking Nikki's pussy (or maybe C.J.'s if our little
make out sessions continued) but I knew I needed to get some good advice on
exactly what I was supposed to do.  The last thing I wanted to do was go down
on one of them and not know what I was doing.  How would I ever recover from
that?  I knew right away where to find all the answers I needed.

Brad was sitting in the other room lounging on the couch watching some T&A show
on USA network.  From the look on his face I could tell he was only watching
the show for the scantily clad women, I plopped down on the recliner next to
the couch and watched silently.
	
"Only thing I could find with half-naked women," he said and looked over at me.
       
	
"Works for me," I said, mustering up the courage to ask him what I needed to.

"I've got a question for you," I said after a few minutes of watching some
bikini clad brunette run along the Santa Monica sand.

"What?" Brad asked, sitting up.

"I - um - I've never - um - gone down on a girl and I'm really not sure what to
do," I said in a rushed tone.  I said it so fast I didn't think he understood
me.  God, I'm an idiot.

"You got a hot prospect?" Brad asked.

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"I'll bet C.J.'s got a great pussy," Brad said.

"I don't know," I lied.  Well, I guess I really didn't know - I had only
fingered her; I've never seen it.

"Well, I'll bet she's got a great pussy.  She looks like the type that keeps
herself very well groomed.  If you get the chance climb all over that."

"You bet.  If I ever get that opportunity.  But there's someone else I'm trying
to get on right now.  Word is she really likes her pussy licked," I explained
trying to get back on topic.  Brad talking about C.J.'s trimmed pussy was
starting to raise the flag pole.

"That hottie from the club?" 

I blushed.  I could feel the heat in my face.  "Yup," I said.

"Another fine choice," Brad said approvingly.  "Nikki, right?"

"Yup."

"You haven't talked much about her lately.  So she likes her grass mowed, huh? 
Well good.  Let's get you the basic course."

Brad and I discussed what I knew about cunnilingus, which didn't amount to very
much.  He brought out the new issue of Club Magazine, promptly flipped it open
to the beautiful blonde centerfold posing with her legs nicely spread and
expertly pointed out spots that I needed to pay close attention to while using
my tongue.  Over and over again he explained how important it was to be very
soft and gentle and cat-like while exploring the folds of a fresh pussy.  

"Gentle?" I asked, not expecting that.

"You bet."

"Those guys in porn aren't gentle.  They eat pussy like it's a basic food
group," I said, still amazed.

"It is a food group.  The only one I need sometimes.  Those guys aren't trying
to get the chick off, that's all for the camera.  You want to be the best pussy
eater in town; you've got to learn to be gentle.  There are times when rough is
good, but gentle is the way to go.  Watch two chicks go at it sometime.  They
are very delicate and sensitive to each other's soft spots.  Most women I know
say women give the best head because of that."

"That makes sense.  But what 18-year old is going to know that?"

"Teach them. Lick their pussy like I'm telling you and they'll always come
running back."

"Really?"

"I guarantee it," Brad said with a used-car salesman's smile.

We spent the next several minutes talking about technique and methods of using
the tongue for maximum stimulation.  Brad demonstrated a flicking motion with
his tongue between two upraised fingers as he told me about the "butterfly"
method.  I paid very close attention, trying to memorize exactly what his
tongue was doing to the air.  Looking down at the nude model spread across the
pages of Club made it easy to visualize what he was trying to show me.  I was
starting to feel myself becoming aroused.  My mind wondered from the nude
model, to C.J., to Nikki and back to the nude model; I was going to have to
jerk myself off after Brad had finished showing me this technique. 

"What are you two doing?" Marissa asked as she walked in from outside.

"Mike's learning how to eat pussy," Brad said, his big smile still plastered
across his face.

"Really?  How's he doing?" Marissa asked, bounding joyfully onto the couch next
to Brad looking very interested.

"He's been shown the basics," Brad said.

I saw Marissa look over at me with a conspiratorial leer, "You think he's ready
for a test?" she asked Brad, never taking her eyes off me. 

"He should be," Brad said looking over at me now.

I felt my pulse quicken and my face flush.  Was I really ready for this?

"Why don't you keep tutoring him for a few more minutes while I change
clothes," Marissa said before quickly disappearing down the hallway.

I watched as she darted away; could I do this?  It's Marissa!

Brad showed me the "butterfly" again but I paid no attention, my mind was now
clouded with thoughts of impending fear and joy all coming from the prize
between my fantasy lover's thighs.

"Come back here," Marissa shouted from the bedroom.

I followed Brad into the bedroom, my mouth dry, my hands cold and clammy, a
loud pulse beating in my ears.  Marissa sat up in the bed with her body covered
by the blue sheet.  Brad sat on the edge of the bed near her feet and I stood
dumbly in the doorway.  I wasn't sure how to proceed.  I felt the pit of my
stomach tighten; anticipation mixed with my suddenly nervous tension had me
feeling weak all over.  I looked over Marissa's covered body, flashed back to
the night she slept while I worked on the computer, and felt my cock twitch
from the memory.

"Let's see what he knows," Marissa suggested, flipping the sheet off to the
side exposing her completely naked body.  Marissa slowly rubbed two fingers
along the outer lips of her pussy, squeezing ever so gently as she moved, all
the while beckoning me with her eyes.  

Brad motioned for me to sit next to him on the bed between Marissa's parted
legs.  I had to physically command my lead filled legs to move.  I had never
felt so scared in all my life.  There was no way I was going to be able to do
this.

Brad softly kissed Marissa's fingers as they moved along the outside of her
sugarwalls.  I finally made it over to the bed and positioned myself next to
Brad between Marissa's legs.  I could see her lips begin to swell as Brad
playfully tugged at them with his teeth.

"Kiss her thigh," he told me, never taking his eyes off her exposed pussy.

I tentatively kissed the inside of Marissa's toned thigh.  Electricity zipped
through my lips as I touched her soft sweet skin for the first time.  I kissed
and licked with a little more determination as I built up my confidence.

Brad had replaced Marissa's fingers with his own and now spread her lips wide
as he gently probed his tongue in and out of her hungry love hole.  I was
intrigued by his technique.  

"Ready?" he asked, suddenly moving out from between her legs. 

Marissa's fingers quickly took over when Brad's face moved from between her
thighs.  "Lick my pussy," she demanded looking at me with eyes full of lust.

I again felt my nerves start to jolt through my body as I inched closer to her
waiting pussy.  I thought about what Brad had showed me earlier and tried to
remember exactly what he had done.  I puckered up and simply kissed around the
outside of her lips tasting her sweet nectar covered lips.  Marissa parted her
lips with her fingers as I kissed around the outside stealing a lick or two
with my darting tongue.

"Put your tongue right here," Marissa instructed indicating the spot directly
below her swollen clit.

I did as I was told slowly, wistfully flicking my tongue over the spot she
indicated.

"That's it," she said arching her back slightly as I continued to flick.

"Use a little more pressure," Brad instructed from his position.  He was
kneeling on the floor sucking and kneading Marissa's huge tits.  From his
position he could see my tongue technique.

"That's better," Marissa said when I put a little more pressure on her clit.  

I drew little circles around her clit with my tongue careful not to put too
much pressure on it.  Marissa moaned and shifted her hips as I picked up my
pace.  She used one finger and gently rubbed just above her clit as I licked
it.

"Burry your tongue inside me," she ordered.

I moved from her swollen clit to her gaping love canal waiting for my probing
tongue.  I parted her lips with one hand and poked deep inside making my tongue
as erect as possible.  I flicked in and out like a snake for a few minutes
while Marissa continued to draw little circles around her clit with her finger.

"Slow down,' she said.  "Up, that's it.  Oh!  Right there," she moaned and her
stomach twitched from pleasure.

I was now licking on a spot near the top of her vaginal wall, a rough spot that
felt kind of like corduroy.  With each flick her body seemed to tense and her
breathing became more and more rapid.

"That's it.  I like it right there," she moaned.

Marissa's body was arched off the bed her thighs tightly wrapped around my
head.  Her finger was moving real fast over her clit and my tongue was pumping
in and out of her like a little cock.  She was moaning louder and louder with
each movement.

"Faster!" she ordered.  "Faster, Michael!  Make me fucking cum!"

I felt the muscles inside her vaginal canal tighten as my tongue continued to
probe in and out.  She was soaking wet and getting wetter as my spit mixed with
her fluids.  Her hand was almost a blur as she worked her clit.

"Put your fingers inside me and suck on my clit," Marissa demanded barely able
to speak.  She was close I could tell.

Brad had taken off his clothes and was now jerking his cock over Marissa's tits
as I replaced my tongue with two fingers and rubbed the rough spot inside her. 
I sucked her ripe swollen clit into my mouth and sucked with constant pressure.

Marissa moaned, clenched her legs tighter around my head and arched her body
skyward.  A lustfilled moan filled the room just as her body went stiff and
contracted around my fingers clenching them like a vise.  I could feel her
already soaked pussy flood with even more juices as she convulsed in orgasm for
a full minute.  She was like a bucking bull, jetting her hips up and down as I
continued to suck on her clit and slowly work my fingers around her G-spot.

Marissa collapsed flat on her back after her powerful orgasm subsided.  I had
never felt so turned on in my life.  My cock was spewing pre-cum all over the
inside of my shorts and I had not even touched myself yet.  Brad was still
pulling on his dick lovingly fondling one of Marissa's huge tits.  Marissa was
still breathing heavy, sexual afterglow radiating from her.  My fingers and
lips were covered with her sweet juices and I quickly wanted to taste more.  I
licked my lips clean and bit down on my bottom lip trying not to let any of her
juices go to waste.

"You gunna cum?" Marissa asked, not opening her eyes.

I kneeled between her thighs and pulled my aching dick from the confines of my
sweat pants.  My wet fingers mixed with my pre-cum made my cock very well lubed
as I started to jerk myself over her flat stomach.

Brad moved slightly giving me a better view of Marissa's tits.  I looked
closely at her hard nipples as I jerked myself quickly - I was about to cum. 
Brad slowed his jerking and let out a loud grunt.  I could see his cock start
to pulsate and suddenly explode all over Marissa's tits.  The sight of Brad's
exploding cock, Marissa's tits receiving all his man juice was just too much
for me to take and I explode myself.

My cock reared back and exploded from my feet I think and launched a thick
stream of hot cum across Marissa's flat stomach.  I hunched forward as another
powerful rush of cum exploded onto her tight tummy.  More and more just kept
raining from my cock until her tan skin was covered with both Brad's hot love
spunk and mine.

Just as my last load of jis landed on Marissa she let out another loud moan and
dug her hips into the bed.  We all collapsed in a sweaty cumfilled heap.

After a few minutes Marissa softly kissed me on the forehead.

"Pretty good for a first timer," she said, smiling.

"You think so?"

"Sure.  Keep that up and you'll have 'em fawning at your feet."

"I've got a good teacher."

"The best," Marissa said.

"What was that last little thing?" Brad asked.

"Watching you two cum made me cum again.  That was the hottest thing I'd ever
seen.  I could do that all night."

Wow!  Marissa got off watching me cum.  I was sure I could get it up again, but
I decided to just savor the moment and let my racing heart recover.

"So that's how you eat pussy like a pro," Brad said.  

"A few more lessons like this and I'll be ready," I said.

"You might be ready now.  Maybe I'll give you the final exam alone," Marissa
said and got up from the bed.  

Alone with Marissa?  I still didn't think I was ready for that.  Maybe after a
few more lessons.

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