Message-ID: <21926asstr$945789000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: tfrottage@aol.com (TFrottage) Subject: {ASSM} House Guest 5 {T. Frottage} (M/F m, oral, mast) X-Original-Message-ID: <19991221032414.19671.00000345@ng-fh1.aol.com> Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 10:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Lambchop 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. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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