Learn The Anatomy

"You may think you know pussy," Maria said as she leaned back, legs spread. "You may think that because you've had your pussy eaten out, that you know what a woman likes. But you don't know anything. Not yet. So we're going to start with an anatomy lesson."

Lois sat back, watching intently. Maria ran one finger down her slit.

"This is my labia. My inner lips are stretchy and extend past the outer lips. They're a little darker but still pretty and pink, don't you agree? No roast beef folds here."

The reporter nodded, watching as Maria played with the folding, punching and pulling them gently, giving her little flashes of the bright pink deep within. "You need to be nice to the labia...lick them, explore them, even nibble...gently!...and when you feel my pussy start to juice, you spread them wide..."

Maria demonstrated with her left hand, parting the curtains with two fingers, showcasing the bright pink interior. The young woman's smell hit Lois, raw and warm, the locker room smell of damp panties, sweat and musk. With her free hand, Maria pointed out vital points to the reporter, whose eyes were wide, attention rapt on the dyke display, memorizing everything.

"This is my clit." The young woman pointed toward a little nub of flesh, buried inside the folds near the top of the pussy, where it merged seamlessly into her mons venus. "She's very sensitive. She likes to be licked and kissed, but nothing too hard! Keep the teeth away from her. And down here.."

The finger floated down to indicate a slight depression, a little puffy pink hole. "This is my urethra. If you're doing very good, and I get very excited, this is where I squirt from...but this is strictly a one-way hole! No trying to stick any fingers up there." The finger went south, past the deeper, wider depression that was the young woman's vagina, to rest on the very southernmost point of her slit.

"This area down here is my taint," Maria ran her finger along the smooth, pale, sensitive flesh between her pussy and her asshole. "Sometimes I like a tongue down there...for a bit of a different feeling. But it's not sanitary to go from pink to stink and back again." The young woman's eye twinkled. "Although I've been known to make some exceptions in the heat of the moment. But this..."

Lois watched as the finger drifted northwards again, to just touch and run around the rim of that hole—the true entrance to her cunt.

"...this is what all the boys and girls want. But it's not just about sticking your tongue or fingers in there. She's like an instrument that you need to learn how to play. You need to run your tongue around the edges...that's where all the nerves are...don't focus on going deep, focus on feeling how I respond, and when you feel me moving to meet you, or quivering, you do more of that...alternate between north and south, make love to all of my pussy..."

"I want to practice," the reporter said. Her tongue felt huge in her mouth, and she had to swallow to keep from drooling.

"Okay." Maria took her fingers away, moving her hands, letting the labia fall back into place. "Show me what you've learned."