My training begins

I nod. I can barely think straight. There’s a reason this is apparently the greatest thing that ever happens to a woman when it’s done right—it sounds hard. It’s certainly making me hard. Alyssa has been a wet dream for me for years and here she is, squirming around naked on my bed, arranging herself with her legs spread wide and her knees hanging off the edge. I grab a pillow and drop it on the floor between her calves, then stop to look at her. I’m trying to remember what she’s told me while part of me just wants to dive right in to her open pussy.

What saves me is that I really want to kiss Alyssa. After a long moment gazing at her while she looks at me expectantly, I get down on my knees before her, lean forward, and brush my lips over hers. Her mouth parts. She’s kissing me back! I spend a while slowly exploring her lips with mine, then tentatively brush them with my tongue. Her tongue comes out to stroke mine, and I begin kissing her with more confidence.

As we kiss, I reach up to stroke her face, letting my fingers play over her shell-like ears and trace the contours of her cheeks and jaw. “Mmmm,” Alyssa purrs approvingly into my mouth. I caress her neck and the ridges of her collarbone, first lightly and then more firmly, before cupping her shoulders in my palms. I trail my fingers down her strong, slender arms and briefly clasp her hands in mine; she twines our fingers together.

I try to tune myself in to Alyssa’s body as I kiss her cheek and then begin kissing and licking my way down her jawline, breathing in the scent of her clean skin. She gasps lightly as I reach the spot just under her ear; I spend a few extra moments there, sucking her soft skin into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. Her moan tells me I’m doing something right. I kiss the edges and ridges of her ear, drawing another moan from her, then down her neck. I follow her collarbone out to her shoulder, then across and under her chin to the other side; when I start nibbling a bit as I go, she gasps and strokes my hair distractedly. I trail kisses up this side of her neck to her ear, nipping her earlobe when I suck it into my mouth. “Oooooh, Andrew,” she coos, “keep going . . .”

My confidence is growing, so I let my hands play. I stroke up and down her sides, then run a hand over her flat stomach, feeling her abs move under my gentle pressure. I trace the edges of her small tits, enjoying the firmness of her little mounds and the delicacy of her subtle curves. I tease her small areolae, and they tighten up as her rosy nipples rise; I caress her peaks, surprisingly large for such small breasts, and Alyssa moans my name.

Her nipples grow harder yet as I breathe on them, and I can’t resist the temptation: I bend down and take one in my mouth. WHAP!—Alyssa hits me with a pillow. “Slow!” she gasps. “Doing well—don’t rush!” Lesson learned. I back off, sliding forward a little to kiss the top of her breast. As I kiss and lick my way around the outside of her sweet hill, my hands explore her torso and cup her ass cheeks. I squeeze her ass gently as I suck on the undersides of her tits, then trace my fingers around her hips to follow the delicate curves where her thighs meet her groin. I cross my hands over, teasing the edges of her pussy mound, so that my right hand is on the inside of her right thigh and my left on her left, then start running my hands up and down. At the same time, I move to flick one of her sunset-hued nipples with the tip of my tongue. “That—that’s it,” she whispers, “just like that.”

I squeeze her thighs lightly, brushing my fingers along her smoothly-shaved slit, then suck her nipple hard into my mouth. Alyssa bucks her hips violently and cries out, “Ohh, fuck yeah, Andrew, that’s good! Suck my tits!” Her body shakes under me as I suckle first one nipple, then the other, swirling my tongue around them and teasing their tips. With her tight little ass drawing so much male attention, I wonder if guys tend to ignore her small tits. It’s a lesson to file away: if a girl has some spectacular asset that everyone pays attention to, she still wants to have the rest of her body celebrated.

Alyssa may have small breasts, but her large nipples are a delight to lick and suck, especially since she writhes and moans under me like they’re wired directly to her pussy. I indulge myself there for a while, then move downward. As I kiss my way down her toned abdomen, I spend a moment swirling my tongue in her belly button, earning me a giggle. It takes all my self-control to go around her pussy, but I do. I continue caressing and massaging her inner thighs as I kiss and lick first one, then the other. She squirms and bucks her hips as I move between them, but she only gets close enough to feel my hot breath on her clit. I can smell her arousal—it’s intoxicating.

I know I can’t wait much longer, but Alyssa decides I can’t wait any longer at all; she grabs my head and jams it into her sex. I pull back, and she moans, “No . . . no . . . please . . .”

I open her slit with a long lick, stern to stem, then spread her flower wide with my fingers. I bury my nose in her twat, tracing its center line and breathing in her scent. I can smell soap, but also a tart-spicy fragrance that’s clearly all Alyssa. I gaze in wonder at her pussy, flushed a deep pinkish-red with arousal, taking in her large inner lips, the way they flow down the length of her twat, and her small pearly clit, just emerging from its hood. In something approaching awe, I breathe, “Your pussy is beautiful.”

She says nothing, just moans softly, so I meet her lips with mine. I suck one of her inner lips into my mouth, moving from bottom to top and tracing its edge with my tongue as I go, then do the same with the other one. It hits me, then: this is a woman I had thought unattainable, and now, I’m eating her pussy—and all I had to do was tell her I would. I thrust my tongue as far into her cunt as I can while I use a couple fingers to trace circles around her clit. As I wiggle my tongue inside her, I think I find her G-spot and lick at it as best I can. Alyssa rubs her snatch into my face and cries out, “Fuck yeah, Andrew! Stick that fucking tongue in me! Eat that fucking cunt!” I look up and am just able to see her fingers pulling and twisting her big nipples as she bucks and writhes under my ministrations.

I trade places in Alyssa’s twat, taking her clit in my mouth and slipping a finger into her fuckhole to tease her G-spot. I suckle her clit gently and roll my tongue around it, moving my tongue gently in and out and around to stimulate her erect lovebud. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!” she cries. I’m able to add a second finger, she’s so wet. “Fuck yeah!” she moans. “Fuck that cunt—suck my fucking clit. Harder!” She grabs my head with both hands, pushes me hard into her snatch, and clamps her legs hard over my ears.

Pinned between Alyssa’s powerful, athletic legs with my face driven into her mound, I do the only thing I can do: suck her clit. Breathing through my nose is now difficult, and of course my mouth is busy, so I go for broke to finish her off as quickly as I can. Anything I’ve ever read about, I do. I suckle her clit like a nipple and lash it with my tongue. I try tracing out the alphabet on it, which turns out to be a lot harder than it sounds. I even try something recommended in an old issue of Penthouse that a friend’s dad had stashed—I hum “The Star-Spangled Banner” as I lick and suckle her pearl. Supposedly, the range of vibrations creates a range of highly-arousing sensations. It actually seems to work (especially the low notes), as she’s yelling loudly and bucking her hips into my face.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Oooooh, fuck, Andrew. Eat that fucking pussy. Suck that fucking clit. Don’t you fucking stop. I’m almost there. I’m so fucking close. Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop—ohhhh, fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck!”

I’m a little conflicted here. Alyssa said to go slowly and make it last, but she also said when a woman starts talking from her pussy, do whatever she says. I try maybe splitting the difference, backing off and slowing down a little, using lighter pressure. She thrusts herself into my face and whimpers loudly, “No no no no no why, don’t stop Andrew, please don’t stop, eat my pussy, what are you doing? Please let me cum—I want to cum—I need to cum! Eat my fucking pussy like it was made to be eaten! Make me cum! I’ll do anything please don’t stop!” Apparently she wasn’t kidding, I think.

I speed back up and go back to work harder, and soon Alyssa is screaming wordlessly. It’s a good thing I’m at the end of the hall on the top floor when nobody else has moved in yet, or I’d have to worry about the RA (or RD!) breaking down the door. I hum lower and lower and tongue her clit as fast as I possibly can. She’s writhing and heaving beneath me, my head in a vise grip between her steel thighs. I feel her trembling body seize, then heave, then start bucking so hard I’m afraid the bed will break. “OhFUCKhereitCUMS!” she yells, then lets out a scream of passion and release that echoes through the room, and probably down the hall. I just keep licking and sucking for all I’m worth until I feel her body stop thrashing and relax. When she finally lets go of my head, I stop and sit back on my heels.

Once Alyssa’s breathing slows enough that she can talk normally, she sits up and scoots herself back against the wall. She folds up her legs, looks at me, and asks in disbelief, “That was your first time?”

“Umm, yes?” Am I in trouble?

“That was in-fucking-credible,” she responds fervently. “I cannot fucking remember the last time I came that hard.”

“That’s good, right?” I ask. Dumb question, I know, but my brain’s overloaded.

“Give me two weeks of that and I’ll be the happiest woman on campus. I won’t need to sell anybody anything—I’ll be a walking referral—walking about six inches off the ground. Your jaw is going to really hurt for a while, but you’re already damn fucking good at your job. Once you build up the endurance, you’re going to have women seeing stars.

“Now, let’s work on that price list—and by the way, forget $20; you’re worth a fuckload more than that—and make up some business cards for you. I think we should keep them simple.” She grabs a scrap of paper and writes,

Andrew Cunnilinguist

By Referral Only

“On the back, we put a line for a client ID number. This way, any client can write her number on the card before she gives it to anyone. When a new girl comes to you, you’ll know who gets the referral credit.”

That sounds good, but one thing seems to be missing. “Shouldn’t we put contact information on the card?”

“No,” Alyssa says decisively. “That gets communicated separately for the sake of confidentiality—and deniability, if need be. Also, we should get you a Google Voice number and give that out so you can keep your, ah, professional contacts separate from everything else.”

She carries on, intelligently working out details that would never have occurred to me. As I listen to her and we plan this out together, part of my brain is marveling at the whole situation. I would never have believed that just by offering to go down on a girl, I’d get to. If I’d known about this years ago, high school would have been a lot more fun. I’m about to be very popular with a lot of beautiful women. The future is looking bright.