Moist Pussy

“We’ll get to that, but first you must learn the most important rule
about the Club. We always try to give more than we receive.” She sat back
between my legs and rubbed my thighs gently, not heading for my pussy, just
exploring in a very slow, and loving way. Cheryl knelt above my head, her
pussy sitting invitingly close. She then moved her knees to my shoulders and
put enough pillows under my shoulders and head to give me perfect access to her
damp pussy.
I tried to remember what Cheryl had done to me, and hoped that my
eagerness, would make up for me inexperience. I explored her lips and found
her clit, hiding away. I lapped like Becky had done, tasting Cheryl’s juices.
“No, no, Anne. Just do what you feel like. We all do it different ways
and that is what makes us each special when we give pleasure. Try again.”
Cheryl’s tone didn’t seem to displeased, but I took her advice and just did
what seemed best. I sucked on her clit, I nuzzled her hair and lips, and I
dove deeply into her with my tongue.
After a while, I realized that the sounds I was hearing were from Becky
and Cheryl necking above me. I didn’t mind, as they both seemed able to pay a
little attention to my breasts. Just enough to keep them tingling and my pussy
moist.