“Ooh, you’re doing great,” cooed Adaku. “Now flick my nipple.” I passed the pad of my thumb over her nipple, flicking it back and forth. I was amazed at how springy and rubbery it felt. I brought my fingers together and gently tweaked it. “Ooh, harder!” Adaku moaned.
I squeezed harder and watched as her eyes widened in delight. I brought up my other hand and likewise tended to her other breast and nipple. Soon I had her moaning and panting with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. We made out again, furiously. She pressed her groin to my thigh, rubbing her pussy against my leg, her need growing.
I could have kept that up forever. Well, at least until my cock exploded from the pressure, that is. But we didn’t get that far. After a while, Iheoma wanted her turn. She tapped Adaku on the shoulder.
“Step aside, Sis,” she said. “My turn.” She wrapped her arms around my waist, and the process was repeated. Soon I was squeezing her luscious boobs, pinching her hard-black nipples, and sucking her beautiful face and tongue. She buried her long blue fingernails into the flesh of my buttocks as we ground our groins together. Eventually, Iheoma pulled back.
“Whoa, I think we need a break!” she said, fanning her face with her hands. “I’m getting really hot, and that cock of yours is about to drill a hole through my tummy!” She looked at Adaku. “I think he needs to be drained again, Sis.”
Adaku looked at me. “Back on the bed, Lenny, on your back,” she said. “It’s time for your first pure handjob. These are a specialty of mine.” She positioned me near the edge of the bed, with my legs hanging off the edge. She knelt on the floor between them. “Some guys think that a handjob is inferior to a blow job,” she said. “Or to a combo blowjob/handjob.
Those guys have never experienced one of my handjobs.” She took a bottle of lube from the nightstand and poured a generous puddle of the thick, sticky liquid into her palm. She rubbed her hands together and blew on them.
“I think you are going to enjoy this,” she said. I had no doubt she was right! Even though I had already blown two loads since entering the room, all of the kissing and hugging and fondling and crotch grinding had served to generate another backload of sperm in my balls. Adaku cupped my nut sack from below in her left hand, and gently rolled my balls back and forth. Involuntarily, my back arched slightly.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked rhetorically, as my scrotum slipped and slid in her slick, oily palm. Meanwhile, her right hand slowly and erotically wrapped itself around the straining, bright red shaft of my cock. She squeezed with just the right amount of pressure; not too much, and not too little.
She squeezed and at the same time slowly jacked up and down the length, from the root buried in my pubic hair, up to just below the glowing purple head. She jacked up and down, up and down, all the while jiggling my balls with the skill of a juggler.
“I love your cock, Lenny,” she said. “I love the way it feels in my hand; the warmth, the firmness, the tightness of the skin. What a great cock!” Each time she said “cock,” I felt myself get a little harder, a little longer. That was her plan, of course. She knew the power of the voice. Then she lifted her hand higher on my cock and grasped the swollen head as if it were a doorknob. She twisted and spun on the doorknob, stimulating the ultra-sensitive rim of my cock head with her lubed-up palm. This made me arch my back even further.
As soon as my buttocks left the bed, she slid her left hand back further, to behind where my scrotum joined my body, just below my butt hole. She poked the tip of her middle finger, just to the first knuckle, into my virginal, puckered anus, and crooked it slightly forward. I thought I would explode! The combination of her slick, twisting, doorknob motion on my cock head, and her probing, beckoning finger in my ass, kicked me over the edge.
I screamed out with pleasure, and launched a thick rope of sperm several feet in the air!
Adaku watched the tower climb, and fall back onto my stomach. She greedily lapped it up. She looked pleased with herself. “I told you they were my specialty,” she said smugly. I believed her.
“Is he ready for his next lesson, Sis?” asked Iheoma.
Adaku fondled my now only semi-erect cock. “Yes, I think he’s drained enough that his brain will have some blood in it,” she said jokingly. “What should we teach him next?”
“What every boy needs to know,” said Iheoma. “How to eat pussy!” She looked at me. “Andy, when we are done teaching you how to eat pussy, you will be a master. And then, you will never have to go wanting for sex again.”
Adaku nodded in solemn agreement. “First, we’ll show you how it’s done, and then you’ll try your hand. Or, your tongue, I mean!”
Adaku took my place on the bed, on her back, with her legs dangling. Iheoma knelt between them. She placed her hands on Adaku’s knees and pressed them gently apart. I stood behind her, watching intently.
“Observe, youngster,” Iheoma lectured. “You always start slow and sensuous; that’s how women like it.” She bent her head down, not to Adaku’s moist, beckoning pussy, but to her creamy thighs. Iheoma slowly licked Adaku’s left knee, swirling her tongue in tiny circles around the knee cap before beginning the journey up the long, sleek, smooth skin of her thigh. She flicked her tongue back and forth in tiny, dancing moves.
Adaku moaned softly, and tiny bumps sprang out on her skin. Iheoma continued her journey northward, slowly approaching Adaku’s pussy, which by this time has parted slightly and begun to glisten with a moist dew. Slowly, she approached the promised land. But, when she had come to within inches of the moist, luscious, velvety lips of Adaku’s snatch, she abruptly moved her head back down to Adaku’s other knee and began the journey all over again. Adaku, rather than complain, moaned even louder. Iheoma continued to flick and swirl her tongue and to slowly climb the length of the creamy thigh.
Adaku’s pussy was open and glistening, the folds of her lips unfurled, and her pink nub of a clit poking out of its lair. Iheoma traversed each of her thighs several times, making sure that Adaku was completely worked up. Finally, agonizingly, she stopped and hovered her mouth above her wide-open love tunnel. She blew a soft stream of air gently onto the open pair of lips, causing Adaku to wriggle and squirm with delight.
Iheoma looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes silently telling me to “watch this!” I stared intently. Iheoma’s tongue slowly approached the very bottom of Adaku’s crack, and, flicking rapidly and tenderly back and forth, began to apply stimulation to that lower end of her pussy. Adaku groaned.
Continuing her sideways flicking, Iheoma gradually moved her tongue higher and higher up Adaku’s lips, her sideways motion increasing as she neared the wider, middle portion of the moist, distended pussy. I could smell the heady musky fragrance of the love juices wafting up to my nostrils. Slowly, lovingly, Iheoma’s tongue approached the top of Adaku’s pussy, getting ever closer to the sensitive clit, which was pointing straight up, wanting its due. But she didn’t reach it.
When she was close to the clit, she suddenly dropped back down to the bottom again, and once again began the slow, torturous climb toward the top. Like the famous spider that keeps getting washed down the drain spout, she kept approaching the top and then starting over from the bottom. Adaku, of course, was going crazy.
“Do me, Sis, do me!” Adaku was screaming. She had enough of the teasing. “Lick it, oh baby, lick it!” Iheoma finally gave in, and lightly flicked her tongue across Adaku’s clit. Adaku screamed in ecstasy! I hoped that the neighbors were gone for the weekend, too. Iheoma flicked across the clit again and again, over and over. Adaku screamed and thrashed, flinging her head back and forth on the sheets. Finally, she clamped her thighs on Iheoma’s head, and let out a long, loud wail of pure pleasure. Her fingers, with her manicured pink nails, clutched the sheets, nearly tearing them from the bed.
Iheoma waited for Adaku to relax and then extricated her head from our sister’s grasping thighs. She looked at me. “Any questions, youngster?” she joked.
I pushed my jaw back up to my face. I had never seen anything like this before, not even on the internet. “That, that… that was incredible! Do you really think I can learn to do that?”
“Well, I certainly hope so! I want TWO lovers as good as I am to be licking my hot pussy,” she said. “Are you ready to give it a shot?”
Adaku sat up on the bed, breathing hard. “Go for it, little bro. You do Sis, and I’ll coach you from the sidelines in case you need any pointers.”
Iheoma took Adaku’s place on the bed, her bouncy butt near the edge, and her long, slender legs hanging off. I knelt between them. I admired the smooth, creamy skin, the finely toned muscles of her calves, and her beautiful, elegant feet with the bright blue toenails.
I could have died happy just kneeling there, stroking her marvelous legs and staring at her gorgeous pussy.
Adaku urged me on and broke me out of my reverie. “Go ahead, Lenny,” she said. “It isn’t going to lick itself! Sis is waiting.”
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