Second Lesson {2/4}afterandalasiaMay 2 2012, 18:14:49 UTC
“Yes,” Jasmine finally gasped, realising she would receive nothing more if she did not reply.
“Well, then. Lesson number two.”
She bent her head, and slowly drew her tongue up the centre of Jasmine’s warmth, hand tightening on the girl’s hip to hold her in place. A pause, allowing the sensation to be fully transmitted, and then she began to trace with her tongue the form of Jasmine’s skin, each slick wet fold. She moved down to the waiting entrance, needing no effort to hold apart the thighs bared for her, pressing deep with her tongue to gain entrance, then lifting her mouth again to suck lightly at the clitoris bared to her.
Vanessa laughed, low and soft, and Jasmine could barely even think as the vibrations moved through her. Slowly at first, tongue flat and giving, Vanessa traced shapes back and forth across her clit, movements growing faster as Jasmine’s breath grew more and more ragged. With one hand, Jasmine clawed at her thigh, and Vanessa took hold of it to guide it deeper.
“Use your fingers on yourself,” she said, and without a thought Jasmine obeyed, sliding a finger straight into the tight heat of her vagina, withdrawing it shining with her own juices only to slip it in again. “Yes, yes…” Lips locked onto her skin, sucking lightly at her clitoris, making her back arch before Vanessa drew away again. “Another finger. Harder. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
A second finger joined the first, hesitantly at first then plunging inwards, and Vanessa drew back for a moment to watch, to see Jasmine breathing hard and burying her fingers in herself, legs spread wide and shamelessly. She tightened her grip on Jasmine’s hips, seeing the skin blanch beneath the fierceness of her hold, but before the pain could register her mouth was working again, the tip of her tongue playing with Jasmine’s clit, coaxing forth little gasps and ragged breaths, feeling the movement of her fingers becoming more and more like thrusts and matching the pace with her tongue until Jasmine cried out, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched and tightened, hips juddering in Vanessa’s grasp.
A momentary pause, then a light lick at over-sensitive skin, just to see her wriggle. Vanessa slid up Jasmine’s body until they were face-to-face once again, and kissed her hard, sliding her tongue into the girl’s mouth and receiving a willing, pleading response. Her lips tasted sweet and salty, and Jasmine realised with a quiver that it was her that she could taste, herself on another woman’s lips, and she would have pressed her thighs together were it not for the fact that Vanessa was kneeling between them.
“Now,” said Vanessa, one hand on each side of Jasmine’s face and holding them just inches apart, close enough for hot breath and sweet filthy whispers to cross. “Do you want to show me what you’ve learnt? You’ve been such a good little student, after all.”
It was impossible to speak, when from under hooded eyes Jasmine could see the shining, swollen pink of Vanessa’s lips, the flush bright against her cheeks, the lust in her violet eyes. She nodded, and was rewarded with lips curling upwards into a smile, and then Vanessa drew away, turned, leant back on the couch and tossed her head in a flurry of raven hair that flowed over the arm. Her body was white and shining like a pearl in the soft late afternoon glow that came in through the window and illuminated them in a shaft of light, long lean lines all elegantly sprawled as Jasmine turned, on her hands and knees, eyes tracing down the body in front of her.
Vanessa’s breasts were slightly the fuller, her waist not quite so small or with the light muscular lines that Jasmine had, but softer and less burnished by the sun. One foot was lifted, tucked onto the back of the couch, spreading her legs further, and Jasmine made a little whimpering sound. She had never looked closely at a woman’s sex, not even her own, and now as she lowered herself onto her elbows and tucked her hands beneath Vanessa’s thighs to draw closer, The dark curls formed a neat triangle, parted in the middle to reveal slick pink wetness, folds of skin sparkling and musky with a scent that forced jolts of desire straight down Jasmine’s spine.
“Well, then. Lesson number two.”
She bent her head, and slowly drew her tongue up the centre of Jasmine’s warmth, hand tightening on the girl’s hip to hold her in place. A pause, allowing the sensation to be fully transmitted, and then she began to trace with her tongue the form of Jasmine’s skin, each slick wet fold. She moved down to the waiting entrance, needing no effort to hold apart the thighs bared for her, pressing deep with her tongue to gain entrance, then lifting her mouth again to suck lightly at the clitoris bared to her.
Vanessa laughed, low and soft, and Jasmine could barely even think as the vibrations moved through her. Slowly at first, tongue flat and giving, Vanessa traced shapes back and forth across her clit, movements growing faster as Jasmine’s breath grew more and more ragged. With one hand, Jasmine clawed at her thigh, and Vanessa took hold of it to guide it deeper.
“Use your fingers on yourself,” she said, and without a thought Jasmine obeyed, sliding a finger straight into the tight heat of her vagina, withdrawing it shining with her own juices only to slip it in again. “Yes, yes…” Lips locked onto her skin, sucking lightly at her clitoris, making her back arch before Vanessa drew away again. “Another finger. Harder. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
A second finger joined the first, hesitantly at first then plunging inwards, and Vanessa drew back for a moment to watch, to see Jasmine breathing hard and burying her fingers in herself, legs spread wide and shamelessly. She tightened her grip on Jasmine’s hips, seeing the skin blanch beneath the fierceness of her hold, but before the pain could register her mouth was working again, the tip of her tongue playing with Jasmine’s clit, coaxing forth little gasps and ragged breaths, feeling the movement of her fingers becoming more and more like thrusts and matching the pace with her tongue until Jasmine cried out, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched and tightened, hips juddering in Vanessa’s grasp.
A momentary pause, then a light lick at over-sensitive skin, just to see her wriggle. Vanessa slid up Jasmine’s body until they were face-to-face once again, and kissed her hard, sliding her tongue into the girl’s mouth and receiving a willing, pleading response. Her lips tasted sweet and salty, and Jasmine realised with a quiver that it was her that she could taste, herself on another woman’s lips, and she would have pressed her thighs together were it not for the fact that Vanessa was kneeling between them.
“Now,” said Vanessa, one hand on each side of Jasmine’s face and holding them just inches apart, close enough for hot breath and sweet filthy whispers to cross. “Do you want to show me what you’ve learnt? You’ve been such a good little student, after all.”
It was impossible to speak, when from under hooded eyes Jasmine could see the shining, swollen pink of Vanessa’s lips, the flush bright against her cheeks, the lust in her violet eyes. She nodded, and was rewarded with lips curling upwards into a smile, and then Vanessa drew away, turned, leant back on the couch and tossed her head in a flurry of raven hair that flowed over the arm. Her body was white and shining like a pearl in the soft late afternoon glow that came in through the window and illuminated them in a shaft of light, long lean lines all elegantly sprawled as Jasmine turned, on her hands and knees, eyes tracing down the body in front of her.
Vanessa’s breasts were slightly the fuller, her waist not quite so small or with the light muscular lines that Jasmine had, but softer and less burnished by the sun. One foot was lifted, tucked onto the back of the couch, spreading her legs further, and Jasmine made a little whimpering sound. She had never looked closely at a woman’s sex, not even her own, and now as she lowered herself onto her elbows and tucked her hands beneath Vanessa’s thighs to draw closer, The dark curls formed a neat triangle, parted in the middle to reveal slick pink wetness, folds of skin sparkling and musky with a scent that forced jolts of desire straight down Jasmine’s spine.
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