So, I gently began to explore her pussy with my fingers. At that stage of life, I thought that using my fingers on a lady mostly involved inserting them, like a smaller dick. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me down, to where I could see her pussy, and then with her own fingers, she began to stroke the little bump at the front edge of her pussy. This is my clit, she told me, it's the really sensitive part, just like the underside of your dick, play with it,. gently; rub around the sides of it, I guarantee I'll like it. So, guided by her, I began to learn my way around a clit. It didn't take her too long to start breathing really hard arching her back and saying over and over, oh yes, right there, oh yes, right there. Watching her pussy as my fingers explored, I could see that her clit was becoming noticeably easier to see, and even learned how to push the little hood back so that I could more directly get to it. But, if I focused too much on just rubbing one place, she would tell me, keep moving, don't stay on exactly the same place. A couple of times she had little rolling spasms, as if she was having a set of hic ups, but as she appeared to like it, I was smart enough to keep with the program. As she relaxed from a particularly big 'hic up',she said, now, put two fingers in, really deep, pretend you are rubbing the back of my belly button, and don't be gentle. Ever the willing student, I did as I was told, and within seconds she was off in a different world, breathing hard, face contorted, hands clutching the sheets, back arched, crying don't stop, don't stop. This went on for a minute or two, when she relaxed, and pushed my hand away from her. After a couple of minutes to collect hersellf, she told me that the clitty was her outside button, and the other was her inside button, only to be rubbed when she was very well 'warmed up'. Back in those days, they didn't have a word for g spot, but she had just shown me the way to finding it. The other thing I noticed, was that her pussy was even wetter, and that my hand was soaked. I began to get the impression that any thing I did that she liked made her wetter. When I asked, she said "oh yeah, that's one of the cues that I'm having a good time.
By this time my 19 year old cock had recovered and was hard again, perhaps not the rock hard that it had been 90 minutes and 3 orgasms ago, but it was definitely interested in releasing some more tension. I was lying by her side, and was rubbing it against her hip, while my hand stroked her belly, her titties, and reached down toward her pussy again. She told me, not so fast, I need some recovery time. I want to watch you make yourself cum. Slightly taken aback, I asked her, you want to watch me jack off, why?
My next lesson in how to please adult ladies was about to begin.
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