Chapter 7

At that moment Beverly was the star attraction in the middle of a mattress on the top floor of a Waikiki hotel.

"Oh my god!" she moaned in ecstasy, writhing about while Jennifer continued to lick her vagina. The blonde had been licking her for over an hour— not stopping for so much as a thirty-second break. Beverly was beginning to think that she couldn't take much more. Not only were her thighs sore from having been spread apart for such a long time, but she seriously worried about losing consciousness after having had an endless series of orgasms. Her heart was literally pounding in her chest from all of the exertion.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jennifer lifted her cum-smeared face from between the widespread thighs and asked, "Have you ever tasted yourself, Bev?"

It had been so long since she had heard another person's voice in the room that it took her by surprise. When she realized that she had been spoken to, she answered, "No. I haven't."

"Here, let me give you a sample." Jennifer lifted her body and brought herself face-to-face with the pretty, albeit, exhausted brunette.

"Hi!" Jennifer said in a cute voice.

"Hi!" replied Beverly naively, grateful that the countless orgasms were subsiding.

Jennifer moved her body from side-to-side and said, "I love the feel of your titties as they're pressed against mine."

"Mmm! Yes. It feels very nice."

"Nicer than a man's?"

"Somewhat." replied Beverly. "Although I kind of like the feel of a man's chest hair. It tickles my nipples when he's atop me."

"We don't need chest hair to do that," Jennifer said with a soft tone of voice. "I can tickle your titties for you." She reached up and began to lightly stroke the underside of each breast.

Beverly laughed as she felt the fingers caressing her breast flesh. "Oh Jennifer! Stop that. Stop that I say. It tickles."

"That's what I told you."

"Tee hee hee hee."

Jennifer continued to play with the breasts for a few moments before getting up on the brunette's body and squatting down. Her buttocks rested upon Beverly's breasts, squashing them. "Now, it's your turn to do me."

A worried look crossed Beverly's pretty face and a frown appeared on her lips. "I've never done this before."

"Don't worry. Take your time. Go slow. And pretend that you're having the most delicious meal in the world."

Beverly rested her arms atop the blonde's thighs and looked up at her. "I have to confess that I've changed my mind about the vagina. I now admit that it is a lovely piece of anatomy."

"And so functional too," added Jennifer. "Not only is it perfect for popping babies out, but also for allowing penises in."

"Tee hee!" Beverly giggled. "And what about tongues?"

"I don't know," the blonde said with a teasing and loving smile. "Why don't you try to see if yours fits?"

The brunette beauty stared at the one-eyed monster situated only a few scant inches in front of her face. It seemed to be calling her, beckoning her, and coaxing her onward. It looked friendly and affectionate. She figured that she couldn't go wrong if she only gave a tentative lick.

She closed her eyes and began to bring her face forward.

Jennifer looked down at her and said, "No, no, no, Beverly. You must keep your eyes open at all times during this introduction to cunnilingus."

"Why?"

"Because you must memorize the shape and contour of my pussy—as you must all the pussies that you will encounter in your life."

"What makes you think that I'll encounter others besides yours?"

"Because they're like Lay's Potato Chips: nobody can eat just one."

Beverly giggled. This time when she brought her face forward she kept her eyes open. She saw the female gash grow larger and larger as her eyes came closer and closer to their objective. The pussy was like a tractor beam. It was pulling her inward of its own hypnotic power. She couldn't stop no matter what!

At long last her pretty lips brushed the blonde pubic hair.

"Ahhh! That a way, Beverly. Good girl. Now inhale and smell my fragrance. I want you to always remember me."

The brunette breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of another woman's private parts. "Oh my! You smell so good."

"That's because my vagina is frothing with secretions just for you," she said proudly. "Now, stick out your tongue and taste me."

"Oh dear," said the shapely brunette with a worried expression on her face. "I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Sure you are. Just stick out that little pink tongue of yours and lap away. Pretend that it's a hot summer day and that my pussy is a scoop of strawberry ice cream—and it's all for you. You'll be amazed at how quickly you get the hang of things."

Beverly looked at the gash and noticed the clitoris wiggling back and forth. "Not only is it a scoop of ice cream, but there's a cherry on top."

Jennifer laughed and spread her thighs that much wider. "Come on, now. It's time for your first lesson in tongue-dipping."

The shy brunette delved right in, taking a huge dip. "Oh wow! This doesn't taste bad at all. Not at all." Soon she was lapping away like a Palm Beach housewife. She was going after that cunt juice like a Brooklyn hooker going after cock.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Jennifer as she felt Beverly enter her again and again.

"Am I doing it right?" asked the pretty brunette.

"Honey, anyone who can make me groan like that is most definitely doing it right. Oh! Oh! Oh!"