Twyla Twacht - Lesbo Lessons

"The director, hearing the star's moans, began to get worried. 'You sick baby?'

" 'Yeah, no… I'll be all right,' X said as Jennifer's hot tongue whizzed in and out of her vagina.

" 'You sure you can do the scene?' the director asked anxiously. There was a lot riding on the film for him.

" 'Oh yes… oh yes, AI,' X said as she began to have a series of never-ending orgasms. 'I'll do the best scene you ever saw. Just give me five minutes to pull myself together. I-I've just had a bad night.'

"The director hastily withdrew, not wishing any further complications, and after a minute so did Jennifer's hyperactive tongue. Whereupon our lovely, glamorous star," Ruth chuckled, "dried the young girl's saliva from her sopping bush as well as the effusion of vaginal juice that had flowed down her own meaty thighs and walked into the sound stage like some noble queen." Ruth's eyes crinkled with amusement. "And that, dear little Mara, is the real reason she's always late on the set. She needs the time for her hairdresser to do her."

The story was so amusing and Ruth Peter's retelling of it so masterful that Mara could not help laughing.

"You're making it all up." Mara chided.

"No. Word of honor I'm not," Ruth protested. "As a matter of fact, when another star, a British girl, came up from London to do a scene in the film a week later, she had to borrow the same girl, Jennifer, to set her hair." Ruth mentioned the name of a young actress who was already a household name among movie fans.

"This English girl smiled at Jennifer and simply said, 'Can you do me fast? I'm supposed to get out there half an hour ago.' Before she could get the words out, young Jennifer fell to her knees, spread the astonished star's legs and began to suck her pussy. The Englishwoman wore panties, but that did not deter our girt She simply swept aside the crotch piece with an impatient forefinger and slipped her tongue into the English hush. The whole thing happened so fast, the British actress could not so much as say boo. But she obviously loved it.

"When she got back to London she told every actress she knew about it and told them to ask for Jennifer, the girl with the magic tongue. She's still at the studio. If you ever get called on to play Tondelayo or some Malayan beauty, I'll get you her studio extension."

"You're wonderful as a storyteller," Mara said sincerely. She felt good. Not just good, wonderful. She was full of a feeling of something approaching nirvana or what her Zen Buddhist acquaintances in the east called satori. The excellent food, the wine, above all the charm of this strange woman opposite her, had brought it about.

"You feel okay?" Ruth asked tenderly, touching Mara's full breasts.

"I feel great."

"Great enough," Ruth's lips wet each other as she stared at the girl, "to do me?"

Mara hesitated a moment and then nodded.

She got down on her knees. But Ruth pulled her up. "No darling, I'm not X. Let's go to my bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there."

A few minutes later she was undressing Mara slowly, enjoying the pleasure of pulling the dress over the girl's head, of rolling down her pantyhose. When Mara was completely naked, Ruth posed her on the bed with her thighs spread open. The sight of the Eurasian beauty's breathtaking coral-hued slit, already milky with Mara's sexual desire, and the whole framed by curling black hair, made Ruth Peter shiver.

"Your bush is just as I pictured it," Ruth said. "It makes me feel faint just to lo k at. I want to eat it."

Mara smiled understandingly. It was the same reaction that Wendy had had in Rangoon. She knew the effect she would have on Ruth. She could not explain why. But the combination of high cheekbones, slanted eyes and a cafeau-lait smooth skin combined with her thick black bush and the long slit drove women who went for her wild. It drove the men who saw her pussy wild too, but not in quite the same way.

"You've had the same reaction from women before darling, haven't you?" said Ruth reading her thoughts.

Mara nodded. "Yes and I don't understand why. I mean I don't think I'm especially beautiful down there, am I. It's the same as everyone else. I mean," she blushed. "I don't mean that I am an expert or anything but the few women or girls I've seen in showers and all that… they all seem alike."

"Oh no… oh no," Ruth protested. "Not in a thousand ears. You are very different. For one thing, your cunt lips are so wonderfully thin. You must have had a French ancestor somewhere because most of the beautiful French girls I've had as lovers, when I was in Paris, had the same immeasurably thin cunt lips. 'Fines attaches,' the French call them. They have an old wives' tale that if a girl has thin wrists and small feet, she will have thin cunt lips and a very tight pussy. Is yours tight?"

Mara flushed and nodded. "Terribly. My boyfriend has awful trouble putting his thing in… I need a lot of butter."

"Don't talk about him," Ruth snapped irritably. And then she smiled, as she put a finger tenderly into Mara's vagina.

"Don't mind me, dearest. It's just that I'm terribly jealous and I'm put out if anyone talks about a bloody man when I'm hot and wet for her myself."

"I'm sorry," Mara said. "Do you, 'er, want me to kiss you down there."

"Not quite yet, dear." Ruth stood up from the bed. "I want to do a couple of things first. Spray myself with a new rich cologne you'll just adore. And I would love to spray your pussy with Ma Reve. It means 'my dream' in French… I just go out of my gourd when I smell that on a woman's cunt. The combination of her natural cunt odors and the perfume… wow. Do you mind?"

"No but do it lightly or it will hurt. I'm quite tender own there and perfume stings if it is too strongly rubbed m… my boyfriend-" She stopped quickly. Ruth smiled approvingly.

"Just a fine mist on your pussy lips and then we can have a kind of second dessert," she said.

"I don't understand what you mean?" Then she flushed. "Oh, you mean like soixante neuf, sixty-nine."

"Exactly my darling. I see you're not all that naпve about sex, are you?"

A few minutes later she brought a spray bottle over to the Eurasian girl's pussy and spread it about so that it covered most of her thighs. Then she took another scent bottle and did it to herself. After that she sighed and got into bed beside the younger girl. Slowly she raised herself on one elbow and gazed lovingly on Mara's reading slit.

"Forgive me… I have to look on it for a minute or two. It's not just a sexual pleasure. It's an aesthetic pleasure. I think I would like to paint your lovely cunt." She laughed. "Maybe finger painting it would be better. Then I could enjoy both pleasures. Now let's get cozy with one another and enjoy."

Carefully placing her naked form close to Mara's, Ruth arched herself so that she could bury her head between the Eurasian girl's beautiful thighs. Then she flipped over so that her buttocks faced the girl, moving slowly so that her own pubic area was directly over the younger woman's face.

For a moment Mara stared at Ruth's voluminous light brown bush. It was so thick and luxuriant in its dense growth that for a moment she could not see where the slit was. It was almost as if someone had tumbled a full head of hair on her own face. Then applying her lips to the mass, she began to try to ferret out the opening of Ruth's vagina. She was overwhelmed by the heavy, sweetish scent Ruth used on her pubic area. She had to cough and then catch her breath as she inhaled the alcoholic content of the rich cologne.

"Are you all right, darling?" Ruth inquired solicitously, hearing Mara cough. "Did I drench my pussy too much with that thing? It's a bad habit of mine. I do want my lovers to enjoy the sucking and the scent is important."

"I'm all right," Mara said. "But don't let any Alcoholics Anonymous member go down on you," she added jokingly, "Or she won't be able to drive home."