The Sex Therapist Pt. 01: Gwen

[Author's note: This is part one of a series about a sex therapist that likes to join in with her clients. It's pure fantasy - but wouldn't that be wonderful if it were true! Enjoy!]

Keith took my hand as we walked down the hallway. It was a subtle gesture, but meaningful. It was the first physical touch we'd had in months.

"Room 1554, right?" he said, glancing at the doors as we went by.

I looked at Keith, my husband of five years, but for all intents and purposes, a stranger. We'd married when we were twenty - young and madly in love. I was attracted to Keith's sandy blonde hair, his athletic build, tall stature, and yet kind face. That kindness extended to his personality as well. We were in our first year in college and had lots of time to hang out, and lots of freedom to explore each other's bodies - which we did on a regular basis.

Two years later, we married - in front of family and friends - in a cherry grove in full bloom. Our love had blossomed into a beautiful romance that carried us for years. Keith was a wonderful husband and a wonderful lover. I so looked forward to kneading his cock and getting it big and hard - ready to open up my pussy and give me wonderful feelings of pleasure as he squirted inside me.

Our marriage, and the sex, were great until about a year ago. Neither of us were sure what happened, it occurred so gradually. As our busyness increased in pursuit of serious careers, our frequency of intimacy waned. Weekends were filled with getting outside for exercise and staying in for sex. After a while, we got lazy - and drifted further apart.

By the time we realized what was wrong, it seemed too late. We both cut back on work and tried to focus on each other, but to no avail. Neither of us seemed interested in making love, or even physical affection.

A weight of sadness enveloped me.

"Earth to Carrie. 1554, right?"

I jolted from my memories and glanced down at my phone. The appointment with Dr. Heller showed her office as 1554 - on the 15th floor of a lovely building in downtown Los Angeles. We were in the right place... almost.

"Sorry, Keith," I said, sheepishly. "1554. Should be right up around this corner, I think."

I was right. Around the corner, the hallway dead ended to a double door. Emblazoned on a brass plaque were the words:

Dr. Cynthia Heller, PsyD PST

Keith held the door for me. Always polite.

The room looked like a waiting area. A couch sat at an angle along one wall with chairs on another. Muted watercolors hung on the walls and the lush carpet felt soft under my feet. The lights were dim and calming music played softly in the background.

There was another door at the other end of the room. A sign on it said:

Please have a seat

We sat on the couch facing a large mirror - no doubt designed to help make the room bigger. I watched my reflection and wondered, again, if I was somehow no longer attractive to Keith. He used to tell me how he loved redheads. My auburn hair fell to the middle of my back, pulled into a ponytail. I was wearing a flattering blouse that showed off my medium-sized breasts. I worked out and my stomach was still flat and my waist narrow. I even wore a short skirt to show off my long legs, although none of that seemed to affect Keith. He stared straight ahead.

We were here for one last try to save our marriage. We'd been to traditional couples therapy, but nothing seemed to help our physical relationship. We still loved each other, that was true. Whether this doctor could penetrate what ailed us, I wasn't at all sure. But we were both willing to try this new therapy. It was either that or give up entirely.

The inner door opened, and a woman walked out. She was blond, about my height of 5'5". She was beautiful. Her face was a bit flushed but that's not what drew my gaze. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her large nipples bounced under her blouse as she walked.

She smiled at me as she walked by. I was taken aback because it was not just a smile like a stranger would give. It was almost familiar... sensual. It wasn't that I was unattracted to women but had never considered having sex with one. For some reason, this woman exuded sensuality. Was this Dr. Heller? I smiled back but the woman didn't stop - opening the outer door and disappearing through it.

"Patient?" I said to Keith.

He shrugged his shoulders.

We sat for another 10 minutes. I was getting nervous. Right at the time of our appointment, the inner door opened once again and out stepped one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. We stood and the woman extended her hand to Keith.

"I'm Dr. Heller," she said, "though you can call me Cynthia."

Keith took her hand and said, "Nice to meet you doctor... um... Cynthia."

"You must be Gwen," she said, holding out her hand to me.

"Um," I fumbled, taking her hand. "Yes... Gwen. Nice to meet you, Cynthia."

Cynthia's hands were very soft and lovely - which was a good description for the rest of her body. Dark brown hair with a slight wave fell most of the way down her back. Deep brown eyes that seemed to search your soul. A slightly upturned nose and gentle chin. She wore a silky blouse that fell across an ample chest, flat tummy, and a very short skirt showing off slender legs in stiletto heels.

"Come on in, guys," she said in a kind voice.

Keith and I exchanged a look, then followed her through the door.

As I entered the inner office, if you could call it that, I knew we were venturing into something entirely different. The room was large. The walls were painted with darker, muted tones and the lighting dimmer than in the waiting room. More paintings hung on the walls, but these did not feature landscapes like the others. They were abstracts of nude men and women shown in various sexual positions.

A couch and a chair sat in one corner, and the rest of the room was set apart by several large wicker screens. I couldn't tell what was behind them.

"Have a seat," Cynthia said, indicating the couch.

We sat down and she occupied the chair across from us. She crossed her legs and took out a notebook and pen.

"Keith and Gwen," she said, after scribbling what might have been today's date at the top of the page. "I assume you've read through the documents I sent over to you?"

"Um, yes," I replied, pulling some sheets of paper from my bag. "We've got them here."

I handed her the pages and she took a moment to look them over.

"Thank you," she said, setting the stack aside. "I've reviewed your history, so thanks for sending that to me. I'm sure you understand that what I do here is, well, unconventional from a traditional psychological practice."

"Yes," I replied. "That's why we're here."

"Of course. So... how familiar are you with PST?"

"PST?" Keith asked.

"Right... sorry for the acronym," Cynthia responded. "Participatory Sexual Therapy. PST."

"Not much, to be honest," I said. "But you come very highly recommended and... we're kind of at the end of our rope."

"We're desperate," Keith said.

"I understand," Cynthia said. "Most people who find me have usually exhausted other means to find the answers they need. But the good news is, I think I can help you two."

"We sure hope so," Keith said, glancing at me.

"Participatory Sexual Therapy is just how it sounds," Cynthia said, uncrossing her legs. "My goal is to help you rediscover your sexuality for each other by becoming involved sexually with me."

Keith shifted slightly and I felt heat rise into my face.

"There's no need to worry you two. By the time we're done, you will love making love again. Can I explain?"

"Please do," I said, trying to calm my nerves.

"What's happened to you is more common than you might think. In the field, we call it Sexual Object Displacement. Something has displaced the attraction that you had for each other. It can be work, another person, even recreational pursuits."

"There hasn't been anyone else, for either of us," Keith chimed in. "But work - that was an issue. We thought we'd dealt with it, but after cutting back, we just couldn't reignite the spark."

"That's what can happen," Cynthia continued. "The displacement can become chronic. And when it happens to both of you at the same time - traditional therapy just doesn't seem to help. That's where I come in."

"So, when you say 'participatory'?" I started to say.

"It means I'm going to become intimate with both of you."

Silence filled the room as the reality set in.

"I know it sounds strange, and maybe counterintuitive," Cynthia said.

She set her notebook down and placed a hand on each of our knees. "We're going to shift your what's called Sexual Object Focus to me. Then I'll reconnect that focus back to you. I know it sounds a bit out there - but I've had great success with couples just like you."

"You have?" Keith asked.

"Uh huh. Because what I do doesn't really align with current psychological ethics... that's why you signed the NDA - the non-disclosure agreement. What happens in here stays in here, yes?"

We both nodded.

"So... what do you get out of this?" Keith asked. "I mean, besides getting paid."

Cynthia smiled. "To say it bluntly, I get tremendous pleasure. I love sex. And I love having sex with multiple people."

"Like us?" I said, not believing this gorgeous woman would be attracted to Keith, or me.

"Yes," she said, gently squeezing our legs. "Your Keith is an extremely attractive man and if we're being honest, my pussy has been getting damp, Gwen, thinking about what we'll do together."

"Oh... wow!" I said, embarrassed but also curious.

She laughed softly. "I hope my forwardness isn't off-putting. I just like being totally honest with my clients."

"Not at all," Keith said, looking at me. "We kind of knew from what our friends told us that this was what happened here... with you."

"Good!" Cynthia said, clapping her hands together gently. "We're going to talk very frankly as we get to know each other better. Be honest with your thoughts, desires, and wishes - and I'll do the same."

"Sounds good, Cynthia," I said, my nerves calming just a little. "So... where do we go from here?"

"Glad you asked," Cynthia said. "We're going to take things slowly. One of the issues that can come up is the wife becomes a little jealous of her husband making love to another woman... so... Gwen, you and I are going to make love first."

My eyes shot up. "Oh... um... I... you know... haven't..."

"It's okay," Cynthia said, placing her hand back on my knee. "I guarantee you're going to love having sex with another woman. And once that happens, we can turn our attention to your husband."

As she said that, she looked at me and put her hand back on Keith's leg, caressing it slowly. "I told you I find you very attractive, Gwen. What do you think of me?"

I was taken aback for a moment. I realized just then that Cynthia exuded a sensuality that was catchy. I'd never been with another woman before, but her talking about us having sex was starting to sound interesting.

"You're... um... very beautiful," I said.

"How so?" Cynthia asked, her hand also caressing my leg.

"Um... your eyes," I said. "Such a lovely brown - so deep."

"Anything else?"

I glanced down at her chest. I was surprised to see her nipples making little mounds in the white fabric of her blouse.

"Ooh, my breasts," she said. "Are my nipples showing? I hope so because I feel them getting erect thinking about you sucking on them."

As I stared at her chest, her nipples grew and bulged out even more. My reaction wasn't what I expected. Maybe it was her beauty, or her talk about sex, or maybe the sensuality that I felt - but I found myself imaging my tongue and mouth on those nipples.

"I think maybe you find that idea attractive," Cynthia said.

I looked up and saw her staring at my chest. I glanced down and to see my own nipples - hardening and pushing up against my bra. Was I getting aroused by another woman?

"What do you think about that, Keith?" Cynthia asked. "Does the idea of you watching me lick your wife's nipples sound good to you?"

As she said this, Cynthia's gaze fell to Keith's crotch. I saw something there I hadn't seen in a long time - the beginnings of an erection, pushing his cock sideways in his pants.

"I can see it does," she said.

Keith nodded, looking back and forth between us, shifting in his seat.

"Now, as I said, we will take this as slow as you are comfortable with. We're going to have multiple sessions together so there is no need to rush... but Gwen - I would love to kiss you, if that's all right with you."

I swallowed and looked up into her deep brown eyes. She was smiling and leaning forward just a little.

Instead of answering, I leaned towards her. She moved forward in her chair and her leg came between mine. She lifted her hand to my cheek and placed a simple kiss on my lips. I felt tingly all over at the touch of another woman's lips against mine.

"Was that okay?" she asked, pulling back slightly.

I could smell her breath - a soft citrusy aroma.

I nodded, feelings moving through me that were unfamiliar.

"Good," she whispered.

She leaned back in, and we kissed again, harder this time. Her hand went around behind my neck and pulled me in.

"Oh... wow!" I said as she broke off.

"What are you feeling, Gwen?" Cynthia asked, only inches from me.

"I, um, I don't know... strange... but in a good way."

"Let's try something a little more," she said, leaning back into me.

This time when our lips met, I felt a warmth touch me. Her tongue. She wanted me to open my mouth and let her in. I felt a rush of pleasure as my lips parted and her wet tongue penetrated me, touching and swirling around my tongue. I found myself responding - moving my own tongue across hers. I was kissing and making out with my woman therapist. My mind was going crazy as was my pussy.

It's hard to describe what kissing another woman was like for the first time. Her lips were so soft and her tongue so warm and inviting. The taste on her tongue was exhilarating and even hearing her breathing increase through her nose was turning me on.

She finally broke off and leaned back, leaving me out of breath and flushed.

"I think she likes kissing women," Cynthia said, turning to Keith.

"At least this woman," I said, having a hard time believing I was even saying that.

"It was... hot," Keith said.

"Ooh, I'm glad you liked it because there is a lot more of that to come," Cynthia said.

"I noticed you looking at my breasts," Cynthia said to me, sitting back and running her hands across her chest. "Do you like them?"

I nodded. I did like them - which came as a surprise to me.

"They love being touched. Can I ask if you'd be willing to touch them?"

I paused. A step. A bridge. But I was beginning to trust that this therapist had me, and my marriage at heart. And yes, I did want to touch her.

"That sounds nice," I said, meekly.

Cynthia reached for my hands and brought them to her chest, placing my palms on her breasts. They felt so firm and full - like two round globes of softness with two little hard nodules pressing in on my palm.

"Go ahead and squeeze. I love that."

"Mm," Cynthia purred as I pressed in and squeezed. "Keep doing that. Oh, mm, that feels so good."

I looked up and Cynthia had her eyes closed. Her tongue flicked out and licked across her upper lip.

"Now my nipples," Cynthia said. "Squeeze them."

I used my thumb and index finger and gently squeezed both tits. They felt hard yet squished beneath my fingers.

"Mm... oh," Cynthia moaned, her chest rising towards me. "Ah!"

"How does that feel to you?" she said as I let go.

"Good," I said. "Really good. You have wonderful, um, breasts."

"Do you want to see them?" she asked, looking between Keith and me.

I looked at Keith. He nodded.

"I would," I said.

Cynthia stood. She pulled her blouse from her skirt and began to slowly unbutton it. "You know, there's nothing like your first taste of another woman's nipple. I would so love to be your first, Gwen."

My eyebrows rose in surprise or maybe anticipation. I could also feel tingly sensations in my crotch. A good sign. I was actually getting aroused.

When she'd undone all the buttons, Cynthia pulled off the blouse, revealing a sheer white bra underneath. It's no wonder her nipples showed through - the bra was thin and smooth. She put her hands behind her back and undid the clasp - letting her bra fall off.

"Oh my!" I said.

Her breasts were things of beauty. A bit larger than mine, round, full, firm, her nipples standing straight out.

Keith and I stared. I saw my husband readjust himself, making way for his cock as it grew. I was so glad that he was feeling pleasure too.

Cynthia stepped closer to me, putting her nipples close to my face.

"First, touch me, Gwen. Touch my breasts."

I let my fingers brush against her nipples and I squeezed one.

"Oh... yes... that's right. Squeeze... harder... mm... oh, Gwen. You make me feel all tingly."

"Me too!" I said.

"I'm so glad to hear that," Cynthia said. "Now I want you to taste me. Put your mouth on my nipples and lick them!"

I couldn't believe I was about to do this - cross another line. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and gently flicked out my tongue. It touched the tip of her tit, and she took in a big breath.

"Oh, shit, Gwen. Mm," she moaned softly. "More."

I opened further and took all her nipple into my mouth. It felt so hard and soft. I licked around it and then sucked in.

"AH!" Cynthia said.

She held my head as I licked and flicked and sucked. I traded nipples, using my fingers to squeeze the wet tit I had just left. I felt her chest moving in and out in waves. She kept breathing in and out quickly.

"That's it, Gwen. Oh yeah. You are turning me on so much with your mouth. Fuck... oh!"

I couldn't believe I was arousing a woman. The feelings in my crotch were intensifying. I knew I was getting damp between my legs. I opened slightly and let my hand touch my pussy over my panties. They were wet and when my finger touched myself, I felt a surge of pleasure travel up from my pussy.

After a few minutes, Cynthia pulled back. "I think I need a turn."

It took me a second. "Oh, you want to touch me?"

She nodded. "If that's okay."

I hadn't considered this part. I don't know why. But as I thought about this gorgeous woman putting her mouth on my tits - my pussy got even wetter.

"I'd love it," I said, pulling her close.

Cynthia knelt in front of me. We kissed and I felt our tongues intertwine again. Her hand went to my breast, and I felt another surge of pleasure as she squeezed and fondled me. As I closed my eyes, I saw Keith staring at us, kneading his dick through his pants.

She began undoing my blouse as we kissed. I helped and together, we got all the buttons undone. She pushed the blouse off my shoulders, and I let it fall. She then reached behind me and undid my bra clasp with one hand. I figured she must have a lot experience doing that.

"So lovely," she said, admiring my boobs.

She gently laid both hands on them. I gasped in pleasure as she squeezed and fondled me. I looked at Keith. He was working his dick back and forth in his pants. He was hard.

Cynthia came in and we kissed, her fingers tweaking and squeezing my nipples. She broke off, moved down, and I felt it - her warm mouth and tongue on my nipples. A wave of pleasure shot through me as she sucked in on a nipple.

"Oh!" I moaned. "oh... yes... oh... yes."

I held her head and desperately wanted more. I was getting more and more aroused by the second. My pelvis began to move back and forth. She switched sides, sucking on one tit while squeezing the other in her fingers.

"Oh! Cynthia! I... can't... believe... how... oh!"

I was building to something... something I hadn't felt in so long. After a few minutes of her mouth on me, Cynthia pulled back. We kissed and she fondled me some more.

"You taste wonderful," Cynthia said, breaking off. "Your tits, your mouth. I'm really going to enjoy our next time together."

I was a bit dazed. "Next time?"

"Yes, you guys," she said, sitting back in her chair. "I think we've made great progress today."

She grabbed her bra, put it on and started to pull on her blouse. "I want you to go home and talk. Don't do anything. You're not ready yet. But come back tomorrow and we'll pick this back up. Believe me, you're going to enjoy it!"

I was a bit stunned. I felt all fuzzy and light-headed. I was sure I'd soaked through my panties. The sudden ending left me a bit dazed.

I dressed and we left, walking down the hallway in silence.

"What the fuck?" I said after we were in the car.

"It's okay, Gwen," Keith said, putting his hand on my arm. "I was feeling very turned on too. I'm sorry it got cut off but... have either of us had those feelings in - what - months?"

"I guess not," I said, starting to calm down. "I guess not."

"So... do you think this is going to work?" I asked as we got inside our apartment.

Keith stopped and looked at me. "Strangely, I feel like we're in good hands. Something's stirring in me. I can't put my finger on it. Not yet."

We decided to go out for dinner. We enjoyed a sumptuous meal and a bottle of wine. The session had tired us out, so we went to bed soon after arriving home. Keith kissed me once we were in bed. It was the closest thing to physical affection he'd shown in a long time. I kissed him back.

I slept soundly and dreamed of Cynthia making love to me. When I woke up, I could smell coffee and... something else... bacon?

"Well, there you are sleepyhead," Keith said as I came into the kitchen, still wearing my bathrobe.

He'd set the table, poured orange juice, and was in the process of serving the coffee, eggs, English muffins and... bacon!

"What's the occasion?" I asked, sitting down.

"Cheers!" Keith said, holding up a juice glass. "To a new beginning."

"Okay... to a new beginning," I said, clinking his glass and wondering what had gotten into him.

As we dressed for our next appointment with Cynthia, I picked out a clingy blouse that hugged my figure. I also wore one of my thinner bras and a short skirt. I started getting aroused just thinking about her wonderful body and what she might want to do with me.

"Are you okay... um... just watching?" I asked as Keith grabbed the car keys.

"I am today," he said. "I know my turn's coming. Besides... it's fucking hot to see two women together - especially if one is my wife!"

He was already sounding like a new man. I liked it.

This time, no one came out of Dr. Heller's office as we waited for our appointment. I was getting nervous, not knowing exactly what might be in store for me - but also excited as I thought about kissing Cynthia again.

The door to the inner office opened right on time.

"Come on in, guys," Cynthia said.

As we entered her office, I noticed some big changes. The room was lit only by candles - and they were everywhere. The room dividers were gone - and taking up the rest of the space was a king-size bed!

"Oh!" I gasped.

"You like my bed, Gwen?" Cynthia asked as she closed the door.

"I do!" I said, turning back.

The other big change was Cynthia herself. No longer dressed like a professional, she wore a very short skirt, a loose white top - and no bra. Her large nipples poked out and her breasts swayed as she moved.

I felt overdressed.

"You look... amazing," I said, staring at her nipples.

"I agree!" Keith said, gazing at her chest.

"You two look amazing as well," Cynthia said, stepping towards me. "Gwen, you look downright delicious!"

She put her arm on my waist, leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue immediately begged entrance to my mouth. I opened and let it slide around. I grasped her arm and felt the warmth of arousal start flowing.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" I said as we broke off.

Cynthia smiled. "Just picking up where we left off last time. Are you ready for the next step?"

I nodded.

"Come sit with me," she said, motioning to the bed.

We sat next to each other. Cynthia put her hand on my thigh and traced up and down, sending chills all over my body.

"Keith - Gwen and I are going to make love - right here on this bed," she said, turning to face my husband. "We're going to strip each other, kiss each other, touch - and lick. I'm going to make your wife cum and she's going to do the same for me. Feel free to play with yourself while you watch - and don't worry if you shoot off. Okay?"

Keith nodded. I could already see his cock lengthening across his slacks as he sat on the couch opposite to the bed.

"I've been fantasizing about this ever since you left yesterday," Cynthia said, brushing some hair away from my face.

"Me too," I said with a smile.

"Good! That's progress."

She leaned in and we kissed again - deeper, more passionate, longer. I felt her hands begin to roam across my thigh and waist. I put my hand on her upper leg. It was warm and so soft. I could see Keith out of the corner of my eye, rubbing his dick through his pants.

Cynthia's hands went to my blouse. She began to undo the buttons and push it off my shoulders. While still kissing me, she fondled my breasts through my thin bra. My nipples reacted instantly to her touch, getting harder and larger.

"Mm," I moaned.

We broke off and I undid my bra. As Cynthia helped me take it off, she touched my nipples and squeezed my breasts, sending pleasure signals to my pussy.

"That feels really good," I said softly.

"I'm so glad," Cynthia answered. "I love your breasts!"

She leaned over and took a nipple in her mouth - licking it with her warm tongue and sucking in on it with her mouth.

"Oh... mm," I purred.

We kissed again and I reached over to run my fingers across her breasts - squeezing her nipples through her blouse.

"I think I have on too many clothes," Cynthia said, crossing her hands and lifting off the blouse.

I put my palms on her bare breasts and pushed in.

"Oh... yes!" Cynthia said.

I felt her out, tweaking her nipples, palming her breasts. Then I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying the taste and feel of another woman's tits!

Cynthia's hand began traveling up my leg. She pushed under my skirt and across my inner thigh. The feeling was amazing - realizing where she was going. I opened my legs slightly in response.

"Mm... oh!" I gasped when her fingers lightly caressed my pussy.

"You're already so wet!" Cynthia said.

"I know. You're doing... such amazing... things to me," I said, my pelvis rocking back and forth, feeling her fingers push in on my pussy lips.

"Let's get these off of you," Cynthia said, pulling me to stand.

We kissed again as Cynthia undid my skirt and pulled it, and my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and saw that Keith had taken his dick from his pants. I hadn't seen him hard in many months. It was starting to arouse me even more - but I knew he was just a witness of my new lesbian love.

"What about you?" I asked Cynthia.

"Want to help?" she said, turning her back to me.

I undid her skirt, and she slithered out of it. She then bent over and pulled her panties over her ass in a very sensual slow fashion. I stroked her cheeks and saw tiny rivulets of clear liquid running down her inner thigh.

"You're wet too," I said.

"Oh yeah," she said, turning to face me.

I noticed that she had a nicely trimmed bush of dark brown hair covering her mound.

She climbed up on the bed and pulled me up after her. "Why don't you lay on your back, Gwen."

I obeyed and Cynthia laid down partially on top of me, one leg draped over mine. She kissed me, her lips and tongue playing over mine and her hand roaming across my body - my stomach, my thighs, my breasts.

"Oh!" I gasped again as her fingers lightly traced over my mound - sending incredible feelings of pleasure all through my body.

"I love your shaved pussy," Cynthia said. "Is it okay if I touch it?"

"Oh, please do!" I said.

Cynthia looked into my eyes as I felt her fingers go into my slit.

"Oh... oh!" I said as tingles emanated from my pussy.

She ran her fingers up and down and side to side. My hips moved to their own rhythm as my arousal increased greatly. She was touching me!

"Feel good?" she said, only inches from me.

"Oh, fuck, Cynthia. It feels sooo good!"

Her fingers moved up and grazed my clit.

"Ah!" I gasped.

She drew her index finger lightly across my slit - back and forth rapidly. My hips moved faster up and down, and I felt a fuzziness in my head. She moved back down and entered me. I felt something like electricity flow through me. I hadn't had anything in my pussy in so long. She finger-fucked me and I nearly came.

"I want to kiss you on the lips," she said.

"But you are," I answered.

"Not those lips. Your pussy lips!"

"Oh!" I said, breathless.

She kissed me, my neck, my stomach. She moved her body lower and kissed my mound. My hips rose to meet her lips. She got in between my legs, pushing them apart.

"You smell so wonderful," Cynthia said. "I can wait to taste you."

"Oh... oh... oh," I began moaning.

She kissed up my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. When her tongue touched me, my hips shot up in the air.

"OH!" I gasped.

I felt her tongue move up my slit and she sucked in on my clit. Down to my opening where she thrust her tongue inside me, then back up to my swollen nodule.

"Ah... oh... ah... oh!" I moaned, in another world of pleasure.

I felt a finger enter me and fuck my pussy as her mouth and tongue licked me up and down.

"I'm... going... oh... cum... oh... OH... OH... OHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, I felt a surge of pleasure rocket out from my pussy. My legs arched up and began to shudder.

"OH FUCK!" I cried as wave after wave of pleasure took me away.

"OH!" I heard from across the room.

I opened my eyes just long enough to see Keith - his hand closed around his dick and streams of cum popping out, covering his bare legs.

I kept cumming and feeling pleasure waves wash over me. I closed my eyes - I wanted to drink in the moment - my first orgasm from a woman and my first of any kind in a long time.

My hands reached out for Cynthia, who eventually left my dripping pussy and moved up on top of me. We kissed and I tasted my own juice for the first time. It was salty - and different than what I'd expected.

We made out and I ground myself into her body.

"That was... so incredibly... wonderful," I said between breaths.

"So glad you liked it, 'cause I sure like your pussy!"

We continued to kiss and make out. I noticed Keith reach for some Kleenex to clean himself up. I was so happy that he was getting pleasure too.

"Want to make me cum?" Cynthia said as we watched Keith continue to play with himself.

"I'd love to," I answered. "I have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Just do what I did," Cynthia said, rolling onto her back. "I'm so turned on right now it won't take much!"

I got on top and started licking and suckling her nipples.

"Mm," she moaned, watching me. "Mm!"

My hand moved lower, across her stomach and between her legs. She opened and my index finger slipped into her slit. It was sopping wet.

"Oh!" Cynthia moaned.

I worked her pussy with my fingers, dipping into her love hole and swiping it across her swollen clit. She began to move her hips up and down. I began to move lower, kissing her stomach as she'd done. I crawled over her legs, and she opened wide for me.

I stared at her beautiful mound, covered in dark brown hair - wispy and slightly curly. I moved up and kissed it, letting my nose run through it and breathing in her scent. It was different than mine - tangier.

I was about to taste my first pussy juice!

"Please lick me, Gwen. I've got to have your mouth on my pussy! OH!" she cried as I touched my tongue to her lips.

I licked up and down, feeling the wet flaps of her pussy glide across my tongue. I thrust myself into her hole and felt her arch up. I moved up and took her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, licking across it - then back down.

"Oh... oh... oh," she moaned, her hips moving up and down like waves.

She held my head to her crotch, and I put my tongue in deeper, fucking her like a little cock by making my tongue hard and pushing in and out.

"Oh... ah... oh... ah... OHHHH!" she cried.

Her hips shot up in the air and she held her breath, making a growling kind of sound as she slowly let it out. Then suddenly she cried out in pleasure.

"AHHHHHH!"

I was making her cum!

"AHHHH!" she kept crying, holding my head, her hips shooting up and down.

My tongue felt a gushing of fresh juice flow out of her. I swallowed it all, loving the taste and the fact that I could bring another woman pleasure.

Eventually, Cynthia's movements slowed. She brought me up and we kissed, sharing each other's juices across our tongues, lips, and mouths.

"For someone whose never been with a woman - you sure made me cum hard!"

"You showed me what to do!" I said.

I rolled off to the side and saw Keith, rubbing his dick, which had already gotten hard.

"It's too bad we had to leave him out," I said to Cynthia.

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "Tomorrow is all about you, Keith. We're going to fuck, and I can't wait to have that hard rod of yours inside my pussy!"