Cunnylicking 101: Lydia

One day, I was typing a paper on my laptop, and I sensed Lydia, ease up to me. Glancing up, she leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. Then she bent down and hugged me.

“Wish me luck, Love”—she was fond of calling me by my last name—“I’m off to the gym for the final cut.”

Shocked, I uttered, “Good luck. They’re crazy if they don’t pick you for head cheerleader.”

“Thank you, baby.” She spun around and stuck her choice derriere out. “Rub my butt for good luck.”

With my jaw dragging the floor, I reached out and touched the sacred territory known as Livingdoll’s prime ass.

After I massaged the wondrous object for thirty seconds, she straightened up. “That’s enough. We don’t want me to get worked up, do we?”

We don’t? “Of course not, but why don’t you let me kiss it for extra good luck.”

She giggled in that girly laugh I found so endearing. “You want to kiss my ass for good luck?”

I smiled. “Can’t hurt.”

“Okay, I’ve told enough boys to kiss my ass over the years, but I never had one actually do it.” She bent over sticking her ass out even further. I was stunned. I’d gone that far so I decided to push it. “No, it has to be bare skin to bring luck.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed, but her thumbs hooked over the top of her shorts and she pushed them down. “How’s that?”

I challenged her, “A little further, panties too.” I scooted back from the desk. “Here bend over the desk.”

She pushed the shorts and panties down to her thighs and bent over the desk almost lying flat.

What a sight. As I’d hoped, her cute little anal rosebud and the sensual folds of her pussy lay bare just above her shorts. I laid both hands upon Lydia’s silky cheeks and sighed as I inhaled the sensual bouquet of her sex. I parted the cheeks of her shapely ass and lowered my lips. My first kiss was in the crease of her ass, about an inch above her puckered anus. Before she could think I had finished and straighten, my tongue darted out and reamed her tiny rosebud.

As my tongue delved into her, she squirmed and started to rise. “Oooh!”

I relocated my hand to the sway of her back, and held her down, as I lowered my tongue to the folds of her pussy.

“Mmm." She fidgeted and twisted around, even murmuring, “Gawd, that feels really good,” but ultimately she rose, “but I really have to go.”