2 comments/ 13188 views/ 9 favorites Learning the Alphabet By: DrAltedox I'm really bad at eating pussy. No, let me rephrase that: I'm the worst in the whole world at eating pussy. I have my picture in the Guinness Book of Records. (And it's not even a good picture: my eyes are closed and I have this dumb smile on my face.) I'm so bad at eating pussy that when I go down on a woman, I have to remember to stop at her crotch. I don't know where the G-spot is, but it's definitely not in a woman's knees. I know because I've checked. For most people, this wouldn't be such a big deal, but for someone who likes to get his dick sucked as much as I do, it's a real handicap. I've found that women get tired of sucking on your dick pretty quickly if you can't reciprocate the favour. I guess it must be quite a disappointment for them to spend half an hour polishing your knob and then realize that they're not getting anything in return. They must wish they could go back 30 minutes in the past and give you that blowjob with their teeth - just to even things out. I think this is the best argument for not inventing time travel: some of us would never get a good blowjob again. I can't count the number of times I got the little pat on the shoulder for all my efforts. Here I was with half my face buried in pussy, juices spread all the way up to my ears, thinking I was doing an amazing job... and then I feel this little pat on my shoulder. "That's okay", she says, "that's all right". These aren't exactly the moans of ecstasy I was expecting to hear. Mind you, I'd rather feel a little pat on my shoulder than a kick in my ass like I felt when that one woman threw me out on the street at two in the morning. (And the worst part is that the woman in question was staying over at my apartment that night.) Even the more polite ones who would rather fake an orgasm than give me the pat on the shoulder make me feel bad. I'm not stupid: I can tell they're just pretending. I've seen women have orgasms in the past (when I was using my dick instead of my tongue); I know what it's supposed to look and sound like. Pretending to come is like pretending to sleep: you might think it's easy, but keep in mind that other people know *better than you* what you look and sound like when you do either of these things. Pretending to come is like going to a foreign country and trying to pass for a local by speaking with the people's accent: you're not fooling anyone unless you're a professional actor. I'd been going out with my new girlfriend for a little while and had already disappointed her a number of times, so one day I decided I would do something about it: I went to see Andrea. Andrea is a friend of mine, a former roommate - but most importantly a lesbian. I figured a lesbian would be the best person to ask for tips on how to eat pussy; just like if I needed help to cook something, I would ask my mom; and if I had troubles with my computer, I would go see my little cousin who spends all his time on the Internet. (Depending on where he spends all this time, my little cousin might also have a number of pussy eating tips to give me, but I thought it would be too awkward to ask him.) Just so you can picture her later, Andrea is a woman in her late 20s. She's 5'6 or 5'7 and rather thin, except for her breasts which look like they belong on another, fatter woman's body. She has shoulder-length, light brown hair and eyes of the same colour (but not shoulder-length, obviously). She usually wears glasses, but she will be taking them off later - as you will see. She's got a tight little ass in her even tighter little jeans, and long fingers that would look just right wrapped around my cock, and lips that wouldn't seem out of place either. I know she is playing for the other team, but so is Marshawn Lynch, and I still have him in my fantasy football roster. As for what I look like, that's easy: I look exactly like you, my dear reader. This is why this story is going to be so relatable. I look just like you. If you and I were to go somewhere together, people would think we are twins. We have the same height, weight and body type; the same hair colour, eye colour and skin colour; the same nose, the same ears, the same jawline. We are absolutely identical, you and I - except my dick is slightly longer than yours. Thicker, too. I hope this is not making you jealous. Andrea lives with her girlfriend in an apartment the size of a goddamn postage stamp. When she came to the door, the first thing I said after hugging her (and feeling her breasts press on my chest) was: - Andrea, baby! You're out, everyone knows you like women. So why do you stay in this closet? - Is this what you need my help for? Coming up with better jokes? - Not exactly, I said. But you're half right: there's some coming involved. - No way: I'm not having sex with you or jerking you off. I'm sorry that your girlfriend broke up with you, but - - She didn't, she didn't; that's not why I'm here. On the contrary: I'm here precisely so she doesn't break up with me. I hadn't told Andrea on the phone why I needed her help because I thought it would feel too weird, but I realized it felt just as weird - or even weirder - explaining it to her in person. I'm usually very comfortable around Andrea; back when we were roommates, we would talk about sex all the time. She would tell me about the women she found hot, about the women she slept with, and I would do the same. But I hadn't told her about the little pats on the shoulder, just like I'd told her about every woman I'd wanted to fuck except one: Andrea herself. She's not dumb, though; she probably figured it out already. When I told her I wanted tips on how to go down on a woman, she thought it was the funniest thing ever. She often complains that my jokes aren't funny, but that day she laughed enough to make up for all the other times. - I'm not kidding, I said. I need your help. - But going down on a woman is so easy! It's the easiest thing ever! It's just natural! - It's just natural for you, maybe, but for me it's like a puzzle. - Do it like a puzzle then: start from the edges and move toward the center. - You know what? You have no right to say anything about my jokes. - No, really, I'm serious. If you want to pleasure a woman, you don't jump into the thick of things right away. You start at the edges, you tease her a bit until you feel she wants more, and then you slowly make your way to the center of attraction. - Okay, and then what? - And then you eat her out! But that sounded too simple. If all I needed to do was just to start a bit more slowly, someone would have told me before. And I also recalled going down on a woman one time and taking a lot of time before diving into her pussy, but that hadn't made a difference. (Full disclosure: I wasn't actually trying to tease her that one time; it's just that I was drunk and so I spent five minutes licking and fingering her belly-button.) I made a note of Andrea's advice about taking things slow, but I thought there might also be something wrong with the way I eat pussy when I finally get around to it. So I asked her: - And how do you "eat her out", exactly? - Come on! I can't believe you're asking me this! How hard can it be? - It can be very hard sometimes. You wouldn't believe how hard it can be! Rock hard. - Are we still talking about pussy eating now? - Maybe... She sighed and rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips that showed me she wasn't completely fed up with me yet. Andrea and I have been friends for a long time: she knows she needs to be patient to get anything out of me. So she took a deep breath, shook her head and said: - Okay then, you show me how you do it. You show me how you eat pussy. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Andrea, the woman I'd wanted to fuck for so many years, was asking me to go down on her! After waiting so long for something I thought would never happen, I was finally going to spread her legs apart and plunge my tongue into her hot, wet pussy. I could already taste the sweetness of her juices on my lips, and feel the grip of her fingers in my hair as she pulled my head deeper, deeper into the warm embrace of - - Not on me, you dumbass. On your hand. - Yeah, of course. I knew what you meant. - Pretend your hand is a woman's pussy and show me how you eat it. - I know, I was just about to do that. I was getting ready. Going from eating Andrea's pussy to licking my own hand was somewhat of a step down: like thinking you've just won the lottery, and then it turns out it was Shirley Jackson's lottery. I was a little disappointed, and it must have been showing on my face because she said: "Hey, now you know how all those women feel!". I let her have her fun, closed my eyes and opened the middle and ring fingers of my right hand as wide as possible, like Mr. Spock's Vulcan salute in Star Trek. But I tried to clear my mind of the man with the bowl haircut and the pointy ears, and to think of naked women instead. I have to say I was quite successful. You might find this hard to believe, but I have a knack for imagining what women look like without any clothes on. I like to think of it as my special talent, just like other people are good listeners, or have a way with animals, or can leap tall buildings in a single bound. I can look at a woman on the street and immediately imagine, with photographic clarity, what she might look like naked. My boundless fantasy creates a picture of her body down to the smallest detail: the size of her breasts, the shape and colour of her nipples, the way she trims (or doesn't trim) her pubic hair, the dimples in her back and the pimples on her ass, that small mole on her inner thigh, a weird scar on her hip from that time when she fell off a tractor, et cetera, et cetera. The woman I imagined that day was based on the receptionist at my father's office. She's a tall, athletic woman with short blong hair and small tits. I gave her flat abs and just a thin patch of hair above her pussy. I wasn't sure if her toenails should be painted or not; then I decided she would keep most of her clothes on. She was sitting on her chair, behind the front desk, and lifting her skirt to show me that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. I came closer, knelt in front of her and started licking the V-shaped gap between my fingers. My tongue was pushing her pussy lips apart wider and wider, and I could hear her moan with pleasure in my head. My chin buried itself in the palm of my hand as I started to lick her faster. Her body was shivering, then shaking: she'd never felt anything like this before. I could tell the passionate back-and-forth motions of my tongue were bringing her closer and closer to orgasm; I was expecting to hear her beg me not to stop; but what I heard instead was Andrea saying: "Stop, stop, stop!" I opened my eyes. Andrea was wincing with pain. - Stop it, she said. You're terrible. - Really? I thought it was pretty good. - It wasn't. It was awful. - Oh yeah? She seemed to enjoy it. - Who, the woman in your head? Maybe she did, but no real woman will ever get off from an abomination like this. - I bet it would have been easier with a real woman. I'm not used to go down on a bunch of fingers. - A real woman being licked that way would have run off to join a man-hating cult of lesbian witches. Even your own hand is probably hating you right now. - Whatever. I jerk off with the other one anyway. - Eating pussy is supposed to be cunnilingus; what you're doing is funnilingus. - Okay, okay, I get it. I suck at this. - If only you did! All you do is lick the same spot over and over. It gets boring real quick. - What else am I supposed to do? Lick her feet? She sighed again and rolled her eyes, and now she wasn't smiling anymore. But she must have realized that I really had no clue what to do, and I think she took pity on me because she decided to help me no matter how hopeless it seemed. As a lesbian, she was probably forgetting that it's possible for some people to not know the first thing about cunnilingus. And so, in order to help someone like me, she went back to the very basics. - I'm going to give you a trick, she said. It's called the alphabet. - Oh, I know that already! - Shut up. - I learned it in school. - Shut up and listen to me. It's a trick to eat pussy, all right? What you need to do is to imagine that your tongue is a pencil. - Uh, okay. As long as my dick isn't also a pencil. - Forget your dick. Your tongue is a pencil, and you want to pretend that your woman's vagina is a book. - How is a woman's pussy like a book? Because it opens? Because it's always better than the movie? Is it a pop-up book? - It's a little notebook, okay? The curly hair is the spiral at the top. And what you do is that you write each letter of the alphabet in that book, with your tongue as a pencil. - Why would I write letters in a notebook? It makes no sense! - Just do what I say. You write the letters of the alphabet: you start with an A, then you do B, then C... You write letters with your tongue, so the way you lick your woman's pussy is always changing. Sometimes you go up and down, sometimes you move around, clockwise, counter-clockwise... It's always different, it never gets boring. - I'm still not sure how that works. - Oh come on! I know you've got enough imagination to figure out how that trick goes. If you can pretend your hand is a pussy, then you can also pretend your tongue is a pencil. - Really, Andrea, I don't see it. Can you show me? - I'm not showing you, she said. You figure it out. - You know, they say that a picture is worth a thousand words. - Yeah, and those thousand words are all: no. - Andrea, I'm begging you. - Not a lick of a chance. - I'm down on my knees. - You're not, and let's keep it that way. It's a good thing I didn't actually kneel in front of Andrea to beg for her help because right at that moment, her girlfriend came in. She was coming back from the grocery store with two whole bags of fruits and vegetables: carrots, cucumbers, parsnips, zucchinis, leeks, plantains and bananas. And also a huge pineapple which hopefully they were planning to eat. Andrea's girlfriend, Zoey, is a hot redhead with curves in all the right places, as the saying goes. I'm not sure what a wrong place would be for a curve; are there actually women out there with boobs growing out of their legs? So anyway, she's got a great set of matching tits and ass, and - according to my fantasy - her whole body is covered in freckles. I've been entertaining a lot of fantasies about Andrea and Zoey: how they kiss each other, caress each other, fuck each other, and also how at some point they get tired of tongues, fingers, dildos and cucumbers, and ask me to join them. The very first part of that fantasy came true: Zoey put down the grocery bags and came over to kiss Andrea. One down, three more to go. I watched their lips meet each other and Zoey wrap her arms around Andrea's shoulders, pulling her closer. I think Zoey was about to stick her tongue out and into her girlfriend's mouth, but Andrea broke off the kiss and looked at me as if she wanted me to go. - I'm going, I said. I'm going right away. Just show me that thing and I'm gone. - I'm not showing you anything, Andrea said. You figure it out. But Zoey didn't understand what we were talking about. - What thing? she said. What thing are you not showing him? - The alphabet, I said. My girlfriend is going to dump me if I don't know the alphabet, but Andrea doesn't want to show me. - Don't listen to him, Andrea said. - Show me in your hand, I said. Pretend your hand is a pussy, and then pretend that pussy is also a book, and then... uh... open that handbook with your tongue which is actually a pencil... - Oh, that alphabet! Zoey said. And then it was Zoey's turn to laugh at me. She must have thought, at first, that I was asking Andrea to show me the actual alphabet, as if I didn't know how to read, but then she understood what I meant. But she kept giggling for a while, and I got the feeling that this was such a basic trick for a lesbian that it was just as funny whether I was asking about the actual alphabet or not. I bet it was like hearing a grown man ask about the birds and the bees. - You need to learn about the alphabet! she said. - I know! But Andrea doesn't want to show me. - We'll show you, she said. - No way, Andrea said. Don't listen to him: he's just pretending that he doesn't understand because he wants to watch. - I don't think he's pretending, Zoey said. - Of course I'm not, I said. Listen to your girlfriend, Andrea. She's right, you know. - Yeah, I don't think he's pretending, Zoey said a second time. I think he really doesn't understand, I believe him. I think he's just as dumb and clueless as he looks. He's so dumb, and stupid, and has no idea - - Okay, okay, I said. We got it. We all got it; even I got it. - Come in the bedroom in five minutes, she said. - Zoey, you're crazy, Andrea said. - That's why you love me, baby! I am not going to spend too much time describing the couple of minutes that followed: it was just me standing there and getting a boner as I imagined what was going on in that bedroom. Every minute I had to wait felt like an hour. The Cialis ads say you should call a doctor if your erection lasts more than four hours; mine lasted five before Zoey called me in. She'd taken off her panties, her jeans and her shoes (but probably not in that order) and was lying on the bed. Andrea was sitting next to her with a frown on her face; she'd only taken off her glasses. I got the impression that Andrea didn't want me there, but that she also couldn't say no to her girlfriend. And apparently Zoey really wanted me there. I didn't ask myself too many questions at the time - I had other things to think about! - but afterwards I wondered why Zoey was so eager to have me watch Andrea go down on her. Why would a lesbian want some guy she barely knows to be there when she is being pleasured by her girlfriend? I thought that maybe Zoey was bisexual and was being turned on at the sight of the bulge in my pants. But I was wrong: Zoey isn't bisexual; she's totally a lesbian. She's a 7 on the Kinsey scale - the only scale on which she's not a 10. I now understand that it wasn't my boner that was turning her on, it was the very idea of a man who has to watch two beautiful women pleasuring each other but isn't allowed to join in on the fun. Zoey didn't care how hard my cock was, she only cared how hard it was for me to not pull it out of my pants. She isn't bisexual, she's a bitch. Andrea must already have done the "edge of the puzzle" part before I got there, because she said: - Now pay attention, because I'm not doing this twice: I'm going to write an A. - Is it okay if I sit on the bed too? - No, you stay there. You stand there and you don't come any closer. - And you keep your hands behind your back, Zoey said. This wasn't what I'd been expecting, but they left me no other choice. It sure would have felt good to sit on the bed right next to Andrea and watch how she licked her hot girlfriend's pussy. I would have been close enough to see and hear every little detail: the goosebumps on Zoey's skin as she got aroused, the soft sounds of her wet pussy, the little gasps Andrea made whenever she caught her breath. I might even have been close enough to brush against Zoey's leg or thigh - in a purely accidental manner, of course. But instead, I was kept away from the action, and I couldn't even pull out my dick and stroke myself while I watched from afar. I had to put my hands behind my back and clench them together to make sure they stayed there. Andrea lowered her head between Zoey's thighs, stuck out just the tip of her pink tongue and wrote the first letter across her girlfriend's smoothly shaven pussy. Actually, it didn't look to me like she was writing; it reminded me more of painting. She was moving her tongue several times over the same spot, as if she wanted to make sure that Zoey felt exactly which part of the letter she was tracing. Andrea's tongue wasn't a pencil - it was a ballpoint pen running out of ink. But Zoey didn't seem to mind: she had her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her lips. Andrea hadn't even finished painting the horizontal bar across the A and already I could hear Zoey breathing long, relaxed sighs of contentment. Learning the Alphabet When they switched to the B, I could tell the change of pace was a new pleasure for Zoey: I saw her toes curl in her little white socks. Andrea slowly moved her tongue up and down to trace the vertical line, then she stopped and turned to me: - Will you stop that? - What? - Stop singing that ABC song. - I thought it helped, I said. - It doesn't. - What about the one by the Jackson Five? She didn't answer but her eyes, her frown, her fingers gripping the bedsheet, all of it said: maybe later. The rest of the B was a series of little licks on the edge of Zoey's pussy and down her left thigh. The C was a counter-clockwise tease that went all around her clit without ever touching it. Then Andrea started to move her tongue up and down again, but on the wrong side. I thought she was writing upside down for the benefit of her girlfriend, but that made no sense because Zoey's eyes were closed shut. I know I was supposed to stay where I was, but I took a step closer to see what was going on. - Oh! that's a lowercase D, I said. - Shut up and go back where we told you to stand. - I didn't know you could mix lowercase and uppercase letters. That's when Andrea finally lost patience with me. She got up from the bed and told me to go. - You've seen enough, she said. You don't need more instructions. If you still don't understand how it works at this point, you'll never get it. - Please Andrea, let me stay a little more. I have no idea how I'm supposed to dot the I. - Oh, you're fucking hopeless! It's a good thing Zoey was there, because otherwise I think I was getting kicked out of the apartment. But the hot redhead was lying in bed half-naked with twenty-two letters worth of pussy licking still to go, and she didn't want to wait even another minute for the next letter. - Let him stay baby, she said. Let him stay until the end. - I can't do this when he's saying dumb bullshit all the time! Andrea said. - Let him stay, he's going to shut up now. And she turned to me and said: - If you keep quiet until the end of the alphabet, there's going to be a reward for you at the end. Then she winked at me and started giggling. I went back to the exact spot where Andrea and Zoey had told me to stand, put my hands behind my back, and kept my mouth shut. I won't pretend that I didn't feel like piping up at some point or another afterwards, but I did manage to stay quiet. Whenever I thought of something really interesting and relevant to say, I remembered Zoey's wink and her promise of a reward, and I decided that whatever I'd thought of wasn't that interesting after all. Meanwhile Andrea had gone through both the E and the F (long licks across Zoey's pussy), then the G (counter-clockwise like the C, but getting closer to the center). The H was anything but a silent H: Zoey was breathing heavily and the bedsheet was rustling under her beautiful body as she pulled up her tank top. I saw her brightly coloured bra underneath, and felt my dick grow even harder at the very thought of seeing her take it off. I'm going to be entirely honest with you: I actually had an idea about how to dot the I. I'd lied to Andrea earlier because I was looking for a reason to stay and keep watching her go down on her girlfriend. But the idea I had was nothing compared to the way Andrea did it when she wrote that letter. She started by licking Zoey's slit, going very slowly but also very deep, in long up-and-down motions. Zoey moaned with pleasure and pushed her bra up a bit, trying to get her breasts out. How I wish I could have given her a helping hand! And then it was time to dot the I: Andrea pulled her tongue out of her girlfriend's pussy, and brought her open mouth just above her clit. She stayed there for several seconds, breathing softly, and Zoey finally managed to get out of her bra and grab both of her breasts with her hands. When Andrea brushed Zoey's clit with her pink tongue, the whole apartment was filled with cries of ecstasy. Rarely is the question asked: is our children learning? But I know I asked myself this very question that one time. I weep for the future of this country if this is the kind of alphabet they're learning in school nowadays. What followed didn't remotely look like a J, a K or an L. In Andrea's defense, it was probably difficult to concentrate with Zoey shouting "Yeah lick me baby, lick me!" over and over. Who knows? those fingers she slid into Zoey's pussy while she sucked on her clit might have been some sort of sign language for the next couple of letters. And I know Zoey was trying to do her share too: when Andrea moved one of her hands up and squeezed Zoey's nipple, I heard a humming sound - like a long, drawn-out M. This was such an amazing scene to behold: Zoey massaging her big breasts while her sexy girlfriend Andrea was fingering her and sucking on her clit. The only thing missing to make it perfect would have been me taking Andrea from behind and sticking my hard cock into her moist pussy just as the two lesbians both had an orgasm. Hadn't Zoey said I would get a reward if I did what she said? And what better reward for my good behaviour than to let me join these two hot babes and fuck each of them in turn? First peeling these tight jeans off Andrea and filling her up with my big fat cock while she keeps licking Zoey's pussy, then push her further up the bed so she sits across Zoey's face while I finish with my thick, throbbing dick what she started with her tongue? Andrea with her girlfriend's tongue stuck up her cunt writing dirty words in cuneiform script, Zoey with her mouth full of pussy juice and her pussy full of man juice, and me with a sexy, curvy, red-haired goddess impaled on my cock: everyone got something out of that arrangement! So I inched my way to stand behind Andrea and was about to pull down my pants when - No! she shouted. - No! Zoey said. I guess that covered both the N and the O, so I went back to my spot and minded my P's and Q's. I am not sure what happened to the rest of the alphabet; all I know is that Zoey got rid of her tank top, her bra and her socks, threw everything on the floor and then pulled Andrea back onto the edge of the bed. I saw Andrea stick two fingers into her girlfriend's wet pussy and tease her clit with very quick flicks of the tongue... and then I didn't see anything anymore. Zoey had wrapped her legs around Andrea's neck and was pushing the sexy brunette's head into her crotch. Was Andrea sucking Zoey's clit, licking it or even nibbling on it with her teeth? Was she massaging her girlfriend's G-spot with her fingers or sliding those fingers in and out of Zoey's juicy cunt? What was Andrea doing with her remaining fingers, with her thumb, with her whole other hand? Your guess is as good as mine. But either way, Zoey must have been enjoying it, because she was squealing with delight. She kept pushing down on Andrea's head with both hands and begging her not to stop, and sometimes she would arch her back with a loud moan. When Andrea reached the letter Z, Zoey started to shake her head left and right and to twist her body. Her legs were still locked around Andrea's neck, and her pussy was still welded to Andrea's face, but everything else was twitching. It was as if the blissful feeling of being fucked by her girlfriend's soft tongue and fingers had made Zoey lose control of her own body. Her eyes were either closed shut or wide open, her fingers were pulling onto Andrea's hair, her big breasts with the hard nipples were bouncing around. The orgasm was barely letting her speak: all she was able to say was "oh", "hmm" and something that sounded like the bellowing of a baby ox. Eventually, she was unable to make a sound, and all I could hear was a slurping noise and the squeaking of the box spring. Zoey let out a deep sigh and relaxed her grip on Andrea's hair and neck. She spread her arms and stretched on the bed, perfectly at peace. Staring at her from my corner of the bedroom, I couldn't get enough of her sexy body: the soft, pale skin, the round hips, the amazing breasts dancing up and down as Zoey caught her breath. Andrea was also catching her breath, but she didn't look as sexy as her girlfriend at that moment: her hair was a mess, her face was red and glistening sweat, and there was nothing sexy about the way she looked at me - unless it was to be the first steps of the most violent hatefuck ever. - ... Y and Z, she said. Get lost. - Wait a sec, I said. What about my reward? I was promised a reward if I was quiet. - Your reward is what you just saw - that's your reward. - That wasn't a reward, that was torture! I had to watch you two with my hands behind my back. Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? - He's right, Zoey said, he deserves a reward. Come here and get on your knees. I know what you think: you think what Zoey meant was that my reward would be to get down on my knees in front of her and lick her pussy. You think she wanted another orgasm and that Andrea was too tired to give it to her. I also thought the same thing at first, but then I remembered I'd been fooled already once that day when Andrea had asked me to show her how I went down on a woman. So it was without any expectations that I knelt down at the side of the bed where Zoey was lying. She turned on her side to look at me, giggled, and then she sat on the edge of the bed. She was still naked, of course, and her pussy was now exactly at the same level as my eyes; her big breasts were looming above my head. It should have been the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, and yet there was something awkward about it all. The way Zoey was sitting so high while I was kneeling on the ground felt weird, and also how she was looking down at me. I didn't think I was going to be licking her pussy anymore. - You're ready for your reward? she said. - Yes. - Pull down your pants. Something about the way she was talking to me and staring down at me made it impossible not to obey, so I pulled my pants and my underwear down to my knees. It would have been more comfortable to take them off completely, but it was already some relief to get my hard cock out of these tight clothes. I looked back up, and now Andrea was sitting cross-legged on the bed behind Zoey; I could see her head above one of Zoey's shoulders. Both women were laughing. They hadn't laughed at a single one of my jokes, but now they were laughing as if seeing me on my knees with my cock in my hand had been the funniest thing they'd ever heard of. - Look at that sweet little boy! Zoey said. Look at how small he is! - Is your little pee-pee getting hard, little boy? Andrea said. - You thought you would get a piece of this with that little dick of yours? - Silly little boy! I'm not a little boy, and if you recall what I wrote earlier about what you and I look like, my dear reader, I'm also very well-endowed; but the sight of these two women towering over me made me feel like a little boy with a one-inch-long dick. And it wasn't just because of the weird perspective and the fact that I had to crane my neck to look up at them - although it certainly gave me the impression I'd shrunk to the size of a child. It was also the way they were teasing me, the tone of their voices when they talked, the words they used. I'd thought of fucking them both earlier, back when I was taller and had a long, thick cock; but now that this was out of the question, there was something awkward and embarrassing about them seeing me naked. I felt my blood rush to my head and knew I must be blushing, and yet I also felt pulses of the very same hot blood in the grip of my hand: I was getting harder than I'd ever been. - Look at him blush! Andrea said. - Don't be shy, little boy. It's time for your lesson. Now that you know the letters of the alphabet, you're going to learn your numbers. - I already know my numbers, I said. - Hush, little boy. You're going to learn your numbers, and you're going to be quiet during your lesson. - Are you going to teach me the number sixty-nine? - Shut up! Andrea said. - Hush, little boy. I don't want to hear another word from you. Now Andrea is going to count to ten, and while she's counting I want you to stroke that tiny, little dick of yours. And when she gets to ten, you're going to come for me. And so this is what was to be my "reward": I got to kneel on a bedroom floor with my pants pulled down and have two sexylesbians watch me jerk off while one of them counted slowly from one to ten. Meanwhile the other one was sitting just in front of me, completely naked, and yet I wasn't allowed to plunge my hard cock inside her wet pussy or suck on those gorgeous nipples. But that wasn't all: apart from letting me see her amazing body without letting me touch it, Zoey also kept teasing me during the whole lesson, heaping piles of abuse on my head. How was that a reward? Was it what I deserved for my trouble? Was it what Zoey had promised me if I stood in one spot and didn't touch myself while Andrea went through all twenty-six letters of the alphabet on her pussy? I wish I'd known the details of my reward beforehand, but it was too late: once again, I had to follow Zoey's orders or leave. And so for the next couple of minutes, Andrea was counting, Zoey was taunting, and I was pounding. - One. - Come on, my sweet little boy. - Two. - Yeah, that's it: rub your tiny dick for me. - Three. - I bet you wish you could stick it inside that hot, wet pussy instead, right? - Four. - Or would you rather slide it between these big tits? Look how soft and round they are! - Five. - Imagine sliding your tiny dick up and down between my tits while I squeeze them together. Wouldn't you like it? - Six. - But you won't, silly boy. What a silly boy you are! Your tiny dick doesn't belong anywhere close to this amazing body. - Seven. - Faster, you little prick! Stroke it faster and harder! I want to see you come all over yourself. - Eight. - Look, baby, he's coming! Oh, look at him! I guess it's true what they say about how seven ate nine, because I never made it any further. The pressure that had been building up while I stared at Zoey's glistening pussy was finally released, and I felt spurts after spurts of hot seed shoot out of my dick. I kept rubbing my fingers up and down my thick shaft; it was as if I would never stop coming - but I ran out of juice eventually. When I finally stopped, there was sperm everywhere: on my hand, on my shirt, on my pants, on the floor in front of me. The last couple of sticky drops were still oozing out of my pee hole and slowly trickling down my cock. Andrea recoiled in disgust and ran to the kitchen to get some paper towels. But Zoey seemed to think it was hilarious, and she laughed so hard she had to lie down on the bed again. It wasn't the little giggles I'd heard earlier when she'd been told that I wanted to learn the alphabet, or even the sarcastic laughter she and her girlfriend had shared when they'd seen me down on my knees; it was the mad cackle of an evil witch who just realized how powerful she is. Then Andrea came back with the paper towels, gave me a handful, said she'd never seen anything so gross and went to take a shower. As I was wiping myself clean, I noticed that Zoey was getting up from the bed. She looked at me again, laughed some more, told me she was also going to take a shower and then she winked at me. * Now you know your A,B,C - won't you come all over me? *