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Lessons

By: Tattered Angel



She leans against the pole, shivers with anticipation. Naked, blindfolded, gagged. A patent red leather collar around her neck. Boots, more red patent leather, thigh high, 5-inch heels. Feet about a foot apart. Long red latex gloves, arms behind her back, behind the pole, arms lashed with rough rope, the cold metal against her spine, soothing against her well-fucked ass. He’d taken her before placing her here. She arches her back at the memory.

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She stomped into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Wandering out from his study, he gave her a worried glance. “Bad day Pet?”

“The worst. My idiot manager wouldn’t know a good idea if it leapt out and bit him on the ass. And if he did, he’d probably try and seduce it into his office.”

Patricia sighed then hung up her coat and dropped her purse on the table. His eyes roamed over her body, smiling to himself as it was obvious why his pet’s manager had been hitting on her. Her suit, while professional, was very flattering to her figure. She caught his gaze and, sensing his thoughts, poked her tongue out at him before moving to prepare drinks for the both of them. He reached out and caught her wrist. “Tut tut Pet. You know better to stick that out at me without plans to use it.” His eyes twinkled as he looks down at her, doing his best to maintain his serious expression. 

She smiled back up at him then licked his lips. “You didn’t say how I had to use it,” she quipped, looking back at him unrepentantly.

A look of indignation crossed his face and then he broke into a chuckle. “You’re incorrigible Pet. You really are.”

“Mmm, you love it though.”

“Perhaps. And perhaps it was time you had a lesson or two refreshed in your mind.”

“Oh?” came the giggled reply.

He took her hands and cuffed them behind her back. “Yes. Oh. And you may even enjoy it.” 

An hour later, lying there and feeling sore, yet very contented, she’d turned to him and said “You call that a lesson?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he eyed her. “Hmm, Maybe not. Maybe it’s time for a special lesson. Put on the outfit I bought you last week, the red one. I have phone calls to make.”

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Silence, broken. The sound of his voice, showing people in. The feel of unseen eyes caressing her, her nakedness. Heat growing between her legs. Murmurs and rustles as the watchers take their seats. He steps up to her, kisses her cheek, places clamps on her nipples. Then, the sudden sting of a riding crop against the back of her thigh. A low moan, almost totally muffled by the gag in her mouth. Another sting, across her breast. Another. Another. Random locations. Random timing. Turned on beyond belief. Pleasure. Pain. Suddenly stopping. She whimpers and squirms against the pole.

A light touch on her thigh, an unfamiliar one. A pinch of her ass on the other side. Someone admiring the brand above her puffy pussy lips. Touching it softly. Sliding their fingers over her smooth shaven lips, sliding between. Stroking her clit. Another hand, flicking a nipple out of nowhere. Heat building. The clamps removed, to be replaced by lips, tongues teasingly licking at them, teeth tugging on them. The finger teasing her clit sliding further back, in, another joining it, thrusting into her wetness. Something as wet as her flicking at her clit, someone’s tongue. Hands pulling her ass away from the pole, another tongue tantalizing her there. Bites on her ass, the sides of her breasts. Hands stroking her sides, her legs. Pleasure beyond her wildest imaginings.

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Patricia had met him at her best friend’s birthday party. Rachelle was a lively 24 year old with more money than sense. They’d both worked in the same office for the past two years. Well, Patricia had worked while Rachelle played at it. Her uncle was one of the company’s primary investors. Over the course of the years the two women had built up a firm friendship.

Patricia was standing near one of the bars in Rachelle’s uncle’s house, watching Rachelle dancing on one of the tables with two cute guys holding each hand to steady her as she did.

“Rachelle’s always been a wild one” came a voice near her ear. She startled and twirled around to find herself staring up into the most captivating eyes she’d ever encountered. “Friend of hers I assume?”

“Yes. Patricia. Rachelle and I work together.”

“It’s lovely to meet you Pet.”

“Patricia. I don’t like my name shortened.”

“Ah, but you see, your eyes are simply begging me to call you Pet.”

“Patricia.”

“Pet,” he murmured softly with a charming smile. He took her hand in his and kissed her palm. She melted inside.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you call me Pet. But only for tonight.”

“But of course. Although, one question remains. What’s a pet doing here without her master?”

She laughed and blushed, then asked him to come dance with her. He nodded his consent and they walked over to the dance floor hand in hand.

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She feels someone behind her, gliding hands over her shoulders. Such a familiar touch. Him. He bites her neck then licks up to her ear. “Enjoying yourself Pet?” The warmth of his breath makes her shiver. He cups her breasts in his hands, guiding them from one eager mouth to another, controlling her, controlling them. Soft kisses on her shoulder combine with untender bites. She can imagine his face, as he looks down on those worshipping her body, but only on his sufferance.

He steps back from her, unlaces her arms. Claps his hands, three sharp ones. Tells everyone to move back, for the best is now to come. Pushes her to her knees, then forward again onto her hands. Shackles one of her ankles to the pole. Steps back again and allows the others back to her. 

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Slowly over time, he’d introduced her to his world. A world of sensuality. A world where he’d protect her, guide her, through feelings of pleasure and pain, then swirling the two together in the headiest combination she’d experienced in her life. A world of trust, her trusting him to never let her come to experience lasting harm, him trusting her to follow his commands and to remain purely his.

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Hands, lips, tongues, teeth. Stroking, caressing, licking, biting. Someone removes the gag and pushes her head down towards someone’s crotch on the floor in front of her. She sticks out her tongue, expecting to find something to lick. Thin air greets it. She moves her head forward. Still nothing. A loud moan as the realisation hits her. Lowers her head, licking gently at pussy lips as smooth as hers. A hand guiding her head closer as a cock enters her pussy and then, another in her ass. Moaning against the warm wet folds of flesh, then sliding her tongue between them as some unknown person had done to hers only minutes earlier. Tongue exploring the unfamiliar yet oh so similar pussy on her face between moans. Moans of sheer pleasure, from the cocks in her pussy and ass, from the caresses, from the torture of her nipples as her breasts swung below her and finally, from the sperm hitting her back from one impatient bystander. 

Loud groans behind her, cocks withdrawing, leaving her empty and longing for more, more cum hitting her back, her ass, her thighs. Only to be replaced by more cocks, thrusting away inside her, a rhythm of carnality. Hands massaging in the cooling cum. The woman beneath her tongue beginning to buck and moan, the sound of purest, yet basest, pleasure, as orgasm swept her away. The hand on her head remaining there to ensure it was just the first of many. More deliciously warm sperm hitting her, covering her in it as yet again her pussy and ass were relinquished to yet another set of men. One cock in her ass. She gasps loudly, as the next one, rather than heading for her pussy, begins to push in beside the first. Then moans, as a mouth clamps over her clit, sucking, licking, biting gently, distracting her away from this new violation of her ass. Half a minute later, with one last lick, the mouth pulls back, leaving her to deal with the new sensations. Panting into the pussy in front of her as she concentrates on not letting the pain overwhelm her. Realising the pain is only heightening her pleasure. Beginning to moan as first one, then the other pushes deep inside of her. 

He’s by her side again, pushing her hair back from her ear, whispering “Now Pet”, pulling back as a primal sound of pleasure escapes her lips, pushing herself backwards, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life. It ebbs then builds again, this time causing her to squeal with the intensity of it. Emptiness, greater this time, as both pull out from her, both covering her with massive amounts of sperm as a mouth, maybe the same one, maybe another, covers her pussy to lap at her juices as they drip out with each pulse of her cunt. Another orgasm, milder this time, moaned into the pussy her mouth is buried in as she sets to work cleaning it up, lapping gently, savouring the taste of the juices.

Gentle hands lift her up from her hands and knees. He pulls her close, wraps his arms around her. Slowly the noise of people leaving dies away until all is silent, except for the sound of the two of them breathing. He pulls the blindfold from her eyes and looks down at her. She stares back, rapture clear in her eyes. He kisses her softly and whispers, “I’m glad you liked your lesson. My sweet Pet.”

Lessons



He pulled away, undressing for her, making a show of it. He was well built, his rigid member standing out from his body, long, twitching with every beat of his heart. A clear, glistening drop of precum drew her eyes to him and she blushed as she could not stop the moan of appreciation that slipped from her.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, slowly stroking himself, stepping so that the tip was inches from her mouth. 

"Yes... please...." Her voice shook as she tried to kiss the tip, only to have him step back.

"Not yet." She nearly sobbed when he said that. With a smile he went back to exploring, teasing her pulsing button, bringing her to the edge and then bringing her back.

He drank the nectar that flowed from her, tongue lapping eagerly at her flesh. He sucked her button, moaning as she flooded his mouth with her sweet juices. This was what he had looked for, dreamed of. Now she was here and he wanted her to scream with pleasure--to never want to leave.

She was going mad. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his length filling her. "Please! I need you!"

He moved up her body, kissing the warm, sweat slicked flesh lovingly. "When I take you, nothing will ever feel as good, no one will ever take my place." He kissed her fiercely. "Say it...."

She looked into his eyes, hers glazed with need. "No one but you...."

He pressed into her as deeply as he could, feeling the extra tightness as he entered her womb. She cried out as he shifted, holding her legs up against his chest as he thrust in and out with agonizing slowness. He watched her and also glanced at the sight of his thickness moving in and out of her, parting the sweetly swollen lips that looked like the petals of a dew kissed rose. 

He drove her to the first of many orgasms, thrilled at the sight of her breasts heaving as she thrashed beneath him. He then began to thrust harder, driving himself into her and allowing one hand to stroke her button mercilessly. 

She was screaming out as she climaxed over and over. When he moved to thrust his manhood into her mouth she took it eagerly, sucking it down into her throat as her hands stroked and caressed his sac. He clutched her hair as he watched her suckling him. He would fill her womb with his seed later--for now he wanted to see her suck him dry, take him into her, feed from him.

With a howl he exploded, moaning as she missed not a drop of his offering to her. She sucked until nothing was left, whimpering when he pulled away to settle beside her. He held her close, cuddling her and whispering. "The night is yet young, we will share ourselves many times before the dawn comes." He kissed her neck tenderly. "Next I will show you pleasure and pain...." 

She was dazed, sated. Never had a man made her feel like this. She lay there, moaning softly every time her tender nipples brushed his skin. When they had slept a while he awoke her with a kiss.

"Now... to experience pain."

He rolled her over and brought his hand down on her rounded ass. She cried out and moaned. He spanked her until her ass was red and she was writhing in need. Then he pulled her from the bed and guided her to a special room. She gaped as he settled her on a padded table and strapped her arms and legs down. Her legs were far apart and she whimpered as he took a thin whip from a shelf. 

"Noooo...."

His reaction was quick. He struck her across the breasts hard with the leather whip.

"Yes... and you will soon beg for more...."

She soon was lost in a world of pain and pleasure. He would spank, pinch, bite... then plunge his tongue, fingers or manhood inside her. She was brought close to climax numerous times and dropped back each time. Her body was burning from the welts and the aching in her loins. She was sobbing as he teased her yet again. Then with a savage move he slammed into her, pounding her swollen sex roughly. 

He gripped her hips as he filled her with himself. As she rammed back against him he felt his release approaching. As she screamed out, he filled her with his seed, almost feeling it hit the walls of her fertile womb. He reached down and pinched her button, making her climax again.

"Yessss" 

The word came out as a hiss as she tightened around him. He withdrew and undid her bonds. With surprising strength he carried to the bath and tenderly cleaned her and dressed her hurts. He placed in bed and held her tightly as she drifted off to sleep. 

"Sleep well beloved... tomorrow I will make you truly mine... for all eternity."



Lessons



She was wearing her old school sports uniform. I said nothing. It was probably all that she had at the time. Increasingly over the previous few weeks, Amanda’s clothes had descended into the oldest and tattiest possible. I had the impression that she was having problems at home, but wanted to leave it there. So I never pushed her.

Watching her set up in those clothes, it reminded me of when I frequently saw her dressed that way. Little V-neck t-shirt and pleated mini-skirt: very distracting. But I had work to do. I never thought she’d take me up on my offer but she did. Maybe just to get away from home occasionally.

Amanda has very small hands - delicate would be the best word. And very small fingers, so guitar is not the ideal instrument for her. But I had offered to help her, and now she wanted guitar lessons. So it was a simple arrangement, I teach her some songs and techniques for one hour a week, and I get twenty bucks. Worked well, considering I wasn’t actually a guitar tutor.

At least that was how it was supposed to work, over the past month or so she hadn’t been able to pay me anything. But I was still willing to give her lessons. It gave me something to do and something to look forward to each week.

She sat on the chair across from my bed and started strumming a song I had taught her a while ago. She seemed content so I just watched and listened. I remembered a time when she smiled more often, a time when she would have worn that uniform for a reason other than that it was the only thing available.

When Amanda smiled, it was cute, but somehow gloriously beautiful at the same time. Something I had never thought possible, to look childish and mature at once. Her face would light up. And framed by her golden hair, she was to me something I could only dream of being close to. But she didn’t smile any more. She just looked weary. Her clothes faded and worn, with holes appearing in her shirt.

She continued strumming and asked me what the lesson plan was. I said that she could just play all the songs she could remember for me. So I could see how she was doing. “Sort of a revision lesson,” I said. And she just strummed away vacantly.

Amanda never used to seem so detached to me. She used to always smile and participate. That very distracting uniform used to fly in the breeze as she would toss footballs, chase tennis balls, and bounce around basketball courts. Bouncing, she always looked good when bouncing. Her torso matched her hands, small and delicate. But down below she looked massive in comparison. Her hips seemed too large for her upper body, and her thighs matched her hips.

The way she thundered around would shake her thighs and make her ass bounce beautifully. The disproportion of Amanda was such that she looked bottom heavy, but due to her delicate and very feminine features above, you couldn’t imagine her any other way.

“What do you think?” I was startled, but it was my own fault. She was staring at me with an unfortunately disinterested expression.

“Very good,” I felt stupid. Worse I felt like I was some old sentimentalist, dreaming about how things used to be. Of course that just made me think of what it could’ve been like with Amanda, but now she had grown distant and she would have no interest in me. She probably wouldn’t have been interested back then either.

“Hour’s up,” she said. I nodded, and she began packing up. I was suddenly brought back to more practical matters.

“Amanda, has everything been going alright?” I asked. She just looked at me. “I mean it has been a while since you’ve been able to pay me. I was just wondering, that’s all.” She looked down, finished packing away her guitar. I thought she was going to say she couldn’t do this any more.

She walked over to me, not looking in my eyes.

“Lie down,” she said to my chest.

“What?” She came closer and pushed me back onto my bed. She then proceeded to pull my shorts off. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything. But really, I suppose I do. I already had an erection at the thought of it. Amanda didn’t even look at my stiff rod. She just climbed onto the bed.

She mounted me, fully clothed. A slight adjustment to her underwear and she slipped herself onto my rod, without comment or sound of any kind. She squatted, knees out to the sides, and bounced. It felt wonderful to me; Amanda seemed very loose, very accommodating of my member. She just bounced away, mindlessly.

Her eyes were closed. Her expression neutral. Gripping the sheets she rode me without any sign of pleasure. As for me, there was pleasure in abundance. She seemed to be exerting herself more as if in exercise than in passion. I attempted to stimulate her clit, but it seemed to make no difference to her.

Her motion made her skirt lift in only the slightest manner. Any view of her womanhood was also obscured by the panties she still wore. I think the continued lubrication came more from her sweat than from any possible arousal. Her breathing was shallow and ragged as of someone running a marathon. In essence, she was doing just that.

She continued. I became almost numbed by the monotony of her pussy, until I came. I squirted into her, barely able to move, moaning under her. She continued, and my orgasm lengthened, pouring more into her. She continued not seeming to notice my deposit.

Instead of going flaccid I remained erect, and Amanda continued. The most pleasurable feelings subsided yet my rod remained stiff, and Amanda did not cease her pounding. I began to observe her in greater detail. The way her thighs and buttocks rippled with every bounce, the glisten her sweat brought to her skin. The barely perceptible jiggle of her breasts, bound as they were and hidden beneath her shirt.

Her eyes remained closed; sweat soaked and matted her hair, dripping onto me. A frown crossed her forehead and remained there, testament to her effort. Speaking of effort, despite my continued erection, I found it difficult to remain aroused. I ran my hands over her legs, no change – in her or me. I fondled her breasts, no change. I caressed her face, she only frowned harder. I found that she was strangely attractive with her face screwed up.

I attempted to talk to her, no effect. I tried fingering her asshole, but her expression remained unchanged. And Amanda continued. After a while it was intolerable and I finally came again. Even more powerful than the first one, this orgasm produced more fluid than I would have thought possible for a second come.

Amanda continued to pound me while my come dribbled from her pussy down my shaft. This time I did go soft, gradually. As my strength lessened my semi-hard member slid from her womanhood, and she continued. Her bounces shook my come out from her and onto me. Her expression, her demeanour, her breathing all said that she hadn’t noticed I was spent.

“Amanda,” I said gently at first. “AMANDA!” That also didn’t work. I had to grab her shoulders and shake her violently before she stopped, so intent was she on her rhythm. And when I shook her, she looked very scared, and combined with her breathlessness, she seemed to me a creature terrified of a predator. Even though her expression softened, it didn’t stop her from scrambling off the bed.

“I have to go,” she said so quietly. She walked awkwardly to her guitar case, and had trouble bending due to her worn out legs. She reached down and fixed her knickers, looked at me and then left. I was still half-dressed, come covering my now very soft dick and matting my pubes. Somehow though, I didn’t notice this immediately, and simply sat on my bed for a while, thinking.

I couldn’t say who was fucking who. I wasn’t fucking her because she was the only one doing anything. She wasn’t fucking me because she didn’t seem to enjoy it at all. Indeed it seemed that she was spent after a great workout rather than an extensive session of sex. But she had gone for nearly an hour without showing any emotion.

The image of her walking from my house, flushed from exertion and sweat soaking her clothes and hair, and me just staring after with my flaccid member coated with my own goo, that replaced any smiling face or happy time in my memory. 

Next time I saw her, she was still looking bad, but acted as if nothing happened between us. And it never did again, I was just her guitar tutor. I never asked her for payment again.



Lessons



I had been watching my mother's friend, Mrs. Ashlock, for many years. She was about forty-five with a face pretty enough for a movie star and a slender but voluptuous body that was the envy of her friends. I was what they call "sexually precocious," I guess. Women's bodies became an object of vague, unfocused but intense desire at about the age of seven. Photos in popular magazines such as hosiery and swimsuit ads drew my interest and caused an unidentified but pleasurable stirring in my chest. Janet Ashlock, however was real flesh and blood and was often in our home or we in hers. 

Once, when the Ashlock's were visiting I was sitting quietly in a dark corner of the family room when my mother and Mrs. Ashlock came in. They were chatting excitedly about the vacation the Ashlock's had just returned from. 

"And a lot of sun!" Mrs. Ashlock was saying, "just look!" She raised her skirt almost all the way up her thighs to display her tan. The sight of her long, sleek legs caused a rush in my blood that nearly tore my teen-aged head off. From that time forward, I dreamed of her, plotted to hang around her and schemed to see more of her lush body. I watched like a hawk for her to cross her legs so I could catch a glimpse of leg. I sidled around to peek between the buttons of her blouse at the curve of her tits. Later, I sort of outgrew those adolescent behaviors but I never lost the desire to see Janet Ashlock naked. When I was seventeen, the Ashlocks hosted a cookout and we all ended up swimming in their pool. Mrs. Ashlock wore a conservative one-piece tank suit but I still had to stay in the water most of the evening to hide my excitement. When I was eighteen, I got the chance for more--- much, much more!

She called one day and asked me to help her move furniture so she could paint and paper her living room. It was a hot day; she was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of tailored shorts that left her legs bare --- short shorts. They were still long, still sleek and still tanned and if they seemed heavier and rounder with a little more soft feminine flesh than they had that day in the family room, that made them all the more compelling and desirable and much sexier. I began to get hard at the first sight of them.

We moved the recliner to the next room, then continued to move furniture out of the living room. As I was attempting to place a heavy end table in the hallway she took hold of it to help me set it down and pressed one of those big soft tits hard into my left biceps. It turned me on like a light! After that, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her figure --- the shorts clung to her bottom every time she bent over and the curve of her cheeks were clearly visible to my delighted gaze.

After about three hours, we were both warm and glad to see the end of the work. She asked if I would like a beer, which I gladly accepted. I yearned to stay for more. Her nipples were pressing hard against the tee shirt. I was dizzy with desire and couldn't believe my luck when she invited me to stay for lunch. She made some great sandwiches and we talked and laughed as we ate and drank beer. When she was finished she pushed her plate back, placed her forearms on the table and rested both tits on them. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.

She suggested that we move to the living room where sat sort of sideways on the sofa so we could face each other and had another beer. She looked down at my cock, and grinned; she could see the bulge in my jeans. 

She smiled, "Why David!" she said, "apparently I haven't tired you out enough!"

There was something in her smile and her voice that encouraged me so I screwed up my courage. "I've known you since I was a kid," I said, "and had many a fantasy about you." 

"I didn't know you had those feelings for me, David." She crossed her legs and the shorts rode up a little revealing the soft under curve of her thigh. I didn't bother to pretend not to look.

"I've always had feelings where you are concerned," I confessed.

"What would you like to do about it?" she asked, the smile still in place.

"I've wanted to make love to you ever since I found out what it means." 

"I'm surprised, David!  I thought I was too old to be considered hot by a young man of your age." I could see that she was pleased with my confession. She placed her arm along the back of the sofa and leaned toward me, her back arched to press her tits against the tee shirt. Her nipples were rigid. I gazed openly at them.

"Nope!" I said, "you're hotter than any girl in my class --- or anyone else that I know for that matter."

Again, she looked down at my growing bulge and said, "So I see". She moved toward me on the sofa till our knees were touching, then let her hand trail slowly up my jeans and pressed softly on my cock. I couldn't suppress a gasp at the unexpected touch.

"Does this bother you, David?" she asked softly? "Do you want me to stop?"

"No --- no --- I ---" She moved closer and took my wrist in her other hand, drew it toward her and placed my hand flat on top of her thigh. It felt warm and soft and slightly moist. It was heaven! I squeezed lightly, then harder. I 

moved my hand boldly higher till it rested against the edge of her shorts, her flesh was softer there; my knuckles brushed against the fabric between her legs.

She closed her fingers on the bulge, looked up and smiled into my eyes. My heart began to pound. "Can you be discreet, David?" she asked softly, her eyes directly into mine, "I'd like very much to give you what you want, to fulfil your fantasy but you mustn't tell anyone. Can it be just our secret?"

"Sure!"

"Good!" she said and leaned forward. She took my face in her hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. "We can have a lot of fun and --- pleasure, David. Now and --- anytime we want to. Does that suit you?"

"Y-yes!" I managed to stammer and cursed my voice for sounding dry and scared.

"Come with me, then," she said softly.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Don won't be home till late tonight," she said, "and there is no one else here." We faced each other, my hand still in hers. I could feel her fingers massaging mine encouragingly. Her other hand went back to my hard-on and stroked softly. "Would you like to remove my top for me?" she asked. I nearly fell down with joy.

"S-sure!" I stammered.

I pulled her tee shirt over her head and gasped as two beautiful tits bounced softly into view. As I had guessed, she wore no bra. She was everything that I had dreamt about. Her tits were cantilevered cones of softness marked by bikini tan lines and sloped down to wide ovals of rough titty flesh as big as silver dollars; they sagged a little --- just enough to show that they were all natural, no silicone or plastic surgery. Her nipples were large and already stiff with anticipation. She turned a little and the light from the window outlined them perfectly. She smiled a big smile and stepped forward, pulled my tee shirt over my head and took her time feeling the muscles in my chest. Slowly, she put her arms around me and drew me to her. I returned the embrace eagerly and felt those gorgeous tits flatten against me. She laid her head on my chest.

"Oh, David! You feel wonderful! Do you like this --- holding each other like this?"

"It's wonderful!" I said and felt foolish for sounding so weak. She pulled my head down with her hands and we shared our first hard, passionate kiss. Her lips were hot on mine and soon parted as she slipped her tongue between my lips. Then she began to teach me.

"David, are you enjoying this? Do you want to play with me a little?"

"Sure, I mean, --- yes!" 

"There's no need to be nervous, David. You're pleasing me very much!" 

Our arms were still around each other with her breasts pressed tight against me. I let my hands drift down to her bottom and squeezed both cheeks. "That's right! You can feel me up all you want to, David. I'm here with you and for you. I'm all yours this afternoon. You can touch me, caress me or feel me anywhere you want and whenever you want." 

Her voice was still soft but had a new tone --- huskier and vibrant and full of heat. She pulled back slightly and turned till she was sideways in my arms. "Here," she said, "do this for me." She guided my hand to her tit and pressed it over the soft hillock of flesh. "M-m-m-m! That is so good! Squeeze --- that's it --- now lift and squeeze --- A-h-h-h! That's something that women like a lot --- gentle squeezing! Do it some more! There! Now, brush my nipple with your thumb. --- That's it! Yes! --- O-h-h-h, so good! --- Do the other one now. --- M-m-m-m, your hands are so big and warm --- they feel so strong."

"Your breasts are very exciting," I said with as much sophistication as I could muster.

"Thank you, David. You know, it's even more exciting if you call them my tits --- or my titties --- it's alright with me! Here!" She guided my hand again, this time down between her legs. "Squeeze me here!" I closed my hand over her mound. "That's my pussy, David, or you can call it my cunt if you want to. It's getting very moist because you are exciting me and you can have it very soon but I need a little more up here first." She pulled my hands back to her tits. "What are these?" she asked like a teacher.

"Your titties," I murmured, "Your big beautiful tits!"

"Oh, yes, darling David! My big soft tits! All for you my sweet lover! Now pinch my nipple a little and pull on it --- yes, like that! Now, --- and don't be shocked, David. --- I want you to hurt me a little bit. Pinch harder --- harder! OH! Yes! Do it some more! It's what makes me melt! It's what makes me want you! OH! OH! --- Yes! Like that! Now the other one --- quick!  Please!  OH! Yes! OH! God! I like that so much! That is so good, David. You are a quick learner and a terrific lover!"

Then she told me to strip off my jeans. When I got down to my underwear, she stopped me.

"This is where I take over," she said. I didn't know what she had in mind but I stood before her and allowed her to do what she wanted. She knelt before me and looked at my hard-on still trapped in my shorts. She fondled it slowly with her fingers, stroked it, then placed her mouth over the fabric and started to suck my cock though my shorts. She pulled on it gently with her teeth and I almost came right then. 

She must have known what was going on with me because she looked up and said, "Please try to hang on, David! Please don't come yet! I want to enjoy your beautiful cock for a few minutes. I promise that I'll give you everything you want but let me make love to you for a little while, please!"

Then she pulled my shorts down and took hold of me. "M-m! David! You have a gorgeous big prick my darling! I'm going to love making love to you!" She settled her cheek next to it and cuddled it, stroking it with her palms. "And these big wonderful balls! God! You are an exciting lover!" She cupped them and massaged gently. Then she began to suck me for real --- slowly. I took it for as long as I could then fell back onto the bed and stopped her before I came. 

"It's alright, David! You can come in my mouth! I want you to! Please do it for me!" She captured me again in her mouth and I felt her lips and tongue pulling hard. I exploded in a matter of seconds, filling her mouth and covering her lips and chin with semen. I lay there, trembling, filled with a strange mixture of horror and satisfaction and power.

"M-m!" she grinned at me as she licked the cum off her lips, "You taste good, lover!" She let me look at her cum-streaked face for a few seconds, then wiped it clean with her tee shirt and continued kissing my thighs and licking my balls. She sucked my cock softly for a few more seconds. Then she paused and looked up at me along my body. 

"How was that, David?"

"Terrific, Mrs. Ashlock! --- Just terrific!" She laughed softly at my use of her last name, then crawled up until she could hang her tits in my face. 

"Now we can take our time," she said. "The initial excitement is over. The edge is off and we can concentrate on pleasing each other more completely."

I didn't know exactly what she meant but I had an idea. I was satisfied but still eager for her. I didn't feel frantic and rushed as I had a few minutes before. I caught her nipple with my lips and sucked in as much flesh as possible. She moaned low and trailed her hand between my legs. I felt her cup my balls again and massage gently. She lifted her tit away and replaced it with the other, moaning again as I began to suck in earnest and tease her nipple with my teeth and tongue.

"Oh, yes! Just a little harder --- please! Please! OH! OH! Yes! --- Now the other one again! Hard, David! OH! OH! Yes! M-m-m! I love how you suck and bite my tits!" She settled next to me and pulled my arm into her cleavage. Her other hand was still busy between my legs and I was stirring and hardening again already. "Oh, good!" she said, gripping the shaft and squeezing "You're getting another beautiful hard-on! Would you like to take my shorts off for me now?"

I rolled up onto my knees and bent over her. I hooked my fingers in her waistband and began to pull. "Unbutton them first," she murmured. I found the buttons on the waistband and fumbled them open to her amusement. I slid the zipper down and pulled the shorts slowly down her legs and off. She didn't have any panties on either. I realized then that she had been planning this all along. I sat back on my heels and gazed at Janet Ashlock, naked at last beneath my gaze. She smiled up at me, obviously enjoying my excitement and delight. Her hands fondled her tits idly and her legs drifted slowly apart to accommodate my questing gaze. Her bush was soft and downy and trimmed close; I could see the outline of her cunt lips. Tendrils of her pubic hair were matted and glistened wet in the afternoon light. She posed and rolled from side to side to give me the benefit of all angles. I pushed her over onto her stomach and cupped her ass in both hands. Still firm, no sag, just perfect round globes of soft, beautiful female bottom! I rolled her onto her back again, bent over her and began kissing and licking the tender flesh of her inner thighs. 

"Oh, David! I have less to teach you than I thought! Please keep on!" She pressed my head toward her pussy. She smelled of soap and talcum and a little like sweat, which was fine by me. I kissed and licked and nibbled my way up and down her thighs. Then my tongue found it's way to her pussy. She let me lick and kiss her fragrant cunt for several minutes -- minutes of sheer delight for me --- then surprised me by rolling on top of me to initiate a sixty-nine. I propped my head up on some pillows the better to reach her with my tongue. She lowered herself onto my face and I lapped up her juices like an animal. She came twice. In the meantime, she was giving my cock the loving care that it had needed for sometime. I was in seventh heaven as her tongue pulled hard on the underside of my cock and swirled around the head. Mr. Ashlock must be a very happy man, I thought. 

This time, she stopped before I came. She turned onto her back again and said, "Come lie here beside me." It was time for another lesson. She guided my hand to her thigh and showed me how she liked to be caressed. "That's it, David, slow but firm. And every once in a while do this." She put her hand over mine and caused me to squeeze the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "Feel me deeply! Hurt me a little! I like it!"

She withdrew her hand and left me on my own, allowed me to roam over her body feeling and probing her firm suntanned thighs and bottom to my heart's content. We kissed long sliding wet kisses that never seemed to really end. Her tongue was hot and insistent, probing deep into my mouth. At last, breathless we paused as she took hold of my wrist again.

"Get me ready now, David," she said as she pulled my fingers to her mouth. She wet them with saliva, then directed them to her moist pussy lips. "I'm already wet but this helps to increase the pleasure. Put two fingers inside me. --- There! That's right. Ah-h-h, you know how! You've been playing with the girls at school, haven't you? Do you do this for them, David?"

"Sometimes --- if they let me."

"If they don't they're foolish! Push your fingers in a little deeper now --- that's it! What else do you do with your dates? Do you play with their titties?"

"Yes --- and suck on their nipples sometimes."

"And what do they do for you?"

"Sometimes nothing. They just let me feel them up a little. But sometimes they'll hold my cock and jack me off a little. One girl gave me a complete blowjob and let me fuck her."

"Sounds as if you do OK, David."

"Nothing has been as good as this, Mrs. Ashlock. --- I love your pussy! It's so hot and wet!"

"Don't you want to call me Janet? It's alright, you know."

"No. I like calling you Mrs. Ashlock."

"Alright, David. Here, do this for a few minutes." She took hold of my fingers and guided them to her clitoris. "Gently, now David, very lightly --- tease and stroke softly. --- That's it! Oh, that's lovely!" she sighed.

I kept up the soft manipulation of her clit for several seconds. She began to move her hips and writhe a little, moaning softly. Then she pulled my head down for a long hard kiss. Her lips slid away to my ear.

"Oh, my beautiful David!" she whispered, "Would you like to fuck me, David? Would you like to fuck your Mrs. Ashlock?" 

"Yes!" I croaked. Her hand stroked my hard-on and squeezed hard.

"Will you promise to fuck me hard with this big beautiful cock of yours?"

"Yes!" I was boiling!

"Come here --- on top of me! Now let me . . ." She took my iron-hard cock between her fingers and positioned it at her gateway. I could feel the head push between her mushy wet cunt lips. "Now, slowly, David, slowly! I want to enjoy the feel of your prick gliding into me --- every inch of it! Yes! Slowly! That's it!"

When I was in her to the hilt, her hands went to my ass and pulled me hard into her, grinding our pelvises together. I felt the muscles in her cunt contract and pull, contract and pull. This is what it's like to fuck a real woman, I thought.

She locked her legs around me and we rolled from side to side as we fucked ourselves into a frenzy. She was moaning loudly and saying my name over and over. Finally, she rolled on top of me and sat up, straddling me. She stopped our motion and sat gazing down at me then began to ride me ever so slowly for a while.  Her tits hung and swayed above me, soft and tantalizing. I reached up and kneaded them and pinched the nipples as she had taught me. She moaned again and dug her nails into my pectorals. I started thrusting up with short hard strokes. She closed her eyes and let her head roll back. "Oh, David!" It was a wail of passion. She was coming again and I was coming for the second time that afternoon. She placed her hands flat on my chest and worked her pelvis up and down, milking the cum out of my balls till I was drained. 

Afterward, she lay on top of me, both of us soaked in sweat. She kissed me softly and said, "You are a wonderful lover, David --- and an excellent fucker!" I began to swell up with pride and confidence. She looked at me and started to laugh. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. 

"You said I was your fantasy. Well, I'm living a fantasy too. I've wanted to make love to a younger man for a long time."  

I was a little shocked when she told me that she had had lots of men her own age, "Mr. Ashlock and I are pretty liberal in our marriage," she told me. "But I've been longing for someone like you --- someone very young and virile and enthusiastic in the way that only young guys like you can be."

I was flattered, didn't know what to say so I pulled her close and fondled her ass and kissed her. 




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"Let's take a shower," she said

The shower was great. We sucked each other some more in the shower. She rolled my balls on her fingertips and slowed her sucking down to long, deep, rolling sucks that had me clawing the walls before I loosed a powerful jet of cum into her mouth. She let it run down her chin and fall on her tits in a way that turned me on all over again. Then we went back to bed for more sex. This time, she told me what she wanted. 

"I want you to eat my pussy, David! Eat me slowly until I come hard! Then fuck me hard and fast! When you're ready to come, pull your prick out and come on my face and tits! I'll let you watch while I lick it off!"

Who was I to say no?



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It had been a long hard day. Calls poured in all morning and the paperwork had piled up twice as fast. Thankfully it was now over. I sighed and put the last of the documents away. I sat back at my desk and leaned back in the chair.

Trigg stood on my right. I smiled up at him and he beamed. He bowed slightly and remained standing. I looked at him and got an idea. He had done well in his service to me. Today, his only duties were to fetch and file papers. After that he only had to stand at my side. I cleared my desk and decided to give him a treat. I motioned for him to come closer to me. He obeyed eagerly.

Delicately, I unbuttoned his shirt. The white crisp cotton yielded at my touch. This day he wore no undershirt. I was glad that he didn’t. I pulled out the shirt from his jeans and opened it. His bare nipples hardened at my lightest touch. Trigg’s dark eyes lit up when I took the button to his faded jeans in my hands.

Swiftly, I unfastened his pants. I could tell that his cock was growing. I looked up to him with a smug look. He looked away embarrassed. I giggled and eased my hands inside of his jeans. His tight ass flexed as I touched it. I gently pulled his jeans down to his knees. 

I let my face fall against his torso. I took a deep breath of his body. He still smelled of desire, sandalwood and electricity. I wondered at the aroma. No matter how hard I scrubbed his body or bathed him in oils, his own scent prevailed. I took a finger and ran it across the band of his white briefs. Trigg shivered. I smiled. I hesitantly licked his navel and he shuddered. I loved doing that to him.     I rubbed my face against the crotch of Trigg’s briefs. His cock stiffened in response. I looked up to him and smiled. His face was a mask of wonderment. His open mouth emitted short gasps. Trigg licked his red lips rapidly. His dark locks fell forward into his eyes as he looked down on me. I was glad that I had chosen him over all the other applicants. 

With a playful growl, I took the band of his underwear in my teeth and pulled them down. His now freed cock sprang to attention. As I tugged his briefs down his legs, I heard Trigg moan a little. I looked up at his smiling face. Then something strange happened. I heard another near silent gasp. My eyes quickly search around the room. Nothing seemed amiss. 

I turned back to Trigg and nuzzled his balls with my face. Trigg let his head fall back and wailed. Once again, I heard a near silent moan echo my slave’s. I let my ears work for me then. I looked Trigg right in the eyes and slowly took his now hard cock in my mouth. When my lips reached the base of his long prick, Trigg could barely contain his low cry. I heard the near silent echo again. It came from the intercom on the telephone. Only one person came to my mind, Celia, my secretary.         I took Trigg’s free hand and placed it on his cock. I stood and whispered in his ear, “Loudly now. It would seem that we have an audience. Keep going until I get back.” I pinched his nipples and kissed him lightly. True to his training, Trigg did as I told him. He put on quite a show. Resounding cries and wails came from his lips. I made a mental note to request a repeat performance. 

I smiled as I tiptoed to the door. I looked back to Trigg for a moment. He placed his other hand on the desk and leaned over the telephone. I imagined the Celia could hear the wet sounds of him jacking off. I sighed and marveled at my good find in him. Yet, there was another problem the needed my attention.          In silence, I opened the door. There was Celia at her desk. Her long red hair lay unbound today. She sat with one heeled petite foot on her desk. Her white blouse was open. Her tiny breasts boasted of little pink nipples. She had lifted her tiny black skirt to reveal her naked thighs and her red haired cunt. She let her head fall back in her chair and closed her hazel eyes. She didn’t even notice that I was there. 

One delicate hand covered her mouth but sighs still escaped. The person kneeling between her parted petite legs upset me. It was Miguel. His tongue delved into Celia’s pink folds as if it belonged there. Celia’s free hand lay buried in his dark curly hair. I knew that he was unruly. Now he had gone too far. 

I knew how to deal with Celia. Miguel presented a bigger problem. Silently I went back into my office. I decided to let them enjoy this moment while they could. Trigg was my immediate focus. The others could wait.          Trigg had worked himself into quite a state. He stood nearly hunched over the phone on the desk. His eyes shut tight as the sweat dripped down his face onto his chest. His legs tried to part further but the jeans restricted his movement. His hands gripped his thick shaft and stroked it hard. 

I marveled at the way he pleasured himself. I adored the way he looked standing there. His opened clothes and sweaty body made a fire in my sex. His nipples were now flushed and red. His chest was slick and heaving. The lights in the office made the sweat of his body shine. His groans never stopped. Yes, indeed, I knew I had chosen correctly.     I walked over to him and stood behind him. I reached around his shaking body. I joined a hand with his on his now engorged cock. I pinched a hard nipple with my other hand. I gently bit his shoulder and pulled his body against mine. Without missing a stroke, Trigg melted in to my embrace.  “That’s it, my dear,” I whispered. 

Trigg moaned and reached his free hand around to my thigh. He grabbed it and held on to me.  He leaned back hard into my body. I looked down to see that he now stood on his toes. His body began to convulse in my grip. It was hard to hold him steady as he bucked in my strong embrace. I released his nipple and encircled his cock with my hands. Now, with his other hand free, Trigg reached around to my other thigh and clutched it. 

His hips unerringly guided his cock in my hands. He slowed his thrusts to catch his breath. I took the opportunity to get a better hold on his slick prick. Trigg shook his head from side to side as I worked my hands on his sex. “Hold still, dear,” I whispered into his ear, “Let me please you this time.”          Trigg’s whole body trembled. I turned his body around and pushed him to my desk. I didn’t have to tell him to sit on the desk. Almost reverently, Trigg leaned back on the desk. I pulled his jeans from his body. I just happened to notice that he wore his boots this time. I looked up to him and smiled. I was glad the he remembered.

I pulled his brief to his knees and stopped. I bunched the moist cotton material in my hands. I pulled the material up forcing his legs to fold. Now with his knees to his chest, I took the crotch of the briefs and pushed it in Trigg’s mouth. Without protest, Trigg bit down on the cotton. Fear flashed in his eyes for a second before he shut them. He was mine now.         Slowly, I licked his tiny hole. I debated on whether to spank him for the hell of it. I decided against it. I knew how to handle a slave that was too good. I made a few more metal notes. Trigg would soon realize that he would always receive a delicious punishment for something. I got excited at the idea and dug my tongue in to his hole. Trigg moaned through his makeshift gag. I looked up to him.  He had raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. His head jerked a little. I decide to grant him his release then.

I lifted my tongue to his balls. I blew cool air on the wetness I made there. I saw goosebumps rise on the insides of his thighs. I wondered then how he would react if I shaved his hairy scrotum and bathed them in baby oil. I put the thoughts away vowing to act on them another time.         I began to lick his sex. I started at the base. His cock was dark red and filled. It began to waver under its own power. Trigg moaned loudly. He tried to look at what I was doing. However, the position I had him in was too restricting. I relented then. I had to save my energy for Celia. I took the cotton from his mouth and eased the briefs from his legs. 

Without prompting, Trigg sat up and spread his knees wide. His exposed sex stood tall and throbbing. I pulled my chair under me and watched it for a minute. I grinned and Trigg blushed scarlet. I moved the chair closer to him and placed my lips near the tip of his pulsating cock. 

“Gently, my dear,” I prompted him. I placed my mouth around the head of his prick. I could feel the ridges on his dick with my tongue and lips. Almost hesitantly, Trigg began to inch his hips up. Within moments, he found a thrusting rhythm. Only the head of his cock passed my lips. My tongue lazily caressed Trigg’s oozing slit that penetrated my mouth. Trigg moved to hold to his cock but I pushed his hands away. This pleasure was mine.         Trigg took his time driving just the head of his dick between my lips. I closed my eyes. I only knew Trigg’s cock that pleaded with my lips for entrance. The smell of Trigg’s sweaty body aroused me nearly to the point of frustration. My ears heard Celia’s stifled gasps from the intercom mixed with Trigg’s grunts and moans. The little bitch would pay for this. 

Trigg grew silent then. He took a deep breath and whispered, “My lady.” He leaned back arching his body across the desk and pulling his dick just out of my mouth. I grabbed the shaft of his cock with my left hand and squeezed it. Quickly, I sucked the middle finger of my right hand and deftly slid it in Trigg’s tight dark hole.

His cock shivered once and gave up its nectar in long streams. Trigg’s screams tore from his throat.  I watched fascinated as the sticky stuff jetted up into the air and landed on Trigg’s exposed face, neck and chest. His tight hole gripped my finger and refused to let go as Trigg’s orgasm rolled through him. I felt my breathing grow labored and my desire flame. Now I was ready to deal with Celia.      Gradually, I removed my finger from Trigg’s tight ass with a little regret. I wanted to test him further but it would have to wait. Celia needed to be dealt with as well as Miguel. Slowly, I rubbed my lips over Trigg’s oozing cock. I lifted my head and raised an eyebrow. Trigg sat up and parted his lips. Within seconds, his tongue licked his own juices from my mouth. I kissed him hard and pulled him off the desk. 

“Go on,” I said in a low voice, “Get cleaned up and go back to the house. Wait for me there.” Trigg murmured a breathless ‘Yes, My Lady,’ and picked up his clothes. As he walked away to the bathroom in the office, I swatted his naked ass hard. He yelped and trotted out of the room as fast as he could. I looked to the telephone. I had not heard much noise while I saw to Trigg. I made my decision.     “Celia,” I said in a loud voice. “Celia, send him away. Wait until I send for you.” I heard the ‘click’ on the intercom and heard shuffling outside. The feral grin on my face nearly frightened Trigg as he emerged from the bathroom. I motioned for him to stay a moment. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. I rummaged in the little closet and muttered to myself. What I searched for was there. 

I took off my skirt and donned the harness. I gestured for Trigg to help me fasten the straps. His eyes grew wide at the sight of the long dildo the jutted from the leather. He reached out to touch it. Yet before he fully hefted the shaft of it, Trigg pulled back his hand embarrassed. His dark eyes looked away as he bit his lip. 

I smiled at him. “Not this time, my dear,” I whispered. I walked him to the door of the office and instructed him to wait on the other side a minute before he sent Celia inside. I kissed him hard and slipped cab fare into his jeans. Dark eyes smiling, Trigg left the room. I stood on the side of the doorframe and readied myself. I slowed my breathing and became silent. Celia would pay dearly.     The office door creaked. Celia entered the room slowly. She didn’t know what hit her. I slammed the door behind her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted her arm behind her back. I pushed her to my desk and bent her over it hard. She went down with a shrill scream. Her face fell in small puddle of sweat and come that Trigg left behind. She whimpered loudly but I ignored her. “How long?” I asked her in a low deadly voice. “How long have you been listening?”     “S-since,” she faltered as the tears began to well in her throat, “Since I started.” I looked down on her with amusement. Celia had been in my service for over two years. She reddened at her admission. This really didn’t upset me at all. Actually, I didn’t mind that she had listened. I knew that Celia was curious. I was glad that she found a way to find out about what really went on in my office in the afternoons. What truly upset me was the presence of my new slave between her lithe legs.      “And Miguel?” I grated. “How long have you two been-“     “Never!” She interrupted. “This was the first time. He- he said he missed the taste of…And that he thought about me ever since he came in to fill out his paperwork and… and… My lady, please!”

Trigg’s form of address from her lips startled me. I didn’t expect her to speak to me the way my slaves did. She had indeed listened for a long time. Another idea formed in my mind. I knew I would take her mercilessly and send her on her way. Her playing with my toys was unforgivable. In a moment of compassion, I decided to send her to my Lord as a gift.     “Take a letter for me, Celia” I said cruelly. She had an eidactic memory in which she took pride. That, her hazel eyes and her fair red hair, which I twisted in my right hand, had gotten her the job. 

“This letter is to be addressed to my Lord and master,” I went on to say. “My Lord,” I dictated and I bent over her body and leaned closer to her ear. The long dildo that jutted from the harness lay nestled between our bodies. 

“I wish to express my deepest regrets that I must write to you,” I went on. “While I truly enjoyed my birthday present, it would seem that the animal refuses to be tamed. Miguel had proven to be quite unruly. He has seduced my secretary and completely ruined her. I am afraid I will have to replace her. Furthermore-“     “No, my Lady!” Celia interrupted. “Please! I beg of you! Don’t fire me! Don’t send me away!”     “Why should I keep you?” I shot back. “You eavesdropped on me and played with one on MY toys without permission!” I expected her to beg. I enjoyed it.     “Please, my Lady,” she begged crying, “I’ll do anything! Please don’t send me away!” On she went. I let her beg my forgiveness for a while longer before I increased the pressure on my grip. She only begged the more. “Anything, my Lady!” she cried.     I was shocked into silence. I leaned over her body until my lips brushed against her ear. “Anything?” I breathed hoping that she would yield to me. I didn’t expect her to offer herself to me. The very idea sent ripples through my body. 

I secretly had lusted after her since the day I hired her. I hoped that she would submit to me. My daydreams were mild compared to what I wanted to do to and with her. “Anything at all, my dear? You have heard what happens here. You know my tastes. Do you really want to give me that much power over you?” I whispered.     “Yes, my Lady,” she whimpered, “anything. Please don’t send me away.” I released her hair. I fingered the soft curls lazily. I released her arm and caressed the snowy white skin. I ran my hands over her pinned body and delighted in her shivers. 

Pleased, I looked at her vulnerable body. She stifled her sobs. I surveyed my new treasure. She knew what went on in my office. She thought she knew what would happen to her. I took pleasure from the thoughts of how I would re-educate her.     “Lift your skirt,” I whispered into her ear, “One knee on the desk.” I stepped back slowly stroking the dildo in the harness. I loved the feel of the sculpted rubber in my hand. Soon my new pet would learn to love it too. 

I was proud of Celia then. She lifted her tiny black skirt until it rested over her hips. Her little ass was alabaster in the office light. She stood on the toes in her heels in order to place her left knee on the desk. I walked back to her. I pulled her arms in front of her and made her grip the other edge of the desk. 

I rubbed my hands over her tight butt. I arranged her body until I was satisfied. I stepped back and looked at my new pussy. Celia’s left thigh lay against the desk and her red cunt lay open for me. Without another thought, I walked back to her exposed sex. I took a step to one side and pulled the folds of her ass apart to get a better look. Her lips were flushed and swollen. Celia’s sex surged with her fluid. She grunted. “Did he even finish?” I asked alarmed.     “No, my Lady,” she whispered and blushed again. “He said he didn’t me want to stop…”     “Damned sloppy work,” I muttered. I walked away in search of a riding crop. I found it in the bath and went back to Celia. I was angry that Miguel had left her in such a state. “Damned sloppy work,” I said again. “My dear,” I said to her as I placed my left hand upon her back and raised the crop in my right, “Always finish the job.” 

The crop fell on her displayed bottom hard. The first welt blossomed on her ass. I sighed with pleasure at her yelp. The second strike on Celia’s bottom fell just as hard. The little woman tried to stifle her scream. The second welt came in vermilion. 

I looked to Celia’s face and saw the tears flow from her hazel eyes. Yet, there was determination in her face. She screamed out right with the third and fourth strikes. The rosy welts on her ivory ass were beautiful. Her copper haired pussy dripped with her nectar. I stood behind her and leaned over her body. With one fluid movement I guided the long dildo deep into her sex. Celia sighed loudly. I shivered with anticipation. I made sure the leather of the harness brushed against her bruised ass. I reached the crop over to her mouth and placed it between her teeth. 

“Now my dear,” I breathed into her ear, “This in no way, shape or form is your punishment. Miguel should have finished you. It seems that I must take up his slack. Don’t worry, though. You two will be punished later.”          With those words I began to ride Celia’s cunt hard. The dildo slid easily into her body. I bent my knees and used all of my strength to force the cock into her. I grabbed the mounds of her wounded ass and flexed my own as I drove the dildo deeper inside of her. I ignored her cries and continued my exploration. 

I slowed my thrusts and increased the pressure on the dildo. I eased the rubber prick inside her cunt. I used my fingers to pull her ass and cunt apart. The cock slid in deeper. Celia nearly had all of it inside of her. I slapped her injured ass hard. Celia yelped and squealed through her clenched teeth. Her body jumped and her pussy convulsed. The whole of the cock now rested in her copper haired sex. 

I delicately rubbed her ass and back. I reached under her body and pulled her to me. I ripped open her blouse and pinched her little nipples hard. Her teeth shone as they bit down on the riding crop. I pulled her arms under mine. Celia, now pinned in my arms, leaned her head against my shoulder. She looked up to me with a smile in her eyes. Her tear-streaked face reddened and her cries grew more forceful. I knew that she was mine then. Whatever I wanted, I knew she would willingly give.         I began to rock her body and hips on the cock. I stood on my toes to push the dick farther into her body. Celia rocked herself as much as she could. I grunted with her pleasure. I took the crop from her mouth and angled it in the space between her legs. I let the crop rub against her distended clitoris. Celia gasped at the feeling. I began to laugh a little. I took the crop and rubbed it against her left thigh that lay on the desk. I struck her thigh hard and listened to her cry out. 




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“That’s it,” I cooed to her, “Let it all go and let me have that pussy…” Celia closed her hazel eyes tight and moaned. I continued to beat her with the crop and rock her petite body against mine. Her screams made my own desire explode.         I dropped the crop on the floor and pushed her body back down on the desk with a thud. I placed my right foot over her body on the desk. My ankle grazed the material of her skirt on her tiny waist. I closed my eyes and let my other senses go. I thrust hard and fast into her tiny pussy. Our moans sounded in tandem. 

Sweat began to trickle down our backs. Celia’s red hair lay matted on the desk. My hands nearly encircled her tiny waist. I gripped her hard knowing that I would leave bruises. I was too far-gone then. I thrust into Celia without mercy or restraint. Her wetness dribbled from her cunt. I only heard the wet slapping sounds of the dildo dipping in her sex and her cries. I took a fist full of Celia’s now dark and sweaty hair in my left hand and pulled her head from the desk. 

Her breasts bounced wildly. Her nipples forcefully grazed the desk. Before I knew it, Celia’s orgasm hit. Her body shivered once then bucked hard against mine. Her hips moved of their own volition riding the dildo. Her honey flowed over the leather of the harness. I rode her well making the pleasure last for a few more seconds than usual. 

As Celia’s pleasure subsided, I pulled the cock out of her and stepped down. I pulled her off the desk and to her knees in front of me. Without a shred of emotion, I guided the dildo to her perfect lips. I didn’t blink as I forced her to suck her own sweetness from it.     “Now, my dear,” I said a little breathlessly. I watched Celia as she tried to take the whole of the cock in her mouth. Ravenously, she licked the shaft of it down to the leather. “You will obey me. You are mine to fuck when ever I feel like it,” I continued, “Am I understood?”         “Yes, my Lady,” She sighed between licks. She wrapped her legs around my right leg and rubbed her wet cunt against my ankle.     “Good,” I said. I pushed her away from me by her hair. I took off the harness and dropped it on the floor. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a bit. I walked out of the bath to find her still on the floor. 

“Clean this place up,” I ordered. “Don’t forget to clean and oil the leather,” I said as I walked to the door of my office. “You’ll work as you have before – on one condition. You will come to me when I send for you. I suggest you prepare yourself, my dear. Your punishment will come soon. You are not to touch yourself for pleasure in anyway until then.” With those words I left the office and went home.              It was dark by the time I got to the house. I stripped at the door. Trigg waited there patiently as I had trained him. Under normal circumstances, Trigg would wait on me as I had my dinner and bath. This night I was on fire. Treating him and disciplining Celia had left me volatile. I dragged Trigg downstairs to the playroom. Without ceremony, I stripped his body to the skin. I fastened leather cuffs tightly on his wrists and snapped his collar in place. 

Roughly I forced him to his knees and to the post in the wall. I chained him there and stood back. There was a look of confusion on his face. I didn’t see it for long. I dragged a short bench from another corner and put it behind Trigg. I didn’t even blink as I placed my right foot on the bench and pulled Trigg’s mouth to my cunt. I pulled my sex wider for Trigg’s tongue. 

I rode his mouth without shame. I ground my clitoris against his taste buds and moaned my pleasure. My bare breasts bounced in the cool air of the playroom and my nipples hardened. Sweat ran freely down my back for the second time that day. No words escaped my lips. I screamed and grunted and I fucked Trigg’s mouth. My come ran down his chin. Yet I wasn’t satisfied.          I pulled Trigg’s head back by his hair and rubbed my crotch against his throat. I licked my juices off his Adam’s apple. Trigg gasped in delight. I released his hair and pulled his cuffed wrists above his head. I fastened them along the chain that held his collar. 

With one leg still on the bench, I slid my sex down to his. Now I had one foot on the floor and one leg on the bench. Trigg knelt there trapped between my legs and the bench behind him. In one movement, I looked Trigg in the eye and inserted his now rock hard member inside of my still pulsating sex for the first time since he had come to me. 

I’m sure Trigg said something but it was lost in my own cries. His cock was hot as it pierced me. I let my full weight fall on his cock. I only gave Trigg a second or two before I began to drive my hips upon him. Soon our bodies moved like pistons. 

I slammed my pussy on Trigg’s cock without mercy. All I wanted then was to fuck until I knew nothing. Trigg was happy to oblige. By the time I had my fourth orgasm, Trigg could no longer hold back. I pulled him upon the bench and forced him to lay back. I stretched his legs wide, stroked his slick cock and rubbed his tight hole as his orgasm over took him. I didn’t let him off that easy. 

I barely gave him time to catch his breath. I straddled the bench and Trigg and brought his mouth to my leaking cunt again. Trigg guzzled my juices hungrily. He nestled his face in the folds of my sex. Twice more Trigg brought me to orgasm. I was tired then. I unchained Trigg and left him panting there on the bench. Yet the fire in me was unquenched. I knew what I wanted – to see Miguel and Celia punished. I showered quickly and slept.          The next few weeks were delightful to say the least. My workload doubled and Celia walked on eggshells around me. Her face held an element of fear that I enjoyed. I snapped orders and we both got the work done on time. I happened to notice that her blouses grew tighter. The hemlines on her skirts rose as the days wore on. I ignored her efforts to lure me. My Lord had trained me better than that. 

I knew she wanted to take her punishment and get it over with soon. I decided not to give her that pleasure. I watched her, though. Whenever she entered my presence, I stopped my work and let my eyes follow her. I knew that I made her nervous.  I knew that her body bubbled with desire and lust. She was never more beautiful. 

She shuddered when I raised my voice at anytime and tried not to shrink when I addressed her. Yet she took it all with dignity. I would enjoy truly breaking her to my will. She had a taste of what I could do to her already. I could see the memories of our first encounter flash across her face. She wanted to please me in anyway she could. I would partake of her delicacies in my own time and at my leisure.     The problem of Miguel, on the other hand, presented a different approach. The day after I caught him with Celia I brought him before me. The look of his face was one of guilty pleasure. He expected his punishment would be swift. His surprise delighted me as Trigg pulled his arms behind him. The sight of the two strong men in an embrace was anything but undesirable. My mind teemed with ideas for the future. I brought myself back to the present situation.

Coldly I fitted a chastity belt on Miguel’s waist. The stainless steel cage that encased his long cock delighted me. His dick stiffened at the touch of the cold metal. I snapped the padlock closed on it, pocketed the key and left him like that. I knew that he would have a little trouble cleaning himself. I took pleasure in his discomfort. I confined him to the house and promptly let him stew in his own thoughts.

I knew that if I punished him swiftly he would enjoy it all the more. Miguel was the kind of person that thrived on attention. I finally knew how to handle him. Though he strutted around the house and preened himself in my presence. I ignored him. I focused my attention on Trigg. Miguel didn’t know how to react to that. I treated Miguel as if he were part of the furniture and feasted on his crestfallen face.     Finally the day arrived. I awoke to Trigg between my legs. He lightly kissed my sex and took deep breaths of my scent. I looked over to my nightstand to see the time. It was six twenty eight in the morning. Trigg made a fine alarm clock.  

I sighed sleepily and sat up. Trigg smiled and sat back on his naked haunches like an eager puppy. I stood from the bed and yawned. I went to my chest of drawers and took out a thin rod. I tapped it lightly against my thigh as I walked back to him. I saw him swallow hard and adjust the leather collar his neck. I smiled lightly. I knelt behind Trigg in the bed and placed a hand on his back. I pushed his chest to the sheets.

I delivered thirty quick stinging blows to his naked ass. His cries and howls were the perfect compliment to such a promising day. “Six-THIRTY, my dear,” I said to him. “Now go. Get dressed in your leathers. Get Miguel. Bring him to the playroom. Strip him. Cuff his wrists under the long bench near the wall. Collar and chain his neck to the post in the wall.”

He murmured a quick ‘Yes, my Lady’ and got off the bed. I swatted his ass with my bare hand hard. He squeaked in pain and shot out of the room and down the stairs. I smiled as his abused and sore bottom bounced out of my view.      I leaned back in the bed and reached for the telephone. I dialed my secretary’s home number. Her sleepy voice answered after the third ring. “Celia,” I said in a low voice. I heard her gasp in response. “Bathe yourself well,” I instructed. “Get dressed and come to the house. You have twenty minutes.” I hung up. 

Celia lived at least half an hour away. I knew she would make it in time due to the lack of traffic so early in the morning. I let her stew in her belief that she wouldn’t. I showered quickly and got dressed. Trigg walked back in to my room just as I straightened the seams on my stockings.

I looked up as I adjusted my garter belt to find a Trigg standing sideways in the doorway. The dark brown leather contrasted nicely with his near tan skin. The leather chaps I picked out for him fit like skin over his body. His cock hung free under the leather buckle. The leather chest harness hugged his skin and exposed his pink nipples. His boots made little noise on the carpet. I pulled my eyes from him. Celia and Miguel needed to be punished. I would play with Trigg later.     I went to the closet and took out my favorite corset. I donned it and called Trigg over to tighten the lacings. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and admired myself. I was quite pleased with my body. Trigg tightened the lacings yet kept ducking his head. His fingers slowed over the lather material when he thought I wouldn’t notice. I decided to punish him for that another time. I knew he craved to touch everything. It was a part of his sensuality that I admired. I wondered why he didn’t look over my shoulder to the mirror and get a full look.

When he finished I turned around smartly and took his face in my hands. A yellow and green bruise began to form under his right eye. I looked at Trigg but he turned away ashamed. Infuriated, I went to the phone and made another call.     The doorbell rang ten minutes later. I left Trigg in the bath with instructions for Celia and saw to the door. Guests, equipment and a package waited for me. I walked them to the playroom and settled them in to a purposely-shadowed corner.

My first guest was Katrina. We had a long history together. She set up her camera equipment and complimented me on my lighting choices. The second guest was a young man. Katrina introduced him as Joey. 

His young face showed shock and amazement. He kept looking up through his long mousy brown bangs. His green eyes were sparkling. Despite the wonder he saw around him, he kept his mind on his work. I smiled a little with Katrina’s choice in assistants. 

She had informed me earlier that she had him in training for my services. Besides the package, he showed to be another gift from my Lord. Soon he would see more than any session in which Katrina had trained him. I set the package they brought to me near the door.     I looked to Miguel. His tanned muscled body strained against his bonds. He lay straddled over a long bench, his chest to the wood. His wrists fought the cuffs under the long bench. His collared neck pulled against the chain that held him near the wall. His still caged cock scraped the bench. Yet for all his grunts, he could not break free.

I walked slowly to him. He saw me, froze and fell silent. Nervous sweat began to bead on his skin. I merely raised an eyebrow to him. I reach out and took a fist full of his dark hair. I pulled his head up to get a better look at his face. I found a small cut on his lip and a dribble of blood on his chin. Trigg had fought back. In disgust, I released him and stalked away.     I went straight to the front door and opened it. Celia came running up the steps as the door swung wide. I stepped back and she scurried inside. She wore a plain white blouse and a blue skirt. Her hair hung loose and down to her shoulders. Her chest heaved a little as she looked to her watch. She had made it just in time.

Trigg came down the steps slowly. He held a long black bag in his hand. Celia gasped at the sight of him. “Prepare her,” was all I said. I stalked away to the playroom again. Celia and Trigg followed. As I entered the room, Katrina stood at her mounted camera and informed me that she was ready. 

She turned to her assistant and whispered in his ear furiously. He stood ready with two other cameras in his arms and his pockets bulging with rolls of film. Celia and Trigg entered the playroom. I leaned against the doorframe and watched.         Trigg pushed Celia to the wall behind Miguel and set the bag down. Roughly Trigg stripped her. Katrina’s camera began to snap and flash rapidly. I said nothing. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot lightly. Trigg turned her around and pushed her naked petite body against the wall. Celia turned a beet red with embarrassment. 

Katrina stepped from behind her mounted camera and took a portable one from Joey. She got closer to Celia’s scarlet face. The camera snapped repeatedly. The humiliation in her hazel eyes was priceless. I knew Katrina would capture the moment with ease. Joey’s green eyes were wide as he stayed close to the photographer. I knew the young assistant would learn a lot from this lesson. I hoped he learned the lesson well.     Trigg followed my instructions to the letter. He reached in the bag at his side and brought out a set of small leather cuffs. He crudely cuffed Celia’s arms behind her back. My pussy boy reached into the bag again and brought out a penis gag. He forced it into Celia’s mouth and tightened the straps. 

The phallus in the gag was about four inches and too long for her tiny mouth. I had planned for it to stick out of her mouth. Katrina’s camera drew closer to capture Celia’s red lips wrapped around the rubber dick. I was very pleased. I knew of Katrina’s expertise in her work. My Lord had many albums of her work where I was the subject. Trigg stepped back from her. Celia didn’t move. She did whimper a bit but stayed where Trigg put her.

Trigg brought the bag to me and stood against the wall. He picked up the package that lay there and looked to me. I nodded quickly. I took the bag to Celia’s naked body and surveyed my newest toy. I ignored Katrina’s camera as it snapped and clicked around us. I reached in to the bag and tool out a rope flail.     “Celia,” I said as I draped the black nylon rope over her shoulders. The multi-tailed whip looked delicious against her skin. I knew the feel of it well. It fell soft and sweet on her flesh.

“Celia,” I went on, “You have broken my faith in you. I hired you to be my right hand. And how have you repaid me? You eavesdropped on my sessions. What is worse is that you played with one of my toys. That is inexcusable. Here and now you have a choice to make. You can stay in my service and take your punishment or you may walk out of here and never come back again.”

Celia whimpered and tears began to fall from her hazel eyes. She shook her head and tried to plead with me. I stood back from her and watched. “If you want to stay,” I said in a low voice, “kneel before me.” With much difficulty, Celia obeyed.

She inched her way to my leg and rubbed her tear-streaked face against my stockings in submission. She never saw my arm raise and the flail fall on her back and arms. Celia squirmed and leaned against my leg. I let the flail taste her skin ten times. My arm was heavy and swift.

My little secretary made me proud. She kept her back straight for the blows and took them well. There were no real bruises. The skin on her back and arms took on a glow. I fisted my free hand in her long copper hair and pulled her face up to mine. I knelt down and hungrily kissed her delicate neck. I was pleasantly surprised to hear her purr in response. I pulled her head back and took one her little pink nipples in my mouth. I caressed it with my tongue and roughly bit it. Celia squealed to my delight.


“Not yet,” I breathed in to her ear, “I must take care of the other miscreant before I play with you, my dear.” I turned her body to face Miguel and released her.     I put the flail back in the bag, picked it up and walked to Miguel. Looking at his swollen cock, I could tell that he had heard what I had done to Celia. Katrina’s cameras never stopped clicking. I no longer registered her presence. My Lord had trained me well. 

“To you,” I said to Miguel, “I have little to say. You knew that I forbade leaving the house without my permission. You knew that Celia was off limits. You’ve ruined my secretary and broken the rules. I have no choice but to break you to MY will. My Lord may have enjoyed your cockiness but I will not stand for it.” 

I reached into the bag and took out a long paddle. I dropped the bag and took my batting stance on the side of Miguel’s body. I didn’t bother to tell him what would happen to him. He thought only a spanking would be his punishment. Miguel didn’t know how wrong he was. I administered twelve blows to Miguel’s strong ass. He managed to contain his wails. It was of no importance. 

His tanned bottom was now rosy red. Satisfied, I put the paddle back and rummaged around in the bag. I found the tube of lubricant easily. Roughly I prised Miguel’s ass cheeks apart and applied the lubricant to his tiny hole. Then he began to protest in Spanish and English.      I ordered Trigg to bring the package to me. I reached in to my workbag and pulled out a towel, I wiped my hands. I walked from Miguel’s bruised bottom to face him. I pulled his chin up as far as the chain would allow. “You damaged one of my toys,” I said to him. I released him and opened the package that Trigg held. I made sure Miguel couldn’t see what it held. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Katrina had set Joey on a little assignment. He took pictures of Celia while Katrina concentrated on me. I looked to Trigg. The bruise on his face was turning black and blue. Miguel’s punishment would fit his crime. 

I pulled out one of the two items. I caressed it in Trigg’s full view. I didn’t have to look at him to know that he grew more aroused by the second. I turned around and fitted the leather ring gag into Miguel’s mouth. I pulled Trigg by his belt buckle and returned to Miguel’s injured bottom. I took the last item from the package and hefted it. Trigg’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the double-sided dildo and Celia gasped. I looked Trigg and grinned.      The ten-inch double dildo was black and ridged. I straddled Miguel’s body. With that tan bottom in now between my legs, I ordered Trigg to give me the tube of lubricant. He obeyed with trembling hands. I ignored Miguel and promptly pushed my body down on him forcing his chest to the bench. I spread the cool gel on one side of the rubber cock and Miguel’s up-turned ass. 




Lessons



With my right hand, I pressed the tip of the cock to that tight hole. I set the tube down under him and slapped Miguel’s red bottom with my left. He jumped and yelped. That tight hole twitched and the cock slid an inch into his ass. “What’s wrong?” I asked in a syrupy voice. “You don’t like it, dear? But don’t stop, honey,” I mocked, “I want more!” 

I slapped Miguel’s ass again and felt him buck under me. The rubber prick slid in his dark hole another inch and a half. I continued slapping his ass and easing the dildo in Miguel’s abused hole. Finally, he had half of it inside of him. I purposely grabbed a handful of the tender ass flesh and gripped it hard in my left hand. With my right hand I slowly pumped the dildo in and out of Miguel’s hole. He grunted and wailed. I ignored him. I heard Trigg breathing hard. I smiled at his discomfort. I wasn’t done with him yet.     I released the rubber dick and got off Miguel’s body. I walked around him a few times. I adored the way the other end of the dildo stuck out from his ass. It quivered and shook. I smiled. My eyes fell to Celia. Silent pleas were in her hazel eyes. 

I stalked to her and pulled her off the floor. I pulled her to the bench. I turned her body around. I looked to Trigg and nodded. He jumped and stood before Celia. With gentle hands I bent her body at the waist. Her head and shoulders fell on Trigg’s chest. I grinned. Once again I straddled Miguel’s ass and pumped the cock in his ass a little more. He grunted to my delight. 

I took the tube and prised Celia’s ass open. I know what she expected. I didn’t dare give her any release just yet. Celia had blushed all over. Her rosy seat looked delicious. Her tiny hole was pink and tight. The copper hairs on her pink gash curled nicely. I took a taste of cunt. It was sweet and sharp. Surprised Celia jumped. Trigg held her fast. One day soon I would take the time to explore her further. Now was not the time.      Roughly I lubricated Celia’s tight hole. I didn’t bother to ease her plight by easing a finger into her hole to get her used to the feeling. She squealed in protest. This was not what she expected. I set the tube down and pulled her trembling bottom to the cock that protruded from Miguel’s ass. I forced her to bend her knees and pulled her hole to the cock. 

Celia’s hole didn’t want to accept the dildo. I had hoped it wouldn’t. I reached my tongue across the space and licked Celia’s petite flesh. I bit down on her ass roughly. As she squirmed, I pulled her twitching hole over the dildo. It slid in to the hilt. Celia’s ass now rubbed against Miguel’s. The dildo that they now shared shook just a bit.

Proud, I ran my tongue over Celia’s fisted hands and bound wrists. I trailed kisses up her spine and kissed her neck. I buried my face in her hair and nibbled her ear. “That’s it, my dear,” I whispered, “Just a little further now. Prove to me that you want to stay. Ride the cock in your ass, my dear.” Celia whimpered but obeyed. 

Trigg took a step back. I dismounted from my position. I looked for the bag and retrieved the rope flail. After a few strikes to Miguel’s misused ass, he thrust in tandem with Celia. I watched aroused beyond belief. Celia slowly rode the dildo forcing it not only in and out her hole but Miguel’s as well. 

Katrina and Joey each had a camera in hand. Though they took shots from every angle, they made sure to stay out of the way. A pile of exposed film cartridges grew near the abandoned mounted camera. Remembering this day would be fun.          Flail in hand, I walked to Trigg. His cock stuck out from his body like the prow of a ship. I took him by his cock and led him to Miguel’s drooling mouth. Trigg was too stunned to protest. I giggled at him. I put the flail back in the workbag and took out a pair of handcuffs. Trigg never noticed. His chest rose and fell in time with the pumping action of Miguel and Celia. 

With one hand I guided his stiff swollen dick right through the ring of Miguel’s gag. He grunted in surprise but it was too late. Swiftly, I cuffed his wrists so that they interlaced with Celia’s bound wrists. Celia had to arch her back to keep her balance forcing the double dildo deeper in her and Miguel’s ass. Trigg had to spread his legs wide and bend his body over Miguel’s head to keep from pulling Celia off her perch. 

It took just one hard blow from my hand on Trigg’s still sore bottom to start him thrusting into Miguel’s unwilling wet mouth. I leaned over and whispered into Trigg’s ear, “I saw the cut on Miguel’s mouth. Do remember to play nice in the future.” He murmured a ‘yes, my Lady’ and marveled at the way his cock glided in and out of Miguel’s face. The look of embarrassment on all of their faces was priceless.      I walked around my three toys and smiled. Katrina whispered to Joey and sent him to near me. He began to discreetly take shots of me. I looked directly at him and winked.  The young man stumbled a bit in shock but continued in his duty. I turned my attention back to my naughty slaves.

The smell of sex lay heavy in the room. Both Trigg and Celia had begun a rocking rhythm that used Miguel’s body to their advantage. The sweat dropped from their bodies like rain. I chuckled at the sight. After a few more minutes I decided to grant them the release they finally earned. Miguel would be first. He had the hardest lesson to learn.         I walked to his heaving body and sat near his head. I looked at Trigg using his mouth and sighed. “You know,” I said dispassionately, “We can do this all night, every night until you learn, my dear. You might even begin to like being fucked and used. You’ve done it to my secretary, after all.” 

I reached out a steady hand and gently moved a curl that had fallen in eyes. “Will you behave?” I asked mockingly. I put a hand on Trigg’s thigh and gently disengaged the cock from Miguel’s mouth. I removed the ring gag so that he could speak. Miguel panted and swore his obedience. I smiled and kissed his mouth hard. 

Cruelly, I guided Trigg’s cock back into his mouth. “You will learn, my dear,” I said to his sweaty face, “to give pleasure as well as take it.” I reached in to the workbag and found the key to Miguel’s chastity belt. I unlocked his caged dick and pulled the belt off. 

His engorged cock was sweaty and throbbing. I took it in my right hand and stroked it hard. It only took a few moments before his body gave up its fight against gratification. I rubbed his stickiness all over his chest and stood. I licked my fingers in delight. Celia’s turn was next.     I walked around to her and looked at her hard. She had done well. Her petite body rocked the dildo deep inside her clammy body and Miguel’s.  I stepped to her and kissed her eyes. “You are so beautiful, my dear,” I said as I took her head in my hands. I kissed her neck. I brought my hands to her tiny breasts and cupped them. 

The sweat beaded on her nipples. Unable to resist, I took each one in my mouth and sucked them hungrily. I heard her moan through her gag to my delight. I knelt before her thrusting body to her dripping cunt. I dropped my hands to her tiny waist and ground her ass into Miguel’s.

I looked around her to Trigg with a silent order. He obeyed accordingly and pulled Celia’s body back toward him. The sight of her made even Katrina and Joey sigh. Salivating, I brought my mouth to her sweet cunny. Her honey pooled in my mouth. I eased back her labia with my fingers and took a taste of her distended clitoris. I rolled her nub over my tongue with delight. 

I used my shoulders to keep her trembling thighs from closing. I eased two fingers of my left hand into her soaking wet pussy. I lifted my tongue from her sex and rubbed her clitoris with the palm of my hand. I closed my eyes and went back to her perfect nipples. I sucked and nibbled them without mercy. 

Roughly I jabbed my fingers into her cunt forcing her to ride them and consequently the dildo again. I faintly heard Miguel grunting again but I ignored him. I opened my eyes to Joey’s camera right in my face. I licked the nipple I had in my mouth for him and the camera snapped repeatedly. Celia’s body gave in to pleasure then. She bounced hard on my fingers and the dildo. Her sweetness flowed over my hand and her cunt throbbed around my fingers. 

I sighed into her neck and removed the gag from her mouth with my free hand. She panted as the phallus left her mouth. But she had no time to say anything. I replaced the phallus with the fingers that had been in her pussy. She sucked them greedily. I watched her display of obedience with a smile. I ran my hands over her chest as she continued to bounce a little on the dildo. I was eager to continue to see what her beautiful body could offer me.

I tore my gaze from her and looked to Trigg. That was the cue he needed. His face tightened with restraint. My nod to him allowed him to come. He screamed as his orgasm ripped though his body. His white cream oozed from Miguel’s mouth.     Now satisfied that my toys knew to behave as I instructed, I unlocked Trigg’s handcuffs. I eased Celia’s petite ass from the dildo and took her in my arms. She melted in my embrace. I unbound her wrists and scooped her in to my arms.

I turned to Trigg and Miguel. I watched amused. Though he no longer was obligated to do so, Miguel was reluctant to release Trigg’s cock. Trigg didn’t complain one bit. I looked to Katrina’s satisfied face and raised my eyebrows. I nodded my head in the direction of my upstairs bedroom and Joey. She chuckled and nodded. She whispered into Joey’s ear and handed him another bag of film. She pushed him in my direction with a smile.

“Now kiss and make up,” I called to Trigg and Miguel over my shoulder. Joey followed on my heels as I took Celia upstairs to my bedroom. My boytoys had learned their lessons. Celia had learned hers as well. It was time for Joey to learn something new. 



Lessons at Poolside



Chapter 1

I was laying on a chaise poolside one warm sunny afternoon, thinking about how much my life had changed in the last year.

The changes had started with my coming home and finding Harry fucking his partner's wife in our bed. Well, you can imagine. It all hit the fan and I kicked his sorry ass out.

The divorce was handled by lawyers, I had a real shark, sorry, guys, but the bastard deserved it and he has a hell of a lucrative business, so I ended up with a very nice settlement and ongoing alimony that lets me not work if I choose to do so. And, right now, that's what I'm choosing.

There were other changes as well. I let him have our penthouse condo as part of the divorce (Oh, don't worry, he paid for it, the Shark saw to that.) and moved to Southern California from Ohio. I just wanted to be away from him and to be able to start a new life of my own in a place that I really wanted to be. And Southern California was just that place.

Another change was that I was horny, incredibly horny. One thing about my ex, Harry, was that he was a fuck-machine. Well, maybe too much so as it turned out, but he sure kept me well-lubed with his cum for the ten years we were married. It was four or five times a week minimum. And I mean minimum. I was well-fucked. I guess several other women were too. But I don't care now, all I care about is the unused part of me that I just love to be used so regularly.

Oh, and vibrators and dildos just don't do it. They're okay but they don't moan when I suck them.

So, here I am, an attractive (five-five, one hundred twelve pounds, 36-C cup, now blond (post-divorce), who naked still looks pretty damned good) woman, thirty-two years old and my boobs are just as firm as when I was fourteen. I'm also just as horny as I was at fourteen. Maybe even more. If that's possible.

As I said, I was laying out by the pool, in the shade (my dermatologist would be proud), in the middle of the day quietly thinking over the past twelve months when I faintly heard a chair or chaise lounge move.

I looked up and there was a young man about twenty feet away looking at me and smiling. I smiled back rather wondering at his interest when I looked down to see that the top of my bikini had slipped down and that I was showing him one nice, pink nipple.

Well, he was cute and he was smiling, so I just left it. He must have known that I realized that I was exposed and just didn't care if he saw me. So, I just let him look and doing so made my pussy even wetter than normal. And normal these days was all the time, twenty-four, seven.

I looked over at him and turned a bit to my side which uncovered the other nipple as he watched with what appeared to be great interest. My interest was certainly being stimulated along with my vaginal secretions.

I looked around and seeing no one else out by the pool, I motioned for him to come over. As he got up, I could see that he was a very handsome young man, maybe twenty, twenty-five or so, nicely built and a wicked smile. When he neared, the bulge was rather obvious.

I hadn't moved at all, just letting him see my breasts as they were, the top halves open to his view. He sat on the chair next to me and I said, "I'm Katherine, my friends call me, 'Kat," which I hope you'll call me."

"Um, I'm Greg, I, um..."

"I take it that you're liking what you see, Greg."

"Oh, yeah, you're really beautiful, just beautiful. And your, um, your, uh, body is terrific."

Well, I was rather liking his eyes on me making me tingle so delightfully between my damp thighs so I left everything intact for him to admire.

"Thank you, Greg, that's very nice, I'm glad you enjoy the view. Tell me about yourself."

"Well, I'm in between my freshman and sophomore years at UC-San Diego, I'm nineteen, staying with my sister here for the summer, majoring in pre-law, and, well, not much else, really."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I've never dated much, my parents are pretty strict, my poor sister never dated at all until she went away to college. She's out now working. But she still doesn't date much. I think our parents just sheltered us too much."

"Just how sheltered have you been, Greg? Have you ever, well, I'm being pretty forward here, I guess, we've just met, but have you had sex with a woman or a girl?"

"You're gonna laugh, but, no, I've never had the chance. Weird, huh?"

"Nineteen? And you've never been with a woman? You're a virgin, Greg?"

"Well, don't rub it in, it was my parents, I would have, but we were always kept on a pretty short leash."

"Oh, Greg, I'm not rubbing it in, believe me. I'm really not," I said as I petted his leg. I just couldn't help it.

"Well, your's is the first I've ever really seen," and he nods at my boobs half exposed before him.

I have to admit it, my pussy began to throb as I looked at his bare, tanned chest, his brown legs and that promising bulge in his trunks. All that and a virgin, too.

"I thought I'd go inside for a bit and have something cool to drink. Would you like to come to my apartment and join me?"

"Sure, that'd be nice," and we got up, I pulled up my top, we gathered our towels and things and he followed me up to apartment 204 and we went inside, the chill of the air conditioning immediately making my already hard nipples, even harder.

We had come in from the bright sunlight into my darkened apartment so it took a few minutes for our eyes to adjust. I got us some lemonade I had in the fridge and brought it back out to him.

He started to sip his drink as I stood there before him and asked, "So you've never seen a real, live woman naked before?"

His face was red, obviously this was all new territory for him as he nodded his head sideways.

"Well, Greg, I think it's just about time you did," and I reached behind and undid the top of my bikini and pulled it away to drop it on the floor.

"You're really quite beautiful, Kat, really stunning. Your breasts are so pretty."

I stepped toward him and took his hands and pressed them to my breasts. His eyes got wide and his fingers began massaging me as I stood there in the quiet room, only our breathing audible.

"They're so soft and nice, oh, this is incredible."

"I want you to kiss and suck them, Greg. It'll make me feel so happy," and I moved even closer bringing a nipple to his lips as I watched his mouth open and then close around my areola and begin to pull. Oh, it felt so good. It had been so long.

"Mmm, that's lovely, Greg, lovely," and I stood there looking down as he sucked one breast and fondled the other. I put my hand on his hand as he squeezed my boob. I was so wet, I knew my bikini bottom must be soaked.

He sucked me until I almost couldn't stand it any longer. I also knew I had other plans for my new virgin friend so I stepped back and untied the bottom.

"Ready for the rest, Greg?"

He nodded and I pulled the bottom away and stepped forward to stand before him with my legs spread apart.

"Oh, you are so sexy, just beautiful, and your..." as he nodded to my pussy, all nicely shaved, "You mean my pussy, Greg?" 

"Yes, your pussy is beautiful."

"It loves to be kissed, Greg," and he looked up at me then moved forward and kissed my right on my slit.

"Lick me, Greg, my pussy, lick my pussy," I whispered and he began stroking his tongue up and down along my pussy groove as I gently held his cheeks.

It had been so long, so very long since a tongue had touched my pussy, oh, it felt so wonderful. The chilled air in the room and all the sexual tension had my nipples bigger than I'd ever seen them, I wanted this young man more than I've ever wanted any man before. Ever.

"Ready to show me your's, Greg?"

I could see him turn red again as he stood up and pulled his trunks down and stood there. His erection was standing straight out. His cock wasn't real big, more like average, well, that's fine, I thought, and it seemed pretty long and was lighter in color than most I'd seen, more of a pinkish hue. The head was perfectly formed and as I knelt down in front of him, his dick quivered a bit before I took it into my mouth.

As I began to suck, I ran my tongue over the tip, it was incredibly soft and smooth, I just ran my tongue around it over and over, it was lovely.

"Oh, Kat, that's wonderful, god, that feels so good. Oh, oh."

Well, I knew I had to decide whether to suck him until he cums which would be fun and risk that he'll be soft after that and we'll have to wait until he's hard again to have that nice cock up inside me. Or to stop now and maybe have him cum too soon once he's inside me.

I opted to trust in his youthful virginity and sucked him to the finish.

I felt the throb between my lips as the first spurt hit the back of my mouth.

"UUUH, UUUH, UUUH, OOOH, OOOH, oh, oh, that is the best thing I've ever had happen to me. Oh, wow, I've never ever felt this good before. That feels awesome."

I licked the remaining drop off and stood up to kiss him as he embraced his first naked female.

"You feel so good, Kat, your skin, oh, god, you're so sexy."

I took his penis in my hand, turned and said, "Follow me, Greg. That was just the beginning," and I led him by the pecker down the hall to my bedroom, pulled the covers back, sat him down and led a breast to his lips. He knew exactly what to do with it as I stood there stroking his face, his eyes looking adoringly up at me.

Oh, was my pussy excited. But I was ready for more.

I pulled my nipple out and asked him to stand up, then I sat on the bed, spread open my legs and motioned for him to sit in front of me.

"I take it that you've really never learned about a woman's anatomy, right?"

He said only on the internet and I pulled my labia apart and said, "See that, right there, little button thing? My clit, clitoris. It's really sensitive and sexy when it's rubbed or licked or sucked. A woman will really be turned-on when you do that to her clit. But, always make sure it's nice and wet and be gentle. If she ever wants you to stop, do it right then. But otherwise, it's a 'wonder-button.' Why don't you lick mine, Greg? You'll see that it makes my pussy really wet and juicy."

He leaned forward as I kept my hood open and his licks were thrilling, they just sent jolts though me every time his tongue wiped back or forth. I threw myself back on the bed, raised my heels up onto the mattress and let him lick my clit and my pussy as I writhed under his oral spell.

I reached down to pull myself apart and whispered, "Your tongue, get your tongue up inside me, See my hole there, my vagina, Greg, oh lick me all around it and up inside."

He did just that and the months of just having sex with my fingers and a vibrator or two caught up with me as I exploded into a fantastic orgasm.

"AAAYH, AAAYH, AAAAYH, AAH, UUH, UUH, oh, oh, oooh, oooh, mmm. mmm. oh Greg, oh, Greg."

"Are you all right?" he asked with a concerned look as he raised up, his face all dripping and wet.

Then, I realized that he'd never experienced a woman's orgasm, especially a very powerful one like I'd just had.

I pulled him up and kissed him over and over.

"Oh, yes, Greg, you gave me a wonderful orgasm. Sometimes, a woman sounds like she's in real pain but, oh, let me tell you, your tongue was magnificent. You got me off really well. Now it's my turn. Go sit in the chair over there, you're gonna get a lap dance you'll never forget."

Chapter 2

Greg sat in the chair, I'm not at all sure he knew what was going to happen, his cock standing straight up out of his lap, I knelt down first and licked the tip making it really wet then, facing him, hoisted a leg over him, reached under and guided him up into me as I sat down in his lap.

I put my arms around his neck, his hands were all over my boobs, and began twisting around on his lap.

"Spread your legs a bit, Greg, ah, yeah, better, I can get down more, oh, yeah, you're farther inside now. Is this nice?"

"Oh, so much better than nice. This is incredible. Where did you learn these things, Kat, you know so much?"

I laughed, "Oh, you have a lot to learn, Greg. You're here all summer, right?"

"Yeah, my sister works all day so I usually hang out by the pool."

"Well, if you want you can hang out in my bed from now on. We've just started."

"Looks like I'll be going back to school with pale, white skin," he said with that charming grin of his as I ground around in his lap.

I was tonguing his mouth as he played with my boobs, it was lovely, he looked so happy. I began rocking up and down a bit as I flexed my pelvic muscles while I fucked him.

"Oh, that feels wonderful. Incredible. I don't know how you do that but, oh, Kat, I am so glad your bikini slipped down this morning. It's the luckiest day of my life."

I just sat there in his lap, my legs hooked around the back legs of the chair and used my pussy muscles to pleasure us as we just sat still in my quiet bedroom.

"Mmm, mmm, oh, I can't believe you can make me feel so good and you're not even moving. I don't think I can last much longer, it just feels incredible."

I kissed him and whispered, "Greg, your first fuck is just for you, I want you to enjoy it so go ahead and cum whenever you want. I want you to be happy."

I began twisting in his lap as I continued to exercise my muscles around his cock.

"Oh, oh, Kat, I'm gonna cum, I can feel...UUUH, UUUH, UUUH, UUUH, uh, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, wow, mmm," he groaned as I felt the warmth spread deep inside me as the first cum in months spewed deep inside my body.

I clinched him to me, kissing and tonguing him as I moved my pussy up and down just enough to keep milking his cock of its juices.

"Oh, Kat, now I see why people make such a thing out of sex. That was incredible, I've just never, ever felt that good before. Thank you, Kat, oh, thank you."

"Well, Greg, we have all summer, every day, all day."

"After that, I'm sure ready. I've got a lot to make up for."

"Mmm, you've got just the right woman for it, too, Greg."

"It still feels good when you go up and down like that. Oh, I love this. And you're so beautiful."

"Thank you, you're pretty handsome yourself. Let's get up now, I'm probably squashing you and I sure don't want to hurt your nice cock, that's for sure," and I raised up off him and pulled him over to my bed where we settled in.

"I didn't make you have an orgasm, Kat, I really want to give you one. I mean I know I did with my tongue but I want to do it with my penis, okay?"

"You can say 'cock' or 'dick' or 'fuck' or 'pussy' if you want, Greg, I've heard the words many times."

"Well, see, I'm really pretty hard and I'd like to fuck you, up on top of you if you like it that way."

I didn't say a word, I just lay down and spread my legs wide and held my arms open for him. He lost little time getting up over me and pushing up into me.

As he was going back and forth, he murmured, "Mmm, oh, this feels so good. I never knew a woman felt so good up inside like this."

"Oh, Greg, our pussies are made just to make cocks give up their cum. It's how the world works, isn't that nice. And, it sure feels good, doesn't it?"

"It's the best thing I've ever felt in my life. I can't believe we're doing this, it's so wonderful."

"Push in as much as you can and then just hold it there, okay?" I asked as I began twisting my butt around and around with him deep inside me.

"Mmm, oh, that's so good, you know so many things to do, so many things that feel so good."

"Well, Greg, sex is something I just love. I've been at it a little longer than you, I'm thirty-two, after all."

"You are? I figured maybe twenty-four, twenty-five. You sure look beautiful is all I know. And what you know, this is heaven for sure."

"Well, I'm that much older and, dear Greg, I'm afraid I started at this when I was a bit younger than you."

"I sure love sex with you, Kat, oh, do I ever."

"We're just starting, Greg. There's more."

He was going in and out of me and it was feeling wonderful. I was also getting tingly just doing all the reminiscing about my past sexual experiences. Maybe I'll tell him about my girl-on-girl and threesome times until we know each other better. Right now I was greatly enjoying him fucking me.

"I'm feeling like I'm about to cum."

"Yes, just go ahead, I'm really close, too," and just after I'd said that, he jammed into me with a big groan and I felt his semen spurting warmly into me deep, deep inside as I suddenly bucked back and forth a few times and felt my whole insides just light up in a fantastic orgasm and I lay there, shivering and quaking, under him.

He was down over me, kissing me over and over.

"Oh, Kat, it was so wonderful, you are just the most perfect woman there is," and he shoved hard into me again and we lay there in each other's arms just awash in lovely erotic feelings. We lay there, his cock still hard inside me as I would flex my muscles every so often just to keep him hard and ready.

"I can feel you twitching inside around my dick. It feels really nice," and I did it about ten times in a row, really tightening my pubic muscles.

"Wow, it's like your milking me. It feels so good, you doing that."

After a few minutes, I suggested that it he was still hard, we could fuck again, this time using a different position.

He pulled out of me and his cock was still pretty hard, lowered a bit at an angle but I knew how to raise his flag so I bent down and took him in my mouth and began the age-old process of re-erection practiced by girls and women the world over.

Soon, after a bit of moaning by my new lover, he was hard as ever.

"What are we going to do now? How do you like it best?" he asked.

"Well, like this," I said as I got up on my hands and knees and looked back at him.

"See where it goes, Greg?"

He got up behind me and showed me exactly how he knew just where to put his cock and he was soon fucking me like he'd been doing this for years.

"Oh, I really like it this way, Kat. Especially when you twist yourself around like that."

"Like this?" I asked as I circled my hips around and around as he fucked in and out of me.

"Ummm, exactly that. Oh, that feels really good."

"Well, try just staying real still while I do it. Just don't move, okay?" and I rotated my hips around as he kept his cock up about half way inside me. I know I love the way this feels, we'll see how my new student-lover feels about it.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, Kat, that is terrific. Oh, then end of my dick just feels so good when you do that. Mmm, you're gonna make me cum doing that."

"Go ahead, Greg, enjoy yourself," and I just kept twirling around until he let out a deep groan and jammed hard into me as his warmth flowed deep into my being. He dropped down over my back kissing me, his hands up under me massaging my boobs, it was just lovely as I kept on using my muscles to pleasure us both.

"Oh, that just drained everything out of me. You are so incredible, Kat. Thank you for all of this," and we fall together and kiss and just play with each other's bodies for a while.

"I just never knew sex could be this wonderful. Or this open, it just feels like I could do anything with you that I wanted."

"You can, Greg, as long as you never hurt me. Anything you want. If you want me to suck you, I'll do it whenever you want. Or fuck you, whatever."

"I'd just never, ever want to hurt you, Kat. You're far too wonderful for that. But, would you suck me now, it feels so good when you do it."

"Come up here, just kneel right here," and he held his cock up to me and I began licking it in a circle round and round, then took the tip inside and softly sucked him as I fondled his balls underneath. His right hand was rubbing my breast as I lazily sucked him knowing he was so appreciative. It wasn't long before I had sucked his cum into my body where I wanted every drop.




Lessons at Poolside



We took a nice, naked nap and then I got up over his hard cock and fucked him like it was my last chance on earth. I ravished this young man as hard and as fast as I knew how. He loved every minute of it. I was in a sexual frenzy that afternoon, he was just so handsome and sexy and I had been so without, it was wonderful.

Before he left that afternoon, he gave me one more orgasm with his tongue which was becoming rather expert.

The next morning he was softly knocking at my door at nine o'clock. I was in my robe having coffee and I let him in and two steps into my apartment, he had my robe off and was down between my legs. What a wonderful young man.

"I told my sister about you, last night. She opened a bottle of champagne she'd been saving and toasted my new non-virginity. I also asked her if she might mind if I spent some nights here with you in your bed, I mean if it's all right with you, Kat."

"Of course, I'd always want this in my bed," I said squeezing the lovely cock I was holding at the time.

"I guess I don't need pajamas, right?"

I pushed him down on my bed and kissed him as I rubbed my pussy all over his crotch. I'm sure he got the picture.

So, this started my love affair with a nineteen-year old virgin, me a thirty-two year old divorcee. Over our summer together, Greg has become a total expert on the female body and how to bring it most wonderfully to orgasm. Whoever gets him after me will be a happy woman indeed.

We have fucked in ever position I know of and he seems to have made up a few of his own. He even brought a friend of his from college, after he had carefully cleared it with me, for the most sex-filled weekend of my life. I dripped cum for a week after. Two young, horny guys kept me on my bed just about the whole time. Greg and Jeremy have promised to come back next summer and they've both told their families that they're staying with Greg's sister, well, they're really staying with me.

I've been busy toning up doing my Kegel exercises to get ready for an entire summer of horny young cocks. Wish me luck. 



Lessons Ch. 00



Ryan had no idea how many men or women were around, but going by the sounds there were plenty of them around. If he tried, he might have been able to figure it out, but the cool air brushing over his nude form, the cold feel of the edge of Her stilettos resting on his back, the slight press of the plastic rings of his chastity belt, the somewhat sore feeling of his gagged jaw, and the acute awareness of being used as a nude foot stool bound on his hands and knees by his Mistress/Woman's Studies professor was a bit distracting. In the haze of submission, he idly thought back to how it all began less than a month ago. When they were in a more casual setting, they usually laughed about it because, for all that had actually happened to him, he still felt like he was in some sort of porno movie, rather than real life.

Taking a Woman's Studies course had been a bit of a gambit for Ryan, one that his friends gave him no end of trouble about as he signed up. But, going into the business world, showing that he had, of his own will, taken a course like this was sure to help with brownie points for political correctness, and he also hoped to show some of the more closed-minded people in the class that not all men were pigs, and that chivalry and respect weren't chauvinism and patronizing.

As he'd likely predicted, when he walked in on the first Monday of class, he was the only guy in the class. He recognized a few of his female friends from around campus and sat near one of them, who had tried to point him in the right direction to his class -- they had a good laugh when he revealed he was, indeed, in this class. A bit of joking between the two ensued before the professor walked in.

All of Ryan's career and social intents for showing up to class went completely out the window as Professor Aldera entered. For all his talk, Ryan was still a hormone charged college-aged male, and she was, well, to say she was beautiful is like saying water's wet.

She was like something out of one of his dreams. She looked to be in her late thirties, perhaps just entering her forties. She still kept her hair long, a head full of flowing auburn curls that cascaded past her shoulders and down to her back, with a few streaks of red highlights in them. Her eyes were an almost paralyzing green behind the proper glasses she wore. The outfit she wore was a somewhat tight dark blue blouse and matching black skirt that slid down around her curved hips to her ankles, topped off with a slight flash of black stockings and heels. She didn't sport a pure tiny hourglass form (which was nice for Ryan, really thin women creeped him out a bit), she was certainly well endowed, round breasts just showing a slight hint of sag, the heels keeping her equally around rear tight and high. She had a slight bit of a middle, but it just helped pull her all together.

"...in our class?" In what was perhaps the first of the many (though not all as negative) embarrassments he felt in front of her, the first came when he barely heard her speaking for all his staring at her. A few girls around the class were giggling, some were shooting daggers, others just rolled their eyes.

"Wh- oh, yes, Professor, that's me." He caught up, managing to compose himself.

"You didn't take a wrong turn or select a wrong class, Ryan? I think this is my first time seeing a boy in my class." Being twenty-one, it was a bit odd to hear himself called 'boy', but Ryan passed it off.

"No, Professor, I'm here because I want to be." He said with what he hoped sounded like confidence.

"Well, then. Welcome to my class." She shot him what was unmistakably a challenging, almost playful wink as she turned, starting the opening lecture. Despite the raging hard-on he was sporting under the table, and the urges to just stare at her and admire just how God damned beautiful she was, Ryan pulled all of his attention on the material. After his screwed-up entrance, he had to prove he was serious.

Class passed by and large in the same way over the next few weeks, other than Ryan's showers on days after class were taking a bit longer than normal as he worked out his 'frustrations' from class. Their first major paper was assigned, each of them chosen to select a topic about a woman's role in various vocations and social settings, and how it has changed.

"Ryan, can you come here, please?"

They had just received the paper's requirements, and most of the rest of the class had filtered out of the room. Ryan nodded and packed his things and made his way to the front, standing in front of the desk. It was a bit hotter than seasonally normal that day, and she had her blouse opened one or two buttons. The dark frills of her bra were just visible against the open blouse. It took all his will not to stare.

"Ryan, I must say you've done phenomenal in this class so far. Well thought out comments, active in discussions, always staying on top of things. The first boy in my class to show such... dedication. I'm impressed." His cheeks flushed a bright red at the comment.

"W-Well, Professor, I'm just doing my best. I joined this class to learn, but also to make a bit of a point, and I just don't want to not be taken seriously."

"Well, Ryan, I'm going to give you a chance for that, if you'd like. A chance to really dazzle me." She smiled a bit, tongue sliding across her fully, ruby red lips. His breathing grew a bit shorter.

"D-Dazzle, Professor?" His throat had gone dry.

"Yes, Ryan." She stood up and walked around towards him. "There's one aspect of this assignment that no one ever wants to look at, and I think that you can handle it, or at least be more willing to." She handed him a small folder of papers. He flipped through a few of them, which largely focused on woman's role in the BDSM community over the last few years.

"P-Professor?" He looked up from the papers to a confident smirk on her lips. It made him feel weak in the knees. He shook his head and was able to compose himself, taking a few slow breaths. God she was beautiful, and with this assignment it was almost like she was targeting him specifically in all of his weaknesses.

"Yes, Ryan. You see, as shocking as this might be, I tend to dabble a bit in some more... erotic hobbies. And over the years, the number of women in a dominant position in the general bondage community has risen steadily. I was hoping you could do a bit more technical research on it, perhaps tie it into something else. None of the girls in class have ever really taken to it, but I think that you would be less... abject to getting to look at porn for school. Am I right?" She laughed softly, and he laughed in response.

"I can do this, Professor. It'll be... interesting." She smiled and patted him across the shoulder.

"Wonderful! Included in there are a few passwords for some websites. I don't want you to have to dump a bunch of cash just to do research. Now, keep this quiet, Ryan, alright? It's a topic of... personal interest, and I'd rather not let it known I'm sharing porn passwords with my students." All of the worry and anxiety he felt washed away as they laughed over the comment. Ryan felt much more relaxed now as a few more jokes passed between them before he went off to his next class.

"She has to be playing with me." He whispered as he checked out the websites she had given him. Almost all of them involved a sort of student/teacher sort of BDSM to them, mostly featuring slightly older women and younger men together, with the woman invariably on top in the relationship. Some of the websites were incredibly explicit, whereas a few others were more about the lifestyle than for a direct profit of exploitation. "But there's no way she'd... no, no way. Hm? What's this?"

He pulled out a small slip of paper from the back of the list of sites and passwords. It wasn't just a generic domain and password set, but a specific URL on some server somewhere. It took him just a moment to key it into the browser before he was met with a simple white page, with a single line of text.

"If you liked this, RPH213 tomorrow at 3p. Do not be late if you plan to show up."

RPH was shorthand for Rupert Hall on campus, and it took his somewhat porn-addled brain about five seconds to put the right peg in the right hole and realize that RPH213 was Professor Aldera's office.

"Holy shit." He muttered under his breath as he just stared at the text for what must have been minutes before closing the window. He shut down his laptop and hurried into the bathroom. It was time for a shower.

Much to Ryan's surprise, class the next day went completely without incident. She didn't bring anything up, even after class when she asked him how his research was going and checked that the passwords worked. There was a slight glint of expectation in her paralyzing green eyes, and it took Ryan a minute after he left the classroom for lunch to realize that she knew his answer already, and likely had before she even gave him the site.

She told him later that it was the way he spoke about women, the answers he gave, and a few other body language cues that clued her into his possible desire for such things, and his willingness to take the special assignment, and his somewhat eager approach were the final cues for her to give it a try. But at the time, all Ryan knew is that he was about to take a headlong dive into something he had no idea what to expect from. And that element of the unknown is perhaps what made it all the more exciting.

"Ryan! I'm glad you decided to come, please, have a seat." She said, as affable and polite as ever, closing the door after he came in, moving to sit behind her desk. "If you'll give me a moment, just putting the grades from our last quiz into the computer. A+ for my only male in class, once again. You never fail to impress me." She said with a wink, going back to the computer for a few long, agonizingly tense moments before turning around. She leaned forward, more of her ample cleavage exposed to him from her unbuttoned blouse.

"Y-You're welcome, Professor. I do what I can." Ryan stammered out.

"I suspect you always do." She said as she slowly rose. She stepped around her desk towards him, the click of her slender heels echoing as she traced a finger along his shoulder. "Do you know why I asked you here, Ryan? Why I gave you that assignment? Why I'm putting my career in danger by exposing this desire to you?" She asked softly, walking back and forth behind him, finger constantly trailing along his shoulders.

"You knew I'd say yes." He whispered out, shivers constantly running up and down his spine from the feel of her nail gently gliding back and forth across him.

"Exactly." She whispered to him with a smile, moving to wrap her arms around his neck gently, the full softness of her breasts pressing into back of his head and neck gently. "I knew you wanted me from the moment I saw you that first day of class. At first, I thought you were just another horn dog. But there was something in the way you looked at me. It was hunger, oh yes, but not just hunger. Appreciation. Desire. Lust. Respect. Admiration, even. So I asked you certain questions in class. Gave you special quizzes."

"W-Wha-" He was cut off as she pushed one of her fingers to his lips gently, making a soft shushing noise in his ear. A slight bit of prodding from the finger had it passing through his lips, his tongue licking at it gently as he felt her presence overwhelm him.

"Teacher is talking." She whispered, letting her finger rest in his mouth gently. "And I took cues. I guessed a bit, but took how you answered, and the way you phrased it, to guess that you wanted me, but not in the way that most boys would. You didn't want to take me and ravage me. Oh no. You, little Ryan, wanted me to take you." She slid the finger gently out of his mouth, only to slide two in its place, using her free hand to stroke his cheek gently. "You wanted me to take you and make you mine. I could see it in your eyes, in your words, your actions. Little body language cues. But whether or not you would act, was the question. It's a danger for both of us. But I'm glad. It's worth the risk to finally find myself a slave worth his salt." She slid her fingers out and smiled, stroking them down his cheek, leaving a cool trail.

"I'm going to give you my address, Ryan. I want you to be at my house tonight at nine o'clock, with a change of clothes for tomorrow. We'll see if this will work." She said with a kind, soft smile to him. "Oh, and before I forget, here." She gave him a small brown bag. "Don't open this until you get to my house. When you do, you'll know what to do with it. If you open it before... well, I won't be able to tell. But I can tell. You'll wait, because I asked you to. Now get going, I have papers to grade."

And just like that... it was over. The date had been set, the next step in his fate sealed, the heavy paper bag resting in his hand. He was tempted to look in, to open it and see this big secret she had given to him.

But she was right. He'd wait until she told him he could open. He'd listen to her, and obey.

And it felt so good to know he was.



Lessons Ch. 01



Lesson 1: Beth

A will admit that I was more than a bit naïve for the longest portion of my life. I now see that as a teenager I had many opportunities to get laid but never recognized the invitations for what they were. 

The first sexual experience was not even my doing. A girl named Beth, known for her outrageous behavior, gave me a hand job in a movie theatre. It was not even a date. We had gone separately to a late showing of an Italian movie and we were the only people there that either of us knew. We decided to sit together in the back row and share a box of popcorn. The movie was a romantic comedy with nudity when that was a rarity on the screen.

The theatre had at least three hundred seats but that night there were only about forty people in attendance, almost all couples and everyone sitting several rows away from everyone else. Our nearest neighbors were 35 feet away and three rows to the front.

I was not just naïve but also shy and cowardly. Beth, however, more than made up for my shortcomings. After the popcorn was gone she grabbed my hand and lifted my arm behind her until it was draped over her shoulders, nearly touching her breast. She leaned close to me and placed her hand on my leg.

As the movie progressed she started to trace circles up and down my thigh, each trip would bring her hand closer and closer to my ever-growing dick. My greatest hope and greatest fear came to pass when her hand began to caress my dick over my trousers. I was wearing boxer shorts and my dick immediately escaped its inner confinement through the slit. There was only a thin layer of cotton between her hand and my dick. I felt my pants getting wet with pre-cum. There was a loud rushing sound in my ears.

Her next move petrified me. She slowly began to lower the zipper of my pants. I had to force myself to breathe. After she had the fly open her small hand went into my trousers, found my dick and squeezed it. Hers were the only hands other than mine to touch my dick. The sensation was electrifying.

Beth sent me careening headlong into terror when she started to tug on my cock and bring it into the open. We were, after all, in a public place. I was nearly cumming by the time she got my dick out. 

She began to stroke me slowly but firmly. I did not think I would survive two strokes. I made it to number five before spewing like a geyser. I was so pumped that the first two spurts of cum leaped over the seat in front of me and landed on the floor of the next aisle. I saw spots before my eyes. I was trembling. Beth gave me the smile of someone who was very pleased with herself.

She never let go of my dick. Even though her hand was covered with my cum she continued to gently caress it. I am sure she sensed how inexperienced I was. 

Beth turned sideways in her chair and switched hands on my dick. She used her free, cum spotted hand to place one of my hands under her dress and the one over her shoulder on a tit. I had very little experience with tits and none with girl's thighs. I was again petrified.

Beth kissed me and I relaxed a little. She placed her free hand over my hand at her breast and slowly guided me over what she wanted me to do with her boob. She opened my hand and lightly traced the palm of my hand over her very erect nipple. I was astounded by how good that felt to me and more by how good it appeared to feel to Beth. After a few moments of that she closed my hand over her tit and squeezed hard, a lot harder than I would have dared on my own. She obviously liked it that way as she clamped her mouth on my neck to stifle a moan. Calming a bit, she then took my finger and thumb and squeezed the nipple, again a lot harder than what I would have dared. She removed her hand from mine and I alternated the three movements randomly. She seemed to be perfectly satisfied with how well her lesson was learned and settled back to enjoy herself while I did all the worrying about being discovered.

I had been concentrating so completely on pleasuring her tit that I had forgotten that I had a hand on her bare thigh. She soon reminded me of it when she placed her hand on mine and guided it to her waiting pussy, the first pussy my hand had ever touched. 

We had also both forgotten that her other hand was still on my dick which suddenly jumped back to full rigidity. Slowly and gently she resumed masturbating me. She again placed her hand over mine, which had become paralyzed over her pussy.

She started by pressing my hand down on her mound then moving it down and back up with firmness. I could feel her heat and how wet she was. I congratulated myself for remembering that the moisture was a sexual lubricant and not piss, especially when she brought my hand out and placed it to my lips. I inhaled the smell of pussy honey for the first time and was immediately intoxicated.

Returning my hand to her pussy she first lifted her butt off the seat a bit then moved her panties to the side. Soon my hand was directly on a girl's sex. I was awestruck, and, to the surprise of both of us, cum immediately erupted from my dick. As my cum flew through the air she let out a soft giggle, then kissed me hard. She now had my cum on both of her hands and her dress. She gave me a minute to catch my breath then started on my next lesson.

Slowly Beth guided my fingers to the exact spots on her pussy she wanted touched and moved them exactly how she wanted them to move. 

I will give myself credit for at least realizing that great lessons were being taught. I paid close attention and followed her every move.

She got me into a slow rhythm, a finger going deep into her pussy, curling upward while inside, then sliding out and up to the top of her slit, pressing on a hard something, then back inside. After a few repetitions she released my hand and, leaning against my shoulder, she settled into enjoying my ministrations while idly playing with my dick. 

After several minutes of playing with her pussy and tit she became a bit agitated. I wondered if she was still enjoying herself and thinking that maybe I should stop.

Then she climaxed, but I did not know that's what it was. Her body went stiff, she gasped for air, and she bit my shoulder to muffle a scream. She scared the hell out of me. 

I was sure I had hurt her. As I leaned over to apologize she clamped her mouth on mine and jacked me off in frenzy until I came again. We then kissed with abandon until we were gasping for air. We slowly regained some composure while gently caressing the others sex.

Somehow we noticed the movie was about to end. We composed ourselves the best we could but were still a bit of a mess so we waited until we were the last ones to get up and leave. 

We could not help but giggle at the many trousers with boners and wet spots and the miss-buttoned blouses. I was sure that the seat in front of me was not the only one with cum. One girl obviously had one tit out of her bra under her blouse, one guy was unzipped, and another girl had what looked like cum in her hair. Apparently we were not the only ones having fun.

I walked Beth home, thanking her over and over for the treat and the lessons. 

On the way there she explained girl orgasms to me, saying not many guys stay with it long enough to bring a girl off which is probably why I had not heard of such. She guessed none of my friends had ever brought a girl to a sexual climax. She kissed me after she said that.

I was flabbergasted to learn girls could cum. 

At her door I gave her a loving and grateful kiss. Somehow we never became boyfriend-girl friend and we never fucked. 

Beth introduced me to several of her friends and I sucked some tits and finger fucked a few pussies but never got laid. It was my own fault. The signs that I would be welcome to fuck them were simply missed.

Beth and I did repeat our adventure several times at the back row of the theater, once with a girlfriend of hers as our audience of one. Her friend was the second girl to hold my dick and the first to kiss it. But that's another story.

After graduating from High School I entered the military, still a virgin. Thanks to Beth and some of her friends, however, I could bring girls to the edge of orgasm just by caressing her breasts and could finger fuck expertly.

I also knew girls were sexual creatures to be nurtured, not simply used.

That was many years ago. Beth's lessons have been crucial in my life. I am still most grateful.



Lessons Ch. 01



My wife Sylvia is French. She came to this country with her family when she was about twelve. She still has a slight French accent which I have always thought was really cute. And of course she is beautiful in the way that only French women can be.

I know what most men think about French women, and I have to say that in Sylvia's case, all of the stories are true. She is a sensitive and passionate lover, always there for me when I want or need her. In more than twenty years of marriage I have never been unfaithful to her, never even thought about being with another woman. Until a couple of weeks ago, that is, when I started to have lustful thoughts about someone else. And that someone was our eldest daughter Nicole.

You see, Sylvia's family had a rather unusual custom. When each daughter reached the age of eighteen, she was introduced to the delights of lovemaking by her father. This was referred to by the phrase "l'instruction", which was always spoken in French. Of course, when I first found out about this tradition, I was shocked. But by that time I was so in love with Sylvia that I would have married her even if her family were from another planet. But after we were married I had more or less forgotten about the custom. Now that I think of it, Sylvia's father Jacques and I have always bonded well. Of course we have never spoken about it, but maybe it's because we have both made love to the same woman.

There is another unusual thing about Sylvia's family. On her mother's side, for as long as anyone can remember, all of the children born into the family have been girls. Sylvia and her younger sister Gabrielle were continuing the tradition, as we had three beautiful daughters, and Gabrielle had two girls of her own.

Our eldest daughter, Nikki as we called her, was the image of her mother, a classic French beauty. The more I looked at her, the more she reminded me of her mother when I had first met her. And when I looked at her, I was reminded that in just a few days she would reach her eighteenth birthday.

Nikki was aware of the tradition, of course. A few weeks ago, Sylvia had explained it all to her. Since then, Nikki had started to look at me differently. Her look seemed to be a mixture of curiosity and lust. That was when I started to have lustful thoughts about her.

At last the day of Nikki's eighteenth birthday arrived. There was the usual birthday excitement of gifts in the morning, and then in the evening there was cake and party hats with dinner. Then after dinner, Sylvia packed the two younger girls into the car and they all went off to spend the night at her sister's house.

After waving goodbye, I came back into the house and looked for Nikki. I heard the shower running in the bathroom. So I went to the ensuite bathroom in the master bedroom, showered, shaved, and did all of the other little things that were necessary in preparation for making love.

When I was ready, I put on a robe, dimmed the lights, and sat on the bed and waited. Soon there was a knock on the door. It opened and Nikki came into the room. She closed the door and stood with her back to it. I could see that she was nervous, so I stood up, walked over to her, and took her in my arms. She nestled up against me, and looked into my eyes. Her eyes betrayed a mix of emotions - wonder, lust, and just a touch of fright.

I smiled at her as I brushed a lock of hair from her face. Then I kissed her very gently. She responded, gently at first, and then her mouth became more urgent on mine, and her tongue found mine.

The kiss left Nikki breathless for a few moments, but then she smiled at me and reached for the sash of her robe. She undid the sash, and pulled the robe from her shoulders. The robe dropped to the floor and she stood before me completely naked.

"Oh, Nikki, you are beautiful!" I gasped as I looked at her. It was a long time since I had seen a young woman naked, and memories of a young Sylvia came flooding back to me. Nikki was so like her mother, and yet of course they were different, almost as though they were sisters and not mother and daughter.

I moved close to Nikki and kissed her lips lightly, and then I kissed her neck, and moved my mouth down to her beautiful breasts. She gasped as I look one nipple in my mouth and gently sucked it. Then she reached out and pulled my face close to her. I turned my lips to her other nipple and soon they were both as hard as little berries.

I took Nikki's hand and gently led her to the bed. She lay down, shyly, and I kneeled down next to the bed. I kissed her tummy, and moved my lips down, slowly down, over her smooth mound, until I came to her pussy. She jumped as my lips touched her there, but then she relaxed a little, and moaned softly as my tongue explored her little pussy. But she gasped as my lips found her clit and I began to suck it. Then suddenly she cried out, "Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Please, please fuck me now!"

I moved between her open legs and touched my cock to her pussy. "Yes, Daddy!" she pleaded. "Put it in me now. Please! Please!"

I pressed gently and my cock started to push into her pussy. Oh, how tight she was, so wonderfully tight! But soon I reached her barrier. Nikki knew what to expect. She gritted her teeth and said, "Do it, Daddy! Pop my cherry!" So I gave a quick thrust and Nikki cried out in pain.

I stopped pressing, and I kissed her cheek, wiping away her tears. "It's OK, sweetheart," I said. "It won't hurt any more."

"I know, Daddy," she said weakly. Then she smiled at me, and so I continued pressing my cock into her pussy. It was an amazing sensation, having her pussy cling so tightly to my cock. Then slowly I withdrew. Nikki gave a little cry of disappointment as I pulled it out, but then she smiled as I pushed back into her again.

I stroked gently in and out of her, and her breathing became faster and faster, until suddenly she wrapped her legs around me and screamed with pleasure as she came in her first orgasm.

I lay inside her until her pleasure subsided, and then I started stroking again. Much to her delight she soon had another orgasm. But this time I came as well, and filled her little pussy with my cum.

Nikki slept with me that night, curled up against my chest. In the morning we both woke early, and we made love again. Then afterwards as we lay together, there was the noise of an automobile pulling into the driveway. Sylvia and the other girls had arrived home. Nikki quickly scurried back to her own bed. It would soon be time for all of the girls to get ready for school.

Now that she was a woman, Nikki knew that she had our blessing to have sex with boys when she was ready. But she also knew that, until she met the right boy, her Daddy would take care of her needs. And what better way is there for a father to show his love for his daughter? 



Lessons Ch. 01



Chapter One

Sunday Night

Margaret sat at her computer frustrated. She considered herself to be a smart woman; progressive and usually comfortable with new ideas. These computers though, were an entirely different story. She thought of herself as logical, but nothing about this computer seemed logical to her. It frustrated her. Why couldn't the computer think like she did? Surely, it should be able to keep up with her. Lately, it seemed to be running more and more slowly.

As an English Literature professor and aspiring writer, Margaret used her computer daily. She depended on it for both teaching and her own writing. Yet, she knew very little except the basics. "Maybe I should consider taking one of the computer classes that the college offers," she thought. The challenge was always the timing; working the computer classes around her own class schedule. There was also the question of the appropriateness of taking a class with one of her colleagues and with classmates who could very likely be her own students. All that seemed awkward. "There has to be another option," she thought. "I just haven't thought of it yet."

She put away that thought for the moment and concentrated on the immediate concern. "It's so time consuming," she thought. There was little extra time in her tight schedule. When computer challenges occurred, they inevitably threw her off and something was usually shortchanged.

"I'll call Anderson's tomorrow and see if they have any ideas on how to make this run more efficiently," she thought. Finally, the screen unlocked and responded to her commands. By this time she was tired and out of the mood for her writing. She shut down the computer and began to get ready for bed.

She moved from the small desk in her bedroom and began to undress. She threw her clothes straight into the hamper and grabbed the silk nightie from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. She cleansed and moisturizer her face before settling into bed for some research time.

Margaret Wilkes. English Literature professor by day; erotic writer by night. "If only they knew," she thought. "I wonder if any of my colleagues at the college read my stories on the Internet. I wonder what they would think; how they would feel if they knew the author was me"

In spite of the women's revolution and the many changes that it did effect in the world, her colleagues at this small private college in this equally small, Mid-western town were still very conservative. When it came to matters of human sexuality, well, they were downright prim and puritan. Margaret was much more liberal than the world in which she moved. She was well known around campus for her frank and open discussions of all matters, even the big four, money, politics, religion and sex. She wondered if her openness had cost her some momentum on the tenure track. "Perhaps," she thought, "but so be it." She often felt like a fish out of water; a city girl in a small college town. She wondered if her frankness also hindered her dating options. After two years here, Margaret had yet to meet a man who intrigued her. Not that it mattered because although she'd had a few dates, no one had asked her out twice.

Her thoughts turned to other matters as the video appeared on the screen of the small TV in her bedroom. Erotica was a passion for Margaret. Many nights before she slept, Margaret did research. She watched the images on the screen for ideas for her stories. At the same time, she became highly aroused and ended most sessions by masturbating herself to orgasm.

She slipped the silk nightie over her head and reached for the box of toys that she kept by her bed. She stroked herself gently with a vibrator. She watched the man on the screen perform cunnilingus on the woman. He began slowly with his tongue barely flicking at the woman's clitoris. The woman on the screen began to moan softly. The man continued on at this slow pace for a very long time. Then his tongue began to move up and down her entire vulva. The pace and the pressure both seemed to be increasing. She watched as he took the outer lips of her labia in between his teeth. "I wonder how hard he bites down," Margaret thought. Her own hands moved the vibrator faster and more firmly. That was the kind of research that was difficult without a partner. For a moment, Margaret remembered Lee. What an incredible lover he had been. They had learned and shared so much together. After two years, she still missed him. Even now, she could close her eyes and remember the smell of him, the feel of him and most importantly, the way she felt when she was with him.

The couple on the screen shifted into a different position. Margaret watched as the woman opened her legs for the man to enter her. Margaret could see that the woman's vagina was swollen and red. The man's penis was huge. Silently, Margaret wondered if sex could really be comfortable with a penis that large. She had always enjoyed deep penetration with Lee, but truth to tell, that tool seemed larger than life and potentially more painful than pleasureful. Margaret heard herself gasp as the man shoved his penis deep into the woman's vagina. Only a moment later, Margaret shoved the vibrator into her own vagina. The man on the screen pumped hard and fast into the woman. Margaret moved the vibrator quickly and firmly inside herself. She was wet with her own juices. The artificial tool moved easily in and out of her. She pushed it deep; feeling the tip of her cervix. It felt so good. One advantage of "do-it-your-self-loving". You always knew exactly how hard to push and when. So few men took the time to understand the subtle variations in pressure and pacing that brought the greatest intensity to a woman's orgasms. Lee had really paid attention to her body and her responses to him. At the end he had known her body almost better than she did. Her body was a priceless instrument. He was a master musician. He was extraordinary. With him, she had felt extraordinary.

Margaret was breathing hard and fast. She had totally lost track of the action on the screen. She pushed the vibrator in and out; occasionally flicking quickly on her throbbing clit, before plunging the full length of the tool into herself. She shoved it in as deep as she could and clamped her legs tightly together. With both hands, she rubbed fast and hard on her clit as the vibrations continued in her vagina. Margaret could feel the orgasm building from deep within her. She felt herself quiver inside and the waves of pleasure rolled over her. One hand left her clit to push and hold the vibrator as deep as it could go, just as the height of the orgasm hit. She gave herself up to the shaking and shuddering of her body as it was racked with the power of her own release.

She heard heavy breathing and wondered for a moment if it was on the TV or from her. Her chest was heaving. It was from her. She reached down and gently slid the vibrator from her tender flesh. She reached for the remote, shut off the TV and turned on the CD. She closed her eyes and fell to sleep remembering the power of the orgasms that she had experienced with Lee. "There will never be another man for me," she thought as the salty tears spilled out of her tightly closed eyes. "He is the best."

Monday Morning

The morning light streamed into her bedroom and woke Margaret. She rolled over and felt the hard, cold vibrator. Not exactly the hot morning penis that she loved to feel poking into her backside. It reminded Margaret of how alone she felt; how she had still not grown accustomed to sleeping by herself. She wondered if she ever would.

She pulled herself out of bed and into the shower. "I have to call that computer store first thing; as soon as they open," she thought. Moving through her morning routine, Margaret was everywoman. She quickly applied her makeup, fixed her hair and dressed for the day. Before leaving the house, the bed was made, the coffee pot was off and the clean cup was sitting in the dish drainer. 

Arriving at her office at the college, Margaret looked up the information for the computer store in her PDA. "That's another thing. This thing probably does tons of stuff that I have no clue about. That's it! The solution to my problem. What I need is a personal technology tutor," she thought as she waited for her call to be answered.

"Good morning. Anderson Computer Sales and Service. How can I help you?" the voice on the other end said. 

"What a wonderful voice," Margaret thought. "May I speak with Tom Anderson?"

"One moment, please."

"Tom Anderson speaking," said the new voice on the other end.

"Tom, good morning. This is Margaret Wilkes from the English Department over at the college. I purchased my home computer from you about six months ago. It seems to be running sluggishly and freezing up frequently. Do you have any suggestions? I'm feeling real frustrated."

"Have you de-fragmented it?"

"De what?"

"De-fragmented it?" he repeated. "I guess not, if you don't even recognize the term. I have a new kid from the college helping me out with service calls. Josh. He's the one who answered the phone. I can have him stop by to look at it. He can show you how to de-fragment it and make sure there's nothing else wrong. Would this afternoon work?"

"That would be great. My last class is at 3:00 PM. I can be home by 4:15 PM. I'll meet him then. Thanks so much, Tom. It's great to do business where customer service is still a priority."

Monday Afternoon

Margaret noticed the white van with the words Anderson Computer Sales and Service sitting in her driveway as she turned the corner. "My gosh, am I late?" she thought as she glanced down at the digital clock on the dash. "No. He's early. Well, that's a pleasant surprise."

She eased her car into the garage and before she was completely out of it, a young man stood next to the open door. "Afternoon Ms. Wilkes. I'm Josh from Anderson's. I'm here to look at your computer. Can I help you carry anything in?"

"He's early and he's got manners? What's up with this one?" she thought as she slid out of the car. She stood next to him and was immediately struck by the sheer size of him. He was well over 6' tall; probably close to 6'4". He had the solid muscular build that was typical of an athlete. "I hope he knows about computers," she thought.

"Yes, thank you Josh. Will you grab these books while I take my briefcase? Follow me."

She was aware of him following closely behind her across the garage and into the house. "Just put them down on the kitchen table," she said. "I need something cool to drink. Would you like something?"

"No thank you, ma'am. I appreciate you asking though." As he spoke he looked down at his feet. He appeared very young and very nervous.

"OK, then. Let me know if you change your mind. I'll show you where the computer is."

Margaret led him through the quiet house and into her bedroom. Her computer was on a small desk. "Here it is." she said.

"Thanks, Ms. Wilkes. I'll take a look."

"That's fine, Josh. Can I watch? Maybe I'll learn something? I don't know much about computers. Frankly, they seem like a big puzzle to me, and in a foreign language, too."

She looked at him more closely as he settled his large frame onto the small desk chair. His hair was dark brown, almost black. It was thick and wavy. His eyes, she noted, in the brief moment that he had actually looked at her, were a deep, piercing blue. He was a good-looking kid. Kid being the operable word. He couldn't be more that 18 or 19; a freshman away from home for the first time. He looked vaguely familiar to her. She couldn't place where she had seen him, except to be certain that it hadn't been in one of her classes.

His hands danced over the controls and the keyboard of her computer. He seemed to know where everything was and how everything worked. "Maybe he does know something about these darn things," she thought as she watched the confident way that he moved through the steps of discerning the problem.

"Would you like me to explain to you what I'm doing?" he asked tentatively.

"That would be great, Josh. Just assume I know nothing, because I don't."

As he began to talk about the computer, his voice was calm and confident. She was reminded of her first thought upon hearing him say hello earlier that morning. His voice was indeed wonderful, deep and soothing." This young man before her certainly presented a complex and seemingly conflicting array of attributes. She found herself becoming curious and wanting to know more about him. 

"To de-fragment, you need to follow this procedure," he said clearly. He explained it in simple language that she was able to follow. "It'll take a while for this to process," he said, obviously more nervous now that his focus was not consumed by the computer. He sat silently, looking at either the keyboard or the screen, never at her.

""Josh, Tom Anderson told me that you were a student at the college. You do look familiar to me. What are you studying?"

"I'm working on my dissertation on 19th century English Literature. My advisor is Professor Butler. You may have seen me around his office. I know I've seen you. Your office is just down the hall from his."

"Your dissertation? You look so young. I thought you were only a freshman." She watched his cheeks immediately begin to blush and knew that she had embarrassed him. "I'm sorry, Josh. Maybe it's me. At my age, everyone looks like a kid."

"That's OK, Ms. Wilke. Everyone thinks I'm younger than I am. I still get carded in the bars. I turned 26 last month."

"Wow," she thought, "He's only eight years younger than I am, but he looks like just a kid. I must be getting old."

The computer continued to de-fragment. Josh was silent and clearly nervous.

"What is your dissertation on, Josh?"

"Erotica in 19th Century Literature, " he said in a barely audible voice.

Margaret's mouth dropped. "Oh my! What did that stodgy old Professor Butler know about erotica? That's my field," she thought. Now, Margaret was the one to be nervous. She had felt the subtle stirrings of a physical reaction, just to his voice this morning. With Josh sitting here in her bedroom, well, she could feel the moistness beginning between her legs. And now the subject of erotica had come up. "We can't go there," she thought.

"Excuse me, Josh. I need to get some more ice tea. Have you changed your mind? Can I get you anything?"

"No thank you, Ms. Wilkes," he replied. "I think this is almost done. I'll just sit here and then make sure everything else is in good working order."

Margaret left the bedroom and hurried back into the kitchen. She leaned into the counter and willed herself to calm down. "He's just a kid. An extremely attractive, kid," she added in spite of herself. "Even though some of his interests run parallel to mine, he's just a kid. Calm down, Margaret," she told herself.

A short time later, she walked back into the bedroom. She didn't think Josh heard her. He seemed totally engrossed in something on the computer. She watched him silently from across the room. She was totally mesmerized by him. She noticed over his shoulder that he seemed to have a text file open. "I wonder what he's reading," she thought continuing to watch him. He obviously was totally lost in whatever it was. His hands lay quietly on each thigh. She noticed that his hands were very large. "Just like the rest of him," she found herself wondering. "Margaret. Stop this," she chided herself. "He's a kid. You're a professor and eight years his senior."

Suddenly, he seemed to sense her in the room. His hands moved quickly back to the keyboard. With one stroke he changed the screen and then turned to look over his shoulder. "Oh, Ms. Wilkes. You're back," he stammered out. The situation clearly reminded Margaret of a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm just finishing up here. The de-fragmenting is complete and I've cleaned up a few things. It seems to be running fine again."

"Thank you, Josh," Margaret said as she walked toward him. I appreciate your prompt response and thorough service. Is there a fee?"

"You're still under the first year service contract. There is no charge."

She watched as he stood and gathered his papers. He bent to slide them into his pack. She noticed how gracefully he moved. She also noticed what a great ass he had. 

"Well, thank you again, Josh. Let me show you out." She wondered if she was imagining it, but she thought she felt his eyes on her backside as he followed her back through the house and into the garage. He walked past her to his van. His arm brushed up against her breast as he passed. Immediately she felt her nipple respond. He continued to walk away. She didn't want him to leave. She followed him out to the van. "Thanks again, Josh," How many times have I thanked him she thought to herself. "Stop by and see me sometime when you're in to see Professor Butler. I'd be interested in looking over your dissertation. Erotica is a special interest of mine."

Without looking directly into her eyes, he murmured, "Thanks, Ms. Wilkes. I'd like that."

Monday Evening

Later that evening, with her schoolwork finished, Margaret turned again to her writing. As she sat down in the small desk chair that Josh had occupied earlier, she remembered the look of him and her response to him. "I wonder what he was looking at so intently," she asked herself. The computer booted up and Margaret entered into the word processing program. She decided to check out the most recently used files. "Oh my gosh," she gasped, "He was reading my stories."

There before her on the computer was the trail of information that indicated clearly that in 'checking out' her computer, Josh had opened some of her story files. She almost felt a sense of being violated. Her stories represented the most private and intimate part of her psyche. The only person she had ever shared them with had been Lee. Oh yes, there were all those thousands of people who read them on-line. They didn't really count though because they were anonymous. Josh was real. The potential existed for her to run into him again. "Be honest," she told herself, "You want to run into him again. But how will I feel now, knowing that he has read some of my stories?"

She found herself responding to the idea of his knowledge of her through her stories. "I wonder what parts he read? What did he think? How did he feel? What did he think of her?" As she thought about it, her hands moved between her legs. Without even being aware of it, she began to gently play with her vulva. Closing her eyes she leaned back in the chair; remembering that it had held his strong, young bottom earlier in the day. "I wish I were sitting on him, instead of this chair," she thought. She imagined him beneath her. She remembered his hands on his thighs. She imagined the ripples of muscles hidden under his clothes. She wondered if his penis was as large as his hands. Silly girl, that's an old wives' tale, equating the size of a man's hands with the size of his penis. She knew it had no basis in reality, but it sure was fun to contemplate. 

This young man had surely gotten to her; and gotten to her quickly and deeply. She sensed a certain chemistry between them, and wondered if he had felt it too. "You're silly," she scolded herself. "He's an attractive young man. He probably has a beautiful, young, tightly toned co-ed on his arm right now. He certainly has no interest in an old maid like me."

She turned her thoughts away from the reality of Josh and to the fantasies playing out in her story. She continued to work until late in the night. When she finally crawled into bed very early the next morning, it was without any research videos, without any toys, but with the very vivid memory of a certain dark haired, blue eyed young man. His face filled her mind as she drifted off to sleep.




Lessons Ch. 01



Friday Afternoon

The week passed as usual, filled with schoolwork during the day and early evenings; her own writing late at night. Margaret's life was boring and predictable. This week had been a little different though. She had frequently found her thoughts drifting to Josh. He was beautiful; so young and strong. Each time, his image appeared in her mind, she felt herself beginning to respond to him. A few times, she had found herself picturing his face as she wrote her stories. "I wonder if the rest of his body is as beautiful as his face?" Somehow she knew that it was. She closed her eyes and imagined his naked body before her.

"Ms. Wilkes?" she heard a familiar voice say. "May I come in?"

Startled, she opened her eyes. Josh stood before her. His frame filled the doorway to her office. He was dressed in faded old blue jeans, a denim shirt with way too many buttons opened, and black cowboy boots. From her sitting position behind her desk, and with those boots, he seemed even bigger and taller than before.

"Oh hi, Josh," she managed to say. "Come in."

He walked slowly into her office, clearly unsure of what to say next.

"Were you here talking with Professor Butler?" she offered.

"Yes, ma'am. I just thought I'd poke my head in and ask about your computer. Is it still running smoothly?"

She could sense how nervous he was. She was aware of how nervous she was. "This is silly," she thought. "Oh, it seems fine again. Thanks for whatever it is you did; de-frag something or other?"

He laughed and when he did, looked up for a minute. She saw his smile and the twinkle in his eyes before he quickly looked down again.

"This kid is really nervous," she thought. He only seems comfortable when discussing computers. She began to question if he was as successful with the co-eds as she had previously considered. His social skills were awkward at best. She wondered about his family and his upbringing. Again, she found herself contemplating the unusual mix of attributes, present in this young man.

"Josh, tell me how you learned so much about computers. Did your dad teach you? Did you take classes?"

"No, dad was never home; always working" he said. "And when he was home, he never seemed to want much to do with me. There wasn't a lot of extra money for classes or new computers. I'm self-taught. I used to pillage the garbage piles in the neighborhood for old computers. I'd take them into my bedroom and spend hours puttering with them; taking them apart and putting them back together again. As soon as I could, I got a job working for a small computer shop in town. I learned a lot from the guy who owned it. He helped me buy the components I needed to build my own system. I've been working on computers since I was about 8 or 9 years old."

"Well I'm impressed," Margaret said. "I know nothing about them; barely enough to do my school work and my own writing." She thought she saw him blush slightly and remembered about the stories. "He really did read some of them," she thought. "I often think I need a technology tutor." she laughed.

"Well, I could show you a few things, if you'd like," Josh offered shyly.

"Would you?" Margaret asked without even thinking.

"Sure," he said. "When would you like to start?"

"How about tomorrow?" she asked.

"Well, I'll be working at Anderson's till 5:00 PM. I could come over then," he hesitated and then added, "If you don't have any evening plans."

"Great. I can get my errands done and work some in my garden. I'll see you tomorrow then for Computer 101."

"I'll be by around 6:00 PM if that's OK," he said as he stood up to leave.

"I'm looking forward to it, Josh," she said.

He blushed again and walked quickly out the door.

Saturday Morning

Margaret loved the weekends; loved being able to wake up at her own pace, taking her time with her coffee. She often found herself spending most of the morning at her computer writing. She was so drawn to pour forth onto the blank screen, the jumbled up realities of her past life and her still to be fulfilled future life. The richest part of Margaret's life in this sleepy little college town, were her fantasies.

Margaret had taken the job at the college and moved here two years ago. It was a great career opportunity for her; more prestigious than her adjunct position at the community college; more money and a lower cost of living. The decision to move seemed easy.

There had been really only one factor that had complicated her decision. Lee. She had left him behind. "Oh don't go there," she told herself. "It's over. The choice was made. It's been two years. Get on with your life." She did, some days more easily than others. 

She stretched and closed her eyes for a few more minutes. "No hurry," she thought.

She lay there in her bed, with the bright sun streaming down, warming her body and allowed herself just a few more minutes to remember Lee. Weekend mornings had been one of her favorite times with him. With no jobs to run off to, they could spend the morning together in bed if they chose; and they often did.

Margaret loved to wake up to the feel of a warm stiff penis pressing into her bottom. She rolled over onto her side. The memory of Lee's body spooning into hers was so vivid as to be real. She could feel the solid strength of him. She remembered the intentionality of his lovemaking. Lee took pleasure seriously. He was the most incredible lover that she had ever been with. 

She could feel the moistness growing between her legs as she remembered the feel of his arm coming around to grab her breast. She almost felt him push against her bottom a little harder. She would move her hips back and wiggle against him to allow him greater accessibility to her already wet vagina. His fingers would gently tweak her nipple. She could feel the warmth of his breathing against the back of her neck. "Good morning sweetheart," he'd whisper. 

Time seemed to stand still whenever their bodies came together. Minutes turned into hours as they savored the sweet pleasure of each other's bodies. She had teased him, that he couldn't "do a quickie." Making love with Lee had always been a full gourmet meal. He didn't skip a course. She was offered anything and everything she wanted, for as long as she wanted it. Finally, when she was full to overflowing with satisfaction, he served up dessert. She had loved the feel of his orgasm inside her. It was the moment when all the power and strength of him, coupled with his vulnerability, poured into the welcoming warmth of her body. 

But that was all only a memory now, bittersweet.

The phone broke the spell. She reached over to answer it, aware that as she said hello, her voice was trembling. A telemarketer. Oh well, she really should get up and start her day. 

Margaret's Saturdays were usually filled with some light housekeeping, changing the sheets, washing the towels, grocery shopping and errands. Today was no different. She moved through the morning quickly, wanting to spend some time in her garden this afternoon. And then she remembered. Josh. "Have I done the right thing?" she asked herself. "He's a student. Not one of mine, granted, but a student; a graduate student, though, and only eight years her junior. That wasn't even a generation difference in their ages. There wasn't a clear line here." She continued to ponder the pros and cons as she moved through her day. Finally, going over it in her mind for the umpteenth time, she said out loud to herself, "Margaret, this is ridiculous. He's an adult. You're an adult. You have no influence over his academic career. You're attracted to him. Maybe he's attracted to you. Maybe he's just a genuinely nice guy who is willing to help you with your computer. Whatever the case, relax."

Saturday Evening 

Margaret poured herself a glass of wine and settled down to wait for Josh. She had showered the garden dirt off her body and slipped into a summery cotton dress. She had thrown a light sweater over her shoulders when she decided to wait outside on the porch. The evening was beautiful. The sun was beginning to set and colored the sky with magnificent colors of orange and purple and red. She could hear the crickets chirping and watched the tulips dancing in the gentle evening breeze.

She hadn't been waiting long when a strange car pulled into the drive. It was an old Ford Mustang convertible. Red; her favorite color. The top was down, which allowed her to quickly discern that it was Josh. Of course, he's not working now. No Anderson Computer van.

She watched him as he got out and began to walk toward the front porch. He was a big kid, but moved with the confident grace that usually came from years of participation in sports. "I'll have to remember to ask him about that," she thought, standing up to greet him.

"Welcome, Josh. You're right on time. I like that."

He smiled shyly. His eyes met hers briefly. He said, "Hi, Ms. Wilkes," before looking down at his feet again.

"Margaret," she said, offering her hand. "My name is Margaret. I'd like you to call me Margaret. Ms. Wilkes reminds me of my mother."

She thought she heard him chuckle softly as he said, "Hi, Margaret."

Gosh, he's even more nervous than I am, she thought. Let's get going on the computer lesson. That seems to calm him down. "Follow me to the computer, Josh. I'm ready for lesson one."

They walked together into the house and she led him again to her bedroom. The lights were off. She walked around and quickly turned a few on, illuminating the room with soft light. He walked over and sat down at her computer. He flipped some switches and she heard it begin to boot up. "Is there a chair that we can move over here, Margaret," he asked awkwardly, "Someplace for you to sit down?" 

"There's a vanity stool in the bathroom. I'll get it."

"No, let me," he said, rising quickly. He looked around, saw the open door and moved toward it. His instincts were correct. He found himself in her bathroom. He reached for the light switch, again instinctively knowing right where it would be and immediately was surrounded by the familiar smell of her perfume. He remembered it filling her office at the college yesterday, too. He breathed in deeply as he bent for the stool. 

She watched as he carried the stool into the bedroom and set it next to the chair in front of the computer. He sat down. She moved to take her place on the stool. As she sat down next to him, her thigh brushed against his. Her dress fell open to reveal her legs. She quickly reached to cover herself, aware of his eyes on her.

The lesson began. "I'm going to assume that you'd don't know much at all. That's what you told me. Stop me if I'm explaining stuff that you already understand."

Josh's voice was calm and confident as he explained a variety of different bits of information designed to help her feel more comfortable using the computer. She listened intently, aware of the clear and easy communication style that he had. It was easy to listen to him and easy to follow the logic of his mind. He seemed to sense the best way to explain things to her in a way that she would understand.

Outside the sun set and the sky turned dark. Neither of them was aware of the passage of time. Their focus was on each other and the lesson at hand. In the quiet of the bedroom, Josh's voice filled the room. Then she heard the familiar sound of a hungry stomach. She realized that she had never eaten dinner. She tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away. No such luck. The growling of her stomach only intensified, growing more consistent and louder. Unable to ignore it any longer, she said, "Josh, I'm really hungry, as you can probably tell. I just realized that I never had dinner. Do you want something to eat?"

"Well, OK. I guess I didn't really eat either." He shut the computer down and turned toward her. Still not looking directly into her eyes, he continued, "Would you like to grab a burger at the diner?"

"That sounds great," she said. "Just let me get my purse."

As they walked out onto the porch, they noticed how dark it had gotten. "Well, no wonder I'm hungry," she said looking at her watch," it's almost 9:00 PM."

"If it's OK with you, Margaret, I can drive us; that is if you are comfortable in a convertible, or I can put the top up if you'd prefer," he stammered.

"The top down would be perfect, Josh."

He quickly walked around to open the passenger door for her. She settled herself into the soft leather seats as he made his way around. She looked down to notice it was a stick. "What fun," she thought to herself.

He started the car and eased it out of the driveway. They were quiet during the short drive to the diner. They walked in and no one was there, except for Sally, the waitress. She seemed to live there. She was wiping off the counters.

"Are you closed?" Josh asked.

"Not yet," Sally said. "Soon. I think everyone got their bar-b-que grills out tonight; first nice evening of the season. Sit anywhere you want."

They sat in a booth by the window and ordered burgers, fries and chocolate shakes. This is just like being a kid again, Margaret thought. She was suddenly aware that most of her nervousness had disappeared. In the background the jukebox was playing old songs from the late 60's and early 70's. Margaret couldn't help herself and began to sing along. Josh squirmed a bit on his side of the booth. Margaret didn't notice. She was having a great time.

Their meal arrived and they chatted while they ate. Well, actually, Margaret chatted. Josh didn't say much. Without the computer to talk about, he was clearly nervous with her. Sally took their plates when they finished. She told them that she hoped to close up and be home with her feet up and a cold beer in her hand in about 30 minutes.

The jukebox continued to play. When she heard the familiar opening bars of her favorite Beatles song, "Something", Margaret jumped from her seat and grabbed Josh's hand. "Dance with me," she said impulsively. Reluctantly, he rose from the booth and they moved together into an open area in the diner. She stood before him and looked up into his face. "Oh Josh, I'm sorry. Maybe this isn't a good idea."

"No, it's fine, Margaret. I'm just a little out of practice. Not as good on the dance floor as on a computer," he said as he opened his arms to her awkwardly.

She moved close to him. She was aware of one arm coming around her, a hand resting on her waist. The other grasped her hand gently, but firmly. She felt him pull her into contact with his body and they began to slowly respond to the music. Margaret had forgotten the pure pleasure of dancing with a strong partner. She melted into his arms. She sensed that he too was beginning to relax a bit. They danced in silence as the sultry sounds of George Harrison's love song filled the diner. Their bodies moved like they had been doing this together for years. The evening was clearly no longer about computer lessons. "It seems so natural and comfortable with him," Margaret thought. Just as the song came to an end, Sally began to shut off the lights. It was time to leave.

They walked slowly to his car. Now, there was a different kind of tension in the air. The dance had clearly shifted the focus and they were both even more nervous that before. He held open the door and she climbed into the car. They drove back to her house in silence; each wrapped up in their own new and confusing emotions.

He pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. He turned to her; still not looking directly into her eyes. "Margaret," he began, his voice cracking, "I'm not at all sorry about anything that has happened this evening. I've been aware of you for months now. I've been trying to work up the courage to talk to you. Then, Mr. Anderson asked me to make a service call at your house and...well, you know the rest." He paused, clearly now at a loss as to what to say next.

Margaret looked at him. This wasn't what she had expected. She had been worried about her newly discovered responses to him; afraid that her feelings were inappropriate or would be rebuffed, or both. All the while, never dreaming that he would have similar feeling about her.

"I'd be happy to continue your computer lessons," he started, "if you're OK with that."

"I'd like that, Josh," she said quietly.

He walked her to the front door. "Well, good night then," he said as he turned to leave.

"Josh," Margaret whispered.

He turned back to her.

"I'm not sorry about anything that happened this evening either." 

The house was dark and quiet when she let herself in. She watched as Josh walked back to his car. He seemed to hesitate a moment before backing out of the drive.

"I wish you'd come back," Margaret said softly, "I wish I hadn't let you go."

She walked slowly to her bedroom. She undressed in the dark. The light of the moon shown down on her bed. She slipped naked between the sheets. Closing her eyes, her hands immediately found their way to her breasts. She gently massaged them; one in each hand. She rolled her nipples between her fingers. She leaned over and took one nipple in her mouth. She sucked; softly, then more firmly. She teased the tight hard nipple with her teeth.

Margaret could feel her desire rising to the surface. She was a highly sexual woman and understood and valued her primary sexual relationship -- with herself. Even when she enjoyed the regular attentions of a lover, Margaret stayed in touch with her own body. She liked the feel of her own skin, luxuriated in the sense of her own touch; practiced different pressures, learning what she preferred. Margaret firmly believed that a great sexual relationship with another, was based on, and must begin with, a great sexual relationship with one's self.

Margaret continued to tease her breasts. One hand moved to her face and she slowly outlined the shapes of her features. She trailed her fingers lightly around the sockets of her eyes, across her forehead and down her nose. She gently brushed across her lips; opening them to her fingers. She slid the tips along the cool smoothness of her teeth. She sucked gently on her fingers. As she reveled in the feelings growing in her body, Margaret's focus shifted from the pleasure of her own hands on her body to the fantasy of Josh's hands on her body.

She moaned. Her hips began to move and arch gently off the bed. The sexual tension in her body was growing. Her hands moved down from her waist and across her hips. Her figure was full and lush. There were rich curves and soft padding everywhere on Margaret. Her body was classic female; large, full breasts, narrower waist, wide, ample hips, softly rounded bottom and curvy legs. Margaret really liked her body and was genuinely appreciative of the many wonderful pleasures it provided for her. She laughed. She often remarked in conversation that she considered herself to be a hedonist. It always brought raised eyebrows and awkward laughter. But it was true. She was not ashamed of anything about herself.

As Margaret pleasured herself with her fingers and hands, her thoughts never drifted far from Josh. She saw his face in her mind's eye and imagined the feel of his fingers, his hands and his body on hers. She reached to find her favorite vibrator under her pillow. She turned the base and felt it come alive in her hand. Moving it down between her legs, Margaret felt her already warm, moist vulva. She rubbed the head of the penis shaped vibrator against her clitoris. The sensations were intense. She stroked and the vibrations worked their magic. Her body was clearly engaged and moving toward release. The tightness of her nipples moved into her clit. It became full and engorged, much like a penis. Her own body's fluids made her whole vaginal area slippery and smooth. She pushed the limits of her own endurance. She wanted something inside her now.




Lessons Ch. 01



As the tip of the vibrator slid up and down, pushing on one end into the tiny pocket her swollen clit and then on the other end into the waiting warmth of her vagina, Margaret's hips moved and shifted to achieve maximum sensations. The tip of the vibrator found its way into her vagina, then stopped; then pushed a little further; then withdrew. Margaret liked the teasing. And she liked the juxtaposition of the slow and tentative against the hard and intentional. She thrust the vibrator deep into her vagina and cried out. She pushed as deep as she could and tickled the top of her cervix. It was a challenge to hold the vibrator in as deep a she liked it, so Margaret raised herself to a sitting position. The vibrator was now wedged inside her by the surface of the bed, freeing both hands to stroke her clitoris. The dual pleasure of vaginal penetration and clitoral stimulation was heady and intoxicating.

Alone in the dark and quiet bedroom, with only the light of the moon illuminating the shadows, Margaret gave herself over to the pure pleasure of her body. The quivering began deep inside of her and moved out from the very center of her being. Every nerve and muscle was tingling and alive. She felt strong and powerful as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her body. Her cries filled the silence. 

When the fullness of her orgasm had come and then gone, she fell back onto the bed and was silent. Her breathing was ragged and strained. Her body was hot and covered with a fine film of perspiration. 

There was rarely any doubt about her ability to achieve a strong and satisfying orgasm with self- stimulation. She knew that she could quiet the demands of her body. It was her soul that continued to ache. She ached for the emotional connection, the deep spirituality that she had discovered could be a part of the very best of lovemaking. That part of her could never be filled by her own hand.



Lessons Ch. 01



Wow! I got a lot of positive feedback about the prologue to this story, and I really hope that you all enjoy the first real chapter about Ryan's new life. Sorry, advance notice, there's no real sex yet (well, besides the beginning, but I'll be doing that with each chapter, a little return to the 'present' before we get back into how it started), I'm trying to take time to build up the story and relationship between these two, to create a good deep plot before getting into the kinkiness. I hope you all enjoy, and thanks to everyone again for the feedback!

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Ryan was briefly shaken out of his remembrance as his Mistress gently lifted her feet from his back. A smooth satin gloved finger stroked over his cheek, sliding behind his head to loosen the clasp on the ball gag that had keep him quiet. With just that single finger as a guide, she moved him up from his hands and knees to a proper kneeling position before her. 

"You see? It does not have to take a hand full of force and control. Sometimes a smooth guide is all the right slave needs." He heard her voice echo out around him, perhaps bragging to some of those gathered about how much power she had over him. That slender finger hooked into the heavy leather collar around his neck, pulling his head gently forward until he felt the now all too familiar flesh of her soft thighs on his cheeks, the warm dampness of her womanhood pressing against his lips. As soon as he felt it, he began to kiss and lick at the warmth presented to him, obediently beginning to pleasure his Mistress. Lost once more in his submissive haze, he began to think back to their first night, just as the curve of her legs moved around him, crossed ankles pushing on his back to bring his head forward more into her delicious womanhood, small rivulets of her arousal sliding down his chin to the cool floor below.

It was almost six full hours from the intense meeting with her in her office before he found himself pulling up to her home. The six hours had seemed to go on forever, but now that he was actually here, it was almost like the blink of an eye. The heavy paper bag rested on the passenger seat of his car. It had been sealed with three staples across the folded top of the bag, and at one point Ryan had tore one off, intending to open it, but had stopped. He even felt ashamed for going against her wishes by doing even that much.

"Good lord, she's got me already." He muttered quietly to himself, reaching into his back seat to pull out the small duffel bag. He'd brought change of clothes for the next day, as she'd asked him to. He was still in the loose shirt and jeans he'd been wearing earlier, though he'd taken some time to get a shower before coming over. Though he had (and still did have) an almost painful erection in his jeans, he'd held off on doing anything about it. He had no idea what was coming next, but he had a few hopes, and he'd hate to ruin it by not being... "prepared" as he thought of it.

"Well, here I am, let's see what this big mystery is." He said idly, reaching over and opening the heavy brown bag. His eyes widened a bit as he looked inside, chuckling quietly as he pulled out a few balloon weights, the kind that were added on for displays. Beneath enough of them to give the bag a good weight was a small note, written in her unmistakable hand.

"Sorry if you were expecting something else, but this was really more of a little test for you. I wouldn't give you a midterm without a few quizzes on the way, would I? The same kind of thing applies here -- we take it in small steps. The first was if you could listen to my orders to wait until when you got here to open it. If you didn't, I don't put any blame on you for it, not everyone does well on their first quiz. If you did wait, then I am immensely happy for you. Oh, and when I ask, don't try to lie about it, you should be able to guess by now that I could tell. See you inside. ~Mistress"

"Well, fuck. Look at that." He said with a little chuckle, leaving the bag inside and grabbing his change of clothes and heading out of the car, still laughing a bit and smiling about it all. It seemed to fit her style, get him worked up and anxious, and then leave him teased, but smiling. He also had a new found bit of respect for her, for taking this slow. While part of him had hoped for a kinky fuck during their meeting tonight, that idea was now much farther from his mind, but he felt sure he'd enjoy whatever happened.

He stepped up and, taking a slow, deep breath, knocked on her door, waiting for the answer. He half expected her to make him wait as another test, but no such thing, she came right when he knocked, smiling. Ryan's jaw fell slack as he saw her.

She was dressed in a casual bath robe, the top open enough to show the warm expanses of her breasts, the valley of her cleavage almost beckoning him. It flowed down to her ankles, but was tight enough from the tie around her waist that it showed off the curves of her hips and, when she turned, her rear as well, the side laying open enough to expose the smooth supple flesh of her leg. From the parts of her body that were exposed by the robe, it was clear that, if she was wearing anything under it, it wasn't anything of any sort of substantial size.

"Ah, Ryan. I am so glad you decided to come. Come in." She said, stepping back inside and letting him follow. Since she continued down the hall, Ryan turned and closed the door, turning to follow. "What did you think of the bag?" She asked with a playful smile. He laughed a bit and shook his head, continuing to follow her.

"Well, I had a few ideas about what it might have been but, well, I was definitely caught off guard, Professor." He said with a shrug, smiling back. She turned and gave him a mischievous smirk, leaning forward slightly to put a finger against his lips once more. His eyes were almost drawn to the curves of her now more exposed breasts. She must have had some sort of perfume on, because he suddenly became acutely aware of her almost intoxicating scent now that she was so close.

"Two things, little Ryan." That slight push again of the finger, without hesitation this time, beckoned his lips to part, as he once more began to gently lick and suck at the digit she presented to him. It was certainly an effective way to keep him quiet. "First off, I'm glad that you obeyed my orders. I can tell by how fresh your reaction is. You haven't really had much time to think about it, so you're still just chuckling about how off it was from your expectations." She let the finger slide from his lips, licking it slowly herself, as if she was using it to taste his mouth. "And second, while we're here, it's Mistress, little Ryan. I stop being your professor when we leave the campus."

"A-Alright." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "I mean, alright, Mistress." He quickly followed up.

"Good boy. Now come on in. You can set your bag down there next to door near the stairs. That's the restroom if you need it at all, just ask me first." She said, pointing it out to him, waiting for him to set his bag down before moving towards the large room he presumed was her living room. "Now, little Ryan, I know you probably had a million different fantasies about what was going to happen tonight, but I'm afraid you're not going to be getting your oats tonight with me." He nodded, with a slight shrug. "Ah, so that fantasy fled when you saw the note then?" She paused, waiting for a response.

"Yes, it did- Mistress." He tagged on quickly, which made her smile. "And, I'm sure you'll think I'm nuts, and please don't think of this the wrong way, but I was actually a little relieved. If we did um, well, do anything tonight, I don't know if I'd, um... man I don't know how to say it. If I'd have the same feelings for you. If it was just to use me for pleasure, without, um, building anything on it." Her smile could have lit up the room at his response.

"Ryan, every word you say makes me more and more certain I chose the right young man for this. You're well spoken, respectful, but still have your self-respect. I had a slave a few years ago who worshiped the ground I walked on -which was very nice, mind you- but had no respect for himself, which I found a bit of a turn off." She said as she idly made her way to a large couch, laying back on it with a sigh, stretching a bit as she motioned to a spot on the floor next to her. When he went to sit down, she shook her head. "Knees."

"Oh, sorry. Mistress!" He once again had to add it on after a bit of a pause, though it was a bit shorter this time. He felt the heat rush to his face at almost forgetting, but it apparently just made her laugh, which helped ease his stress a bit. He moved to kneel on the ground next to the couch, one of her hands reaching over to run through his hair.

"Good boy." She said, flicking on the TV to the news. "I'm a bit thirsty, and I think an occasion like this calls for a bit of wine. There's a nice bottle of red zinfandel in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Get me a glass, would you? Down the hall, second door to the right." Ryan nodded and rose to get it, but as soon as he took a few steps she cleared her throat.

"Um, yes, Mistress?" He said, looking back to her.

"It appears you'll need a bit more training than I thought, but you're just beginning this, so I'll be nice to you. When I ask you to do something, the proper response is to say 'Yes, Mistress' and then go do it. I gave you this one freebee -- don't forget again, little Ryan."

"Oh, yes, Mistress, I'm sorry." He said before making his way to the kitchen. A slight smirk crossed her lips as she saw his form vanish down the hall. When he stepped into the kitchen, which it took him a bit to find -- it was a big house -- he saw in front of the refrigerator was a small note, as well as a small package. Ryan unfolded the note, skimming over the writing.

"If you're reading this, Ryan, then you're already doing a wonderful job. As you can probably guess I'm perfectly comfortable with myself, but I wonder if the same is true of you? Time for your first quiz! I want you to remove your clothes and set them in the small box on the side of the fridge." A quick glance to the side of the fridge showed a small metal box with a padlock. "The lock is there to help reinforce your submission. If you get too uncomfortable at any time, I'll open it right away for you, don't worry. I want you to put them in the box and lock it, then put on what's in this package, then bring out the wine. I hope that you're comfortable enough to do this. ~Mistress."

"Whoa." Perhaps the swinging back and forth between taking it slow and pushing his boundaries was making his head reel, but he felt a twinge of excitement, and his arousal quickly returned to its full hardness. Opening the package, he pulled out a small woven leather necklace -- it wasn't a collar, as he had been expecting since he got that first bag earlier, but he suspected that the "lesser" version that he was now holding was part of her take-it-slow plan. Also inside was a small container of talcum powder and what he suspected were latex briefs, though there was nothing in the front, and just as easily might have been a pair of latex panties (though they were briefs-cut).

Ryan stared at the objects before him, and then back at the box. He stood for almost a full minute, before taking a shaking, nervous breath, and reaching to undo the buckle to his belt. 



Lessons Ch. 01



I love my wife. Truly I do. I guess you have to in order to stick by each other for more than thirty years. That doesn't mean that it's been a rose garden, in fact that is a very apt description. It looks beautiful and it is enjoyable, but if you wade into it you will see that there are many small thorns hidden beneath the flowers. Actually, some of those thorns are not as small as they would seem. 

In most of our life we fit each other well, the one big thorn has always been the difference in sex lives. When we were young we were like rabbits, after our first born she slowed down, after the second more, and by the time three and four had come down the road.... Well I was still always horny and she was....well less so. I love her, I think she is still beautiful, even for a fifty year old woman. I get a hard-on when she gets in the shower, I get a hard-on when she gets naked at night to get ready for bed, I get a hard-on when I see her in a swim suit, I get a hard-on when.....well you get the idea. But she didn't have the same drive as I did, and that got even worse when she had to have surgery to remove those parts that were responsible for creating the hormones that drive that.

The doctor said with the right hormone therapy, blah blah blah. I wanted her to explore that, she didn't. Needless to say, our sex lives had dwindled to once every month or two....not a good situation. It had to come to a head sooner or later, and well, it finally did. It wasn't a pretty fight. My wife is half Italian and has that temper, I'm half German and very hard headed. Together we have some spectacular shouting matches, which is exactly why we don't live in the city. This fight was no different. Things were shouted that shouldn't have been even said, implications made, that sort of thing. In the end nothing was solved and both of us ended up hurting. 

She complained that I spent too much time thinking about sex and trying to entice her to have some, and I complained that I was getting tired of being shunned every time I tried to entice her. In the end I stormed out, declaring that when she finally decided she wanted to have sex she could come ask, that I was done asking. I suppose I also left the implication that if she didn't come ask soon I might have to start looking for other places to get that release. Needless to say our relationship has been a bit chilly for the last few months. Don't get me wrong, we still hug and kiss and say I love you, but bedtime is like there is an invisible wall between us in bed.

Over a fishing rod, Joe and I had commiserated more than once on the state of our sex lives. My wife Nancy and his wife Lisa are best friends, which is how we got to know each other. Over the years we have become good friends and spent many a day off at some lake fishing. Just knowing I wasn't the only one struggling with this in my marriage, even though they had been at it ten years less than we had, allowed me to vent my frustrations in a place that I knew wouldn't come back to bite me later, and the same for Joe. 

As the weekend approached Joe and I planned on heading to the lake for a two day fishing tournament. Our bags were ready, the boat was ready, everything was in place to take off Friday night for the lake. I came home from work and was surprised to see my duffel bag not sitting where I had left it, in fact, what was sitting there was a large suitcase.

"Hon? What's up?" I asked my wife as she walked down the hall dressed in a dress and heels, something she rarely wears unless we're headed out for something extremely special. "Going somewhere?"

"Actually WE are," she answered as she walked to the big rolling suit case.

"Oh? Well, um, okay. I can change plans and re-pack." I answered in confusion. Had I forgotten something? Special date, trip? I couldn't think of anything.

"No need. I took care of everything."

"Oh, well I better let Joe know." I said, reaching for my cell phone as she walked past.

"No need Lisa's already told him." She said as she headed out the door to our SUV. 

"Oh?" I asked, even more confused.

"Uh huh. They're going with us." She said parking the big suitcase at the back of the car. "You going to put this in or do I have to do that too?"

"Uh, sure." I said, stepping up to the suitcase as the back of the car motored open. I lifted the suitcase into the back, closed the liftgate and walked around to get into the driver's seat, but my wife was already in it. With a shrug I walked around the other side and got in the passenger seat. My wife could be every bit as stubborn as I could be, and she would tell me what was going on when she was ready, and nothing I could say would prompt her to tell me sooner. I sat in the car as we drove across town, finally pulling into Joe and Lisa's drive about fifteen minutes later. To my surprise Lisa stepped out of the house wearing a plain gray skirt and white button down blouse, Joe following behind looking as confused as I felt. 

I got out and put the suitcase Joe was pulling into the back and went back to get in the front passenger seat, finding Lisa already sitting in it. With a silent "Damned if I know!" gesture to Joe I climbed in the back passenger seat, leaving him to walk around and get into the driver's side. 

It was a long mostly quiet three hour drive before my wife pulled our SUV into the drive through port of a large hotel in KC. We made one quick stop for dinner on the way, and other than ordering, both the girls had refused to say much of anything. I still had no idea what was going on. I unloaded the luggage while my wife went in and checked us into the hotel with a reservation I presumed she had already made. It was a pretty busy place, with a large number of couples going in and out, many of the women, ranging significantly in age from mid-twenties to sixties in quite revealing and sexy outfits. 

"Let's go." My wife said, tossing the keys to the valet to park the car. I followed her in, pulling our suitcase with Joe following behind me with their suitcase. We rode up the elevator in silence and followed the ladies down the hall to a door. My wife slid the access card into the lock and pushed the door open. I expected Lisa to head to another door, but to my surprise, she followed my wife into the room.

I looked at Joe and shrugged, following them into the room. It was a large suite with two large king sized beds, a sofa, a couple over stuffed lounge chairs, a table with four chairs around it. I glanced into the bathroom, which was almost as large as some hotel rooms I'd been in. It had a large Jacuzzi tub in one corner, a huge glassed in shower stall, of course a toilet and a long counter with two sinks built in. 

"Okay boys. Sit!" My wife said sharply, pointing to the sofa. 

When my wife had a mad on you didn't argue, it simply didn't do any good, and while she didn't seem mad, she was clearly holding something inside. Joe and I sat on the sofa as directed, Lisa standing next to my wife six or seven feet away from us.

"Michael, " my wife started, using my full name, something she didn't do unless she were pissed at me. "You've been badgering me about sex for years, complaining that I wasn't giving you enough, wanting me to be more playful, more suggestive, more experimenting, and so on. I've had enough. Joe hasn't been much better. Well, Lisa and I have deiced that we're going to show you just exactly what you wanted all this time. You want us to be slutty little bitches, well we can be slutty little bitches. You want us to show more skin? A flash of pussy or tit? Well honey, you're going to get it. Of course it doesn't come without a price. You want us to show off, then you're also going to have to put up with other guys ogling those parts, not just you. And if one decides to touch us...well we may just let them. And this is the place to do it. This weekend is swingers weekend here. I'm sure I won't have any trouble finding some hot sexy guy to ogle me or feel me up. 

"Wait!" I started to object.

"Shush!" She snapped. "These are the rules. Rule 1, you can touch whoever you want and we can have whoever we want do whatever we want them to to us. Rule 2, everything will be done with both of us in the same room. That means that if I let some guy play with my pussy, you're going to be watching. Rule 3, you will follow all of our directions to the letter. One complaint, one backtalk, one bitch about how we're acting or what we're doing and we pack up and go home, no matter what time or where we are. Is that clear?"

I looked at Joe who looked as stunned as I did.

"No arguments, good. You stay sitting right there until I tell you you can move." My wife said, spinning on her heels and walking toward the bathroom, Lisa following close behind.

"Holy crap! What got into Nancy?" Joe asked quietly.

"What got into either of them. I didn't see Lisa objecting to anything either. Whatever they have planned, they've cooked up together." I said as I heard water start running in the bathroom.

My wife and Lisa came back out a few moments later and walked back to where they had started. Nancy looked over at her best friend, the two exchanging a look that said, determination? Then they looked back at us and without a word started undressing. Lisa unzipped the back of my wife's dress and then turned back to face us unbuttoning her blouse as my wife let the dress slide down her body, leaving her in heels, a pair of bikini panties and the big heavy bra she wore to keep her double D tits corralled. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she reached behind her back, undid the clasp of the bra and then shrugged it off, letting her big tits swing out fully exposed in front of both of us. Lisa had just shrugged off the blouse as my wife skimmed her panties down unceremoniously, exposing her full curly brown bush, which Joe was staring at openly.

As far as I knew, other than a doctor, Joe was the first guy besides myself to see her naked since we got married over thirty years ago. It felt kind of funny to have Joe staring at her like this. That thought was somewhat muted though as Lisa dropped the skirt around her ankles and stepped out of it, leaving her in a thong panty and tight lace bra, pressing her C cup breasts together. I'd seen her in bikini's before, so this wasn't a particularly significant increase in what I could see, at least not until she flicked the catch on her bra and shrugged it off, letting it slide down her arms to land on the floor. Her tits were surprisingly firm looking, sticking much more out than drooping down, with large round areola and nipples that seemed to be growing harder by the second. She pushed the panties down, stepping out of them and then stepping out of her heels to leave her completely nude in front of us. 

With a little smirk on her face, my wife and Lisa turned and walked toward the bathroom, their naked butts wiggling intentionally. "you boys can get naked and join us any time you want." My wife said just before they disappeared into the bathroom.

"Damn!" Joe whispered.

"Yeah. You know, your wife looks pretty hot. I thought you were complaining her tits weren't big enough." I said as I stood up and started peeling off my shirt.

"Nothing like your wife's. God she has big tits!" He said as he stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "She looks pretty damn hot."

"Yeah, it's all that working out she does. She's got a little extra weight, but not too much."

"Just the right amount from what I could see." He said as he pushed his pants and briefs down in one shot.

"Uh huh. Lisa has a pretty petite body for the size of her boobs. Nice shape. No wonder you're always horny for her."

"Not bad, but I just wish she'd show it off for me a bit more."

"Looks like she may show it off to a lot more than you."

"Yeah, your wife too. Hell, I've never even seen her in less than a one piece swim suit." Joe said as he pulled off his socks. "Ready?"

"Yeah, might as well see what else they have cooked up for us." I said as I stood up, slightly embarrassed by the hard-on I had poking out lewdly. We walked in to find both our wives in the swirling jacuzi tub, a thick film of bubbles across the top of the water.

"About time you two got here." My wife chastised.

"Sorry, we got undressed as fast as we could." I answered as I slipped into the water, thankfully hiding my rock hard cock which Lisa was staring at unabashedly. I slid into the water next to my wife and Joe settled next to his. 

"You know Lisa, my husband has been after me for years to go shaved. What do you think?"

"Yeah, mine too. Not sure what the draw there is. Suppose there's anything too it? I know one of the ladies at work is always shaved and says it feels really sexy, especially when her husband is shaving her." Lisa answered.

"Do you suppose we should try it?" My wife asked.

"Sure, why not. Our husbands could shave us." Lisa answered brightly.

"Ok. I think I'll go first if you don't mind." My wife said, standing in the swirling water and letting the foamy bubbles slide down her body. I started to get up too, but she reached out a hand for Joe. "So Joe, how do you feel about shaving my pussy?"

"Uh, sure!" Joe answered noncommittally, looking at me standing next to my wife being ignored.

"Good, come on then. We can do it right over here." She said, stepping out of the tub and over to the big counter. She turned and sat her butt on the edge of the counter and lifted her legs up, hooking her heels on the edge of the counter top, leaning back against the big mirror on the wall behind the sinks. With her knees up and her legs spread her pussy was fully exposed, her pink inner lips protruding as they usually do, her curly brown pubic hair covered in slowly disappearing bubbles, exposing more and more of her to us with each passing minute.

I shrugged to Joe and sat back down in the water. 

"Well, come on. Don't tell me you've never wanted to see my pussy. I know you've been lusting after my tits."

"I haven't...." Joe started to protest.

"Uh uh. I know better. Lisa told me all about how she caught you jacking off one time mumbling about how sexy my tits were and that you were going to cream all over em. If you do a really good job maybe I'll let you." My wife said.

"Go on." I mouthed to Joe. He finally got out of the water and stepped over to my wife. I slid over into where he had been, next to Lisa, to watch my wife being shaved.

My wife kept up a constant battery of sexy little comments to him as he slowly and methodically worked the curls off my wife, frequently rinsing the razor in the sink next to them. "That feels nice. You have a nice gentle touch. Ohhhh I like it when you touch there..." and so on. I suspected the whole idea was to make me feel jealous. Joe, for his part did a very careful job shaving her, but seemed quite nervous about touching her.

"Very nice!" My wife said, rubbing her now bald pussy with a towel and playing with her pussy lips. "Very nice indeed. I do think you need a reward. Would you like to cum on my big titties? You can, I'll let you squirt all over 'em." 

"Uh, not right now I don't think." He answered.

"Awww down be shy. You know you want to." My wife said, sliding off the counter. "What do you think honey? Should I jack him off all over my tits?"

"Whatever you want sweetie. This is your game, remember?" 

"You're right it is!" She said as she squatted down in front of Joe, both hands reaching out for his cock. She began to slowly stroke his shaft, both hands working up and down the length of his cock, her hands twisting back and forth as the moved. "You like that?" She cooed as she worked. "You wanna squirt your hot cum all over my body? Watch your cum dripping down off my big fat titties? MMMMM why don't you play with them while I stroke your hard cock? Just reach down and squeeze them. I like having my nipples squeezed, but not too hard." She said softly, stroking his cock while his hands reached down and cupped both of her tits.

I had to admit I was very turned on, and when I felt a hand slide into my lap under the water, I returned the favor, slipping a hand between Lisa's legs. We sat watching our spouses, our own hands busy under the swirling bubbles, her hand sliding up and down my shaft while I slowly stroked a finger up between her fat outer lips, teasing across her clit and then pushing back down again. She spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow, and suppressed a soft moan as my finger invaded deeper into her, pushing into her tunnel.

"There you go. You're going to cum aren't you?" My wife asked my groaning best friend.

"Uh huh," Joe grunted.

"That's it. Don't close your eyes now.... Just watch your hard cock shoot your cum all over my slutty titties. Cream 'em real good. I want to see your cum dripping and sliding all the way down until it drips off my big hard nipples!"

"Oh shit!" Joe grunted, a huge gush of thick white cum lancing out from his cock and splattering on her right tit. Again and again his cock spurted, pumping more and more of his jizz onto her chest until his cock began to soften in her hands.

"Ohhhh yeah. Did you see that honey? He squirted all over my tits. Does that turn you on? Did you like seeing another man squirt on these tits? Tits that only you've seen in how many years?" She said as she stood up. She stepped into the tub and sank down into the water, gently washing off the cum from her breasts.

"Your turn." Lisa said huskily, standing up and climbing out of the tub. She sat herself where my wife had been, pulling her feet up and spreading her knees wide. 

"Nice looking pussy! I always wondered what it looked like under those little bikini's you wore when we went boating." I said, admiring her full rounded outer lips, with just the slightest hint of her soft pink inner lips protruding. With the suds now dissipated from her body, I had a chance to admire all her traits, including her firm round breasts and rock hard nipples. I grinned at her as I sprayed some shaving cream on her mound and then set the can aside. With one hand I gently massaged her pussy, rubbing the foaming cream around her pussy and mound while I reached my other up to her chest, gently squeezing one of her firm breasts. I let her nipple stick out between my fingers as my other hand continued to massage her pussy. "I suppose I should shave you now."

"Ohhhh uh huh." She moaned softly as squeezed her nipple before pulling my hand back.

I worked carefully, slowly removing her blond curls from her mound, the fingers of my other hand continually stroking her pussy and teasing it in to stroke her clit. As I worked farther down her pussy I had to kneel down, allowing me to slide one finger deep into her pussy and stroke the top of her tunnel while allowing my thumb to rub circles around her clit when I wasn't using it to move or pull her lips to allow me to get every bit of her hair. Finished, I gently rinsed her off, leaving my finger inside her pussy.

"Want me to get you off?" I whispered as I stood up between her legs.

"Uh huh." Lisa moaned. "Please."

I leaned my head down to her soft breast and sucked the whole front of her tit into my mouth, running my tongue around and around her hard nipple, my thumb rubbing circles around her clit in time with my tongue.

"Oh shit. I'm going to cum!" She squeaked softly. "God I want your cock in me. Put your cock in me! Oh Nancy, let him put it in me."

"Hey, it's your shave and he's your barber. That's up to you!" My wife said from the tub behind us.

I pulled my finger from her pussy and pressed my rock hard cock to her lips, pressing my head into her only an inch or two before I returned my thumb to her clit. No longer able to reach my face to her chest, I moved my free hand to one tit and began massaging it as I slowly stroked my cock into her in tiny short little strokes, working my fat shaft deeper and deeper into her.




Lessons Ch. 01



"Ohhhhhh fuck yes. Oh god. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I'm going to cum!" She cried suddenly, her whole body tensing and her pussy convulsing around my shaft. "Uhhhh Uhhhh fuck!" She squealed as I continued to stroke her clit. I stroked my cock in and out, sliding wetly into her pussy and then withdrawing until only my head was inside her. I could feel that I was going to come any second, and apparently she sensed it as well. She pushed me back, causing me to come completely out of her. As I stroked forward she captured my cock in her hands and guided me up so that my shaft was on her freshly shaved mound, her hands stroking wildly up and down as my hips continued to stroke, driving my cock along her smooth skin and into her hands.

"Ohhhh shit. Here it comes!" I grunted as my body convulsed, driving my cock as far as it would go and pressing my balls against her wet pussy. My cock surged a gush of hot white cum that lanced up and landed in a long string across her left breasts from her belly button to her shoulder. Time and again my body jerked, depositing more of my cum onto her. I could hear my wife's soft moans as well, her low long groan of orgasm escaping her lips as I stood between Lisa's legs, my chest heaving to catch my breath. I watched her, sitting in the water with Joe next to her, one of her big tits in his mouth and apparently a hand under the water in her pussy.

"Thank you." Lisa whispered before pushing me away. She slid off the counter and stepped gingerly to the tub and slipped back into the water. I followed behind, my now soft dick trailing a streamer of cum as I stepped over the edge of the tub.

"Well, now we're all shaved. I think we should go shopping tomorrow. We need a new dress for the party tomorrow night." My wife said to no one in particular. "You'll take me shopping won't you sweetie?"

"Sure, why not?" I answered, wondering just what she had in mind.

We lounged in the tub for another fifteen or so minutes and then we all got out of the tub, and dried off and headed off to bed, my wife and I in one bed and Joe and his wife in the other. The lights hadn't been of too long before you could hear the sounds of sex in Joe and Lisa's bed.

"Wanna screw?" I whispered to my wife.

"Not tonight. You'll get plenty tomorrow I'm sure." She said as she rolled over naked in the bed, putting her back toward me.

With a groan of frustration I rolled over as well and did my best to fall asleep, my mind filled with the sensations and images of screwing Lisa on the counter.



Lessons Ch. 02



Authors note: This is the second part of Lessons. As I said in the first one, each chapter is from another characters point of view. The first one was from Ann's view. This one is from Samantha's view. I received a feedback from a reader who was very angry with me for not putting in the title that there were other parts after that one. I did mention in the authors note that there were other chapters, but maybe I was not clear enough. So, this one of course is titled Lessons Ch. 2. in addition, I will mention here that there are other chapters after this one, and yes, you will see to be continued at the end of this story. I hope you enjoy it. After Samantha and Julie became entwined over a kissing lesson at a party, they went their separate ways. Neither one had bothered to get the other's phone number; after all, it was just a night of passion, nothing more right? So they thought. Fate was not to let them go on their merry way. This is what happened from Samantha's point of view. 

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The morning came way too quickly; the sun shined through my window and blinded me to waken. I moaned deeply and tried to hide from it, but no matter how thick my cover was, it beckons me from my bed. Rolling slowly to one side, my feet went over the edge and contacted the wood floor warmed by the sun's rays. I breathed in deeply, carefully to test the state of my head. I had enough to drink the night before that would bring a horse down. 

I was pleased to find no headache waiting to bring me to my knees, or better yet hanging my head over the toilet. Slowly I got to my feet, and I felt the slight bruising of my body from the passion I had shared with Julie. Damn, she was an excellent lover. Never before had I met someone that turned me on as much as she did. I didn't usually just have sex with someone I hardly knew. Damn that kissing lesson, damn Ann for asking me to help. Then again, maybe I should be thanking her. 

It had been so very long since I had felt my body convulse like that. Yes, I would have to write her and thank her, hell maybe I should just volunteer for more lessons like that. I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at the image staring back at me, the eyes filled with left over lust as I remembered the night before, how Julie's hands had felt on my body, and oh my god how her mouth felt on me. I shivered with the memories, and found myself gripping the edge of the sink hard enough to turn my knuckles white. I shook my head and began to get ready for my day. I could not let a wonderful night of memories distract me. After all, it was just a one-night stand. 

As I drove down the street to the baseball field I began to think about Julie again, I wondered what she was doing, then would shake my head and tell myself to get over it. I was sure she had her own life, and was sure she was not thinking about me. I pulled into a lot filled with other cars and saw my fellow teammates getting ready for our game. Many of them at been at the party last night and they began to giggle at me as I walked towards them. I just smiled, set my gear on the bench, and started to suit up. 

I was the catcher for this team, and personally, I loved the job, I mean how else can you get away with looking at a woman's ass. After all I was right on the level of most, as long as I remembered to catch the pitch I was fine. I listened to their teasing and just grinned at them as they tried to get details from me. I tried to look as if it was nothing much, but my close friends could tell how it really was from the look in my eyes. 

I paid scant attention to the other team as they arrived one by one, going to their side of the field and readying themselves. I rarely bothered to observe them in the bench. I was more interested in what they did on the field. Finally, it was time to get started. The ref called us on the field, we were the first to take it, since it was our home, and the right to bat first went to them. I crouched down behind home base and pulled my mask over my face; waiting to catch the few practice balls, we were allowed. The ref called for the first batter, and I went into game mode. 

I took a moment to gather my view of the batter's ass, noting quickly she had too much back there and gave my attention to my pitcher; the first ball was a strike. I smiled; this was going to be way too easy. My pitcher struck her out in short order, the second came up and she too was sent back to the bench. I was quite pleased with our progress and decided I would reward myself with a gander at the next batter's ass. 

As soon as I looked up enough to see it, I about fell over. I knew that ass, I knew the curves, and I had felt the flesh under my touch. I blinked, then I shook my head, turning my mind back to the game just in time to catch the ball coming in quick to my glove, or so I thought. The sound of the bat hitting the ball echoed in my ear, I knew it was going to keep going just from the sound of it, yet I stood up quickly to catch it if we were lucky enough to keep it infield. 

No such luck though and I watched the woman run around the bases, I kept watching her, the brim of her hat was down to far for me to see her well, her hair was up inside of her hat, but I knew that body. She rounded third and headed my way, but I was soon pushed out of the way by her fellow teammates, and before I could get a good look, they hauled her away as if she had just won the game for them. Damn I thought, it is only the first inning. 

The next batter came to the plate and she was struck down quickly, now it was time for us to get some pay back. I watched as three of my mates went up and loaded the bases for me. It was now my turn, I was the power hitter, I would bring them home, even if I didn't come all the way, they would. I never hit less than a triple, and if I did, I always pushed to third anyway I liked taking chances sometimes. 

I stepped into the box after taking a few practice swings. I was known to have a weird stance, and sometimes the pitcher would look at me weird, this one did as well, but soon she cleared her mind and fired the first one in. See my stance gives me a weird strike zone and I grinned as the ref called it a ball. I stepped out and swung a few more practice swings and stepped back into the box, the ball was coming in quick, it was a change up, or so she was trying, it too was called a ball. 

I decided to be a smart ass and tell the catcher I wished her pitcher would throw something that was worth hitting, she called a time out, and without looking at me went to her pitcher. I was pleased, at least now, maybe I could bring in three instead of being forced to walk and only bring in one. She came back to the plate and I noticed she was the same woman I had been watching, oh shit, I thought to myself. Damn it Sam get your mind back on the game. I stepped back into the box, the next ball came in quick and hard, and I swung. STRIKE ONE. Damn it! I stepped out of the box and took a deep breath in. No way in hell was I going to let a woman make me miss this ball. 

I stepped back in and closed my mind down, the ball came in, the same as before, except this time my bat made contact, and hard. I could feel the sting in my hands as I hit the ball, I could hear my bat cracking and I cussed under my breath as I ran to first, looking to my ball and seeing how far it really went. 

Damn it was going to fall in the outfield instead of going over the fence. I ran for second, I still had time. I ran for third, my coach told me to stay. Oh, hell no I could not do that. I looked over my shoulder watching as the outfielder hit her cut off man. I would make it, I ran hard and fast. I saw the ball out of the corner of my eye, I was racing it. I saw the catcher covering the base. I was faster yet I still dove face first into the dirt, sliding my body into the plate and the catcher, the ball rolled away from her glove. SAFE! I grinned and looked past the mask right into Julie's eyes. 

She whispered with a grin on her face. "Somehow I don't think you are."

The rest of the game was a blur, no one else scored and it went quickly. We won 4-1. My mates were congratulating me. We had plans to go to the pub and have a few drinks. I didn't know it then, but someone had invited the other team as we normally did. I got in my car, I looked for Julie, but she had already left. I didn't know why but my heart sunk at the thought of not getting her number this time. 

I breathed in slowly and drove to the pub; we always went there right after, so the bartender was use to seeing us grubby when we walked in. She greeted us and asked how the game went. My mates began a wild tale of me and my daredevil ways to win the game. It wasn't as exciting as they made it sound. I just sat at the bar drinking my beer and laughing as they told their wild story. 

Finally, little groups broke off and everyone was settled into the semi celebration. I had to go to the bathroom to empty some of the beer out and made my way through the crowd, semi looking for Julie. However, I did not see her anywhere, and thought perhaps she chose not to come. I pushed past the last few people and entered the woman's restroom. All the stalls were full and I had to stand against the wall until one emptied. Finally, I was able to empty my bladder. I had heard the others leave one by one, and knew I was alone when I went to the sinks to wash my hands. At least I thought I was alone. My head was bent down, paying attention to what I was doing when suddenly I felt hands on my hips. I jerked my head up and saw the image of Julie in the mirror. 

"Well it is about time I found you alone," She said with a smile as she began to grind against my back. I could feel her breasts caressing over my back, and her hips pushing against my ass. I turned slowly into her arms, wrapping my own around her waist.  

"What took you so long?"

She didn't answer me; she just took my hand and led me out of the bar to her car. I didn't even think about leaving my car behind. I would follow her anywhere and that thought didn't even bother to disturb me. After driving for a few miles we pulled into a drive leading up to a beautiful house, she parked and got out, I followed of course. She unlocked the front door and we slipped inside. I could hear her lock the door after she closed it, the sound played over and over in my head. Of course, I was there for a reason. 

We never spoke, we looked into each other's eyes, took each other's hands. She led me to her bedroom, closing the door behind us, pushing me against the door. Her lips met mine and I melted into her arms. She whispered against them, 

"Think we can make it to the bed this time lover?"

I responded by sliding my hands down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her up against me. Holding her against me, lifting her from the floor and carried her over to her four-poster bed. I laid her back on the soft mattress, my lips caressing over her neck, kissing and biting under her ear. Her moans whispered over my ear and I trembled against her. My hands traveled along her body, taking clothes from her as they did, caressing each bit of flesh that came to my fingertips with caring and desire. I was so hot for this woman, I knew I had to go slowly, I wanted the night to last, but the urges in both of us were consuming us and soon she was ripping my clothes off me, until finally we were both naked against each other on the bed. 

Our heated bodies rubbing against each other, making it hotter in the room, raising our lust to higher degrees. I kissed over her neck; I kissed down her shoulder, over the swell of each breast, teasing by kissing around her budding nipples. She squirmed under my body, moving against me trying to get my thigh against her hot pussy. I wanted to feel her wetness, I needed to feel it. I moved into position, the searing heat of her burning my skin as I pressed tight to her and felt her arch up to make her clit rub against me. 

I had not been thinking about what she could do to me now, I was only thinking about wanting to make her moan, wanting to hear her scream my name. My mouth went over her nipple sucking into the warmth as one hand slide down her side, over her hip, between her thighs under me and over her pussy. My fingers parted her swollen lips, nudging against the throbbing budding clit. Teasing it slowly, working my finger back and forth over it, then sliding down, pushing into her, filling her with two fingers as I slam my thigh against the back of my hand. 

She pushed her thigh between my legs and slammed against me, thrusting me forward into her breast as I sucked on her nipple. I growled low and I could feel my juices begin to paint her thigh. I could not help but to grind against her thigh as my fingers worked her pussy over, thrusting in and out with the motion of my thigh against her, making sure the heel of my hand was grinding against her clit. 

Her hands came to my back, I could feel her nails sinking into my flesh and raking it as her moans filled my ears. I let her nipple slide out of my mouth and I captured her mouth once more. My tongue snaking in fucking her mouth as my fingers fucked her pussy. Our bodies entwined together rutting against each other, pussies being fucked and rubbed, clits throbbing, breaths gasping as the bed rocked under us. I tried to hold it back, I tried to fight the waves I could feel rushing towards me. I wanted it to last longer. 

I wanted to hear her scream first, but her thigh was insistent, rubbing me in just the right spot. My clit was aching and throbbing harder. I couldn't hold it back anymore and I growled into her mouth, pulling away as I thrust myself against her even harder, in turn fucking her pussy with my fingers harder. I could see the look in her eyes, she was close to. I would cum with her, and she knew it. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her body began to thrash under me, wildly moving against me as I did her. My mouth, face fell to the crook of her neck breathing in heavy. 

"Baby." 

"Cum with me" 

Words spilling from which one we didn't know, we didn't care. The wave was hitting us, our minds went blank, and all we could do was feel and feel and explode against each other, making us both scream. My head came flying up as my pussy moved faster over her thigh, my fingers moving faster in her until I could fill her pussy squeezing my fingers with her release. The feeling made me cum even harder, thrusting against her faster. Our bodies a blur until finally we fell. Me into her body, her deeper into the bed. Panting, trying to catch our breath, kissing each other on the neck, soft moans escaping our lips.

"Lover, I have to tell you something."

I looked up into her eyes as our bodies finally relaxed and settled against each other. "What?"

"There is a camera in here."

I smiled as I leaned up to look into her eyes more, then around the room trying to spot it. 

"Hmm, and who gets to see it?"

"Well she is watching right now." She smiled at me and waited to see what I would say. 

"Who is?" I rolled off her and sat on the bed beside her. I was interested to know who wanted to see us badly enough for her to put a camera in her bedroom, then again, maybe she did this all the time. I didn't know her well enough to think differently. 

"Your friend Ann." 

"Oh really?" I laughed and got off the bed and began looking through her drawers. She read my mind and pointed me to the one that held her toys. I opened it and saw what I was looking for. A strap on. Mine was at home, very uncomfortable to wear at a baseball game. I took it out and slid it onto my thighs, making sure it was nice and tight before adjusting the cock. "Well I think she needs to come join us now, don't you?"

"Oh most definitely."

to be continued...



Lessons Ch. 02



Lesson 2: Laura

Being a virgin while in the military was hell. It seemed all my buddies expressed their friendship by bringing this up at the most inopportune times, like when I was trying to get laid.

I had experience in sucking tits and finger fucking pussies but I seemed to be unable to get past that point. I knew girls were complicated creatures but it seemed the harder I tried to please the more complicated they became.

I was learning though. When my next great lesson came I embraced it even though my buddies looked upon on my teacher with scorn. She was gay. Her name was Laura.

In true fact no one had direct or indirect proof on her sexual orientation. The guys knew she had absolutely no interest in them and their fuzzy logic led them to conclude she must be gay.

At that time being gay in the military was serious stuff. If any one bothered to bring up charges it was always a court martial and sometimes, even if the charges were false, it ended in a discharge,

Laura never did anything to confirm or deny the rumors but went about her life serenely. I know some of the remarks she heard must have hurt but she was always on an even keel.

I found that admirable in her. She was certainly shy and somewhat of a loner. I was too. I liked her.

She was very good looking, with a cat-like quality in her movements that was very sexy. She was as tall as me and wore her jet-black hair short. She wore little makeup. 

I kept my opinion to myself but I have to admit I too thought she was gay.

Our usual work routine would put us in contact with each other a few times a week. Her work demeanor was very businesslike, seldom smiling, seldom interacting except on an official level. However, because I treated her like a friend she treated me to smiles and to a wicked sense of humor. We got along.

Not too far from our base there was a strip of nightclubs, usual for any military installation. My buddies and I frequented one on most weekends in our never-ending quest for pussy. It did not take me long to realize that most of my friends were not getting laid either so my desperation had abated quite a bit. I could enjoy the night out and a few beers without feeling left out of the party.

Like me Laura was a watcher. When she appeared at the club the guys would go out their way to ignore her. I always went to her to say hello before rejoining the guys. Most of the time tits would distract them and I would find myself hugging a wall and watching the action. I was a very reserved guy.

One fateful night the crowd was larger than usual. My buddies got distracted early and the walls were already crowded with watchers. The least congested area was where Laura was stationed so I joined her there. The crowd kept me with one hand on my beer, the other behind me, allowing for more room to the sides. A bit of jostling for position around me forced me back towards Laura. The hand behind me ended up directly on her crotch.

I was blushing brightly when I turned to apologize. She looked at me with a very strange expression on her face. She did not say a word but I knew I had been forgiven when I saw her wicked smile. I turned back to face the front, trying to keep my hand at my side. A waitress went by and I ordered two beers. The first time a guy had bought her a drink she told me later. As empty beer bottles were exchanged for full ones and money changed hands I found myself very short of room and Laura was pressed tightly behind me. I noticed I liked that. I noticed she seemed to be OK with it.

Once we resumed our drinking and people watching I moved a bit away from her but to my delight she kept light body contact with me. We entertained each other with comments on the spectacle before us. We even rated people on their chances of getting laid that night.

As the crowd show became more entertaining I became distracted and again put my free arm behind me, once again brushing her crotch. I immediately tried to move it away and apologize but was shocked to feel her grab my wrist and put my hand directly over her pussy. Her free arm went around my waist and she held me to her.

Putting her chin on my shoulder she whispered to me, " keep your hand there, my pussy needs the attention".

There were two layers of people in front and to the side of us so there was little chance anyone would see where my hand was.

I was more than happy to give her pussy some attention and I used a series of gentle and not so gentle pressure to pleasure her. Soon my caresses began to have an effect and she pushed her pussy hard into my hand while biting the back of my neck. I eased my activity down to gentle caresses as she recovered.

"The girls were right", she said. "You are very talented with your hands" She kissed my cheek. 

I said, "be careful with that kissing thing or you will set off a bunch of rumors".

"Do you mind?"

"Hell no" I said not knowing if she meant the kiss or the rumors.

"It looks like I am going to be alone tonight anyway", she said while pointing in the direction of a crowded table.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The one your buddy is kissing on the neck. That's her weak spot," she answered.

Her answer sent me into feverish thought. First, she had just admitted to me that she was gay. I was proud that she felt she could confide in me.

Second, the girl my buddy had been working on was perhaps the prettiest girl in the joint, and Laura had made it with her.

Third, the girl knew the feel of my fingers in her pussy and my dick was acquainted with the grip of her hand. Small world.

After a while the action in the club began to slow down. Laura and I placed our empty beer bottles on the tray of a passing waitress. Laura did not want another beer and I decided I did not either. With both hands free I reached back and placed my hands on each of her hips, she placed both of her arms around my waist. I loved the feel of her breasts on my back. We had plenty of room now but she kept her chin on my shoulder.

We drew some stares. My buddies looked at us in bewilderment. Many more ladies than I would have guessed looked at Laura with questioning eyes. To anyone looking we would seem to be long time lovers. 

I found myself so caught up in the moment that I actually pulled Laura to the dance floor and showed her my best stuff. She laughed and matched my every move. I was having fun. She seemed to be having fun too.

The next song was a slow song. We remained on the dance floor and we started the dance in the spirit of fun, clowning around a bit. Slowly we came together and we danced like we were happy to be in each other's arms.

Then I saw that wicked smile and I knew I had a problem.

"Let's give everybody something to think about", she said.

"How are going to do that", I asked with trepidation.

She whispered, "you are going to give me a nice soft kiss on the lips and then we are going to walk out holding hands".

With that she turned her head and I kissed her. We each held the kiss longer than necessary but we soon completed the act and walked out hand in hand. Once outside she burst out into uncontrollable giggles and described the reaction she saw from the crowd as utter, overwhelming confusion. I had seen it myself and amazed that we pulled that off.

Shortly I found myself by her car.

"Get in", she said. "You can't go back with guys now".

That made perfectly good sense to me so off we went.

The usual routine for those of us that are not getting laid after a night out is to go to an all night café and get something to eat. The guys and I usually went to a truck stop. When alone I would go to a restaurant that featured an excellent seafood gumbo. When she asked," where to?" That had been my suggestion.

It was not yet closing time at the clubs so we had our choice of seats at the restaurant. Laura led us to a booth at the back. I sort of noticed we were holding hands. We sat on the same side of the table.

As our waitress left with our orders Laura said, "We have to talk".

"You are breaking up with me already?" I asked in mock despair.

She gave me a not so light punch in the ribs and said, "listen, there are rules. First, I love you already but not that way, as you well know. I trust you. But I really am gay. We are never going to be a couple. I know you are a romantic. Don't get carried away.

To make sure that I knew she meant business she then gave me a marvelously soft kiss. I retaliated by kissing her back.

My face, however, told her that I might have been a bit confused.

"Tonight I had more fun than I have had in a long time and the most fun ever with a guy", she said. 

Somehow the look in my face caused her to become frustrated.

"Listen to me. I said I love you. You have always treated me with respect. You treated me like I was special to you. But you need to know I will always prefer women and I will never ever allow a dick in my pussy again".

That last part came out with ferocity and pain. Suddenly her eyes betrayed a deep hurt.

I could not think of a thing to say except "I love you too", and gave her a soft, loving kiss on the cheek. A sob escaped her lips and she grabbed my arm and held herself tight to me.

We sat in silence until our waitress returned with our gumbo. The delicious concoction immediately lightened her mood and we soon returned to laughing at nearly everything.

Our waitress came to check on us often. My suspicions were aroused. I noticed that the glances between her and Laura carried a lot more than a client/server relationship.

I looked at Laura with a grin.

She said "what? I have not had sex with every single woman on Earth".

I kept my gaze and smile on her and she said, well OK, her, once. Geez, I never expected the Spanish Inquisition."

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition", I said. "Our two main weapons are…" She stopped my rant by jamming a piece of French bread into my mouth. We became best friends that night.

When we were done with our meal the waitress gave Laura the check. I reached for it but she would not relinquish it. She told me the amount and I put the money on the table with a generous tip. Something told me the waitress deserved it.

As soon as we were back in her car Laura pulld up her skirt, moved her panties to the side and started fingering her pussy furiously. The move stunned me and I was awed by the openness our relationship had suddenly achieved.

I knew the outburst had nothing to do with me but I moved her hand aside and finger fucked her with the same frenzy she had been using on herself. It did not take long for her to get to where she needed to be.

After catching her breath she looked at the clock and said "I got to get you home".

I slowly reached for the restaurant check she still had in her hand. This time she released it. The check was as usual on one side; the other side had a note from the waitress.

It read, "I get off at 3. I want my tongue deep in your pussy at 3:15"

We sped all the way but made it safely. 

Laura and I resumed our normal identities in public although I am sure that to anyone looking it would have been obvious that we cared about each other. Many assumed we were "a couple". The caustic remarks directed at her nearly ceased. 

I soon realized I was the only male in her life. I learned why on a day I took her fishing, a first for her. She said her brothers, with the consent of her father, had sexually abused her. The day her father tried to take her himself was the day she joined the service. She cried that day. So did I.

Our lives evolved into a best buddy movie. We would compare notes on girls, brag on how far we got with them, rant against the ones that left us high and dry. 

The only thing different was that my buddy had a pussy. She would at times need for me to help release some of her tension. My fingers became her favorite toys. I finger fucked her in my car, her car, the club parking lot. 

Eventually, after one of those sessions, I had to have release. I took out my dick and started to jack off in her presence.

I worried that it would scare her off but instead she put one hand on my leg, one behind my neck and kissed me. I came with great force and covered the back of the front seat of my car with cum. After that, as soon as I knew she was satisfied, I would masturbate while she watched.

My barracks roommate and I found a rooming house we could afford and moved out of the barracks. The major advantage being we had our own room. It was also nice that all the others in the house were female. However, as it was usual with my luck, they each had long-term boyfriends.

The major drawback was the house owner, Mrs. Grant. She was a pleasant enough lady in her early fifties but we soon discovered she was a snoop.

One our housemates suggested we get inside bolts for our doors, as Mrs. Grant thought nothing of barging right into the room without knocking. 

Our housemate intimated that she had been discovered by Mrs. Grant while in a very compromising position with her boyfriend. She did add that Mrs. Grant apologized and backed out of the room, but never took her eyes off them, Mrs. Grant had never mentioned the incident to her.

My relationship with Laura changed on a night that began with me alone at the club. My housemate buddy was visiting his parents at home and the other two guys had dates elsewhere. I became bored with the evening and headed back to my boarding house early.
 The phone in the hallway rang as I was walking by and I answered it. Two heads stuck out two doors asking if it was for them. I was surprised to say that it was for me. It was Laura.

She sounded a bit breathless and a bit peeved.

"Can you come get me?" she asked. "I did not drive tonight and now I need a ride".

"Sure", I answered, "tell me where".

She was waiting at the sidewalk when I got there. As soon as she was seated she let out a frustrated scream.

I gave her a questioning look and she said, "We were just getting to the good part when we heard her sister and husband drive up. We managed to look like we were just visiting when they came inside, although I could tell her sister knew otherwise. She apologized to us profusely but said she could not help it. Her husband had become ill and their night on the town had been cut short.

I can't tell you how long I had been working on this babe. She was so tasty and just as she was about to eat me we got interrupted", Laura wailed.

I gave her a "poor baby" and slipped my hand under her skirt and over her naked pussy. It was very hot and very damp down there. Laura sighed and spread her legs to give me more room.

"Where are your panties?" I asked.

"Under their sofa cushion" she giggled.

After a while it became obvious that although she liked what I was doing it was not going to bring her release.

I decided it was time to bring up the subject I had been the most curious about. I said "tell me about eating pussy".

She looked at me in silence for a few moments then asked, "have you ever eaten pussy?"

"My head has never been in the neighborhood of a pussy," I answered. "The guys talk about it as something disgusting, something they would never do".

"Lets go to your house", she said.

Technically bringing a member of the opposite sex into your room and closing the door was against house rules. We all acknowledged the rule and then ignored it. There were seven bedrooms in the house, one upstairs that belonged to Mrs. Grant, six downstairs, three on each side of a long hallway. Mine was the last one on the left. I knew that anyone in any of the rooms would know I had a female visitor. A first for me.

As soon as I had the door closed behind us Laura surprised me by immediately stripping naked and jumping onto my bed. I already knew she did not have on any panties. I had not noticed she did not have a bra either. I assumed it was under the cushion with her panties,

She noticed I was riveted to the floor and impatiently told me to get in bed, class was about to start. It was my first view of her completely naked and I was drinking it all in.

I took all my clothes off but kept my underwear on when I saw the look of concern in Laura's eyes. 

"Damn", I said to myself, "There's a naked beauty on my bed and I already know nothing is going to happen. I'm never going to get laid".

Still, I knew I had a job to do so I crawled next to Laura and kissed her lips while my hand cupped her naked pussy. She rewarded me with a low moan so I quickly inserted two fingers into her pussy while pressing gently on her clit with my thumb. 

I knew she had been sexually frustrated that night so I worked to get her to cum quickly. She suddenly emitted a long groan as her hips jumped off the bed. I kissed her to muffle her sound and slowed my fingering allowing her to return to Earth softly.

"Damn you're good", she said.

I smiled and kissed her. I had resumed my finger fucking and she had resumed her moaning when she suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off her pussy.

"There is a better way", she said, "Scoot down".

I kissed my way down her body with a somewhat long delay at her breasts, (she did not seem to mind). I was surprised to get to her pussy without ever passing over pubic hair. 

I lifted my head and looked at Laura who said with a grin, "she likes a bald pussy".

I lowered my head and kissed the inside of her thighs. The aroma of pussy was nearly overwhelming. I had come to love the scent of an aroused woman and loved to suck my fingers after they had been coated with pussy juice. The difference now was that my entire face was coated in pussy juice and I was getting it directly from the source. I loved it.

I felt Laura's hands on the back of my head. She was guiding my lips and my tongue to the exact spots she wanted. I kept my neck muscles loose and allowed her to control movement and pressure. I had just started to get into the lesson part when Laura suddenly clamped her thighs around my head and shoved her pussy hard into my face. Even with her thighs clamped on my ears I could still hear her groan when she came.

"Well, at least my reputation in the house was being enhanced" I said to myself.

Eventually class was back in session. Laura was more in control of herself and she commented on every movement and every spot that would drive a woman wild. Her thighs clamping around my ears muffled at times what she said. Some times she did not make sense at all. But I knew I was doing well because she had to stop a couple of times when she felt herself loosing it. The lesson was eventually completed.

My final exam was a lab practical where I had to demonstrate knowledge of all the techniques taught in class. My first effort earned me B minus. 

I lost points when I lost patience and rushed her to her climax. I was chastised for forgetting that I was supposed to be in control. She said devouring a pussy was fine on some occasions but that the pussy owner would let me know when. I was strongly reminded that I was supposed to keep her on the edge as long as possible. 

I was forced to re-take the exam.

One long, loud ecstatic groan later I got an A plus.

I moved up the bed and took her in my arms. We kissed long and hard, sharing her pussy juice. As I lay on my back her hands traced soft circles over my chest and over my nipples. I was surprised at how good that felt, Laura laid her head on my chest and allowed her hand to continue tracing circles down my body. 

I did not expect her to pull my dick out of my shorts. But that is just what she did. I did not expect her to grip my dick and slowly start to masturbate me. But that is just what she did. I expected her to stop once it became clear I was about to shoot. But that was not what she did.

Rather than increase to speed of her hand she slowed down and increased the length of the strokes until I could not breathe. I was groaning just as loudly as she had. I had to cum now!




Lessons Ch. 02



My first shot must have hit her in the face as I saw her recoil then giggle. The second one was almost as powerful as the first but she did not move from it. Cum kept erupting from my dick and flying everywhere. Laura milked my dick until there was no more.

As she started to move back up the bed she gave the head of my dick a quick kiss.

Fabulous.

Laura sat up in bed and turned to me. "You must have really needed that, " she giggled.

Her face and tits had rivulets of cum running down her body.

I left the bed on wobbly legs and got her a towel. I threw my cum soaked shorts on the floor, then she cleaned both of us the best she could with the towel. We were both naked. We settled back in the bed got under the covers and held each other for a while.

We were spooning when she asked' "are you ready to take me home yet?"

I said "no", and snuggled myself to her back. I draped an arm over her body, cupped a tit in my hand, and kissed the back of her neck. Within seconds she was asleep. I was asleep seconds after.

I awoke the next morning as Laura was stepping back into my room. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and when she moved it was obvious she had on nothing else. Her ass and pussy were clearly visible as she walked.

She answered my unspoken question by saying, "I went to the bathroom and then visited with your landlady.

"Great", I said, now Mrs. Grant knows I had an overnight female guest".

She flashed that wicked grin of hers at me and said, "I guess I should tell you that she watched you eat my pussy last night. She opened the door and peeked in right after you gave me the first orgasm, the quick one. She said she heard me when I came. You were busy with your head buried in my snatch so did not see her. I motioned for her to come in and be quiet. She immediately understood she was welcome to watch. 

She slipped into the doorway and watched as you did your lesson. Some of what I said to you at the time may not have made much sense but that was because I was talking to her. I wanted her to get off too. 

She was wearing a robe and when she heard my encouragement she opened it wide so I could see her. Baby I tell you she has great tits. She also has a shaved pussy.

Mrs. Grant started to seriously finger herself as you started to get serious with my pussy. She came hard when I did; your B minus effort appeared to have gotten an A from her.I was amazed that you did not hear her. She left after that."

I was stunned. I could not believe that my landlady watched me eat pussy much less bring herself off while doing it.

Laura giggled. "I see you liked that revelation", she said while looking at my very hard dick. She took the t-shirt off, crawled to the middle of the bed and in one swift motion had my dick in her mouth. My whole body trembled with pleasure.

Laura took her mouth off my dick long enough to say. "Cum in my mouth and I will rip your balls off".

She resumed sucking my dick but not for long, I was about to shoot. I grunted a warning just barely in time. She took me out of her mouth and two strokes later I was erupting. Her hand eased her grip on my dick and softly caressed it. She wiped the cum off the head of my rapidly deflating cock then swallowed it one last time.

Laura was very pleased with herself. I showered her with kisses.

Recovering, I started to kiss my way down her body but she stopped me before I got to her tits. She gave me one of her best-wicked grins and said, "no thanks, that has already been taken care off".

As soon as what she said penetrated my skull the look on my face drove Laura into a fit of giggles.

"Come on get up" she said while pulling me off the bed. "Mrs. Grant is cooking breakfast for us."

I did continue my training in muff diving with Laura. Lord help me, I even helped Mrs. Grant in a time of need.

Laura did eventually connect with the girl that left her so frustrated that night. Her name was Lacy and it did not take long for everyone to realize that theirs was a permanent partnering.

I did eventually get to fuck Laura, Lacy, Mrs. Grant, and two of my housemates. But none of them were my first. That "honor" fell to Lacey's sister. Margaret. 



Lessons Ch. 02



One evening, as we lay together in bed after making love, Sylvia said to me, "Darling, I was speaking with Gabrielle today. She's really worried about Chantelle."

"Oh," I said. "Why is that?"

"She says that Chantelle is nearly eighteen, but she doesn't show any interest in boys. Gabrielle thinks that she needs l'instruction," replied Sylvia.

"That sounds reasonable," I said. "But Gabrielle isn't married, so who would teach Chantelle?"

"Well," said Sylvia, "we thought that you might help out."

Would I teach my niece the art of making love? Well, why not? It wasn't any weirder than teaching my own daughter, which had happened a couple of months ago.

"Sure," I said. "I'd be happy to teach Chantelle."

A few days later I had a call from Chantelle. "Hi, Uncle Steve," she said. "Mama told me about l'instruction. I think that we should meet up and talk about it."

We agreed to meet for coffee after Chantelle finished school that day. She was waiting for me when I arrived at the café. When I saw her in her school uniform it was hard to believe that she would be eighteen in a couple of weeks.

She gave me a hug and we sat at a table on the sidewalk. There were no other customers there, and so no-one could overhear our conversation. We chatted until the waitress brought our coffees. I could see that Chantelle was nervous, So I thought that I should raise the subject.

"About l'instruction, Chantelle," I said. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. It's entirely up to you. I understand that you might not be comfortable about it."

It's not that," she replied, "it's just that, ..... well, you see, ....... I like girls!"

It took me a minute to recover, but I tried to act casual. "I see," I said. "And you don't want your mother to know that you are a lesbian?"

"Exactly!" she said.

"Then I have an idea," I said. "You could spend the night with me, and we could just hang out and enjoy each other's company, and your mother would never know any differently."

"Oh, that's a good idea," she exclaimed. "Yes, please, let's do that!"

It was arranged that Chantelle would spend the night with me on the Friday after her eighteenth birthday. Sylvia took our girls to visit her parents and to spend the night there. And Chantelle told her sister that she was spending the night at one of her girlfriend's house.

That evening, I heard a taxi pull up outside my house a little after 8 pm, and a few seconds later there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and as expected, there was Chantelle. I just stared at her. She looked stunning!

She looked down to avoid my eyes when she saw me staring at her. "It was Mama's idea," she said. "She thought that I should look nice for you."

"You look beautiful!" I stammered.

She blushed, "Thank you, Uncle Steve," she said.

I held the door open and she came into the house.

I had chosen a movie that I thought Chantelle would enjoy. I made us some coffee, and we settled down and started to watch the movie. She seemed to be quite comfortable with me, so towards the end of the movie I decided to carefully raise the subject of sex.

"Tell me, Chantelle," I asked gently, "Have you ever had sex with a boy?"

She blushed, and then said, "Yes I have. A few months ago I was dating a boy called Jamie. He kept asking me to have sex with him and finally I agreed." Then tears came to her eyes. "It was horrible!" she said. "It really hurt!"

I took her hand. "Yes, I know that it can hurt," I said. "But that's only the first time."

"That's what I thought," she said. "So I let him do it again on our next date, and again on the one after that. It didn't hurt those times, but I still didn't enjoy it. And is was over so fast, not like what you see in the movies. So I told my friend Jasmin about it. I cried when I told her, and she held me close and wiped away my tears. Then she kissed me on the cheek, and then on the lips. Before I knew what was happening we were making out. And then when she licked my pussy it felt wonderful, better than anything that I had ever felt. So I decided then and there that I wouldn't have anything more to do with boys. Now whenever I am with Jasmin, she makes me feel wonderful."

I considered my next words carefully, because I knew that what I said could affect the rest of her life. "Chantelle," I said gently. "What happened to you is what happens to most young girls the first time that they have sex. Young boys are inexperienced and don't know how to pleasure a woman. That is precisely the reason for l'instruction. Your family knows that the best way for a young woman to learn about sex is from an experienced man."

Chantelle looked at me a little dubiously. I thought it best to say no more, and so we watched the rest of the movie in silence.

After the movie had finished, Chantelle asked if we could go to bed. She went to the main bathroom to get ready, and I went to the ensuite bathroom in out bedroom. When I was ready, I lay on the bed and waited for Chantelle.

She came into the bedroom wearing a very sexy Baby Doll nightdress, and she looked really hot. She blushed when she saw me looking at her, but she did not drop her eyes this time. She looked at me and said, "Mama chose this for me. Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes," I gasped, trying not to stare at her boobs. "It's very nice!"

She slipped under the covers next to me. We lay there together for a minute, and then she said, "You know, I've been thinking about what you said before. Perhaps you are right." As she said that, she moved her hand onto my bare chest and ran her fingers through my chest hair. The effect on me was electric! Most of the effect seemed to be felt by my cock, which immediately sprang to attention.

I put my arm around Chantelle and pulled her close to me. Then I took her hand and moved it down to my cock. As her hand touched me she exclaimed, "Oh, it's so big!"

I guided her hand with mine as I showed her how to stroke my cock. Then I moved the sheets so that she could see what she was doing. I reached down and slipped my hands inside her nightie and squeezed her boobs. She smiled at me, and then stopped what she was doing. Then she got out of bed and pulled off her nightie and took off her panties.

Chantelle was beautiful. Her tits were fabulous, like two ripe pears, juicy and succulent and ready to be plucked. I pulled her back onto the bed and buried my face in her cleavage. She gasped as I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it. I slid my hand down her tummy until I found her soaking wet slit. Then I rubbed her clit with my fingers and she moaned. I slipped my head down between her legs and took her clit between my lips. She gasped and pulled my head to her. "Oh yes, Uncle Steve," she sighed. "I love having my pussy eaten. Just like that!"

I continued to use my lips and tongue on her clit until I knew that she was close to coming, and then I quickly slipped my cock into her pussy. She gasped and squeezed my cock tightly. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I did as she asked, ramming my cock in and out of her pussy, and on each stroke she raised her hips up to meet me. "Oh, I'm cumminggggggg!!" she shouted, and as she came I filled her pussy with my cum.

Afterwards as she lay in my arms, she looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes. "I never dreamed that it could be like that with a man," she murmured.

"So you approve of l'instruction?" I asked.

"I approve," she purred.

We slept together, and in the morning we made love again. Afterwards Chantelle went to take a shower, and asked if I would join her and wash her back. Of course I did, and I washed all of her, and made sure that she washed all of me. 

I made breakfast for us both, and while we were eating I said to her, "You know, Chantelle, you don't have to stop seeing your friend Jasmin. There's no reason why you can't play for both teams." She thought about this for a minute and said, "I guess you're right."

I called a cab for her, and as she was leaving she hugged me and said," Thank you, Uncle Steve. I'll always remember our night together." 



Lessons Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Monday Afternoon

The rest of Margaret's weekend passed uneventfully. The highlight had certainly been the Friday evening she had spent with Josh. Whatever she was doing, she found her thoughts drifting back to him; from his confident manner at the computer, to his boyish uncertainty in all things social; except for that dance. He had seemed really confident on the dance floor. "What's up with that," she wondered. "Many older, more experienced men are uneasy dancers." It was yet another unusual attribute in a very complex young man. As she walked into the English Department offices, she wondered when she'd see Josh again. "I really would like another computer lesson," she thought, "Another dance would be nice too."

The day was a blur of classes, papers to review and meetings with students. Unlike last week when she had rushed home after her last class, this Monday she found herself back in her office, reviewing the dissertation of her graduate student. She remembered that she wanted to talk with Josh about his. "I wonder if he'll call; or should I call him?" It was all too complicated. She didn't notice the sun setting and the darkness of evening falling until she reached to turn on more lights. When she looked up, she was startled to see Josh standing, again, in her office doorway.

"Hi," he said quietly. "I didn't have the heart to disturb you. It looked like you were really concentrating."

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Oh, a while."

"Well come in, if you have a minute," Margaret said. "Would you like to sit down?"

"Are you sure? You don't have to finish whatever it was that you were working on? You looked pretty intent," he countered. He was obviously providing her an out, if in fact the invitation was automatic and not really intentional.

"No. It's my grad student's latest chapter in her dissertation. I don't need to get back to her right away. She's just beginning and has a long way to go. How about you? I've been meaning to ask where you're at in the process. Were you here today to see Professor Butler?"

"Yes," he said, somewhat dejectedly. "I'm scheduled to submit my paper in two weeks and then defend it two weeks later. I'm trying to finish this up before spring graduation. At least that was my intention. Now, I don't know."

"Is something wrong," Margaret asked. 

"Professor Butler wants me to change some things that I am uncomfortable changing. He says I either have to leave them out, change them, or make a stronger case for their inclusion."

"Well, as I mentioned to you, erotica is a special interest of mine," Margaret offered. "Is there anything that I might be able to help you with?"

""Would you really do that?" he asked tentatively.

"Sure. Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, " he replied.

"Why don't you follow me home? You can tell me about it while I fix us something to eat. I have a few more computer questions too, that maybe we can get to. That is if this is a good time for you," she added hesitantly.

"I'd really like that, Margaret," he said quietly, without ever looking at her.

"So would I, Josh. Let's go," Margaret replied gently.

Monday Evening

As she fixed dinner, Josh poured out his concerns about his paper. Professor Butler had never really supported his thesis. And now, in the final stretch, was suggesting that there wasn't enough evidence to support his position. He was clearly discouraged and frustrated.

Margaret tried to be helpful. She found herself agreeing with most of his conclusions. She was able to make a number of suggestions of literature that would help strengthen Josh's position. He was taking notes on everything she said. By the time she set dinner on the table, he looked like he was feeling a little better about his situation.

"Thank you so much, Margaret. This has been really helpful. I'll work on the revisions and add this support material and re-present the paper to Professor Butler. I think you've successfully helped me to overcome his objections."

"You're welcome, Josh. It was a pleasure. I think you are brave to tackle a subject like erotica in a thesis; especially at this small, conservative school. Frankly, I'm surprised they accepted the proposal," she said.

Throughout their dinner, they continued to talk about the subject of erotica. It was clearly another topic that Josh felt comfortable with. Although, unlike when he was discussing the computer, he seemed unable to look directly at her while he talked. "I wonder if he's thinking about my stories," Margaret thought. "I wonder if we will ever share that?" 

"He's certainly an unusual young man," Margaret found herself thinking again. Then she remember wanting to ask him about the dancing. "Josh," she said, "the other night at the diner, when I asked you to dance with me, well, I know that you were kind of nervous, but you dance really well. Did you take lessons?"

"Yes," he said shyly, "My mom insisted. She said I needed to know about etiquette if I ever hoped to make anything of myself."

"What did she mean, 'make something of yourself? Will you tell me about it?" she asked gently. 

Josh slowly began to tell his story. His parents had gotten married very young when his mom had found out she was pregnant with him. It was apparent early on that they were not well suited for each other. They both came from staunch Catholic families, so divorce was never really considered as an option. They struggled to make the best of it, all the while lonely and disappointed in their lives. His dad worked constantly and when he wasn't working, was usually asleep in front of the TV with a beer in his hand. His mom did odd jobs around the neighborhood. She devoured books, and through them, dreamed of a better life. 

Josh had started to go to the library with her, sometimes twice a week, when he was barely old enough to talk. Soon he found great peace and comfort in the quiet, among the stacks and stacks of books. He read everything he could get his hands on. The head librarian took a liking to him and began to make some suggestions. With her help, he breezed through the small collection of the town library. She ordered books on loan from the bigger libraries in the city.

Meanwhile, his mom had figured out that he was pretty smart and began to dream about his future. She wanted a better life for Josh. It seemed like he might find a way out, with a college scholarship. So with the little extra money she earned from her odd jobs, she sent him to etiquette school and dance lessons. She encouraged his participation in all types of sports, in the debate club, the drama society and student council. She lived her dreams vicariously through Josh. 

"Sure enough, when I graduated I received a full scholarship to one of the major east coast universities, " Josh said, "Only I never made it there. My mom got really sick that summer after I graduated. When September came, I didn't feel like I could leave her. Dad was no help at all. He dealt with every crisis by drinking harder. There was only me to take care of mom. So I went full time at the computer store in town and stayed put."

"Oh, Josh," Margaret sighed.

"Oh, I was OK with it. I knew that it was the right thing to do. I stayed with her for almost two years. She wasted away from a variety of different cancers. Just when we thought she had it beat, another one would pop up. She died almost two years to the day of my high school graduation. Dad never even made it to the funeral. He was too drunk."

"I stuck around for a while, but dad was drinking so heavily by then, that he really never even knew I was there. One Friday night, after drinking his paycheck at the tavern in town, he wrapped his car around a tree. I left then and have never looked back."

"But of course, the scholarship was gone. If I wanted to go to school, I had to find another way. I had no money, no resources. So I joined the Air Force."

"Are you sorry you asked yet?"

"No Josh, please keep going."

"Well, to end this saga, the military paid for my undergraduate degree in communications and when I got out, I continued on, studying English Literature. I ended up here, partly because they offered me a partial scholarship and partly because it reminds me of the small town that I grew up in."

"That's an incredible story, Josh, but what about the erotica? That seems like an unusual interest for a small town boy."

"No, not really," he replied. "I was always big for my age and I guess, OK looking. But I was always uncomfortable with girls; all that giggling and silly conversation about nothing important. Instead, I filled my time with sports, my part time computer job, and reading and writing every thing I could get my hands on." 

"I'll never forget, when I was about 16, the librarian suggested I read Lady Chatterley's Lover. It changed my life. I began to understand, if only conceptually, the deep connection that a man and woman can share. It opened a door for me. I began to read everything by Lawrence that I could get my hands on. That was a challenge. Even Lady Chatterley's Lover had to be ordered from one of the bigger libraries in the system. After Lawrence, I read all the other great classics of erotica. It became a passion of mine. 

"Although I am beginning to think it serves as a diversion. I sometimes think that it's easier to read and write about it, than ..." he stopped abruptly, clearly unsure if he had shared too much and if he should continue. He blushed deeply, and stammered, "That's probably way more than you wanted to know."

"Josh," Margaret said gently, "You are an amazing young man. I think I understand what you are saying. I am honored that you have chosen to share it with me. You see," she continued, " my story is similar. I too, was introduced to erotica through Lady Chatterley's Lover. Only I had to hide it among my English Lit books because neither my parents nor the nuns in the Catholic girls school that I attended, felt that Lawrence was appropriate for a young girl. But it struck something deep inside me and I found I could not get enough of his work. Like you, I read everything I could get my hands on and my imagination began to spin." 

"I actually tried my hand at writing erotica while I was still in high school, but I was never satisfied with the results. My stories seemed shallow and superficial. I began to wonder if my lack of experience was responsible." 

"I went off to college and continued to study Literature, but I saved my passion for erotica until late at night, alone in my bedroom. Off and on would try again to write, but I was never satisfied."

"I graduated, went on for my Masters and then took my first job teaching at a small community college. I met a man there who changed my life. He was everything that I had been dreaming of. He was big and tall and handsome. His eyes danced when he laughed and his smile was warm and friendly. But more than that, he was smart and well educated not only from books and classes in universities, but in the ways of the world, in the knowing and understanding of people. And he loved to talk, to share all that was inside of him. He talked and talked and talked. I listened and I learned. I asked questions and he would talk more. We had this easy, comfortable way between us. We could and did, talk about anything and everything." 

"Inevitably, the topic of sexuality was raised. We talked about that as easily and freely as we did everything else. I felt so comfortable with him; so accepted. He was the first person that I ever told about my interest in erotica. He was gentle and supportive. I told him about my stories and how dissatisfied I had been with them." 

My sexual experiences had been limited up to then. While I was not a virgin, I had never found myself in a relationship with a committed partner where I could explore all the facets of my sexuality that I sensed were hovering just beneath the surface. Well, that was soon to change! The relationship continued to grow. There had been an immediate sexual attraction between us. As we spent more and more time together, talking and sharing, we both knew that we wanted our relationship to be sexual. It seemed the most natural progression. But we chose it very intentionally. We talked about it; planned the time and place and shared our concerns and expectations."

"I will never forget the first time we were together..." Margaret's voice became very soft and Josh watched as her eyes filled with tears. Instinctively, he reached across the table and took her hands in his. She looked up and he met her eyes with his.

"Margaret, you don't have to tell me this. I can see it is difficult and painful," he said.

"No, I want you to know. For some reason I think it's important for you to hear this," she said wiping away a tear from her cheek

"The very first time was more than I had ever imagined sex could be. I knew at that moment, even if I never saw him again, I would be forever changed. And I was. In the next years that we were together, our relationship continued to deepen. We shared new experiences, fantasies, and together explored all the facets of our sexuality. Each time, I didn't think it could possibly be more exciting, it was. Each time I thought we had done it all, more appeared. 

"I began to write again. This time, there was something very different about my stories. I spilled forth onto the blank pages all the passion that had been pent up inside me. I explored my sexuality, not only with my body every chance that I could, but also with every word that I wrote on the pages. My writing became real, authentic."

"I was stronger and more powerfully female than ever before in my life. I felt connected to the generations of women who had come before me. I understood, in my soul, the deep spirituality of being the womb of life. The essence of being female came alive in me and I have never been the same."

Silent tears slide down her cheeks. She didn't look up, but stared down at their hands, still interlocked together. "I'm sorry, Josh. I think this is the first time that I have spoken those words. Until now they have lived only in my heart, in my soul."

They sat together silently in the quiet house. The sun had set and the house was dark. Time seemed to stand still. They both seemed to sense that yet again, something had shifted. These new revelations had been deeply personal. In sharing them with each other, they each had stated their willingness to be vulnerable to the other. 

Margaret glanced down at her watch. "Oh my gosh, it's after 10:00 PM. I have an early class on Tuesdays."

"Well, I'll be going then," he said. "Thank you again for the help with my paper, Margaret. I think it will make a real difference. I'm sorry that we didn't get to your computer questions. I'd be happy to come back..." his voice trailed off.

"We'll see," Margaret whispered.

At the door, he set down his backpack and without another word, reached to take her face gently between his large warm hands. He looked directly into her eyes as he said, "Thank you for everything, Margaret." Then he bent his face to hers and tenderly kissed her.

Margaret reached up and slid her arms around his neck, fully responding to his tentative kiss with an invitation of her own. His arms went around her waist and he drew her body against his. Their shared kiss held the longing that had been buried deep inside each of them and also the promise of all that was to come. 

She watched him walk to his car and knew that he'd be back; for far more than computer lessons.



Lessons Ch. 02



(I want to thank everyone again for their support and feedback! Holy cow, over 15,000 reads between the two stories! I have no idea how that stacks in comparison to other stories here, or if that's some sort of average, but it's awesome. The story's taking a nice sexy turn, and without spoiling too much below, there's going to be a bit of play with it, but this is not going to become a fully infantilism-themed story, though it will contain some "mama" calling and gratuitous amounts of breast sucking. And, as requested, we finally get to the sexy! Hope you enjoy!)

His clothes stared up at him from the box almost accusingly. He shifted anxiously, looking at the small padlock in his hand and back to the metal box laying on the floor that held his freshly discarded clothes. The note had said that he could get them back whenever he wanted if he felt uncomfortable, but since it would be locked, he'd have to ask. That was enough in itself to make him hesitate.

"Come on, Ryan." He said to himself quietly, kneeling down and closing the box. His hands shook, pausing for only a moment before clicking the lock closed over the box, a mix of anxiety and relief washing over him as he sealed his fate for the evening.

He walked back to the counter where he'd set the latex undergarments and the powder to help them slide on, wondering how he was going to do this with the almost painful erection he had. Gently dabbing the inside of the latex with the talcum powder, he stepped first one leg in, then the other, slowly sliding them up. They were already hugging him tightly, and weren't going to leave an inch of his body to the imagination. His cheeks flushed a bright red as he slid them up, his cock pinned up against his crotch as he felt them hit his waist, leaving a clear outline of the hard bulge straight up along the front.

Still squirming a bit in the awkward confines of his new garment, he made his way to the refrigerator, where there was indeed a cold bottle of wine waiting. He took it out and then took a crystal glass that was resting conveniently on the counter. Of course he knew she'd placed it there, but it didn't matter. He stopped at the threshold of the kitchen, biting his lip nervously. He had never felt more self conscious than he was now, even during his first days using the public lockers in high school.

"Ryan? Where's my wine?" The call from the living room shook him out of his daze, and her slight tone of expectation was enough to urge him on, his submissive fires already raging from how much he had done before now.

"C-Coming, Mistress!" He called back out to her, and with one slow breath, stepped out, the bulge in the front of the latex getting impossibly harder as he made his way out, pale flesh all exposed to her. She smiled warmly as he moved out, which helped relax him a bit, until he looked down from her smile. Her robe was fully open now, the bountiful curves of her breasts exposed, the open robe just barely covering her aureola. Her thighs crossed, and a slight slip of pink material rested around her thighs, thought it wasn't likely concealing much. He nearly dropped the wine at the sight of her so exposed.

"You're beautiful..." He said almost without realizing it, forgetting his anxiety and nervousness, and his nearly nude state, as he just took the sight of her in. She was stunning, red curls cascading over her shoulders, bright green eyes staring right at him, each curve of her soft body making him more aroused and intoxicated by her than he ever thought that a woman could make him. She giggled lightly, bringing a slender hand up to her lips and beckoning him over.

He stepped forward, needing no more guidance than that, smelling the light scent of perfume that she must have put on. He licked his lips gently. She reached out with her hand, each of her nails painted a perfect ruby red and took the crystal glass from him, gently holding it in her hand and up towards him. Snapped out of his trance, he glanced down at the bottle, which had been mercifully left open, forgoing the need for a corkscrew. He lifted the cork out and tilted the bottle forward, the smooth red liquid pouring into the glass. When it was full enough he tilted it back, setting the cork back in, but not so tightly he couldn't remove it if asked.

"I'm a bit surprised, really. I wasn't sure if you'd go for it, little Ryan. I'm impressed..." Her free hand slid down, gently tracing a finger down the line of the bulge. "...in more ways than one." She gave that soft giggle once more before sipping her wine, nodding to the floor beside her once more. Ryan slid down onto his knees, still blushing, squirming as he fought his natural instinct to take care of his arousal in the way he'd done for so many years.

"Would you like some wine?" She asked after a few minutes. He glanced up and nodded.

"Y-Yes, Mistress. Please." He said, licking his lips as every inch of her flesh seemed even more imposing from the angle he was at. She nodded and picked up the glass, setting it on the ground just at her feet.

"Fill it." He obliged her order, and he knew now that she didn't give requests, but orders, taking the bottle of wine and filling the glass once more. She slid one of her feet down, gently holding the neck of the glass between her toes, her other foot lifting up and dipping into the glass, toes dipping below the surface of the ruby red liquid. "Go, little Ryan. Enjoy." She said, her voice growing slightly heated, the air of control she usually held even more intense. Ryan looked up to her and down to the glass, licking his lips. "Your tongue." She said, her voice a bit more stern.

Ryan looked down at the ruby nails of her toes resting in the ruby liquid of the wine, gently sliding forward, having to get onto his hands and knees, rear in the air as he leaned down. His lips rested just on the surface of her foot as he slid his tongue out, starting to nervously taste the liquid. He wasn't able to lick the liquid up at all without his tongue dragging over the flesh of her toes and foot, feeling the smooth flesh under his tongue. He licked and panted softly, going at first from lapping up the wine to soon licking obediently at her foot.

At some point she moved her foot out of the long empty glass, and his lips went with it, his tongue now sliding between her toes, licking at the ones that hadn't been submerged in the wine, lips dragging over the top of her foot and around the heel, licking at the arch underneath. His cheeks flared red as he panted with each lick, enthralled in the sensation of his submission. She lifted her foot that had been holding the glass and tipped it gently under his chin, guiding his lips upward. His tongue drug over her ankle and up the tender flesh of her calf, lapping hungrily at her leg.

"That's it, boy. Lick higher, but slowly. Savor it. Use your hands, it's okay." Her voice was thick with need as he slid up, taking her saliva slick foot in his hand, gently touching her as his mouth slid up, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her flesh, slowly, ever so slowly, creeping his face up towards the warmth between her round thighs. His own arousal throbbed painfully, and the foot no longer occupied by tipping his chin slid down, big toe gently dragging up and down the thick bulge.

"Such a good slave. You're going to do fine, little boy. You're mine." She whispered out gently. His face continued to face her body as he licked and kissed over her knee, but he felt her shift slightly, her fuzzy robe now sliding down over her shoulders and off. "Don't look." She ordered him harshly, stroking a hand through his hair gently. "God I can't wait anymore, it's been so long."

Her hand suddenly wrenched his hair tightly in its grasp and pulled his head upward, making him grunt a bit in discomfort. His line of sight was soon consumed with the flesh of her body as she pressed his head between her thighs, gasping as she wrapped her legs around his head gently.

Before anything else, the scent of her sex was overwhelming. It made his cock throb painfully, the tight material only making him more aware of his arousal. The soft feel of her sex against his mouth and the warm taste of her juices took over his senses. He'd never gone down on a woman before, but he began to move out of instinct, hungrily licking and sucking at the soft lips, tongue sliding out as he tasted her juices, dragging along a thin material that kept him from pressing the muscle into her.

Her hands grabbed his hair and pressed his head farther into her sex, the slick lips sliding over his face, as for a moment she simply humped herself against him needfully. He wanted nothing more than to fill the need that she was showing him, his lips and tongue working hard on her to bring her to the pleasure that she so desired, and he would be so denied. Her foot continued to shakily stroke up and down his bulge, the slick feel of his precum smearing the inside of the latex.

She pulled his head back for a moment, pressing him back onto his back as she stood over him. Her heavy breasts, each with just a bit of sag from time, and their considerable size, were now bare before him, bright pink nipples hard on the tips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pink thong, sliding it down and letting it fall off her legs. She leaned forward, starting to slide down, keeping him pinned on his back on the ground. She gently lowered herself down, letting her slick mound press down against his face as she smothered him with her sex. He resumed his oral pleasure of her as she rested her weight on his head, long, intense moans passing through her lips with each lick.

His tongue sought and found the slick inner walls of her passage, slipping forward into her. The taste of her flesh and juices filled him, flicking and vibrating his tongue inside of her. Her moans were a clear show of her enjoyment, so he continued, licking and flicking his tongue inside of her, only stopping when he had to breath. She took one of his hands, which had simply been laying at his side and brought it up, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh of her breast. His hand eagerly began to grope and squeeze as she ground her hips against his mouth, lifting for only a moment when she felt he needed a deep breath.

His fingers found and began to rub and squeeze at her pink nipple, teasing the hard nub as he continued to eat her out. She panted hotly as she pressed down against his face, cutting off his air for a moment as his mouth soon filled with a rush of her juices. She pressed hard against him, grinding hotly as she screamed in pleasure, orgasmic bliss overtaking her. His own cock began to twitch, the pleasure of knowing he had brought his mistress – and that was how he thought of her now, as his mistress – enough to put him right on the edge. It wouldn't take much to bring him off to pleasure.

"Mmmm, damn." She slowly lifted herself off, his face almost entirely soaked with her juices as she rose, panting softly as she looked down at him. She took one of her feet, gently sliding it along the length of his cock. His back arched as he moaned, and he felt like he was going to lose it, just as her foot reached the head of his cock... and was lifted off. "No, no. Not for you tonight, little boy. This night is about Mistress." She smiled and moved back to the couch, still panting, her already beautiful body now glistening with the light sweat of her sexual exertion. "Come up here, little Ryan." She patted her lap.

It took Ryan a moment to get himself up, his entire form still shaking from his near-orgasm, as well as the sensual assault she'd made on his body for her pleasure. He crawled to her, sliding onto the couch and sitting on her lap. Almost immediately she took the back of his head in one of her hands, pressing his still slick lips against one of her breasts, resting his head on the ample valley of her soft cleavage. He breathed deeply, the scent of her flesh, lightly perfumed, putting him in yet another daze. It seemed so easy for her to take away his conscious thought and reduce him to putty. And he loved it.

"You know, it's been so long since I've had someone do so well, little Ryan." She stroked his head as he nuzzled into her breasts, the soft flesh gently pressing under his face. "I'm so glad I chose you. You'll make a wonderful slave." She gently slid his head from the cleavage between her breasts to the tip of one, letting his lips gently wrap around one of her stiff pink nipples. Instinctively he began to suck on it, licking lightly at the nub between her lips. That licking earned him a sharp swat from her hand on his rear. "No, little boy. You just suck." She said softly, almost sickeningly sweetly. He obeyed, sucking warmly on the nub between his lips.

He didn't notice until his cock felt it that one of her hands had slid between them, and as he sucked on her nipple like a child, her hand stroke up and down the bulge of his cock in the front of the latex. He tried to pull his head back to moan, but she had a firm grip on the back of his head and kept his lips pressed forward.

"Suck." She commanded of him, and he obeyed, even as he moaned from the pleasure of her fingers on him. He ground his hips up against her, panting and sucking as he felt the climax welling up inside of him. She looked down to him, and though he couldn't see it, her grin was wicked. "If you cum, little boy, you'll have to leave it in there all night. So go ahead if you want. But don't think you get a fresh pair once you're spent." He almost bit his lip at that, catching himself just in time of biting on her nipple as he sucked in deeper.

His entire body clenched up with each stroke over his hard cock, each time her slender fingers stroked over the swollen head through the latex he felt his balls fill with the cum he'd soon release. He fought it, entire body shaking, as she continued to hold his head to her breast, and continued to tease his throbbing cock, pushing him closer and closer to the brink.

"Go ahead if you want to, little boy." She whispered, her voice dropping slightly as she whispered even quieter. "Cum for mama."

That set him off. Try as he might, those three words, that soft, sultry, throaty whisper was too much for him to take. He moaned loudly, muffled by the flesh of her breast as his cock swelled up, shooting a thick load of cum into the latex underwear he wore. He continued to shoot thick, hot ropes of cum inside of it, feeling it sliding around the length of his cock, soaking the front and sliding down between his legs, panting as he felt himself continue. It was a more intense orgasm than he'd ever felt in his life, even after his physical cumming had stopped his thighs still felt numb with the pleasure.

She pulled his head back slowly after a moment, smiling warmly as she squeezed the cum covered crotch just below the latex, rubbing it gently into him as she lay him back. She let him lay back on the couch, and straddled his middle, slowly making her way up his still heaving chest to his face, her slick mound once more drooling with arousal.

"My turn again, my little boy." She panted out as she lifted her hips up over his face once more.



Lessons Ch. 02



The sun was already shining in the tenth floor window when I woke up, my wife snuggled against me, still naked. "About time you woke up." She said softly. 

"Been up long?" I whispered.

"Long enough." She said, rubbing her hand along my morning woody. 

"I see. Wanna do something with it?" I asked, very interested in some morning sex, as usual.

"Maybe." She said quietly before raising her voice to call over to Lisa in the other bed. "You guys awake?"

"Yeah, just laying here pretending to sleep while I stroke my man's hard cock." Lisa answered. "Is it time to get up already?"

"Fraid so. You want to shower first, or let us have it?"

"Oh I have a better idea. First ones to cum get the shower first." Lisa said, pushing the blanket off of them and rolling herself up to straddle Joe's hips. His cock was already hard and she wasted no time in guiding it to her pussy and feeding it into her as she settled herself down on it.

"Oh yeah." Joe groaned. "Wish I could wake up like this every day!"

"Come on lover, you're not going to let them get the shower first, are you?" My wife said as she pushed the covers back. I hadn't ever had sex in front of anyone before yesterday, and to be honest, the thought of having it in the same room as Joe and Lisa was kind of exciting. I didn't have long to think about it though, as my wife was rolling over to settle her wet pussy against my cock. She slid herself forward until my rock hard, and gently pulsating, cock was no longer trapped between our bodies. As she pushed back she arched her back and pushed against my mushroom head, forcing it to engage into her tunnel and then slowly sink it into her to its hilt.

"Ohhhh," I groaned softly as she began to rock herself on her knees, slowly stroking herself up and down my shaft. "That feels good."

"Uh huh." My wife grunted as she slowly picked up speed, her pussy plunging on and off my rock hard shaft. 

I looked over and saw Lisa bouncing wildly on Joe, her small firm tits bouncing surprisingly much as her bare ass slapped loudly against his hips, her moans punctuating her actions periodically. Joe was busy watching as well, but not his wife, rather my wife's big tits as they swung back and forth with each new stroke onto my cock, her hanging udders brushing along my chest, her hard nipples stimulated further by the way they were dragging across my chest and bouncing over my nipples.

"Come on sweetie. Come for me!" My wife coaxed as she bounced harder. 

I moved my hands from where they were riding on her hips, sliding one down between us and the other up to cup one of her wildly swinging tits. I clamped my fingers on her hard nipple and allowed her swinging breast to pull it to and fro beneath her, drawing a quick gasp of surprise from her. My other hand slid down, palm up, between us, and found her clit, letting her own strokes ride her clit up and down my finger, stroking her hard nub with each of her own strokes. "Oh damn." She muttered as her legs trembled slightly. 

"FUCK YES!" Lisa screamed from the other bed, drawing my attention as her whole body, now upright on her husband's lap, shuddered in time with the strong jerks practically lifting her off the bed.

"We win." Lisa panted, her chest heaving and little trickles of sweat rolling down her body and over her perky little tits.

"Rrrrrrrrrr" my wife growled suddenly, her body going rigid on me and her pussy contracting around me in little grabbing spasms, her orgasm washing over her body.

I was so close too....I held her hips and bounced my ass on the bed, bouncing her as well so she continued to ride up and down my cock. "Almost." I groaned as I tried to pound my cock onto my wife.

"Not going to work." My wife grunted, suddenly pulling herself off of me. She turned herself around to face the foot of the bed and pushed her ass in the air, with her head nearly laying on the bed. I knew this position well from many years with her. I crawled onto my knees between her legs and fed my cock back into her wet tunnel, grabbing onto her hips and sliding in and out so my thighs slapped her bare ass loudly. 

Lisa walked over and stood in front of me, teasing me by tugging her nipples and squeezing her firm round tits with one hand, her other hand sliding down to her shaved mound, her fingers diving between her legs and drawing out again, showing me her glistening slickened fingers. "Sorry you guys didn't win." She chided with a grin.

"Uhhh Yeah." I grunted as the tingle in my balls overtook everything else and my cock spurted into my wife's pussy. "Damn." I panted as she turned and walked away, my body still jerking and pumping cum into my wife's hot tunnel.

"Ohhhhhh damn." I panted, rolling back onto the bed and uncorking the flood contained in my wife.

"I'm surprised. I would have figured we'd win that one." My wife said, crawling around to lay her head on my chest. 

"Me too. Now we have to wait for the shower, huh?"

"Well, we're supposed to, but I suppose we could join them. As long as you don't mind Joe fondling my tits some more. You know he will."

"Then I'll just have to fondle Lisa," I said as I rolled off the bed. 

The shower stall was more than large enough for the four of us, but even then it took nearly half an hour before we were all sufficiently clean and fondled to get out, the ladies refusing to allow any further sex. We all dried off and then Joe and I were instructed to get dressed in slacks and shirts the ladies pulled from the big roll around suit cases. Sitting on the sofa with the girls still nude, we watched them start to dress. Each of them began putting on stockings, sliding their hands over and over up their legs, working the sexy material up until the ruffled tops were nearly touching their wet pussy lips. 

"You know. I just can't wear these," My wife said, holding up the plain white bikini panties. "What do you think Lisa?"

"Yeah, I feel the same way. These just aren't sexy enough." She agreed, holding up a pair of her own underwear, which I found to be quite sexy little panties. Together they tossed the panties into our laps and the two picked up their skirts, stepping into them and sliding them up. They left no doubt that they were intending to go pantieless and they wanted us to know it.

They put on their bra's and shirts, the two of them already looking pretty damn sexy to me. 

We followed them down to have a late breakfast at the restaurant in the hotel. It was hard to really concentrate on the conversation, partly because I knew my wife was sitting without panties and partly because every few minutes the two of them would hike their skirts up a little higher. After while I had no doubt that anyone who wanted to, and happened to look over at our table, would be looking at our wives bare pussies! Of course that didn't actually seem to be that unusual this morning. From where I was sitting I could see no less than ten couples who's female member was dressed scantily, sexily, or sluttily. No less than three of these were very clearly making eyes at me and two of those were going out of their way to flash their pussies at me.

"No extracurricular activities," My wife said quietly, realizing that I was being teased by the temptresses. 

I continued to look admiringly at the two ladies who were trying to attract my attention until one of them got up, set her napkin aside and walked brazenly right up to me. She squatted down, spreading her knees so that I could see her entire pussy up close, reached a hand out for one of mine and pulled it to her breast, squeezing it against her chest and her obviously unbridled breasts. Once she had my hand on her thin material covered chest, she reached to my crotch and rubbed my already hard cock. 

"Maybe later we can find a little time to play?" The petite little redhead said quietly, with a wink. 

"Maybe." I answered as she got up and walked back toward their table, her hands sliding the little skirt she wore up over her ass so that I had a clear view of her creamy white cheeks the whole way across the room.

"I think it's time to go shopping," My wife said after the somewhat younger woman sat back down at her table, and flashed me yet another smile.

"Um, sure." I said, getting up to follow my wife out of the restaurant. We waited for the valet to retrieve our SUV and then all climbed in, my wife once again driving. We eventually pulled into the parking lot of a large mall and Joe and I followed our wives inside. My wife seemed to know exactly where she was headed, leading us to a dress shop deep in the mall. They found seats for us that faced the bank of changing rooms across a wall in the back of the store and then proceeded to browse the racks for several items each that they went to try on.

One at a time our wives stepped out of the changing rooms with a variety of dresses ranging from the sexy to tantalizing to downright slutty. In the end, partly based on our reactions, my wife chose a short sleeved shoulderless sweater dress that fit loosely over her body from the snug neckline, well much lower than neck line, down to the snug fitting bottom hem that reached almost to her mid thigh. I couldn't help but groan after she modeled that particular dress for me, stepping into the changing room and bending over to take her heels back off, her pussy completely exposed by the short dress as she did so. 

Her second choice was a very short blue halter dress that was quite flowing, including the nearly waist deep cut down the front of the dress that allowed most of her bare breasts to be exposed if she moved too quickly. The skirt portion only came to mid thigh, but any quick movement allowed the material to billow up, exposing a lot more than I would ever expect her to allow. 

Lisa selected a strapless dress with the top made of spandex that hugged her chest, and half way down her firm tummy, where it met with a flowing multi layer skirt made of semi sheer material. As she moved, if the light was just right, you could practically see all the way through, while at other times it was quite opaque. She most certainly wouldn't want to wear it in the bright sunlight! 

Her second selection was a tight red spandex dress that was also strapless. Actually it looked more like a long tube of spandex with a few pleats in it than a dress. I had little doubt that if someone wanted they could easily bunch the whole thing around her waist, leaving her breasts and pussy completely exposed, but maybe that was her idea all along.

Since there was practically no one in the shop besides us and one other younger couple, it didn't take long to check out our items. My wife asked the clerk if she minded if she changed into one of her new dresses and we all walked back to the changing rooms again, finding the young man standing against a rack waiting for his girlfriend or wife to try on some outfits. My wife stepped into one of the changing rooms and leaving the door wide open, began to undress. I stared as she stood nude except for the stockings and heels, in full view of the young man, Joe and myself, slowly pulling on the halter dress. By the time she was dressed my cock was again rock hard. With a grin Lisa upped the ante by standing right next to us, undressing and changing into the spandex dress without even bothering to use the changing room. I thought the guy was going to just pull out his hardon and start whacking off right there when she bent over at the waist to put her now discarded clothes into one of her bags, the short skirt material pulling half way up her ass so her pussy was completely exposed to him.

"Now we need some new under clothes." My wife announced, giving the young man a wink before walking away from the changing area. It was clear that whether she was enjoying it or not, she was intent on playing up the slut factor to the max.

With a shrug to Joe, I followed behind as my wife led our little group out of the store and down the mall to a lingerie shop. She spent the next few minutes looking at a wide variety of panties and bra's finally picking several panties and a rather interesting bra. She stepped into a changing room and came back a few moments later, her halter top down around her waist and her breasts encased in the bra. The lower half was a very open lace material and the top was a see through silky feeling mesh. As she modeled the bra in front of a mirror, it was obvious that her nipples and areola were clearly exposed to anyone walking by the store. She finally chose to buy the bra, slipped it off and replaced the top of her dress without bothering to go into the dressing room at all. I began to wonder if she was getting off on the almost constant exposures.

"Oh look at those!" My wife says, stopping at a shoe store window and looking at a pair of stiletto heels. "I've always wanted a pair of "fuck me" shoes like that!"

"They are sexy." Lisa chimed in. "That sales boy isn't bad either!" She said, looking through the front window to the twenty something year old shoe salesman leaning on the counter. 

"You're right. You boys wait here." My wife said as she walked into the shoe store, Lisa following behind.

"You don't suppose..." I said quietly to Joe as we watched our wives settle into chairs facing away from the front of the store, the shoe boy quickly stepping over in front of them. My wife clearly was describing the shoes in the window. We couldn't hear her words from where we were, but we could certainly see her lift her stocking covered foot up and rest it against his crotch. He clearly stammered, his eyes running down her leg to the edge of her skirt that had to now be exposing her pussy to him. He moved her foot and scurried away, coming back with a stool and a measuring device. 

As we watched she put her foot on the device he was resting on the sloped front of the stool, her knee cocked high. He was clearly staring at her pussy as he fumbled with the sliding parts of the foot measuring thing, my wife making no effort at all to divert his gaze or cover her pussy. He finally got up and scurried away, coming back a few moments later with a box. He sat back down again, and pulled out one of the shoes, sliding it onto her foot and then slowly, nervously, sliding his hand up her leg. We watched his fingers stroke up her hose covered leg to her knee, turn the corner and start sliding down her thigh toward her stocking top and bare pussy. 

We didn't need subtitles to tell by my wife's actions that his fingers had indeed found her pussy and was playing with it. She leaned back, pushing her ass toward the edge of the chair for him and then spread the top of her dress to expose both of her huge bare tits for him. He sat for several minutes, stroking my wife's pussy with one hand and fondling her tits with the other until I saw her leg tremble slightly, clearly having an orgasm at the stranger's hands.

She finally stood up, with both shoes now on, walking to and fro until she finally decided to purchase them. Once he was behind the counter, hidden from the waist down, she stepped around behind the counter and wrapped an arm around his waist, her hand apparently working to undo his pants. 

The look on his face told us all we needed to know. My wife was standing in plain view of us, Lisa on this side of the counter, her on the other, stroking the shoe boy's cock behind the counter. 

"SHIT!" we heard him suddenly grunt, audible even through the glass as he was clearly climaxing, his cum probably spraying everything behind the counter. 

My wife walked around the counter, got out her credit card and paid for her purchase, the shoe boy still breathing heavily as he ran up the transaction.

"Well, that was fun." My wife said as she came out of the store. "Always wondered if the stories of women doing that were true. Seems they were."

I knew better than to say a word as I followed her down the mall toward the exit we had come in by. I expected to go back to the hotel but my wife had other ideas as she pulled into another store. We got out of the car and she led us into a swimwear shop.

"Hello. I need to get a couple men's swim suits!" My wife told the thirty something oriental looking woman behind the counter.

"Of course. Right this way!" She said stepping out and heading down the aisle. "Would you like something traditional, like trunks, or more like a speedo for lap swimming?"

"Oh definitely not trunks." Lisa said from behind my wife. 

"Well, we have a wide selection of speedo style suits right here." She said, stepping to a rack near the back of the shop. "What size do we need?"

"I'm really not sure, they're for our husbands." My wife said, motioning to us standing behind them.

"I see. Well, we can measure them if you'd like." 

"That would be best. Although that might not be too accurate with their slacks on. "Do you have a place where they can take them off to let you get a better measurement?"

The young lady looked at my wife, Lisa and then back to the two of us, a small grin finally crossing her lips. I'm sure my wife didn't think I'd catch the almost imperceptible nod my wife returned. "Of course, there are changing rooms back here." She said leading us to a group of four curtained booths.

"Why don't you boys strip down to your briefs so this sweet young lady can measure you properly." My wife said with a grin. 

I stepped into the booth and started taking off my shirt, only to be joined by my wife a few moments later. "I just thought I'd check and see if you needed any help." My wife said, pulling the top of her dress apart and exposing both of her big tits. She knew damn well that looking at her tits would have me hard in no time, and as I got undressed, it was obvious that was exactly what had happened. My cock was rock hard and barely contained in the skimpy bikini briefs she had me wearing. I honestly didn't know how my eight and a half inches wasn't sticking out the top yet.

"That should do." My wife said, closing the front of her dress and turning to push the drape wide open. "NO point being bashful, once you put one of these suits on you're going to be showing at least this much."

"Goodness." The little oriental woman breathed a she knelt down in front of me. She wrapped her tape measure around my waist and measured, her fingers brushing accidently against my cock inside the briefs. 

"Oh damn." I muttered as the head of my cock suddenly slipped out of the waistband and stuck several inches out the top, fully exposed to her. 

"Hmmmm this could be hard to contain." The young lady said, getting up and walking toward a rack. She came back a few moments later with a bright blue swim suit that actually looked smaller than my underwear was. "Here you go sir," She said with a smile.

"Thanks." I answered taking the tiny blue suit from her. I started to reach up and close the curtain, but my wife stopped it mid slide. 

"It's ok honey. She won't mind, besides, she's already seen most of it anyway."

"Uh. You sure?" I asked my wife hesitantly.

"Uh huh. No complaints, remember?"

"Okay," I said with a nervous sigh, hooking my thumbs into the underwear and pushing them down. I was standing there, completely naked, when the little bell on the front door tinkled merrily. 

"I'll be right back." The sales girl said, scurrying away to meet her new customers while I stepped into the tight swim suit material.

"Man you're gonna look funny in those." Joe kidded from where he was standing in just his underwear.

"Not as funny as you." Lisa said as she handed him a mens thong bathing suit to put on. "Why don't you try this? You don't have as big a cock to cover, so this should work."

"That's what you get," I joked as I tried to stuff my hardon into the top of the tiny suit. "I don't think this is gonna work."

"Too bad. I think it looks pretty nice." A young lady in her twenties at most, said, standing at a rack and flipping through bikini tops and looking over the top of the rack to stare at me.




Lessons Ch. 02



"Oh damn." I muttered, covering my cock with my hand in embarrassment.

"It does doesn't it?" my wife asked the young lady. "Would you like to help pick a suitable suit? I'd like something sexy, but clearly he has a size problem."

"That size isn't a problem." The young lady said with a giggle. "I wish my boyfriend had that kind of size."

"Really, my wife said, walking over to the rack. "Want a closer look?"

"If it won't get me into trouble." She answered my wife quietly.

"Trust me, he won't mind a bit." My wife answered "Were you looking at one of these?"

"Yeah, I think they look really sexy."

"They are small aren't they?"

"Uh huh."

"You don't suppose one of these would fit me, would it?"

"How big are you?"

"Thirty eight double D," My wife said casually. 

"Hmmmmmm that's a lot to cover. Maybe this." She said, holding out a tiny yellow bikini top." 

"Goodness it is tiny isn't it? I won't fall out of it will I?" My wife asked, holding up the two tiny triangles and its attached strings.

"If you get too vigorous, yeah. It's intended for tanning, not volleyball." The young lady said with a giggle.

"Well. Maybe we should see how it looks, shall we?" My wife said, reaching behind her neck and pulling the knot of the dress loose, letting the top fall down and expose her huge tits. "Here honey, help me with this, wont you?" My wife said, turning and walking toward me. I had no choice, I let the half of my cock that didn't fit into the suit show as I helped my wife tie the tiny triangles over her breasts, the yellow material barely covering her areola. 

"Wow." The young lady whispered as she stepped around the rack to stare at my cock, which had once again grown to full proportions.

I blushed a little and covered it with my hands again until my wife looked sternly at me. I rolled my eyes in exasperation and then moved my hands to my hips, letting everyone have a good look at my dick.

"So what do you think?" My wife asked, turning for me and wiggling her tits, trying to jostle them from the tiny triangles. "Ohhh yeah, this is perfect." She said as one of her breasts popped out and was fully exposed, allowing the other to quickly follow.

"It's a shame that won't all fit." The young lady said, still staring at my cock.

"What? Oh yeah. It is isn't it" I bet it would look pretty damn good all bulged out with that wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I wish I could get my boyfriend to wear something like that for me, well on occasions anyway."

"Well, feel free to try and tuck it in if you want." My wife said with a grin, stepping over to the young lady and reaching out for her hand. She drew her slowly toward me, using just her fingers to coax her closer and then lowering both their hands to rest on my stomach inches from where I was sticking out of the suit.

"It is awful big. I don't know if it would fit." She said, sliding her fingers down and gently touching the head of my cock making it jump. She moved more in front of me, seeming to be emboldened slightly after touching me the first time. She hooked one finger into the waistband of the tight suit and pulled it out and down, exposing the rest of my cock. Her hand closed around the shaft and gently stroked it a few times before nervously looking at my face and then pulling her hand back away. "No, I don't think it will fit." She said with assurance. "We'll have to find a different one I think."

"Well, feel free to select one while I try on the rest of this suit." My wife said with an impish grin, turning her back on us and walking over to the rack. "Feel free to take it off to compare sizes if you want." My wife said over her shoulder, intentionally not looking at what the young lady was doing.

"Wow." She said again as she reached out and closed her hand around my shaft again. "It sure is big."

"Yes, he certainly fills a gal up." My wife said as she looked through the skimpy suit bottoms.

The young lady slowly knelt down, one hand pulling the suit down and the other gently stroking my already rigid shaft.

"This one I think," My wife said, turning to see the young lady with her face even with my hardon and my swim suit down around my ankles. "What do you think honey?"

"Oh damn." I groaned at the sight of the tiny yellow thong bikini bottom. 

"Sweetie, why don't you let her get you a different suit while I try this one on?" My wife said as she moved to the cubicle next to mine and slid the curtain open.

"Ohhhh goodness. Sorry Lisa!" My wife squeaked in surprise at finding Lisa, her dress bunched around her waist, lifting herself slowly on and off her husbands lap.

"Sorry Nanc, just couldn't wait any longer." Lisa said breathlessly.

"No problem hon, just keep going." My wife said closing the curtain. She turned to face me and then said. "Well why not?" and pushed the dress she had on down over her hips, letting it slide to the floor.

"Oh my." I heard the little sales girl say, her hand over her mouth at the sight of my wife practically naked on her sales floor, while I stood there completely nude, my hardon bouncing with my heartbeat. The young lady came back a few moments later with a slightly larger version of the same suit and knelt down in front of me. 

"Ohhh that looks much better." The young lady said as she slid the suit up my legs and covered my rigid pole. I looked at my wife, who was pulling on the tiny bottoms, and stifled a groan at the combination of the sight of my wife in the incredibly revealing suit and the young lady's hand, which was now stroking my hard cock through the soft slippery material of the suit.

My wife grinned at me and squatted down behind the young lady and whispered something into her ear. 

"Sure, if you want." The young lady answered before my wife went back to whispering again.

"Um I don't know... That's kind of...I don't know, creepy, isn't it?" She answered to my wife. "Well, yeah....That's true....Any one I want? Ok, it's a deal." She finally answered with a grin as she stood up. 

"What's that about?" I asked my wife.

"I told her I'd buy her any swim suit in the shop if she'd get naked in the changing room with you and make you cum in your new swim suit." My wife said with a devious look. 

"Oh geez." I groaned softly. 

"You do want to see naked women, don't you?" My wife asked with a grin. "Well, go sit down and enjoy the show."

I turned and walked into the changing room and sat down, waiting for the young lady to come back. She walked briskly into the changing room, closed the curtain behind her and turned to face me. "So your wife says if I get naked and make you cum that she'll buy me any suit in the store, and she said I don't have to fuck you. I can do it any way I want. You ok with that?"

"Sure." I answered, not sure what to expect.

"Cool. I've been wanting this little suit for a long time." She said as she hung a hanger with a tiny bikini on it. It just looked like any other bikini, but I doubted the price tag was at all common. She quickly stripped her tank top off, unfastened and dropped her bra, revealing a pair of cute perky b cup breasts with oblong areola and hard pink nipples. She wiggled her hips and pushed her short and panties down in one stroke stepping out of them and her shoes in one motion. She was a very petite young woman, maybe in her mid twenties, with a tiny patch of blond hair on her mound and an very sexy body. 

She reached out and tugged my swim suit down in front, hooking it under my balls and then wrapped both hands around my shaft. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She said quietly as she started to stroke my cock with both hands, working them up and down my length. I reached out and covered both breasts with my hands, gently squeezing and kneading the firm little orbs. 

"Mmmmmm that's nice." She said as she stepped closer, straddling my legs as I sat on the chair and settling her bare ass on my thighs. 

"Yeah, what you're doing is pretty nice too." I answered as I moved one hand down to her crotch and slipped it between her now splayed legs. I found her pussy and gently stroked her fat meaty outer lips, pressing a finger between them.

"Ohhhhhh damn. I thought the idea was for me to make you come?" She moaned as I stroked a finger across her hard clit.

"Might as well have some fun too." I said with a grin.

"Oh you're doing that alright....Damn you know how to hit the right spots."

"You know what they say about older men."

"I never believed it until now....oh damn." She moaned, rocking her hips as I stroked her pussy and she stroked my cock. Her rocking motion kept moving her closer and closer to my cock, until my fingers didn't have room to stay between us any longer. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and reached for her bare ass, pulling her forward so her pussy was grinding against the bottom of my cock. "Ohhhh god." She moaned again, pulling my cock more vertical and grinding against it. "Oh fuck I'm so turned on. I wanna mount you but your wife said I had to make you cum in your suit."

"Well, I'm wearing my suit, so if I come it's in my suit, isn't it?"

"Uh huh." She answered as she lifted herself up higher, aiming my cock at her wet lips. She quickly dropped her weight on me, suddenly driving my fat cock deep into her pussy, drawing a quick intake of breath and then a long sigh from her lips. "Ohhhh yes. Much better. God your cock is so big." She said as she started bouncing on me.

"You're pretty damn tight too." I grunted, trying not to come as fast as my body was suddenly screaming for me to do.

"Oh shit yes. So, you going to come soon?"

"As soon as you do."

"Ohhhhh that won't be hard." She squeaked. "I've been holding one back since you entered me!"

We both let go, her motions and tight pussy pushing me over the top and sending me over the cliff of climax. My body jerked and pushed a gush of hot juice up into her pussy while her own body trembled and shook on my lap. Over and over I filled her pussy, my body finally releasing the cum that had been pent up and awaiting release since breakfast.

"Ohhhhhh damn." I muttered as I sat there recovering.

"You can say that again. Fuck that felt good." A little trickle of sweat running down between her tits.

"So, you wanna show me what I just bought you?"

"Sure!" she said brightly, reaching over to the hook and pulling the hanger down. She took the top off the hanger and carefully arranged the pastel green cloth over her sexy little breasts and reached around to fasten the clip in the back. The suit top wrapped around her but had no string to hold the top up..

"I bet your boyfriend is gonna love this." I said, tugging on the material over one breast and easily pulling it down to expose her breast. I leaned forward and sucked most of her tit into my mouth and swirled my tongue around her nipple.

"Ohhhh not as much as I'm gonna love teaching him that," she cooed, wiggling her hips so that my partially hard cock moved around inside her.

"Too bad we don't have more time." I said with a smile. "I'd teach you a few more things."

"I bet you would mister." She said as she pushed herself up, releasing a flood of cum that quickly soaked into my suit front. Once she was off my lap I pushed the suit down and stood naked next to her. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her tits to my chest and stood on her tip toes to kiss me. "Thank's for the suit mister!" she said, before stepping back, picking up her shorts and panties and running out of the changing room, the curtain flapping back and forth behind her.

By the time I was dressed and out, the young lady was long gone and my wife was paying the oriental looking cashier for a rather large stack of purchases, including my now cum stained suit.

"So honey, I have a question, well actually a couple questions." I asked from the passenger seat as we drove back toward the hotel.

"Ok, shoot."

"The guy in the shoe store?" I asked simply.

"Well, I was having so much fun teasing him and watching him stare at my pussy, all of a sudden I heard myself say he could touch it. I didn't really expect him to but then he not only touched it, but he ran his fingers between my lips and over my clit and I damn near came right then. Hell once I showed him my tits he couldn't keep his fingers out of my pussy. Well, I had to return the favor. I wasn't going to go in the back with him.

"I see, so the young lady in the swim suit place? I got the impression that the clerk already knew we were coming."

"She did. I told her that I was brining my husband and a few friends, and that if she let me embarrass you in front of her by exposing your cock that she was guaranteed a rather large sale. The young lady was just a chance thing. I figured it might be interesting, I didn't expect her to enjoy it quite as much as she did."

"Oh, she enjoyed it." I said with a chuckle.

"Good." My wife said as she turned off the road into a TGI Fridays. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah it is lunch time." I agreed as she parked.

I had to admit she looked pretty damn hot, maybe a little slutty, but damn hot as we walked into the place. The young lady led us to a booth and the ladies slid in first with Joe and I sliding in next to our wives. The waiter came and introduced himself, took our drink orders and left us with menus to peruse. He had barely walked away when my wife pulled my hand to her lap, dragging her skirt up her thighs and pressing my fingers to her sopping wet pussy. Leaving my hand between her legs she worked the bottom of the dress up to her waist so that anyone standing by the table would easily see her bare lap.

"Make me cum when he comes back." My wife whispered, pulling my hand tighter to her crotch.

"You that turned on?" I asked.

"Fuck yes." She muttered as I started stroking my finger back and forth across her lips. She spread her legs as wide as she could under the table and let my fingers work between her lips and tease back and forth across her clit.

"Ohhhh yeah. Just like that." My wife whispered, her fingers digging into my arm as I worked her closer to climax. "Lisa. Stall him when he comes back." 

"Huh? Oh, okay." Lisa answered as the young man came back.

My fingers teased back and forth across her clit and I could tell by the waiter's eyes that he could definitely see her bare lap and her exposed pussy as my pinky rubbed back and forth between her wet lips.

"Uh." My wife grunted almost silently, as he leaned over the table as far as he could, reaching for a coaster and looking almost straight down toward her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh yessssss." She whispered as her legs began to tremble. "Uhhhhhhhh" She breathed heavily, looking up into his face to see that he was indeed watching as her body twitched, her climax quickly taking hold of her. Her hands slid up her top and shakily pulled the material out so he could see down the front of her dress, and her bare tits with their rock hard nipples.

He stayed frozen in place for at least ten second while she climaxed and only pulled back when her orgasm started to subside.

"Damn he had a huge hardon." Lisa whispered to my wife after the waiter had gone. "That was kinky hot. Was it fun?"

"Uh huh." My wife answered, still trying to catch her breath. 

The waiter was extremely attentive the rest of lunch, looking down into my wife's and Lisa's lap, who had also pulled her dress hem up so he could see plenty. "God I can't believe you did that." Lisa said when we were all back in the car. "I thought that waiter was going to cum in his pants when you started climaxing, then you showed him your tits? If he didn't go to the bathroom and jack off I'd be surprised."

"I know. I was soooo damn horny and I felt so randy! God that was a turn on." My wife said as she buckled the seat belt over her dress.

There was considerable amount of chatter headed back to the hotel, which was when I found out there was a pool party in the afternoon, and the reason for the new swimwear. "You know Lisa, I never did see what you got for a suit."

"Oh honey, you're going to LOVE it!" My wife said. "If I'd have known how damn horny I get showing off I might have bought it myself."

"Just the same, the one you have will more than do the job." Lisa said from the back seat. "You can see it when we change. I want my husband to have a nice hard cock when we go to the pool."

I kind of felt like for Lisa it was still more about embarrassing Joe, but the game seemed to have changed for Nancy. She was starting to really get into showing off. Hell, I hadn't seen her climax twice in the same day in many years, let alone how many times already today? 

We arrived back at the hotel, and my wife intentionally slid off the seat so that her dress hiked up her thighs, giving the valet a quick shot of her shaved pussy, making him bend down slightly to take her hand and help her out, prolonging the exposure. By the time the elevator doors closed on us she had set the bags down and was undoing her dress, planning on riding the elevator up in just her heels and stockings.

"God this is making me wet." She said as she stepped from her dress. The elevator slowed, stopping at the fifth floor, the doors sliding open. A middle age couple stepped into the elevator, the man staring at my wife's nude body and the wife giving her the evil eye. For her part my wife tried to look like everything was completely normal as the car slowed at the eight floor. The couple got out and left us alone in the car for the last two floors. "OH fuck." My wife breathed, stroking her pussy with one hand.

The elevator slowed and stopped and we collected our bags and walked out, heading down the hall toward our room. The hallway seemed deserted, and just down the hall from our room was a vending machine area with an ice machine and soda machine.

"Come with me." I said, tugging her along with me past our room to the vending area. Lisa and Joe followed, curious about what I had in mind. I reached the ice machine and pushed the button, allowing a number of cubes fall onto the grill under the discharge. "I think you need to cool your pussy off a bit." I said as I grabbed a handful of cubes and pulled my wife over to me. I lifted one of her legs, pushing her back against the soda machine for balance as I rubbed a cube back and forth across her sopping wet pussy. Slowly I fed the cube into her and used my finger to push it into her tunnel, bringing a moan from her lips. I used another cube to slowly stroke back and forth across her hard clit, little squeaks and gasps slipping from her as I teased her exposed nub with the frozen cube. 

"Oh shit oh shit!" My wife moaned loudly as I slid the cube down between her lips and stuffed it into her pussy, the water from the other melting cube running down her leg along with her own juices.

"More?" I asked, stroking her pussy with another cube.

"Yesss. Please." She muttered, her hips rocking in time with my strokes, trying to get me to rub her clit again.

With a grin I slid the cube to her clit and started rubbing it in circles on it, the cold and the sensations making her whole body writhe in pleasure, her moans growing louder by the second.

"Ohhhh fuck I'm going to come!" She squealed loudly just before her whole body jerked, little spasms running up and down her whole body, making her stomach contract and her chest to heave. For nearly half a minute she was beyond controlling her own actions, and when she finally did have control it was to reach down and undo my pants, pushing them down to expose my own cock, my underwear still stuffed in the bag from the swim suit place. "OH fuck me honey! Right here, right now! I want your hard cock stuffed in me!"

I stepped up to her and pressed my cock to her pussy, pinning her between the machine and myself, using my hips to work my cock between her lips and find the entrance to her tunnel.




Lessons Ch. 02



"Ohhhhh fuck yes!" My wife moaned loudly as I started sliding into her. In and out of her I stroked, our motions rocking the soda machine loudly. "Oh god come in me! Fuck me like a little slut until you fill me with your cum!" My wife demanded in a moan.

Like I wasn't already going to do that? Between the antics at the TGI Friday and fingering her pussy, I was more than ready to fill her up. And doing so didn't take all that long. 

"OHHHHH FUCK I'm COMING AGAIN!" she squealed uncharacteristically as her body tensed around me, her pussy clenching around my cock and pushing my orgasm right to the trigger point. 

"Ohhhhh fuck yes!" Joe grunted behind me, drawing my attention. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lisa, her red spandex dress around one ankle, bent over holding herself up against the wall while Joe slid his cock in and out of his wife. Her firm round tits bounced and wiggled as his strokes increased in pace and his hips slapped softly against her firm ass.

"Oh shit." I grunted at the sight, my cum pushing up out of my cock into my wife as my body jerked spasmodically. Time and again I emptied myself into her, finally slipping from her as I stood gasping for breath, wondering how many people had seen all or some of our encounter.

My wife and I walked unsteadily to the room, my wife holding our bags and me holding my pants around my thighs. We opened the door and propped it open for Joe and Lisa as soon as they were done, which wasn't going to be too long from the sound of it.

Nancy stripped off her stockings and shoes, and then stripped me before pulling me to the bed. She pushed me back on it and crawled on top of me, rubbing her well used pussy against my now flaccid cock.

"You know, we don't have to keep going. We can stop now and just play like this."

"What and waste all the planning you did? We haven't even been to the pool party, not to mention I want to see you wear that sweater dress tonight."

"You're sure? I mean if I go I'm not going to stop a good looking guy from feeling me up, or maybe even more."

"Well, I'm not going to stop a good looking hottie from feeling me up either. What the hell, you let a total stranger finger fuck you."

"Tell me the truth, did that little thing in the store really fuck you or just give you one hell of a hand job?"

"Well, it started out as a hand job and before long she was begging to ride my cock."

"So you did fuck her? Was it good?"

"It was very different, even more different than fucking Lisa. It felt different, kind of exciting. And yeah, it was a huge turn on having you exposing me in the store like that."

"I didn't ask that."

"No , but you were going to."

"You're right, I was." My wife giggled as Lisa and Joe came into the room and closed the door.

"I don't know about you, but I need a nap." Lisa announced, flopping on the bed in only her stockings.

"Good idea. My pussy could use a rest anyway." My wife answered, rolling partially off of me but leaving her head and one leg resting on my body.



Lessons Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Margaret

I had been assigned temporary duty overseas. A few days before I was to leave I called the wife of a friend who was posted at my destination to see if she wanted to send him something.

She said she would definitely have something for me to take to him and to come by the night before I left.

On the eve of my departure I went over to their house.

Her name was Margaret and she was, as they say, terminally cute. Very small, short dark hair, very outgoing. She was two or three years older than me. Her sister Lacy was the partner of my best friend Laura. We had been around each other several times at various social occasions and done some mild flirting.

She greeted me with a hug and I was ushered to the sofa. She was wearing very tight jeans and a t shirt. She was definitely bra less.

She said she was about to wrap the last of three special presents for her husband. Then she hesitated, looked at me and blushed.

"Would you like to see what I am sending," she asked.

I said, "sure," and wondered why she was blushing.

She handed me a box that had about a dozen 8 by 10 photographs. The first picture was somewhat of a portrait, she with a big smile.

The second was much the same but taken from further back and showed bare shoulders.

The third showed her from the waist up in a nearly transparent night slip that went under her arms and just barely over her tits, her breasts clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

I was embarrassed and excited. I had to concentrate to keep my hands from shaking.

The next photo was a full body shot of her sitting exactly where she was sitting now. Her legs were crossed but she was obviously panty less. The hem of her nightgown was well up on her thighs.

My dick had been looking at the pictures with me and it was as hard as it had ever been.

I must had made some kind of sound for she asked me if I was ok.

I told the truth, I said "no, this is fabulous."

I was aware that she had been paying close attention to me and and my very obvious boner.

She asked me if it was true that I had never had sex.

My virginity had been a source of amusement among my friends and I assumed she had heard, so, I again told the truth and said "no, not really."

Margaret gave a quick squeeze to my thigh and giggled.

She told me to stop going through the pictures for a minute, that she was going to get us something to drink.

As she left I took the opportunity to arrange my dick into a less painful position, almost cumming as I moved it around.

She took a bit longer to return than I expected and when she did I again almost creamed in my pants. She had changed from jeans and t shirt to that very same sheer nightgown in the photos. I could hardly hold the drink she handed me.

Although she did not need to do so, she identified the nightgown as the same one in the photographs. She went on to describe the fun she had trying to decide which night gown to use for the pictures.

I asked the one question I had in my head, "who took the pictures?."

She said, "my sister Lacey. You know she is a photographer with her own studio. She likes taking pictures of me, and of me and my husband in various poses. Sometimes my husband takes pictures of my sister and me but he can not always control himself," she giggled.

I was in such an excited state the it would be fifteen hours before the implications of what she just said would sink into my brain.

I had downed my drink and she got up to get me another. She bent over the coffee table in front of us to pick up the glasses, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy lips. I think I shuddered. She turned, smiled, and gave me a short sweet kiss on the lips.

The hair on the back of my neck rose as it finally occurred to me,

"I'm going to get laid, I'm going to lose my virginity!"

I calmed myself down by telling myself situations like this only happen in fictitious letters to Penthouse.

Margaret returned, handed me another drink, then sat even closer to me than she was before. I picked up the box of pictures and resumed looking.

Her hand was now resting high on my thigh.

The next picture was an upper body shot with one breast completely exposed.

She asked if I liked that pose.

I assured her that I loved it.

She said "this is what I did," and pulled down one side of the gown exposing her tit.

I looked first at the picture and then at her, in the guise of artistic appraisal and said,"in all honesty I like the live shot much better." I leaned over and gave the nipple a kiss, holding it between my lips as I pulled back.

She sighed her approval. Her hand moved up on my thigh until it was brushing my dick.

The next photo showed the full body, both breast exposed, the hem of her night gown around her waist, legs crossed.

I looked at her expectantly and she did not disappoint me. She assumed the pose in the picture.

I gave the other nipple the same treatment I had given the first as I placed my hand lightly on her thighs.

She put her hand to the back of my head and held my mouth on her tits for a few moments. She uncrossed her legs, giving my hand better access to her love mound.

I came up for air and flipped to the next picture.

She was nude, standing in front of the sofa. Before I had a chance to hope she stood and flipped her gown off.

She faced me, her pussy not inches away from my face and asked,

" you like?"

Even though I was a virgin, (my dick had never been in a pussy), I was not completely helpless. I had in fact, been given very useful lessons on the art of pussy eating by a lesbian friend in my unit, (Laura), and had been awarded an A+. My skill had been the subject of some gossip. I wondered if Margaret had heard it.

I reached out to Margaret and pulled her to me by placing my hands on her ass. l began to shower her pussy with kisses.

My tongue began to trace its way along the slit. At the top of the slit the tip of my tongue encountered her engorged clitoris. I alternated between flicking it with my tongue and sucking on it. I would then abandon her clit and slowly run my tongue from as near her ass hole as I could reach to the top of her slit. Then I would give her pussy a French kiss, again sucking on her clit.

I heard and felt her gasping for air. On my fourth trip from ass to clit she grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face surprisingly hard against her sex.

Breathing became momentarily impossible.

Then she came hard. She trembled. I heard a sob. My face was covered with her fluids. She almost slipped down to the floor.

I held her steady and maneuvered her down to the sofa.

After recovering her breath Margaret said, " no one has ever eaten my pussy before, I never came so hard in my life."

Then she ordered, "take your clothes off."

I undressed faster than i ever had in my life. I leaned over her chest and started loving her tits.

She pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs as she did, grabbed my dick and guided it to her very slick pussy.

I was in!

I was fucking a woman!

I had become a man!

The excitement was too much.

Without taking a stroke I came.

I was very embarrassed, started to apologize and withdraw.

She would not allow it.

She wrapped her legs around me and said she knew it was my first and would not last long, that the next one would be better.

I relaxed knowing I would get another chance. I was nineteen, I knew I could come back up in minutes, if not seconds. I started to kiss and caress everywhere I could reach while still impaled in her pussy.

I had lost less than half of my hardon when it started back up.

Less than three minutes from my first in-pussy cum I started my first actual fuck.

I was going as slowly as I could, nearly coming out of the pussy on each stroke.

What a feeling! I could not imagine anything ever being better. I savored every fraction of contact going in and coming out.

Because she was so small I had my arms extended to take my weight off her body. This allowed me to shift the angle of entry between dick and pussy.

I soon found an angle that brought a gasp from Margaret.

She suddenly wanted me to hurry but I would not, I wanted to enjoy the fuck as long as possible. But she could not wait and started to fuck me as hard as she could from her position beneath me. She came with a long agonizing moan. I slowed to a stop allowing her time to enjoy it.

She wanted up, so I stood, very disappointed, thinking it was over. I began to lose the hard. I was, however, in for a treat.

Margaret swung her legs around and sat up directly in front of me. She took my dick in her hands maneuvered it to her mouth and swallowed it. I went from deflating to the verge of cumming in about twenty seconds. I warned her of my impending explosion but she kept at it until the first spurt hit her mouth. Then Margaret took my still exploding dick out of her mouth and finished me with her hands and tits. I nearly covered her chest in cum.

Now I was the one that was wobbly and had to sit. As soon as I did she gave me a passionate kiss and I could taste my cum in her mouth. Only fair, I knew she could taste her pussy juices in mine.

Margaret asked, " what time do you need to be at the terminal?"

I answered, " I don't need to be there until mid morning. I am already packed."

She said,"then go take a shower, I will go set the alarm and meet you in there."

I spent the entire evening eating pussy and fucking.

My jaw hurt. My dick was sore.

We fucked in every room of her house.

I was eating her pussy when the alarm went off.

For breakfast, she swallowed the very last drop of my cum.

She did take the time to write her husband a note bragging that she had been the one to "deflower" me. Apparently there had been some wagering on my continued virginity and its eventual end.

She also wrote a demand that he learn to eat pussy before he got back or there would be hell to pay.

I learned about "The Lifestyle" from Margaret which until then I was positive was an urban myth. I was happy to learn that there was not going to be a problem between her husband and me.

By the time the plane took off I was sound asleep, I needed it. But just before I dozed off it occurred to me,

I had not seen all the pictures in the box.

Then, in a delayed sudden revelation, "there were two more boxes of pictures!"

Well, maybe her husband would share, again.



Lessons Ch. 03



The night after I had made love to Chantelle, Sylvia and I had just gone to bed when she asked, "So how did l'instruction go with Chantelle?"

"Very well," I said. "Did Gabrielle mention it?"

"Yes she did," she said. "Gaby said that Chantelle told her all about it this afternoon. She said that she was a bit surprised at Chantelle's reaction."

"Oh, why was that?" I asked.

"Gaby said that she didn't expect Chantelle to go through with it, because she thought that she was a lesbian." Sylvia said.

"What!" I exclaimed. "Why would she think that?"

"Because Chantelle was spending all of her time with her friend Jasmin," she replied. "Besides, Gaby knows a little about lesbians."

"And how would she know that?" I asked.

"Before Papa gave her l'instruction, Gabrielle was a lesbian," Sylvia replied calmly.

Wow! That was a shock! But it explained a few things. Gabrielle had been married, and she had two daughters so it had been more than a marriage of convenience, but I had always wondered why there had been no men in her life since her divorce a few years ago. She was an attractive woman, and I knew that she must have had offers. So maybe she had decided that she preferred the company of women after all, I thought.

It took me a while to recover after that bombshell, and then I said, "Well, at least Gabrielle was understanding about Chantelle. You should know that I explained to Chantelle that it's OK for her to keep seeing her friend Jasmin. Maybe you should mention that to Gabrielle."

"I'll do that," Sylvia said.

I was still coming to terms with the idea that Gabrielle was a lesbian. "So does Gaby have a girlfriend?" I asked. "I mean, I've never seen her with anyone."

"Yes, she does have someone," Sylvia replied softly.

"Who is she?" I asked. But then the expression on Sylvia's face gave her away. "You mean .....?" I spluttered.

"Please don't be cross, darling," she said. "Gabrielle is my sister and I love her dearly. I love you as my husband, only in a different way."

I was stunned. For several seconds I couldn't say anything, as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. But I remembered how passionate Sylvia was every time that we made love. There was no way that she could be faking all of her emotions, so what did I have to complain about, I thought. So my wife was bisexual. There was no reason why this fact should affect our relationship.

I leaned over and kissed Sylvia. "I'm not angry," I said. "Surprised, but not angry. Gabrielle is lucky to have such a passionate lover as you."

Sylvia threw herself into my arms and ground her pussy against my leg. I slipped my cock into her pussy and fucked her hard and fast, and she gasped with delight, and then screamed with pleasure as she came.

As we lay together after making love, my thoughts returned to Gabrielle. Why is it that men are always fascinated by beautiful lesbians? "So is Gabrielle bisexual, I mean is she at all interested in men?" I asked.

"Well," replied Sylvia, "There is one man that I know she would like to sleep with."

"Who is he?" I asked.

"You," Sylvia replied calmly.

This time I was completely blown away! Me??? I never would have guessed that Gabrielle had the hots for me. Sure, I'd always thought that she was attractive, but she was my wife's sister. I had never thought about her in a sexual way at all.

"You mean that she told you that? Weren't you angry? What did you say," I asked.

"No, she didn't tell me, not directly. But I could see the way that she looked at you. Then one day I asked her straight out, and she admitted it. And then she cried and asked me to forgive her," Sylvia replied.

"I had no idea," I said. "Poor Gabrielle."

"Yes, I feel sorry for her," said Sylvia. She paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Actually, I've had an idea in the back of my mind for a little while. Sometimes when I'm with Gaby I think of how hot it would be if the three of us were together. What would you think about that? Would you be interested in a ménage-a-trios?"

This time I thought that my head would explode. Here was my beautiful wife, asking if I would like a threesome with her and her gorgeous sister? Did she seriously expect me to say no? Is there any man on earth who would say no to an offer like that?

I tried to be cool. "Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she replied airily.

"But what about Gabrielle?" I asked. "Do you think that she would agree?"

"Let's ask her," said Sylvia. She picked up the phone and dialled Gabrielle's number.

"Hi Gaby, it's me," Sylvia said when Gabrielle answered. She motioned me to pick up the extension on my side of the bed, and then indicated that I should listen and not speak. "Steve and I have just had the most wonderful fuck. Then I told him that I thought that you would like him to fuck you too, and I suggested that we get together sometime for a ménage-a-trios. What do you think? I've told you how big Steve's cock is. Would you like to have his fat cock in your beautiful pussy?"

Gabrielle gasped with surprise, but she recovered quickly. "Oh, yes, I'd like that very much," she said. "And I'd especially like it if you watched while your husband fucked me. Do you think that Steve would want to do that?"

I couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Oh, yes, Gaby, I'd like to fuck your tight pussy," I growled. "And then I want to watch you eat my wife's pussy."

"Oh Steve!" Gabrielle gasped. "I didn't know that you were listening!"

"Did you mean everything that you said just then?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she said. "Let's all get together as soon as we can."



Lessons Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Friday Evening

Margaret's week had passed in a blur. She was always busy. As finals and the end of the school year approached, she was even busier than usual. It was the last burst of activity before the campus slowed its pace for the summer. Driving home, she realized that she was exhausted. 

She pulled her car into the garage and carried her things into the house. She poured herself a glass of wine, kicked off her shoes and walked out onto the back patio to enjoy the warm spring evening. She settled herself onto the loveseat and closed her eyes. Sighing deeply, she finally allowed her body to begin to relax. 

Her mind drifted to Josh.

She had not seen or heard from him all week. She'd been so busy that she hadn't really much thought about it. Oh she had kept her office door open in the hope of finding him standing there, yet again. And she'd walked across campus more aware than usual of the cars; keeping a look out for his red mustang. Once, downtown, she had seen the white Anderson Computer van coming up from behind her at a stoplight. When it pulled next to her, she had looked, fully expected to see Josh sitting behind the wheel. She had wondered if Tom Anderson had seen the disappointment in her face as she smiled and waved at him before speeding off from the light. 

But no Josh.

During the days, she didn't really miss him. Her days had always been filled with the many activities of her life. In the evenings though, when she sat down to write her stories, she found herself thinking about him Her writing wasn't going well, either. She wondered if that had anything to do with Josh. She had found herself increasingly more frustrated with the flow of ideas; increasingly more willing to shut the computer off and retire to her bed, the research videos and her toys.

There, in the quiet of her bedroom, she gave in to the fantasies of him that she carefully avoided during the day. Closing her eyes, she could remember the first tentative touch of his lips. She remembered the question that she had felt in them. And, she remembered her answer. Without even thinking, she had responded to him. Her lips had met his and clearly shown her willingness for the kiss to deepen. 

No tongues yet. Although Margaret loved 'french kissing', a french kiss should never be a first kiss. Beginning kisses should be soft and gentle, barely there. The sense of hesitancy fueled by the underlying passion. Everyone was always in such a hurry with kissing; ready to move immediately into the deep, open mouthed soul kisses that should be shared a bit more sparingly so as to increase the sexual tension inherent in them.

Margaret believed that there was a whole art to the range of kisses that lovers shared. Josh had begun with soft and gentle. She liked that.

She was startled by the sound of the telephone. She got up quickly and made her way inside, hoping to catch the call before the answering machine. "Margaret Wilkes," she said.

"Hi, Margaret," Josh said. "I got your number from the work order at Anderson's. I hope that's OK," he stammered. "Am I bothering you?"

"No, no, Josh. It's fine. I'm glad you called. I'd just been thinking that I hadn't seen you all week. How are the revisions on the paper going?"

"Good," he replied. "I've really been hitting it hard, trying to finish up. I'm planning on a last re-read tonight, making the final corrections and printing it out tomorrow and then taking it into Professor Butler late in the afternoon. I took off from Anderson's to finish this up. I hope that's the end of it. I don't think I can look at it any longer."

"That's great," she responded. 

There was an awkward pause, before they both began to speak at once.

"Josh," Margaret began at the same time she heard him say, "Margaret."

They both laughed

"Would you like to come to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate?" she finished.

"I would like that very much. I was trying to ask you if you'd like another computer lesson, perhaps late tomorrow afternoon. Dinner sounds wonderful."

"Then let's plan on it; about 6:30 PM. But for a celebratory dinner, Josh. No computer lessons tomorrow, OK?"

"Sure, Margaret. I'll see you then."

Saturday Afternoon

The day passed in a whirl with the usual Saturday morning activities of laundry, shopping and errands. She took time to set the dining room table before heading to her bedroom. She wanted to be able to take her time to prepare for this evening.

She stripped off her jeans and t-shirt, throwing them into the hamper on the way into the shower. She turned the water on to heat up. The steam filled the bathroom as she slipped under the hot spray. She washed her hair and while the conditioner was working its magic, carefully shaved her legs and underarms. She trimmed her pubic hair. She eschewed the bath puff and opted to wash her body with her hands. She pumped some sweet smelling soap into her palms and rubbed her hands together to work up a later. She slowly slid her hands over her body, gently massaging each and every inch, fully aware of her desire that soon, his hands would be repeating these very same motions. 

Stepping out of the shower, she toweled her body dry and spread a lightly scented moisturizer into her damp warm skin. She chose a beautiful lace bra and matching panties from her dresser drawer. She wondered if he'd take time to notice the luxurious lingerie. No matter. Margaret indulged in sensuous undergarments for herself. She genuinely liked the way the fabrics felt against her skin and more importantly the way she felt when she was wearing them. She took her time with her makeup and hair before slipping into a light silk sundress. As she stepped into the strappy sandals, she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't have to glance at the clock to know that he was early. She spritzed a quick puff of perfume over herself before making her way to the door.

Josh was standing there looking sheepish. He had a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a brown bag in the other. Margaret smiled warmly at him as she opened the door.

"I know I'm early. I can wait out here," he stumbled.

"Josh, this is perfect timing. Please come in."

He walked through the door and his eyes met hers for a moment. Immediately she felt the tension stir in her loins.

"Margaret, I brought you some flowers; sort of a thank you for the help you gave me on my paper," he said, "Oh, and a bottle of wine."

"Thank you Josh. Would you like to open the wine while I find a vase for these flowers? There's a mini bar in the corner. I think you should find a corkscrew and glasses there. I'll be right back."

Margaret went into the kitchen to look for a vase, as well as, to calm herself down. She was feeling slightly unsettled. She had been anticipating this evening and now that it was here, well, she was having second thoughts. She was clearly attracted to Josh. He was an interesting young man. She'd had more fun with him in the past couple of weeks, than with any of the other 'one-date wonders' that she'd experienced since she'd been here. She had more fun with him than, well since Lee. She just couldn't quite get over the difference in their ages and the fact that he was eight years younger.

She arranged the beautiful red tulips in a vase and walked back into the living room determined to relax and let the evening unfold naturally. "We'll go slowly and just see what happens," Margaret told herself.

"These flowers are spectacular, Josh. Red is my favorite color. Thank you again," Margaret said. "Did you find the corkscrew and glasses OK?"

"Yes, I did," he replied. "I've poured you a glass of wine."

He handed Margaret the wine, clearly still very nervous.

"Thank you Josh. Let's sit for a minute before I get dinner going."

Margaret moved to sit down on the couch. Josh took one of the chairs opposite, clearly unsure of himself. Margaret began to talk about some of the things happening at school as the academic year was coming to a close. It was a busy time for her. The English department and the college as a whole, was a frenzy of activity as classes came to an end, grades were submitted and distributed, plans were confirmed for summer sabbaticals and positions opened for the fall semester. Margaret was pleased that her contract had been renewed.

"Josh, what are your plans? When you thesis is approved, that is?"

"I'll be here all summer, working full time at Anderson's. Mr. Anderson wants to take some time off and get a taste of what it might be like to retire. He asked me to stay on and take care of things when he is gone. In mid-August, I'll be moving to take a post-doc position out east." 

"How exciting, Josh. I just know that your paper will be accepted and that you will pass your orals with flying colors," Margaret said. "I'll be sad to see you leave though," she added softly. "Well how about dinner? Are you hungry? I got some steaks to grill, baked potatoes already in the oven, a salad, corn on the cob and some biscuits. How does that sound?"

"Great, Margaret. Wonderful in fact. I usually just eat carry-out or stuff out of cans. I don't cook too much."

"Well, good. I hope it lives up to your expectations. How are you with a grill? Can you get it started for me?"

"Sure. Lead me to it."

Margaret got up and led Josh to the back patio. 

"I think you'll find everything you need here. I'm going into the kitchen to check on things in there. Let me know when the coals are ready for the steaks."

Margaret checked on the potatoes and corn. She tossed the salad and put it in the fridge to keep cool and prepared the biscuits. Then she put the steaks on a plate and rejoined Josh on the patio.

It was a beautiful early spring evening. The weather was unusually warm. The sun had set and the patio lights illuminated the area with a soft glow. Josh was seated on the loveseat next to the grill. Margaret set the plate down and went to sit beside him. She felt his body tense slightly as her leg brushed his in sitting down. Her dress fell open to reveal her curvy legs and this time she didn't move to cover them up. She leaned back and turned to Josh.

"Josh, I've been wondering," she began, "Have you ever tried your hand at writing erotica?"

His cheeks colored immediately and he began to stammer. "Uh, no, not really...I mean I don't have a lot of, well you know, experience..."

Margaret reached out and put a hand gently on his thigh. "It's OK Josh. We're both adults. We are both interested in erotica as an academic subject. You know I write. I just wondered if you did."

Josh sighed deeply. "Margaret, I'm a little nervous. I'm sure you can tell."

"Josh, I really like you. I enjoy your company and I have fun when we're together. I'd like to get to know you better and well, we'll see. Is that OK with you? Now, how about those coals? Are they ready yet?"

Josh visibly relaxed as he rose to put the steaks on the grill. Margaret went back into the house and got the rest of their dinner onto the table. She heard him coming through the door just as she was about to go check on him. 

"The steaks are finished, Margaret," Josh said.

"Great, Josh, then let's eat. Can you grab the wine before you sit down please?"

The tension had relaxed and they talked easily through dinner. They found themselves sharing more of their life stories, their ideas about erotica in literature and the conservative attitudes prevalent in this country about sexuality. The conversation was interesting and comfortable. After dinner, Josh helped Margaret clear the table and load the dishwasher. He poured the last of the wine into their glasses.

"Shall we take this back outside onto the patio?" he asked.

"That sounds good, Josh,"

They walked slowly into the cooler evening air. Margaret sat down on the loveseat and Josh joined her. This time when his leg brushed hers, it seemed natural to them both. Josh felt Margaret shiver a bit. 

"Are you cold," he asked.

"A little," she replied.

Without a word, he reached up and put an arm around her shoulders. He paused a moment, trying to read her response. She snuggled closer into his body and looked up at him.

"That feels great Josh."

They sat in silence for a long time, drinking in the beautiful night air, gazing at the full moon dominating a sky of tiny little stars. Their bodies fit together as easily as they had in the diner that one night. They both had relaxed and were now enjoying the comfort of just being with each other. It seemed the most natural thing in the world when Margaret looked up into his eyes and he leaned his mouth down to meet hers. The kiss they shared was not quite as tentative as their first. This was still new and uncharted territory for them both, but this kiss, unlike the first that they had shared, lingered. They slowly explored each other's lips; enjoying the whole host of touches and sensitivities lovers share through kissing. 

Their hearts were beating quickly and their breathing becoming shorter and more shallow. Margaret shivered again, this time not from the temperature, but from the intensity of the kisses that they shared. Josh felt her body quiver and strengthened his hold on her. She moved tighter against him and rested her head on the broad expanse of his chest. He leaned down and nuzzled into the softness of her hair. His hand moved along the length of her arm and he could feel the tiny little hairs sticking straight up.

"You're cold," he said. "Maybe I should leave."

"No Josh. I don't want you to leave. Let's go inside," Margaret responded quietly.

They disentangled their upper bodies and rose from the loveseat. Margaret reached for Josh's hand and led him inside. Her hand left his for only a moment as she locked the door. Grabbing his hand again, she began to walk toward her bedroom. The room was awash in the glow of the moon. Margaret turned to Josh. His arms automatically went around her and he bent his head to kiss her.

"Josh," she said, "I don't want you to leave."

"Margaret," he replied, "I don't want to leave." 

Their mouths met again. These kisses took on a more demanding sense of urgency, but Margaret could still detect a slight sense of nervousness in Josh. It felt as if there was a battle raging inside him between following his natural instincts and thinking too much about what might be happening.

"Josh," she began, "are you sure?"

"Margaret, I have never been so sure about anything. I don't want to leave. I want to be here with you," he said softly. "But you need to know that I'm not real good at this. I don't have much experience at all of this, and what I do have has been rushed and uncomfortable and not satisfying. I don't want to disappoint you."

"Josh, nothing you do will disappoint me. We'll take it slow and I'll teach you everything you need to know. Is that OK?"

His response came in the deep and soulful kiss that they shared. Margaret opened her mouth to his and gently probed his closed lips with her tongue. Instinctively, Josh opened his mouth and their tongues met for the first time. As the dance began, the sensations were overwhelming and Margaret felt her legs buckle under her. His arms caught her, as his face pulled away from hers.

"Margaret, oh Margaret," he murmured into the softness of her hair.

She leaned into him, using the strength of his body to help her stay on her feet. She rested her head against his chest and sighed deeply. "I've waited a long time for a moment like this," Margaret thought, "and longer still for the pleasure that I know will come. This seems so natural and right. I can't remember when I felt this comfortable in a man's arms. A man?" At that moment, Margaret realized that she had stopped thinking about Josh as a kid or even a young man. At that moment he became simply, a man.

Margaret took a small step back and began to unbutton Josh's shirt. He stood still, his arms at his sides, clearly not sure what to do. Margaret reached for his hands and put them gently on her waist. Then she continued with his shirt. She pulled his shirt out from under his jeans and used both hands to spread it open, revealing his chest. It was wide and fully muscled and covered with tiny, curly, black hair. Margaret slid the shirt off his shoulders, feeling the definition in his arms under her hands. She leaned into him and began to cover his chest with kisses. The tiny little nipples were already tight and hard. She suckled gently, unsure of the pressure that he preferred. 

Her hands roamed over his chest. She was amazed at the size of him. She moved behind him and her fingers grazed over the width of his back. She noticed how it tapered to his waist. She reached from behind him and began to unhook his belt, and then unzip his pants. Still from behind, she eased his jeans down over his narrow hips. Beneath his jeans he wore red bikini underwear. The cheeks of his ass were firm and hard under the silky fabric.

At that moment, she realized that he still had his boots on. 

"Sit down on the bench at the end of the bed, Josh."

He stumbled over where she had directed and sat down. He began to reach to remove his boots.

"No. Let me," Margaret said.

She straddled each leg in turn and using her hips for leverage, gently removed his boots and then his socks. She turned to face him and he stood up. She gazed at him for a long time, drinking in his beautiful, young body and anticipating the pleasure they would share together.

"Margaret," he questioned.

"You're beautiful, Josh. I was just admiring how beautiful you are."

Margaret continued to stand in front of him, just out of his reach. Slowly, she began to unbutton the tiny little buttons down the front of her sundress. When she reached the bottom, she slipped the dress off her shoulder. Her tight little nipples peeked through the lace of the bra

"Margaret," Josh breathed. "It is you who are beautiful," he said as he closed the space between them with one long stride.

His arms went around her waist again. She leaned into him and reached her arms up around his neck. Their mouths met for a deep kiss. His hands moved across her back, gently easing their way under her lace panties. The cheeks of her bottom were soft and yielding to his touch. He pulled back from her to look again into her eyes. It was as if he needed permission to continue.

"Yes, Josh. I want you to touch me everywhere."

And so he did. He explored each and every inch of her body with his hands. She felt warm and soft to him. Even as his hands were moving over her body, Margaret was exploring Josh. His muscles were strong and firm. Each was struck with the wonderful new sensations that came with exploring a new lover's body for the first time.

Suddenly, he reached his arms under her and lifted her up into his arms. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He smiled at her as he lay down beside her. He leaned over and began to cover her body with kisses. "For someone without a lot of experience," Margaret thought, "He's doing very well." And so she said to him, "Josh, that feels wonderful. Your kisses are so soft and gentle. You can also be a little firmer. I'm real. I won't break. It is the juxtaposition of the pressures, one feather light and the other firm and intentional that is so seductive for me." She moaned softly to indicate her pleasure as she felt him following her suggestion. He continued to kiss her body with his lips. 

"Your tongue, Josh, sometimes you can use your tongue; and your teeth too. The variety is what is so intoxicating."

Margaret lay on the bed, as Josh covered her body with an incredible variety of kisses.

"Your turn," she said, rising up and flipping him onto his back. "The best pleasure is reciprocal. There is a constant give and take."

Margaret straddled his thighs. As she did, she could feel the heat and strength coming from just under the thin fabric of his underwear. She positioned herself right on top of where she knew his penis lay. Leaning forward, she began to trace patterns across the expanse of his chest. She took his nipples into each of her hands and gently began to tweak them between her thumb and forefinger. She bent down to kiss him and her soft hair fell first across his chest and then into his face. She reached over to the nightstand to grab a clip to pin it up off her face. She knew that a little later, she'd want him to be able to see her full face as she pleasured his penis.




Lessons Ch. 03



Margaret continued to move her mouth all across Josh's face, his neck and shoulders and his chest. She used the alternating varieties of pressure that she had introduced to him. First, feather light, barely there, touching with her fingertips, then firm and intentional sucking with her mouth. Her tongue danced around his ears. She sucked gently on the outside edge and blew softly. It was hot from her mouth and then cool from her breath. Her hips road gently against the straining bulge in his underwear. She reached down and placed his hands on her backside.

"Grab my bottom, Josh. Run your hands up the sides of my body. Touch me anywhere and everywhere. Never stop touching me. I love to be touched. I am so hungry to be touched. Touch me Josh."

And so he did, again, as she asked. Their dance continued as time passed. 

Margaret was dizzy with these newly re-discovered pleasures. It had been too long and she wanted to explore and taste every possible physical sensation that their bodies could share together. She moved off his groin and knelt between his legs. She reached out to touch the bulge in his underwear with the tips of her fingers. She could feel the heat. A darker red spot indicated the place where a little bit of semen had not been able to wait. She bent forward, gently took the spot between her teeth and sucked on the fabric. The taste of him was in that special spot. She heard Josh moan deep and low in his throat, as her mouth brushed across his penis. Even through the thin fabric of his underpants, he felt the warm, moist softness of her mouth. With exquisite tenderness she reached under the fabric of his underpants and gently slid them down to reveal his penis. It sprang forth immediately, strong and tall and proud. 

"Oh my," she gasped.

"Margaret?" he questioned anxiously.

"Josh, you are so beautiful. Your penis is so beautiful."

She heard him sigh as she bent down, her eyes never leaving his and with one very careful motion, took the whole of him into her mouth. His penis was huge and pushed against the back of her throat. Covering her teeth with her lips, she began to move her mouth up and down the full length of him. She covered his penis with the warm moisture from her mouth until it was slick and smooth. Over and over again, up and down her mouth moved. She sucked gently on the very crown, running her tongue under the ridge of flesh at the very top. "Oh he feels so incredible in my mouth," Margaret thought as she looked into his eyes. "I love the feel of his penis in my mouth. It is so big and hot. I can feel the throbbing of the veins against my lips. He is magnificent. Oh how I have missed this pleasure of a man's body."

Margaret went on and on until she felt Josh's hands on her head. He began to push her face into his groin. Without taking her hand from his penis, she rose up and continued to look at him.

"Josh," she said gently, "Tell me what you want and I will do everything I can to please you. But your hands, well, it makes it uncomfortable for me," she continued, "Please, just lay back and enjoy. This is one time to keep your hands still. Use your voice to tell me exactly what you want me to do."

Her mouth went down again on his penis. "I hope he understands," Margaret thought. "So many women were uncomfortable or even scared of going down on a man, because so many men tried to direct the pleasure they were receiving by using their hands. That could become very scary to a woman. A man should understand," Margaret believed, "that if provided with very detailed instructions and responses to what he liked and how he was feeling, the woman going down on him would begin to trust him more and try more and more to please him, to provide him with everything that he asked for."

As Margaret continued to enjoy the feel and taste of Josh in her mouth, her hands slid easily up and down the shaft of his penis. She took him as deep as she could into her mouth and rubbed the tip of his penis against the back of her throat. She became aware of his rapid, shallow breathing and sensed that he might be getting close to orgasm. Immediately she backed off with her hand and lessened the pressure with her mouth. She gradually moved her mouth away from his penis and up toward his face. She grazed over the thick patch of curly, dark, pubic hair that surrounded his penis. "We'll have to discuss trimming this," she thought to herself as she made her up way up his flat belly to the small indentation of his belly button. She stopped and stuck her tongue in and around before continuing up to suckle again on his nipples. As she neared his face, she heard him whisper.

"Margaret, that was so incredible. I thought I was going to come in your mouth. I tried so hard to think about other things so that I wouldn't end this pleasure. Your mouth, your tongue, it's more than I ever thought possible. Most girls, well they don't want any part of that. You seem like you really enjoy it."

"I do, Josh. Fellatio is as much a pleasure for me as it is for you. I have always enjoyed it. Another time, we'll concentrate just on that part of pleasure and you will climax intentionally in my mouth, but that's for another time, OK?" 

"Another time, Margaret, yes, another time," he said softy, clearly moved that Margaret was already anticipating another time. "Now, I'd like to pleasure you, but, well, I've never done that to a woman before."

"Oh Josh, I would be honored to be your first. Would you like me to teach you how to pleasure me?"

"Yes, Margaret. I would like that very much."

Margaret lay back on the bed. Josh moved down to kneel between her legs, clearly unsure how to proceed. 

"Josh, move very slowly as first. Take, oh, so much longer that you think you should. Begin with kisses along my tummy and my thighs. Discover the hollows on the inside of my thighs, just where my legs meet my groin. Touch everywhere, except my vulva."

As Margaret talked, Josh began to follow her instructions. He moved slowly and gently at first. He bathed her body in his kisses, remembering to use the whole of his mouth, his lips and his tongue. He found the sweet hollow first with his fingers.

"Here?" he asked.

"Yes, Josh, there."

His mouth moved like a magnet to that special spot and he opened his lips to suck her into his mouth. He heard her moan softly.

"Yes, Josh, that feels wonderful. Take my flesh between your teeth and bite down softly."

He did as she requested.

"Perfect, Josh. That feels perfect."

After several minutes, Margaret said, "Now move to my vulva. First, I want you just to look. Have you ever really looked at a ...no you haven't. Well, Josh, all women are different. Each of us has the same components, but the size, shape and color of each is as different and unique as the woman herself. And while I am pleased to teach you how I like to be pleasured, never assume that all women are the same. She will be ultimately flattered, if you ask her, what she wants, what she likes. Never be afraid to ask. It is an incredible turn-on for a woman to recognize that her lover sees her as unique and special and truly is interested in pleasing her."

"The overall area between a woman's legs is usually called her vulva. It is the collection of the individual parts. Many people call it a vagina. But the vagina is different. It is the hollow space inside a woman's body where a man's penis will enter her. Deep inside her vagina is her cervix. That is the entrance to her uterus. In some positions, with some partners, the tip of a man's penis will actually touch the tip of his partner's cervix during penetration. Again, Josh, all women are different. Some find that sensation uncomfortable, even painful. Some, and I count myself in this category, really enjoy the pressure on that spot. The deeper and harder that you can push inside me, the better I like it."

"Also, on the top wall, about halfway between the entrance to the vagina and the cervix is the famed "G" spot. It's tough to stimulate during penile penetration. It's almost impossible to miss with your fingers. If you stick your fingers inside a woman's vagina, with your palm up and bend your fingertips as if you are motioning someone to come closer, you will be stimulating the "G" spot. There are certain positions that will also achieve this effect. If your partner is one who responds to stimulation of the "G" spot, then I'd suggest investigating all those positions. For me, while I do enjoy it, and like the variety it offers, it's not real high on my list of favorite sexual techniques."

"On the outside of the vagina are three very important parts: the labia, which is a two part fold of skin that marks the entrance to the vagina and the clitoris. The clitoris plays a very important role in a woman's sexual stimulation. A woman's clitoris is like a man's penis. It has all those wonderful nerves in it that you have in the very tip of your penis. It is highly sensitive and must be approached cautiously. Some women are so sensitive that even the slightest touch will be almost painful. Others, and again, this is where I fit in, find the stimulation of their clitoris to be highly stimulating and an easy road to incredible orgasms."

As Margaret talked, Josh explored her vulva with his fingers. He gently stroked each part of her as she talked about it. He memorized the look and feel of her, never wanting to forget this moment. His fingers gently rolled the folds of her labia between them. He slowly inserted his fingers deep into her vagina, trying to feel her cervix. He turned his palm upward as she suggested and tickled her "G" spot. And finally, he discovered her clitoris. As his fingers gently stroked, he watched it grow larger, redder and stiffer, just like his penis. He was amazed. Josh had never known all these wonderful places existed. He wanted to travel and learn about each incredible sweet spot of her body. 

Josh leaned down and now began to bring his mouth to explore all these wonderful spots that Margaret had introduced him to. He remembered what she said about the variety of touches and pressures. He used his mouth, his lips, his tongue, gently and then firmly. The taste of Margaret on his fingers was sweet and wonderful. She seemed to particularly enjoy it when he slid his fingers deep in her vagina and simulated the motion of penile penetration, while at the same time using his mouth to suck deeply on her clitoris.

Margaret gently took Josh's hand away from her vagina. She looked directly into his eyes as she guided his fingers into her mouth and began to suck gently. "I love the taste of me on your fingers," she murmured.

Josh moved up to kiss her deeply, opening his mouth to hers and sharing with her, the sweet taste of her on his lips and tongue. He slid his wet fingers into her mouth and watched as she sucked deeply. 

"I want you now, Josh. I want to feel you inside of me."

Josh moved into the traditional missionary position.

"Josh, lift my bottom slightly off the bed and move your groin really tight against me."

He did as she instructed and watched as she lifted her legs into a deep V, high in the air. Her vulva was wet and swollen and positioned just below his penis.

"Now Josh. I want you now."

From this angle he easily slipped into her waiting vagina. He moved very slowly at first, clearly wanting to savor each and every feeling. He inched his way into the full depth of her until he thought he could feel the tip of her cervix. He stopped for a moment and allowed all the feelings to wash over him. And then his instincts took over and he began to move. He rocked back and forth on his knees as he slid his penis in and out of her; sometimes slowly and gently; sometimes very quickly and with much force. And sometimes, he withdrew completely, only to feel her fingers digging into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him toward her.

Margaret could feel the tingle of her orgasm begin the minute he entered her. The slow and deliberate lesson had prepared her, acting as a very powerful aphrodisiac. She had been anticipating this moment for a long while and was more than ready to give herself up to the throbbing inside of her. She could feel herself shaking from the inside out. The lessons forgotten, Margaret felt herself being overcome with the intensity of a series of orgasms. 

"Oh Josh, harder, deeper! Fill me up with all of you! You feel so good! Don't stop!"

And he didn't. He continued to thrust deeper and harder into her, as waves and waves of orgasms rolled over her. He watched her face, amazed at the wild, uncontrolled passion he saw there. When finally her body stilled beneath him, he stopped and looked down at her.

"Margaret, what a gift to watch you. It seems like you lose yourself completely in the moment. It is so powerful."

"It is you that bring the power to this coupling, Josh. You challenged me and I found myself wanting to meet you thrust for thrust. It was incredible."

As he listened to her words, they both could feel the stirring of his penis, still deep inside of her. Without even being aware of it, Josh realized that Margaret had taught him how to concentrate on the pleasure of his partner first. He began again to move in and out. Her body was even more wet and slippery than before. He moved easily, delighting in the small little moans that came from the back of her throat. She arched her hips to meet his as he pushed deeper inside her. Her fingers grabbed his bottom and pulled him toward her. 

And then, it was his time. Margaret felt the surge of his penis as it grew even bigger; filling even more of her than a moment before. She could feel the quivering begin deep inside his body. She felt the contractions of his muscles as the semen made its way out of his body and into her waiting, warm space. With the last burst, Josh grew still. They each concentrated on the deep and powerful feeling of his penis filling her vagina. Finally, there was the last little contraction that signaled full release. 

He continued to kneel between her legs, his penis still tightly embedded in her vagina. He reached down and gently traced the shape of her mouth with his fingers.

"What an amazing teacher you are Margaret. This experience with you has been more than I ever dreamed possible."

"I know, Josh. I feel the same way. You are an excellent student. This was everything that I anticipated and more."

He gently eased himself from her and fell to the bed beside her. She curled into the side of his body. He felt her shiver and gently maneuvered their bodies from the top of the covers to underneath them. They lay there quietly as their breathing slowly returned to normal. The bright light of the full moon cast a glow around the room. He looked down at her and smiled. She looked so content. Soon, he heard her gentle snoring and realized that she had fallen asleep. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead. She stirred in his arms.

"Josh, will you stay?"

"Yes, Margaret. I'm not going anywhere."

She closed her eyes again and whispered, "Thank you, Josh."

"Oh Margaret, it is I who should be thanking you."



Lessons Ch. 03



(Sorry for the wait everyone! Now, after a long three month hiatus, the next chapter of Lessons is here! I hope you enjoy it, and I've already begun working on chapter 4, where we get a longer, more in-depth look at Ryan's training and submission!)

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"Alright class, I want to thank you all for your wonderful presentations. Remember to study for your final exam next week. Oh, and Ryan, would you mind staying after? I have something I'd like to talk with you about." Professor Aldera smiled to the class, a few of the females snickering at the idea of Ryan having to stay after, assuming he was going to get some slack for his presentation, or perhaps to advise him to drop the class instead of fail the final. Ryan's attention shot up, nodding as his cheeks flushed a bit red.

"Oh, of course Miss-" Ryan cut himself off, thankfully sparing them both the awkwardness of him calling her Mistress in the middle of class. "Er, Professor. No problem." The rest of the class filed out, the various girls giggling and talking amongst themselves. When the last of them filed out, Professor Aldera closed the door and walked over to Ryan with a little smirk.

"You almost slipped up there, my little boy. Would have been most embarrassing for you." She ran a ruby-red polished fingernail along his chin, down against the curve of his neck to the bare flesh there. "I so wish we didn't need to take your collar off when you come to class. I miss the way it looks on you." She whispered quietly to him before sliding back to her desk to mark a few papers. With a point to the side of her desk, Ryan moved, sliding onto his knees beside her where she pointed. "Ryan, we do need to talk, dearest. It's been nearly a month since you came to my home on that night, and I think we both agree that we're both pleased with the arrangement. Am I correct in this?"

"Yes, Mistress. I... I can barely imagine my life before I began to serve you. It's been wonderful." He said with a smile, looking up at her. He'd helped her dress that very morning, his hands tracing up the dark stockings that rested under her hip-hugging skirt, gently resting each of her heavy breasts into the cups of the black lace bra that matched the panties she was wearing. Even this close, he could smell the perfume she had worn. The longer he was around her, the more he became aware of even the smallest things, like the smell of her perfume or the shine of her soft skin.

"Wonderful. It's been so good to have a slave to worship and help me since you've come along. Which is why I feel it is the proper time to ask this." She set down the work that she was doing and turned to him, gently lifting one of her heeled feet to his lips. He closed his eyes and began obediently lapping at the shining black leather. "Ryan, I would like for you to move in with me as a full time live-in slave. You'd still, of course, attend your classes and go home on the proper breaks, but I feel that if we're to continue down the road we're on, we have to be sure we're adjusted to one another at all times, not just during those times where I'm feeling lusty or you're feeling subservient. Do you agree, my little boy?" She pulled her foot, the leather boot now glistening with saliva from his mouth and set it onto the ground.

"M-Move in with you, Mistress?" He stammered a bit. "I, yes, I would love that! I would be honored, Mistress." Ryan's face lit up, the heat from it sliding down into his loins as well, the thought of living and serving his Mistress 24/7 was like a fantasy come true.

"Winter break is coming up in two weeks. I'm going to write a letter to your parents explaining that you're going to be working on a case study for some extra college credits, which you will be doing, just so you know, and that you'll remain on campus with me. I feel this should give us enough time to figure out if you're the right slave for me. Is this acceptable?" She leaned forward a bit, her cool green eyes resting on his, although it was clear his eyes were having trouble focusing on hers, rather than the expansive exposed cleavage of her warm breasts that showed when she bent forward like this. Ryan licked his lips and nodded to her.

"Good boy." She said and ran a slender hand through his hair, turning her chair to face him and spreading her shapely legs. The hand running through his hair suddenly twisted, taking a sharp grasp and pulling him in, pressing his eager lips between her soft thighs, pressing his mouth and nose up against her lace-covered mound. "Lick, boy. Show me how eager you are to serve me at all times." She breathed out huskily. The door to her room was licked and there was no window on the door. They were in total privacy.

Ryan leaned in as his head was shoved into her already damp panties, licking and kissing at the thin, lacy material, almost non-existent thanks to her juices matting it to her flesh. Ryan closed his eyes as his head vanished beneath her skirt, his tongue tasting at the sides of her sweet silky lips, at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, taking in the scent, taste, and feel of her most intimate parts. Her grip on his head remained strong as he began to flick his tongue over the top of her lower lips, pressing through the material against her hard nub. Her hips pressed into his face, her calves crossing as she used her legs to push him in tighter. A month of training had taught him to be able to bring her this much pleasure, even through the material of her panties.

"Ah, good boy... good b-" She was cut off by several sharp knocks at the door. She shoved Ryan's head from between her thighs and stood up, brushing her skirt down and moving forward. "Hide!" She snapped at him before opening the door, Ryan just barely getting under her desk before the department dean stepped inside.

"Ah, Dr. Desmond, good to see you." Professor Aldera moved back to her desk, taking a set and sliding as much as her hiding slave would allow. She pressed the heel of one of her shoes against Ryan's lips, mostly to keep him quiet, just in case. His lips wrapped around the cool plastic stiletto, licking and sucking along it quietly.

"Good to see you as well, Theresa. I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to go over a few things with you, particularly the housing arrangements for one of your students over the break, a Ryan Williams?" Dr. Desmond was a slightly older gentleman in his 50's, with all the qualities of a man of his age, though he often wore his head shaved than admit to balding. "It says here you plan to have him stay with you for work on an extracurricular project as an independent study?"

"Oh, yes. Ryan has offered some new insights into my class, being the first boy to actually take it, and take it seriously. In exchange for a bit more credit, I'm going to go over class plans and projects with him over the break. Get input from an outside perspective, to see if there are topics or angles to projects or such that I've been missing. He'd old enough to chose for himself, but I was going to contact his parents later tonight to confirm it was alright." She slipped the heel out of Ryan's mouth and placed the toes of her other boot to his lips, keeping him busy with worshiping her feet while they talked. His tongue lapped delicately over the top, tasting the smooth dark leather of the top, the tangy metal of the zipper, the rough grit of the underside of the arch, leaving no inch of the leather boot uncleaned.

"And I assume you have a worked out grade scale and proper paperwork arranged for this?" Dr. Desmond asked, raising a brow. He wasn't born just a day ago, and had a few reservations about signing off on having a young man stay with a woman that even the other staff would half-jokingly call the Cougar of their department.

"Oh, yes, of course, Dr. Desmond. Just let me find it here..." He slid back a bit and reached down into one of her desks, moving her foot from Ryan's lips. She pulled out the small binder of papers and held it out to the dean, smiling warmly. She knew the reputation she had amongst the others, as much as they would try to hide it around her, and made sure this plan was sealed tight. The last thing she wanted was herself fired and her slave expelled. It wouldn't do well for either of them. Dr. Desmond took the envelope and looked over all the properly signed forms and plans inside.

"Well then. Everything seems to be in order, Theresa. Forgive me for this formality, but with how happy lawsuits and the media are nowadays, I just wanted to make sure your career or the university's credibility weren't going to be put at risk." He stood, smiling and handing the papers back to her. "I hope that it goes well for both of you. Just remember that he is only one man, and that his insight isn't law." He stood and made his way to the door. "Have a good break."

"You too, Dr. Desmond. And I'll keep that in mind." She waved the dean out of her room as he closed the door once more behind him, letting out a loud sigh of relief. She slid back as Ryan crawled out from under the desk, stretching his arms and legs a bit.

"Wow... that was a close one." He said with a little chuckle, licking his lips, still tasting the aftertastes of her sex and her boots. She nodded and leaned back in her chair, relaxing now that the potential danger was over.

"It was, my little boy. Now," she said, spreading her legs a bit wider and leaning back, "where were we?"



Lessons Ch. 03



 Authors note: If you have read ch 1 and 2 and haven't really gotten into the sudden change in the wives, or in particular one of the wives, then you probably won't enjoy the remaining chapters. On the other hand, those of you that are enjoying the fantasy have probably figured out that the sudden change in the wife was triggered by the exhibitionism turning the switch on. For those of you...enjoy! 




I woke up alone on the bed, the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. I got up and walked to the bathroom, noting that Lisa and Joe were still sound asleep. I slipped quietly into the bathroom and saw my wife, one hand slowly stroking her own pussy and the other holding the shower wand to spray the water against her pussy. I slipped into the open stall shower, sliding my hands around my her soapy body.

"Eeee" She squealed, started at my touch. "Oh, it's you!"

"Uh huh." I answered, kissing her neck.

"Figured I might as well clean up a little." She whispered as I took the soap from her hand and began to gently rub it around her body, cupping each breast and softly washing it. 

"Uh huh." I answered as I stroked my hands up and down her body, finally reaching her pussy and stroking her soft skin, noting a slight amount of stubble. "I think you need a new shave job."

"I was thinking the same thing." She said, rubbing her ass against my quickly hardening cock. "Know anyone who wants the job?"

"I dunno, Joe might be willing again." I said jokingly, getting a gentle slap on one arm from my wife. "Yeah, I'd love to shave you."

"You know, I kind of like how it feels." She said, sliding her hand down with mine and stroking her own pussy at the same time as my fingers were stroking her. "Let me get you washed and then you can shave me and we'll go take a swim. I bet there's a lot of hot women just waiting to play with this monster." She teased, reaching between us to stroke her hand up and down my now hard shaft.

I let her turn in my arms and she took the soap back, gently washing my whole body, and stroking my cock for several minutes before pulling me back under the water. She turned off the water and walked over, still dripping, to the counter and climbed on it, lifting her legs in the air and spreading them for me. "Any time lover." She said with a grin.

I knelt between her legs and let her rest her feet on my shoulders while I gently soaped and razored her mound and pussy, giving it a long slow lick up between her lips before I declared her done. "How come when you did Lisa you stuck fingers in her and with me all you did was give me a lick?"

"Oh you want more?" I asked, slipping a finger deep into her pussy and tipping my head down to lick her exposed clit. 

"Uh huh. That's exactly what I want." She cooed as I stroked my finger in and out of her pussy, my tongue teasing her clit. "Ohhh sweetie. I want to come but I also want you to stop." She panted after several minutes of attention.

"Why is that?"

"I want you to make me cum down in the pool." She answered.

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. I want you to take me into the water and put your cock in me from behind and then finger me until I come around your hard cock."

"Okay." I said with a shrug.

"Don't cum in me though. I wouldn't want to ruin how that hard cock looks in that tiny little suit."

"Well, someone else may decide to finish the job then." I said as I helped her off the counter.

"I know. Actually I've never seen you come from anything other than under you or on top of you. I'd kind of like to see it from a different side, if you know what I mean."

"Sure. If that's what you want." I said, not quite sure what had gotten into her, but not about to complain for the moment. We quickly finished drying off, and put on our suits. My wife walked out of the room wearing nothing but the absolutely tiny yellow bikini, the thong bottom completely exposing her round full ass. I followed her giggling butt to the elevator and then stepped in with her, feeling a bit conspicuous with my mostly hard cock showing through the thin suit. 

When we reached the pool I didn't need to worry about being conspicuous. Most of the people around the pool deck, and even in the water, were wearing things that were skimpy at best. One rather good looking young lady had on what amounted to two strips of cloth running from her pussy up over her shoulders, the inch or so wide material not even covering the width of her areola. 

"Come on." my wife said, leading me right to the stairs and down into the water. She waded down until the water was up to her waist and then pulled me to the wall, the sun shining down on us warmly as she turned my back to the wall. Her hands quickly pushed my suit bottom down to my thighs, her hand closing around my mostly hard cock and slowly stroking it under the water. She pressed her body to mine, squeezing her tits against my chest and lifting herself to match my height, her mouth reaching for mine as she pressed her hot lips to mine. 

She'd never been a particularly aggressive kisser. More of a pecker than a smoocher, but the kiss she was giving me was anything but a peck. I felt her lips wetly press to mine and her tongue force its way into my mouth, flicking around mine as my hands stroked up and down her sides, sliding from the strings of the tiny bikini top to the string of her thong bottom.

"Fuck me now." She whispered urgently as she broke the kiss. She turned herself around and backed her bare ass up against my cock and began slowly stroking her ass up and down against it.

I lowered myself down in the water until my cock slipped between her legs and let her reach down to my bare shaft and guide it to her pussy, now uncovered as she pulled the cloth of her thong aside.

"Ohhhhhh yesssss." My wife hissed quietly as she slowly worked her hips to inch me inside her. She continued to wiggle her hips and ass until her cheeks were against my hips and my cock was completely inside her. As much as I wanted to stroke in and out of her, I followed her desire and allowed her to wiggle herself as much or as little as she wanted while I reached around and stroked her clit with one finger.

"Ohhhh fuck yes." She moaned softly as I let one hand slide the triangle of material off one tit so I could squeeze and play with it. "Ohhhhh yeah. God, lover, you're going to make me come sooooo soon."

"That's what you want isn't it? For me to make you cum right in front of everyone here?"

"Uh huh." She moaned as I pulled the material off her other breast so that the guys sitting around staring at us knowingly could enjoy the full view. 

"Ohhh Mmmmmmm, damn." She squeaked as I pulled and twisted one nipple, humping my hips slightly to stroke in and out of her only a few of my eight and a half inches. "ohhhhhhh god, here it comes!" she squealed softly, her whole body trembling and suddenly jerking spasmodically several times. I heard a long low growl slip from her lips as her legs continued to tremble and shake under the water.

"Ohhhhh fuck." She breathed heavily as her trembling subsided. She made no attempt to move my hand from her now bare breast, or to cover her other exposed one, choosing instead to just lean back and enjoy the feeling of my hard cock inside her. "I think someone is watching us." She whispered after a few minutes.

"I think a lot of someone's are watching."

"I see someone in particular." She whispered. "Your little friend from this morning at breakfast." I looked around and didn't see her at first, until my wife pointed me toward the far corner of the pool. There, hanging on the wall with the water lapping around her neck was the little redhead from the restaurant. 

I was still looking over at her as she pushed off the wall and swam toward us, doing a simple breast stroke to keep her head above water. I was kind of surprised that she would come over right now, knowing we were just having sex. It was only when she slowed down and my wife motioned to her that I realized my wife invited her.

"Hi. I'm Joan." The little redhead said as she stopped swimming and put her feet on the pool bottom and stood up, the water cascading down her body and off the red fishnet bikini she was wearing. Her well formed C cup breasts were contained in, but not hidden by, the red fishnet material, her wide fat nipples puffed out prominently. I noticed that her cute freckles seemed to run all the way down her body from her nose on down until they disappeared below the water line just above her waist. 

"Hello Joan. This is my husband Mike. I saw this morning that you two seemed to hit it off a bit. I want to go lay in the sun a while, would you mind keeping him company?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to!" Joan answered with a grin. 

"Thank you!" My wife said sweetly as she pulled off my hard cock and turned around to face me. She rested her bare tits against my chest and kissed me hotly before leaning her face to mine and whispering in my ear. "Have fun sweetie. I'll be watching." With that she pushed away and waded to the stairs and out of the pool fixing her top back into place as she walked away.

"So, Mike, did you have a good morning?"

"Uh, yeah." I answered trying to get my head back to where I was and not watching my mostly naked wife winding her way through the people milling around the pool deck.

Joan stepped closer and brazenly reached out for my cock and closed her hand around my hard shaft. "Looks like your wife left you half done. Too bad."

"Yeah, not quite sure what she was thinking."

"Maybe she was thinking that you'd want to play with someone else a little bit." She answered brightly. 

"Maybe. Nice suit by the way." I said, noting that her bright pink areola and fat puffy nipples showed nicely through the suit.

"Thanks! And you've only seen half of it. Would you like to see the other half?"

"Sure." I said as she stepped closer to me. She wormed her way between me and the wall, using my cock to turn me around to face the wall and making sure to rub her tits against my chest.

"Give me a boost?" She asked, holding her hands on the edge of the pool as if to lift herself up. I stepped in and slid my hands around her waist and lifted her up, depositing her ass on the edge of the pool. 

Her suit bottom matched the suit top, red fishnet. It also did little to hide her bright pink inner lips that were protruding from her fat outer ones. It also showed her auburn curls, neatly trimmed into a cute little heart. Her freckles that I had admired adorning her creamy white skin continued right on down practically to her pussy. 

"Like what you see?" She asked sweetly.

"I do, a lot." I answered, enjoying the view before me as I surveyed her from her pussy, as she spread her legs apart, all the way up to her perky breasts. 

"How would you like to go someplace and play? I'd like to feel your tongue on my pussy before I ride that fat monster cock of yours." 

"I'd love too, but my wife and I made a deal that we'd stay where we could see each other."

"Well," She said, shifting her weight to free one hand and reach down to her hip." It's frowned on to have open sex in any of the public areas, but given the state of dress of most of the ladies around here," she continued as she tugged first one little bow on her suit strings, " I doubt that anyone would be too offended at the sight of a naked woman getting her pussy eaten out." She finished as she reached across and tugged the other bow open, pushing her mesh bikini material down between her legs to fully expose her pussy. "So help yourself."

I stood at the edge of the pool, her pussy staring at me wetly, and leaned over to lower my head between her legs. "Ohhhhhhh yes. I wanted you to do this this morning!" She cooed as I licked my tongue up her wet lips, tasting more of the chlorine of the pool than her juices. She swung her legs over my shoulders and rested her feet on my back, trapping my face between her thighs. I licked a second time, pushing my tongue between her lips and tasting her tangy wetness as I worked it up the length of her slit, seeking her clit.

"Uh! Yeah." She grunted as I flicked my tongue across her hard nub at the end of my stroke. I reached my arms around her thighs and used my fingers to spread her lips, allowing me to dig my tongue deeper into her. I licked slowly up her slit over and over again, my tongue working from the entrance to her tunnel, up her slit to her hard clit where I flicked it over and over again with the tip of my tongue. "Ohh god damn you're good with that thing! How good are you with that cock?" She moaned loudly.

"You wanna see?" I asked, pulling my face from her pussy.

"Uh huh."

"Well, then why don't we just lose a little more of this suit," I said, leaning down and kissing her stomach as I slid a hand from around her thigh to her back, tugging the knot holding the mesh triangles in place. I pulled the knot around her neck next and then tugged the material away, leaving her completely nude in front of me. I kissed my way up her body as I used my hands to scoot her ass closer to the edge of the pool, sucking one of her puffy nipples into my mouth as soon as it came into range.

"Mmmmmmmm, that feels nice too," she cooed as I sucked and teased her fat nipple in my mouth. "But I want that cock!"

"Ask and you shall receive!" I said brightly, after allowing her tit to slip from my mouth with a loud slurp. I lifted her off the edge of the pool, allowing her to wrap her legs around my back and her arms around my neck as I held her in place with both hands holding her firm round ass up. I slowly let her slide down my body, her ass and pussy disappearing into the water only inches before my engorged mushroom head was pressing against her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh lord." She moaned into my ear, her arms hugging my neck tightly and her body shuddering slightly as my fat head pushed into her tunnel. I could feel the cool of the pool being replaced by her hot tunnel as she wiggled her hips, working me inch by inch deeper into her hot cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck yes." She moaned as my head nestled against the end of her tunnel, pressing against her cervix deep inside her.

I used the wall and my hands to hold her in place as I started to slowly stroke my fat shaft in and out of her, little whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips near my ear as my sliding head teased her slowly up the slope of climax. My wife had done a wonderful job of getting me turned on, and the tight pussy wrapped around my shaft was quickly going to finish what she had started. 

"I'm going to come soon." I whispered as I continued the long slow strokes my body making subtle little waves that rolled across the pool. There couldn't be any doubt though as to what we were doing, and given the moans that were escaping Joan's lips I had attracted the attention of several ladies.

"Uh huh." She grunted as I looked around the pool deck, trying to distract my mind from the sensations that were threatening to trigger the imminent explosion inside her. 

I thought I was doing pretty good, until Lisa walked in with Joe. She had on a very light weight pink bikini that was practically see though. As I watched she walked to the stairs and stepped down into the water to her thighs, dunked herself down in the water and then stood up again. As the water soaked into the material what little the material had been hiding seemed to appear, the material becoming so completely translucent that I could easily make out all of her most private parts. Her action drew several whistles of appreciation.

I looked over to where my wife was sitting in the sun to see if she was watching, and found her occupied by a younger man, who was busy sucking one of her now bare tits as she lay in only the thong bottom of her suit. She saw me looking and smiled back before giving me a wink and blowing me a little kiss.

"You know, you might just start a trend here." A voice said from the deck above me. I looked up and practically into the crotch of a mid-thirtyish woman with chocolate colored skin and a lace thong bikini that left NOTHING to the imagination, although if she thought that the tiny triangles of lacy material would actually hold those huge black tits in place she was imagining things. 

"How's that?" I grunted, trying to keep my slow strokes going into Joan as the young woman squatted down in front of me, her knees splayed wide so that her mesh covered pussy was practically fully on display for me.

"I saw how you were eating her out. Would you care to try that on me when you get done with her?" She asked, pulling the strings on the bikini bottom and tugging it off. "Just think about how my hot wet pussy will taste when you stick your tongue deep into me." She said huskily, slowly pushing two fingers into her pussy. "How about right now? Joanie won't mind if I hijack her stud muffin, will she?" the woman asked, with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh fuck Darelene!" Joan panted. "Let him finish...fucking...me...first!" 

"Oh now what fun would that be?" She asked as she stroked her fingers in and out of her pussy in front of me, inching herself closer to the edge of the pool until I could smell her arousal.

"OH fuck." I grunted as the smell and sight of her fingering her pussy, along with the sensations of Joan's pussy around my cock sent me over the top. My body jerked and shoved my cock deep into Joan, lifting her higher in the water and nearly smacking her head into the pussy of the black girl.

"FUCK YES!" Joan growled quietly as my cock surged cum deep into her, my body jerking over and over as I put more of my cum into her. 

"Sorry, I came too soon." I panted as I regained control of my body.

"Too soon?" Joan asked curiously. "Why too soon?"

"I didn't give you a chance to climax."

"The hell you didn't. I've been in the middle of one long climax since you stuffed that fat fuck pole into me!" She said with a giggle, slowly unwrapping her legs from me and letting me set her down into the water, my softening cock slipping out of her. "If you hadn't come pretty soon I was going to have to ask you to stop. I don't think I could have taken it much longer."

"Yeah, that's Joanie. Never was a screamer...just rode you for hours and hours coming and coming and coming." Darlene said from the deck as she sat down on the edge of the pool one leg on either side of the two of us. 

"I wouldn't have known. That was one long orgasm then."

"Oh it wasn't all one...just lots and lots of them stacked back to back. One would just start going away and then another would suddenly hit me. Only a really fat head can do that to me."

"And a good tongue job to start with." Darlene added with a laugh.

"Well, I think I need a break." I said, twisting to take a look at my wife, who was, much to my surprise, laying on her side with the young guy that had been sucking her tits sliding his cock in and out of her pussy as he lay on the lounge chair behind her.

"I see you keep looking over there. Is that your wife?" Darlene asked.

"Yeah." I said a bit distracted, my mind grappling with the look on her face as the younger guy's cock slid in and out of her pussy from behind.

"Looks like she's having fun." Darlene said.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Let me guess. First time?"

"Yeah." I answered, turning away from the sight of my wife. I wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it, but part of me wasn't happy.

"It's not for everyone. But if you get into it...well it can be a lot of fun. My husband had a bit of trouble with it at first, but once we decided that what happens at one of these stays here, it got a lot easier. Now I get to sample all kinds of cocks and he gets to taste and fuck all kinds of women, but when we go home...it's just us. This is like going on vacation but when vacation is over home is still there."




Lessons Ch. 03



"I suppose so." I said, still distracted as I turned to look back at my wife again, laying in the sun with another guy fucking her. I didn't so much mind the guy in the shoe store fingering her, but this seemed different. I wonder if this was how she felt watching me screwing Joan.

"Ok stud. You're going to let this eat you up if you don't get your mind back on the fun parts." Darleen said. "Hey Joanie, why don't we take him over that way," she said pointing to the far side of the pool mostly out of sight of where my wife was, "and see if we can get his cock hard again?"

"I'm game!" Joan said, with a grin, reaching under the water to grab my flaccid cock. "Come on Mike, let's see what we can do with this. I bet Darlene would love to give it a little ride."

"From the look on your face when you were, I'd more than love to girl!" Darlene said, picking up her bottoms and Joan's red mesh suit and slipping into the pool water next to us. 

I pulled my suit bottoms up far enough that I could walk and let Joan lead me by the cock out of the pool, past my wife, who was moaning quietly and didn't even see me come by, and around to the far side of the pool where a few people had rearranged the potted plants around half a dozen chaise longues. 

"Now you just lay back and let us do the work here stud." Darlene said, pushing me down on one of the chairs. She tugged off her top, leaving her nude while Joan worked the speedo down my legs, tossing it aside with a wet plop. 

Darlene swung a leg over the chair I was lying in and crawled onto the soft pad, slowly backing herself up toward my head until my flaccid cock was in her face and her wet pussy was inches from my face.

"Oh yessss." Darlene said as she lowered her pussy the last few inches to my face and felt my tongue reach out and slide along her wet lips. "Might be his first time here, but it's definitely not the first time he's licked a pussy!"

"Oh not even. He's damn good at it!" Joan said with a grin, as she sat on the edge of the lounge chair, gently stroking my leg.

"I can tell." Darlene gasped as I found her hard clit and sucked it into my mouth, squeezing it between my lips. "Oh damn. It's not often that my pussy is being licked.....oh shit.....so good that I can't.....oh damn, even suck his cock!" She finished with a squeak. 

"Let me help then." Joan said, sliding off the chair to her knees and leaning her face in next to Darlene's, my softened cock suddenly engulfed by her hot mouth.

"Oh lord." Darlene moaned as I dug my tongue deep into her pussy, stroking up her slit until it finally popped out just fractions of an inch from her puckered little ass. 

I'd seen it done a lot of times in porn films, but I'd never tried it myself. I let my tongue reach the end of her slit, push deep into her tight tunnel and then slide out from between her lips and across her puckered hole as her mouth replaced Joan's around my hardening cock.

"OHHHHHH Fuck!" Darlene moaned loudly, muffled my cock in her mouth as she gave a surprised jerk. "Damn, warn a girl!" she called back at me over her shoulder with a girlish giggle.

"You don't like surprises?" I asked her between licks.

"Oh yeah. I like when they feel like that!" She teased back as Joan stepped around to my head and straddled the chair, her wet pussy hovering over my face as she leaned her thighs against Darlene's bare ass.

"Here's a little choice for you. Lick a pussy, any pussy!" She quipped with a laugh.

"You trying to steal away my tongue?" Darlene asked over her shoulder. "We'll see about that!"

I felt the sensations around my cock change, her hot wet mouth replaced by a soft wrap around feeling. Darlene moved herself slightly rocking her pussy toward and away from my face as the soft confines enclosing my cock started stroking my finally hard shaft.

"Ohhhhhhh nice." I groaned softly as I watched the two pussies over my face rock back and forth, Joan keeping her hips pressed to Darlene's soft ass. "God that feels good." I groaned again as the sensations coaxed me to stroke back in time with her motions, her pussy soon sliding all the way back until her clit was pressing against my chin before she moved forward again. "Ohhhhh." was all I could say to the feeling of my cock sliding in and out between her huge tits.

I lost track of how long we had been like that, Joan standing over me, Darleen on top of me, their pussies moving into and out of range of my tongue and my cock sliding in and out between her tits. Each stroke back allowed me to lick one or the other of their pussies, both of them wet and clearly aroused by the three way stimulation.

"You ready to put this big fat hard cock into mama's hot tight little cunt?" Darlene asked over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah." I groaned in response.

Without further prompting Darlene pulled off of me, gently pushing Joan back away as she turned around and lay down next to me on the lounge. "Roll over here and feed that wonderful cock into my hot little hole." Darlene coaxed, lifting one leg in the air to let me have access to her pussy from behind. I rolled onto my side, wrapping one arm around her and cupping one of her huge tits with my hand while her hands grasped my shaft between her legs and guided it to her pussy. 

"I like doing it this way for a loooonnnngggg slow ride." She cooed, as she rubbed my head between her lips and then pushed it into her tunnel. She spent several long seconds wiggling herself down my shaft, her surprisingly tight pussy gripping me as more and more of me penetrated her. With a contented sigh she dropped her leg, trapping me inside her as we lay spooned together on the chair.

"Now just fuck me and enjoy yourself. No rush, no fuss." She said quietly.

"Uh huh." I answered, my hips already starting to stroke in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. "Oh damn." I groaned as I stroked in and out of her, my hips bumping against her bare ass over and over again. I was just starting to wonder what happened to Joan when she stepped back into view, squatting down in front of Darlene. I couldn't exactly see, but I could tell from her movements that she had pulled Darlene's hand from my hip to her pussy, letting Darlene finger her while I stroked my cock in and out of Darlene's hot cunt.

"Oh girl you are so bad." Darlene cooed to Joan. "This sexy man fucking me from behind and you wanting me to finger your sweet little pussy? Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm. Naughty girl!"

"Nope. Naughty would be making you lick my little pussy while he fucks you with that big cock!"

"Oh that would be sooooo naughty. What do you think stud muffin? Wanna see her push that sweet white pussy in my face while you make me come on your big hard cock?"

"Oh damn." was all I could respond. What guy wouldn't want to watch one hot woman licking another's pussy, especially if her tits were in his hand and his cock was buried in her?

Joan got up and half leaned over the chair, facing our feet, and swung her leg over us, drawing her hips down and putting her pussy in Darlene's face.

"That's it girl. Mmmmmm yummy!" Darlene said as she licked her pink tongue up between Joan's pussy lips.

"Looks like this isn't your first taste of pussy either." I said quietly.

"Oh no. She LOVES to be licked and to lick!" Joan moaned softly. "And she's really good at it too. Not that you're not good, but she's had lots of...ohhhhhhh shit, practice." 

"Careful telling on me or I might have to make it so you can't talk!" Darlene said.

"And how are you going to do that with your pussy full of cock?" Joan teased back.

"Like this!" Darlene said, sliding a finger onto Joan's exposed clit and rubbing it back and forth.

"That won't keep me quiet."

"Of course not, but this will." Darlene said, sticking her tongue as deep into Joan as she could and then frantically rubbing her finger back and forth across her exposed clit.

"OHHHHHHH SHIT!" Joan squealed as Darlene frigged her clit with her finger, her tongue driving in and out of her pussy and the entrance to her tunnel. "OH GOD! No faaaiiiirrrrr!" 

"That's it baby. Cum all over me. Squirt your cum allll over my big fat tits and face."

"Oh damn." I grunted, watching Joan's pussy being attached inches from my own face, my hips pushing harder into Darlene until the rhythmic slapping was obviously audible to anyone close to us, not that Joan's verbalizations weren't obvious enough.

"SHIT I'm GOING TO CUM!" Joan squealed as her whole body trembled and suddenly jerked, spewing a huge gush of wetness out over Darlene's face and chest, much of it splattering to the ground but some hitting me as well.

When Joan's second gush of juices hit Darlene my own climax decided it was time to make its appearance. With a sudden jerk my body spasmed, slamming my cock hard into Darlene's pussy, jamming my head hard against her cervix as it gushed a shot of hot cum out into her, filling the space between my shaft and her pussy walls.

"OHHHHH FUCK!" Darlene suddenly cried in surprise at the sensations of my cum lancing up into her. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She cried over and over again as her own body jerked in time with my pulsing cock. Our surprising three way orgasm was short lived, but intense, the three of us dissolving into laughter as Joan moved from over our faces and dropped heavily onto the seat at our feet.

"Well, that was unexpected." Darlene said with a grin, half rolling over beside me so she could see my face. "Didn't think you were going to come that fast.

"Neither did I, but then I wasn't expecting to see something like that."

"Yeah, Joan always has been a good squirter."

"Is that what that was?" First time I ever saw that in person."

"Then this has been a day of firsts for you, hasn't it?"

"Pretty much." I said feeling suddenly exhausted.

"Well, I need to go rinse off and cool down. Wanna come?"

"Thanks, but if you don't mind, I'm just going to lay here a few minutes." I said, as Darlene extracted herself from me, a gush of our combined cum leaking down her legs as she stood up.

I rolled over on my back and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I was tempted to go look for my wife, but suddenly wasn't sure I wanted to see some other guy banging her like I had just done to Darlene.



Lessons Ch. 04



In Praise of Older Women.

When you are nineteen anyone over 35 or so gets lumped into the "old" category of people. I had overestimated my landlady's age by quite a bit when I first moved into my boarding house. I had guessed Mrs. Grant to be in her early to mid fifties but soon learned that she was just forty-five. 

I had made myself useful around the house shortly after moving in, which she appreciated. I shared a few jokes with her and she shared some gossip with me. She seemed to like touching my shoulder or arm and did not shy away when I briefly placed a hand on her shoulder. I liked her but our relationship had been mostly landlady/tenant until my best friend Laura invited her to watch as I ate her pussy. 

At breakfast the following morning I learned more about Mrs. Grant than I had in the previous three months. She had been widowed at thirty-five and never had children. She bought the rooming house because she had lived there herself while a college student. The then landlady had seduced her and Mrs. Grant had considered herself bisexual since.

She had not had sex with a man since her husband died. I think she thought of it as cheating. She made Laura blush when she proclaimed her "the best ever."

During breakfast I took time to study her more closely. My mind had her categorized as "landlady" and was quickly switching to "woman." The first thing that I noted was that Mrs. Grant had never been anything but beautiful. She had pale white skin and large blue eyes. Her hair was cut short and had that streaked blonde look.

As she moved around her breakfast room her robe would part enough for me to get a glimpse at most of her body. 

Her tits had the heavy, mature look of a woman, C cups at least with plenty of firmness. Her ass and hips had the roundness and fullness that invited caressing. A very curvy woman indeed, about five four, one hundred twenty.

We were finishing our second cup of coffee in Mrs. Grant's sitting area when our relationship shifted again, thanks to Laura, again. 

I was sitting on a high back chair, Laura and Mrs. Grant were sitting on a sofa. I pleasant conversation about nothing in particular veered sharply off course when Laura took one of Mrs. Grants hands and brought it to her own pussy. Laura's hand then brought out one of Mrs. Grant's tits and began to tease a nipple.

Before I finished my coffee Laura had Mrs. Grant flat on her back on the couch and was devouring her pussy. I decided to give them some privacy but before leaving I kissed Laura on her shoulder. 

She lifted her head out of Mrs. Grant's cunt so I could kiss her pussy juice covered lips, (very tasty). Then, without thinking, I gave each of Mrs. Grant's tits a quick kiss and gave her lips a not so quick kiss. Mrs. Grant was moaning loudly as I left.

Over the next few weeks I found my hands straying over Mrs. Grants ass. I was thrilled when she accepted the caresses and even more so when I noted that she often placed herself in position to receive them. She was most definitely an exhibitionist and around me she seemed to have constant "wardrobe malfunctions." She would at times allow my hands to caress an exposed tit, gently pinch an errant nipple.

We kissed often.

Laura became a regular visitor to the house. Some nights she spent with me, some with Mrs. Grant. At least one night she spent in the room of Aoki, a Japanese student at the nearby college. Soon, however, Laura's time was dedicate to her new love Lacey. I am sure all of her erstwhile lovers missed her, I know Mrs. Grant did.

About three weeks after feasting on Laura's pussy in the presence of Mrs. Grant I got orders for a temporary duty assignment overseas. I needed to talk to Mrs. Grant about it so I went up the stairs to her living area. 

When I got to the top of the stairs I saw that Mrs. Grant had just come out of the shower. She had her hair wrapped in a towel and her robe was unfastened. I offered to come back later but she stopped me and told me to get myself a beer from the refrigerator and wait while she dried her hair. 

I sat on the sofa and sipped my beer as I watched her blow dry her hair in her bathroom. She never made a move to close the door or her robe.

My dick got hard but did not expect any action. We remembered Mrs. Grant had not fucked a man since her husband died.

Soon her hair was dry enough for her and she joined me in the sitting room. She sat in the high back chair directly across from me and allowed me to stare at her exposed tits and pussy. 

An exhibitionist indeed.

After a bit of stammering I managed to tell her what the next six weeks would be like for me and she seemed genuinely concerned for my safety.

I assured her I would be safer than she would be with Laura in the house.

I told her I had offered Laura my room for the duration and she had indicated she would use it. Laura still lived in the women's barracks. 

Mrs. Grant then asked me how Laura's love life was going and seemed disappointed to hear that Laura had found her mate in Lacey. What she actually said, however, was that she was so happy for her. 

I pointed out to Mrs. Grant that the best place for Laura and Lacey to get together was going to be my room and I was positive she would soon be invited to join them in play.

She perked up and smiled and seemed to be considering the possibilities as she told me what a wonderful person and lover Laura was. 

While she talked one of Mrs. Grants hands strayed to her pussy and began caressing her cunt lips.

I saw an opportunity to be useful and placed myself on my knees directly in front of her. I kissed my way up one thigh, gave her pussy a gentle kiss, then kissed my way down the opposite thigh. I kept repeating the process while making the trips down the thighs shorter and lingering longer on the pussy kisses.

She never made a move stop me but at first I sensed a small degree of apprehension. I reminded myself that I was probably the first man to worship her pussy since her husband died.

By my third trip up and down her thighs she had relaxed. By the time I was making out with her pussy she was moaning. She scooted her butt almost completely off the chair in an effort to make harder contact with my mouth. I kept my actions soft and tender.

With her ass mostly in midair I decided to expand my ministrations. I bent lower and with my tongue traced a line from the crack of her ass, to her puckered hole, to her pussy, to her clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue into her ass. I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy. I sucked her clit into my lips. Everything I did produced loud moans and nearly uncontrolled squirming. Soon she was cumming almost continuously.

I kept it up until my jaw and neck started to get sore so I finished by inserting one finger deep up her ass while a thumb went into her pussy as I sucked hard on her clit.

The last of her cums made her lose complete control of her body. By the time her spasms ended she was on the floor on top of me. I could not tell if she was sobbing or just trying to catch her breath. I lifted her off the floor and laid her on the sofa. 

It briefly occurred to me that had I wanted I could have fucked her then. 

I was sure she would not have stopped me. However, if I was going to ever fuck her it had to be her decision alone. Her first dick after her late husband's had to be on someone special to her. I did not want my first fuck to be a one sided affair.

I got a small blanket from her bedroom and covered her nearly nude body. I kissed her gently as she recovered. She gave out a contented sigh and kissed me hard. 

I told her she was magnificent, that I could understand why Laura loved to make love to her. 

She blushed.

I said good night and went to my room to jack off.

During the next few days when presented with the opportunity by Mrs. Grant I would try to inhale an exposed tit, I would plunge a finger into an exposed pussy. She made both treats easy for me.

The night before my deployment I lost my virginity to an unexpected source.

When I returned six weeks later I was very experienced sexually. I had also been subjected to my first fake orgasm. I was amazed by how badly that made me feel. I felt very inadequate. 

The lesson learned was that no matter how good my intentions are sometimes it just does not happen. That lesson slowed down my headlong rush into fucks.

Each night the guys in my squadron had the use of an international phone line for free. We had a four hour stretch with fifteen minute limits on each call. Some nights I could get in two calls, some nights I could not get a slot. I managed to call about four times a week. My first call was to my mom and sis, the second to Laura or Mrs. Grant. 

During one of my calls to Mrs. Grant she somehow sensed a problem with me and managed to get me to relate the fake orgasm story. She assured me I was overreacting but I had to relinquish the phone before she had a chance to convince me.

When I returned to the States Mrs. Grant showered me with kisses as soon as she saw me walk into the house. 

I had just gone through two ten hour flights with a ten hour wait in between. I was very tired but I was glad to be "home" and very glad to be on the receiving end of her kisses.

I found that my room had been completely redone. New paint, new and bigger bed. Mrs. Grant described all of the improvements in my room with pride. She gave me a room key. She said each room had a new lock. She had applied to the college to be listed as recommended housing and they had a list of conditions that had to be met. Locks had been the first on the list. 

"Not that it matters much," she said. "No one seems to ever get around to locking their door."

As I unpacked I asked for an update on my house mates.

Mrs. Grant said "your buddy Dave moved out. He found a girl and is going to get married. His address and phone number are tacked to your brand new bulletin board. The two girls across from you moved out too. One graduated and one flunked out. There are two new girls in those rooms.

Aoki is still here but she moved into the room next to you, David's old room. Cindy is still here and there is another new girl called Olga. She is a very pretty black girl studying music. 

I had just opened the closet and I immediately noticed a bank of shelves that had not been there before. I made a positive comment on that discovery but noted that she was waiting for me to see something else. That is when I noticed the door to the side of the closet. I reached to open it but it was locked. 

She said "It goes to the next room. All the rooms are connected that way so by definition I now have suites. If you and Aoki want to keep your hanky-panky a secret all you have to do is agree to unlock both sides. Of course I would need to hear every detail anyway. Now come out here and look out your window."

My room had a window with no view. Outside there was about six feet of space before a brick wall. I normally kept the blinds closed.

Now, however, there was no window. In its place there was a door. I opened the door and I was floored to find a small bathroom, shower and all.

I was speechless. 

Mrs. Grant said "all yours. In case you did not notice you are the only man in the house. I remodeled and expanded the big bathroom for the girls. Do you like it?"

I was still speechless so I just gave her my best, softest, most loving kiss. As I hugged her to me I yawned.

"Oh baby I'm sorry. I forgot you have been traveling for nearly two days. Take a shower and go to bed."

I thought that was sensible advice and proceeded to do just that. I undressed completely as she gathered my bags to put in the storage room. I did not bother to close the bathroom door as I stepped into the shower. Mrs. Grant handed me soap and shampoo I had not noticed I needed. I managed to stay awake long enough to shave for the first time in two days.

When I stepped out of he shower she was there with a large towel and helped me dry my body. I was still naked when she steered me to the bed and covered me after I got in it. She caressed my face. The last thing I remembered as I fell asleep was her lips on mine.

I was slowly returning to the world about six hours later. I needed to pee. I was in the process of looking for something to wear so I could go out to the bathroom when I remembered I had my own. After a long and very satisfying piss I crawled back into bed. 

Just as I was about to doze off a loud squeal pierced the air in the hallway. Almost immediately my door flew open and a missile came flying through the air towards me. I identified the object as Laura just as she landed on me and began to shower me with kisses and tears. She was fiercely holding on to me.

I saw Lacey come in and I accepted a very nice kiss from her. She went out of the room closing the door behind her.

Laura did not seem to be able to control her tears. I held her tightly.

Slowly Laura regained her composure. A couple of desperate, frantic kisses later she left the room while saying "you have some big time explaining to do mister."

I loved that woman and I knew she still loved me. I knew she was "in love" with Lacey but was very happy to see I was still deeply imbedded in her heart.

I also knew she had heard of "the incident."

I stayed in bed for a while and about the time I decided I was hungry Mrs. Grant came in with chicken soup, a sandwich, and a beer. She placed them on a tray table next to the bed and told me to sit up and eat.

I devoured the food while she sat next to me on the bed. I was still naked and had not made an effort to cover myself as I ate. 

After the food was gone and I was sipping my beer Mrs. Grant's hand found my dick and began caressing it. By the time I finished my beer I was fully hard. Mrs. Grant stood and moved the tray away then took off her t-shirt and shorts. She had not worn underwear so she was now naked.

Pushing me onto my back she straddled my body and lowered her pussy to my dick. Penetration occurred in super slow motion. We were both breathing hard by the time she hit bottom. I was surprised to see my hands were already covering her tits. She leaned to me and we shared a long passionate kiss. I groaned as her pussy started to squeeze my dick.

I had fucked often while in Asia but not at all the last ten days. 

I had also fucked a lot of pussy's whose owners did not mean anything to me.

That was nowhere near true now. I was not going to last long.

I tried to hurry Mrs. Grant into a fuck but she shushed me still. 

She said, "I know how you are, but this one is for you. Enjoy it because I want you to enjoy it. You can pay me back later."

Her lips returned to mine and her cunt walls resumed milking my dick. I lasted a lot longer than I thought possible. I stayed on the cusp of cumming forever before I at last erupted with one of the most intense cums of my life. Aftershocks followed with near the intensity of the cum. I was limp.

Mrs. Grant slid to my side and cupped my face in her hands. She said "Look at me. Do you see disappointment? Irritation?? Regret?"

"No" I said.

"Did you regret eating my pussy before you left? Did you feel let down because we did not fuck that night?"

"No, I loved eating your pussy. I wanted to give you pleasure. Fucking you was not necessary."

"What if I had stopped you before I came?" 

"I would have been disappointed but respected your wishes. I would have been curious as to why but would not have asked. I would not have tried again."

"Why not?"

"I don't go where I am not wanted."

"That is why the fake orgasms bother you so much. You think you misread the signs and imposed yourself on someone. 

I know you well enough to say that is never going to be a problem. 

If you are with a woman it will be because you were invited. Probably invited repeatedly and with no subtlety. You are so slow to pick up on that. I bet you do not know how much Aoki lusts after you. And Cindy too but don't bother with her. She would fuck a camel. You could have had me the second month you were here."

"What?" was my brilliant response.

Mrs. Grant giggled then she cuddled closer to me. Her hand found my dick and once again caressed it with feather touches.

She sighed.

"When Laura and I learned that someone had taken a shot at you we panicked. When we learned you chased after the guy for a block while he tried to unjam his gun so he could take a second shot at you we got royally pissed. 

You are grounded. 

You may not ever leave the country without at least one of us with you. Never again."

Apparently they did know about "the incident" and had the gist of the facts correct. The "official" version was that I was in the area where shots were fired. Incidents were being played down.

I had been at a restaurant in the upscale part of the Asian city. The area had been a French conclave and still retained the "Paris of the East" flavor.

I had just stepped out of the building when a guy on a scooter stops and shoots in my direction. The bullet hit the facade of the building behind me. He missed me by five feet. 

I amazed everyone, including myself, by my reaction. 

I became uncontrollably irate.

I ran after the guy as he tried to get off a second shot. His gun jammed and he threw it at me and sped away. 

I was a sprint champ in High School. 

He was on an old Vespa. 

I almost caught him. 

The look of sheer terror on the bastards face almost calmed my anger. 

I knew he was seeing the "white devil" incarnate.

I walked back to the restaurant and ordered a beer. I was still pissed when the local police came by. The restaurant people gave their version of the incident and as they did a look of astonishment crept into the policemen's face. That was when it dawned on me that I had reacted in the most impossibly stupid way the situation demanded.

The military police came soon after and I gave them a condensed version of the events. They told me to finish my beer and come with them. I had to tell the story three more times and be checked by a doctor before they let me go. I had not told anyone about the incident except for the military police. I was somewhat surprised to learn Laura and Mrs. Grant knew the details.

Of course, like me, Laura had a top secret security clearance. We worked in the same unit. Had she wanted to check on me she could have dug up the details. 

Apparently, she had been checking on me and she had been reporting to the the lady with her hand on my dick.

Mrs. Grant kissed me and whispered "make love to me."

I was going to be her first man in ten years. I felt honored.

I spent a lot of time kissing my way down her body. Her neck and shoulders got several minutes of attention. I adored her breasts for about twenty to thirty minutes. I managed to elicit an orgasm from her while there.

I rubbed my face on her pussy and kissed my way down her inner thighs all the way down to her toes. I kissed my way up and settled with my face above her pussy.

I loved and devoured her pussy for perhaps close to an hour. I would bring her to a cum then softly kissed her pussy lips and her thighs until her breathing had returned to normal, then I repeated my adoration of her sex. When my jaw began to complain I put a finger into her ass as I sucked her clit. Her cum ran through her body like an electric shock and she went limp.

After ten minutes or so I had kissed my way back up to her tits. Her moaning resumed. Less than a minute later I was kissing her lips with passion as my dick stabbed its way into her pussy. Her immediate climax had me hanging on to the sides of the bed for fear of being dislodged.

After she calmed a bit I took my dick nearly out of her pussy and kept it there for about a minute then penetrated her swiftly, taking a few long, quick strokes. She had another cum.




Lessons Ch. 04



My attitude to sex changed quite a bit after I found out that Sylvia and Gabrielle were lovers. Previously I had never thought of cheating on Sylvia, but now it seemed that a whole smorgasbord of options had been placed before me. And while I wasn't exactly prowling the streets looking for stray pussy, I had decided that I would be more open to any offers that came my way.

A few days after my night with Chantelle I received a phone call from her. She asked if I would meet her after school that afternoon. We arranged to meet in the same café where we had met before. She looked so different in her school uniform from the last time that I had seen her, but I remembered the knockout body that her uniform was hiding, and my cock started to get hard as soon as I saw her. It would be nice to fuck her again, I thought, but while the rules of l'instruction allowed for follow-up encounters, they had to be initiated by the girl and not the man. But this could be my lucky day, I thought.

Chantelle gave me a kiss on the cheek and sat down. I ordered our coffees, and then I asked how she had been. "I've been wonderful," she said, smiling at me.

"Have you seen Jasmin?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she replied. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. When I was with Jasmin yesterday I thought a lot about your lovely cock. Then I felt sorry for Jasmin that she was missing out. Do you think that maybe you could give l'instruction to her? She's turned eighteen."

"Well, I don't know," I said. "Your Aunt Sylvia might not be too happy about that."

"What if I could fix it with her?" Chantelle asked. Then she leaned in close to me and whispered, "Besides, wouldn't you like to fuck me again? Don't you want to feel your big cock in my tight little pussy once more?" As she said this, she took my hand and slipped it under her skirt. "Feel how wet I am for you," she whispered. "I so want you to fuck me again."

As my finger slipped into her wet little pussy it took all of my self-control not to cum right there and then. I forced myself to pull my hand away, and whispered, "All right, if you can get your Aunt Sylvia's OK, I'll do it."

"Cool," she giggled. 

We finished our coffee, and then I gave Chantelle a ride home. By the time that I got to my house, Chantelle had organised everything. Sylvia told me that Chantelle had called her and asked if she could have another lesson in lovemaking with me. Of course Sylvia had agreed, and told me that Chantelle had organised for us to have Gabrielle's house to ourselves the next Friday evening. 

I was a little suspicious when Sylvia didn't mention Jasmin. "Did Chantelle say anything about Jasmin?" I asked.

"No, why should she?" replied Sylvia.

"Simply because Chantelle asked me if I would give l'instruction to Jasmin. She was supposed to ask for your approval," I said.

"Oh," said Sylvia. She was thoughtful for a minute, and then said, "Oh, well, I suppose there's no harm. Jasmin seems to be a nice girl. If you can do the same for her as you did for Chantelle then why not?"

And so it was arranged. Chantelle called me the next day and asked if I could come to her house at about eight on the next Friday evening. I said that I would be there.

A little after eight the next Friday evening I knocked on the door of Gabrielle's house. The lights were dim and there was soft music playing. Looks like they might have started without me, I thought.

Chantelle answered the door and pretended to be surprised to see me. "Oh Hi Uncle Steve," she said brightly. "Come on in." She took me into the lounge room and said, "This is my friend Jasmin."

As I said hello to Jasmin I checked her out. She looked to be of eastern European ancestry, possibly Turkish. She had a beautiful face, with high cheekbones, and lovely long jet black hair. She said hello, but she seemed to be surprised to see me. Hadn't Chantelle told her that I was coming?

I sat down on the couch and Chantelle sat next to me. "Steve's the best uncle ever," she said to Jasmin. She turned and kissed me full on the mouth. Jasmin watched in surprise. Then Chantelle twisted around and sat on my lap. Jasmin's look of surprise increased, but then it turned to shock as Chantelle reached down and pulled out my cock. Without saying anything, Chantelle wriggled around until my cock slipped into her pussy. 

Jasmin stared. Chantelle said, " Oh this is sooooo nice, but I want to share it with you, Jasmin. Come and feel how nice Steve's cock feels as it slides in and out of my pussy. Jasmin seemed to be in a trance as she sat down beside me, and then she reached down and touched my cock. She stroked it a few times, and then suddenly she knelt on the floor and started to lick my cock. "Oh, lick my pussy, Jasmin," gasped Chantelle. "Suck my clit while Steve fucks me."

Jasmin started to suck Chantelle's clit, and Chantelle moaned some more. Then Jasmin said, "Can I have some cock too?" Chantelle hopped off my cock, kissed Jasmin on the lips, and said, "Of course you can."

Jasmin pulled up her skirt and sat on my cock. She was tight, so very tight, but she wasn't a virgin, and I sank into her completely on the first stroke. There is always something about the first fuck of a tight pussy, but I wanted to take things slowly for Jasmin's sake. But she surprised me by crying out, "Fuck me hard and make me cum. Fill my pussy with your spunk." I was a bit surprised, she seemed to be very keen for someone who was a lesbian, so and I fucked her hard and fast. She squealed with joy as she came.

Afterwards, Chantelle said to Jasmin, "I knew that you would love it."

Jasmin looked a little sheepish. "I have a confession to make, Chantelle," she said softly. "I'm not really a lesbian. I like men as well as women."

"What?" gasped Chantelle.

"I'm sorry," Jasmin said. "I was going to tell you but I didn't want to hurt you."

"Then you mean this evening was a waste of time?" asked Chantelle.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jasmin.

"Neither would I," I said.

At that we all burst out laughing, and rolled around together on the floor.

When we had all recovered from our attack of mirth, I stood up and took both girls to Chantelle's room. She had a nice big double bed and we all fitted onto it. I knew that there was no need to be gentle any more, and I fucked both of their pussies without mercy. Then Jasmin showed Chantelle how to suck my cock, and when I came she swallowed all of my cum. And later I watched fascinated as they ate each other's pussy.

About eleven pm I knew that it was time for me to leave. Gabrielle would be home soon. It was hard to tear myself away from these two hot women, but I knew that there was always the possibility that they could ask me for more lessons.



Lessons Ch. 04



I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by a woman I didn't know.

"Hey there stud. Come on, wake up!"

"Huh? What?" I asked as my fuzzy mind tried to bring itself back to reality.

"Come on. Where's your suit?" She coaxed.

"Oh. Hell, it was right here." I said, sitting up and realizing that somewhere along the line I had misplaced, so to speak, my suit. I stood up and looked under the chair, and around it, as the bulk of the people around the deck were re-donning whatever was askew. 

"Ok, well, here." She said, unwrapping a lacy waist wrap from around her own waist and quickly wrapping it around mine. "Come on. No point in getting arrested." She said, taking me by the hand and practically dragging me across the pool deck and through the door. She stopped at the elevator bank and pressed the button. I could tell she was trying to will the elevator to get here more quickly, and then, finally it opened. She hustled me inside and let out a sigh as the doors closed.

"What floor?" She asked, pushing the button for the top floor to get the elevator moving.

"Um, ten. What's going on?"

"Oh some prude called the cops, claiming indecent exposure." She said shaking her head, a wry frown on her face. I took a few moments to take in my protector. She was fairly tall, not thin but not overly heavy either, a nicely shaped chest hidden by a tube top type bikini and a round full butt. I guessed she was about early forties at most, dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with a smile even while she was frowning.

"Now why would someone do that?"

"Oh, some people just can't deal with life. Just because you don't want to run around half naked doesn't mean that someone else might not enjoy it."

"I agree." I answered. "I appreciate your getting me up. I'd hate to have to bail myself out of jail."

"You'd have a hard time doing that, too." She said with a giggle. Reaching down and tugging the hem of the lacey wrap up, exposing my bare suddenly hardening cock. "No place to put any money."

"Oh shit. No place for a room key either." I said suddenly realizing I had a huge problem.

"Ohhhh that could be a problem."

"Let's hope my wife is back at the room." I said, rolling my eyes and trying to push the hem of the wrap down against her resistance.

"Don't be in a hurry, I'm enjoying the view, besides, it IS my wrap, isn't it?"

"Yes," I sighed. "Next I suppose you just want to play with it a little bit too, huh?"

"Well, not the best invitation I've ever heard, but...well...an invitation is an invitation." She said, reaching out for my cock and closing her hand around it. She started gently stroking the mostly soft cock, causing it to rise almost faster than the elevator. By the time we got to the top floor and then back down to the tenth the wrap was woefully unable to cover my erection. "Seems we have a new problem now." She said with a wink as the doors opened. 

"So it seems." I said, trying to cover my cock with the lace material as I walked down the hall to my room. 

No amount of knocking seemed to raise anyone in the room, which could mean anything, but what it did mean was my wife was either still downstairs, which was not an option for me, or someplace else that I had no idea about. "Probably in some horny guy's room." I growled quietly.

"Well honey, unless you have a better idea, you're going to be in a room with some horny broad. Come on, you can stay in my room till she gets back." She said, turning to walk toward the elevator. "Unless of course you want to wander around the halls in my wrap, which by the way doesn't hide a damn thing!" She called over her shoulder.

I walked briskly down the hall to follow her toward the elevators. "By the way, my name is Anya." She said with a smile.

"Hi Anya. I'm Mike."

"Well Mike, if you don't mind me saying so, you could stand a shower. You smell like stale pussy, which as good looking as you are, isn't a particular turn on."

I sniffed myself and realized she was quite right. 

"You can use my shower." She said as the door opened and she stepped out. She slipped a keycard from inside the bikini top and walked down the hall. She paused long enough to slide the card into the door and then pushed it open, holding it for me.

"You here alone?" I asked, as I peeled the wrap off and handed it back to her, the door closing behind us.

"Well, not at the moment." She said as she reached behind her back and unhooked the tube type top that was wrapped round her rather large chest, freeing a pair of surprisingly sexy looking D cup breasts. "Hope you don't mind me sharing the shower with you." She said as she pushed her bikini bottoms down, letting them slide down her legs as I admired her neatly trimmed triangle bush.

"Nice." I said, raising my eyebrows in appreciation.

"Thank you kind sir." Anya said as she stepped past me and into the large bathroom. It was far smaller than the one in our room, but the shower was similarly shaped, if not as large, and had a nice bench type seat along the back side. She stepped into the shower and turned the water on, quickly adjusting the temperature to a comfortable level before turning and inviting me in.

At this point I needed the shower, and she wasn't a bad looking woman. In fact, in some ways, she was kind of sexy. Nicely sized breasts, nice full butt, full meaty pussy, a little round about the middle, but not unsightly, just a little bit of age spread, something I have been fighting for more years than she has. And what the hell, it wasn't as if I had someplace better to be.

"You know, for a minute I didn't think you were going to join me." Anya said quietly as she moved farther under the cascading water to make room for me. 

"For a minute I wasn't sure myself." I answered honestly. 

"I understand. I'm not exactly beautiful." She said with a shrug. "Not bad looking, but not beautiful, at least not like a lot of the skinny minnies that get brought to these things."

"Yeah, I'm not all that good looking either I suppose. More like a dirty old man than a stud."

"Oh. I wouldn't say that." She said with a grin. "We can fix the dirty, maybe not the old, and from what I can see..." She said reaching a soapy hand out to my hard cock, "you are a LOT of man."

"I appreciate the compliment, even if it's not true."

"Oh from what I saw earlier today it's plenty true. Those two hotties you were banging definitely got all they were looking for!" She laughed. "That's probably what started the complaints. Someone wanted some of what they were getting and didn't get it."

"I don't know about that. But I try to give the best I can."

"So you been coming to one of these for a long time?"

"No, this is my first. My wife's idea actually, I was supposed to be fishing in a tournament this weekend. This was my wife's idea to get back at me for wanting too much sex from her, or something like that."

"Well, I for one am glad she brought you. Not often I get to have a good looking guy in my shower."

"So you don't come often?"

"Actually, I'm not here for the...well, whatever it is. I'm just in town for business and thought I'd take a dip. Didn't know I was going to get a floor show and a sexy guy at the same time."

"Well, might as well enjoy it then." I answered with a chuckle.

"Oh trust me, I'm gonna enjoy every moment." She said as she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling her big bare tits against my chest. "Feel free to play with anything you can reach. In fact, play with everything you can reach if you want too."

"Really? So tell me, when was the last time you had a sexy man in your shower?"

"Oh, now a man shouldn't ask a woman such things." She whispered as she moved her face toward mine. "Just kiss me and fuck me." She pressed her soft wet lips to mine, her tongue teasing at my lips until I opened them and let her slip it inside. 

I could feel my cock growing even harder as her hot sensual kiss sent tingles down my spine. I knew this feeling well, and my body knew exactly what to do without my conscious thought. My hands had already left her hips where they had been resting, one sliding up to cup one of her tits and the other sliding down, pressing between her legs. We stood for several long minutes under the water, before she broke the embrace, turning to shut off the water. I looped my hands around her body, pulling her back against me, my hands cupping both her big round breasts. 

"Mmmmmm." She moaned softly, putting a hand against the shower wall to balance herself as I bent her at the waist. 

"Is this what you want?" I asked as I slipped one hand down between her legs, cupping her mound and pushing my fingers between her legs at the same time as I was crouching down. I could feel my cock slip between her legs, my head bumping into my fingers. I used my fingers to press my fat head up between her lips, gently pushing my hips to force my engorged head up into her.

"ohhhhhh yesssssss it is." She moaned as my cock pushed into her a few inches.

I started pushing in and out of her in small little strokes, working more and more of me into her until my head was banging against the end of her tunnel. I lengthened my strokes, moving my hand back to her breasts, letting both hands squeeze them in time with my long slow strokes.

"Anya! You ready?" A voice called from the main room. 

"Ohhhhh." Anya moaned as I stroked in and out of her pussy, my hips slapping loudly against her bare wet ass. She didn't seem concerned, so I just kept stroking, knowing that her climax was working closer and closer. 

"ANYA!" A surprised woman's voice called from behind us. "What are you doing?"

"Ohhhhh Fucking!" Anya moaned. "Ohhhhh yeah... Soooo fucking good."

I turned and looked to see three women standing in the doorway, the tall blonde holding her hand over her mouth as she watched us fucking in the shower. 

"Oh god. Gonna cum soooo soon!" Anya moaned loudly, her head hanging down and her hips pushing back against me in time with my strokes.

"Oh honey, you don't want her to stop, trust me!" a petite little brunette said as she pushed past the blonde into the bathroom. She very boldly walked up to the shower wearing a blue minidress and four inch heels. With a grin she stepped into the shower with us, not even taking her shoes off and began running her hands around my body, one rubbing up and down my back and the other rubbing around my bare ass. "That's it, fuck her! Make her come on your cock!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just keep fucking her hot little pussy. Does it feel good, sliding in and out of her, driving in and out of her hot wet sexy pussy?" She said a bit louder.

"OH god. Is that you Mandy? Ohhhh fuck he feeeeels so goooood!" Anya moaned loudly.

"Yeah it's me." Mandy said from behind me. "Is he good?"

"Oh yeah. He's good with his cock!" Anya answered breathlessly. "He's got me almost ready to come!"

"Make her come stud! Fuck her pussy until she comes around you! Mmmmmm that's it. Just keep humping her pussy1" She said as she stepped back. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she came back moments later her almost nude body pressing against mine as I stroked in and out of Anya. She slipped around me wearing nothing but a pair of thigh high stockings, pressing her bare tits against my arm. "Here, play with this too." She said huskily as she pulled one of my hands from Anya's tit and down to her bald pussy. "Finger my cunt stud!" 

"Really Mandy!" the blonde said from behind us.

"Don't knock it till you try it! I dare you to get naked and come play!" Mandy shot back.

"I'm not getting naked in front of a stranger!"

"Someday you're gonna to have to loosen up or life is just gonna pass you by!" Mandy said, gasping suddenly as my finger found her clit and slid across it. "OH fuck! Didn't expect that!" 

"Told...you...he...was...goooooooood!" Anya squeaked loudly. "Ohhhhhh fuck fuck fuck...here it comes!" 

Her whole body bucked, jamming herself back into me as her pussy contracted around me. I could feel her wetness leaking around my cock and dripping down my balls as tremors moved up and down her body, her arms and legs shaking and her pussy contracting and convulsing around my cock. After several seconds she pulled off my cock and sank to the shower floor, turning around to rest her back against the wall. "Oh god that felt good."

"I can believe it did." Mandy said, sliding around in front of me and grasping my cock. "Sweet huge fat cock." She said as she sunk down in front of me, her knees splayed wide. She leaned her small round tits out toward my cock and smeared the Anya's cum around her nipples, looking up at me seductively, licking her red lipsticked lips. She lowered herself a little more and aimed my hard cock at her lips, closing them around my head and slowly sliding her face toward me, pushing more and more of me into her mouth until I could feel my mushroom head pushing against her throat.

"Oh god," I groaned as she pushed deeper, feeling a tight constriction around my head as I pushed into her throat, her nose touching my curls. She pulled her head back and gasped slightly.

"God that's a hard one to take in." She said, sliding her hands along the hard shaft. She took a few breaths and then plunged her mouth over my cock again, bobbing it on and off much of the length of my shaft, her hands twisting and sliding with her mouth.

"Is she really doing that?" I heard the blonde ask from behind us.

"Oh yeah, she is." I heard another female voice say. "Pretty damn good too. Look at his face! God I wouldn't mind riding on that cock. Look how big it is!"

"Jennifer! You're married!" The blonde said.

"So? Mandy, why don't you bring him out where we have more room."

"With pleasure." Mandy said, pulling her mouth off my cock. "How about it stud, think you can handle two of us at once?"

"Why not?" I answered with a shrug, my cock answering more for me than my brain.

She got up and led me to the bedroom and pushed me back onto one of the queen sized beds. Before I could really do anything else, she was on the bed, swinging herself over me and backing her pussy up to my face. 

I could just make out, past her, another woman, slightly heavier, maybe in her early thirties, sliding her dress down and off, and then rolling a pair of pantyhose down her legs. I could tell she had big tits, but other than that Mandy's pussy, which was now pushing down toward my face, blocked out the rest of what was happening. 

I reached up and grabbed Mandy's hips and pulled her down to my face, stuffing my tongue between her wet pussy lips. Her fat meaty outer lips spread easily and allowed me to work between her partially protruding inner lips as I searched for her shrouded clit. 

"OHHHH FUCK!" she squealed as my tongue found the hard little nub and started flicking back and forth across it. 

I felt her hot mouth return to my cock as I licked and flicked her pussy lips and her clit, making her hips rock and wiggle almost uncontrollably. I felt the bed shake and move and then Mandy's wet mouth pull off my cock. Moments later I felt a tight wetness press against my head and then suddenly envelope me as I slid into a soft wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh god yes. Jesus fucking H that feels good!" the voice that had been identified as Jennifer groaned loudly. I felt her sink down my cock until her ass was resting on my thighs.

"Mmmmmmm" I groaned into Mandy's pussy as the woman on my cock began riding up and down, making the whole bed bounce with her short choppy strokes. 

"Uhhh...Ohhh....Fuck....Uh..." She grunted with every stroke, driving my cock deep into her and slamming her round ass against my thighs with a loud slap slap slap. 

I wasn't exactly worried about coming at this point, in fact I doubted that I really had anything left to give after all the times I'd cum in the last two days. But the sensations felt good none the less and drove me to work even harder on Mandy's pussy. I could taste the change in her juices, moving from tangy to sweeter as her wetness grew and her muffled moans increased. It took my sex muddled brain several moments to realize why her moans were muffled; only fully realizing it when I heard the sound of a loud slurp before Mandy grunted out an audible cry of pleasure. "Fuck yes.....Gonna....come!" She grunted loudly as I flicked and licked her clit.

"Ohhhh yeah...oh shit.... Oh GOD.... HERE IT COMES!" she squealed as her body tensed over me, her legs trembling and her hips pushing her pussy down hard against my face. 

No longer able to get to her clit, I drove my tongue deep into her as her juices leaked over my face. I finally had to push her up and off so I could breathe again, after which she crawled off me and lay down with her head at my feet, her chest heaving to catch her breath. 

At that point I wasn't paying any attention to her, I was busy watching the absolutely huge tits of the woman bouncing wildly on my cock, each huge globe flying first up and then sideways as her ass slapped rhythmically on my thighs. 

"OH damn." I grunted as I felt my balls start to tighten up, in an impending climax that I was hardly expecting. I curled my toes and tried to hold back, my hips pushing up toward her as I arched my back a bit more, trying to stave off the inevitable. My hands reached up and found her bouncing boobs and clasped on their front, squeezing the soft fleshy mounds and rock hard nipples between my fingers. "OH SHIT!" I grunted as my body bucked under her, driving my cock hard up into her as she came down on me. 

"FUCK MEEEE!" She screamed as the impact of my head against her cervix must have triggered her own climax. "AHHHHHH!" She screamed as her body convulsed, my cock spurting hot cum up into her pussy with each new jerk. Three, four, five times I felt my body pump cum unto her pussy before the twitches and jerks became less organized and sporadic. 

The woman on my cock sat there, shaking and trembling for what seemed like five minutes, my hands kneading her breasts as she sat on me, panting and moaning. "ohhhh damn. Oh.......shit yes." She moaned over and over, her eyes closed and her long brown hair disheveled, lying half down her back and half over her face and down her front nearly to my hands. "Oh god that was a good fuck. I wish my husband would fuck like that." She moaned softly as she slowly leaned herself down toward me. I moved my hands and her soft tits pressed to my chest as she lowered her face to mine. "Thank you sweetie. That was a fantastic climax. Haven't had one that hard in...well, years."

"My pleasure." I answered as my cock slipped from her pussy.

"So Anya, where did you hook this keeper?" She said over her shoulder.

"Down by the pool. Seems he was naked and in need. So I brought him home. Can I keep him?"

"I rather think not, but it is a nice idea. I wonder if Frank would approve of keeping him?"

"Frank isn't going to know." Anya answered. "But we do get to keep him until his wife gets back to their room." She said with a grin. "That should be long enough to get Donna a good climax too."

"I'm not getting fucked by some stranger." The blonde said, sitting in a chair in the corner, still dressed in a snug black dress that came down to her thighs. She was thin and tall with a small chest, but what she did have the snug dress showed off nicely. 

"Oh sweetie. You don't know what you're missing." Mandy said from where she was lying next to me.

"Yeah I do. Lots of headache and heartache!" She retorted.

"You always were a stick in the mud. What are you afraid of? Robert finding out? Who's going to tell him, and for that matter, would he even give a shit?" Anya asked from where she sat nude in the other chair not far away. "When was the last time he actually had sex with you?"




Lessons Ch. 04



"That's not the point."

"Sure it is!" Jennifer said from on top of me. "We have to hear your bitching, the least you can do is get a good fucking when it's right in front of you."

"Jennifer!" The blonde snapped. "That's not fair!"

"Sure it is. Come on. When are you going to get another chance like this?" Jennifer said, pushing herself up and off of me, releasing my softened cock from her pussy. She slid down the bed until she was kneeling between my legs and then bent over to bring her big hanging tits down toward my cock. "I'll get him all nice and hard and you can fuck him." She said as she started slowly dragging her tits and hard nipples across my cum covered cock.

"Jennifer, I'm not having sex with him!"

"God look at that thing start to get hard already." Jennifer cooed as her hard nipples teased me. "He must have a thing for titties."

"I do." I answered as I looked down and watched her big tits stroking my shaft, which was now slowly starting to lengthen.

"Come on, you might as well get naked, the rest of us are." Mandy said, rolling off the bed and walking to the chair. She reached for the blonde's hands and pulled her up out of the chair and walked her to the bed. 

"I'm not having sex!" She said sternly as Mandy unzipped the back of the dress and slipped it down, leaving her nude from the waist up. Mandy squatted down behind her and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down.

"Hell Donna, you're staring at his cock. Don't tell me you don't want it." Mandy said as she coaxed the blonde to lift her feet one at a time, leaving her standing completely naked. She had small tits. Maybe a small B cup at most, and a curly little bush on her mound. Other than that she was rail thin. I doubted she could weigh more than a hundred pounds, soaking wet.

"Come on. Touch it!" Mandy coaxed, standing up next to Donna and pulling her hand toward my cock. Mandy didn't let up on the pressure until Donna not only touched my hardening shaft, but wrapped her hand around it. "Come on, up on the bed."

"No, we shouldn't." Donna objected weakly as Mandy coaxed her to sit astride my legs, her pussy inches from where her hand slowly stroked my hardening cock. "God it's so big!"

"Yeah, and just think how big it'll feel inside you." Mandy said as she slipped onto the bed behind Donna.

"No, no, it's way too big. Besides, I can't." She said quietly, her eyes never leaving my growing member in her delicate little hand.

"Just look at how it's growing in your hand. Won't that feel so wonderful inside you? Sliding in and out of your soft little pussy?" Mandy coaxed, her hands slipping around Donna's sides and cupping her little breasts.

"Mmmmmmm don't do that." Donna said quietly as Mandy gently pulled and twisted her nipples. "You know what that does to me."

"Uh huh. I do." Mandy cooed in her ear, flashing me a quick smile and a wink. "Just slide forward a little and he can reach your pussy with his fingers. You wouldn't mind if he stroked your pussy, would you?"

"I suppose not." She said, scooting herself forward with Mandy's help behind her. 

I took her cue and slipped one hand between my balls and her pussy, gently teasing a finger between her lips and stroking it slowly up and down the length of her softness, feeling her hard clit drag across my finger at the end of each stroke. Her hips soon started following my fingers strokes, sliding forward and rocking back to enhance the stroke of my fingers. Farther and farther she seemed to inch until there wasn't any room for my hand and I pulled it away, letting her stroke her wet lips against my balls and my cock. 

"Ohhhhh that feels nice." Donna moaned softly as she began sliding her pussy along my now hard shaft, her hand only covering my head, using it to pull my shaft up snugly to her wet lips. Her stroking hips worked farther and farther forward, my cock splitting her soft wet lips as she stroked her hips along its length. 

"Mmmmmm god it's so hard and fat." She moaned softly, alternately looking down at it and then closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations of her clit riding along it.

I felt my head disappear between her lips, her fingers now just under the head to pull it up. Each stroke seemed to slide more and more of her over my head until I could feel my head nestling up into her opening. Without warning she leaned forward, Mandy's hands sliding down from her breasts to her hips. 

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" Donna groaned as she pushed back, the pressure on my head mounting as she tried to force her tight pussy over me. "Ohhhhh god it's too big!" She gasped as my head suddenly popped through the entrance to her tunnel, sinking into her only an inch or two. She sat for some second panting and then pushed back some more, gently easing more of me into her inch by inch. "Oh god it's big." She moaned when she paused, only about half of my length inside her.

"You can do it. Just take it slow." Mandy coaxed "Just keep going."

"It's too big, I can't." Donna gasped. 

"Then just ride him there. Don't worry about the rest yet."

"Uh huh." Donna answered, moving her hands to my chest for support. She began to gently rock herself, sliding me in and out of her only an inch or so at a time. Up she would slide, her incredibly tight pussy pulling on my cock, almost as if it didn't want to let go, only to resist as she pushed back again, forcing herself over me. Little by little her strokes worked more and more of me into her until my head was bumping the end of her tunnel with each stroke. Her moans grew in intensity as she continued to slowly rock on and off my cock.

"Oh god damn." Donna moaned loudly.

"Feels good huh?" Mandy asked from behind her. 

"Oh yeah."

I felt Mandy slide a hand down between my legs, her fingers stroking the base of my balls and down my crack until they teased over my puckered anus. 

"Wanna feel him explode in you?"

"Uh huh." Donna mumbled in assent. "I wanna feel him cum inside me."

I looked at Mandy, looking at me over Donna's shoulder, a little grin on her face. "Anya, get me your little toy."

"Ohhhhh nice idea." Anya said as she got out of the chair. She dug in her suitcase and came back with a little silver bullet vibrator. 

With my cock deep into Donna already, there wasn't any room for that to be added, so I guessed they were going to use it to tease her clit. The sensations of Donna riding up and down my already well used cock was sending warmth flowing through me, but another climax, I doubted.

"You ready?" Mandy asked Donna as she climbed back on the bed behind her.

"Uh huh."

I felt Mandy's hand and then the tip of the vibrating tool press against my anus.

"Hey!" I said in surprise, my hips lifting off the bed at the sudden intrusion. 

"Just relax stud. I guarantee you're going to love this!" Mandy said as Donna began riding slightly harder, her ass now bouncing on my legs. I reached up and cupped her tits, letting my fingers and thumbs squeeze and twist her nipples. 

"OH SHIT!" I grunted as the cold vibrator suddenly pushed harder against me, slowly opening me and pushing into me at least an inch, but what felt like a mile. The vibrating seemed to flow through my body and I could feel my balls tighten and tingle at the sudden change in sensations.

"Ride him hard now!" Mandy coaxed Donna, who began bouncing up and down with abandon, her light little body bouncing on and off my cock, her tight pussy massaging me and teasing each inch of me. 

"OH SHIT OH SHIT...OHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUUCK!" Donna started to scream, her pussy contracting suddenly around my cock, making the confines even tighter. 

Mandy started sliding the vibrator in and out of me, coaxing my own climax ever closer.

"UHHHHHH FUCK!" I grunted as my body jerked, pushing a small amount of hot cum up and into Donna's pussy.

"YES YES YES OH FUCK YESSSS!" She screamed loudly, her body bouncing with abandon, her ass slapping my legs loudly with each stroke and her pussy making loud squishing noises as she plunged herself down onto me time after time.

By the time my body had emptied half a dozen squirts of cum up into her I was wasted. All I could do was lay there as Donna dropped heavily onto my chest her chest heaving against mine as she worked to catch her own breath.

"Damn." I mumbled as the vibrator was removed. 

"Now that was a climax." Mandy said with a giggle. "Let's go clean up while these two rest."

The three of the other ladies disappeared into the bathroom while Donna and I lay trying to regain our strength. I could feel my cock soften and slip from her, yet she made no move to remove herself from me. 

I wasn't sure how long they were in the bathroom, at least a half an hour I was sure. From the sounds coming from the bathroom, these girls were enjoying a little play time in the shower. That was okay by me. That last one kind of wasted me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed just relaxing, even if it was with a strange woman on my chest.



"Hey come on stud. We need to go eat some dinner." Mandy said shaking my shoulder.

"Huh?"

"You fell asleep."

"What time is it?"

"Almost six." She said as I sat up and looked around. All four of them were cleaned, pressed and dressed, clearly waiting for me to get up.

"Oh sorry."

"Come on." Anya said, holding a large towel out for me. "We'll walk you down to your room and see if you can get in."

"Uh, sure." I said, wrapping the towel around my waist as the ushered me to the door. I felt a little conspicuous walking down the hall in just a towel with four very well dressed and gorgeous women. We rode down the elevator in silence, with Mandy sliding her hand under the towel playing with me on the short rid.

"Hope we can meet up again." She whispered as the doors opened.

I walked down the hall to my room and knocked, hoping Joe would answer.

"There you are!" My wife said, standing in the doorway in her sweater dress. "Where have you been?"

"Well, there was a little trouble at the pool and Anya was nice enough to spirit me away. I've been just hanging out up there because no one was here when I came by.

"Well, we are now." My wife said, looking more at the four ladies than at me.

"Ok, well bye Mike." Anya said sweetly as she stepped up and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Glad I could rescue you!"

"Uh huh. Thanks again." I answered as she stepped away.

Donna stepped up and gave quick kiss on the cheek before ducking shyly away. Jennifer pressed her body against mine and gave me a slow wet kiss before breaking away and giving me a wink. 

Mandy, well, Mandy was Mandy. She wrapped both arms around my neck, pressed her whole body against mine and ground her hips into my crotch until the towel fell from around my waist, her lips pressing against mine and her tongue driving into my mouth. "Thanks for a great fuck!" She whispered before letting her body slide from my now naked one. Then she turned to my wife. "Don't let this one get away sweetie. He'd the best fuck I've ever had!"

"Um...Yeah, okay." My wife said as Mandy walked away, waving at me before the four of them disappeared around the corner toward the elevator.

"Sooooooo, Had a good time with them huh?" My wife asked, her arms crossed in front of her.

"yeah sorta." I answered, blushing a little at her stern look. I wondered if play time had just come to an abrupt end. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.



Lessons Ch. 04



I stopped and raised my torso completely off her body so that the only point of contact was where the head of my dick just parted her pussy lips. I held that position while I kissed her. I kept kissing her while slowly sinking my dick into her, draping my body fully over hers. 

I raised my body up again and repeated the process, adding a gentle nibble on her nipples. She started squirming and I could have quickly sent her over the edge once again but I wanted more. 

I slowly allowed my dick to slip out of her pussy. I ran the head over the area between her ass and cunt. She moaned.

I changed my angle a bit so at my down stroke the head of my dick peeked at her rear door. She moaned louder. 

I did it again, this time allowing my dick to penetrate her pussy completely and pushing the head of my dick gently at the entrance to her ass. She was once again squirming and moaning and I decided it was time.

I got on my knees while bringing her legs over my shoulders. With my hands under her ass to guide me I slammed my dick into her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She stared cumming with long drawn out moans. The spasms of her pussy around my dick sent me into my own cum. I held her tightly in place as she squirmed and twisted. 

Just as we were both coming back to Earth I raised her butt a little and pressed my fluid covered dick against her ass. 

It popped in. 

Mrs. Grant flew into another powerful cum.

We rested. We cuddled. We fell asleep together.

I was alone when I awoke. I was very hungry. I took a quick shower, got dressed and went up the stairs to see if Mrs. Grant wanted something to eat. 

She was not there. 

I was apparently alone in the house. It was just after three in the afternoon. I had slept off and on for over twenty hours.

I went to the carport and got in my car. It was as clean as it had ever been. I turned on the ignition and it started immediately. I had a full tank of gas. I had left my car at the house and entrusted my keys to Mrs. Grant. Laura already had a copy of my car keys.

Someone had been nice to the old heap.

I got enough Chinese food for everybody and I was spreading it out on the dining area when I heard the front door close.

"Food in here" I yelled at the arrival.

Mrs. Grant walked up to me and held me tightly. She gave me a long borderline passionate kiss. She praised my lovemaking skills telling me over and over that she had never had so many hard cums on one fuck.

She was in the process of lowering my zipper when we heard the front door open and close.

The next to arrive was Olga. I had not met her before and was pleased to see she was as pretty as Mrs. Grant said. Olga had heard all about me and said she felt like she had known me forever. 

Mrs. Grant purposely waited for Olga to come towards us before zipping my fly up. Olga pretended not to notice but soon gave Mrs. Grant a soft slap on her butt and wagged a finger at her. Mrs. Grant gave her a smile of innocence.

The exchange told me that yes they had.

Aoki and Cindy came in and joined the Chinese feast after gifting me with powerful kisses. Cindy had caressed my ass. I had caressed Aoki's.

The next people in were Laura and Lacey. I told them to help themselves to the food but to leave some for the people at the end of the hall. 

They looked at Mrs. Grant who said something like "I never got around to it" and the three burst out laughing. 

Olga was a bit confused herself and she told me, "but those are the two at the end of the hallway."

I pointed at Laura and said "if that crazy person lives here I am moving out."

Laura gave me the finger and announced that she would allow me to live for the time being but since I was such a stupid shit she reserved the right to change her mind.

It looked like I was never going to hear the end of it concerning the incident.

It did not take long for the food to disappear and Laura, Mrs. Grant and I remained to clean up.

Mrs. Grant suddenly said, "Just so you know, I love you at least as much as Laura does. When we heard how close you came to being killed we realized how very much you mean to us. We could not handle it if you went back. Please do not reenlist."

She was on the verge of tears when she finished speaking. Laura had become frozen on her tracks as she waited for my reply.

"I am not reenlisting and I love you" I said to both as I brought them into my arms. I was soon in the middle of a love sandwich. 

I lived in the house for three years. During those years I got to fuck everyone at least once. My "steady" bed partner however was Mrs. Grant and she further schooled me in the arts of lovemaking.

Soon after my dick's first "accidental" penetration of her ass Mrs. Grant and I explored anal sex together. We learned that it demanded lots of lubricant and a very slow and patient penetration. We also learned that sometimes it was absolutely fabulous. We decided we definitely liked it well enough to keep it in our play.

She demonstrated the difference between giving a blowjob and loving a dick. "Blowjobs are only for when one is in a hurry" she said.

But for us most of the time it was simply "woman on top." I loved to watch her get her pleasure from me.

Eventually I left the service and managed to graduate from the nearby college, thanks to the G.I. Bill. 

I found a very nice job soon after graduating. Unfortunately it was 200 miles away from Laura and Mrs. Grant. 

I called them twice a week and visited them every three or four months.

Two years after I started my job I surprised Mrs. Grant on her fiftieth birthday by taking her to Paris for a week. We were once again lovers during the stay.

Mrs. Grant decided that while in Paris she would wear only skirts and dresses without panties or bra for the duration of our stay. My hand was under her skirt and I had two fingers in her pussy often. Half of the photographs I took during our stay had Mrs. Grant exposing tit, or pussy, or both. It was a good thing we had Lacey and her studio to develop them.

One evening as we sat on a park bench gazing at the magnificently lit Eiffel Tower our kisses drifted towards the passionate. She decided fingers in her pussy would not do in that romantic setting. She turned my body to the side until my legs were over the end of the bench. She pulled my dick out of my pants and straddled me, impaling herself fully.

Although her skirt prevented anyone from seeing what we were doing it did not take a genius to make the correct guess.

But this was Paris on a summer evening. Most of the people strolling by simply nodded and smiled at us. 

One couple stopped abruptly by the bench. The lady hit the guy on his shoulder and said to him, "If they can do it why can't we?" 

The accent was British.

She pulled him the other end of the bench and sat him down. His back was to my back so I could not see them but I distinctly heard a zipper being lowered. Soon after I heard a deep sigh from the lady. Mrs. Grant had paused to watch them but soon resumed grinding her pussy on my cock.

A muffled moan signaled the ladies climax and I heard heavy breathing. 

I was startled by contact on my back. I was about to move away until I heard kissing next to my ear. Mrs. Grant and the lady were sharing a deep kiss. Mrs. Grant ground herself against my cock very hard and climaxed. Her moan was muffled by the Englishwoman's mouth.

After catching their breath the women stood and and started strolling arm in arm towards the tower. The guy and I were left to hastily conceal our still hard dicks and join them in their walk. 

They had reservations at the restaurant in the tower and we were invited to join them. We eagerly accepted since my best efforts to get a reservation had failed. They had made the reservation while still in England and this was their last night in Paris.

The view was great, the food was nearly great, our new friends were wonderful. Nigel and Marla were between my age and Mrs. Grant's age. This was their third trip to Paris and their tenth anniversary. If they were curious as to the difference in age between Mrs. Grant and me they never asked. 

Marla had nagged Nigel about making love by the lights of the Eiffel tower since their honeymoon trip. She thanked us for at last getting him to cooperate.

After dinner we strolled along the banks of the Seine and noticed we were not the only ones that fucked in public. Nigel and I walked behind the ladies and noted that their kisses were becoming more frequent and more passionate. Nigel asked me if Mrs. Grant liked women and I answered "very much."

He said "Good. Marla will get to fulfill another fantasy of hers."

Nigel and I stayed at the hotel bar as the ladies went up to the room. We had a pleasant time time comparing our respective pop cultures and somewhere into our third drink and second hour the ladies rejoined us.

They each said they had a wonderful visit but did not volunteer any details. They did not really have to tell us, they both had that "freshly fucked" look.

Eventually we said our goodnights and Mrs. Grant and I took the Metro to our hotel.

Marla and Mrs. Grant stayed in contact with each other. We sent her a set of the raciest pictures I took of Mrs. Grant exposing herself to Paris. We were happy but not terribly surprised to receive pictures of Marla exposing her own treasures to the City by the Seine.

On her fifty first birthday I took Mrs. Grant to Playa del Carmen. With some prodding from me she spent every day at the beach topless. She owned no worse than one of the top five pair of tits on the beach and I was pleased to have convinced her of that. 

Her bold nature and her inclination towards exhibitionism had me on guard almost every moment.

We fucked in the beautiful waters, we fucked on the balcony of our resort room, we fucked in our rented jeep. I managed to briefly get my dick into her pussy at the ruins in Tulum and on the ferry returning from Cozumel. There was never a moment in which we were not touching.

She did not make it to her fifty-second birthday. 

She died of breast cancer two weeks before.

She had asked me to do her eulogy and to keep it light. 

I tried. 

I broke down. 

Laura finished for me.

I miss the lady. She was as kind and caring as human beings ever get.

I have loved several women in my life but none were loved more than Mrs. Grant.

Her name was Rose.



Lessons Ch. 05



During our trip to Paris my lover/landlady Rose made a special friend named Marla. Her husband Nigel and I allowed the ladies plenty of time to know each other intimately in their hotel room while he and I chatted at the hotel bar. Marla and Rose kept in contact with each other. 

During Thanksgiving vacation that same year I visited Rose and Laura at the house. I had my old room and it felt good to be there again. I was hoping to spend the week making love to Rose and maybe eating Laura's pussy. We would be the only people in the house, the others had gone home for the holiday.

Shortly after getting settled I answered the the doorbell and was surprised to see Marla standing there. She burst in, gave me a huge kiss and ran up the stairs. Loud shrieks of joy were followed by deep silence. I did not see either woman for two days. 

On the third day Laura and I were invited to join them for supper at a nearby restaurant. We were enjoying the food and the company when Marla handed me an envelope. It was from her husband Nigel, who was still in England.

The note read; " Another of Marla's fantasies is a threesome with a man and a woman. We never were able to find her a woman she wanted other than your Rose, hence the trip. I could not make the journey so you need to take my place. Yes, you have my permission to fuck my wife. 

Sincerely, Nigel."

I had a hardon by the time I got to the end of the note. Marla found it immediately and caressed my dick under the table.

When Laura read the note she complained loudly and swore she would not stand idly by.

In unison Rose and Marla said "we were hoping you would feel that way."

I had been set up with my first foursome, a mini-orgy.

That night as I lay on Rose's bed three sets of lips made love to my dick. When it came time to fuck, Rose positioned herself on her back, her head on a pillow. Marla went onto her knees, her mouth diving for Rose's pussy, her ass invitingly in the air. Laura lowered her pussy onto Rose's face.

I entered Marla from behind.

The scene was so sexy that all of the women had a quick and powerful cum. Marla wanted to change places with Rose and as we did I was very surprised to see that it was Laura who presented her pussy to me. I hesitated but Laura did not. She reached between her legs, grabbed my dick and placed its head at her pussy lips.

I entered her slowly, very much concerned at what her reaction would be.

She seemed to be thinking of it as an experiment. 

She did not appear to mind my dick in her pussy.

Before we got very far Marla and Rose had another cum and wanted to switch again.

This time I was placed on my back and Marla sank her pussy on my dick.

Laura and Rose shared Marla's tits as she started to seriously fuck me. One long drawn out cum later she collapsed to the side of me and Rose quickly took her place and rode me hard into hers and my own climax. 

We all lay panting for breath for a few minutes, each of us kissing all the others. Soon Marla and Rose were in a sixty nine ravishing each others pussy. They apparently needed more than three days of marathon sex to be satisfied.

Laura covered my body with hers and kissed me deeply. I felt her pressing her pussy onto my half deflated dick. I felt her pussy lips part enough for partial penetration. 

I heard Laura sigh as she continued her kisses. 

My dick rose into her pussy.

She fucked me slowly.

She climaxed.

As she dismounted me I saw a look of love mixed with confusion cross her face.

She turned over me into a sixty nine.

I was so shocked by her actions that I did not do a good job of eating her pussy so she took her pussy away from my mouth and started to give me an earthshaking blowjob. I warned her I was cumming but she kept me in her mouth through all my explosions. She left me and insinuated herself between two mouths and two pussies and shared my cum.

I was drained and bewildered. 

I went to my room.

The orgy upstairs lasted the entire night. It at least saturated the sex drive of each participant for a while because for the next two days all of them exchanged soft touches and sweet kisses but little sex. Our Thanksgiving dinner had the look and the feel of a Norman Rockwell painting, not a Playboy production.

Marla came into my room Friday, and swearing me to secrecy, proceeded to try to fuck me into oblivion.

I wondered why the secrecy then thought that she had permission to fuck me as part of a threesome but she felt perhaps not one on one.

Marla returned to England on Saturday and the house returned to normal. 

Except for me. All I could think of was that I had fucked Laura and she had fucked me. She had taken my cum in her mouth.

Cocks had shot their cum into her pussy and into her mouth during the years of abuse at her home. She had admitted to me that when the abuse started she had been a passive participant. When the sex became cruel she had rebelled and what followed was pure and simple rape. I fully understood her revulsion to sex with a man.

Yet, she had presented her pussy to my dick, then used it to achieve a climax. She had sucked my dick and shared my cum with Rose and Marla.

I was very much afraid that she would regret what she did and the incident would adversely affect our relationship. It seemed that whenever we came across each other for the next two days we were both walking on eggshells.

Rose, Laura and I had a quiet lunch after returning from taking Marla to the airport and made tentative plans for the night. Suddenly the weather became fierce. Strong winds with rain turning to sleet canceled our plans to go bar hopping.

For once Rose, in a concession to either her age or the frenetic sexual pace of the week, went to bed early. 

Laura and I lit the fireplace in the front sitting room and for the first time in several days we cuddled in each others arms.

We shared kisses and caresses while admiring the fire. I loved being with her. Apparently she loved being with me.

She suddenly reminded me that she could read minds as she answered one of my unspoken question.

"Lacey moved out last summer while you and Rose were in Paris. One night I was so horny for her that when she came in that I immediately dove for her pussy. 

There was cum in it. 

I burst into tears and ran up to Rose's room. When I went down the next morning Lacey was gone. She had packed most her stuff and left me a note. All it said was that she was sorry she hurt me, but she had found the man for her."

I kissed Laura and held her tightly. I asked her if she was OK now.

"I am fine," she said. "It did not take me long to realize that I had seen it coming. I was more disappointed than hurt. We had some good years together. It was just time for her to move on. She was not gay when I met her, probably never was."

We were silent as we stared at the fire, each wondering what the recent turn of events meant to us.

It was time to feed the fire. The storm had increased its ferocity and the temperature had plummeted. I worked the flames while adding logs and Laura went to get some blankets.

When she returned she had two large blankets. 

She was nude. 

She placed a blanket over the sofa cushions and crawled under the second, holding one end up for me to join her. I took my sweat pants off and joined her on the sofa, naked.

We had just snuggled against each other when a bright flash of light was followed by the loss of power. The only heat and light in the house was now coming from the fireplace. I got up and went to check on Rose. She was sound asleep but her room seemed to be a bit cold. I found a blanket and spread it over her cover. After giving her a kiss I went back downstairs to Laura.

After telling her that Rose was OK we talked about how great Marla's visit had gone. Laura seemed to think Rose would be traveling to England during the Christmas break. The college girls that now lived in the house had all indicated they would be going home for the holidays.

She asked what my plans were for Christmas and I told her I was going to visit my mother and sister. We talked about my sisters impending wedding and wondered what my future brother was like.

As our conversation progressed Laura and I would pause between sentences for kisses. Early in our conversation my hand was caressing a tit. By the time we were discussing my sisters wedding her hand had massaged my dick into a full erection and I had two fingers in her wet pussy. There were many more kisses than words.

Somehow I found myself on my back, my head on a throw pillow against the arm of the sofa. Laura was draped over me, her pussy searching for my dick. At penetration we both groaned in pleasure. We held each other tightly, we did not move. She kissed me. I felt her love pouring into me from her kiss.

Inside of me a dam broke. My skin tingled and I felt I was radiating the heat of a volcano. My mind had allowed a long repressed thought out of its cage. I may have sobbed.

She looked at me, a tear was running down her cheek. I kissed it away.

We tried to absorb each others body into our own. The entire Universe had shrunk and included just us and the fireplace.

My dick and her pussy had concluded that there was no hurry, they had all the time in the world. They were happy with how things were.

Laura spoke first. She said, "Rose thinks I have been in love with you for five years. She thinks you have been in love with me for five years. I know she is at least half right. I am very much in love with you. I have always been."

"She is 100 per cent right" I said. "I love you, always have even though it was just a few moments ago that I realized it."

Tears mingled with our kisses. 

As the storm outside subsided the torrent of emotion within us did too. We fell asleep in the position we were in, my dick in her pussy, her lips at my neck, my arms holding on to her for dear life.

We were awakened by bright sunshine pouring into the room. Power had been restored and we could hear Rose in the kitchen upstairs.

During the night our bodies made some adjustments for comfort and Laura and I were spooning. My hard dick was searching for her pussy. Laura lifted a knee and as my dick was parting her pussy lips Rose came downstairs and told us breakfast was ready.

Laura and I reluctantly separated and after a quick trip to bathrooms we joined Rose, Laura wearing one of my t shirts, me wearing sweat pants. 

Rose started chattering about the storm and the plans for the day then suddenly stopped and stared at us. Something in the way Laura and I carried ourselves in relation to each other told Rose everything there was to know. She burst into tears and started hugging and kissing us indiscriminately.

After several minutes Rose regained most of her composure and we managed to finish breakfast.

During our meal I learned that when Lacey left, Laura sought comfort and advice from Rose as soon as we returned from Paris. 

Rose told Laura not to get too upset at Lacey since that was not who she was in love with anyway. When Laura heard Rose tell her it was me she loved she scoffed at the idea. When Rose told her that it was her that I loved she dismissed the notion. But when Rose asked her who was the most important person in her life she had to admit that it had never been Lacey, in fact over the years Lacey stood third in line behind Rose. 

And me.

Rose asked me how many girlfriends I have had the lasted more than a three weeks over the last six years. Before I could think of an answer she did it for me. 

She said "none, zero. Except for Laura."

The mini orgy was a set up. Marla and Rose had conspired in the position switches so that Laura would end up with my dick in her pussy. Laura had figured out the scam but allowed it to unfold. Draping herself over me and fucking herself to a climax on my dick however had not been part of the plan. It was something she wanted to do, had to do, she said.

It took Laura months and an orgy to accept the truth of Rose's statement. It took a storm and a fireplace for me to see the light. The love of our lives had always been there.

I asked Rose if she was going to England during the Christmas break.

She answered "Yes, I will be there for two weeks. I am Nigel's Christmas present. Laura will be keeping tabs on the house while I am gone."

"No she won't, she will be with me. It's time for her to meet her other mom. You are a bad example." 

Rose shot me the finger and said "am not" as she gave Laura a nearly motherly kiss while squeezing a breast.

I asked Rose, "Do you think you can get Lacey to check on the house while we are all traveling?"

"Sure, we are on her way to and from work. I will call her right now."

"Good. I'll go use the phone downstairs. I need to call the airline and my mom."

Through all of this Laura sported a very wide grin but said not a word. She may have been afraid that her emotions would overcome her. 

Of course Rose told Lacey about the change in the relationship between Laura and me and was very delighted. She readily agreed to look after the house while we were gone.

The airline was unexpectedly amenable to the change in plans. 

My mother again showed me that women have strange powers.

When I said there was a change in plans over Christmas her first guess was that I would not be coming. After I assured her that I would indeed be home for Christmas her second guess was that Laura would be coming with me.

Laura and Mom had spoken on the phone many times over the years, mostly while waiting for me to get on the line, (at least at first). After a while I had to wait my turn to talk to my mother after she and Laura had finished chatting. Mom liked Laura. She was very happy to learn that yes, that was the change in plans.

Mom demanded I put Laura on the phone. I went upstairs and told Laura my mother was on the phone for her. With a look of sudden apprehension she went down the stairs to the phone and I remained with Rose mapping out the rest of the calendar year. 

I had to go back to work the next day and had about five hours before I had to get on the road. After Rose and I came up with a calendar of events I told Rose that our trip to the Mexican Riviera was still on. She of course protested saying I needed to take Laura on that trip. 

In my most innocently bewildered tone I asked her, "Why would I take Laura on a trip as your birthday present?"

I did not give her a chance to answer as I bounded down the stairs. Laura was still on the phone, her big grin had returned. I took the phone from her hand, said "I love you Mom, Bye" and hung up the phone.

I picked Laura up into my arms and carried her to my bed. I rendered her naked by taking off her t shirt and after shedding my sweatpants I joined her in bed.

My dick had been in her pussy three times but I had yet to truly fuck her. I was going to correct that oversight at least twice before I had to go. I confirmed that she was just as anxious as me when my fingers found a very wet pussy. I immediately replaced them with my cock and proceeded to just fuck her. 

It was what I wanted, it was what she wanted, a fuck.

We started in the "missionary" position but as soon as she had her first cum she maneuvered us until she was on top. She ground her pussy into my groin while my hands mauled her breasts. Her second cum came suddenly and with great intensity.

I gave her a minute to catch her breath then I changed us into "doggy style." I rammed my dick hard into her pussy while one hand played with a breast and the other pressed on her clit. My climax was of biblical proportions. The force and quantity of my cum was monumental.

Her climax overtook mine until we were both a quivering, gasping pool of flesh. We slept until it was time for me to go. Only one fuck but I was satisfied that it made up in quality what it lacked in quantity. That plus we knew it was not going to be the last one.

We would not know until six weeks later but that was when Laura became pregnant with our first child.



Lessons Ch. 05



It proved to be a little difficult to arrange the liaison between Sylvia, Gabrielle and myself. It was necessary of course to find somewhere for all five of our girls to stay for the night before the three of us could get together. We thought that is was unreasonable to ask Sylvia's parents to look after all five of them at one time. So I had left it to Sylvia and Gabrielle to work things out; I was sure that they would come up with something.

I was in no particular hurry, as I had plenty to keep me occupied. I spent another delightful evening with Chantelle and Jasmin. And every now and then, Nikki would come and snuggle up on my lap, usually while I was watching TV, when nobody else was home. She would whisper in my ear and I would know exactly what she wanted. We would go to her room and make slow delicious love on her bed. And in addition, Sylvia's appetite for sex seemed to have increased since I had found out about her and Gabrielle. I certainly hadn't forgotten about the suggested threesome, but I was just going with the flow.

One Friday evening when I arrived home from work, I was surprised to see Gabrielle's car in the driveway. Only a little surprised, as of course she did visit us from time to time, but not usually in the early evening like this. I thought that the children must have some after-school thing happening, but as I walked in the front door I noticed that the house was very quiet. I went into the kitchen, and there were Sylvia and Gabrielle preparing food.

"Hi, sweetheart," said Sylvia, and she stopped what she was doing and came over and kissed me. It wasn't her normal 'welcome home' kiss, but a long deep kiss. 

"Hi, handsome," said Gabrielle. Then she came over and kissed me as well. And it was definitely not a sister kiss, but a deep sensual kiss.

Tonight's the night, I thought immediately.

I was instructed to shower and shave, and then to put on my satin robe. And while it was not stated, I knew that I was meant to wear nothing else except the robe.

I took special care with my grooming, and when I returned to the living area I heard soft music coming from the lounge room, so I went in there. The lights had been dimmed, and the food had been placed buffet-style on the coffee table. Sylvia and Gabrielle had both changed into robes. "Come and eat," said Sylvia.

I opened a bottle of Merlot and poured three glasses of wine. We all sat on the couch, nibbled at the food, sipped the wine, and chatted. As we ate, I caught tantalising glimpses of breasts and thighs, as the girls leaned forward to pick up some food, or settled back to drink their wine. 

After we had finished eating, Sylvia and Gabrielle both stood up, undid their sashes and dropped their robes to the floor. They were both naked under their robes.

I gazed at the two beautiful women standing in front of me. But then they both attacked me, giggling, and pulled off my robe. Of course my cock was pretty hard by then, and as soon as it came into sight, Gabrielle bent down and took it in her mouth.

Now Sylvia is of course an expert in giving head, and I love it when she does it to me, but somehow Gabrielle was different. I'm not saying that she was better than Sylvia, just different. It was a whole new experience for me, and I sat back and enjoyed every second.

Soon I felt as though my cock was going to burst. "Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested.

The bedroom had been prepared with candles and incense, and the bed covers had been turned down. As soon as we were in the room, Gabrielle pushed me back onto the bed. She threw herself on me and kissed me passionately, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against my thigh. I moved her around a little and slipped my cock into her pussy. She gasped as I entered her, and started moving her hips, stroking my cock with her pussy.

"Oh Sylvie," she gasped. "What a lovely cock Steve has. Come and watch while he fucks me."

Sylvia came and kissed Gabrielle, and then she sat next to us and started to rub her pussy. I reached up and squeezed Gabrielle's lovely tits while she rode me. The feel of Gabrielle's pussy and the sight of both naked women made it hard to hold back for very long. "I'm cumming, Gaby," I gasped. "Cum inside me, lover," Gabrielle said. "Fill me up with your cum! Yes, yes, ohhhhhhh ....... I'm cumming too!!" Her words sent me over the edge and I jetted my cum deep into her pussy.

Gabrielle collapsed down on top of me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. My cock was still buried in her pussy. Then Sylvia moved down to the bottom of the bed. "You've had your fun, little sister," she said. "Now it's my turn."

Gabrielle moved off me, and Sylvia pounced on my cock, taking it deep in her mouth and licking it clean. Because I had cum so quickly, it didn't take long for me to recover. As soon as I was hard again, Sylvia climbed on top of me and slid her pussy down the length of my shaft, until I was completely buried in her. "Oh what a lovely cock," said Gabrielle. "I loved the way that it stretched me out so much. You're so lucky to be able to be fucked by Steve any time you want." Gabrielle's words spurred Sylvia to stroke her pussy up and down my shaft furiously until she came.

We lay together on the bed for a while, and then I said, "All right, you've both had the use of my cock, now it's my turn. I want to see come first class pussy licking."

Sylvia and Gabrielle smiled at each other, and moved around so that they were in a sixty-nine position. I watched fascinated as they used their lips and tongues to give each other pleasure. I reached over and slapped their asses, and they both squealed, and worked their tongues faster and faster until they both came.

The evening drifted into night, but we were oblivious to the time as the three of us pleasured each other again and again. Finally we all collapsed from exhaustion and slept till morning.

I was the first to awaken. At first I was startled to find two naked women snuggled up to me, but in an instant I remembered the joys of the previous evening. The memories had an immediate effect on my cock.

Gabrielle woke just a couple of minutes after I had woken. "Morning, lover," she murmured. "Morning yourself, gorgeous," I said. Then I rubbed my cock against her thigh. "Interested?" I asked. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed.

I rolled Gabrielle onto her tummy. She spread her legs and I moved up in between them, slipping my cock into her pussy. She gasped as my full length penetrated her. I pulled my cock out and rammed it back in, hard and fast. "Yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Just like that!" A few more strokes and we both came.

I was so intent on fucking Gabrielle that I had more or less forgotten that Sylvia was there. Amazingly, she had slept through it all. She had always been a sound sleeper, but even so, the amount of noise that Gabrielle had made I thought would have woken anyone.

Gabrielle and I both looked at Sylvia. Then Gabrielle moved down between Sylvia's legs and started to lick her pussy. Sylvia murmured and smiled in her sleep. She reached down and pulled Gabrielle's face hard against her pussy. In a few minutes Sylvia gasped as she came, and at the same time she woke up.

Sylvia looked up in surprise. Gabrielle and I both laughed, and Sylvia said, "Oh, what a nice way to wake up."

It would have been nice to spend the morning in bed with both of these amazingly hot women, but it was Saturday and we all had things to do. So we all showered and dressed, and then ate breakfast, after which Gabrielle left to go home. 



Lessons Ch. 05



Authors note: It has been interesting seeing the diverse number of opinions show up as comments to this story series. Yes this series requires the suspension of disbelief a bit more than most of my others, but then... sometimes it's good to stretch one's belief system. Remember that this whole series is about the journey this couple is on, not the past or future states of their relationship. Just food for thought. 

Anyway.... on with the party!  



My wife stood outside the shower, her arms crossed, clearly irritated. 

"I thought we said nothing on the side." She snapped

"Yep. Would you have rather had me in jail?"

"Not exactly."

"So where were you when the cops came?" I asked her pointedly, pausing my washing to stare through the glass at her. She stood there remaining silent. "That's what I thought. If you had been you'd have known I was in trouble and made some attempt to wake me up from where I was napping... The last thing I remember is seeing you lying on a chair with a guy fucking you from behind."

"Well, you were busy with two women at once."

"So? You're the one who started this remember? If you wanna quit and go home, just say the word, I'm ready any time you are." I said, going back to washing.

"Why?"

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. "You having fun?"

"Well, sorta." She answered.

"So, how many?"

"How many what?"

"You know what I mean. How many different guys?"

"Counting you?"

"Of course not counting me."

"Ohhh, a few."

"How many few?"

"Three." She said quietly.

"Three. I'm surprised. I thought the idea was to get as many guys to fuck you as possible to make me upset or jealous or something."

"Not exactly."

"Then what exactly?"

"Well, okay, it started that way, but well...it's different now."

"Okay, explain."

"Well, I am having fun, but not in the way you think. I'm having fun flashing and teasing and getting touched. It's not the sex that's all that much fun. To be blunt as hell, your cock is better, and you fuck better. I don't have to tell you what to do, you know what I like and how to make it feel good. It isn't as much fun when I have to tell a guy who's more interested in just getting his own wickies off, what to do to get me off too."

"Ah, so what you're saying is that I'm better in bed than the other three guys you banged today?"

"Yeah, I guess so." She said quietly as I hung the towel up and headed out into the main room where Joe and Lisa were sitting on the sofa half necking half waiting for me. "How about you? Are you having fun fucking...how may so far?"

"All together or at once?" I asked, knowing it was going to irritate her.

"All together would be just fine."

"I don't know, I lost count." I answered as I started pulling on my slacks, intentionally leaving my underwear lying on the bed.

"So many you lost count? Damn Mike!" Joe said from the sofa. 

"Well, I did." I said with a shrug. "Well, not exactly. Counting Lisa I think it was six, maybe seven. Oh yeah, there was also the young lady in the shop."

"Damn, I'm surprised you could get it up so many times. You haven't been cheating and using any little blue pills, have you?" My wife asked. "I figured you'd fuck a couple and your cock'd be tired."

"No, no little blue pills." I said as I pulled on the silk t-shirt she had packed for me. 

"So you're planning on fucking more yet?"

"You planning on flashing more guys yet?" I asked bluntly.

"I don't know." She said evasively.

I stepped over to her and took hold of the hem of her skirt and pulled it all the way to her neck, showing off her completely nude body between her neck and the tops of her thigh high stockings. "Yeah right."

"Well, ok. I'm having fun flashing guys. Is that a crime?"

"Nope. Just want to make sure you understand, if you can flash guys, have guys touching you, playing with guys or even have a guy fuck you, then I can do the same thing with the ladies."

"Okay, fine. But, this time, absolutely no leaving with someone. If you wanna fuck her do it in the same room as I am!"

"Fair enough. Same rules for you though." I said as I pulled on my shoes. "All set. And yeah, I'm starved."

"Good! I'm ready to go eat!" Lisa said popping off the seat of the sofa and walking across the room, fixing the hem of her sheer dress.

"Hey Lisa. What is it about that dress? There's something different about it." I said, causing her to stop at the door. 

"Simple." She said, giving the flowery flowing hem a flip, letting me see she was pantiless. Then with a grin she tugged the top of the dress down, exposing her bare tits. "Easy access. Maybe if you wanna dance with me a time or two you can try it out." She said as she turned on her heel and opened the door.

"You asked." My wife said as she followed Lisa out the door.

"Seven? Damn I thought I was doing good at three." Joe said, shaking his head and chuckling as he walked past. 

"Yeah, well, it is what it is." I said, as I followed them out of the room.

The ride down to the lobby wasn't long, although we stopped a few times to add more riders, a couple of them pretty sexy looking women wearing equally sexy outfits. Short skirts and tight shirts were always a turn on, but I was getting a new appreciation for spandex. Finally at the lobby I followed my wife to the hotel's restaurant for dinner.

I took my time, while we were waiting for our food to come, to survey the wide array of ladies and their attire. One good looking woman, close to my own age, noticed me and blew me a kiss before obviously moving her hands down under the table. As I watched she slowly spread her legs apart and pulled her dress slowly up until it was obvious that she was showing me her completely bald pussy. I felt my dick twitch as she slid the dress part way down, leaving it up to the tops of her stockings so that every time she moved a little I could catch a quick glimpse. They finished eating before we did and on the way out she stopped by the table, leaned over, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

"If you come to the dance, find me and fuck me!" she whispered.

"What was that all about?" my wife asked as she walked away.

"Just asking me if I was going to be at the dance." I answered, going back to my food.

"Uh huh." She said clearly not accepting my explanation.

"Okay, if you have to know. She said if I was going to the dance to find her and fuck her. She's been flashing me her bare pussy for at least fifteen minutes."

"So are you going to?" My wife asked pointedly.

"I dunno. If I stumble across her I might."

"I'm sure she'll be sure you do." My wife said. "I'm clearly missing an opportunity here."

"How so?"

"That guy over there, the one that looks like he's thirty or so?"

"Yeah?" I asked turning around in my chair to see him.

"He's been staring at me for a long time."

"Uh huh." I said, clearly not telling her to go flash him. "You think he's interested?"

"Yeah, I do." My wife said a bit sharply. "Don't you think I can attract a nice looking guy?"

"Hey, I didn't say that." I said as I turned around to look at him again. As I watched the woman he was sitting at the table with got up and headed for the bathrooms. "Now's your chance."

"My chance?"

"You wanna play? Go walk over there, take his hand and stick it under your dress on your pussy."

"I can't do that?"

"Why not? That guy in the shoe store seemed happy enough to touch you."

"But if he's not part of the swingers club," she hissed.

"Trust me, there ain't a guy alive that's going to complain to the cops that some strange sexy woman just forced him to touch her pussy."

"I don't know if I can." My wife said quietly.

"Ohhh too late. Here comes wife." I said as the young lady walked back to the table. She sat down and I saw his gaze slide back over to our table.

"Pull up your skirt." I said to my wife. "Hurry up!"

My wife reached into her lap and tugged the hem of the skirt quickly up, flashing him her pussy. I saw the reaction in his eyes, even though he kept his expression mostly passive. With a grin I pointed to the restroom. He made no obvious sign he saw, but several seconds later he got up and headed to the bathrooms.

"Come on." I said to my wife, getting up.

"Where?"

"Just come on." I said, waiting by her chair. She finally stood and I walked with her to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Instead of letting her go into the ladies room I tugged her along with me right into the men's room.

"Hey. How's it going?" I asked the guy standing at the sink. 

"Pretty good." He said looking past me at my wife.

"Yeah I know. She's been trying to figure out how to flash you, so well...here." I said, turning to my wife. I tugged the hem of her skirt up and continued pulling until her pussy and tits were completely exposed.

"Damn." He said with a gulp. 

"Well, anyway. If you come to the party tonight, you can probably find her. She'll be out on the dance floor someplace trying to get some guy to feel her up. You're welcome to join us." I said as I let her dress fall. It only slid part way down and was still stuck up over her tits when the bathroom door opened and another guy walked in. 

He took one look at my wife, gave a little whistle and walked to the urinals. "You don't have to leave on my account." He said as he unzipped his pants.

"You like looking?"

"I do when it looks sexy, and that does." He answered as he peed.

"Well, take a closer look then." My wife said, walking over to where he was finishing peeing, flashing me a sideways "watch this" look on her way. To my surprise she reached down and grabbed his hardening cock, giving it a few strokes.

"Mmmmm that's nice. Wanna give me a blow job instead of a hand job?" he asked bluntly.

"Never while I'm eating dinner." My wife answered, pulling him by the cock toward the counter with the sinks. She hiked herself up on the edge of the counter, leaned back and pulled her dress back up over her tits so she was naked from her tits to her stockings. She spread her legs and held her knees up. "But I'll give you a quick shot."

The guy gave me a quick look and then stepped between her legs stuffing his cock inside her pussy with a quick shove.

"Only rule is you can't come inside me. I don't want your cum leaking out of me all night."

"Where do you want it?" He grunted as he started plunging his cock in and out of my wife's pussy.

"How about my tits?"

"Oh yeah." He grunted.

My wife pushed her dress up and tossed it to me. "Here hold this honey!" she said with a smile. 

"Ok I'm getting ready." The guy grunted after only a few more moments of stroking into her pussy, his hips slapping her ass making her tits wiggle and joggle with each smack.

He pulled out and my wife slid off the counter, squatting down with her legs splayed wide apart, stroking her own pussy as he stroked his cock, quickly bringing himself off and squirting his cum across her tits in several long white streams.

She got up and walked to the paper towel dispenser, pulled one out and wiped the cum off her tits while the guy zipped up.

"Thanks!" he said over his shoulder as he opened the door and walked out.

"Well, that was kind of fun." My wife said as she took the dress back. "What happened to my other admirer?"

"He headed out when the guy started fucking you." I said as we both washed our hands. I led her back out to the table and we finished eating, Lisa giving us both looks and Joe just chuckling.

"Party doesn't start for an hour. They have a nice walking path, wanna take a walk?" I asked my wife.

"If she doesn't, I do." Lisa said.

"If you don't mind, I'm gonna go check the scores. I'll meet you all back down here in an hour." Joe said walking away.

"You're not going to walk with us honey?" Lisa called.

"Nope. You know how I feel about long walks." He said over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I know." She said sullenly. "Well, you'll just have to take care of both of us Mike." 

"Yes ma'am." I answered, letting each of them loop an arm through mine. 

The walking path was quite nice and the warm evening was equally pleasant as we wound along the concrete path down to the river front and along it. There were a variety of benches back in little alcoves along the river wall, some of them with trees in the middle and others with just the bench in a little circular sitting area.

"Michael, can I ask a personal question?" Lisa asked quietly as we meandered along the walkway.

"Sure."

"Last night, when you were shaving me and you started to lick my pussy, did you like doing that?"

"Of course, why?"

"Well, it felt kind of funny, but I was enjoying it a lot."

"Sweetie, doesn't Joe do that for you?" My wife asked quietly, slipping out of my arm and stepping around to Lisa.

"Oh. Well...actually, no."

"Oh honey, why not? Mike does that for me...well whenever we have sex."

"Joe doesn't like the way it tastes. I guess it must taste pretty bad."

"Not really. I kind of like it myself." I answered.

"Come on over here." My wife said, practically dragging the two of us to the next little seating area. "Lay down hon, on your back."

"Sure, why?" I asked as I sat down on the free standing concrete bench.

"Easy, I want you to make her cum with your tongue." 

"HUH?" Lisa asked suddenly. "Out here, in the open? I'm not so sure I like showing off like you do. I mean it's kinda fun to flash a boob or something, but having sex in public?"

"Oh don't worry. You're wearing a dress, no one is going to see your pussy besides Mike, and he's already seen it, right?" My wife said as she guided Lisa over to me and lifted her skirt, pushing her back until she was straddling my face.

"Down a bit lower." I coaxed from under her skirt, her pussy still hovering six or more inches above my face.

"Okay," She said, spreading her feet a bit farther apart so that she could keep them straight. 

I reached up and pulled her hips down a bit farther, reaching my tongue out and gently stroking it along her soft wet lips. 

"ohhhhhhhh," she said, shivering slightly. 

I spread her lips with my tongue and pressed deep between her soft inner lips, sliding my tongue along her slit and flicking across her hard clit, drawing another shiver from her. 

"Oh god, I love it when you flick across it like that." She moaned. 

"Then I'll do it again." I chuckled before pressing my tongue between her lips again. I pushed deep into her pussy, driving my tongue into her tunnel entrance and then sliding it along her slit until I found her clit. I concentrated on it, flicking my tongue across it over and over again. With a little grin to myself I closed my lips around it and sucked it slightly, pulling it into my mouth and rubbing my tongue back and forth across it. 

"Ohhhhhh god! That's incredible." She moaned loudly. 

I continued to suck and flick her clit, reaching my hands up around her thighs to the top of her dress and pulled it down, sliding my hands back up to play with her now bare tits.

I felt a hand undo my pants and pull out my rock hard cock, wrapping around it and sliding slowly up and down the shaft as I continued to attack Lisa's pussy. I closed my fingers on her nipples and tugged and twisted them as I worked her clit with my tongue, her trembling legs giving away her approaching orgasm. 

I felt a hot wetness slide over my cock, the pussy slowly sinking down my shaft until I was completely encased in her heat. I wondered what had gotten into my wife, but I wasn't going to complain as she began to slide up and down, slowly working my cock as I continued to work Lisa's clit.

"Ohhhhh shit oh shit oh shit.....I'm going to come!" Lisa squealed suddenly. "Ohhhhhh shit! Here it comes!"

I felt her shaking increase so I pinched her nipples harder, tugging them out from her tits, stretching her soft breasts. 

"OHHHH FUCK YES!" Lisa squealed again as her body suddenly spasmed, gushing juices out over my face. I felt her whole body trembling and jerking above me. She suddenly pulled off of me and knelt down by my head panting. "Oh fuck that felt good." She said, but I hardly heard her.

I was staring at my wife, completely nude, riding up and down my cock. 

"That's it lover. Just let me ride you a minute more. Watching you make her feel good....." She panted " made me realize why I enjoy you so much."

"But hell, sweetie, we hardly ever have sex anymore." I groaned as she rode up and down my cock.

"I know. My fault mostly. I just need to get turned on and it wasn't happening. I think I found out how now though. God I can't believe how turned on I am right now, riding your cock, knowing that anyone walking by can see my tits bounce or your cock sliding in and out of me! I can't remember the last time I was this damn horny!"

"I'm not going to argue." I groaned as she continued to ride. 

"Me either, because I'mmmmm going to commmmmmmeeee!" she gasped with a shudder. "FUCK FUCK!" she groaned as her body trembled on me, her pussy contracting around my cock as she sat on me, unable to slide up and down any longer. She sat and gasped for air for nearly a minute before she slid off my lap and picked up her dress. She put it back on and then helped me get up and fixed my pants back together, leaving my cock rock hard.

"I'm not going to make you come. I want you to save it for the party."

"You want me to fuck other women tonight?"

"Uh huh. I want to have a good time. Might as well enjoy every bit you can tonight, we have to go home tomorrow."

"Okay, if you insist." I answered, as the two looped their arms in mine and started walking us back to the hotel.



We arrived back at the hotel, met Joe and then made our way to the party. As we walked in and showed our invitations we were given three numbered chips, my wife and I getting thirty seven and Joe and Lisa thirty eight. "These are for the blind overnight." The young lady said as she handed us our chips. 

"I'm sorry. I don't understand." I said.

"Oh, first time? If you'd rather have a blind overnight partner, all you have to do is put your blue number chip in the jar at the bar. This time it's ladies night, so at the end of the night the ladies will each pick a blue chip. You keep the white one so you remember your number. The men go spend the rest of the night in the room with the lady who drew his number. Overnight ends at eight in the morning."

"I see. And if we don't want to do that?"

"Oh you're free to choose your own partner or to keep your own. Some couples may choose to go together and just do an overnight swap. Purely up to you."

"Ok, thank you." I answered.

"Oh, one more thing." She said from behind us making us pause and turn back. "While some brief nudity is allowed, and to some extent encouraged, extended periods of nudity and blatant sex is frowned upon. However, whatever you do subtly, making out, kissing and even a bit of feeling up your partner is highly encouraged." She said with a grin and a little wink aimed toward me.

"Looks like that little hottie was hot for your form." My wife whispered, giving my arm a squeeze as we moved around the partitions blocking those outside the room from looking in, and moved off into the main room. There was a dancefloor with a few couples already dancing.

The array of ladies outfits was quite interesting. They all had one of several themes evident, obviously accessible, sexy or slutty, some covering more than one. I walked my wife to the bar, got us a couple drinks and then found a table to sit down and survey the area. The room was large, with the dance floor in the middle, and the bar and DJ stand at one end. Lighting was quite low, with a variety of rotating lights sweeping the floor slowly, periodically briefly spotlighting dancing couples. Around the outside of the floor were a number of round tables, at one of which we were sitting, and then around them, an array of large potted plants, and such, breaking up the area between the tables and the wall. Many of the large potted plants and six foot high Caribbean travel posters made effective places where one could get out of the limelight for a little necking, kissing or more. I idly wondered if I was going to be one of the users of these little nooks and crannies. 




Lessons Ch. 05



"Hello." I heard from behind me.

I turned to see the young man and his wife from the restaurant. She had changed from the rather conservative dress she wore to dinner into a very short mini-skirt, mesh stockings, spandex tube top and high stiletto heels. Her hair was in a ponytail, which made her look even younger than the late twenties I had pegged her for at dinner. 

"Mind if I ask your wife for a dance?" The young man asked, clearly nervous.

"Sure, hon, would you like to dance with the young gentleman?"

"I wouldn't mind at all." My wife answered, getting up and letting him take her hand. 

As he led her to the dance floor I turned to the young lady. "Would you care to dance?"

"Uh, sure." She answered at least as nervous as her husband or boyfriend had been. I got up with a quiet chuckle and walked her to the dance floor where a medium speed bump and grind song was playing. 

"So, is this your first time at a function like this?" I asked her, just loud enough for her to hear me over the music as I wrapped one arm around her thin waist and pulled her close to me.

"Uh huh. You?"

"Uh huh. So, I saw you at dinner." 

"Yeah. My husband said your wife caught his eye, he thought maybe you two would be a good ice breaker."

"Well, consider the ice broken." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" she answered with a bit brighter smile. 

We continued to dance until the song ended and then I let her slip from my grasp and stand a couple feet from me while the next song started up. It was a bit slower and quieter song and she stepped closer to me this time, pressing her full firm breasts against my chest. "You know?" She said quietly, "I was kind of afraid that you'd start groping me as soon as we got out here."

"Disappointed?"

"No, surprised. I figured that's what all guys did, grope and fuck."

"Well, I can grope you if you think it will make you feel better." I answered her with a soft chuckle.

"You can if you want. I know you're interested."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'm rubbing against a huge bulge in your pants." She said with a girlish giggle.

"So can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Was your goal to look younger than you really are?"

"I kind of thought that was what guys wanted."

"Not all guys." I answered as I slid a hand up her back to her hair. I found the bow of the hair tie that was holding her long brown hair up high on her head and pulled it, sliding it out of her hair and letting her hair fall loose down until it was half way down her back. "There, better." I said as she shook her head to settle her hair.

"You like it better this way?"

"It looks more natural. Less little girlish."

"You don't like little girlish?"

"Sweetie, I have daughters older than you."

"Does that mean you're not interested in me?"

I chuckled softly and pointed to where her husband and my wife were dancing. "Look over there. Isn't that your husband's hand under my wife's dress?"

"Uh huh."

"So men are men. I'm not going to say no if you want to experience an older man. Is that what you're asking? To experience sex with an older man?"

"Well, I guess kinda. That was Tom's idea anyway. He said that he thought we should see what other people are like. Our sex life hasn't been the greatest."

"I see." I answered quietly, sliding my hands down her back to her butt. I gently squeezed her tight round ass, pulling her harder against me. "Is this more like what you expected?"

"A little." 

"Well, there are two ways to do things, you can grope, or you can seduce. I personally prefer the second." I said quietly, sliding one hand up from her butt, leaving the other resting on her round curves while I moved the first up between us, gently cupping her spandex covered breast with my hand. "No bra, huh?" 

"No, Tom thought it might be easier access without one."

"It is that." I whispered, holding her tit in my hand and stroking my thumb back and forth across her nipple. The song ended and we continued to stand against each other until the next song started. Fortunately it was another nice slow song and I was able to continue to stroke her quickly hardening nipple.

"That feels nice." She cooed softly. "I like your touch."

"Thank you." I answered as she moved one hand from my back to her own side. She teased the material of the spandex down off her breast so my hand was pressing on her bare skin. 

"That better?"

"Much." I answered quietly as the song continued. 

"Mmmmmmm you are getting me so turned on." She said, sliding a hand between us and feeling my hard cock through my pants. "Is this really as big as it feels?"

"You're welcome to find out." I could almost feel her grin as she unzipped my pants and slipped a hand inside. 

"No underwear either. I guess we're twins."

"Seems so." I said as her hand closed around my shaft and played with me inside my pants. "If you keep that up I'm going to have to find someplace to fuck you."

"That's the idea, isn't it? You succeeded in getting me really wet." She said as the song ended.

"So it is." I said, taking her by the hand and walking her to the table we had been at. I grabbed a chair and carried it around behind one of the planters, setting it down. I pulled my cock out of my pants, letting my long fat pole stick out at her as I sat down. "Come here." I coaxed, pulling her hips toward me so she had to straddle me. I felt the hotness of her wet pussy press against my cock under her mini skirt, her left tit still hanging out. I reached for her top and pulled it slowly down to her waist, exposing her C cup breasts and hard perky nipples. I leaned her back a little, wrapping an arm around her back to hold her against my hard shaft as I lowered my face to her chest, sucking the whole front of one tit into my mouth.

"Oh damn." She whispered as I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple. 

I sucked and teased one tit and then changed to the other, repeating the sensations of my tongue pressing against her areola and nipple at the same time. The longer I spent working on her breasts the more her hips seemed to move, grinding her wet pussy against my cock. I left it up to her to signal when she was ready and knew she was when she tried to lift herself up to get my head between her soaking wet lips.

"I hope this fits." She said quietly, standing herself up over my lap and reaching down for my cock. She wrapped her hand around it and then rubbed my head around her lips, teasing it between them and then slowly pressing herself down on my mushroom head. "Ohhhhhh god." She moaned softly as she tried to push more of me into her, only my head and an inch or two of me sticking inside her tight confines.

"Just sit there and relax." I coached, sliding a hand between us and putting my hand on her bare mound. I slipped my thumb down to the top of her pussy and gently massaged the protruding hooded clit, working it in circles with my thumb while she sat mostly still on me. 

The longer I worked her clit the more she felt inclined to move, her hips rocking slowly and her legs lifting and lowering herself on and off my shaft. It wasn't long before she had all of me inside her excited pussy, her soft moans and gasps becoming more and more punctuated with each passing moment.

"Oh god....you know....exactly....what to.....do....... to me!" She gasped brokenly as she rode up and down, my thumb still stroking her clit and my other hand now up on one exposed breast, squeezing and twisting the nipple. "Oh fuck I'm going to come!" she squeaked as her body trembled and tensed over me. A long slow groan escaped her lips as her pussy contracted around me, her vaginal muscles rippling and trying to draw me deeper into her tight tunnel.

"Ohhhh god that felt good. I wish you could teach my husband to do that."

"He'll learn as long as he pays attention to your body. That's all it is really, just reading your body and trying to maximize the pleasure for you."

"But what about you? You haven't come yet."

"No, I'll have my turn, and now you have your choice. See I pleasured you, now you can choose your method of pleasuring me."

"What if I just decide not to and go away?"

"That's your choice too. But it doesn't happen too often."

"And with his cock, it shouldn't happen at all." I heard a familiar female voice say from behind me, causing the young lady on my lap to quickly pull her spandex top up to cover her tits. "Oh don't worry sweetie, you don't have to be bashful around me." Joan, the redhead from the pool said as she stepped around the planter and leaned against the side of my chair.

Joan was wearing a tight fitting red dress that looked more like a long wide strip of material wrapped around her body. Her nice sized tits were covered by a strip of material running across her chest which seemed to wrap around her back and stop on her right side at a large silver clasp. The skirt was equally tight fitting, looking like a wider strip that wrapped around her the other direction, also wrapping up her body and meeting the upper piece at the clasp, leaving two wide sections of her creamy white body exposed below her sexy breasts and above the form fitting skirt. It looked to me like I could easily slide the skirt up and the top down off her breasts and have access to all her best spots within moments.

"Go ahead stud. I know exactly what you're thinking."

"Really? What's that?"

"You're thinking you want to pull my top down and suck my nipples like you just did to this young lady. You can if you want." She said sliding her hands up to her top and starting to slowly roll the material down over her tits. "If I were you I'd just ride him until he comes. You could suck him, but trust me, that cock is trip fantastic!"

"I'm not sure I can like this." She said shyly.

"Joan."

"Oh shush. This is lady talk. One of us is going to get to ride that cock, the only question is which one?"

"I can't" the young lady said, quickly standing up off my lap and almost running away.

"Joan, that wasn't nice."

"No, but I hated to see that cock go to waste, she said as she pulled the little dress up to her waist, revealing a pair of tiny red panties. She quickly skimmed them down and stepped out of them, playfully laying them across my shoulder as she swung her leg over my lap, reaching down and guiding my cock toward her pussy. "Ohhhhh yeah. Perfect." She moaned as she wiggled her hips to work herself down over my shaft. 

"I guessed you'd try to find me." I said as she began to slide herself up and down my shaft.

"You guessed right." She said as she pushed her hands down past her crotch to undo my belt and pants. "Push these down a bit, okay sweetie? I like how you feel against me, not your pants."

"Okay." I answered, working my pants down to my thighs so she was resting her bare ass on my legs. 

"Ohhhhh much better." She cooed as she started sliding up and down again, slowly, her hands moving to my shoulders as she leaned her chest toward me. "I saw how nicely you sucked that cute girl's nipples. Wanna try that on mine a while?"

"Sure." I answered, looping my arms around her back and pulling her shoulders down closer to me, and her tits to my mouth. "Right there." I said, sliding my hands around her to her chest and cupping both tits, squeezing them into fat cones, her hard nipples pointing to my mouth. I closed my lips around the front of her left breast and sucked deeply, drawing as much of her soft flesh into my mouth as I could, swirling my tongue around the sides of the hard nipple, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

I released her tit with a loud slurp and then moved to the other, sucking it in like the first and teasing her nipple as she continued to ride up and down my fat shaft, her hips rocking with each stroke so that as she slid down there was more pressure on the underside of my head and less on her upward stroke. The effect was quickly pushing me up the slope toward climax.

"You trying to make me come?" I groaned as I released her tit from my mouth.

"No more than you're trying to make me come! I want you to fill my hot little pussy. You're my first fuck tonight and I want it to be your cum deep inside me when I do it with anyone else."

"Is that why the panties?" I asked.

"Uh huh." She moaned. "Gotta catch you before you get away."

I let go of one of her tits and slid my hand down to our laps, pressing my finger against her wet lips, causing her clit to slide up and down my finger as she rode me. "Oh shit. No fair." She gasped at the first stroke down on my finger.

"Gotta make you climax before I do." I grunted, trying to hold back the sensations building deep inside me.

"Not if I can help it." She grunted, bouncing a bit harder on my finger. "Come on sexy. Fill my hot little cunt with your cream!" She said quietly, screwing her face up and wrinkling her nose as she tried to contain her own approaching orgasm. "Ohhhhh yeah. I can feel your cock getting fatter. I can feel all that hot cum boiling up inside you, just trying to squirt into my hot little cunt! Ohhhh yeah. Here it comes...I can feel it. Ohhhhhh OHHHHH...YESSSSSSS!" She hissed loudly as my body jerked under her, my hard cock pumping a surge of my hot cum up into her pussy. 

I felt her body tense, her legs and arms trembling as she sat on me. She let her breath out in a long slow moan of pleasure that seemed to last forever as my body jerked several more times, jamming my cock all the way into her before the next surge of hot cum pumped up into her.

"Ohhhhhhhh god yes." She moaned as she leaned herself forward, pressing her bare tits into my face. I opened my mouth and sucked one of her tits into my mouth and gently closed my teeth on her nipple, nipping it slightly and making her jump in surprise. Before she could pull her tit from my mouth I flicked my tongue across the hard nub and teased it. "You are so naughty!" She breathed as her body began to relax from the sudden second peak of her orgasm. "So wonderfully naughty. Your wife must absolutely love what you do to her."

"Sometimes, just not often enough." I said as I gently kissed each of her soft tits. 

"Too bad, If you were mine I'd never be able to get enough of this cock."

"I appreciate the compliment." I answered as she pushed herself back. 

"Hand me those panties now sweetie." She said, holding her hand out for the panties that had slipped off my shoulder to the floor. I reached down and handed them to her. She carefully slipped one foot into the panties and then quickly lifted herself up off of me, sticking her other foot in and sliding them up to capture the cum leaking from her. "Oh these are gonna be sooooo wet all night."

She pulled her skirt down and then knelt down in front of me and leaned over my lap quickly closing her mouth around my softening cock. "It's just polite to clean up a good cock after a cum like that." She said, taking a quick break from her oral ministrations to my cock. "Besides, it's a fun one to make hard."

"I can't believe there's anything left to get hard." I said as I enjoyed her mouth.

"Well stud, I don't know how many times you did it today, but it looks like there's at least one more in there yet." She said with a smile releasing my half hard cock. "Time to stand." She coaxed, letting me stand up in front of her. She pulled my pants up, buttoned them and closed the belt, leaving my cock sticking out my fly. "I should just leave it like that." She said with a grin, standing up and pulling her top back over her tits. "But then I'd just ruin the fun for someone else to get it out."

"I suppose." I answered as she coaxed my shaft back onto my pants and carefully zipped them up. 

She stepped to me, pressed her body against mine and gave me a long wet kiss. "If you decide you need a bed partner tonight, I'm available." She whispered.

"What about your husband?"

"He's already found a friend for tonight. Me, I'm on the hunt. I wouldn't even mind if I team up with your wife. Maybe I can teach her a thing or two."

"Maybe you could. I'll keep it in mind."

"You do that." She whispered before giving me another kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth and teasing mine before she pulled away. "Hope to see you later stud!"

"Bye Joan." I said, as she walked away. 

I found our table, and the drinks I had left there, quickly downing what was left of mine before heading to the bar for another. This time I just got a soft drink, already feeling the alcohol from the last one swirling around my head.

I looked around for my wife and found her dancing on the floor with a guy, the fast song allowing her to shimmy and shake her big tits in the dress, the hem of which had somehow worked up to the bottom of her ass, exposing her pussy to anyone who cared to look, which seemed to be several guys besides the one she was dancing with. I had no idea what happened to the young guy she started with.

"You seem to be popular tonight." A tall thin oriental woman said, stepping up to the table and sitting down in a chair close to me, her long slender legs crossing sexily. 

"That's some dress." I said, admiring the outfit she had on.

"You like it?" She asked, standing up and turning a full circle for me. The dress was a soft pink material that ran from the top of her breasts down to mid-thigh in a slightly hourglass shape, leaving her sides bare from neck to toes. The back of the dress was a similarly shaped, thought it started much lower, at mid back. The sides of the dress were little more than two sections of pink lace, one up near her breasts, the other from low on her hip to the hem of the dress. There was no doubt from the outfit that she couldn't be wearing either panties, bra or stockings. 

"Yeah I do." I answered.

"Cool." She said, swinging her long black hair over one shoulder so it hung down nearly to one of the nipples protruding through the material. "Care to dance? Or would you just like to go find a quiet corner and play a little?"

"Um. Kind of forward isn't it?"

"A bit, but then I'm not known for my subtlety. I've been watching you since you walked in. So far you've spent more time making two women climax than you have dancing. I figure if you're that popular I might as well see if I can play a little. Of course if you prefer to play while we dance..." she said, letting the obvious invitation taper off to a seductive look.

"It might not hurt to dance. A little recovery time would be nice." I said as I got up.

"Oh sweetie, you don't need any recovery time." She said, stepping over to me and wrapping one arm around my neck and the other down to my pants where she squeezed my quickly hardening cock. "Ohhhh not at all. But if you wanna dance, how about right here?" She said as she started moving with the music, rubbing her full breasts against my chest as her hand stroked my cock through my pants.

I moved my hands to her hips, feeling her bare skin moving under my hands as she swayed. 

"Feel free to explore all you want." She cooed, continuing to rub her body against mine.

With a little inward shrug I let my hands slide up her sides, without difficulty slipping inside the exposed sides of the dress until I could cup both her soft full breasts inside the dress. Her nipples were indeed rock hard, and her tits were just a little bit more than my large hands could cup, each firm and round, definitely not needing a bra for support. She seemed to enjoy the sensations of my hands on her warm tits as she unzipped my pants and slipped a hand inside.

"Mmmmmmm, such a nice fat dick." She cooed as she wrapped her delicate little hand around as much of me as she could. She wormed my cock out of my pants, holding it between us and wrapping both hands around it to stroke its length. "Oh yeah. No need for a rest. This cock is already up to the challenge."




Lessons Ch. 05



"You wanna just throw down here, or what?" I asked jokingly.

"Mmmmm a challenge huh? I'm up for dirty dancing, how about you?" She said in a low seductive voice as she pushed my cock downward, letting go of it as she stepped even closer, her hands moving to her dress and hiking the skirt portion up several inches. I could feel my hard cock pressing against her hot wet pussy as she began swaying to the music, my cock trapped between her legs and pussy. "Oh yeah. Been a while since I played this game. Who comes first? You, or me? I'm willing to bet I can make you cum before I do." She said as she rocked her legs as she swayed to the music, stroking my cock with her thighs while her pussy rubbed back and forth an inch or so along the top.

"So that's the game? To see who comes first?" I asked squeezing her nipples harder while I twisted them like little knobs inside the dress.

"Oooooooh yeah. Now that's how to play the game. That sends a tingle all the way to my pussy! Nice move sweetie. Got any more tricks like that?"

"I bet I can think of a few." I said as I pulled my hands from her dress and slid them up her arms. I hooked my thumbs in the tiny straps going over her shoulders and slid them down her arms, pulling farther down until the front of her dress started to slide down with it. I didn't stop until the top of the dress was barely hanging on, hooked only by her rock hard nipples. I slipped my hands around to her back and then down, cupping her firm round tush under the edge of the skirt. "Try this one." I said, lifting her up slightly, causing her to stand on her tiptoes in the high heels and sliding my body down along hers. 

My motion pulled the front of her dress down clear of her firm round breasts, allowing me to suck one of her tits into my mouth, my teeth closing on her nipple and tugging it upward as I started to slide upward.

"OHHHHHH yeah, that's a nice trick." She moaned as my cock pressed up into her pussy and started forcing its way into her tunnel. "Ohhhhhhh don't stop, please don't stop." She moaned as my shaft slid inch by inch into her, finally stopping when my thighs were tightly pressed against hers.

"Now let's see how you like my dancing!" I grinned, sliding one hand from her bare ass, exposed under her hiked up skirt, around to her front, cupping and squeezing one of her tits. I rocked my hips side to side, sliding my cock in and out of her as she arched her back to keep herself pushed down on to my shaft.

"Ohhhh yeah, now this is a dance." She moaned as the song we were playing to ended. 

With the music gone she rocked her hips slightly, keeping me moving inside her tunnel, little gasps and groans slipping from her. The next tune started, a quicker, almost rock, tune. I let go of her tit and moved both hands to her hips, holding them as I pushed and pulled on her, driving my cock in and out of her pussy the few inches I was able to get it into her.

"You wanna really dance?" She asked, suddenly pulling off my shaft. She spun on her heels and bent over, reaching between her legs for my lubricated cock and aimed it at her pussy as she pushed back against me. "Ohhhhhh fuck yes." She moaned as I drove deep into her. She held onto the chair in front of her as I plunged my cock in and out of her, drawing little squeaks and quiet little gasps of pleasure from her as I banged my thighs into hers, only the layers of material from our clothes muting the slap of our bodies.

"Oh shit oh mother fucking shit!" She moaned. "You might just win this one stud!" 

"Yeah?"

"UH huh!" she squeaked as her legs began to tremble, her body making little jerking motions. "Ohhhh fuck me fuck me fuck me!" she groaned as my cock continued to plunge in and out of her pussy.

I wasn't surprised I hadn't come, not after all the sex I'd had the last day, but I had to admit I came damn close fucking her like that. Finally, with her orgasm done, I pulled from her and let her stand up and helped her fix her dress.

"You know. That's the best dance fuck I've had in quite a while. Too many guys these days want to just bang away and forget how much fun it can be to play dirty. If you wanna slip away later and go fuck in the elevator or something, just give me a wink, I think you're a fun fucker."

"Sure thing." I answered as she undid my pants enough to tuck my still hard cock back in my pants. 

"You sure you don't want me to finish this job?" She asked, giving it a playful squeeze before pulling her hand out of my pants.

"Maybe later. Think up something really interesting and maybe you can entice me to give you another ride." I said as she leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh trust me, that's an offer I can definitely get into!" She said with a huge smile. "I'll be back."

I plopped down into my chair heavily after she had walked off, still trying to get my heart rate and breathing down to where it belongs. My wife strode purposefully toward me, grabbed the back of the chair I was sitting in, and with a big grin, swung one leg over me, mounting me like a horse. She settled down on my lap, facing me, her hands moving to clasp behind my neck.

"Well, you certainly drew some attention with that....ummm..dance?" She said, still grinning.

"Why was that?"

"Well, everyone was watching to start with, but when you just spun her around and started fucking her...well, that got a lot more attention. I guess she's some local celebrity or something and she picks what she thinks will be a really good one and then teases the shit out of them. Sometimes she lets them have her, other times she decides they didn't do enough to entice her and she leaves 'em hanging. Not too often does she just out and out fuck like that."

"Well, I hadn't planned on being a spectacle." I said. "Changing the subject, what happened to that guy we flashed off in the restaurant?"

"OH him! I was having a great time teasing the shit out of him. I had his cock out and stuck between my legs, just sliding it between my thighs and rubbing my pussy along it as we danced, and when I pulled the front of my dress down to give him access, he lost it. He shot his load all over, half of it running down the back of my legs and the rest on the dance floor. He was so embarrassed he ran off without even putting his cock back in his pants." My wife said with a giggle.

I reached my hands up and tugged the front of her dress down, exposing her bare breasts. Wrapping my hands around as much of them as I could I squeezed and played with them for a moment. "Who would ever be turned on by these?" I asked with a chuckle before lifting one high enough to suck her nipple into my mouth.

"Ohhhhh naughty boy!" My wife giggled as I sucked and teased her nipple.

"You love it and you know it. Sitting here getting your tits played with in public."

"Yeah, I do." She admitted, giggling again as I sucked her other nipple into my mouth.

"Hi." I heard a female voice say from behind me.

"Hi." My wife replied while I pulled my mouth from her tit.

"I'm Suzanne and this my husband Eric. You're husband and wife, aren't you?"

"Yeah." My wife answered cautiously.

"Well, we were wondering if you wanted to take a turn in the box with us?"

"In the box?" My wife asked quizzically. "What's that?"

"It's a little ice breaker game for couples. You pair up with each others spouses and go into two adjacent booths. There's a spinner in the back that tells you what to do to who. There are holes in the wall between the cubicles and each couple has to hold one of their spouses hands while they do whatever the spinner came up with. It's timed and then after that if no one else is waiting you can go again, or you can do other things. It kind of gives you a chance to decide if you want to keep playing with that couple or not."

"I don't know." My wife said cautiously. "What kind of things?"

"Ohhhh oral on each other, mutual masturbation, outright sex, that kind of thing."

"Sounds interesting. Wanna try one time?" I asked my wife.

She looked at me and then shrugged. "Sure why not."

MY wife climbed off my lap and we followed Suzanne and Eric to the booth. They were in their mid forties by my guess, Eric in slacks and a button down shirt, and Suzanne in a rather interesting dress. The dress was what you would expect for shape in any minidress, slim, snug, covering her body from neck to thigh....except of course for a V shaped section of translucent mesh material running from her neck to the hemline on each side. The V allowed the sides of her breasts to be exposed as well as make it very clear that there was nothing under the dress but her. 

They led us to a little structure in one corner of the room, and held the doors open for us. Each room was approximately four foot square, and as they had said, the partition between them contained a number of four inch diameter holes that hands could be stuck through. My wife entered with Eric and I held the door to our side open for Suzanne.

"Oh cool." I said as Suzanne spun a spinner mounted to the back wall. It had a wide variety of things depicted, from cocks and breasts, to pairs of hands, to hands and various body parts and mouths and various body parts. Our spinner landed on the pair of hands.

"Ohhhhhh nice." Suzanne said quietly. "We're not supposed to tell the other side what we got. That means hands anywhere. The idea is to use your one available hand to tease anyplace on the other person. The idea isn't to get them to climax, it's supposed to encourage the couples to continue outside of here with their play." 

"Ready?" Eric asked from the other side, sticking a hand through the wall. My wife's hand appeared moments later, the two hands at very different heights and the two obviously facing each other.

I reached out and took my wife's hand while Suzanne took her husbands and then a little beeper sounded. 

"Have fun!" Suzanne whispered as she immediately went for my belt and pants. With the dress she was wearing it only took me a moment to pull the material up, exposing a pair of nice D cup breasts, her hard nipples centered in two dark pink areola, the hard nubs pointing slightly upward as her breasts sagged slightly. Her mound was covered with a neatly trimmed matt of dark brown curls shaped in a triangle, pointing down to her pussy. She stepped her feet apart for me and allowed my fingers to slide down between her legs feeling her inner lips protruding from her taught firm outer lips. With a little grin to myself I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth while I began to slowly stroke her pussy with my finger.

I wondered what my wife and Eric had drawn, but figured it out pretty quickly by the height and motions of my wife's hand. The grunts and groans of Eric made it clear he was enjoying fucking my wife's tits in the next cubicle.

I did my best to tease Suzanne, sliding a finger between her lips and rubbing her clit, but to be honest, I just didn't get the feeling she was all that into what we had drawn. "Not enjoying it?" I whispered.

"Well, to be honest, I was hoping for something else." She whispered back as the electronic beeper went off ending out time in the little booth.

I pulled my pants back up and Suzanne pulled her dress down before we left the cubicle.

"Say Mike, do you mind if I dance with your wife a time or two?" 

I looked at Nancy and she gave a little shrug. "If you want to." I said. "Suzanne and I are just going to sit this one out I think."

"Ok, don't have too much fun." Eric said as he led my wife off toward the dance floor.

"Okay, so what is it you really wanted?" I asked as I turned to look at her.

She gave me a little grin and took my hand, pulling me along through the tables, about half the length of the room, before she drew me behind a partition. She turned to face me and quickly stripped her dress off, dropping it on the floor next to her, leaving her completely nude. She stepped to me and began to pull my shirt out of my pants and push it up my body. 

"What I really want to do is get you completely naked and dance with you. That little dance you did with Nina was soooo fucking hot!"

"Ah, I see." I answered as I held my hands up, letting her push my shirt up and off. "And you're not worried about being naked here?"

"I rather suspect there are more naked couples all over than you realize. No one is going to care." She said as she undid my pants and then quickly sunk to the floor to pull my shoes and pants off, leaving me in just my stocks. "Here, I'll show you." She said, stepping out from behind the partition and the plant we were secreted behind, pulling me by the hand right out into the open. She turned to face me, reached for my hard cock, and pushing it down, stepped against me, trapping my cock between her legs. She put her arms around my neck, pulled her big soft tits against my chest and her hot lips against mine.

As she kissed me wetly, she began swaying to the music, working her thighs slightly to both rock her body and to stroke my cock that was between her legs. As the song progressed, her kiss became more and more amorous, her lips sucking mine, her tongue darting into my mouth and her hot breath becoming heavier and deeper as her arousal built.

"Ohhhh fuck I'm loving this." She moaned, her lips only a fraction of an inch from mine. "Do you want to fuck me? Do I have you turned on so much you want to stick your big hard cock into me and fuck me while we dance?"

"Hell yes." I whispered back, more than a little turned on.

With a grin she stepped back from me, allowing my pussy juice covered cock to stick out in full view. She spun in my arms and pulled my hands to her tits, pressing them against her soft mounds as she backed up against me. Lifting herself on her tiptoes she let go of one of my hands and slipped hers between us, grabbing my cock and pushing it down until she could nestle the head between her lips. She arched her back and bent over slightly, pushing back against me and forcing her pussy over my rigid shaft. As she slid back she straightened up, pressing her ass and back against me. 

She began swaying again, our combined motion teasing my cock in and out and sideways in her pussy, while my hands kneaded and squeezed her soft tits. Her deep ragged breathing told me just how turned on she was, and the feelings deep inside told me just exactly how much her soft wet pussy was exciting my cock.

I let go of one breast and slid a hand down to her pussy, finding her exposed hard little clit with my finger. I began rubbing it in little circles, eliciting little gasps and moans from her as we continued to dance fuck in full view of anyone who wanted to watch, not that I cared at all at that moment.

"I'm going to come." I groaned into her ear as she wiggled herself against me, moving my cock around inside her.

"Good." She moaned. "Fill my pussy. Make me come on your hard cock!"

"Oh shit." I grunted after only another minute or so, my body jerking and spewing into her pussy. The hot surge of juices triggering the orgasm that was apparently holding ever so close.

"YESSSSSS!" she hissed loudly as her body trembled in my hands, her pussy contracting around my hard dick as my cock jerked and twitched trying to pump what little cum I seemed to have left into her.

She continued to rock, her chest heaving raggedly and her body shaking for at least two minutes before she finally began to relax. She moved one hand to the one I had between her legs and pressed it to mine, coaxing me to stop what I was doing there. We continued to rock with each other through the end of that song, what was it the third one since we started? Only after it ended did she pull off my cock and lead me back around the partition. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, her lips sucking mine and her tongue sliding into my mouth again.

"That felt incredible. Fucking right out in the open like that? I've always wanted to try that. God it was such a turn on. I came soooooo hard around you. I may have to try that again some time."

"You never did that before? I thought you said you did it all the time and no one would notice."

"Oh, I'm sure they noticed, but no, I lied, I've never tried it before. It was you and Nina that made me wonder what it would feel like. I figured if you did it with her, maybe you'd do it with me too. I'm glad you did. It felt incredible. I was getting so turned on knowing that everyone could see you fondling my tits, knowing your big cock was inside me but not able to see it? Ohhh god! I'm getting turned on again just thinking about it." She said, grinding her tits and hips against me. "Maybe we should go right out on the dance floor nude!"

"I think they would frown on that." I said quietly as the music for a much faster tune blared out, picking up tempo as it progressed.

"Come on." She said, stepping back and wiggling her body to the music, her tits swinging back and forth as she moved closer and then farther from me, her hands holding mine.

"I don't think...." I started to say again as she pulled me from behind the screen, shaking her body and pulling me along as she backed her way toward the dance floor. A few people whistled and cheered as she worked us all the way to the edge of the dance floor before letting go of my hands, her body twisting and shaking to the rock tune. 

For my part I felt embarrassed and barely moved as she wiggled her body closer to me, grinding her pussy against my leg as she took my hands again and tried to encourage me to move with her.

"Come on Mike. Dance with me!" She said with a crooked grin. "You're going to get a reputation that you can't dance!"

I moved a bit with her as the song progressed and was surprised when Nina danced her way over to the two of us, wiggling and shimmying as she inserted herself into our dance to make us a threesome. She reached out for one of my hands and one of Suzanne's drawing us both close to her and putting one of each of our hands on the hem of her dress. "Take it off!" she shouted over the loud music.

I looked at Suzanne, who looked back at me stunned. The two of us together pulled the dress up her body. She lifted her arms over her head and rocked and wiggled herself down until her legs were splayed wide and her ass was nearly to the floor. With her dress off she wiggled her way back up again, her tits shaking and bouncing as she worked closer to the two of us, her body finally rubbing against the two of us.

"Oh yeah. Now this is more like it!" She laughed loudly as everyone stood around and watched the three of us "dance". 

The song finally faded and was replaced with a much slower, more sensual, song. I tried to slip back toward the wall, but Nina grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward her. "Don't go! We were just starting to really have some fun!"

"I thought we weren't supposed to have obvious nudity in the open!" I answered back.

Nina rolled her eyes. "Who's going to tell me I can't. Tell you what, you make me come again, this time right here on the dance floor, and I'll give you and your wife a thousand dollars." She said as she started swaying, holding her hands over her head as she slowly undulated her hips, her face sporting a sultry "come fuck me" look.

"This isn't my wife." I answered her as she ground her body against mine.

"OH really? That's even more interesting. Where is she?" She asked, dropping her arms and wrapping one around me.

"Over there." I said, pointing to where my wife was standing with a tall gentleman behind her, his hands down the front of her dress.

"Come here." Nina called, crooking her finger in my wife's direction. "Come on."

My wife looked at me curiously as she removed the hands down her dress and stepped over to us.

"You're his wife?" Nina asked as she stood with her bare hip against mine. 




Lessons Ch. 05



"Yeah." My wife answered as Nina started to rock her hips sensually again, letting go of me and swaying her way over in front of my wife. 

"Wanna join us?" Nina asked quietly, reaching down to my wife's dress hem and pulling slowly up, exposing her stocking tops and then her bare pussy. "Oh nice." Nina cooed as she continued to pull the dress up. "Very nice!" She said as she pulled my wife's dress up and off, dropping it on the floor next to hers.

She wrapped an arm around my wife's waist and then rocked her body against her, mushing and teasing her hard nipples against my wife's big soft tits.

"Come on, dance with us." Nina coaxed. "I'll give your husband a thousand dollars if he makes me climax right here in front of everyone. I'll do the same for you if you come too."

My wife looked at her incredulously. Me make her climax in front of everyone? I had a hunch that she would have let me do that for free! "You're on!" My wife answered suddenly. 

Nina smiled back at her and then took her hands, dancing the two of them back the few feet to me, Nina lifting one of their joined arms to loop it over my head.

"You heard her, make her come!" My wife said with a grin. "I'll just keep myself busy till it's my turn." She said letting go of Nina's hands and reaching down for my cock.

"I'll make it worth your while if you can get his cock hard again so I can ride him." Nina said as I slid my hands up and down her body. "Ok stud! Make it a good one! I don't want any little aw shucks climax. I want a big hard one that shakes me to my core!"

I looked at her trying to really get my head around what was happening. 

"Come on stud! You said come up with something interesting, how wicked is this? You still game?" Nina asked with a laugh.

I took a breath, stepped to her and bent over quickly, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth as I slid a hand down between her legs, cupping her pussy with my fingers. 

"That's it. Go for it!" Nina giggled as I started to stroke her pussy, working my fingers in between her lips. She spread her legs a little farther for me, giving up on any attempt at dancing as I pushed a finger deep into her pussy. "Ohhhh yeah, that's more like it." She moaned as I pushed my finger in as far as I could, curling it to the top of her tunnel and rubbing around looking for just the right spot. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah." She groaned as the music ended. Another song started but no one was paying attention, all eyes seemed to be on us. 

I was bent over, sucking one tit and then the other, while my wife reached around me and stroked and played with my cock. I heard a squeal and looked up, finding Suzanne standing next to us, one of Nina's hands squeezing one of her big tits as she moved back in toward her, their lips closing against each other sexily. If my wife was having any trouble getting my cock hard, she wasn't any longer. I could feel my cock swell and harden as I watched the two kiss wetly.

I felt my wife pressing her body against mine from behind, her tits pressing against my back. "Fuck her. Make her cum and then fuck me until I come. Make me cum right in front of everyone!" She whispered, pushing me forward with her hips. 

With an assenting grin, I pulled my fingers from Nina's pussy and stepped back in front of her. I lifted one of her legs and stepped against her as she tried to balance herself, supporting herself with one hand on Suzanne. This just wasn't going to work.

I looked at Suzanne's husband, "Get me one of those tables."

"Hell yes." He said with a grin. It only took a few moments before one of the round tables had been pulled out to the dance floor, the crowd gathering back around it to watch. I pushed Nina back until her ass pressed on the table edge and then reached down for her legs, tipping her back and making her break her embrace with Suzanne.

I stepped between her legs as I lifted them, pressing my cock against her completely exposed pussy. She looked at me over her tits and between her legs, hungrily waiting for what was coming next.

"Ohhhhhh fuck yes!" She squealed loudly as I pressed my head down between her lips and pushed it slowly into her. "Ohhhh god yes. Fuck me, Fuck me hard!" 

I started pounding my cock into her, driving my shaft its full length into her and banging against the end of her soft hot tunnel with each stroke. Her tits, somewhat flattened as she lay on her back, wiggled and moved in wild little circles as my hips slapped against her bare ass, her legs sticking up in the air on either side of my head. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and spread her legs farther apart, intending on reaching down and finding her clit with one hand. I never got the chance. 

I nearly stopped fucking Nina when Suzanne climbed on the table, still as nude as when we had been dancing, and crawled over Nina, pushing her pussy down at Nina's face and lowering her own face down between Nina's legs. 

"OH FUCK!" Nina cried as Suzanne licked her exposed clit. "FUCK ME FUCK ME HARD!" Nina cried loudly.

I plunged in and out of her pussy, slamming into her as her legs started to shudder. I could feel her pussy contracting and spasming around me as she moaned loudly into Suzanne's pussy. Her hips tried to lift toward me with each stroke, Suzanne having trouble keeping her mouth on Nina's clit with all her bucking and wiggling. Nina finally pulled her face from Suzanne's pussy, cried loudly that she was coming and then went rigid for long seconds before she started moaning again.

I felt her pussy relax, knowing that she was done, but also knowing I owed my wife a similar climax.

"Your turn." I said as pulled from Nina and turned to my wife. I drew her around in front of me and lifted her onto the table. She leaned back on her elbows, clearly nervous, but also not objecting. 

I pushed my pussy cum lubricated cock easily into my wife, driving myself in until my hips pressed against her ass. "OH fuck I don't believe I'm doing this." She moaned quietly, moving her hands to her face and covering her eyes.

"You wanted to show off. Can't show off much more than this." I grunted as I started slamming into her pussy, the whole table shaking with each impact. 

The table started to move back at me, drawing my attention to the other side of the round table, seeing a woman looking lustily at me, her tits hanging down and swinging as a guy stood behind her pounding himself into her from behind.

"We have company." I grunted to my wife, who craned her head to look around her, her face inches from the woman bent over the other side of the table. 

"Oh damn." My wife said, as the woman continued to look at me, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips, her blue dress pushed up around her shoulders so that she appeared naked from her tits to her thighs. "I think we started something."

"Uh huh." I grunted. "But you better think less about that and more about this or I'm going to get there before you do."

"Play with my clit." My wife grunted, looking back at me. "You know what I like. Make me come!"

She was right, after thirty years I did know what she liked...or at least I thought I did. Lately there had been a lot of 'new' in that category, but what made her climax probably hadn't changed all that much. I slid my hand around her thigh and began stroking my thumb across her hard exposed clit, her hands moving to her tits to squeeze them. The lady across the table reached out and grabbed one of my wife's tits and began to squeeze and knead it, pulling and twisting her nipple.

"Ohhh damn." I grunted as the lady across the table started to climax, the look on her face telegraphing the surge of pleasure running through her body as she pushed herself up, allowing me a nice view of her big swinging tits.

"Shit, I'm going to come!" I groaned, closing my eyes and trying to prevent the inevitable.

"DO it. I'm right there! DO IT DOOOO IT OHHHHH FUCK YEESSSSS!" My wife screamed suddenly, her pussy spasming around my cock and sending me over the top. MY body jerked, driving my cock into her as far as the edge of the table would allow. It didn't really know that there wasn't anything left to pump, but it still tried, my cock jerking and twitching inside my wife as if it was unloading into her. 

I stood panting, looking over at Nina and Suzanne, still locked in their sixty nine, Suzanne clearly climaxing on Nina's face as she moaned and ground her pussy against Nina.

I pulled from my wife after a few minutes, helping her off the table, both of us wasted. I helped her find her dress and then we went to find my clothes and get dressed.

"I think I'm done for the night." I said quietly as I tightened my belt.

"I know I am. I don't think my pussy can take another fucking." My wife agreed.

We were half way to the door when Suzanne ran up, still naked and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me hungry, her face smelling like fresh pussy. "Stop, don't leave yet." She said as she broke the kiss.

"Why not?"

"Nina asked me to stop you. So I am." She said. "Do I have to undress you again to get you to stay?" She asked with a laugh.

"No you don't. Besides, I think you used me up tonight." I answered as my wife stepped to my side.

"There you are. I didn't want you to leave until I could talk to you, but Suzanne here was keeping me busy. I want you two to stop by tomorrow morning. I'm in room six oh one. I owe you some money at the very least."

"No, you don't, honestly." I answered.

"Yeah I do. I've been coming here for years, playing with the guys here, but I haven't had as much fun as this before. Most guys would either be afraid to be seen with me in public or want to be seen with me so much that they fall all over themselves. You were refreshingly fun." She said as she stepped over to my wife. She slipped her arm around my wife's shoulders and pulled her tightly against her. "And your wife, woman, you better not let go of this hunk God can he fuck!"

"Well, thanks! I don't plan on losing him, but well, he's had a lot to compare me against tonight."

"I wouldn't worry. You should have seen the look on his face when he was fucking you on that table. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was seriously emotionally attached to his partner. He read your body like a book. I bet he didn't even realize that he kept changing his stroke until your body responded. No, he was into you girl, not just any old fuck."

"No, I didn't know that." My wife said, looking at me.

"Anyway, I'd like you two to spend the night with me. Would you?"

"I don't know, I think the bed sounds pretty good right now." I answered, not sure if my cock would take any more tonight.

"OH, nooo I know. No, I wanted you to just come spend the night with me. I thought the four of us could take a nice soak in the hot tub and then curl up in bed. I'd kind of like to wake up with your husband in my bed." She said to my wife.

"I don't know."

"Oh what the hell." My wife said quietly. "I wouldn't mind a soak in a hot tub."

"Okay, let me go get my dress." She said as she walked off. "I'll get yours too Suzanne!"

"So who is that exactly that she has trouble with men like that?" My wife asked Suzanne.

"Does London Keys ring a bell?"

"Not really." I answered with a shrug. "Why?"

Suzanne laughed out loud. "It's her stage name. She's a really big porn star." 

"Oh lord." My wife mumbled. "You mean we've just been playing with a porn star? Oh geeze."

"It's that you didn't know." Nina said as she walked up, still naked, carrying two dresses and two pair of high heels. "If you don't want to now, I understand, but I wish you would. It's really hard to have a relationship with normal people when they find out who I am."

"We said we would, I won't go back on that." I said seriously.

"I'm glad." She said sliding up next to me. "Let's head to my room then." She continued, turning me and walking toward the door.

"Don't you want to put that on first?" My wife asked.

Nina gave her a crooked little smile. "Actually, I think I'll go just like this. That way if Mike wants to play in the elevator on the way up he has full access!"

"If she is, so am I!" Suzanne piped in as she followed behind us still wearing absolutely nothing. "You going to join us Nancy?"

"I think I'll wait till we're in the elevator." She answered. " As much as I like it, I think they're going to be watching and I'm not sure I want to push it that far."

"Fair enough." Nina answered, as she led us out of the ballroom and down the hall. She led us to the elevator bank, pushed the button for up and then stepped over to my wife. With a grin she reached out and pulled the top of my wife's dress down, not stopping until she was standing in just her stockings and heels. "There much better." Nina said. "For your age you still have a pretty damn good looking body. You should show it off a lot more. I hope mine ages as well as yours has."

"Uh, thank you." My wife said in surprise. 

"Sure." Nina said as the doors opened. She walked in and turned to look at us. "You coming?"

"I guess so." I said as I stepped into the elevator, the door shutting on me and three good looking naked women that I was going to spend the night with.



Lessons Ch. 06



The weeks rolled by, and soon it was summer vacation.

Now, vacation time is usually pretty chaotic at our house. The house is usually filled with daughters, nieces, and their friends. But this year it was different.

Foe a start, Nicole had a boyfriend, Jason. She had met him at the beach just after the start of her vacation. Then one morning, when she came in to breakfast, she threw her arms around me and said, "Thank you, thank you, Daddy, for l'instruction. It made things so much easier." Nikki went on to tell me that she and Jason had had sex for the first time the previous night. She said that it was his first time, but since I had taught her what to do, it was wonderful for both of them.

I kissed her and said, "That's what l'instruction is for, sweetie."

After that, Nikki wanted to spend almost all of her time with Jason, so we didn't see much of her that summer.

Chantelle spent a lot of her time with Jasmin, but I knew that they were both dating boys, so it seemed that things were working out for them as well.

Then there was our second daughter, Danielle. She was seventeen, the same age as her cousin Celene. They had both been packed off to summer camp. And so that just left our youngest daughter, Christina, and most weekends she had sleepovers at her friends' houses. Suddenly the house seemed very empty.

One advantage of the empty house, of course, was that Sylvia, Gabrielle and I could get together, which we did often. Gabrielle was just as passionate a lover as was Sylvia, and I loved fucking them both. My favourite position was to have them lie next to each other on the bed, and I would fuck Sylvia for a few strokes, and then I would fuck Gabrielle for a few strokes. I found that I could last a long time like this, and when I was ready to cum I would spray spunk all over them both.

It was a great summer.

Eventually the summer came to an end. Danielle and Celene returned from camp, and soon it was time for Nikki to leave for college.

There were tears, of course. I knew that this day would come, and I had prepared myself, but Sylvia was a mess for a few days. And as Chantelle was also off to college, Gabrielle was in the same state. I comforted them both in the usual way.

***

The months rolled by, and then one evening in bed, Sylvia said to me, "I spoke to Danielle today about l'instruction."

Danielle! I'd almost forgotten that she would be eighteen soon.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She was surprised, of course," replied Sylvia. "She asked if you had given l'instruction to Nikki, and I told her that you had. Then she went quiet. I'm not sure what she wants to do about it."

"Well, her birthday isn't for a couple of weeks yet," I said. "Let's just give her time to think about it."

Danielle's birthday arrived, and I still did not know what she wanted to do about l'instruction. Well, there's no rush, I thought. Nikki came back from college that evening to celebrate with Danielle, and we had the usual family party at dinner.

After dinner, Nikki took me aside. "Danni talked to me about l'instruction," she said. "I think that she's a bit nervous about it, so I suggested that maybe you could fuck me while she watches, and that might help her to relax. Is that OK?"

Was it OK? I hadn't fucked Nikki in months, and here was a chance to explore her tight little pussy once more. "Of course it's OK," I said.

I discreetly explained to Sylvia what was happening, and so she took Christina to stay with her parents for the night. As soon as they had left, Nikki and Danni disappeared into Danni's room. So I went and prepared myself for making love.

I lay on my bed and waited until the girls came into my room. They were both wearing Baby Doll pyjamas and they looked really hot. Without saying anything, Nikki slipped off her pyjamas and moved onto the bed. My cock was already rock hard, and she sat on top of me and slid it into her very wet pussy.

Nikki rode my cock like an expert. "Ohhhh, Danni," she moaned. "This is soooooo nice! Daddy's cock feels wonderful in my pussy. Wouldn't you like to try it?"

Danni came over to the bed and kissed Nikki on the cheek. Nikki slipped off my cock, and Danni got onto the bed, and moved on top of me. Then with a quick movement of her hips, she thrust her pussy down and completely swallowed my cock.

'Oh, Daddyyyyy," she moaned. "Your cock is so big. Fuck me! Fuck me hard with your big cock!" I thrust up to meet her movements, and the tightness of her pussy squeezed my cock in an incredible way. "Ohhhh, I'm cumming, Danni!" I gasped. "Cum inside me, please, Daddy!" she pleaded. I shot my cum deep into her pussy at the same instant as she came.

The three of us lay there together, and then something occurred to me. My cock had slipped very easily into Danni's pussy. She wasn't a virgin!

Danni saw the look on my face. "Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. I planned this with Nikki so I hoped that you wouldn't notice. I didn't want you to be disappointed with me."

"Oh, Danni," I said, stroking her cheek. "Of course I'm not disappointed in you. But it looks as though I can't teach you very much."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she said. "It's not as though I've had a LOT of experience. And when Nikki told me how wonderful it was with you and her, I didn't want to miss out."

I kissed both girls and pulled them close to me, enjoying the feeling of their little tits on my chest. Then they both slid down and took it in turns to suck my cock until it was nice and hard again.

"My turn," said Nikki. "Let's finish what we started."

None of us got much sleep that night.



Lessons Ch. 06



"Oh yeah. Suck it. Suck my cock!" I shouted as three women shared my cock, one wet mouth after another sliding up and down my shaft. "Oh damn that's good." I groaned as one of them pushed her face all the way down, driving my fat hard cock deep into her mouth. "Ohhhh damn." I groaned, the images of the three women slowly dissolving to be replaced by more vivid sensations.

"That's it. Lick all the way around his head." I heard Nina whisper, followed by the sensations of a warm wet pressure sliding slowly around my engorged head, drawing another soft groan from my lips.

"I think he's awake." Nina said as I tried to sit up and look to see what was happening, my vision, fuzzy at first sharpening to see Nina on one side of me, her head near my hard cock, and my wife on the other, equally naked, my cock in her hand and her tongue sliding around my head. Nina turned her head to look at me, reached out the arm that wasn't supporting her and pushed on my chest. "Just lean back and enjoy, Mike." She said with a smile.

"Uh, sure. Not that I'm complaining, but what's up?" I asked as my wife closed her lips around my head and slid her lips up and down my shaft a few inches. 

"Just a little lesson." Suzanne said from where she was sitting on her knees behind Nina, watching what my wife was doing.

"A lesson?"

"Uh huh. Nina is going to teach me how to take a cock deeper. But right now she's giving your wife a little coaching."

"You really like this?" My wife asked, pulling her mouth from my cock.

"Hell, yes. It feels great."

"Tastes like shit." My wife said with a wry face. "You really enjoy doing this?" She asked, looking at Nina.

"Let's face it, not all sex is for what we get out of it, sometimes it's for what your partner gets out of it. Does your husband lick your pussy?"

"Well yeah!" My wife answered.

"Do you think he likes the way it tastes?"

"I dunno. I guess."

"Mike, how does she taste?"

"When, at the beginning, middle or end?" I asked with a chuckle.

"All three." Nina said with a grin.

"Kind of tangy at the beginning. Kind of unpleasant actually. But once I start getting her really turned on it gets much wetter and milder, eventually about when she is going to climax it starts getting sweet, more like a watered down honey taste. Kind of pleasant actually. When she comes, well, it's just a lot of wet. Not much taste at all. Real watery."

"But you like to lick her, right? Even though you don't love the way it tastes at first?"

"Hell yeah. I mean I love the way it makes her wiggle and move. I love making her come and if that's on my tongue, that's fine with me too."

"See what I mean. It's not always about how it feels, or in this case tastes, to us. Sucking a guy gets me really turned on, not because the taste makes me turned on, but because knowing what it's doing to him gets me turned on."

"So it really tastes that way?" My wife asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah." I said with a shrug.

"Here, taste me." Nina said, suddenly sitting up, swinging her leg over my wife as she swiveled around to put her pussy facing my wife, and then scooting herself closer.

"I'm not doing that!" My wife said with her nose crinkled up. 

"Why not? Your husband does it to you. In my opinion, women do a better job than men do."

"Yea, but that's...weird, isn't it? I mean I wouldn't expect my husband suck another guy."

"I'm not asking you to suddenly become a lesbian or even a bisexual. I just want you to understand what he tastes so you can understand why a woman might like to suck a cock."

"I don't think I can do that." My wife said again, still lying next to my legs with my cock in her hand.

"Oh come on. It's not like anyone else is ever going to find out, right?" Suzanne said. "If she won't, I will. I've kind of wondered what it tastes like actually. I mean I've tasted it on my finger, but I don't know that it's the same."

"It's not. It's a lot different getting it directly." Nina said as Suzanne crawled around to my wife's side of my body, leaning over my legs as she leaned her face down to Nina's pussy.

I watched as Nina spread her lips with her fingers and held them apart for Suzanne. "Wow, that is kind of strong." Suzanne said after she licked between Nina's lips a few times. "You should try this Nancy."

My wife sighed heavily, the kind of sigh that comes with her deciding to do something she expected to be unpleasant. It was actually a surprise to see her roll across my legs and push her upper body over so she could reach Nina's pussy. I saw her tongue slide out and lick tentatively along Nina's lips before she pressed her tongue a little deeper and tasting again. "Wow. You really like to lick me when I taste like that?" My wife asked, turning her head to me.

"Well, I don't know how she tastes, but the few pussies I have tasted have always been pretty much the same."

"Here, taste me then." Nina said as my wife pushed back away from her. Nina climbed to her knees, crawled up the bed to my head and then swung her leg across me, lowering her pussy to my face.

I reached my tongue out and teased softly across her lips before pressing deeper into her, tasting her sharp tangy juices. I continued my lick up her slit, finding her hooded clit with the tip of my tongue and flicking across it a few times.

"Mmmmmm." Nina moaned softly. "He goes right for the meat, doesn't he?"

"What do you mean?" My wife asked as she idly stroked my hard cock.

"Oh, nothing. So Mike, do we taste alike?"

"Slightly different. But not remarkably so. You both taste similar. I like it a lot better after I get her turned on though." I said before dipping my tongue into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm that's nice. Are you trying to get me all worked up?"

"Of course." I answered as I returned to stroking her pussy with my tongue, teasing her lips lightly and then digging my tongue between them again. I wrapped an arm around her thigh so I could reach her pussy with my fingers and then spread her lips, exposing her hard clit. I stroked my tongue up her lips and circled around and around her clit for several seconds before sliding back down between them again.

"He must be enjoying it. Look at his head!" Suzanne said, reaching out and touching my engorged head, which had grown considerably fatter as I became more and more turned on.

"Go ahead and keep sucking it." Nina said from where she was straddling my face. "See how close you can get him to climaxing without letting him come."

I felt a mouth close around my cock and the lips slide up and down along with my wife's hand. Up and down she went, her tongue moving back and forth across the bottom of my shaft and head as he bobbed her head slowly up and down.

"Okay, okay. You got me turned on now." Nina breathed heavily. "You better stop before you make me climax!"

"You taste a lot different now." I said to her as she climbed off of me.

"I bet."

"Let me see." Suzanne said, crawling over to Nina and pushing her legs apart. She put her face right into Nina's pussy and licked up her slit several times before pulling her face away. "That isn't half bad now. Come on Nancy, try it."

"Oh, okay." My wife said, pulling off my cock and crawling across me. She tentatively licked Nina's pussy, sliding her tongue up between her lips. "You're right. It's a lot different now." She said before licking it slowly several more times. "I guess I can see why he doesn't mind doing it."

"Doesn't mind? I like doing it. Not because of the taste, but because of what it does to you." I answered.

"Come on, enough pussy for the moment. This was supposed to be a cock sucking lesson. Suzanne, why don't you take over and try deep throating him. What you need to do is hold him vertical and then push your face down on him. The hard part is to control the gag reflex. Think about yawning. Open your throat as wide as you can, as if you're yawning, and flatten your tongue down in the back of your throat. That makes it as big an entry as possible and helps reduce the gag reflex.

"Okay." Suzanne said as my wife made room for her. I watched as the three of them crowded around my cock, Suzanne closing her hand around and then pushing her hot wet mouth down over it. She tried to follow Nina's directions, but gagged and pulled quickly off of me. "Way too big." She gasped as she shook her head.

"No, not at all." Nina said, leaning over and pushing her head down over my cock, not stopping until her nose touched my body. She bounced her head a few times, drawing a groan from my lips and then pulled her head up again. "See, it can be done. He's big, well, not as big as some of the porn stars I've done, but he's definitely bigger than average."

"Okay, let me try again." Suzanne said. This time she got a little more of me into her mouth before she jerked back, trying to suppress a gag. 

"Think about yawning." Nina said as Suzanne tried again, this time getting even more of me into her throat before she had to pull back.

"You going to try it Nancy?" Suzanne asked as she caught her breath.

"I don't know. I'm still not sold on sucking it let alone trying to stuff it down my throat."

"Nancy, do you like to get fucked? For your husband to make you climax?" Nina asked.

"Well, of course I do."

"And you like when he licks your pussy and makes you cum that way?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So what do you do back?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you do to return the efforts he makes to give you a climax?"

"Well, we have sex after."

"Uh huh. What exactly do you do?"

"Well, I let him screw me until he comes."

"You let him?" Nina asked with a snort. "He works to give you a climax and you LET him? Doesn't that sound a little one sided? He's a great lover, and a great fuck. Even with all the porn stuff I've done, which most of it's faked by the way, what he did last night was some of the best real live sex I've had in a long time. That's because he WANTED it to feel good. He wanted to do what made me feel good. He wanted to make me climax. When he was fucking you on the table, it was obvious that he WANTED to make you come. If he's going to do all that, why wouldn't you try and reward that effort?"

"I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it that way."

"Can I ask a question? Why are you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you here, at the gathering? I mean you're obviously not a swinger, although it seemed last night like you were starting to enjoy what was happening."

"Actually, well, this is going to sound mean, but it started out to punish Mike. I got tired of his always demanding more sex, and me doing more sexual things. I was going to be as slutty as I could so that he'd get a taste of what it would be like if I really did all the things he seemed to think I should do."

"You're right, it does sound mean. How many times a day did you have sex?"

"Oh, once or twice a month." My wife admitted.

"And you were upset because he wanted more? Nancy, you're lucky he stuck by you and didn't go find it someplace else. He's an incredible lover, he has a fantastic cock, and he clearly loves you. Why wouldn't you want to do it more?"

"I just wasn't getting turned on." My wife said quietly. "Not that he didn't try, but the hormones aren't there anymore."

"You were definitely turned on last night. What had you turned on so much?"

"I don't know exactly. I've been turned on like crazy all weekend. I guess it's all the flashing and showing off. It was really getting me turned on to get guys all horny and hard."

"But getting your husband hard doesn't turn you on?"

"Hell, he's always hard!" My wife shot back with a frown. "He gets hard when the wind blows!"

"And who does he want to do it with when he gets hard? You, or the little neighbor girl down the street?"

"Well, me I guess."

"And you're punishing him for that? God I wish I had a man that wanted me that much."

"You have sex with lots of guys all the time."

"Yeah, I do, and you know what, it means nothing. What I really want is a man who will have sex with me with passion, someone who WANTS me to feel good, someone who WANTS to make me climax good and hard. Someone who WANTS to see me naked, not because I'm a sex symbol, but because it emotionally turns him on to see me naked. I want someone who ENJOYS having sex with me because it's ME, not because I'm a sex object. I haven't found a man like that yet. They're few and far between, and trust me I've looked! But you, you have one. You have a man that's turned on by what he sees with you, sees when you get naked, feels when he touches and hugs and kisses you. God girl you are sooo missing out on what a special thing you have." Nina said, with a sad shake of her head. 

My wife sat in silence on the bed as Nina slid off the bed and walked to the hot tub. Suzanne followed a few moments later. I could hear them talking in whispers as my wife sat on the edge of the bed looking down at me. "Am I really that bad?"

"Don't ask me, ask yourself." I answered as I lay there watching her.

She sat in silence for several minutes, apparently asking herself just exactly that question. She finally looked over at me again and crawled over my body, straddling my hips and leaning herself down so her nose was touching mine and her big tits were resting on my chest. "Maybe I was that bad. I'm sorry." She whispered.

"You don't have to be sorry. I've loved you all these years, not because of sex, but because of what I feel inside for you."

"Maybe I can make it up to you? Give you more of what you want?"

"I don't want you to do it if you're doing it because you feel guilty. I want it from you because it's what you want to do, because it makes you feel good to do it, to share it with me." I whispered back.

"I understand." She said, moving her face and giving me a kiss on the end of my nose. "Don't go away." She said as she climbed off of me.

She walked over to the tub and leaned over the side, talking quietly to Nina and to Suzanne. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but the conversation was getting a little animated. Finally nods were shared all the way around and my wife stood back up, Nina and Suzanne climbing out of the tub and drying with towels still lying on the edge of the tub from the previous night.

My wife crawled back on the bed and grabbed my again soft cock and began to stroke it gently, lowering her mouth over it and sucking my head into her mouth. 

"That's it. Start there." Nina said as she climbed on the bed and sat down on her bent legs to watch. "Just keep sucking and playing. It'll get hard fast."

"It is." My wife answered, her face still hovering over my cock. 

"Good. When it gets nice and straight, remember what I said about yawning."

"Okay." My wife said, letting my cock slip from her mouth for a moment with a loud slurp. My wife stoked her hand up and down my growing shaft as her lips followed, her tongue teasing my head with each stroke. "Here goes nothing." She whispered as she pushed her face down my shaft. I felt my head hit the back of her mouth, the pressure around my head changing as she tilted her head slightly and pushed farther. Her whole body arched as she tried to suppress a sudden urge to gag, but continued to push farther down, not stopping until her hand had no place to hold and her nose was touching my curly pubic hair. I groaned softly as she quickly pulled her face off, gasping for breath as her hand stroked up and down my shaft. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Nina coaxed.

"Not really."

"So what does it make you feel, knowing it felt so good he groaned. It's kind of like applause for a job well done." Nina said softly.

"Kind of turns me on a little." My wife answered before she started her mouth sliding down my shaft again. She pushed down, more smoothly this time, driving my cock all the way down her throat until she couldn't take any more again. 

"Getting turned on?" Nina asked as my wife pulled her face from my cock.

"Yeah, I am actually."

"So give him your pussy, let him play too."

My wife wiggled herself around, swinging her leg over my head and setting her knees over my shoulders so her pussy was hovering over my face. I felt her mouth close around my cock again as I pulled her hips down, bringing her pussy within reach of my tongue. 

I licked slowly between her lips, teasing along them until I was nearly at the bottom of her slit, and then pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could teasing it into the entrance to her tunnel. I groaned again, this time into her wet pussy, as my cock slipped yet again into her throat.

I found her clit and sucked it, closing my lips around it and squeezing slightly. "Oh shit!" My wife squealed.

"He changed things on you, didn't he?" Nina asked.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that."

Nina looked up at me and winked. "That's because he knows that variety is what keeps a good sexual encounter growing. Adding sensations, changing sensations. Those are what make an orgasm grow."

"Two can play at that game." My wife said, pulling her pussy from my face and turning around. She put her big tits on either side of my cock and then tried to squeeze them together. 

"It's hard to do that way unless he helps." Nina said. "Mike, help her hold 'em."

I reached down and cupped the sides of my wife's bit soft tits, squeezing them together around my cock. I used my legs on the bed, sticking down between my wife's legs, to help lift my hips in time with the rocking action my wife was making, sliding her soft tits along my rock hard cock as it nestled in the tight confines between her tits.

I let my pinky fingers stroke her nipples as the two of us stroked my cock between her tits. "Oh yeah. That's nice." I said softly to her.

"That really feel good?" My wife asked back.

"Uh huh. It does."

"Not all women get much from it. Personally, it's more for the guys, and I love the look on their face as they stroke between my tits. It always turns me on to know how much a guy gets turned on. But some women really get off on it." Nina said with a grin.

"It's okay, but to be honest, right now my pussy wants something in it." My wife said gruffly. "Watching his cock sliding in and out makes me think of how big he feels inside me."

"Then just slide up and slide him in. You don't have to wait for an invitation. I haven't known a guy yet to complain about a hot pussy on his cock." Nina answered with a laugh. "But if you want to, tease him some more. I can tell he likes tits, drag your tits on his chest or rub your nipples in his face. I bet he'll love it."

"I guarantee he'll love it." I answered back as my wife pulled her chest up from my cock and started slowly crawling up my body. She let her tits drag across my stomach and then my chest, wiggling a little so they would swing, just her nipples grazing my skin.

"That's kind of a turn on." My wife whispered as she worked her way up my body, finally lifting her chest high enough to tease one nipple across my lips. 

I opened my mouth and quickly sucked the front of her nipple into my mouth, giving her nipple a flick with my tongue, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her in surprise. "Mmmmmm that felt nice." She said after several seconds of my sucking and licking her breast and hard nipple.

"Then tell him. Men like to hear what feels good as much as we like to hear what feels good."

"That feels good sweetie." My wife said quietly.

"No no." Nina said softly. "Ohhhh that's it baby, that feels sooo good. Mmmmm I love the feel of your tongue on my hard nipple, teasing me and stroking me. Ohhhhh yeah. So nice."

"You make it sound easy." My wife said with a chuckle, "And it's not even your tit that's being sucked."

"I wish it was. Looks like he's enjoying it as much as you are."

"Maybe later." I said as I pulled my wife's tit from my mouth to switch sides.




Lessons Ch. 06



"I'll hold you to that. God I'm getting so horny watching you." Nina said enviously.

"Me too." Suzanne said, sitting on the edge of the bed watching, her hand sliding between her legs and stroking her pussy.

My wife must have been getting turned on as well, because she slid herself backward, pressing her wet pussy lips against my stomach as she slid herself back. I felt my cock press against her body as she rocked her hips to try and align my rigid cock with her pussy. I saw her shift her weight to reach behind her and then felt a hand that didn't belong to my wife, grab my shaft and rub it up and down her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh yes." My wife breathed as she slowly pushed herself back on me, her pussy enveloping me in hot wetness. 

I reached for her hips, expecting her to rise up and let me stroke up into her, but she straightened herself upright, straddling my hips with my cock buried deep inside her. She moved her hands to mine, pulled them from her hips to rest on her thighs. "You just stay there. This time I'm going to do it for both of us."

"Okay." I answered as she let go of my hands and moved hers to my chest, using it as a balance point as she started to slide herself up and down my shaft slowly.

"Don't forget to talk to him. Guys love to hear how good it feels inside you, how much you're enjoying the feelings." Nina coaxed.

"Uh huh. Okay." My wife breathed. "Mmmmmm you feel so good inside me, I love how full you make me feel." She said quietly, her pussy stoking the full length of my shaft, her motion leaving only my head inside her before she dropped back down again.

I watched her as her speed increased, her tits bouncing sexily on her chest. I couldn't not reach out and hold the magnificent mounds I had played with so many times in our thirty years together, but never like this. I don't think she'd done this since we were a very young couple and that was long before having four kids grew her breasts from their C size to their current magnificent double D. 

"That's it honey! Ride me." I grunted as I cupped her breasts and used my finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and pull her hard nipples.

"You like that don't you? Watching my big tits bounce in front of you?" My wife asked breathlessly. "God you feel good inside me. So big. I think it's going to make me come. Do you want to watch me come on your hard dick?"

"Uh huh." I grunted back, knowing I was close as well, her bouncing on my shaft pushing me ever closer as her hot wet pussy caressed each inch of me. 

"Come for me baby. Come in my pussy!" My wife moaned loudly. "Ohhhhh god I'm going to come!"

"AHHHG" I grunted as my body jerked under her, pushing my shaft up into her to the hilt and pumping a gush of hot cum into her. 

"YES!" She squealed suddenly, my spurting cock setting off her own orgasm. Her body trembled as she let out a long low moan of pleasure while my cock surged shot after shot of cum into her, finally leaving my drained member twitching inside her still spasming tunnel.

"Ohhhhhhh damn." My wife groaned as she lowered herself down on my chest, her soft tits pressing into me as I let my hand slide around her back, gently stroking it from her round ass to her neck.

She leaned down close to me and kissed me softly. "Is that what you wanted?" She whispered.

"It isn't so much that I wanted this specific thing. It's that I want to be able to share this with you more often. Tell me what I need to do to help get you turned on. If you fuck me like this every time I get you horny we'll be fine for years to come."

"I'll work on it." She whispered back. 

"That's all I ask."

"Actually you ask a lot more, but maybe it's time I start saying yes to more things. I have to admit that I came like a freight train last night when you were fucking me on that table."

"You did seem to be having a pretty good time. What is it about showing off that had you so turned on?"

"I don't know, maybe the naughtiness? Because it's forbidden? I don't really know. All I know is that when I flashed that boy in the shoe store I got so horny so fast. Then I let him finger me, hell I couldn't stop myself from showing him my tits too. I wanted to pull his pants down and fuck him right there, but I was so scared of who might see. Once I came it took the edge off, but I still wanted to play, which is why I jerked him off. That got me all turned on again too. By the time we were at the swim store I was sopping wet again."

"Yeah, you had fun showing me off too."

"I did. When that young lady came in and saw you sticking out, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to find a way to coax her over to touch you. Getting her to go into the changing room and get naked...hell I wanted to climb right in and watch."

"You know, she did end up riding me."

"Yeah, I know. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about it, but when she came out she ran over to me, still naked and thanked me, I kind of felt proud. My attempt to embarrass you showed me just how good you really still looked."

I heard a feminine squeal and realized that I had been paying so much attention to my wife that I had completely forgotten about Nina and Suzanne. I looked to the hot tub, where the squeal came from and saw Suzanne sitting on the edge of the tub, one leg on the ground and the other in the air, Nina on all fours in front of her with her head between Suzanne's legs. I felt my cock twitch inside my wife as I watched Nina licking and sucking Suzanne, who was clearly enjoying it.

"That turns you on, doesn't it?" My wife whispered questioningly.

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't." I answered as we lay there watching.

"She seems to really like that, doesn't she?" My wife asked.

"Which one?"

My wife laughed quietly. "I was thinking about Nina, but yeah, both of them."

"Yeah, I'd say."

My wife wiggled on my lap, moving my slowly hardening cock around inside her. "You're enjoying it too, aren't you?"

"Told you I was."

I promised Nina that I'd let you suck her tits. Would you like to do that?"

"Heck yeah. She's a hell of a sexy woman, but then she is a porn star."

"What would you give to see that porn star lick my pussy?" My wife asked quietly.

"I don't know, what kind of a price do you want?"

"Actually, it was a rhetorical question. Ask me to do it."

"You want me to just ask you to let her lick your pussy?"

"Uh huh. Ask me. See what happens."

"Okay. Honey, I'd love to watch Nina lick your pussy. Would you do that? Let her lick your pussy so I could watch?"

"Let me think. You want me to sit right here, by your head, with Nina's tit in your mouth and your cock in her pussy, and watch her lick my pussy? Is that what you're asking?" She asked me quietly with a grin.

"Yeah, I'd love to see that."

"Wait right here." MY wife said, pulling off my semi-hard cock and rolling off the bed. She walked over to Nina, bent over so that both their pussies were sticking out at me, and whispered something to Nina. Nina pulled her face from Suzanne's pussy, said something quietly to Suzanne, who nodded in apparent agreement. My wife stood back up, walked over to the bed and without a word, piled several pillows up before climbing up and sitting down on the stack of pillows, her legs straddling my head and her back against the headboard of the bed. I tilted my head back and had a perfect view of her pussy, my creamy cum leaking out of her onto the edge of the pillow.

"So, your wife says you want to watch me lick her pussy. It's going to cost you though."

"Oh?" I asked Nina as she crawled up on the bed.

"Uh huh. You owe both Suzanne and me a good orgasm. Not a fakey bakey porn movie climax, a real live 'fuck me till I come' climax." She said as she crawled from the foot of the bed up my body, stopping with her mouth hovering over my cock. "You up for that?"

"I'm sure I can arrange that."

"Good." She said as she leaned down and licked my hardening cock. "gotta get this all nice and hard first."

"Ohhhh that'll do it." I groaned as she pushed my whole cock into her mouth and reached between my legs to press her finger against my anus. 

"Yeah, that did it." She said with a grin as she started crawling up my body again. She paused with her head even with mine, staring down at me. "Kiss me, a real kiss."

"Like this?" I asked, reaching up to her neck and pulling her face down to mine. I pressed my lips to hers, gently tasting her lips as my tongue gently swept across her lips to coax her mouth open. She eagerly opened her mouth, letting my tongue slip inside. Our tongues battled between our mouths for several seconds before she withdrew and closed her mouth, sucking on my lower lip before she let go. She leaned her face until her cheek was pressing against mine, and whispered to me. 

"Thank you. It felt like you meant that kiss. Did you know that right now, if I lick your wife I'm going to lick your cum from her pussy?"

"Uhhhh damn." I groaned as I looked upward and saw my wife's pussy leaking a little dribble of cum.

"I want to taste you. I want to lick your hot cum right from her pussy. Does it turn you on thinking about me doing that? Tasting you right from her hot little pussy? Mmmmm it's going to be so yummy." She cooed. I felt her hand reach between her legs and find my cock, sliding herself forward until my head slipped between her legs and her lips. "Mmmmmmm nice and hard. Just the way I love it." She cooed as she pushed back, pressing herself down my shaft. "The rest is up to you stud." She said as she moved her face from mine. She wiggled her shoulders, causing her big round tits to wiggle in front of me as she moved toward my wife's pussy. It took the two of us wiggling and jockeying a bit n the bed but after a few moments I was slid far enough up that Nina could reach my wife's pussy while I used my legs to lift my hips and stroke my cock into her. 

"OH damn." I groaned as I watched Nina slowly slide her tongue up my wife's pussy licking my leaking cum from her as she slowly stroked her tongue up and across her exposed clit.

"Ohhhh." My wife gasped as Nina's tongue flicked across her clit.

"You don't expect me to lick you and not try to make you come, do you?" Nina asked with a giggle as she moved for another long slow lick.

"I didn't think about that." My wife moaned as Nina licked again, stopping at her clit and licking little circles around it. "Ohhhh damn."

I watched Nina slide one hand up my wife's thigh while she continued to lick her clit, gently pressing one of her fingers slowly into her pussy. "Don't forget about my tits stud. You're supposed to be sucking them too."

"Oh yeah." I mumbled as I watched her start to slide her finger in and out of my wife, my hips lifting from the bed in time with her strokes into my wife. My hands had long since found her hips, and I held them as I slowly stroked in and out of her pussy, driving the full length of my shaft into her time and time again, as her finger pushed into my wife over and over. With my cock sliding in and out I slid my hands up to Nina's chest, wrapping my hands around both tits as much as I could and aimed one of her rock hard nipples toward my mouth drawing it inside and flicking my tongue across the hard nipple tip.

"Ohhhhh god, you are going to aren't you?" My wife squeaked after several minutes of Nina's work.

"I am. And then I'm going to lay on this bed and let your husband fuck me until I come." Nina said huskily before she went back to licking my wife.

"Ohhh fuck. I'm...gonna...come!" My wife gasped breathlessly as Nina's finger began pounding in and out of her, Nina's mouth glued to my wife's clit. "OH SHIT!" MY wife cried as she came again, her body jerking and shaking under Nina's relentless attack.

"There you go. One huge fantasy solved!" Nina said, sliding down from my wife's pussy and breaking my hold on her tits. She wrapped her arms around my neck and then rolled the two of us over, making sure I was settled on top of her and my dick still implanted into her. "Okay Michael. It's time for you to pay for your fantasy. You have to make me come. Think you're up to the task?"

"Do her sweetie." My wife said breathlessly, sliding down off the pillows and reclined on the stack of pillows, her head resting on the headboard and her chest still heaving to catch her breath.

"Sure." I answered, sliding my cock out of her pussy all the way. 

"Hey wait!" Nina said as I started climbing off the bed. "Where are you going?"

"No place at all." I said as I stood at the end of the bed and reached back, looping one arm around her thigh and pulling her down the bed towards me. I dragged her right to the edge of the bed and then pulled her legs in the air, and aiming my cock back at her pussy, my arms trapping her legs with one on each side of my head. "You ready?" I asked her.

"I'm more than ready." She said, looking at me lustily.

I gave her a grin and then rubbed my cock up and down her lips, finding her tunnel entrance and then jamming my cock deep into her in one swift stroke.

"Ohhhhh!" She gasped before grinning back at me. "Oh yeah. Give it to me good baby! Fuck me hard with that big stick!"

I started pumping into her pussy, slapping my thighs hard against her bare ass as I punched in and out of her pussy with my hard cock. I moved my arms from capturing her legs against me to just holding them up so she couldn't spread them, and reached for her big tits, which where bouncing and rolling madly with my pounding strokes.

"Ohhhhh fuck yesssss!" She hissed in pleasure as I pulled both her hard nipples out from her tits, holding them so that the motion of her tits pulled on them first one direction and then another. "OH fuck how did you know I like them pulled?"

"Just a hunch." I answered as I kept stroking into her, her breathing becoming more ragged with each passing moment.

"Shit shit shit! You're making me come too fast! I wanted it to last longer!!!!" She squealed as her orgasm suddenly hit her, her pussy contracting around my sliding shaft as I continued to work in and out of her through her orgasm. "Fuck Cum in me! I want you to cum in my pussy for real! Come on. You can do it. Fill my hot little cunt with your cream. Just think about how it looked while I was licking your cum from your wife's hot little pussy! All that white gooey salty cum sliding out of her pussy into my mouth! Yummmm! Fill me with more of that hot cum! Remember fucking me last night, naked on that table with everyone watching? Fuck me hard like that. Fill me with your cummmm oh shit. Here it comes. I can feel you swelling inside me....ohhhh fuck yes!" She squealed as my body bucked, pumping a hot shot of cum into her like she had asked.

Again and again my body bucked, pumping what little was left in me until my balls were drained and my cock began to soften inside her.

"Ohhhh yeah. That's what I wanted." She said, reaching for my chest with one hand and stroking it. "Nancy you better never lose this guy. If you do I'll take him in a hot second. Damn he can fuck!"

"As good as one of your porn boys?" My wife asked.

"Better. What he does is for real. He wants me to cum. The porn stuff is just doing the same thing over and over. No comparison."

"Maybe I should go into porn. I hear it's good money." I said with a chuckle.

"Don't even laugh. You got the tool and you got the skills, but Mike, you don't have the emotions. You get too invested in your partners, the business would eat you alive. No, you're better off staying just the way you are. Give your wife all the porn fantasies she wants, and if you have some left over, and if she doesn't mind, I might borrow a little of you myself from time to time."

"I don't know, maybe that can be arranged." My wife answered softly. "I'm not sure I'm ever going to be able to keep up with how much he wants."

"You're going to try though?" Nina asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna try."

"Good." Nina said, sliding her legs down and looping them around my back and holding me inside her with her heels. "I'm not sure I want to let you out yet stud."

"Well, I better check on Lisa and Joe. They're probably wondering what happened to us last night." My wife said, as she rolled over to reach the phone. It only took a few moments for her to dial our room and Lisa apparently picked up quickly.

"Hi, it's me. Yeah. We met a couple friends and spent the night. No we haven't, have you? Uh uh. Well, if you wanna wait a little bit we can meet you. Hold on." My wife said, putting the phone on the bed. "Wanna come to breakfast with us?" She asked Suzanne and Nina.

"I should find my husband." Suzanne said. "But thanks for the invite just the same."

"Yeah, I don't have a husband to find, but you really don't want me tagging along for breakfast. I'll just get some room service." Nina said, shaking her head slowly.

"Uh uh. Not acceptable. You're coming to breakfast. I insist." My wife said.

"You might as well give in now. She never backs down when she sets her mind to something." I told Nina.

"Okay, if you insist."

"Great." My wife said, picking the phone back up. Lisa, give us half an hour to shower and dress and we'll meet you in the restaurant. If you get there before us get a table for five. "Of course we're still naked! Huh? Mike's cock is still sitting inside Nina, so yeah, we're going to shower before we come down and eat. Okay, see you then." My wife said, before hanging up the phone. "Okay, breakfast in half an hour." My wife announced as she climbed off the bed. "Who's joining me for a shower?"

"Wait a second. Doesn't Mike owe me a climax? Suzanne asked.

"Hell, I don't think I can even get it up again." I said with a crooked grin. "If I could I'd be happy to do you again."

"Well, who says it has to be your cock?" Suzanne said with a grin as she stepped over. "Be inventive. I bet you can think of SOMETHING to do!"

"Oh ye of little faith. There isn't a man alive that I can't get hard!" Nina said with a laugh. Men are visual. Give them something they want to see and it'll get hard."

"So what, we should dance nude?" Suzanne asked. "We did that last night."

"No, I have a much better idea. Michael, why don't you go wait in the bathroom. Get the shower all nice and warm and we'll be in shortly." Nina said with a crooked little grin.

"Whatever you say." I answered, pulling my softened cock out of Nina as she spread her legs to release me. I padded to the bathroom and started the shower. 

I'd been in the warm water, relaxing for at least ten minutes when the three of them came into the bathroom, each wearing extremely sexy panties and bras. 

"You see, men don't like just naked, they like to play partly dressed and get to do the undressing." Nina said as she walked into the shower, allowing the water to cascade over her scantily clad body, the water saturating the already thin material coving her. "Come on girls. If I can't get him hard again I'll buy breakfast."

My wife and Suzanne stepped into the large open stall shower and took turns stepping around me and under the water, rubbing their bodies intentionally against me as they did. Nina picked up a bottle of body gel and squeezed a liberal amount over each of their tits and then set the bottle back down, the three of them converging on me to rub their tits on me. 

"Now, you can take off only Suzanne's bra and panties, when you feel like it. We get to play with you, but you can only touch Suzanne until you make her climax. How's that sound?" Nina asked me quietly.

"Like fun." I said as I reached out and wrapped one arm around Suzanne, drawing her close to me. I used one hand to gently wash over and around her lacy bra, finally unclipping it behind her back and sliding it off so my hands could get to her now bare tits.

I felt a hand gently squeezing and playing with my cock as Suzanne lifted herself up on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. She gave me a hot sensuous kiss while my hands roamed her panty covered butt and bare tits.




Lessons Ch. 06



"See, I told you I could get him hard." Nina cooed from behind me as she stroked my hardening cock.

"Then you better put it to good use." Suzanne said huskily, "Because I'm all turned on again."

"I can do that." I said, sliding my hands down to her hips and pushing the saturated panties down her thighs. I pulled her gently in front of me, turning her to face away from me. Nina figured quickly what I was up to, and guided my cock between Suzanne's legs as I squatted down slightly. Reaching my hand around her, I pressed my fingertips against my cock head and forced it up between her soapy lips.

"ohhhhhhh yeah." She sighed as my head engaged into the entrance of her tunnel and slowly pushed into her. "Such a nice cock."

"Yeah, now just think, we're not here, but in a little changing room at the mall, just the two of us." I said quietly my fingers, no longer needed to guide my cock, stroking between her lips and over her clit.

"Uh huh." She said, pressing both hands against the glass of the shower and bending at the waist so I could start stroking into her.

"Just you and me, almost naked, just your panties down around your thighs, my hard cock sliding in and out, right there in that little changing room."

"oh yeah." She whispered.

"I reach out, and slide the curtain back a few inches, making a gap that anyone walking by can see in. They can see you bent over, your tits hanging completely exposed, wiggling and swaying as I fuck you from behind."

"Uh huh... Ohhhhh yeah."

"Should I pull it farther, draw more attention?"

"Uh huh." She moaned softly.

"There I go. It's a full six inches now. That guy in the chair can see you. He can see every bit of your naked body. See how he's staring at your tits, your hard nipples pushing out as your tits swing and bounce?"

"Oh god yes. Fuck me, make me come."

"Do you wanna let him see you climax? Watch your body when you come?"

"Uh huh." She sighed, her legs trembling slightly.

"The curtain is open more now. He can see you from your head to your toes, my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You're going to be completely exposed when you come, but not yet."

I gently turned her, careful not to pull out of her, leaving her facing the open end of the shower stall, one hand on the glass side and the other on the tile wall. Nina and my wife, in front of us, were watching.

"Now he can see all of you, you're looking right at him as I fuck you."

"Oh shit yes." She groaned.

"You're going to come and he's going to see you, watch you, see your face and your pussy as you come. Ohhhhh here he comes, he's getting up and walking over, pushing the curtain aside, reaching out to your swinging tits to grab them."

"OHHHH SHIT!" Suzanne cried as her body jerked, her pussy clenching around my cock as her climax ran up and down her body.

"Oh god, how did you know that would make me come?" She breathed heavily.

"After last night? Gee, how could I ever know?" I asked with a chuckle, pulling my cock from her pussy. 

She turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hotly while Nina stepped behind her and started soaping her body again. 

"We better finish here or we'll be late for breakfast." Nina said with a laugh. 

We did finish, got out and dried off. "You really can't wear that again." Nina said as my wife was putting on her dress. "Let me get you something." 

"What's wrong with it?"

"You wore it last night silly, you don't want anyone thinking you just got out of bed and put the same clothes on, do you?"

"Well, I did." My wife said.

"I know, but here." She said holding out a pastel blue mini dress that looked more like a shirt than a dress. "You'll want these too." She added, handing my wife a bra, well sort of bra, and a pair of see through black panties to match the bra.

I watched the two getting dressed, panties, stockings, bra. The bra I found very interesting, it was kind of half a bra that supported and squeezed my wife's tits together, but left the whole top half, all the way down below the nipple, bare and exposed. The effect of watching the two of them in those bras was keeping my hardon quite firm.

Finally dressed, my wife looked stunning in the very short wrap around dress, her nipples poking the material out on each side. Nina wore a pair of stretch pants and a spaghetti strap tank top that clung to her big round tits like a second skin. Yeah, she definitely looked like a million bucks.

We each, including my wife, kissed Suzanne goodbye before she left and then the three of us made our way to the elevators. 

"Hi, Lisa, this is Nina. Nina, our friends Joe and Lisa." My wife said as we walked up to the table.

"Well, hello." Joe said politely, his eyes flashing between Nina and myself as he stood to shake her hand.

"Hello," Nina replied politely, shaking his hand before sliding into the booth first. "Come on Mike, you can sit next to me." She said sweetly, patting the material of the bench next to her. I shrugged and slid into the booth next to her with my wife following.

"So, you three spent the night together?" Lisa asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No, Suzanne had to leave to go find her husband before breakfast." Nina said nonchalantly. 

"Suzanne?"

"Yeah, the young lady Mike was dancing with last night." Nina said as I gently knocked my knee into hers. She turned to look at me, a devilish little grin on her face. "You know, the one he danced with naked in the middle of the dance floor before he fucked me and Nancy on that table!"

"I think we left way too soon." Joe said, staring at me.

"So what did you two do last night?" My wife asked.

"Oh hell, we went off with another couple and played a bit before going back to our rooms and bed. You actually slept with three women at once last night?" Joe asked incredulously.

"Not just slept, but kept well pleasured last night and again this morning." Nina said, kneeing me back. "He's one hell of a lover."

"You know, you look familiar, do I know you from some place?" Joe asked Nina.

"You know I get that a lot. I don't think so though." Nina answered, straight faced. 

"How about we eat?" I said feeling a bit embarrassed as Nina reached over under the table and grabbed my cock through my slacks.

"Good idea. I'm starved. Maybe some breakfast sausage?" Nina said with a giggle.

"Good lord." I said quietly, shaking my head.

"I know, I'm sooooo naughty!" Nina answered back, leaning against my arm and squeezing it. "But I'll behave if you ask me too."

"Please?" I asked, my eyes practically begging her to do so.

"Okay. Your wish is my command." She whispered. "Just command me."

"You know, you look amazingly familiar. Are you sure I don't know you?" Joe asked again.

"I don't think we've ever met." Nina answered.

"Oh, Joe. Give it a rest. She said she didn't know you." Lisa said, rolling her eyes. "You have to forgive him. He always thinks he sees movie stars even when there aren't any around."

"It's okay." Nina answered back with a wink. 

"So sweetie, what'll it be for breakfast?" My wife asked as the waitress showed up.

"How about a nice ham and cheese omelet."

"That does sound good. "Two omelets, ham and cheese. Sausage on the side, white toast and a tall glass of milk for my husband. He does love his milk." My wife told the rather busty waitress, suppressing a grin.

After Nina ordered the waitress disappeared, leaving us to talk amongst ourselves.

"So, Nina, Did he really sleep with three of you last night?" Lisa asked quietly.

"Yes, he did. I lost track of how many orgasms he gave us, but I remember at least three each. You should try him sometime. He can really get the juices flowing."

"Yeah, I know. I found that out Friday night."

"So you've had that pleasure? Nice. I think he certainly learned a few things this weekend."

"Well, he definitely taught me a few things this weekend." Lisa whispered. "God can he make me come."

"Yeah, I know. He does me pretty well too." Nina said as a woman in a short red dress walked up to the table.

"Hey sweetie. Just wanted you to know, next time you come, give me a call. I'd love to let you dance with me." She said, sliding a napkin across the table toward me. She looked down at my wife and grinned. "Saw you on the table last night honey. Was it as good as it looked?"

"It was." My wife answered simply. 

The woman in red smiled knowingly and turned to walk away. 

By the time we left I had no less than six napkins with names and phone numbers. A surprise to me, but apparently not to Nina. We finished breakfast and went back to our room to pack. 

"I know. Now I know." Joe said as he walked into hotel room. "You look just like London Keys!"

"Good thing too." Nina answered. "It'd be kind of difficult if I didn't look like me."

"Who's London Keys?" Lisa asked quizzically, stopping halfway across the room and looking back at us.

"That's my stage name." Nina answered. 

"Really? You're London Keys? Damn! Mike did you know you spent the night with a real live porn star?" Joe asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I knew."

"A porn star?" Lisa asked. "What did you do all night with a porn star?"

"Well, that's kind of a silly question, but this morning she gave me some cock sucking lessons. She taught me how to deep throat Mike." My wife answered her as she went to start packing our suitcase."

"She taught you how? I mean you really did it? I thought you didn't like to do oral sex." Lisa asked bluntly.

"Well, let's just say that it's something I decided to learn to do." Nancy said.

"Was it hard?"

"It's not hard at all. Want me to teach you?" Nina asked Lisa.

"Teach me to do that? Really? I thought it was just something you could or couldn't do."

"Oh honey, of course I can teach you. Just get your husband hard." 

"You're gonna teach my wife how to deep throat? Seriously? Hell yeah!" Joe said practically running the few steps to the bed, undoing his pants and shoving them down to expose his cock.

"Here you go, take a look at these. I bet it'll get you hard in a hurry." Nina said, skimming the little tank top off and reaching behind herself to undo her bra.

"Holy shit!" Joe groaned as he stared at Nina's bare tits.

"You like 'em?" Nina asked, walking over to the bed and crawling onto it. She crawled up to where Joe was propped against the headboard and pressed her big tits into his face, rubbing her nipples across his lips, but pulling back each time he tried to suck one. "Uh uh uh. No touching or sucking." Nina cooed. 

"Ohhhh damn." Joe groaned, reaching his hand from where it was laying on the bed and sliding it up to her pussy, rubbing it through her stretch pants. "Wanna lose these too?"

"I might, depends what you wanna do. I mean this is a cock sucking lesson, not a fuck session."

"Hell I just wanna be able to say I was naked in the same room with London Keys!"

"Well, if that's all you want." She said, pushing away from him. She stood up on the bed, pushed her stretch pants and panties down her legs, stepping out of them and then stepping across his body so that her pussy was hovering inches from his face. "Don't start anything you can't finish stud. If you start licking me you better get me all the way off."

"Joe, you better leave that pussy alone!" Lisa said. "Now how do I do this?"

Nina stepped down and knelt on the bed, her head hovering over his cock. "Just like this." Nina opened her mouth and pushed her face down his cock, slowly working it down until she was pushing her nose against his pubic hair. She held her head there for several seconds before pulling up off of him. "Your turn." Nina said as she pulled her face away.

It took a good ten minutes of coaxing and coaching before Lisa managed to go all the way down on her husband. While Nina watched and coached, she wiggled her butt back and forth in front of me, looking over her shoulder periodically to make sure I was watching. 

"Michael....You looking?" She called over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm looking."

"You gonna come do something with this?" She called sweetly.

I looked over at my wife. "Well?" She asked. "You're not going to tell her no, are you?"

"Hon, really?"

"Yeah really. You don't want to?"

"My poor cock is worn completely out. I doubt I could even get it back up again."

"Ohhh sweetie. I know that isn't true! Besides, you don't want to disappoint Nina!"

"Honey I don't want to disappoint anyone, but I don't think my poor pecker can handle any more right now."

"Ok sweetie, we'll call it quits for this trip." 

"This trip?" I asked.

"Oh didn't I tell you? Nina comes back once a month or so, just to hang out and relax. She invited us up if we can make it. She promised to take me to her favorite lingerie store."

"Oh, shopping, fun." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Oh sweetie, trust me, it'll be well worth your while." My wife whispered. "I bet you can just imagine what would happen with the two of us almost completely naked, trying on all kinds of panties and bras and sexy little things. Even if it doesn't turn you on I know it definitely will me."

"Fine. I'll come back with you if we can make it." I answered, looking over at Nina who was looking back at me. She gave me a wink and blew me a little kiss before turning back to what Lisa was doing just in time to see Joe unload into her mouth. She pushed herself off the bed, and dressed. 

"I better let you get ready to go home." Nina said as Nancy and I stood up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. "See you in a month or so?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah." I answered quietly before she let go of me with a big smile. 

"See you in a month too." Nina said to my wife hugging her. "Remember all the things we talked about. Take care of him and do what makes you feel good."

"I will." Nancy answered, returning the hug and smile. "See you soon."

"Bye all!" Nina said to Lisa and Joe, as she walked across the room. I watched her walk out, her butt swinging and a smile flashing on her face as she looked back. It was going to be hard to go back home. I hoped all the things that had happened would have a positive impact on our home life.



Lessons Ch. 07



One evening there was a phone call from Gabrielle. Sylvia spoke with her for a few minutes, and then she handed the phone to me. "Gabrielle wants to speak to you," she said.

Gabrielle explained that Celene had spoken to her that afternoon about l'instruction. Apparently Chantelle had told her about it, and asked if she was going to do it. "So Celene asked me when it was going to happen," she said.

Now that was a surprise. It was a surprise because Celene was a slut! She had been fucking boys since she was sixteen. I knew it, Sylvia knew it, and Gabrielle knew it. It had never occurred to me that I would be asked to give l'instruction to Celene.

"Really?" I asked. "Do you think that it's necessary?"

"She said that since you gave l'instruction to Chantelle, it's only fair that you should give it to her as well," said Gabrielle. "Would you mind?"

"Not at all," I said. "Only too happy to help out." I could see that Sylvia was having trouble suppressing a laugh as I said those words.

A few days later a small package arrived for me. Inside it was an envelope, and written on it were the words, 'I'm really looking forward to l'instruction, Uncle Steve.' Inside the envelope were several photographs of Celene, totally naked!

Now anyone would have said that all of my daughters and my nieces were pretty, but Celene was exceptional. All of the other girls took after their mothers' side of the family, and were unmistakeably French. But Celene was different. Her father was Spanish, and Celene obviously had inherited her looks from his family. She was a typical senorita, with beautiful long black hair and flashing green eyes. She had a much fuller figure than the other girls. And her tits! Her tits were superb, as amply shown in the photos. Yes, I would very much enjoy l'instruction with Celene, but I wasn't sure who would be teaching whom!

One evening a few days later, Gabrielle dropped Celene at my house as arranged. As soon as Gabrielle had left, Celene grabbed my cock. As she unzipped my pants, she said, "I've wanted to do this for such as long time," and she took my cock into her mouth. She sucked my cock expertly, all the time looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes. It took only a couple of minutes until I filled her mouth with cum, and she swallowed it all down.

"That was lovely, Uncle Steve," she said. "But I can't wait for you to fuck me. Danni told me what a big cock you have, and I want to feel it buried deep in my pussy."

Celene's words immediately brought my cock back to life. "And I can't wait to fuck you, Celene," I said. "Those photos of you were so hot. I had to wank off as soon as I saw them," I replied.

"You wanked off to my photos?" she said. "That's soooooo hot!"

We went to the bedroom. I undressed Celene, and she was even more beautiful in real than in her photos. Not only were her tits superb, but she had big nipples as well, one of my favourite things. I simply had to bury my face in her tits. She moaned and pulled my head to her as I sucked her nipples. Then she threw herself back onto the bed. "I want you in me right now," she commanded.

I knew that there was only one way to fuck her, and that was hard and fast. She was an expert at fucking. She moaned and gasped and met each of my strokes with a thrust of her hips, and I thought that she was going to rip my back to shreds with her nails when she came. But it was an amazing, fantastic fuck, by far the best that I had ever had. 

It didn't take her long to recover. "I love to have my throat fucked," she said. "Will you do that for me?"

Now throat fucking is something that I had never done, but I had always wanted to do it. Celene lay on the edge of the bed with her head tipped down and her mouth open. I slipped my cock into her mouth and it disappeared down her throat. 

The sensation was amazing! Her throat felt like a very tight pussy, and she used her tongue and her lips in the same way as she used her pussy muscles to squeeze my cock, but they were able to hold me tighter than her pussy could. I mercilessly fucked her throat, and when I came I rammed my cock right down her throat and filled her with cum.

She gasped as she caught her breath, and then said, "Oh, I love doing that! And your cock is so big it really stretched my throat right out. Can we do it again later?"

"Oh course," I said. "But right now I want to eat your beautiful little pussy!"

Celene giggled and lay back on the bed. She opened her legs and I gazed at her pussy. It was much fuller than any of the other girls, with big pouty lips. The perfect pussy for a pouty little girl, I thought.

I buried my face between her legs and she gasped as my tongue touched her pussy. I found her clit and rolled my tongue around it. "Ohhhh, that's soooo nice!" she sighed. She put her hands on my head and pulled my face hard against her. And then as I tongue-fucked her pussy, she screamed with delight as she came.

All too soon it was time for Celene to leave. "I want us to do this again, soon," she said. And then she added, "Danni is my best friend. It would be really hot if you were to fuck us both at the same time. Would you do that?"

"You know the rules of l'instruction," I replied. "Each of you would have to ask me separately. Danni might not want to do it."

"Oh yes she would!" said Celene excitedly. "Trust me!" 



Lessons Ch. 1



"We have a special lesson today, class." 

Octavia nudged Cordelia. "I told you!" she said. "I did see him!" 

"Shhh!" Cordelia hissed. "The Dora is talking!" 

She cringed as Dora Leonilla paused to let her gaze sweep over the room of rustling and whispering girls. Instead of the stern wrath Cordelia had come to expect from her teachers, the blond woman was smiling indulgently. 

"I can't believe it!" Herunia said. "It's too shocking! Too scandalous!" 

"Especially after what happened last year," added Jasmine, eyes wide over her fashionably sheer veil. "I was Antonia's roommate. Who would've expected? But then, we have a saying in my village: it's the quiet mouse that can dance the jolly sailor." 

"Well, we have a saying in mine too," Herunia said. "A muddy porch makes even the finest house shabby. She might as well put on red earrings." 

"You heard what the Dora said," Octavia argued. "She was blessed for it! And she must've enjoyed it! Why, last year, I nearly -" 

"Yes, we saw," Herunia said coldly. "His hands were all over you like a goodwife squeezing melons. And you know the saying: she who lifts her veil will lift her skirts." 

Octavia glared at her. "You haven't learned anything from the Dora, have you? You're still as prudish as a maiden aunt!" 

The Dora clapped her hands sharply, bringing sudden silence. Cordelia settled back in her chair, questions racing through her head. She only had the vaguest idea what the others were talking about, what scandal they meant. Antonia ... the name was familiar ... ah, yes! The Dora's Initiate, no older than the other girls but already the mother of a son, although she was unmarried. Had she been a student? And who was the "him" Octavia had mentioned? 

The door opened, and her last question was answered as the man stepped into the room, ducking his head slightly to avoid hitting the top of the doorway. 

He was the tallest man Cordelia had ever seen, overtopping her own brother's two yards by several inches. Not only was he the tallest, but one of the handsomest! The murmurs from her sister students told her she wasn't wrong in her assessment. 

"This is Rick," Dora Leonilla said. "He is one of Dovermere's landholders and a paladin in the Holy Church. We are fortunate to have him join us for today's class." 

He glanced around the room, smiling. No jade filled his teeth, which were perfectly even and white. Cordelia knew people who would have given their fortunes for teeth such as that. His eyes were a dark and startling green. His hair was thick and black. Tied back with a thong, it hung straight to the center of his back. A subtle difference in his features set him apart from other Rakvians. 

A cream-colored shirt was partly unlaced, showing the smooth dark skin of his chest. His shoulders were broad and his arms looked well-muscled. Snug rust-brown trousers encased long and finely-shaped legs. 

Octavia was breathing more rapidly, her veil fluttering in and out of her open mouth. "This time," she whispered, "I'm going to do more than kiss him!" 

Herunia turned in her chair and gave Tavi a withering look, which she ignored. Jasmine propped her elbow on her desk and her chin in her hand, and sighed, "Me, too!" 

Cordelia frowned, looking at the rest of the class. She was still new to the school, and wondered if her friends were pulling some elaborate prank on her. But most of the other girls had similar looks in their eyes, looks of anticipation or excitement or scandal. Surely the Dora wouldn't be part of a prank, and certainly not a noble paladin! 

As she puzzled, he walked to the front of the room and knelt before the Dora. She touched his shoulders and chest in blessing, then bent to kiss him, first on the brow, then the cheek, and then the lips. 

Cordelia watched in amazement as the kiss went on and on. She had never even seen her own parents kiss, and they were old and stodgy and didn't like each other very much. It was obvious that the handsome paladin and the beautiful Dora were nothing like her parents. 

Without letting his lips leave hers, Rick rose to a standing position and lost his hands in the Dora's fall of honey-blond hair. They seemed oblivious of their audience, as if the watching room of two dozen girls had ceased to exist. Their bodies moved together so that they touched along their entire length, not even keeping the six inches of space required in dancing. The Dora's full bosom pressed against Rick's chest. 

Octavia made a low sound and started fanning herself with the lower edge of her veil. Her chin was showing in the presence of a man, but she didn't seem to notice or mind. 

At last, the Dora stepped back. "In Dorian's name, be welcome," she said. 

"In Dorian's name, I thank you," he replied. 

Dora Leonilla gestured to a chair and he took it, grinning charmingly at the class. Most of the girls regained enough composure to decently avert their eyes, but Cordelia was shocked to see that some, Octavia included, met his gaze with boldness. 

The Dora leaned against her desk, looking flushed and premier than ever, even with her foreign coloring and unladylike definition of muscle. "Today, class, we are going to be discussing the aspects of physical love, Dorian's Gift to Her favored children. Rick has graciously agreed to assist me in demonstration." 

Cordelia felt her jaw drop so far that her own chin was in danger of becoming exposed. "You mean you're going to -" was as far as she got before she heard her own voice and realized she was speaking aloud. 

A ripple of laughter, some of it mean-spirited, rolled through the room. The Dora's laugh, however, was kind, as was Rick's. He looked at her, singling her out of the crowd, and she hastily dropped her head in embarrassment. 

"Yes, Cordelia, we are," the Dora said. "It is the custom here that you go ignorant to your marriage bed, more often than not with someone you've had no choice in marrying. I defy that custom. Dorian's Gift of Pleasure is the sweetest sensation our bodies can know. Only by enjoying it can we show Dorian that we appreciate Her Gifts, and inspire Her to bless us with children. No one Should partake of Her Gift in ignorance or surprise. Rich, would you help me with the curtain?" 

As they moved to draw back the curtain that concealed the raised platform behind the desk, Herunia turned again in her seat. 

"My father is going to be furious when he hears they've dared do this again!" she said. "If my tuition weren't paid for the whole term, he would have taken me out of this school last year! " 

"Oh, do shut up," Octavia said. "I'm just glad I wore my silk chemise today!" 

"I didn't wear one at all," Jasmine giggled. 

Cordelia felt her face flame. Never before had she heard anyone discuss their undergarments so openly, not even with the seamstress! And to go without a chemise! Her blush deepened when she looked to the front of the room and saw that the curtain had concealed a large bed, with a Swanshaven feather mattress and piles of cushions. 

"We've already shown you a kiss," the Dora said. "There are many ways to kiss, but in this class we shall be focusing on the passionate kind, the kind you will hopefully experience with your husbands. Now, even among passionate kisses, there are differences. The mouths can be closed and the kiss brief, like so -" she demonstrated "- or the lips can be soft and part slightly -" another example "- or both mouths might be open, permitting tongues to touch." 

"Eew," said a few of the girls, Cordelia among them. It sounded disgusting, but as the Dora melted into Rick's arms and their mouths locked together, it didn't look disgusting. 

"Look at his pants," Octavia whispered. "See the bulge?" 

"That's his -" Cordelia choked. In yesterday's class, the Dora had shown them drawings of unclothed men. Cordelia had only taken a quick glance, but remembered well enough what she'd seen. 

"He's huge!" Octavia said. "Wait until you see it in the flesh!" 

"Merciful gods!" Cordelia feared she would faint at the very idea. 

Octavia raised her hand. "Dora?" 

"Yes, Octavia?" 

"May we try?" 

Some of the girls gasped, but Cordelia noted that many of them looked eager, as if they'd wanted to ask the same thing, and those ones flashed Tavi looks of gratitude. 

"Rick, do you object?" the Dora asked. 

"Not at all!" he said. 

Octavia stood up. Cordelia tried to make herself invisible in her chair as Rick approached. Herunia was watching with stony disapproval. 

"You'll have to get rid of the veil," he said teasingly. "I don't want to kiss a fateful of silk." 

Jasmine leaned closer. "Just have him close his eyes and then lift it aside," she counseled. "That's what we did last year." 

"To the beggars with that!" Octavia said, and before the horrified eyes of her classmates she ripped off her veil and threw back her hood, letting her black curls tumble free around her bare face. 

Rick nodded happily. "That's more like it!" 

He should well be pleased, Cordelia thought. Octavia had skin like Sofa with cream and full, soft lips that would have been the envy of many a Courtesan. She stood proudly, aware of her beauty, in a posture almost arrogant of breast and hip. 

Rick caressed her face, touching her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw, mapping the forbidden territory that should have been covered by her veil. When his finger reached her lips, she pursed them to kiss the tip, then opened them to draw it into her mouth. She gave him the smoking look from beneath lowered lashes that Cordelia knew she practiced in the mirror every night. 

He withdrew his finger slowly, giving Octavia a smoldering look of his own. He moved his hands to the sides of her face, tipping it up, and kissed her long and firmly. "I remember you from last year," he said in a warm voice. 

"Would anyone else like to try?" The Dora looked over her students. "Madenia?" 

"I'd have to stand on my chair," the petite girl giggled. Standing, she was of a height to barely reach the middle of Rick's chest. 

"We can do better than that," he said, crossing the room in a couple of long strides and literally sweeping her off her feet. She squealed and kicked playfully, her skirt flying to show her legs all the way to the knee. 

Now they were eye to eye, though Madenia's slippers dangled several inches off the floor. She unpinned her veil with more care than Tavi, but the moment she was face-stripped she seized Rick by the ears and gave him a loud smack on the lips. 

"Madenia," the Dora scolded gently. "A real kiss." 

"Yes, Dora," Madenia said obediently, and pressed her mouth softly to his, letting her eyes drift shut. His arms tightened around her, then lowered her to the ground. Suddenly demure, she hastily repinned her veil arid dropped into her seat. 

"My turn! " Jasmina announced, starting to rise. 

Herunia grabbed her by the sash and yanked her back down. "Have you gone moonbeams?" 

Jasmine pulled away. "No. I know what I'm doing." 

She removed her sheer veil and the girls gasped again, for beneath it she wore cosmetics! Most of them wore eyeliner, and the wealthier girls like Herunia sometimes dusted their eyelids with powdered gold, but Jasmina's lips were a dark Courtesan red and her cheekbones were dramatically brought out with the color of roses. 

Rick grinned again and went to her. She rose on tiptoe and twined her arms around his neck, snuggling her body close to his, and kissed him almost as passionately as the Dora had done. It went on almost as long, too. When Jasmina finally released him and caught her breath, the Dora applauded approvingly. 

"Wonderful, Mina!" Tavi cheered, also clapping. "Now it's Cordelia's turn!" 

"What?" Cordelia blurted. "Oh, but I couldn't ..." 

"Of course you can," Tavi urged. "Mine and I did. You don't want to be a cold fish like Herunia, do you?" 

"Octavia," the Dora said, "don't pressure her. I don't want any of you to do more than you're comfortable doing. If Cordelia doesn't want to -" 

"That's all right, Dora," Cordelia heard herself say. "I do want to." 

The next thing she knew, she was standing beside her desk and sneaking a look at the handsome man approaching her. Past him, she could see Tavi and Jasmine beaming encouragement, and past them she could see Herunia's cold glower. She looked away from Herunia and concentrated on keeping herself from trembling. Despite her concentration, her hands shook as she reached up to unpin her veil. 

She faltered with her fingers on the tiny silver clips. She dropped her hands to her sides. "Maybe I can't," she said in a low voice, mortified over making a fool of herself in front of her classmates. The silly goosed new girl, they would say. 

He took her hands. "Don't be afraid, Cordelia. Dorian wouldn't want you to be afraid. If you'd rather, I'll close my eyes and you can just move your veil." 

She'd never been this near a man who wasn't father or brother. His hands were warm, tough with calluses but still gentle. She nodded before she could rethink it, and when his eyes were closed she lifted her veil away. He bent down carefully and she nearly giggled. He was like a small boy playing at blind man's bluff. She could not find him threatening, even if he was large and strong enough to snap her like a twig. They had a saying in her village, after all: an angry silkdog does more harm than a calm warhorse. 

So, still partly unable to believe it, she stretched up on tiptoe as Jasmina had done and hesitantly touched her lips to Rick's. 

He kissed her tenderly, almost protectively, until her trembling was lost in a confusion of languidness and new tension. Of their own accord, her lips parted slightly. His did the same. One of his hands slipped beneath her hood to stroke her hair. She wanted to throw her arms around him and press herself to him as the others had done, but dared not. With her pulse racing in her ears, she drew back and straightened her veil, breathing rapidly and sure she was blushing ruby-red. 

Octavia, who still had not covered her face, whooped in a most unladylike manner and slapped Cordelia on the shoulder, the way men did when they congratulated each other on especially good business deals. "I knew you could!" Tavi crowed. 

Cordelia mumbled something and slid gratefully into her seat. Rick paused to smile at her as he went to the front of the room. 

"Anyone else?" the Dora asked. 

A forest of dainty hands raised, the entire class except Herunia and the painfully modest Nambiria. Most did as Cordelia had done and just moved their veils aside, since few others were as daring as Octavia. Rick moved among them, giving each willing student a kiss that seemed just perfect for her. It was as if he knew exactly what each girl was feeling, and adjusted his response accordingly. 

When he was finished, he returned to the Dora and kissed her again, a long and lingering kiss of passion. With their new inklings of experience, the girls had a much baker idea of what was passing between them, and watched with even more appreciation. 

"Now, then," the Dora said, smoothing back her hair. "Dorian made our bodies so that we could derive pleasure from many things. Having someone stroke our hair, touching fur or silk, the taste of fine food, a warm bath ... many things are pleasurable. Especially our bodies. Our lips, as you have learned. For women, our breasts are also a source of pleasure for both ourselves and our men. We enjoy having them touched, men enjoy touching them." 

"Why?" Letitia asked. "Why do men like them so much?" 

"Partly because it makes the woman feel good," Rick replied. "Partly because they're beautiful and soft, warm, wonderful." 

"All women are different," the Dora said. "We all look different and are shaped differently. Some of us might have large breasts, others small. It may interest you to know that small breasts are often more sensitive. The most sensitive part of the breast is the nipple." 

The Dora's white gown fastened behind her neck and left her arms bare. As she spoke, she undid the clasp and let the upper part fall to her waist, where her gold belt prevented the rest of her gown from following. Her breasts were pale globes like the full moon, tipped with dark pink nipples. 

"Dorian's symbol is a triangle within a circle," the Dora continued, her voice rising to be heard over the muffed exclamations of shock from the students. "The circle represents life itself. The triangle is a symbol of femininity, and one of the interpretations is that the upper two points represent the breasts." 

Rick gazed admiringly at the Dora as she cupped her breasts, lifting them, displaying them. She beckoned to him and he moved behind her, replacing her hands with his own. The contrast between their skin tones, his dark and hers light, only emphasized the differences between them. 

The Dora let her head fall back and her eyes drift shut as Rick caressed her breasts. "The nipples, as you can see," she said, though her breath was becoming ragged, "become tight and erect when stimulated. This can happen when a woman is cold, or in any intense emotional state such as fear or anger, or, most pleasantly, when aroused." 

Rick pinched them gently between thumbs and forefingers, kissing the side of the Dora's neck as he did so. She moaned. 

"I've known a couple of women who can reach climax just from breast stimulation," Rick commented. 

"They must be exceptionally passionate," the Dora said. 

He smiled. "Oh, yes!" 

The Dora took a deep breath, causing her breasts to nearly overflow his hands. "In addition to caressing," she said, "many men enjoy kissing and sucking at a woman's breasts. And women certainly enjoy it as well!" 

"Isn't that just for babies?" one of the girls asked. 

Rick, grinning, shook his head as he moved to sit beside the Dora. He leaned over her and she swept his long hair out of the way so the class could see him lick at one of her taut nipples, then suck it deeply into his mouth. She sighed and arched her back. He alternated between them, keeping his hands busy as well, sometimes pushing her breasts together and running his tongue along the crevice between them, flicking it across both nipples, teasingly acting as if he was about to engulf one then taking the other instead. 

The Dora might have planned to continue her lecture, but could do little more than gasp and moan and hold his head firmly to her body. Her skin, which had been pale, was now flushed with rosy color. 

Cordelia felt as if her eyes were bulging out of her head. She had never imagined that what went on behind married people's closed doors was anything like this! Most of the other girls looked the same, though Tavi and Jasmine had more dreamy, longing expressions. 

Not only that, but she had unexpected tinglings in her own breasts, belly, and thighs. Her nipples were stiff against the sensible linen of her chemise. She shined in her seat, the movement somehow easing yet adding to her strange discomfort. 

Finally, the Dora liked Rick's head and kissed him, then returned her attention to the class. "The interest in upper body does go both ways. How many of you have been admiring Rick's chest?" 

Octavia's hand shot up, followed by Jasmina's. A few tentative others joined them, Cordelia's included. The Dora nodded to him, and Rick stood to strip off his shirt. He pulled the silk up over his head, revealing a flat, muscular abdomen and perfectly sculpted chest, marred only by a faint purplish bruise. His arms were just as impressive as they'd appeared through the fabric. 

The Dora placed one palm against his chest and moved it in a circular motion as she spoke. "As you can see, the man's chest is broader and more solid. Men do not have breasts, although their nipples are sensitive." She rubbed first one and then the other, Rick's expression proving her words true. "Some men, particularly northern ones, might have considerable hair on their chests, and even their arms and backs." 




Lessons Ch. 1



At that, many of the girls made "eew" sounds again. 

"Do women like that?" Zafellia asked. 

"Some women like men with beards," Jasmina said. 

The Dora nodded. "In Tarlak, where I am from, nearly all men wear beards. The women find it very attractive. Southern men, and elves, do not have as much hair on their faces or bodies. The skin is smooth, like Rick's. You may each touch him if you'd like." 

Rick strode among the desks, the muscles in his chest and arms and back flexing easily. Most of the girls reached eagerly enough to touch him, some just brushing their fingertips, others stroking more surely. When he reached Octavia, she rubbed firmly, then traced her fingernail down his stomach to the waist of his trousers. Then she seized his hands and brought them to her own bosom. 

"Octavia! " Herunia blurted, horrified. 

"It's all right," the Dora said. "Any of you who wish for Rick to touch you may ask him to do so." 

"Oooh," Tavi moaned, throwing her shoulders back and closing her eyes as his large hands cupped, then squeezed her breasts. "Wait, let me undo my gown!" 

"Let me help!" Rick deftly unfastened the long line of pearl buttons that held the front of her gown together. She shrugged out of it, leaving herself in nothing but her chemise. As she'd said, it was silk, pale yellow and as sheer as Jasmina's veil. It clung to her figure. Her nipples poked at the thin silk. 

Rick paused to admire her for a moment, then resumed touching her. She moaned again. 

"Is it nice, Tavi?" Cordelia asked breathlessly. 

"Very! You should try it!" 

"I don't know ..." Tavi looked like she was enjoying herself, and the others were watching with varying degrees of envy. Cordelia knew just by looking at her that eager Jasmine would soon take her turn. She made her decision. "All right, but over my gown." 

Rick turned to her, caught her wrist, and pressed her palm against his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath the warm skin. He was so close she could even smell him, musky and masculine. He touched her cheek through her veil, then let his fingers slide down over her neck, her shoulder, down, down, along the modest slope of her breast, until he found the stiff nipple. 

He grasped it gently and rolled it between thumb and forefinger. The friction of cloth against sensitive skin was overwhelming. Cordelia gasped in pleasure that verged on pain. As if he knew it was too much for her, he released the nipple and caressed both breasts. 

"I'm next!" Jasmine said, plucking her buttons open. She hadn't been jesting earlier; she wore no chemise at all. Her sash caught her gown at her waist. Her breasts were smaller than the Dora's, but upright and well-shaped, their nipples a dark plum color. 

"It looks wonderful, but I wouldn't dare!" Cordelia whispered back. "Besides, do Rakvian men even do that?" 

"I hope so," Jasmine said. 

"I can barely sit still," Tavi complained. She wriggled in her seat, tugging her chemise up to her hips, and put a hand between her thighs. "Ooh! Mina, try touching that spot! It is pure magic!" 

Jasmine, whose gown still hung open to her waist, undid the rest of the buttons and let it hang from her shoulders like a loose robe. She bent her knee so that one foot rested on the seat of her chair, and peered at her own hairless mound, opening it so that the glistening folds were visible. She covered it with her palm and giggled. "It's so hot!" Then she pressed the first two fingers of one hand onto the little dark red button. Her entire body jerked. "Oh! Oh, Tavi, you're right!" 

Cordelia longed to try it, but just couldn't bring herself to hike up her skirts right in class. Fascinated, she watched her friends, both slouching back in their chairs with their heads thrown back and eyes shut in pure pleasure. 

"Need some help?" Rick asked from right beside Cordelia. It wasn't until he spoke that she realized that the entire class and the Dora were watching Tavi and Jasmine. 

Both opened their eyes, and neither of them looked the least bit ashamed at their sudden audience. Jasmine spoke first. "Yes, please!" 

Rick knelt in front of her and she braced her feet on the edge of her desk, gripping the back of her chair over her head. "Please do to me what you did to the Dora! " she said. 

"My pleasure, and hopefully yours too," he said, and bent to her open legs. Cordelia couldn't see much because Jasmina's thigh was in the way, but she could hear as Jasmine wailed in ecstasy. 

"All of what you've seen is pleasurable," the Dora said, raising her voice to be heard. "The pinnacle of Dorian's Gift of Pleasure is the climax. The man's climax releases his seed, which is necessary to help Dorian give us the Gift of creating new life. Usually, a man is spent after one time and must rest before enjoying more. Some women, however, are blessed to experience many climaxes. If you are fortunate, your husbands will be willing to share many with you before even reaching their own." 

Jasmine shrieked and her heels drummed on the desk. "Dorian! " Her body quivered uncontrollably. She nearly fell to the floor but Rick caught her. She curled sideways in her chair, gasping and softly repeating the goddess' name. 

"Jasmine has just experienced one," the Dora said. 

"How was it?" another of the girls demanded. 

"Huh," Jasmina said. "Oh. Ummmm." 

"That means she liked it," Octavia panted. Her hands hadn't stopped moving while Rick was pleasuring Jasmine, and she now turned desperately to him. "Please?" 

"Gladly." He lowered her to the floor beside Cordelia's chair. 

Cordelia stifled a pang of disappointment as Rick moved to Jasmine and began fondling her. Would that she were as bold! 

But Jasmina turned out to be bolder than she'd thought, for within moments she had urged Rick's mouth to her breasts and was enjoying even greater delights. Her gold-painted nails dug small crescents into his shoulders, her pulse fluttered visibly in her throat, and her ecstatic moans filled the classroom. 

When Rick moved on to give other classmates their turn, Jasmina collapsed into her seat. "I hope my father finds me a husband soon!" she panted. "This is better than panda root!" 

"You're so brave, Jasmine," Cordelia said enviously. "I didn't even undo one button!" 

Octavia chuckled. "We have a saying in my village: market doesn't close until the last buyer's left. Class isn't over yet." 

** 

Continued in Ch. 2 



Lessons Ch. 2



She saw with relief that most of the others left their gowns buttoned. As with the kisses, Rick seemed to know exactly what each girl's limits were, and did not press them. By the time he rejoined the Dora on the platform, nearly all of them were breathless from new-sparked passion and anticipation. Not even a master wizard addressing apprentices could command such riveted attention as was now focused on the Dora. 

"The custom here in Rakis, a custom which comes from Symbya, is for ladies to use creams to rid themselves of hair on Dorian's Mound," the Dora said as she unfastened her belt. 

Zafellia raised her hand, laughing. "My grandmother uses it on her upper lip!" 

"Such is not the custom in Tarlak," the Dora continued as if she hadn't heard, letting her gown slide to the floor. Her belly was just slightly rounded, her hips a bit wide but curved nicely, and her mound was covered with blond curls. Her legs, as they knew from the short tunics she wore in the summertime, were possessed of their own muscular grace that was unfashionable but certainly attractive. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs, showing herself to them. She used her fingers to spread the folds of her woman's flower. Rick watched avidly, stroking her breasts and thighs. 

"Although many parts of a woman's body can bring her pleasure, the most intense spot is here, this lump, or button, at the top of the opening. When it is stimulated, it helps the woman become ready by exciting her even further, causing her inner juices to flow. A woman can touch it herself, or her partner might ..." she nodded to Rick, who slid his finger between her folds and rubbed slowly. "Mmmm," she sighed, unable to speak further. 

"Or," Rick said, "many men enjoy kissing a woman here, using his lips and tongue as well as his hands." He knelt between the Dora's legs. 

Although they couldn't see what was going on, the girls could tell it was strongly affecting the Dora. She raised her legs and rested her heels on Rick's broad shoulders. Her hands moved through his hair. Her cries of pleasure filled the classroom. 

"Oh, I want to try that!" Octavia whispered to Cordelia. 

Cordelia could see everything this time. As Rick kissed Octavia's inner thighs, ran his tongue along the outer flesh, and spread the folds to taste within, Cordelia imagined it was herself. She could almost feel the soft wet tongue leaving trails which cooled then warmed then cooled again on the tidal currants of his breath. Octavia was quieter than Jasmina, gulping in great breaths of air and letting them out in long sighs and gentle moans, caressing her own breasts. 

It was over much quicker, with Octavia tensing, then relaxing in a series of shudders. "Oooh, yes!" she sighed. 

"Would anyone else like to try?" the Dora asked. 

"Do try, Cordelia," Octavia urged. 

As much as she wanted to, Cordelia rapidly shook her head. The rest of the girls were similarly reluctant, though all of them except Herunia were obviously excited. Herunia had actually taken a book from her desk and was reading, or pretending to. 

"Well, then, I think it's time for you to see how to pleasure a man," Dora Leonilla announced. "We looked at pictures yesterday, but drawings pale in comparison to flesh. Rick, if you're ready ...?" 

"I am," he said, and went to stand before the Dora. She began unlacing his trousers. 

"A man's organ has many different names, from the vulgar to the humorous. In Tarlak, we are fond of the term 'little soldier,' but it might also be referred to as a lance, a rod, or manhood." 

She motioned for Rick to turn his back to the class and tugged the trousers down to his feet. The girls gasped again as his sculpted, firm buttocks came into view. He stepped out of the pile of cloth and turned to face them. His rod stood proudly out in front, jutting from a nest of silky black curls. 

Cordelia had no reference to compare it to, but she was sure he was large among men. His skin there was a slightly darker and rosier color than the rest of him. 

"How do men go about with such things all day?" Nambiria asked dubiously. 

"It's not always like this," Rick explained. 

"Arousal causes it to swell, to become erect," the Dora added. "When a man is not aroused, his rod remains sort, and is generally smaller." 

"But when a man is in the company of so many lovely young women ..." Rick said with a grin, gesturing helplessly at himself. "Well, it's unavoidable." 

"Here, once again, we have Dorian's sacred triangle," the Dora said. "The rod itself, and these two organs beneath it, which also have various names. They are filled with the man's precious seed. Now, as you can see, while the woman's triangle points down, the man's points up." 

Octavia and some of the others laughed, but Cordelia didn't catch the jest. 

"This area of a man is very sensitive. Not so much the shaft as the tip, but when stroking a man it is well to pay attention to both. Note how the shaft is made so that a woman's hand curls perfectly around it." She demonstrated, rubbing back and forth. "The tip is hidden by skin which can be drawn back like so. Here at the end is the hole from which the seed emerges." 

Rick uttered a low moan. The Dora reached between his legs with her other hand to cup the pouch which dangled there. 

"A delicate touch is necessary here," she continued. "You can feel the two organs within, like soft walnuts or plums." 

"But it's so big," tiny Madenia said. "How can that go in a woman without hurting her?" 

"Sometimes it does hurt," the Dora admitted. "If a woman is a virgin, or if she hasn't been made ready, there can be some pain, and for virgins there is occasionally a bit of bleeding. The important thing to remember is that a woman's passage was made to stretch enough to let a baby pass through. How many of you have seen a new baby? Much larger than even the most endowed man, I assure you." 

Rick managed to speak through his impassioned moans. "A true man, one in Dorian's good favor, will be careful with his lover and not give more or sooner than she is ready for." 

"True," the Dora said. "Now, we've seen how hands can give pleasure, and we've seen how a man's mouth can give a woman pleasure. A woman's mouth can be equally effective." She kissed his shaft, ran her tongue along it, then sucked the tip into her mouth. 

Rick groaned and his knees buckled so that he nearly fell. The Dora raised her head and let him recline on the bed, then bent to her task again. Her blond head bobbed slowly up and down, leaving his rod shining and damp. One hand held it around the base while the other kept moving, first sliding up and down in counterpoint to her mouth, then cupping his pouch, then rubbing his lower belly and thighs. 

"I did that last year," Octavia whispered to Cordelia. "Probably not nearly that well, but I've practiced since." 

"With who?" Cordelia gasped. 

"With a sausage," Tavi admitted. "But I can't wait to try the real thing. I tell you, Deelie, I think I was a fool to just suck on that sausage." 

The Dora paused and addressed the class, one hand still moving leisurely up and down. "The purpose of these activities is threefold: to pleasure, to make ready, and to provide wetness. A man's rod can enter a woman more easily if there is adequate lubrication. Sometimes, though, you and your man might be satisfied to just please each other with hands and mouths. I could continue until Rick reached his climax and released his seed -" 

"But where would it go?" Sofinia asked without even raising her hand. 

"It could spill free onto the bedclothes, or I could take it into my mouth," the Dora replied. 

Another chorus of "Eew," but fewer this time as most of the girls continued listening in fascination. 

"A man's seed is liquid, milky white in color and somewhat thick. The taste varies from man to man, and even from day to day depending on what the man has eaten, but in general it is slightly salty and a bit sweet. Some women prefer to wash it from their mouths, while others swallow it. Either is acceptable to Dorian. Swallowing it is less messy, and men tend to prefer it because it shows that the woman cares enough for him not to spit out his precious seed." 

"Dora?" Tavi asked. "May we try this too?" 

"If Rick is willing." 

"Of course," he said, breathing heavily. 

"Those of you who wish to, come forward," the Dora said. "It wouldn't be fair to poor Rick to make him walk among you on legs weak with passion." 

Octavia jumped up, pulling Cordelia with her. Cordelia started to protest, then let herself be dragged along. Jasmine reached the platform first, still bare except for her jewelry and cosmetics. She clambered eagerly onto the bed beside the Dora. 

None of the other girls came forth, though all continued watching eagerly. Even Herunia had lifted her gaze from her book. 

The Dora took Jasmina's hand and led it to Rick's erect rod. It lurched as if of its own accord when she touched it, and she giggled. "It's alive!" 

"Many men sometimes think of their little soldiers as having minds of their own," the Dora said. She nodded approvingly as Jasmina's hand began moving. "You have a knack for this." 

Rick groaned agreement. Jasmina's caress was less knowledgeable than the Dora's, more curious and exploratory, but what she lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm and innate talent. Before long, she lowered her head and kissed the tip of his rod with her painted lips. A small drop of fluid had seeped from the hole and she licked it away. 

"It does taste salty," she said. "Good, though!" Then there was no more room for words as she sucked his rod deeply into her mouth. 

Rick laid his hands along the sides of her head, guiding her movements, matching them with slow steady rocking of his hips. His body was tense, his skin flushed darker. 

The Dora turned to the rest of the class. "Sometimes, a man and woman might please each other in this fashion at the same time, positioning themselves loins to mouth, either lying on their sides or one atop the other." 

Rick lifted Jasmina's head from his rod, his breathing ragged. "Should stop for a moment," he said. "Otherwise it'll be over too soon." 

With a smug satisfied smile, Jasmine crawled down from the platform and licked her lips. "That was fun!" 

"I'm next!" Tavi declared. She poked Rick's shoulder until his eyes opened. "May we try what the Dora was describing?" 

He took a few deep breaths, calming himself "Sure!" 

She got on the bed next to him, started to swing her leg up, hesitated, put it down, her face a pretty frown of confusion. "How - oh!" as Rick grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her into the air, settling her widespread legs down over his face. Her surprised exclamation turned into a yelp of passion as he wasted no time putting his lips and tongue to work. 

Not to be outdone, Tavi took hold of the column of flesh rising in front of her and started kissing and licking. She engulfed it as far as she could, so deeply that Cordelia wondered if she was swallowing the rod entire. 

Drawn as if by hypnosis, Cordelia moved closer and leaned over to watch Rick's rod sliding in and out of Tavi's mouth. She wondered what it would be like to do that to a man, to feel the veined column rubbing against her lips and tongue. 

All of a sudden, his rod popped out as Tavi began gasping for breath. Her quivering thighs clamped around Rick's head. "Oh, it's happening again!" 

Rick grabbed her bottom, holding her tight as her body shuddered. She muffed her cries by filling her mouth with him once again, groping blindly to seize Cordelia's wrist. 

Before she knew what was happening, Cordelia found her hand pressed against the thick base of Rick's rod. It was hot, damp. The fine hairs curled around her fingers. Tavi's lips brushed against the back of her hand. 

She started to pull away, then changed her mind and closed her tiny fist around him, squeezing and rubbing. Rick's hips bucked. He cried out in passion and warning. 

"Girls ..." the Dora began, but she was too late. 

Cordelia felt Rick's rod spasm. Tavi recoiled in surprise as white fluid began spurting from the tip, but she recovered quickly and kept sucking. 

Some of it dribbled down onto Cordelia's hand. Rick's long legs shifted uncontrollably, pushing pillows on the floor. For a moment, every muscle was perfectly etched against his skin. Then all tension went out of him. 

Absolute silence reigned in the classroom. Cordelia slowly withdrew her hand, wiping it in the linens. Tavi rolled off of Rick and collapsed. 

"Gods," Jasmina finally said. "Is everyone all right?" 

"They're fine," the Dora smiled. 

"But now we won't get to see more!" Zafellia complained. 

"Give me a few moments," Rick panted. 

As he lay with his forearm over his eyes, his remarkable body lightly sheened with sweat, the rest of the girls crowded around. 

"What was it like, Octavia?" Sofinia asked. 

"Wonderful! " 

"Was it salty, like Jasmina said?" Madenia asked. 

"Sort of, but not as strong as seawater." 

"Why did you grab my hand?" Cordelia demanded. 

"Oh, Deelie, I was enjoying it so much that I wanted you to have a chance too." 

"Dora, is class over?" another girl asked, sounding disappointed. 

"Rick?" the Dora asked. 

"With a little encouragement, we could certainly continue," he said. 

"Cordelia," the Dora said, "would you like to do it?" 

"You mean ...?" she said, chewing nervously on her lip. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I'd like that, Dora." 

"I'll help," Jasmine said, getting back on the bed. Cordelia settled down across from her, Rick's hips between them. The Dora helped him prop his head up on cushions so he could watch. 

His rod lay on his thigh, smaller than it had been and soft. Jasmine stroked it gently, motioning for Cordelia to do the same. She did, feeling the texture, the strange boneless weight of it, the way the skin moved loosely over the flesh. 

Soon, a most remarkable transformation occurred and his rod began to swell and straighten in their grasp. The rest of the class murmured in awe. Cordelia and Jasmine exchanged proud glances. 

"Go on, taste it," Jasmine urged. 

Tavi made encouraging motions. She was still sprawled on the bed, her chemise bunched around her waist, and one of Rick's hands was hidden between her legs. His other hand was stroking the Dora's breasts. 

Cordelia averted her eyes from Rick and removed her veil. She knew she wasn't nearly as pretty as Tavi or Jasmine, but she had never considered herself plain either. She ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, tasting salty moisture. She sucked just the tip into her mouth while Jasmina rubbed and fondled lower down. 

Emboldened by the pleasure evident on Rick's face, Cordelia took it in further, until the end nudged the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, lips tight around the shaft, tongue rolling and flicking. 

"Well done," the Dora said. "You girls have been paying attention, I see. Should I now demonstrate more of Dorian's Gift?" 

Rick untangled himself from the three students. They rather reluctantly got down to stand beside the bed, making room for the Dora as she sat beside him. 

"There are many ways for a man and woman to do this," she said. "In general, anything that is not displeasing to either party is well within Dorian's sight. The most traditional way is for the man to lay atop the woman." 

She laid back and spread her legs, bending them at the knees and bracing her feet on the cushions. Rick positioned himself between them and rubbed the tip of his rod along her folds. 

"This way permits the couple to make eye contact and kiss. The woman may caress the man's back, or lightly scratch it if that pleases them, or hold to his hips or buttocks. She may raise her legs over his shoulders, lock her ankles over his back, or do whatever else is comfortable." She sighed in delight, then continued. "What Rick is doing now is extremely pleasurable without actually entering. This can be done for a variety of reasons. If a woman wishes to remain virgin yet dabble in Dorian's Gifts, for instance." 

Rick slowly sank his rod into the Dora's opening. She raised her hips to meet his downward movement. The girls exclaimed as the whole impressive length went in, without causing any discomfort to the Dora. Quite the opposite, for she responded with nothing but increasing pleasure. He pulled back, then thrust again. 

"The pace of the lovemaking will vary depending on the mood of the couple," the Dora said, her lecture punctuated by breathy moans. "It can range from slow and tender to wild clothes-tearing frenzy." 

Rick nuzzled the side of her neck, nibbled her chin, stole the next words from her mouth with a kiss. His buttocks flexed and released, flexed and released, as he drove his rod rhythmically in and out. 

"We should show them another way," the Dora murmured. 

"Mm-hmm." He rose onto his knees, his rod sticking out. "Turan fashion?" 

"Very well." 

"Turan?" Zafellia asked. 

"In Tura," the Dora said as Rick stretched out on his back, "the woman rule the men, and assert their dominance by always taking the top in their lovemaking. Riding their men." She straddled Rick, reaching beneath herself to aim his rod correctly, then sank down and impaled herself. She supported her weight on hands placed on either side of his head and began rocking. 

"You can also kiss this way," Rick said, "and the man has free access to the woman's beautiful breasts." He thrust upward as the Dora came down. They moved more quickly, his thighs slapping her bottom. 

Sofinia leaned in close to peer at the place where their bodies met. "It just goes all the way in," she marveled. "All ofthat, inside!" 

"Do men like being taken like beasts?" Nambiria wondered. 

"I don't know about most men, but I like strong women," Rick said. "I love giving them pleasure in whatever way I can. This way, the woman goes at the pace that pleases her, so I learn what she wants." 

"Oh, soon now," the Dora said. "Oh, yes, oh, Dorian, yes!" 

He held her hips firmly, letting her ride out her storm like a ship on the high seas. Her blond hair flew wildly. Her belly shimmied like a page dancer's. Her wordless cry filled the room, and ended when she buried her face in Rick's chest. Her frantic movements came to a gradual stop. 

"Whew," Rick said. "I don't know how much longer I can last!" 

"We'll just show them the stallion position, then, and they can figure the rest out from books or their own imaginations," the Dora said. She clambered off of him and got on hands and knees. 

Rick knelt behind her. He spared a grin for the awestruck girls. "It's called the stallion position for obvious reasons." 

"Like a stallion breeding a mare," Jasmine said. 

Rick slid smoothly into the Dora from behind. She moaned, then said, "The couple cannot kiss this way, nor see each other, but it does give new and different sensations. The woman can also reach back, like this, to touch the man." She stretched her hand under herself and fondled the part of Rick that wasn't inside of her. 

His back arched as he thrust faster and faster. The Dora pushed her bottom back to meet him, the impact causing her breasts to jiggle madly. The entire bed shook in sympathy. 

"Oh, Dorian!" Rick called. "I'm almost ready!" 

"Wait!" Octavia cried. "What about us?" 

He jerked, surprised, and came loose of the Dora. She turned and stared at Octavia. "What?" 

"Jasmine and I want to try," Tavi said. "Please, Dora? Please, Rick?" 

Cordelia gaped, thunderstruck. But Rick's face split in a beaming grin. "Sure!" 

Octavia threw aside her chemise, scrambled onto the bed, and mimicked the Dora's pose. "Go slow, though. I don't want it to hurt." 




Lessons Ch. 2



"I will," he said. He opened her folds with his fingers, probing gently inside. 

"Ooh, that feels nice," Tavi said. 

"How about this?" He rubbed the tip of his rod against her. 

"Even better!" 

"Don't wear him out, Tavi," Jasmina said. She was perched on the edge of the bed, rubbing herself leisurely, waiting her turn. 

"Here goes," Rick said, and began pushing slowly. 

She winced briefly. "Gods, it feels so big!" 

It looked even bigger going into Octavia than it had with the Dora. He pushed it all the way in, then just as slowly drew it out. Tavi let her head drop onto her crossed arms. Rick held her around the waist and thrust again. 

By now, watching their classmate, most of the girls had abandoned their propriety and were caressing themselves, either through or under their gowns. 

Cordelia couldn't stand it anymore. She yanked her gown and chemise to her waist and stuck both hands between her legs. She found herself soaked with desire. Her fingers found her button and an explosion of heat went through her. Intense as it was, she knew it was nothing compared to how she'd feel if she kept going. 

Tavi was mewling and gasping now, rocking with Rick. His rod plunged in and out. His face was a mask of iron control. Cordelia imagined she was in Tavi's place, and her fingers moved faster. 

"Aiii!" Tavi cried, flinging her head up, then down into the pillows. She rammed herselfbackwards furiously, almost knocking Rick off the bed. When her shaking subsided, she crawled weakly away from him and curled up around a pillow. 

Rick sat back on his heels and regarded her, then grinned at the Dora. "Passionate bunch, these Rakvian girls." 

"Lifetimes of repression," the Dora said. "Jasmine?" 

"Yes, Dora!" Jasmine knelt facing Rick, kissing him and rubbing her breasts against his chest while she stroked his eager rod. He cupped her buttocks, then reached down to her hairless mound. At his touch, she flung herself back and lay with knees raised. "Oh, please, I can't wait another moment!" 

He raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Oh, yeah?" With that, he dropped to lick her folds until she was shrieking with pleasure. 

Cordelia felt like steam was rising from her skin. Each movement of her fingers against her slick flesh brought new waves of sensation. 

Rick rose over Jasmina and rubbed his rod along her folds as he had done with the Dora. She writhed beneath him, her heels thumping on his hips and back. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, gods, please do it! Please stick me with that big thing!" Jasmine babbled, clutching his arms and trying to pull him down. "Do it! I don't care if it hurts! Fill me now! Oh, gods, please, now, it's happening now, I want to feel it in me!" 

He thrust deeply, pinning her. She shrieked again, this time partly in pain, but even that didn't stop her from shoving her hips up at him in frantic passion. Rick's lower lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes screwed shut in concentration as he fought to prolong his own pleasure. 

Cordelia felt an indescribable fire building within her, a brink she was rushing toward, but like chasing something in a dream she seemed unable to catch it, unable to bring herself over. 

Rick withdrew from Jasmine, who hitched herself over to Octavia and the two girls lay against each other in a breathless pile. Rick's rod still stood stiff, seemingly even larger than ever, engorged. 

The Dora kissed Rick. "Well done," she said to him. "Now it's your turn." 

"Dora, may I?" Cordelia asked. "Please? I want to do it too." 

Rick lay back, his rod pointing straight up. "Climb on," he invited. To the Dora, he said, "I can last a bit longer. At least, I hope I can." 

Still holding her chemise around her waist, Cordelia got onto the bed. Rick put his hand between her legs, grinning when he found her so wet and ready. He helped her straddle him. She sat astride his hips, his rod resting along her folds add nudging her feverishly aroused button. She wiggled her bottom, sending sparks of white light dancing across her vision. 

She raised up so that his rod pressed against her opening. It felt huge. She pushed down a tiny bit, feeling it stretch her. She groaned softly. 

Rick rubbed his thumb slowly over her hard little button. More dampness flooded her, loosened her. She pushed down steadily. The sensation of fullness, combined with the knowledge that a man was inside her, pushed her over that unseen brink. It crashed over her like a wave breaking on the cliffs. Her inner muscles clenched around Rick's throbbing length. She heard herself wail in pleasure, the tiny flash of pain lost amid the ecstasy. She rammed her bottom down, taking him in all the way. 

"Oh, Dorian!" Rick cried. He suddenly began moving within her, thrusting so hard he lifted her off the mattress. His rapid, forceful movement intensified her climax, shaking her with explosion after explosion until she thought she would just burst in a shower of sparks. He fisted his hands in her hair bringing her face to his and kissing her so hard she couldn't breathe. 

Cordelia huddled against his chest, shuddering, unable to believe what had just happened to her. She had never imagined that her body could feel this way. A fleeting thought, that she had just given her virginity to a near-total stranger, passed through her mind and was dismissed with barely a nod of recognition. 

Someone stroked her damp hair back from her face. She looked up at Dora Leonilla. The blond woman was smiling. 

"Oops," Rick said, although he didn't sound terribly distressed. 

"That's all right," the Dora said. "We'll have more time later." 

"Did I ... I mean, did you ...?" Cordelia stammered. 

"I sure did. You were wonderful! All of you were! " He grinned at Jasmina and Octavia, then gave Cordelia a sweet kiss on the lips. 

"Dora?" 

"Yes, Cordelia?" 

"I think I'm going to like this school!" 

**

The End



Lessons: First Time



I found her name in the back of a local swingers newspaper, in small print, at the bottom of a column. "Mistress Jade, Private training sessions, Become the man I want you to be." I clipped the ad and carried it around in my wallet for almost a month before I got the courage to call. A formal sounding older woman, who told me that the Mistress was busy with a client, answered it promptly. But she told me that the Mistress was still accepting clients, and scheduled me an appointment for the next Tuesday evening. I worried for the next week if I was doing the right thing, but I was still there on time.

The house was located in an older but distinguished part of town. It was classy but demure, and I felt my throat tighten as I rang the bell. An older woman, who introduced herself as the woman I talked to earlier, opened the door Mistress' Jade Secretary. She showed me into the house, took my coat, and showed me into a room to one side, a library. I spent about half an hour nervously wandering, absently reading the book titles before I heard the door open behind me. I turned and was stunned by the sight I saw.

The doorway framed her for a second; in an entrance Hollywood could not have choreographed better. My eyes started low, slowly climbing the laces of her black knee-high stiletto-heel boots, up her black stockinged legs, past her black leather mini-skirted hips, admiring the white silk shirt that encased her torso, pausing at the black velvet choker, and coming to rest on her face. Her long straight black hair was perfect, and slung behind her shoulders. Her skin was like porcelain, her features exotic, and what little makeup she wore was perfect. I found I couldn't look her directly in the eyes, just darting glimpses. She walked across the hardwood floor, her heels clicking with each step. She sat down in a comfortable chair set on the edge of the area rug, beside the fireplace. I stood there, not knowing what else to do.

"So you wish to serve me do you?" she asked, her voice soft yet crisp, with just the faint hint of an oriental accent. I approached her and began to say yes when she stopped me with a raised hand. "If you wish to serve me you must follow my every command promptly and without hesitation. You are mine to do with as I will; do you understand this?" I nodded assent. "Then stand in the center of the carpet slave," she commanded. I did so, feeling uneasy, but aroused too.

"Strip naked, let me see if you are worth having." I hesitated, and she reached beside the chair and pulled up a leather-riding crop, smacking it against her palm repeatedly. "Do NOT make me repeat myself," she hissed. I slowly, and with as much dignity as I could muster, undressed, throwing my clothes in a heap where she pointed, until I stood before her exposed. She smiled wickedly and bid me to approach her. When I did she used the tip of the crop to examine my penis, still flaccid but beginning to respond to her attention. She then indicated for me to slowly pirouette, and to continue doing so until she said otherwise. I did so, and every time my exposed bum was towards her she would smack it with the crop, lightly at first, but increasing in force each time, until I could almost not stand it. But my cock was also responding now, growing to a fully erect size. 

I was embarrassed, my ass cheeks felt on fire, and I was sure that I would soon break into tears. She must have sensed I was going to break because she stopped, and ordered me to my knees in front of her.

"Not bad for a beginner dear," she said as she stroked my flushed face with the now hot riding crop, "not bad at all." She absent-mindedly fondled my genitalia with her boot, and I the few times I managed to look her in the face I saw a thoughtful look there. "I've been trying to decide how you should serve me," she began. "Your very manly normally aren't you? You spend a lot of time being tough?" I nodded assent silently, wondering where she was going with this.

"I need a new sissy maid, do you know what that is?" she asked. I shook my head no as I was unfamiliar with the term; she smiled. "A sissy maid is someone who dresses up as a girl and serves me, privately and at parties as a servant girl. Your duties will include household tasks, and anything else I assign you. At all times you must strive to make sure I am pleased, because if I am not I will take you over my knee and spank you no matter where we are or who may be present. Are you willing to serve me this way?" I felt sick, because this was not what I had bargained for, but I was afraid to make her lose interest in me, so I nodded assent.

A snap of her fingers brought in two naked young women adorned with leather collars carefully carrying a large metal tub filled with water. They placed it in the middle of the rug, and then quietly left. Mistress Jade indicated that I was to get into the tub, which I did. The water was warm, and felt good as I stood in it up to my knees. The young women returned at this point, each carrying a small bag. Each opened their pouch and withdrew a bar of soap, and after lathering them up in the water they began to soap me down. When I was completely lathered they stopped and put their soaps down and reached into their pouches again and withdrew a pair of razors. I must have appeared nervous, because Mistress told me that a sissy maid must be smooth and hair-free, and that I should relax. The women shaved my body quickly and efficiently, removing all my body hair, except for my head hair. It was strangely erotic, feeling them remove my hair, the razor sliding across my flesh. The only time I got nervous and embarrassed is when they had me spread my legs wide, and then shaved my crotch, then had me bend over and shaved my ass crack. When they were done I was completely smooth.

Mistress Jade indicated for me to step out of the tub, and I did so happily since the water was now cooling. She bid me to approach her, and when I did she ran her hands over my body, examining the shaver's work; she seemed pleased and dismissed the women, who took the tub with them. Her gentle stroking of my flesh caused my cock to again rise, which she noticed immediately. She indicated for me to kneel before her, and then spread my knees apart and slipped her boot between them, nestling its pointy toe under my sack.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself so far slave, but I can't have you being erect for the next while" she told me. "Masturbate for me, and close your eyes and fantasize about all the things you want to have happen to you as my slave." My cock jumped at her command, and I quickly began stroking myself, already feeling the pressure building inside. The feel of her boot under my sack was intense, and she began massaging the flesh between my sack and my butt hole; the feeling was incredible. Between that, the scent of leather and the wild and kinky thoughts running through my head it took only a few minutes for me to cum, sending several strands of fluid out to land on Mistress' polished boots. I tried to relax, but she pushed her boot toe up higher, until I couldn't relax. I looked up at her, and saw she was displeased.

"Look at the mess you've made on my boots" she said through clenched teeth. "Clean it up now." My eyes darted around for a cloth or something to wipe it up with, but found nothing. "With your mouth slave" she commanded, "lick and suck your cum of my boots NOW." I wasn't quick enough I guess because she backhanded me across the face, her beautiful features distorted as she again yelled "NOW." I lent over and tentatively licked a small area, at first revolted, but soon found the taste not bad, if not appealing. I began lick and suck my cum up with a fervor only slightly prompted by Mistress' boot toe. I felt so dirty, licking her boots clean, and the comments she made almost continuously did little to help that. "Oh yes bitch, lick my boots, taste your cum as it rolls down your throat, you like it don't you, the taste of cum you dirty girl." When I finished my task she raise the leg to inspect the job, she smiled and then pushed me back on my ass with her foot.

"Stand up slave," she commanded, "are you ready for the next phase?" I was unsure of what she meant, but nodded eagerly. She snapped her fingers, and the same two women returned, this time carrying bundles over their arms. Without a word they began their task, pushing me down to sit on an ottoman that had appeared behind me. They each rolled a black stocking up a leg, and then teamed up to put a garter belt around my waist and connect the straps. The feel of the silky material against my shaved legs felt wonderful, and as they worked on the straps I discreetly rubbed my legs together. They then stood me up and spread my legs apart. 

One of them reached between my legs from behind and manipulated my genitalia into the smallest possible package and tucked it down and between my thighs, while the other secured it there with flesh colored tape. It was uncomfortable, but did not hurt. As I stood there trying to get comfortable one of them reached down and grabbed a pair of thong silk panties from the bundle, and the other one lifted first one leg and then the other, and slide them up. As they were put into place, the thong back slipping between my ass checks, the silk front encasing my bare crotch it felt wonderful. Every nerve was ultra-sensitive, and I found myself becoming lost in the sensations. They slipped my arms through a bra's straps, securing it behind me, and tucked a pair of b-cup falsies in to mold them out. I felt odd with the bra on, my breathing constricted, and my chest heavy with the weight of the breasts. 

My arms were raised and a one-piece black satin party dress was pulled over my head. It was basic, with a slight flair at the bottom and thin straps over the shoulders. One of the women put a small leather choker around my neck, while the other fitted me into 4" high heels and secured their ankle straps. I sat there, unsure of what to do as the women worked in a whirlwind, finally fitting me with a long wavy brown wig and putting makeup on my face. I felt as if a female mask had been applied, with the foundation and all, and my lips felt weird with lipstick encasing them. The women stepped back and helped me to my feet. The whole process had taken about an hour, but to me it seemed like an instant. On command I pirouetted for Mistress Jade, and I blushed when she clapped quietly the women retrieved their things and were dismissed from the room.

Mistress Jade pointed to a full-length mirror on one wall, and when I saw myself in it I was shocked; it didn't look anything like me! Instead I was a pretty brunette girl, demure, but undeniably sexy. I turned proud towards Mistress Jade, and she beckoned me to her. I couldn't walk worth a damn in the heels though, and after a few steps she told me to stop. "I don't want you damaged dear, so crawl to me instead," she said soothingly. I knelt down and got on my hands and knees and began crawling towards her, careful not to snag my nylons. I felt so wanton and slutty, my ass wiggling as I moved slowly, and my heart raced and my cheeks flushed. When I got to her she had me curl up at her feet and cuddle one leg. It felt so right, like that was where I belonged, that I smiled when she began stroking my face and telling me what a pretty girl I was.

"You have promise dear," she commented, "but first let me explain some rules. Your name is now…. Samantha. You are a sissy girl, and no longer a man. You will not be allowed to act like a man, sexually or otherwise, while you are in my service. The more feminine you become the happier I will be, and the happier you will be in return. Follow my commands and you will be rewarded, disobey me and you will be severely punished. Sometimes you will be punished just for my enjoyment, and you will strive to put on a good show for me. Do you understand?" I nodded assent, happy to be wanted. "Now, for being such a good girl," she smiled at me as she raised her skirt and spread her legs, "I will let you satisfy me orally." As I buried my face into her, determined to make her as happy as I now felt, I heard her content sigh and knew this was what I had always wanted...



Lessons for Jessica



Thanks so much to Angel Love for editing this for me.

(This story is a continuation of my previous two stories: 'Amber Conquers', and 'Sandi and Ashley are Great Teachers')

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Landscapers come across a lot of people in the course of their day. I had certain customers that I just loved to take care of. I would look forward to three of my weekly customers in particular. The hot months were the best because, obviously, girls dressed in a lot less. Oddly enough, my three favorite customers had pools. Ashley had a pool and we had a lot of fun in it, but Jessica was another. Regardless, during the hot days, I could count on Jessica lying out to get a tan. On the better days, she would have friends over and I could swear that she did it just to tease me.

Jessica was one of my friend's wives. I'd actually been doing their lawn as a favor to them. It normally would take me twenty minutes total to mow their front and back yard as they were both small. But usually I would set aside an hour to spend there if she was lying out. I would often talk to her while she was wearing one of her skimpy bikinis or lying on her stomach with her bikini top off.

I went to school with Jessica and Mike (her husband) and never thought of her sexually. I was two years older than both of them but saw them a lot at school and at parties. Like I said, we lived in a small town so you know just about everyone.

In high school, Jessica wasn't my type. She wasn't very tall, and was flat as a board. But shortly after her and Mike married, she went to the doctor and came back with C cups. Funny how that worked. 

With her surgery, her tits were more proportional to her body. She looked great. She had sandy blonde hair that was cut at her shoulders. She had beautiful legs that as I could only imagine, led up to a wonderful treasure. Her ass was firm and fit well with the rest of her body.

I flirted with her as much as I could both in front of Mike and when he was not around. Mike knew what he had: A knockout trophy wife . . . who would never cheat on him because she wanted to continue to get the jewelry, cars, and other stuff that his stock broking money could buy.

Today I was going to their house and was hoping that she would be there . . . lying out once again. Fortunately, Mike was a hard worker and to my knowledge, never showed up at home before 7:00 pm. 

I got there and decided to start on the front yard. I saw no signs of Jessica through the front living room window. The curtains were drawn so I could see right in. I made quick work of the front and started on the side. When I approached the side where their bedroom window was, I glanced inside and saw a figure facing opposite of me. There was a white lace curtain in the window but I could still make most things out in the bedroom. I kept the lawn mower running and grabbed my sheers to trim the bush by the window so I could see what was going on. It looked as though Jessica was changing but I couldn't see too well. She wasn't naked and not wanting to be a "peeping tom" I quickly put my sheers away and finished on the side yard. I was happy that she was home.

When I finished the side yard, I opened the gate to the backyard and pushed my mower through. I walked to the back and out of the corner of my eye noticed she was lying out already. I glanced over at her and saw her lying on her reclining lawn chair. She was completely topless! I was certain that she did this on purpose. She heard me mowing in the front yard and was still changing when I was working on the side yard. She knew that it would only take me another five minutes, if that, to get to the backyard.

Now let me tell you something. I've worked on her for more than four years now. I've mentioned to her that it would be nice for her to show me her tits. I tried to convince her that they really weren't hers and it didn't matter if I saw them. I also tried to convince her that she should show me as a "thank you" for me mowing her yard for free. All of these attempts were to no avail. In fact, sometimes she would flirt back and other times she would flat out shut me down making me feel stupid. I wasn't sure what had changed.

"Hey Jessica!" I yelled out.

She looked up and at once pretended to cover up. Even with her hands over her tits, I could still see her right nipple. "I didn't see you come in," she said.

I was still convinced that she had planned this. I went over to her leaving my mower by the gate.

"How are things going?" I asked.

She just sat there still trying to cover up. "I'm ok. How about you?" she asked biting her lower lip.

"Well I've never been better!" I said with an evil grin. "Today my dreams . . . heck my fantasies came true."

"Whatever," she paused. "I am so embarrassed. You better not tell anyone." She moved her head as if to point at her boobs.

I didn't respond. I continued to check her out. "You might as well take your bottom off too. You'd get a better tan, and now that I've seen your tits who cares if I see more. After all, you wouldn't want me to tell anyone would you?" She was wearing a nice bikini bottom that was primarily yellow with red, orange and green tropical flowers on it. It was a nice color to compliment her tan.

She glared at me. I could see in her eyes that she didn't know if she should be pissed off or turned on.

"Yeah right," she finally responded. "You already saw too much." She was still biting her lower lip.

I raised my voice a bit, "Jessica, don't try to act so friggin' innocent. You heard me mowing the front yard. What does that take me . . . eight minutes tops? You knew darn well that I hadn't done the backyard yet. Besides, you were just changing when I was mowing by your bedroom window."

She looked at me not knowing what to say. "Are you saying that I intentionally showed you my tits?" she finally asked. She began to smile as she lowered her hands.

I smiled back. I looked at her a moment longer hoping that she would do something to give me a hint. She didn't. For fake tits, they were magnificent. I love advancements in medicine. 

We continued to talk a bit. In between conversations I mentioned that I better get back to mowing hoping that she would do something like pull my hands toward her breasts. She didn't. So finally I got up and moved toward my mower hoping the whole time she'd call me back. To my disappointment, she didn't.

So I decided that instead of mowing right now, I'd trim some low hanging trees hoping to give her some time to make a move.

A few minutes passed and with my back facing her, I could hear her moving. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed her with her body turned away, bending over taking the bottom of her bathing suit down. Holy shit! She lingered there pulling her suit from her ankles a little longer than most people would take and I got a perfect shot of her exclamation point. I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I'm staring at this hot chick that I've been flirting with for more than four years. Never once did I really think that she would break. What in the hell is going on?

I let out a whistle to her. She turned around looking a little embarrassed but she appeared quite confident about her body. Biting her lower lip again, she gestured me over. I quickly went over as most sane and straight men would.

"I know you flirt with me a lot. I would assume you find me attractive?" she asked.

I nodded my absolute yes to her. 

"Well here's the thing. I know you and Mike are good friends. I know you and I are good friends for that matter. I have a little problem that I hope you can help me out with." 

'Ok, what's going on here?' I wondered. I would be happy to help most any naked girl with or without a body like this.

"As you know Mike and I have been married for six years now. And even before that, we were high school sweethearts and I've never been with anyone else." I nodded again. "We are happy. I mean I'm happy and he acts like he is. I really believe he is." She almost sounded like she was trying to talk herself into this happiness. "I'm going to tell you something that only he and myself and now Ashley knows."

I waited for her to gather courage, not having a clue what could be the secret that people couldn't know . . . and somehow I could help out with.

"I can't have orgasms," she finally blurt out. "Well let me rephrase that. I've given myself one. But Mike has never been able to give me an orgasm. I was telling Ashley and she had mentioned to me that you might be able to help me. She told me a few things about you . . . and don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I could never tell anyone."

I smiled. "Why did Ashley think that I could help you?"

She looked nervous still. "I think her exact words were 'He knows his way around the female body'."

Laughing I said, "Well honestly I haven't failed yet. But it has a lot to do with you." I let that sink in. "What do you think about yourself?" I asked. "On a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest, what would you rate yourself?"

She thought for a moment. "I would say a six. Maybe a seven."

Amazed at her low opinion of herself I asked, "What do you think Mike would rate you?"

"I would say that he would rate me a seven as well." I think I knew what was going on here. I studied her beautiful curves a bit more.

"So what are the kinds of compliments that Mike gives you?" I asked.

"Well, sometimes he'll tell me that I'm hot. But usually it's when we are having sex," she answered.

"When I just saw you turn around at me fully nude and fully vulnerable, you looked as though you were very confident with yourself. I figured that you would think of yourself as a nine or a ten," I said. "I see a lot of women while I'm mowing lawns. I see a lot of them in their bikinis at their pools or lying out as you were. I can honestly say that you are at least a nine. You'd be a ten in my book if you laid out topless more often," I said with a huge smile on my face.

She smiled back. I could see some of her tension leaving and I could tell that she appreciated my complement.

"So why do you think that you can give yourself an orgasm but Mike can't?" I asked. "I'll tell you what. If you are asking me for help then let me do that . . . and do whatever I tell you," I demanded not waiting for her answer. 

She looked at me as though I was going to do some funky crap to her. She reluctantly nodded. 

"This will probably take more than one lesson," I said. I was confident that I would be able to make her cum today, but wanted this to last awhile. It probably didn't matter. I imagined that once she got some of this, she would be back for more anyway. 

I told her, "I need you to lie back down and show me what you do to make yourself orgasm."

She raised her eyebrows. "That's very private. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that."

"Do you want my help or not?" I was threatening to leave her be.

"You are getting a kick out of this aren't you? You just want to humiliate me," she responded.

Shaking my head, I reminded her that if she wanted my help, she would have to trust me.

Finally she laid back down on her chair. She started slowly touching herself. I could tell she was uncomfortable. Knowing that this was part of her problem, I told her to stop. "This isn't working. Let me think of something else."

I got behind her and started massaging her neck. "Lean forward a little so I can get you relaxed. I can tell that you are nervous and you shouldn't be." I said this as soothing to her as possible without sounding too gay. She finally started to relax after at least five minutes of rubbing her shoulders, neck and back.

Out of my own horniness, I reached over and felt her right tit. I cupped the lower part of her tit with my hand. I loved this spot. I moved my other hand from her shoulder to her left breast. Again I could tell her unease. I know she was not used to any hands other than her own and Mike's on those puppies. Her nipples started to harden up in the heat of the day. 

"You have a beautiful body," I said.

She smiled as I continued to fondle her saline bags. Surprisingly, she started rubbing herself downstairs without me prompting her. "You are really turning me on," she said.

I bent over and gave her an upside down kiss. The kiss was fairly quick but she let her lips linger as I pulled away. I'm in charge here and it'll stay that way. I pushed her body forward so I could lower the backrest of the lawn chair to a flat position. I gently laid her back down on the chair.

I hopped on the chair next to her but laying my body opposite of hers. "I'm going to pleasure you with my tongue. You don't have to do anything with me if you want. I'm here to please you. I'm gonna lay on my back. Could you get up and then lay back down on top of me with your pussy by my mouth?" I asked.

She nodded knowing what position we were getting into. I started with one nice lick up and down her lower lips. Her hips shuddered when my tongue brushed over her clit. This was gonna be easier than I thought.

"Oh . . . oh. That's perfect . . . right there. Ooooohhh. Ooooohhh," she purred.

My dick hardened as she finally started to stroke me. I could tell that besides her years of being sexually active, the variety of her encounters didn't vary much. 

I lifted my head long enough to breath. "So what position do you like the most?" I asked.

Breathing a little heavier now she asked jokingly, "Is there more than one? We usually do missionary."

I laughed and continued on giving her damp pussy a good licking. My tongue was getting a little tired by now. "You are so frickin hot," I said as she continued to moan softly. I reached my hand between her legs and rested it on her ass. I started rubbing her asshole with my thumb. 

"That's off limits," she protested.

"Who's helping who here?" I asked. "Do I have to remind you again to trust me?" I needed to maintain control. I lowered my hand and fingered her pussy some more. I could tell I was making headway.

I pushed her up telling her that we were going to try something else. We both got off of the lawn chair and I gestured to the house. "Let's go in." We picked up our clothes and started toward the house.

She opened up the sliding glass door. I could feel the cold from the air conditioner try to escape. "Let's go take a shower," I suggested. I remembered how Mike always bragged about how he could fit a football team inside his shower.

She led me to the bathroom. I was watching her super fine ass shake just the tiniest bit as she walked. My dick stayed rock solid as we made our way through the hall. We made it into the bathroom and walked into the shower.

"Why didn't we finish outside? I'm not used to different positions in different places all at one time," she said as she turned on the faucets. "Besides you were getting me worked up."

I looked at the shower. Though I don't think an entire football team could fit, it was a mighty large walk-in shower with large tiles lining the sides and water coming out of the four silver showerheads, which were placed in various spots on the wall. I figured that I would look into getting one of these soon. After all, I needed something to spice up my sex life. I laughed at that thought.

We both got in and I grabbed a spongy thing from the shower shelf and started rubbing it over Jessica's tits and stomach. She was beautiful indeed. I started to kiss her like she was the only one I've ever kissed. She wasn't a bad kisser either. As we were making out, I felt her hand on my cock. She started stroking it back and forth. That was appreciated and I showed her that by working my fingers back into her pussy zeroing in on her swollen clit. Her body trembled as I found her sweet spot. This went on for a few minutes before I sat down on the built-in step, which came off of the side of the shower. I turned her body so her back was facing me. I had her sit down slowly and I gently guided my dick into her wanting pussy. She moaned loudly.

"I love your big cock . . . and I love how you keep it trimmed," she moaned.

I pushed her up until her lower lips were surrounding my mushroom tip before I pulled her back down. This went on for a little while and I was surprised that she didn't appear to be cumming in the foreseeable future. I loved reaching around and grabbing onto her saline sacks. For some reason I didn't care that they weren't real. They were tits and still enjoyable and almost lifelike. They made for good handles as we started increasing our speed.

"Mike would have cum already if this was him," she blurt out between moans. "He's given up on me. He would just cum and then get off me not even waiting for me to try." I could hear her breathing getting louder so I wished she would just shut up. But maybe she needed to focus on something other than her orgasm.

"Oh . . . oh. That's perfect . . . right there. Ooooohhh. Ooooohhh," she blurted.

After a few more minutes she was finally getting closer. It was now obvious that her orgasm was just around the corner. I continued to thrust my hips into her body until it was almost too late. I pushed her up. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "I could feel it. I was almost there."

Obviously I knew that but I wanted fireworks. I wanted to give her those fireworks and letting her cum now was only going to be a cheap bottle rocket.

I laid down on the bottom of the shower with my head opposite the four shower heads. "Hop on," I said as I motioned her. 

She hovered over me grabbing my throbbing hard on. She knelt down with her knees facing upwards and laying back as her lips surrounding my cock. "Not like that. Move toward me so your tits are in my face. Rest your knees on the shower floor," I insisted.

The water was pounding her back as she bobbed up and down. This was great. This was going to be multiple years of pent up anxiety coming out all at once.

"This is a great position!" she exclaimed. "I can feel more this way . . . or maybe it's just your big cock," she laughed. "Aaaaahhhh . . .! That feels so good."

I reached both arms around her and grasped her ass. My hands went up and down with her body and she started moving faster and faster. I took my right hand, which was soaking wet from the shower and reached my middle finger to where I thought her asshole was. As she continued up and down I managed to slip a digit inside her ass. She groaned as it entered her but she didn't protest this time. This was getting her even hotter. 

I continued to let her body come down hard on my cock and her ass on my middle finger. The position wasn't the best for getting more than the one digit in there but it was doing the job for her. She thrashed up and down. The shower echoed with her screams. I was close to cumming inside her but had the strength to hold off a little longer. I didn't want to do what her husband always did which was cum and be done. That wasn't my style. Besides, she trusted me to bring her to climax and that was happening right now.

"Oh, oh!" she yelled. "Harder, harder." I thrust up as hard as I could as she was coming down. 

"Oh yeah. Oh Yeah." she kept yelling. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Her saline sacks were bouncing up and down in a circular motion. 

I moved both hands back to her hips and helped her up and down. "Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me! Oh yeah oh yeah." This girl was a wild one. 

I looked up and as she opened her eyes to look down, I could see a glimmer in her eyes that she probably isn't used to having. She was ready to cum and cum hard. 

She closed her eyes again. Still moaning she started riding me harder. She could ride a wild bull for longer than eight seconds. I was sure of that. "Awwwww. Keep fucking me. Oh . . . oh . . . oh. Oh fuck; this is hot! I'm going to cum." 

Just then her body started to spasm and she let out a loud scream. She continued to scream and moan as she thrashed back and forth on my cock. I pictured the Fourth of July fireworks in our city that happen every year. I thrust harder and shot my warm liquid as far up her cunt as I could. She kept going. I think she was climaxing again. She screamed and screamed until finally she let out a huge sigh and laid down on me pushing her big tits into my chest.




Lessons for Jessica



"I have never felt anything like that!" she exclaimed. 

I felt some of my seed dripping down onto my balls as we laid there. She kissed my chest and then kissed me on my lips. I'm not much into post sex cuddling but we only kissed a little bit while having sex so I decided that I wanted to taste her mouth some more. We "made out" for quite a while just laying there in the shower. I liked grabbing her ass as we were kissing. It kept me hard even after the huge load that I just excavated from my body.

She started going up and down on my cock which had started to get hard again. "Can't get enough?" I asked.

"I don't want to wait until next lesson," she said with a smile.

"I don't know if I have it in me. Why don't we actually shower first and see what happens," I suggested.

She nodded though I could tell she was a bit disappointed. I vowed to fuck her again. I remember thinking at the time that I would get her in her ass before our last lesson.

We both got up and had a good time showering together as if we were still in high school and seeing someone from the opposite sex naked for the first time. We got clean from the shower until we fucked again a few hours later. 

Immediately following that day, we had four more "lessons." It slowed down after that but even in the present, we get together to screw. She even welcomes my dick in her ass on occasion. She has told me that she can now cum with her husband and their sex life is better, but she still tells me that I'm a better lover than Mike. I already knew that.

(Stay tuned for the final chapter of these adventures)



Lessons For Katie 01



Katie is my step daughter in her final year of high school. Her mother & I got together when she was 8 & 10 years later, she has grown up in to hot young woman. I mean long blond hair, slender, curvaceous body & E size boobs that defy gravity.

I never really took any notice of her in that way until a few months back. I noticed doing the washing, some new bras & panties, that were pretty sexy & grown up looking.

I asked my wife if they were hers & I just hadn't noticed & she said they were Katie's. She decided to buy herself some more grown up clothes.

Katie used to get dressed in the bathroom after a shower. But a couple of months back, started coming out in just a towel, grabbing her clothes out of the laundry basket & then heading off to her room to get dressed.

One night when she went to grab her clothes, her towel came undone & half fell off her. I pretended not to notice & made no mention of it to her. However I did notice she was completely shaved. I also saw her size E boobs for the first time. They just sat there, no sag at all. Just nice & pert.

She quickly covered herself again & ran to her room.

I caught a few glimpses of her new underwear, as she wears baggy singlet tops & loose short shorts around the house. I started taking more notice of her.

One day I had to go to the bathroom, whilst she was in the shower. I announced myself, as we always do, to let her know I was coming in. The shower curtain wasn't pulled across completely & I saw her whole body, naked & wet. I instantly felt a tingle downstairs. I was annoyed at myself for thinking what I was thinking. I mean this girl calls me dad for Christ's sake.

I told her the shower curtain was open & said sorry. Katie just said, 'That's ok dad. Don't stress. I didn't realise it wasn't shut.'

One night I walked through the house to lock the doors before bed. As I walked past her room, I heard heavy breathing coming from there. The lights were off in the hall, so she didn't see me. But her door was slightly open & her bedside light was on.

I couldn't help myself. I looked through the 5-6 inch gap in the door & saw her. Legs spread, playing with herself. I had never really thought of Katie doing that, but there she was, one hand playing with one of her breasts under her t-shirt, whilst the other one worked her pussy & clit.

I stood there for about 5 minutes watching in the dark hall. My dick had gotten hard & found myself stroking it through my shorts. I watched as after a while, her back arched, she closed her legs around hand & she started to shake a little. I knew I just watched my step-daughter have an orgasm. 

I quickly scurried off to my room, forgetting about locking the door & climbed into bed next to my wife. She was already asleep naked, laying on her side. I grabbed some lube out of the side drawer, rubbed it over my dick & pushed it straight into my wife's sleeping pussy. She woke up pretty quickly, with me fucking her from behind. 'What's gotten into you?' she said, as she reached back & grabbed my arse to pull me deeper into her. After watching Katie & stroking my cock, I only lasted about 3 or 4 minutes, before a slammed my dick deep into her pussy & exploded. Kassy pulled away from me, rolled over & cleaned my dick of both of our juices, with her mouth, then said goodnight & went back to sleep.

The next morning, I said good morning to Katie, she smiled a cutsie smile & then left for school.

A few days later, I gathered all the dirty washing up out of the bathroom to take to the laundry. On top of the pile I picked up was one of Katie's new bras. I leaned my head down & smelt her worn bra. Such a fragrance. I knew I was home alone, so I dropped the bundle of clothes, except for that sexy, sweet smelling E cup bra. I pulled down my shorts & started stroking my cock, why holding her bra over my face & breathing in the sweet aroma. I masturbated harder & quicker, until I felt that urge come on. I held her bra up to my cock & blew into one of the cups. It looked hot seeing my load soaking into her bra. I quickly cleaned myself up & took the washing to the laundry, being sure to have that bra in the first load that went into the machine.

I always pick Katie up late at night, when she works her casual job. Plus I take her on all of her driving lessons. So we talk a lot & sometimes she confides some pretty personal stuff to me. Like I knew she was a virgin, as she told me the one boyfriend she had last year, hit her up for sex, she said no & he dumped her next day. She hasn't had a boyfriend since. She told me, 'when I'm ready I'll know. But not yet.' Good girl. 

About 2 weeks after the hallway incident, Katie asked if I could take her for a night driving lesson for the night practice. I agreed & we grabbed the keys & headed off. She'd been driving for about half an hour with general chit chat, when Katie says to me, 'You know how I haven't had sex with anyone yet?' I was a little taken aback, but said 'Sure & good on you for not rushing into anything.'

Katie then says 'Well I do play with myself when I'm alone.' Not knowing how to respond, I play dumb. 'OK I didn't know that & probably didn't need to know that.'

Her next comment stunned me. 'I saw you at my bedroom door the other night dad. When I was rubbing myself up. I thought everyone was in bed & felt the need. Apparently you did too, because after I came, I heard you rush off to your room & wake mum up. What would she say if she knew you woke her up for that fuck, after pulling yourself watching me masturbate?'

I felt embarrassed & like I was in shit all at the same time. What if she told my wife?

'I'm really sorry sweetie. I shouldn't have watched & I shouldn't have done what I did. I'm so sorry hun.'

'Well I think I'm ready to have sex with someone now. Not just anyone. Someone who'll treat me good & be gentle at first & show me what to do. Do you know anyone like that dad?'

All I could say was, 'No & I don't think we should be having this conversation anymore.'

'Sure you do. I think you know someone who'll be gentle with me on my first time.' Then she reached across the car & squeezed my thigh hard. 'Someone like you perhaps.'

'You don't mean that honey. Plus I'm your dad & what about your mum?'

'I do mean that, you're not my REAL dad & mum doesn't have to know. I know you want me too. I know you've seen me naked a few times now, although you never said. Plus there's the whole watching me in the hallway thing.'

I hadn't noticed, but Katie had actually pulled the 4X4 onto a dirt track a few miles from our house. She parked the car & undid her seatbelt. She leaned across the car & kissed me & I didn't pull away. Her lips tasted so sweet. She darted her tongue into my mouth & the kiss became more passionate. Katie came right over to my side of the car & straddled me. She was wearing her loose fitting short shorts, a baggy t-shirt & that new sexy underwear of hers. My dick instantly swelled & she must have felt it, as she pushed herself a little harder into my lap. I now had my step-daughters pussy pushing against my cock, with only her shorts & panties & my shorts between us. 

I reached around & undid the clasp on her bra. She leant back (causing more pressure on my cock) & did that magic trick girls do, where they take their bra off through the sleeve of their shirt & tossed it on the floor. 'Touch me dad. I know you want to.' I slipped a hand under her shirt & cupped one of her firm breasts. It felt amazing. So soft yet full & heavy. I put my other hand under & pushed her t-shirt over her head & off. I could now see her amazing tits right in front of my face. I pulled her a little closer & gently kissed the soft skin of her left breast. I cupped the right one & started to play with it & squeeze her nipple a little whilst I began sucking on her left nipple. This was heaven. 

Katie began rocking her hips back & forth a little & moaned slightly why I did this. 'Oh god that feels good dad.' The rocking motion made my dick harder & harder. 'Honey you're gonna have to move a bit. You're beginning to hurt my dick a bit.'

'Maybe I can make it feel better.' She pushed the seat back as far as it would go & layed the back down as well. This gave her room to kneel on the floor in front of me. She undid the drawstring on my shorts & pulled them off. As I don't normally wear underwear, my rock hard cock was at full attention in front of her face. 'Oh wow. I've never seen a real one. You shave too dad. Tell me if I do this wrong ok?' With that she took my cock in her hand & licked the pre-cum off the top of my shaft. 'Mmm tasty. I hope your cum tastes that good.' Did my step daughter just tell me she was going to blow me all the way? God.

She slowly slid her mouth over the tip of my dick. Now I'm not long, about 7 1/2", but I am thick. The sight of this sexy girl with my cock in her mouth, was almost enough to make me cum there & then. She began sliding her mouth up & down my cock, whilst also working it with her hand a little. 'Use your tongue a bit more up against me baby & suck on it, just a bit.' She did as she was instructed, without stopping. All she managed was 'Hmm hmm,' & kept going. Katie was now sucking my cock like a pro. Such a quick learner. I saw her other hand reach down in front of her. I couldn't see because of the car seat, but knew she was now playing with herself, whilst stroking, licking & sucking my shaft.

I don't know where she got the idea, but Katie started lightly dragging her teeth up the length of my shaft on the back stroke, then just her mouth & tongue on the down stroke. 'Holy shit honey, that's amazing.' I now had my hand on the back of her head, why she expertly worked me. She pulled away for a moment. 'I'm gonna cum dad. Oh shit. You can cum in my mouth if you want to.' I grabbed her head & pushed it towards my cock. She knew the answer straight away. She went straight back to sucking & stroking, like she hadn't stopped. She got faster & faster & I knew she was close. So was I. She started to moan on my cock & I felt her tense. I'd seen this a couple of weeks ago. My hottie of a step daughter was about to orgasm. As she started to go, Katie slid her mouth all the way down my shaft & I felt it hit the back of her throat. No gag reflex, just like her mother, awesome. That was it, my cock swelled & Katie got to taste her first load of cum, as I exploded. Some went straight down her throat, but she got to taste it as well. She just kept sucking until my cock stopped twitching. She swallowed it all & didn't leave any cum behind at all.

Katie came up & straddled my lap again. 'Did you like that dad? I sure did.' Such a sexy smile on her face right then. 'Honey that was amazing. Best head job I've had in ages.' I pulled her closer & kissed her. 'Did I do it right?' I let her know she did it better than right.

'I think it might be your turn now baby girl.'

More to follow.



Lessons for Katie 02



This is part 2 of Lessons for Katie. My step-daughter Katie had just given me a surprise by telling me she wanted me to be her first. She took her body to my side of the car & gave me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had. It is now time for the story to continue.




My dick was still hard from the blow job Katie just gave me. I can't believe she'd never given head before. She was straddling me again in the passenger seat of her mother's 4X4.

I was naked, but she still had her flimsy shorts on. I could feel her heat coming through her shorts on my cock. She was grinding herself into my lap whilst we kissed. 

My hands were all over her. I slid my hands into her shorts & to my surprise, I only found bare arse cheeks. Katie wasn't wearing any underwear at all. She must have had this idea before we left. So sexy. I began to knead, squeeze & caress the firmest arse, yet such soft skin I think I'd ever touched.

I ran one finger down her arse crack & over her rosebud. She pushed harder into me & kissed me more feverishly as I brushed over it. 'maybe she'll like anal, like her mother' I thought. Yet her rosebud wasn't my final destination. I ran my finger a little further south & found my target. I had found her soft, silky wet, virginal pussy. I could only just reach a bit, due to reaching around her & down. Yet there it was, so moist, so much heat. I tickled my finger back & forth a little, just to let her feel a finger other than her own for the first time. She moaned & pushed back hoping to get more of my finger onto, or into her sopping slit. It didn't work very well at all. All it succeeded in doing was rubbing herself against my length even more. I wanted, no needed to be inside her. But not yet.

'Let's move to the back honey. We'll have more room there.' We got out & moved to the back of the 4X4. I folded down the seats in the back, which gave us lots of room to lay down, but still with good headroom as well. Katie climbed in first & was laying on her side looking at my naked body in the moonlight, about to hop in as well. I pushed on one of her legs, to let her know to roll onto her back. I climbed in next to her, Katie now on her back & me on my side propped up on my elbow. I cupped my hand around the back of her neck & lowered my face down to kiss her, but slower & more passionate than before. Her body responded by breathing in deeper, her hand now wrapping around my neck & arching her back with each movement of the kiss.

'Make love to me daddy. I'm so horny. I need to feel you inside me.' My dick resting on her hip twitched with excitement at her words. I could have cum on her shorts & stomach hearing it. 'Not yet baby. I've got something else for you first.' She looked at me puzzled, 'What do you mean dad?'

I didn't say a word. Instead I started kissing down her neck & onto her perfect, perfect breasts. I spent some time there, kissing, fondling, sucking her nipples & tracing them with my tongue.

I worked my way to her flat, toned stomach, still kissing & running my hands over as much of her body as I could. I got to the waistband of her shorts. By now I was actually kneeling between her legs. 'I don't think you'll be needing these any more honey.' With that I locked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, as if knowing what I was about to do, Katie lifted her hips up, allowing me to pull her shorts down her smooth legs. This gives me the first proper look at her untouched pussy. It was just 2 feet away from my face & maybe 6 inches from my now over swollen cock. I wanted to just drive myself into her there & then, but I had to show her more to sex than just fucking.

Her pussy looked so sexy. A small smooth mound, with a perfect slit, that was glistening from her wetness. I could see her swollen clit peeking out through her labia, begging for attention & relief.

I decided to tease her a while. I ran my hands over her thighs, squeezing & massaging all the way to the crease where her legs meet her pussy. I cupped my hands either side & gently kneaded the soft flesh around her pussy. This made her slowly rotate her hips in my hands. Breathing heavier at the closeness of my hands to her most private spot. Then with some pressure, I ran both thumbs over her outer lips, causing them to spread under my touch. This made her gasp, as my thumbs now pressed against her inner lips as well. I kept going all the way to her clit, where I lingered & continued to rub that most sensitive spot on her. 'Oh god dad. That's better than my fingers. Make love to me daddy pleeeasssse. I need you now.'

I slid my body up hers, kissing all the way back up her stomach, breasts, neck & then to her mouth. As I arrived at her mouth, the tip of my cock was touching her pussy lips. I flexed my hips, pushing just the head in enough, to spread her slightly. My Katie's pussy had never had a cock in it before & now it was about to have mine. Even with just my head inside her, I could feel her tightness & smoothness. Katie gasped.

Katie started kissing me harder & sucking on my tongue. She tried to push up to me, to make me slide in further. But I adjusted myself to not let that happen. 'Don't tease me dad. I can feel you part way in. Take me dad, just take me'. I couldn't believe my sexy, hot step-daughter was actually begging me to fuck her. But I had some more playing to do first. 'I'll be back honey.' With that a pulled the tip of my cock out of virginal pussy & moved back down her body. At first she complained about me pulling away.

Then my mouth arrived at her pussy. With my thumbs I spread her labia wide, exposing the soft pink fruit inside. Her scent was intoxicating. I lowered my head & ever so softly ran my tongue up her exposed slit, from bottom to top. Her hands both slapped down on the floor of the 4X4, arched her back & breathed in so deeply. 'Holy shit dad. What was that? That felt amazing.' I huffed with a smile at her, as I had only run my tongue up her once & got that reaction. I went back, this time applying more pressure with my tongue & flicking it back & forth at the same time. My Katie was seemingly in heaven & frankly so was I. She had the sweetest tasting pussy. My Katie's honeypot was now my favourite meal. I tongued her pussy more & massaged it with my thumbs at the same time. 

Then re-adjusting myself, I slid my tongue as deep into her slit as I could & started fucking her with my tongue. Katie started to push against my mouth, trying to get more of my tongue into her. I moved my tongue straight to her clit & slid a finger into her. Faster I licked, flicked & nibbled on her clit, whilst fingering my step-daughters tight little hole. At one point I pushed almost too far & I could feel the barrier to fully make her a woman. I wanted to break that with me inside her, not with my finger, so I controlled the thrusting of my hand better. I then began just sucking on her clit & wiggling my finger with great pressure against the front wall of her vagina. Katie grabbed my head with both hands & started bucking against my face. 'Oh god dad. Oh fuck. Don't stop. I'm going to cum.' This only caused me to quicken my pace & the pressure on her clit & with my finger. Her legs clamped around my head & her body started to shake. Then I tasted her juices flowing out of her. I had just given my baby girl her first oral orgasm. She could have left her legs clamped on my head, I would've stayed there for ever.

She released my head from its heavenly prison & pulled me up to her. 'Make love to me dad. Now. I can't wait anymore'. Such a wanton look in her eyes. 'Did you like that honey?', was my response to her. 'I've never felt anything like that before dad. Damn you're good.' I leant down & kissed her, allowing her to taste her own juices still on my lips. As I did, I slowly slid the head of my cock back into her waiting pussy. Katie spread her legs further to allow me more access. 'Are you sure baby girl?' I asked. 'Yes dad. Do it. Make love to me now. I need to feel you in me.' I pushed a little further in, allowing her to get used to having something other than her finger inside her. Like I said earlier, I'm not long, only about 7 1/2", but I am thicker than some. I could feel her stretching around me, until I could feel her barrier against the tip of my cock. I stayed there for a few seconds, enjoying the last few moments of my beautiful step-daughters virginity. I pulled back a little & then pushed forward, with more pressure & I felt it pop. I had just made my girl into a woman. Katie's face winced at that moment. So I just stayed there without moving for a time. Her tightness felt like a soft, warm hand, cuddling my cock. Katie then just looked at me, smiled & nodded. I knew then she was ok to continue.

Slowly I started to truly make love to this beauty beneath me, sliding in & out of her perfect pussy.

Katie started to match my strokes with her own hips rocking to meet me. She held me so tight at first, then began to relax & get into it more. Katie was running her hands up & down my back. At one point she even grabbed my arse cheeks, squeezed them & started pulling me into her more. 

'You're so deep dad. You feel so good. Don't ever stop making love to me dad.' The way Katie was talking only turned me on more. I got up on my knees, still inside my baby girl. Then lifting her legs, I put them over my shoulders & pushed myself further into her. I could now feel my balls against her arse cheeks. I just smiled at her, as I was now buried to the hilt inside Katie. "Holy shit dad, I didn't think you could get deeper. Oh fuck.' Katie dug her nails into my arms as I quickened my pace somewhat. 'There's a lot I could teach you & show you honey. If you'd like me too.' She looked back at me, with a complete wanton look in her eyes. 'Oh god yes.' She growled. I adjusted myself & started pounding Katie's soaking wet pussy hard. My balls slapping against her arse.

'Oh fuck, oh fuck. Don't stop dad. I going to cum again.' I felt her body go tense & her pussy tighten. This only caused me to fuck her as fast as I could possibly go. I wasn't going to hold out much longer. 'Cum with me dad. Cum inside me. I want you to take me properly & cum inside me.' My Katie was almost begging me to cum inside her hot, sweet pussy. As I've had a vasectomy, I knew I couldn't get her pregnant & I never could say no to Katie anyway.

Katie's body started to shake more. Her pussy's grip on my cock got tighter & then it happened. She let out the loudest guttural moan I'd ever heard from a woman & I felt her pussy juices squirt over my cock & then they back down over her slit. I kept slamming myself into her, causing wave after wave of orgasm for Katie. 'Fuck dad. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god. Cum in me dad.' That was it, I couldn't hold on any longer. My cock swelled & with another hard thrust into her, I exploded deep inside Katie's pussy. Even though I'd already blown in Katie's mouth & throat, it felt like I hadn't cum in months. Shot after shot came out of me into her. I was filling her completely.

I slowed my pace, as my own orgasm subsided. I looked down & saw my seed oozing out around my cock & down her arse crack. That sight kept my cock hard. I released Katie's legs from my shoulders, allowing them to fall back to the floor of the 4X4. I then collapsed on top of her, holding each other for what seemed like a forever moment. The feeling of just laying there, with my still hard cock buried inside Katie was heavenly.

'Thank you dad. That was better than I could ever have imagined.' She hugged my neck tight. 'Anytime honey. Anytime at all.' I meant that too. I would make love to Katie any time she wanted from that time on. After about ten minutes of just laying there, we climbed back out of the back of the 4X4, tidied ourselves up & drove home. 

When we got back, my wife said to Katie, 'Good driving lesson honey?'

Katie flicked me a knowing smile, looked back at her mother & replied, 'Great lesson mum. Dad's the best teacher a girl could have.'

More lessons for Katie to follow. If you want more.



Lessons for Katie 03



This is part 3 in 'Lessons for Katie'. My step-daughter Katie was now a woman. She told me on a night time drive, she wanted me to be her first. I took her virginity that night and now the story continues. 

This part is quite long. However due to the content and flow, it could not be broken up. 




Since I took Katie's virginity in my wife's 4x4, whenever we got the chance we would find a reason to 'accidently' come into contact with each other. A touch of the hand here, a brush up against each other in the kitchen there. Each day when Katie would leave for her last year in high school, she hugged me tighter than she used to. She would give me a kiss on the cheek and tell me, "I love you Dad" on her way out the door. The interesting thing about that was, until our first night together she always used to say just, "Love you Dad". The simple addition of the letter I made her farewell take on a completely new meaning.

A few days later, I picked Katie up from her work around 11:00pm. She climbed into the car, leant across and gave me a kiss on my lips. Not a long kiss, but long enough to be exciting. I was surprised at first, at her comfortable familiarity to do that without warning.

As she broke from the kiss, Katie smiled and said, "Hi Dad. I've been thinking about you." 

I started the car and began heading home.

"I've been thinking about you too honey. In fact the other night has been replaying in my head over and over. Are you ok? I mean with what happened and everything."

"Well it was my idea, remember Dad? So yes I'm ok. In fact I can't wait for next time."

"Next time? You want a next time?" I was a little startled. I actually thought the other night was a one off. I was however very pleasantly surprised. Not to mention more than keen to make love to my step-daughter again.

"I want many next times Dad and I want them to be with you." Katie reached across and squeezed my thigh as she said this. "I want next time to be at home though. Not in a car. I mean the car was great, but I want to make love with you properly Dad."

"Anything for you sweetie."

"I'm going to leave my door open a bit again tonight. Just in case you want to walk past again, when you're locking up. If you know what I mean?" A big smile came across my face remembering watching Katie masturbate from the hallway, when I thought she couldn't see me. With that thought in my head, we pulled into the driveway.

We were the only ones awake when we got home. I decided to be a little risky. As we got inside and shut the front door, I grabbed Katie by her wrist and pulled her into me. With a hand around her waist and one on the back of her neck, I leant down and kissed her. Katie responded by wrapping one arm around my waist, the other behind my back with her hand gripping my shoulder.

Her tongue parted our lips and entered my mouth. I can't remember if I'd ever had a kiss so hard and passionate before. She pushed harder against me and I held her more tightly. The intensity of our kiss increased, to the point where I was now stirring in my pants. Katie's soft moan into my mouth told me she was beginning to feel the same. Katie then broke away first.

"I love you Dad."

"I know honey." That probably wasn't the reaction she was after. But it was the first thing that popped into my head.

Katie then just smiled and said she was going for her shower, then to bed.

I waited about half an hour, until I knew Katie was finished showering. I then began my ritual of making my way around the house, making sure all the doors were locked. As promised Katie had left her door slightly open, so I could see in. There she was, laying on her bed looking absolutely gorgeous, rubbing herself with a couple of fingers. However unlike the first time I witnessed this, she was stark naked, with her pussy facing the door. Probably for me to see her better.

In keeping with the fantasy, I didn't announce my presence, but I assumed she knew. I pulled my hardening cock out from the leg of my sweat shorts and started stroking myself. Katie licked a couple of fingers and returned them to her smooth pussy. She held her labia apart with one hand and rubbed her clit with her now moistened fingers of the other. After a minute or so Katie reached further down and inserted two fingers into herself. She moaned and arched her back a little.

"Oh Dad" I heard her say, ever so softly. I didn't realise she thought of me while masturbating, but it turned me on more knowing she did. She started pumping her fingers faster into her now wet hole. Her other hand still held her outer lips apart so I could fully see her. I was stroking my cock a little faster now. I wanted to go in there and take her. But she had said the door would be left open for me to watch, so I restrained myself.

Katie was working herself into a frenzy. Her fingers were pumping in and out so quickly and she began rotating her hips on the bed. Her moans became louder. Her breathing heavier. Then there it was again. Her back arched, her legs clamped shut on her hand, still inside her. My baby girl was orgasming again. Once the wave subsided, her legs fell open, giving me a perfect view of her silky, shimmering pussy. Katie then stared at her door and placed the fingers that had just been bringing her to orgasm into her mouth and sucked her fingers. 

"Good night Daddy" she whispered, then turned off her light.

Once again I almost ran to my bedroom, where my wife was sleeping. I got undressed and climbed into bed behind her. My dick was already wet from the precum on it. I pushed the head into Kassy's sleeping pussy. She instantly woke up as I began to push further into her.

"No. Not tonight. You know I have to get up early to catch my flight. Leave me alone."

Not the response I was hoping for. But then, we didn't have sex that often any more. Maybe once a month at most. I forgot about her leaving in the morning for business. She'd be gone for two days. But that didn't help me now. I got up and went to the bathroom to finish myself off, or I wouldn't have been able to sleep at all. When I got there, I saw Katie's clothes in the hamper. I smiled, pulled out her sexy bra she'd worn that day, placed it to my face and breathed in deeply. Her scent is amazing. I pulled on my cock until I was about to cum. Then once again I wrapped her bra around me and blew my load into it. In my mind I pictured myself cumming all over Katie's tits. I placed the bra back into the basket, under some other clothes and went back to bed. I drifted off with the image of Katie masturbating for me in my head.

The next morning Katie came waltzing into the kitchen, where I was having my breakfast. She shot me a sexy smile.

"Where's mum?"

"She had to fly out early this morning for that seminar, remember?"

"Oh yeah I forgot. Enjoy your present last night Dad? You didn't stay in bed long. I heard you get up pretty quickly. Did I get you too excited Dad?"

"No. Well yes. But that's not why I got up so quick. Your mum knocked me back, so I had to relieve myself in the bathroom. I wasn't getting to sleep with what you did to me last night without it."

"Poor Daddy. I wouldn't have knocked you back. Oh well, her loss. Anyway see ya. I got to get to school. I love you Dad." 

"Love you too sweetie."

My work was uneventful that day. Katie called to say she was going to a friends' house after school and would be having dinner there. She would be home around 10:30. I ate alone, showered, watched some non-descript show on TV. I went to bed around 10:00. Katie had a key, so I didn't need to wait up for her. However I read a book until I heard her come through the door, just to make sure she made it home safely. Once again I fell asleep with the image of Katie's naked body in my brain.

I woke up feeling someone in bed with me. I was laying on my side. An arm was draped over my side clutching at me bare chest, as I sleep naked. The body attached to the arm had moulded itself perfectly to my body. It was Katie. She must have come in after her shower once I'd fallen asleep. Katie must have felt my body tense a little as I woke, because she pressed her body harder against me and hugged me tighter with her arm. I could feel her naked breasts pressing into my back. It felt wonderful and completely comfortable.

"Hey sleepy head" she whispered. She kissed my shoulder.

"Whatcha doin honey?"

"Mum's not home tonight, so I thought I could sleep in here with you. Besides, I did say I wanted our next time to be at home. No better time. We don't have to worry about being caught." I felt another kiss on my shoulder, then another. 

Katie started tracing circles on my chest with her fingers. I felt myself getting hard very quickly, knowing she was naked against me and her touch, her breath on my back and neck. She continued kissing my shoulder. Her hand travelled down over my stomach. (I'm suddenly glad I work out and still in good shape). I felt her hand brush the head of my now erect penis when tracing my stomach. An involuntary twitch escaped my cock at the touch. She must have felt it, because again a slight brush and another twitch. A small giggle escaped her.

Reaching a little more, Katie found my hard cock and wrapped her soft hand around me. 

"Mmmmm. There you are." She said. Katie began squeezing my hard-on like one of those stress balls. No pulling or stroking, just squeezing. It felt great. I'd never actually had that done before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.

"Are you sure this is what you want Honey? I mean you could have whoever you wanted. Don't get me wrong. I'm more than happy that you're here with me right now and the other night was mind blowing. But I am so much older than you."

"You're only 42 Dad. You're not ancient. Yes I'm sure. I can't think of anyone else I want to make love to, or to make love to me either." The whole time we are talking, Katie keeps squeezing my shaft.

"But....."

"But nothing Dad. You've always treated me nicely. Talked to me, not at me and recognised me as a person. Not just mum's daughter. I keep coming to you, so that must show you I'm sure?"

I rolled onto my back. Katie adjusted herself to lay her head on my shoulder and chest. She moved her hand back to my chest, fingers splayed wide. Her leg was bent, with her knee resting on my thigh. Her firm, full breasts pressed up to my side. My arm now wrapped around her, stroking her back. We lay that way for several minutes, not saying anything, just enjoying that perfect loving and sensual moment. I'd never felt more relaxed or happy with a woman, as I was at that exact moment. I wish a camera could have taken a photo to capture the moment forever. My dick had lost some of its firmness, due to the loving, not sexual moment we shared.

Katie shifted herself onto her elbow, moved up and kissed me. I reached up with my free hand, cupped her cheek and returned the kiss. Our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I felt her hand roam down my chest and stomach, until once again her hand found my cock. She gave it a firm squeeze, pulled upwards, held it there for a few seconds then released the tension. This was repeated until I was fully erect again. She broke the kiss.

"Tonight I want to make love to you properly Dad."

Katie kissed down my chest and stomach. It was a little clumsy, as this was only the second time she'd been with a man. But still it felt good. She got to my cock and instead of taking me in her mouth, continued kissing. Her lips giving me wide open mouth kisses, down my length and back up again. I moaned. As she was facing away from me and to my side, her perfectly round arse was within easy reach. I placed my hand on her cheek, squeezed it, then rubbed my hand over her flesh. When my hand slid between her arse cheeks, I brushed over her rosebud and felt her smooth moistening pussy with my little finger.

"Mmmmm." 

She then took my head into her warm mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip to taste my precum. With just the head in her mouth, Katie's tongue was flicking over the tip. Slowly she began to glide her mouth down my length and back up again, going further down each time. She'd definitely picked up the art of a good blow job pretty quickly. Her mouth worked me up and down. Sucking, then not. Using her tongue against the shaft, then not. I was so hard it almost hurt. With Katie's soft hand now pumping me and her warm, wet mouth gliding up and down my rod, I was in heaven. 

I began gently teasing her pussy with my fingers. Stroking a finger between her labia, or tickling her clit. Sometimes putting one a finger inside, just to the first knuckle. Katie started pushing back against my touch, trying to entice my finger deeper into her, but I wouldn't let that happen just yet.

"I want to taste you honey, why you suck my cock." Katie momentarily released my engorged penis.

"How?" she asked. I chuckled at her lack of knowledge. "Don't laugh at me, just because I don't know things."

"I'm sorry baby. Here, move this leg to the other side of my head, so I'm between them."

I helped reposition her until we were in the 69 position. Once we were readjusted, she grabbed my cock and started sucking me into her mouth again. With a nice rhythm going, I spread her pussy lips wide with both hands, giving me a perfect, close up view of her smooth eighteen year old pussy. I just looked at it for about a minute, admiring how tight and unspoilt it looked. The whole time massaging her spread lips.

Raising my head off the bed, my face was mere inches from her. I took in her scent, breathing deeply. My tongue ran the length of her slit, from clit to back. Katie inhaled deeply through her nose when I did this, as her mouth was full of my cock. I repeated this several times until her pussy was dripping with her horny juice. She tasted so sweet. My tongue started working faster up and down her pussy, spending several seconds at a time on her now swollen clit. I didn't want to stay there too long at first hoping to prolong her enjoyment before orgasm. I then stuck my tongue as far inside her as I could, in and out I tongue fucked her. Even on my tongue her pussy felt tight. Not stretched from years of sex and childbirth.

I replaced my tongue with a finger, pushing it deep inside her and wriggling it as fast as I could. At the same time I began sucking on her clit and lashing it with my tongue in a frenzy. When I inserted a second finger and kept up the pace, her sucking on my cock increased in speed and intensity. She was twisting her hand back and forth, up and down at the same time. Her strokes matching the movement of her head perfectly. Her breathing got quicker, as did mine.

"I'm gonna cum honey. Oh shit you're good."

"Me too Dad. Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't st..st...stop."

I went back to fingering her tight little pussy like a wild man while licking and sucking her clit. I felt her tense up and I knew her legs were about to clamp shut around my head. I stopped fingering her pussy, wrapped my arms around her legs and held her tight against my mouth. This sent her over the edge and her juices poured out of her young hole into my mouth and over my face, shuddering violently the whole time. I didn't relent though. I kept lapping at her clit, sucking on her lips without pause. Then my own orgasm shot out of me like a canon, hitting the back of her throat. Katie just kept sucking, not wasting a single drop of my cum. 

My orgasm finally ceased, but I kept hers going. I couldn't believe how long she orgasmed for. She sat bolt upright, pushing her pussy harder into my mouth. Katie was now riding my face, her pelvis grinding back and forth, her slick juices now running down my cheeks.

"Oh god Dad. Oh god. Please stop, I can't take any more. Make love to me. Take me now."

I loved hearing her beg me to stop and also begging me to fuck her. Still gripping her legs, I quickly rolled us over, so she was now on her back. I removed my mouth from her pulsating pussy. I was still very hard, so still ready to continue. As my arms were locked around her legs anyway, I pushed up her body, taking her legs with me, her knees almost touching her shoulders. Without pausing or waiting for any word from her, I drove my 7 ½ inches into Katie's hungry love canal in one go. Although this was only her second time, her pussy was so wet that even though she was still tight, my cock met no resistance sliding into her.

Withdrawing nearly all the way out, until just my head was inside her lips, I thrust back into her again. I repeated this several times.

"Oh Dad I love that. But stop please." I suddenly thought I'd hurt her and released her legs from my arms.

"What's wrong honey? Did I hurt you? I didn't me...."

"Ssshhhh. I said I wanted us to make love together. This doesn't feel like love making. Well I don't think so anyway." This reminded me of her lack of experience again.

"I'm sorry baby girl. Anything for you honey."

Slowly I positioned myself inside her again, without any further movement I leant down and kissed her. I loved the feel of her full, pouty lips against mine. Her left leg tied itself over mine at my knee, one hand cupping my face, while the other gripped the back of my shoulder from under my arm. I slid one of my arms under her back, pushing upwards to cradle the back of her neck. We stayed this way for several minutes, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, tasting our own juices on the other, still not moving inside her. 

Katie's hands were roaming over me, the softest touch yet with determined purpose. She then squeezed my arse cheeks and pulled her arms upwards, letting me know she wanted me to start again. I began rocking my hips back and forth, allowing my body to stay relatively still on top of her. Her perfect breasts pressed hard against my chest. Her legs fell open further to give me deeper access to her pussy. Still we kissed, neither one wanting to break first. Katie moaned into my mouth as I made love to her. She was still so tight, like a warm wet velvety glove covering my erection.

I no longer cared she was my eighteen year old step daughter. I now saw her, felt her, made love to her as a woman. At that moment she didn't see me as her step father either. I was her lover, her object of desire. We felt as if we had become one being. If there is a heaven, I was there with Katie and she was my angel.

Katie then moved our bodies, rolling us over so she was now on top of me. She pushed back against my hardness, rocked her hips and came back to her original position. This she repeated over again. Then Katie kissed me again, placed both hands on my chest and pushed herself up, so she was now sitting with my cock buried to the hilt inside her tunnel of desire. I swear I could feel her cervix with the head of my penis when she sat up.

"Oh god Dad, it's soooo deep. Mmmmmm."

"I know baby girl. Call me Jai."

"Are you sure? I mean I've never used your real name. It seems a bit weird."

"You're not my step daughter tonight Katie. You're my lover. You should feel like a woman and use your lovers name."

"Oh you're perfect Da.... I mean Jai."

Katie was moving up and down, plunging me deep into her pussy, pushing against her cervix. I told her to rock her hips back and forth to create a different sensation again. She did this, awkwardly at first, but quickly got the hang of it and got a good rhythm going. Her hands still on my chest as leverage, her splayed fingers curled and dug into my flesh. It felt good. 

We'd been making love now for around half an hour and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten a little. With the constant rubbing of my head against her cervix I was becoming close as well. Our bodies were slick with sweat, her long mousey blonde hair was messy, her face flushed. But Katie never looked more beautiful to me than she did then.




Lessons for Katie 03



"I'm close Katie. Oh god you feel good."

"Me too Jai." (She smiled when she used my name). "Cum inside me Jai. I want to feel you cum inside me again."

I could feel myself swelling inside her, stretching her silky walls just a little further. This only caused more pressure on my dick. Katie must have felt it too, because her hip movements increased. She ground her pussy harder against me each time, causing more pleasure for her as well.

That was it. I grabbed her hips, dug my fingers into her and exploded deep into her womb. Shot after shot of my seed was sent well into her belly. 'How can she make me cum so much?' I wondered.

With a final push down Katie's own orgasm gripped her, shaking her on my cock, her nails digging deeper into my chest. I reached up, grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her to me. I wanted us to finish off with a kiss, until our orgasms subsided.

Finally spent, Katie rolled off me, only to resume the earlier position of laying on my chest, leg bent resting on my thigh. I held her against me again. 

"I love you Katie."

Her body tensed momentarily at my revelation, as I had not said it to her through any of our encounters so far.

"I love you too Jai. Or should I call you Dad again now?"

"Call me Jai when we're alone like this."

We fell asleep that night in each other's arms, as a couple. Not as step father and step daughter. 



There is more to this story if you would like to hear it. Please let me know. 



Lessons for Katie 04



I was the first to wake the next morning. Katie was still lying in the crook of my arm, her arm across my chest. I lay there watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, as if nothing could disturb her. I smiled as I watched her, remembering our bodies entwined the previous evening. Remembering her scent, her taste, the feel of her body on mine, I became hard very quickly. 

I tried to extract my arm from under Katie without waking her. My movements disturbed her slightly and she rolled over, facing the other way curling her legs almost to her chest. Another smile crossed my face. I hadn't had morning sex for around 2 years. That was about to change.

My arm was still under Katie, so I only had one spare. I rolled onto my side so that we were almost spooning. I put some saliva onto my fingers, reached down to help make her sleeping pussy wet enough for me to slide into. As I ran my fingers between her labia, Katie shifted. Not away from me, instead slowly pushing back against my hand. The softest, almost unheard moan left her.

"You awake honey?" 

No response. Katie was reacting to me in her sleep. I wasn't intending on her being asleep much longer though. I kept rubbing her cleft and to my delight, she was actually getting wet in her sleep. I pushed a finger inside her. She again slowly pushed her hips back against my hand. As good as my step daughter's pussy felt, I didn't want her to wake up with me fingering her. I wanted to wake her up with my cock inside her.

I pulled my hand away, repositioned myself so that the head of my penis was lined up with her now ready pussy. I pushed the tip in past her lips, then a little further. Again she slowly pushed back, but this time over my cock, not my hand. This only caused me to go deeper inside her. I was now about three quarters of the way in. I pulled back to pull out a little, before gently gliding back into her. I repeated this several times nice and slow. 

Suddenly Katie inhaled deeply, pushed her arse hard up against my groin, reaching her hand back behind her to grab the back of my neck.

"Mmmmm. Good morning Dad. This is a nice way to wake up. Ooo, I mean Jai. I forgot."

"Good morning honey. Sleep well?" All the while I was maintaining the slow rhythm, back and forth, into Katie. I cupped one of her ample breasts, massaging it, rolling the nipple between my thumb and index finger.

"Like a rock. I like this. You cuddled into me, taking me from behind."

"It's called spooning and yes it feels good. I tell you what though honey, your sexy body is what feels good first thing in the morning."

"Did you just call me sexy?" 

"Of course I think you're sexy. I woke up, looked at your naked body next to me, thought about last night and well, got hard. So yes I think you are very sexy." 

I pulled her closer to me and held her back hard against my body. I pushed deeper into her smooth tunnel. She again pushed back, holding herself there to maintain the depth of me inside her.

"Oh god Jai. That feels sooo good. Keep going." 

Nothing more was said for around ten minutes. Just the slow rhythm we'd ended up in, matching each other's pace. Katie pushing back as I was pushing in. I slightly adjusted my angle so that I was applying more pressure on the front wall of her vagina. This caused an almost instant tightening of her muscles as I was now pushing my head against her g-spot on my pushes into her. Sliding my hand from her breasts, down her stomach, I found her pussy. My middle finger applying pressure, rubbing the slit from clit to her entrance that my dick was sliding in and out of. Katie moaned under my touch.

Feeling my own cock as it pumped Katie's pussy only seemed to make me harder and hornier. My hand suddenly had Katie's hand over it. She was now helping me get her off, rubbing her clit, massaging her lips. After about a minute her hand travelled a little farther, to feel my cock, slick with her juices gliding in and out of her. Her fingers split either side of my cock, so I was thrusting between them, as well as her pussy. 

The added friction finished me. My cock swelled, I pushed in harder than I had all morning and sprayed the walls of her pussy with my cum, three, four, five shots. The pulsating of my cock inside her as I came, along with my finger working her clit sent Katie into her own orgasm. Her pussy walls tightened around my shaft. She shuddered as she came as well. Her warm wetness running over my cock and down our thighs.

We lay there still spooning with me inside her, for several minutes afterwards.

"I wish you could do that to me every morning Jai. I love you."

"I love you too honey. Every morning might be a bit hard I think."

"Well it's a bit hard now." She giggled and then squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles and pushed back into me.

"You're funny. I think I need a shower baby girl." I kissed her shoulder and neck, gave her arse a squeeze then slid myself out of her.

"Awww. Now I feel empty. Can't we stay here all day?"

"I wish we could, but the house won't clean itself honey." With that I walked to my ensuite for a shower.

The warm water running over my body felt great. I stood there with a hand on the wall supporting my weight, head under the water oblivious to everything else. I replayed all the recent events in my mind. Was I the luckiest man alive, knowing my ridiculously hot step daughter gave me her virginity and wanted me to keep making love to her? Or was I a terrible person, who should have known the boundaries, been the responsible one and put a stop to it straight away? Even more confusing was the fact I was falling in love with Katie. 

'She's my step daughter yes, but not my real daughter. Plus she's an adult now and a damn gorgeous adult at that. But what about her mother, my wife? I'm now having an affair and with her own daughter. But we rarely sleep together anymore anyway. We barely have any sort of relationship most days. But Katie's an amazing lover. I could teach her so much more. But she's so much younger than me. What does she see in me anyway? But that body. God that body is amazing. But what if Kassy found out? Man that'd be an interesting conversation.'

These were all questions and thoughts running through my head, as the water cocooned me washing over my head and down my body. I stood up away from the wall, grabbed the soap to wash myself. I was washing the soap off my face when I felt a hand wrap around my flaccid penis. A few strokes and then...

"Need some help washing that babe?" 

She called me babe. Not Dad or Jai, babe. Katie kissed my back then wrapped her free arm around to clutch at my chest. 

"No, I think you've got it covered. I don't think I'll need any more help." I teased.

"Good then. It's all mine." She gave me a squeeze. "I've tasted your cum. I've felt you cum inside me. I want to watch you cum. Is that ok? Is that weird?" 

She laid the side of her head against my back and hugged me tighter. My cock was no longer soft. It had grown to full attention in her hand.

"Sure honey. Anything you want. No it's not weird. I think it's pretty hot to watch your partner orgasm."

"Really? You think so?" 

"Well if you remember, this all started between us because I watched you masturbating. Now look at us. So yeah honey I think it's pretty hot. But if you keep doing that, you won't have to wait long."

Katie snaked her body around mine. Her firm breasts never breaking contact with me. I could feel her hard nipples on my back, my side, my chest. He whole time never letting go of my member. Once in front of me she kissed me and kissed me hard. Her tongue parted my lips, searching for mine then dancing with it inside my mouth. She kept up her strokes, pumping my cock faster between us.

The shower cubicle was about four foot square. We stepped out from under the water so she could watch me cum without it being washed away. She looked so sexy standing naked against me, water droplets covering her body, nipples hard, her hair wet. I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was close.

"I'm gonna cum honey."

Katie smiled at me, stepped back a couple of inches so she could see my cock better. But still close enough that her hand rubbed both of our stomachs as she worked my rod. A few more strokes and my cum shot out of me in thick creamy spurts. I groaned. The first one landed on my chest, running down to my stomach. The second shot higher and got Katie under her chin. She moaned at the contact. That one dropped off between her breasts and ran down her cleavage, (man that looked sexy). The third landed right on her left breast. The rest were less powerful and ended up on our stomachs. Katie had the last of my cum oozing over her hand as she slowed her strokes of me. I showed no signs of softening. Instead I stayed hard in her hand. Katie stepped back into me, mashing my cum against our two bodies, smearing it between us. Our arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace.

"You're right Dad. That is sexy to watch. I got so horny seeing you cum on me like that."

"Jai honey, remember?" I whispered.

"Oh yeah, sorry"

My dick was pressed hard against her stomach, as I am a good four to five inches taller than Katie. She leaned back looking down at where the tip of my cock was placed against her.

"Jeez Jai, how far inside me does this thing actually go?" 

The question brought a smile to my face. I then reached down grabbed her arse cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Instinctively her legs parted as I hoisted her up, wrapping them around my waist. 

"Let's find out shall we?"

"Oh yes please." She giggled.

I lowered her just enough for her to feel the tip of my cock against her entrance and held her there. She tried to push down onto me, but I held her firm. Her squirming only made her wetter and hornier. With a lustful yet disappointed look she almost begged me.

"Oh god Jai. Don't tease me like this. It's not fair."

"Oh really? Not fair? Not fair is how horny you make me honey. Or how ever since watching you in your room that first night, I can't think of anything else but you most of the time. Not fair is how I can't be with you or you with me whenever we want. That's not fair honey. This is called teasing or anticipation. Doesn't it make you want me inside you more knowing I'm so close to being so?"

"Yes, yes it does. I want you inside me Jai. I want you now. And you can have me whenever you want you know. You just have to ask. I'd never turn you down. Now make love to me please."

"Uh uh. So far I've made love to you. Time for a new lesson my sexy girl."

"Oh really and what's that?" She was still squirming in my hands, trying to push down on me.

"The difference between making love and fucking. You can love someone and still want a good fucking sometimes."

"I'm not sure I understand Jai."

"Oh ok then. Easier just to show you then I think."

I turned us around with Katie still wrapped around my waist. I pressed her back hard against the wall of the shower. It was then that I relaxed my grip on her arse and impaled her completely. My cock slid into her dripping pussy with ease. "Oh god Jai, yes."

I kissed her forcefully. I thrust my hips at a furious pace, slamming my cock deep into her relentlessly. I could still feel my cum against my skin, almost stuck together. Her breath left her in bursts through her nose with each thrust. After a few minutes she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, thumbs pressed into my cheekbones and pushed my head away.

"Oh fuck yes. Oh my god. Don't stop Jai. I'm going to cum."

Because of our position, my pelvic bone was rubbing against her clit hard with each thrust. Her exclamation only made me thrust harder again, increasing her enjoyment. Her legs squeezed my waist so hard, she shuddered wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her head into my shoulder. Her pussy tightened like never before. I felt the cum gush out of her over my cock and down our thighs.

"Oh god." She cried out. "Oh fuck Jai, fuck."

I stopped my thrusts for a few seconds then lifted her off my swollen shaft. Thinking we were done, Katie unwrapped her legs and I lowered her to the floor of the shower. She was still panting only moments ago finishing her intense orgasm. She looked at me disappointed and sighed at me.

"Oh we're not done yet sweetie." I smiled at her, she now smiled back. "Turn around and face the wall."

She spun around quick as a flash placing a hand on the wall. I admired her shapely body for a moment before stepping into her, guiding my cock back to her eager opening and pushing myself back inside her. She gasped, pushing herself back to meet me. I grabbed her hips and quickly resumed my relentless assault on her pussy, slamming myself into her again and again. I pushed harder against her causing her breasts to press upon the wall. Katie looked over her shoulder to watch me pounding her from behind.

"Oh god that's amazing Jai. Keep going. Fuck me hard."

I smiled at her while I kept thrusting deep into her no longer virginal crevice. I pulled her back a little making her bend over slightly. This allowed my cock to go even deeper from behind and once again I could feel the head of my dick bumping her cervix. I reached around with one hand, searching for her clit. I found it and began rubbing her swollen nub at speed.

"Oh yeah that's it. You're going to make me cum again Jai. Yes. Oh yessss."

"Fuck you're amazing honey. I'm close. Where do you want me to cum this time baby?"

"Inside me babe. Cum inside me."

After making Katie cum again, I pulled her back even further making her bend over more. She now had her body completely off the wall, only holding onto the soap holder with one hand and the wall beside her with the other. With her now facing the floor I was able to pound her sweet young pussy even harder. My body made a slapping noise against her arse cheeks with each push, her body bouncing forward off mine each time, then pushing herself back to meet my next thrust. She looked down towards where we were joined, watching me slam in and out of her like a piston in an engine.

"Watching you fuck me like this is so fucking hot Jai. Oh g-god you feel good. I lo-love it this way. Damn your cock looks good inside me." 

She had trouble getting the words out properly, between me hitting her pussy so hard and her own orgasmic bliss.

"You like it hard baby girl?"

"Y-yeah, but I meant fro-from behind. I love you taking me from behind-d. It feels soooo gooood."

"Oh oh oh aaarrrggghhh. Holy shit honey."

For the third time that morning I came. I swear by how far I slammed into her at that moment, my cum must have shot straight into her womb. The feeling of her still tight pussy around my cock as I unloaded inside her was indescribable. 

After my own orgasm subsided, I pulled Katie up to me. I still stood behind her with one arm around her waist, the other over her breasts holding her shoulder. My now softening dick plopped out of her thoroughly pounded pussy. She reached an arm behind holding the back of my neck. The other mirrored the arm covering her waist.

"That was amazing Jai. Although I'm not sure I could handle it like that all the time."

"It shouldn't be like that all the time honey. I wanted to show you the difference between making love and just a good old fucking. You can love someone very much, but sometimes you just want that more lustful, animalistic type sex. So both can be good at different times."

I moved us back under the warm water. The rain from the shower head giving a tingling sensation over our bodies. It felt relaxing and quite sexy standing there with my step daughter, who was now my lover.

"Well I do like both and I love how it feels from behind. It gets so deep that way. Oh I'm sorry I swore like that. I just couldn't help it."

I chuckled. "It's ok sweetie. It kind of happens during sex like that. It sort of adds to the excitement to it I think."

Katie turned to face me, gave me a long, deeply passionate kiss then squeezed my semi hard cock.

"So what else can you teach me Jai? I want to try everything and anything with you."

"I could show you so much more my love. But careful what you wish for with statements like that."

"What do you mean?"

"I guess you'll see in time honey. Now come on, I've got to clean the house before your mother gets home tomorrow night."

We finished our shower, helped dry each other off which nearly started another session. Getting dressed I noticed the clock. We had been in the shower for close to an hour together. 'Time really does fly when you're having fun.' I thought to myself with a grin on my face. 



Lessons for Katie 05



This is part 5 in Lessons for Katie. My wife is still away. After the previous night and this morning, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. My story now continues... 

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Katie went out for the day, something about shopping with friends and would be home for dinner tonight. I went through my routine of tidying the house, putting on the dishwasher, vacuuming and doing some laundry. 

Despite the fact Katie had milked me three times already that morning, when I picked up her sexy underwear I got hard again. I brought her bra up to my face breathing in deeply. Her natural scent was clinging to the material. No one was home so I stepped out of my shorts in the laundry and started stroking myself. I put her bra down and this time picked up her panties instead. I hadn't done that before. Bringing them to my nose I inhaled the aroma of her pussy that I had already come to know so quickly. It felt sexy and dirty all at the same time, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't get enough of Katie. She was becoming an addiction, playing on my mind constantly. 

I pumped my cock hard until I was ready to cum. Being in a constant state of horniness and the fact our shower was about four hours prior, I didn't take too long to climax. I wrapped her panties over the head of my dick, blowing my load into them. Satisfied I placed the used underwear in the washer and started the machine.

Katie returned around six, waved a few shopping bags in front of me saying it had been a worthwhile day. I didn't quite know how a shopping trip could be worthwhile. But then again I'm a guy so such things baffle me.

I heard Katie shower upstairs. When I heard the water stop, I waited around twenty minutes and called her down for dinner. She answered back saying she'd be down in a few minutes.

I was already at the table when she walked into the dining room. A pink silk slip was her dinner clothing of choice. Spaghetti straps plunging in the middle to show off her more than ample cleavage, stopping half way between pussy and knee. I gulped as she slunk into the room, her arm bent at the elbow gliding her fingers on the door frame as she entered.

"You like Daddy?" Her voice was almost a purr.

She twirled as she spoke, showing me the back of her slip. The back only came just above the top of her firm, rounded bottom, showing off the soft skin of her back. I was completely taken aback by her beauty, the sexiness she oozed as she walked towards me. The dance classes when she took up until a year ago certainly taught her how to move.

"Umm aargh errrr yep. Yes, yes I do honey."

"I bought this today. I thought of you and thought you might like me in it. I love the way it feels on my skin."

"I do. I do like you in it honey. Wow. Umm. Come, come eat your dinner."

I was stammering as I spoke. My step daughter had me actually given me the inability to speak. That had never happened before. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman. But Katie was on a different level of beauty all together. Now dressed the way she was and looking the way she did, I couldn't find the right words to string a proper sentence together. She sat down across from me at the table.

"I bought something else for you today too Dad. I hope you'll like it."

"And what's that honey?"

"Now that would be telling. It's a surprise. I'll show you later. Now eat your dinner."

Now my step daughter was teasing me. We ate dinner and spoke of her day with her friends. After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen together, brushing against one another purposefully, but making no mention of what was on both of our minds. We then settled down in the lounge room to watch some TV. She lay in my lap, her hand high up my thigh, while I rested my hand on her waist. I glanced down at her body several times to take in every curve and line of her form. Katie would look up and catch me staring at her longingly.

"Eye's front mister. You're missing the movie."

"Yes ma'am." I playfully replied.

I'd dozed off towards the end of the movie. Not a full sleep, just that place you go to in between, where you're sort of asleep, but can still hear what's going on around you.

"I think you might need to go to bed Dad. Go on."

Katie sat up, kissed me fully on the lips and sent me on my way.

"I love you honey."

"I love you too Dad. Good night."

I made my way upstairs to my room, stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed. The sheets still smelt of Katie's and my sex the previous night and this morning. 'I must remember to change them before Kassy gets home tomorrow.' I thought to myself. 

I'd only been in bed for five minutes when my bedroom door opened. I wasn't asleep yet and looked over to the entrance to my room.

"You forgot your other present silly."

Katie stood in the doorway holding the door frame with one hand, leg bent with one foot on top of the other, with the hall light behind her, almost silhouetting her. I could now see the present she referred to. Her slip was gone. In its place was a white soft lace thong with matching bra. The bra was about as small an amount of material as you could get for breasts her size and still call it a bra. The top of the lace stopped just over her nipple, leaving a very large amount of breast flesh uncovered. I reached to my bed side table and turned on my lamp, giving me a better look at her. Again she twirled, slower this time. My cock instantly sprang to life. My approval could not be hidden under the sheet that was covering me.

"You like this one on me? I bought it especially for you."

"You look amazing honey. But why buy this for my benefit?"

"Well..." She slowly slinked her way to my bed. "I'm a woman now. You see me and touch me like a woman. So I wanted to feel like a woman and look like a woman for you. Is that so bad?"

"Bad noooo. In fact very nice indeed. You do look ridiculously sexy though. I think you need to come to bed."

"Well I wasn't planning on putting this on and not coming to your bed."

Katie pulled back the sheet exposing my hardness. A wicked grin came across her face. Without a word she climbed into bed, straddling my lap. My erection was between her arse cheeks and against the soft lace just covering her perfectly smooth sex. She rocked her hips back and forth on my length, getting herself wetter for me. I could feel her labia spread either side of my rigid penis. I took in the sight of her full breasts above me, still seductively hidden behind the thin lace.

"Mmmm. You like that Jai?"

"Yeah baby. Come here and kiss me."

She ground her pussy against me, rocking it back as she lay down on my chest. She moaned as her clit came into contact with me. My lips were parted with her tongue pushing into my mouth. We kissed, heads rocking from side to side as the passion overtook us. My hands explored her body, feeling the lace of her bra and further down to her thong. It was the tiniest amount of material. The material was maybe one inch wide across the band and no more than half an inch wide travelling down her arse crack to her pussy.

Katie pushed herself up off my chest and resumed grinding her teasingly covered pussy against my rod slowly. Oh so slowly. It was very erotic. I ran my hands up her arms to her shoulders then let them find their way to her scantily concealed breasts. I tried to reach my hands around to undo the clasp on her bra. Instead she pulled my hands away then waved her finger at me.

"No Jai. I want it to stay on, so no trying that again ok?" "Yes ma'am." I mock saluted her and smiled. "But why? I love your breasts."

"Well you can love them with the bra on. I bought this to look sexy for you and I want to look like this the whole time." The whole time the slow rocking of her hips never ceased.

"I see. Well you look sexy to me no matter what. But I do like the way they look in that."

"Tonight I want you to just lie where you are and enjoy. I'll do all the work tonight ok?"

I couldn't hide my smile. My little Katie had apparently become quite the seductress. I nodded and decided to give in to her wants. Letting her steer how the evening went. This only caused my throbbing member to become even harder, (if that was even possible).

She kept up her slow movements back and forth along my cock a few minutes longer, kneading my chest with her hands the whole time. Her hips rocked further and longer. The lace was so soft on her g-string that friction wasn't even a problem. Suddenly she shuddered, her legs tightened around my hips and her head flipped back as she came for the first time that night. I could feel that her panties were now soaked. Katie moved up my body, turned around so she was facing my feet and lowered herself onto my mouth.

"Taste me Jai. Taste what you do to me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I opened my mouth as Katie pushed her lace covered mound into it. Her scent was like an intoxicating drug. I breathed her in deeply. I sucked her juices from her thong. My tongue easily found a way past the edge of the flimsy lace and into her entrance. I tongue fucked her while she ground herself against my mouth. My hands were rubbing, squeezing and kneading the flesh on her thighs.

Katie then lowered her body. First her stomach on my chest, then her lacy breasts on my stomach. Her soft hand ran up my thigh, grabbing my rigid penis in it. Her warm breath then the slightest flick of her tongue across the tip, tasting my pre-cum. I moaned into her silky moist pussy.

She slid around my cock as she pushed it past her lips and into her hungry mouth. As slow as she ground herself to orgasm, was the same pace she employed on this blowjob. I can't say I'd ever been blown so slowly before. It was teasing, sensual and erotic all at the same time. My tongue was still working at her smooth folds. I licked around her labia, ran my tongue up her open slit, flicked the tip over her clit and probed the inside of her sex with as much of my tongue as I could push into her. Katie moaned around my dick, sending a vibration through it. Her mouth slowly slid up and down my shaft. Her hand glided with matching strokes. Her tongue flicked around my cock inside her mouth. I could have let her do that for hours.

After around ten minutes, Katie picked her pace up slightly as her breathing became shallower. I could sense she was close to orgasming again. Her hand had moved so she only had her thumb and index finger making a ring around my cock. This allowed her to slide more of me into her mouth. I began to feel the tip bump the back of her throat on each downward motion. I couldn't believe how good my stepdaughter had become at giving head and that she had no gag reflex. I loved it and the swelling of dick told her that as well. Contact was broken between her mouth and my cock for a few seconds.

"Cum for me Jai. Let me taste you." 

Katie went straight back to working me. Her suction increased, as did the speed of her head bobbing up and down. Her hips twitched as she ground her mound into my mouth and my tongue worked harder on her clit. I exploded into my Katie's mouth. After the first shot she pushed her head until her lips were on my body, letting me unload the rest of me straight into her throat. God that was hot. Her own orgasm then took her. She clamped her thighs on my head and pushed as much of her pussy into my mouth as she could. I drank her nectar as it flowed into my mouth.

Our orgasms subsided. Katie released my head from her thighs, me from her mouth and spun around to face me, straddling my groin again. She lent down and kissed me, our tongues twisting around the others. Her taste going to her and my taste came to me. The mix of flavours was a kind of sexy cocktail.

As we kissed I felt her hand reach back, grabbing my still hard cock. Her hips rocked a little as she brought the tip of my member in line with the entrance to her vagina. She pushed back sliding me into her easily. Katie sat up, totally impaling herself on my still hard rod. She smiled.

"Couldn't wait honey?"

"You're still hard. It seemed like a shame to waste it."

"But you're still wearing your underwear honey."

"I don't think that's really an issue, do you? It hasn't been a problem so far. Besides it feels really sexy to be doing this still wearing these."

"Well you're right, it is very sexy. You look amazing Katie."

"I'm so glad you like this. It took me ages to find the right set. Anyway sshhhh. Just lay there and enjoy Jai."

I smiled and Katie continued making love to me. Raising herself up and down my shaft, occasionally rocking her hips for a different feeling. A few minutes went by with no talking, slow love making and deep breathing. Katie then lifted herself off me completely. 

"What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing silly. I just want to try something."

She turned herself around into the reverse cowgirl position and reinserted my cock into her warm wet pussy. Placing her hands just above my knees instead of my chest now, she resumed her slow up and down motion on me. 

"God that feels good Jai. It goes so deep this way. Mmmmm."

"I know my sexy girl. I can feel all of you. I swear I'm in your womb honey."

"Good thing you can't get me pregnant then huh?"

It was at that moment I suddenly wished I could still father children. I raised my hands up and began kneading her arse cheeks. I was getting hornier looking at her perfectly round, firm, smooth butt bounce in front of me. The thin line of material only made the sight all the more sexy. I spread her arse cheeks, which gave me a teasing look at her rosebud. I massaged her flesh more and more, slowly working my way to that forbidden spot. 

I ran a thumb over her puckered hole. It was well lubricated from her pussy juices. She didn't flinch. Instead she let out a soft moan, moved her hands further down my legs causing her arse to rise slightly. I decided to press my luck. My thumb was wet from her juices, as was her puckered arse. I applied more pressure with my thumb. The tip pushed into her virgin hole. She pushed back. I pushed a little more so I was up to the first knuckle inside her butt. I let my thumb rest in that position for a few moments. I could feel my cock sliding against my thumb through the thin membrane separating her pussy and arse.

"What are you doing Jai?"

"You said you wanted to try everything and anything with me. Well this is part of that."

"I did say that huh?" She was still making love to my cock without pause.

"I can stop if you like. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to honey. It's just that you have the sexiest arse and I couldn't help playing with it."

"I didn't say stop. It feels nice actually. I didn't think it would, but it does. Does anal hurt?"

"If it's not done right, yes. Some girls it just hurts no matter what. Why honey?" Knowing where her questions were heading, but playing along anyway.

"I was just thinking it might be fun to try sometime. Not now, but sometime."

"Not now?" I said wiggling my thumb in her arse. She giggled.

"You can keep playing back there if you want. It feels nice. But I don't want anything else there tonight. Ok?"

"Whatever you want my sexy girl."

Katie continued riding me. I pushed my thumb in all the way and wriggled it back and forth inside her tight hole. This seemed to spur her on more, as she increased her speed. Bouncing up and down, I could see my thumb in her arse and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. That with the feeling of my cock rubbing against my thumb inside her began to give me that feeling in my balls.

Having both of her holes filled at the same time became too much for Katie. She clenched her tight pussy muscles around my cock and her arse around my thumb. She came again. To increase the feeling, Katie stopped sliding up and down, instead just grinding her hips. The head of my dick rubbing over her cervix. She cried out in ecstasy. I could feel her juices flow over my dick and down my balls. She moved her hand to my balls and began massaging her cum into them. Katie was still in the midst of her own orgasm, when mine hit, spraying my hot cream so deep inside her. 

I removed my thumb from that perfect arse. Katie kept grinding on me anyway, not wanting her orgasm to end. When she finally finished, Katie returned to the slow grind back and forth.

"God that felt good Jai. I don't think I could have cum harder if I tried."

"I know honey. You're amazing. Making love to you is more than amazing."

"I love you Jai. Move with me. I want to keep you inside me."

Katie rolled to her side and as requested I went with her. My cock never coming out of her beautiful pussy as we moved. We ended up spooning again. I cupped her breast and she placed her hand over mine.

"Can we fall asleep like this please? You inside me, holding me like this."

"I couldn't think of anything more perfect sweetie. I love you so much Katie."

"I love you too babe."

"No I think I'm actually falling in love with you."

"It's ok Jai. I feel the same way. But we have to hide it I guess because of mum."

"Yeah I guess so."

"Don't let go of me tonight ok. Just hold me like this all night. I love you."

"I won't honey. I love you too."

We drifted off to sleep together, with my cock resting inside my Katie's pussy. I did wake up through the night to feel Katie making love to my cock by pushing back into me over and over. Her hand had reached back, holding my hip. I gave her breast that I was still holding a gentle squeeze, to let her know I was awake. Apart from the slight kneading of her lace covered breast though, I didn't move. It only took about ten minutes for us both to cum. Afterwards Katie just placed her hand back on mine, clenched her pussy muscles on my dick as if giving me a hug and whispered I love you to me. We both slept through the rest of the night, blissfully joined as one.

Tomorrow my wife would be home.



Lessons for Katie 06



This is part 6 in Lessons for Katie. My step daughter Katie and I had just spent another whole night together. Katie took control this time, doing things as she wanted them. My wife was due back the next day from her seminar. My story picks up on that Sunday morning...

"Wake up daddy."

I awoke from my sound sleep to Katie's angelic voice. My eyes flickered open with the first thing I see is my step daughters face above me, her body rising and falling. She smiled, I smiled back.

"I woke up and you were hard. So I thought I'd wake you up nicely."

"Nicely! Good morning baby girl. I don't call this nicely. I'd say this is probably the best way I've ever been woken."

My cock was buried deep inside Katie's pussy as she rocked her hips to and fro. I wasn't completely rigid when I woke up, but I became that way very quickly, once the fogginess of sleep left me and I fully realised how I had been woken.

"I can feel you growing bigger inside me Jai. That feels awesome."

"You should feel it from my side honey. You sleep ok?"

I ran my hands along Katie's thighs then up her sides, pausing at her very ample breasts. My fingers swept softly over the flesh. She smiled and sighed at the same time. She then ran her own hands up her body to meet mine. Our fingers intertwined like ribbons. Her hands held my hands, her groin held my groin, her legs held my legs. It was as if we were one. Not knowing where one of us finished and the other started.

"I slept like a log. I woke up, saw you laying there on your back. You looked so sexy and relaxed. Then I ran my hand over your body and felt you were almost hard and couldn't help myself. I was hoping you wouldn't wake up until I had you inside me. So I was happy when you didn't. Now here we are. God you feel good Jai."

"Well I'm very happy you woke me up like this. Hey your bra and panties are gone."

"They were for last night. I just wanted to feel us skin on skin, so I took them off before I got on you. Now shush and just enjoy."

I smiled and winked back at her. A few more minutes went by of our slow morning love making. Suddenly Katie's grip on my hands tightened, her pace quickened a little and her breathing became shorter. I could tell she was close. The increased speed from Katie gave me the tell-tale twitch in my balls. Katie must have felt it too.

"Cum with me Jai. It'd be a great way to start the day. Cum with me."

Her orgasm hit her, but not strong due to the nature of our love making. It was enough though for her pussy to tighten around my cock and her legs to grip me firmer. Within a few seconds my own grip on her hands tightened as well. I pushed my hips up and released myself inside her. After both of our orgasms started to subside our grip on the others hands relaxed. Katie took her hands from mine and laid her head on my chest, still with me inside her. 

Several minutes passed with us staying in that position. My dick had softened enough and fell out of her. Katie sighed. 

"What time's mum due home?"

"Around six honey, why?"

"I just wanted to know how much longer I have you to myself, before we have to go back to pretending again. That's all."

"Well we have to tidy up and I need to change these sheets too. It might be a bit hard to explain if I don't. But we've still got hours yet. Come on, I need a shower."

"I love you Jai. It'll be hard to hide that now, especially after this weekend."

"I know honey. But we have to. I love you too. Not like a dad anymore. I mean I actually love you. But we have to hide it, at least for now."

"I know."

With that Katie kissed my neck, sat up and rolled over beside me. We both got up together and headed for the shower.

"You joining me again baby girl?"

"Yeah, but just to have a shower. I just want to be close to you as much as possible before SHE comes home." Emphasising the 'she' referring to her mother.

We showered for around twenty five minutes together. Just like she said, there was no sex that time. I washed Katie from head to toe, even massaging the shampoo and conditioner into her hair for her. It was actually very sensual. Katie returned the favour by washing my body for me. There was extra special attention paid to those parts of our bodies we both desired. It would have been very easy to take things further, but we both restrained ourselves. In the end once we were both fully cleaned, we just stood holding each other letting the warm water cocoon us as it fell over our bodies running down to the floor for around five minutes. It was probably the best shower I'd ever had.

Dried and dressed, Katie helped me strip my bed and put new linen on it. She then went to make breakfast for us both, while I went and put the used linen in the washing machine. I came into the kitchen to bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. Katie was wearing her flimsy shorts she usually wore around the house and a baggy t-shirt. I could tell she wasn't a bra. My god she looked gorgeous.

"Such a big effort for breakfast honey? Why thank you." 

"I thought you might have worked up an appetite earlier babe. Plus who knows, with a bit of luck you might need the energy later."

Katie winked at me turned on the spot and finished placing the frypan etcetera in the dishwasher. I swear she bent over more than she needed to, just to make her shorts tighten across her butt showing me there were no panties either. I couldn't help admire the shape of perfectly round arse, which did give me a stir in my shorts. 

"Come sit down and stop teasing me. Breakfast will get cold."

Katie turned around with a devilish look in her eye, but also trying to pretend like she didn't know what she was doing.

"Was I teasing you Jai? I didn't realise. Oh I'm sorry dear."

"You knew exactly what you were doing. Apparently you've learnt the art of teasing and seduction quite quickly. Now come on, let's eat."

The rest of breakfast was uneventful. Katie had ceased her vixen like game for the time being. It was nice, just the two of us eating together as if we were an actual couple.

We busied ourselves cleaning up after breakfast and then tidying the house in preparation for my wife coming home from her seminar that evening. Katie would brush her body against me whenever she could, trying to make it seem like it was accidental. I was not so subtle. I occasionally patted her firm arse, or ran my hand over her pussy, between her thighs as she bent over to pick something up. I spent the entire morning and early afternoon in a constant state of arousal.

"We won't get the house tidied if you keep doing that Jai."

"What can I say sweetie? You looking like you do and bending over in front of me, I can't help myself."

Katie stepped closer to me, put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled herself up on her tippy toes to whisper in my ear. 

"Well maybe you can help yourself, but not just yet."

My dick twitched in my shorts. Katie could plainly see my erection. She just looked down at it, looked back up into my eyes, smiled and then walked away. The little minx. 

We'd finished by around 1:00. Lunch rolled around and I prepared some ham and salad sandwiches for us. Katie was sitting on the lounge with her legs tucked under her when I brought her plate in. 

"Here you go honey. What are you watching?"

"Nothing really. Just channel surfing. Did you want to watch something?"

"Nope. I'm good."

Katie settled on a comedy movie to pass the time for a while. After lunch was finished she took the plates into the kitchen, then came back and snuggled into me for the rest of the movie. Her arm wrapped across my waist.

"I love you Jai."

"I love you too Katie."

I stroked her head and shoulders for a while. My hand came to rest on her hip for the remainder of the movie.

The movie finished around 3:00. Katie sat up and stretched.

"Well I'm off to get out of these clothes. They're kinda dirty from cleaning."

"Ok honey."

With that she stood and walked out of the room. I enjoyed watching her walk away from me. The way her hips swayed and the firmness of her body kept me staring until she was out of sight.

From the base of the stairs Katie called out.

"You do realise that was an invite, don't you?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I shot off the lounge and was off after her. She saw me running towards her, laughed and ran up the stairs towards her room. I caught her by surprise. She stopped once she got near her queen sizebed, turned just in time to see me wrap my arms around her and tackle her onto the bed. We laughed for a few seconds then proceeded in becoming a flurry of arms and legs, getting each other's clothes off.

We kissed hard. Our hands roamed over the others body. Her rolling onto me and me rolling back onto her. At one point as I rolled onto her, the tip of my cock pushed just inside Katie's already wet pussy. No foreplay and she was already ready for me.

"Well I guess you can help yourself Jai." Katie giggled.

"You're already wet honey."

"I'm already really horny. So yeah."

Katie raised her legs and wrapped them around my back so I couldn't get away then squeezed, pulling me closer to her. I responded by pushing my length all the way into her. Katie gasped as she was a little tighter than normal from not having any foreplay beforehand.

"Oh god Jai, it feels so tight. Good but tight."

I responded by pulling back out most of the way before slamming myself back into her. I repeated this several times. The tightness of my step daughters' pussy was driving me crazy. It felt amazing feeling her stretch around me with each thrust. 

"God you feel good baby."

"Don't stop Jai. I think I'm already about to cum."

I kept thrusting away as requested, hard and fast. I felt her body tense and her pussy tighten more. Her legs locked around my body even harder, her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her orgasm hit her hard. She grunted and bucked against my every thrust. I could feel her juices escape her. I didn't slow down. Instead I just kept pounding her pussy like a piston in an engine. Her orgasm rolled into a second without pause.

"Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh oh oh ooooohh."

I finally slowed down and then stopped all together, letting Katie catch her breath. Her legs unwrapped from around my back and fell open more beside me.

"Holy shit Jai. That was incredible. But you didn't cum. Didn't it feel good for you? Did I do something wrong?"

I loved the fact she was still new to this and still had so many questions.

"No honey you are perfect. You felt amazing. But I've got something new to try with you."

"Oh really? And what might that be?"

I pulled out of Katie's hot, young, sweet pussy and moved up her body until I was straddling her stomach, with my cock slick with her juices resting between her amazing breasts. Without saying a word I began slowly pushing my cock back and forth between her cleavage. I took her hands in mine, placed them against her breasts and pushed them together more. Now only the base or the tip of my cock could be seen. I moved my hands away, leaving Katie's there only. I smiled down at her. My cock felt amazing sliding between her firm, round peaks. 

Katie looked down at my rigid cock sliding between her ample breasts, looked back at me with a wicked grin.

"That looks so hot Jai. So today's lesson is a titty fuck huh? I reckon I could do better than that for you."

"Oh you do, do you? Please explain."

With that she didn't say anything. Instead she tilted her head so her chin was resting on her chest. Her mouth opened and took the head of my cock into it as I pushed forward. The suction she created with just the head in her mouth was nothing short of mind blowing. I shortened my strokes so my cock wouldn't leave her mouth.

"Ok you win honey. You can do better. Holy shit that's good. Mmmmm."

Katie just looked up at me, winked, kept sucking and holding her breasts together for me to fuck. The sight of me fucking my step daughters' breasts and mouth at the same time was becoming too much to handle. I began to feel my balls tighten and my cock grow even harder. My breathing became shorter and quicker. Katie realised this and began sucking the head of my dick even harder, if that was even possible. I erupted into her mouth and shot some of my cum straight to the back of her throat. I pulled out, grabbed my cock and pointed it at her breasts, shooting the rest of my load over them. Seeing my milky cream on her skin like that was so sexy. I began rubbing the tip of my cock through my cum, smearing it over Katie's skin.

"Damn you're good honey and so, so sexy."

"Thanks. Nice lesson by the way. Can't wait for the next..."

"Jai, Katie I'm home."

"Oh shit it's your mum." I whispered.

We could hear my wife coming up the stairs. The bedroom door was still open from me chasing Katie into her room earlier. No chance to hide anywhere.

"Quick, under the doona." Katie whispered to me in a panic.

I shot down and curled into the foetal position between Katie's legs. Katie pulled the doona up over her cum covered tits just as Kassy reached the bedroom door.

"Hi Katie. How are... Oh you have um company, um. Sorry. Where's your father?"

"I think he went out for his run. I'm not really sure right now mum."

I was hiding under the doona, between my step daughters legs, while she was speaking to her mother. Either insanity or adrenaline took over me at that point. I gently moved my hand up to Katie's pussy right in front of my face and pushed a finger inside her. She flinched but didn't try to stop me. I then dropped my mouth over her pussy and began flicking my tongue up and down her slit, paying particular attention to her clit.

"You could at least shut your door."

"I wasn't expecting anyone home mum."

I pushed my finger into Katie's hungry wet pussy even further and kept licking at her. She put a hand on my head through the doona to try and stop me. Instead it only succeeded in pushing my face further into her mound.

"I guess. I didn't even realise you had a boyfriend."

"Mum seriously. Can we do this later please? Can you shut the door now?"

"Oh. Oh yes of course. Um sorry."

The door shut. Katie threw the doona back and looked at me half horny and half like I was a madman. I removed my mouth from her pussy, but not my finger. That I kept sliding in and out of her.

"What were you thinking? Jesus Christ Jai."

"It was so hot and sexy. Eating you while you were talking to your mother and she had no idea it was me. I just had to do it."

"What's she doing home now anyway? She's not even due home for another couple of hours."

"Don't know honey. But we better be quick. I'll have to get outta here very soon."

"Be quick? With what?"

I didn't answer her. Instead I pulled my finger out of her pussy, rolled her onto her stomach and sunk myself balls deep into her. All before she could resist.

"Oh god Jai. You're gonna get us killed."

"I've got to have you again. You're mum thinks I'm out and that you've just got some boy here. So if we're quiet and you don't call my name out, we should be fine."

"You're insane, but I love you anyway."

Because we only had a short time, I gripped Katie's hips hard a rammed into her pussy as quick as I could go. Katie was moaning with the speed and how deep I was going, taking her from behind. After only a few short minutes I emptied my load deep inside my Katie. I collapsed on top of her. Our sweaty bodies mashed into one. 

"I love you Katie. But I've got to go now."

With that I pulled out of Katie, got off her bed and stood up.

"I love you too. Wait a second."

I looked at her a bit confused at first. Then she moved over to the edge of the bed, propped herself up and grabbed my still semi hard cock. She took the whole thing in her mouth and gave one slow hard suck up the length, until it popped out of her mouth. 

"I had to clean that up before you got dressed. Plus I don't know when I'll get a chance to do that again now mum's back."

"We'll find time honey."

I dressed and walked over to the door and opened it a little. I heard the shower in my ensuite running. So I knew my wife was in there. Safe to leave.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make coffee. I then put my shirt in the wash, as it wasn't sweaty from me supposedly going for a run. After that, I made my way back upstairs to my room and walked into the ensuite.

"You're early." I exclaimed.

"Oh you're home. I caught an earlier flight. How was your run?"

"Yeah not bad."

"Care to join me?"

I'd just ten minutes ago made love to my step daughter and now my wife, who usually knocks me back was hitting me up. I took off my shorts and stepped into the shower.

"Sure why not."

Before she could say anything, I kissed Kassy, turned her around to face the wall and pushed my cock inside her pussy. I had to push a few times to get it in, as she wasn't yet wet or expecting it so quickly.

"Oh my, somebody worked up an appetite on his run."

"Well you're home and you don't normally hit me up for sex. So I thought I'd take advantage of the situation before you changed your mind."

It was so sexy knowing I had Katie's pussy juice covering my cock and I had just stuck it into my wife's pussy. Amusingly though I actually felt like I was cheating on Katie, by having sex with her mother. 'How strange.' I thought to myself.

"You know Katie has a boyfriend now?"

"Yeah I knew that."

"I came home to find her in bed with him. He was hiding under the covers when I got to her room, because she'd left her door open. The poor boy must've been quite embarrassed. I think Katie was too really."

My wife talking about catching Katie with me under the covers licking her pussy was making me hotter.

"That must've been fun to walk in on."

"It was awkward to say the least. I didn't even know she was having sex, or had a boyfriend. Mmmm you feel good."

"Well she is eighteen. So her having sex shouldn't be that much of a shock really."

I kept pushing into Kassy's pussy. She got into it more and started pushing back, meeting my thrusts. I reached around to squeeze her tit then moved my hand down to play with her clit. This caused her to push back more.

"I guess not. It was just a bit of a surprise to catch her like that I suppose. Anyway enough about Katie, just fuck me and fuck me hard."

I moved us back further and bent Kassy over more. Since she wanted to be fucked hard, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pressed the head against her puckered arse. I pushed and the head popped inside her tight hole. Kassy pushed back against me.

"Well if you going to go there, don't just stop with the head. You know I like it all in me."

With that I slammed my cock all the way into my wife's arse without warning. She gasped with the force I used. Then she just moaned as I pulled part way out and rammed back into her again and again. I hadn't fucked my wife's arse for about six months, so I was well and truly taking advantage of the opportunity. I ploughed into her like it was the last time I would ever have sex. Kassy didn't miss a beat. Instead she just kept pushing back against my cock and fingering her pussy the whole time. After about ten minutes Kassy looked back at me.

"God, are you going to cum soon? I don't know if I can keep up this pace."

I just smiled at her and sped up my thrusts. Not long ago I had cum in Katie's mouth and on her breasts, plus cum in her pussy as well. I knew I would take a while for me to cum again. 

"I love your arse Kassy. It's so tight. Maybe I want it to last a while longer. Who knows when you'll let me back in here again."

However with the furious pace I was now fucking my wife's arse, a few minutes later I felt my balls tighten. Kassy was still fingering herself and rubbing her clit. With the biggest push I could muster, I slammed hard into her and came deep in her arse.




Lessons for Katie 06



I pulled out of her arse and Kassy sank to the floor of the shower.

"Holy shit. You've never fucked me like that before. I'm not sure if it was too hard on my arse or too good."

"Well for me it was good." I chuckled.

I finished showering and got out, leaving Kassy to finish her shower on her own. After getting dressed I went back to the kitchen to make that coffee, where I found Katie looking very sad.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"I heard you two and I didn't like it. I know it shouldn't bother me, but it did."

"Well she actually hit me up honey. It would've looked weird if I knocked her back, considering how much I complain that she hardly sleeps with me anymore."

"I suppose. But I still didn't like it."

"Funny thing is I felt like I was cheating on you by having sex with your mother. I love you honey. Man things are going to get complicated around here."

"I love you too Jai. I suppose I should call you dad again now that she's back."

"Don't worry honey. We'll find time to be together."

There is still more to this story to come. Please let me know how you are liking it.



Lessons for Katie 07



This is part 7 in Lessons for Katie. My step daughter Katie and I had just the entire weekend together. My wife came home earlier than expected on the Sunday and nearly caught us together. It's now time for Katie's next lesson....



Almost a week had passed since my wife Kassy had returned home from her seminar. Katie and I were both yearning for each other, but hadn't been able to find any time alone. We would steal a quick kiss or a touch when we could, but that was all.

One night she sat across the table at dinner and mouth 'I want you', which only served to give me an erection I couldn't do anything with. I in return pretended to reach around her to grab something off the kitchen bench while she was tidying up, pressing my hardened cock against her arse, causing her to push back slightly and give a quiet sigh.

"That's not fair." She whispered.

On the Friday, Katie had to work after school and didn't finish until 11:00pm. Kassy had already gone to bed an hour before. I received the call from Katie to pick her up and I arrived at her work ten minutes later. Katie leapt into the car, planted a big kiss on my cheek and gave me a hug.

"Hi honey. How was work?"

"Work was fine. It was a busy night really. I love you Jai."

"I love you too Katie."

We drove talking about not much. Shortly after we arrived home. Once inside I stopped Katie just inside the door, pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She kissed back with such passion. Our tongues danced together and probed each others mouths. Katie pulled away first, her breasts heaving in front of me through her work uniform.

"I better go for a shower before we get carried away right here in the hall Jai."

"Ok sweetie. You're right. The hall is pretty risky. Off you go."

As she turned to walk away, I gave a playful soft smack on her behind. She skipped a step in surprise, turned and smiled.

"Stop that. You'll get us in trouble." She then turned wiggled her bum at me then walked away.

A few minutes later I heard the shower go on. I went to my room to check on Kassy. She was sound asleep. I walked back down the upstairs hall to the bathroom. I quietly opened and closed the door, shed my clothes and stepped towards the shower. I could see Katie's naked body through the glass shower screen. Her lithe and toned form to me made her look like a goddess. She was facing the wall washing her hair and therefore hadn't seen me come in.

I opened the glass door and stepped inside. Katie's arms were raised as she was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. Her legs slightly parted. I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her body. One covering a breast and the other on her flat stomach just above her pubic bone. My hard dick pressed against her arse crack and back. Katie jumped in shock, as she thought she was alone.

"Jesus Jai you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing? Mums just down the hall."

"I've already checked baby. Your mother is dead to the world. She won't wake up. You know what she's like. Plus you made me so horny and I've missed you. I've missed us."

Her hands covered mine, her head leaning back into my shoulder.

"I've missed you too babe. Are you sure we won't get caught?"

"I've been with your mother long enough to know, she'd sleep though an earthquake once she's down for the night. We're fine honey."

"Well then."

With that Katie removed her hand from mine covering her stomach and reached behind her, grabbing my cock, giving it a squeeze. She then moved away slightly and pushed my dick down between her legs near the opening of her pussy. Her hand then angled the head of my erection so it parted her outer lips. I pushed forward slightly and I partly slid inside her with ease.

"You're already wet honey."

"You weren't the only one who got horny from that kiss. Now please make love to me. I've missed having you inside me Jai."

I gripped her tighter and pushed myself all the way in. I loved the fact she still felt tight around my cock. Katie reached for the wall, bending over further, allowing me to penetrate her more deeply. My full length was now inside her, pumping to a nice rhythm. Katie was pushing back to meet my every push. The pace started to quicken.

"Harder Jai."

I obliged hastening my thrusts. Her breasts were bouncing under her as my groin made contact with her arse cheeks. My finger had made its way to her clit and I was rubbing it, as well as running my finger up and down her slit. This increased her moans and her desire.

"Har.....harder. I'm almost there. Harder. Oh god."

To go even harder I had to remove my hand from her mound, so I could grab her hips. Katie replaced my finger on her clit with her own to continue the rubbing, while I now gripped her hips tightly, slamming my cock into her hungry pussy. She was getting wetter with each thrust and not from the shower. I was hitting her from behind with such fury, my balls were slapping against her pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. I erupted inside Katie's womb, shooting five days worth of built up cum deep into her. 

"Give it to me Jai. Give it all to me. I'm gonna cum too. Oooooooh."

"Oh god baby. I love you." 

My furious thrusts into her didn't stop until her own orgasm hit. She shuddered as the waves of pleasure flooded her body. She let out groan after groan as my cock kept pounding her relentlessly. After I had emptied my balls into Katie and her pussy stopped contracting around my cock, I slowed right down. Katie stood up again. My cock plopped out of her well fucked pussy. A moment later a flood of cum escaped her womanhood, running down her thigh and calf to the shower floor.

"Oh my god Jai, you're right. Sometimes a good fucking is needed over love making. That was amazing. I loved that. I missed having you inside me. Reckon we could push our luck for one more tonight?"

"I think we'll be fine. You still horny my love?"

"Oh god yes. You can't do that to me and expect that to be it. I want you again. But not here, in my bed."

We quickly finished our shower. I again checked on Kassy. 'Yep still sleeping.' Quietly I made my way back up the hall to Katie's room. She was laying on her bed naked, running her hands over her body. This time the bedroom door got closed. I made my way to her bed. Before I could get onto it, Katie jumped up onto her knees, pulled my towel off my body, letting it fall to the floor and took me in her mouth. I was already hard again with anticipation. She worked her head up and down my shaft, expertly sucking me to full hardness. As quickly as she had latched onto my cock, she took me out of her mouth.

"That'll do. Don't want you cumming just yet." 

A wicked grin came across her face. She then repositioned herself on her knees, bum in the air with her head on her pillow. I didn't need to be told. I quickly got on the bed on my knees behind her. I aimed my cock at her pussy and pushed all the way in on the first stroke. Katie moaned. I began to slowly make love to her from behind, not wanting to repeat the animalistic fucking we had in the shower.

"Oooooh. I love it from behind Jai. Do you like it this way?"

"I love it like this honey. I can get so deep inside you. Plus you have the sexiest bum. I love looking at it. I love pushing up against it. It's the most perfect butt I think I've ever seen. Then there's being able to play with your clit and your boobs from this position. Yeah I'd say I like it this way."

"I love hearing you talk about my body like that Da.. um Jai. It makes me feel sexy."

"You are sexy honey. You're gorgeous. I love you."

Katie reached up under her pillow.

"I love you too. Um here take this."

I looked down at the hand that had been under her pillow. In it was a tube of lubricant. I took the tube from her hand as asked.

"You don't need this sweetie. I know you're tight, but you're not that tight. I love how your pussy feels around me."

"Umm it's not for there. It's for, well you know." My strokes inside her had slowed right down to nearly nothing.

"You don't need to do that if you don't want to honey. We don't need to rush things."

"I know. I want to. I liked it when you were playing back there last weekend and I said I might like to try it sometime. So why not tonight? I know it might hurt, but it hurt the first time we had normal sex too remember?"

"Are you sure honey? Like I said we don't have to if you don't want to."

"I'm sure. Why, don't you want to? I know you like it. I've heard you and mum before. Plus you liked using your finger on me."

"I do Katie. I just don't want to pressure you, because it can hurt. If you're sure, we can try. But you say the word and I'll stop any time. Ok?"

"Ok Jai. I just want to give you all of me. I want to try everything with you."

"Well how about we keep going like this at first and I'll use my finger for a while like last time, to make sure you're sure?"

"Ok. You're so caring Jai. I knew I chose right with you. I mean from what I hear, when most guys hear their girl will let them do anal, they just plough right in there. But you're different."

"Well sex is no good if it only feels good for one person honey. You should always now that and expect that from a partner."

I took the lid off the tube, squirting some onto Katie's virgin arse. She flinched a little with the coldness of the fluid. I ran circles around the entrance, making sure I had plenty of lube on my finger as well. As our lovemaking resumed at a gentle pace, I slowly inserted my middle finger into her rosebud. She didn't flinch, so I pushed my finger further in. After about a minute my finger was buried all the way into Katie's arse. She felt so hot in there. I was aching to feel my cock in its place. I began to move my finger back and forth, swirling it around inside her at the same time.

"How's that feel baby girl?"

"Oh my god. It feels good. You making love to me and doing that at the same time. Damn."

"It's not hurting?'

"No. I feel a bit of pressure, but no pain. Don't stop."

I continued taking Katie from behind, while my finger probed her most taboo spot. 'No pain. She might be a natural at anal.' I thought to myself. I squirted some more lube and very slowly inserted my index finger as well. She flinched a little at first, but then relaxed quite quickly. I couldn't believe I now had two fingers exploring my step-daughters arse and she was enjoying it.

"Oh Jai, you're gonna make me cum again. Don't stop please."

I increased the pace of my fingers moving in her butt slightly, while also increasing the pace of my cock in her pussy. I felt her orgasm come on. Her legs shook, her pussy tightened around my cock and then she came.

"Oh god Jai. How do you do that to me so often?"

"What's that sweetie?"

"Make me cum like that. I think I'm ready."

"You sure?"

"Oh yes I'm sure. I want to feel you there as well. Then you would have had all of me."

I pulled my cock out of Katie's pussy and my fingers from her arse. More lube was squirted there and also onto my hand, where I applied it to the head of my penis. I used my hand to position myself against her now slightly opened hole. Gently pressing against her, the tip of my dick began parting her sphincter. Then suddenly the head pushed passed and was inside her. Katie flinched a little, but didn't pull away. I stopped pushing.

"You ok honey?"

"Yeah. You're thicker than your fingers. A bit of pressure, but it's ok. Keep going."

I pushed another inch into her. Backed up and then in again a little further. This was repeated over several minutes, letting her adjust to my rock hard shaft in her virgin arse until I bottomed out. My pelvis pressed up against her cheeks.

"You feel so much bigger in there, than in my pussy Jai. But I like how it feels inside me."

"I love how your arse feels around me baby. Are you ok to keep going?"

"I think so. Just not fast at first I think. Hey can you cum back there?"

"Yeah why?" I chuckled at her question. 'Still so unknowing about some things.' I thought to myself. 

"I think I want to feel you cum inside my bum Jai."

"We'll play that by ear honey when I'm close. You might change your mind."

With that I slowly drew back and pushed back into her. Damn her arse was so amazing. I couldn't believe how lucky I was, to be balls deep in my step-daughter's arse. To take the virginity from there as well. Over and over I glided my cock into her arse. A few minutes passed and Katie began moving with me, obviously now accustomed to me being there. She began meeting my strokes. As I pushed forward, she pushed back. Which only caused me to get deeper inside her each time.

We worked ourselves into a nice rhythm, not too fast or too slow. My hand had reached around, found her clit again and I was rubbing it to increase her pleasure. Soon I felt her hand slide over mine as she buried two of her fingers into her pussy. She now had her clit, her pussy and her arse all receiving attention at the same time. I could feel her fingers against my cock through the thin layer of flesh as she worked herself. I was in heaven, she had to be too.

Katie began pushing back against me quicker and with a bit more force.

"Harder Jai. Go a bit harder. Oh god this feels soooo good."

I obliged and began pushing harder into her. When she asked me to go a little harder again, I complied. I started thrusting in quick jolty strokes in and out of her arse, while her fingers kept working her pussy.

"I'm close honey."

"It's ok Jai. You can cum inside me. I want to feel it. Don't stop."

"You sure baby?"

"Yes. Keep going. Oh god, keep going."

My cock swelled inside her, stretching her a little more. With a final firm thrust I erupted deep in her arse. I could feel shot after shot leaving me and filling her no longer virgin hole. This along with my fingers on her clit and her finger inside her pussy, triggered her orgasm. Her arse tightened around my cock even more. Katie couldn't hold herself up any more under the weight of her orgasm crashing into her. She collapsed flat onto her bed, causing my cock to ram into her arse with force. I groaned, she grunted.

"Holy shit that felt good Jai."

"I know baby. Your arse is amazing. So hot, so tight, soooo sexy."

"Let's not let this be the last time we do this. I can't believe how that felt."

I was still laying on her back, my cock still inside her arse. I didn't want to move at all. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, my cock sliding out of the sexiest arse on earth as I did so. Katie rolled over to her back. I laid down beside her and we kissed passionately. We held each other for around half an hour.

"I better go have another shower and get back to my own bed honey. Or I'm going to fall asleep here with you."

"Would that be so bad Jai?"

"It would be in the morning. That's for sure."

"I suppose you're right. I love you."

"I love you too Katie."

I got up from the bed and made my way to the shower once more. Not before checking Kassy was still asleep though. She was. A couple of minutes later, the shower door opened and in stepped Katie. She hugged me.

"You're not the only one in need of a shower after that." She chuckled softly.

We showered together, once again without having sex. Just cleaning each other. It was so sensual. Once our shower was finished, Katie and I kissed and went to our respective beds.

A storm was brewing in my head. As feelings of confusion flooded me between how I felt about Katie and how I felt about her mother. Things couldn't continue this way. I knew who I wanted to be with. But there were so many issues and obstacles.

Look out for chapter 8.



Lessons for Katie 08a



This is part 8a in Lessons for Katie. I was becoming consumed by my step-daughter and our relationship. Our encounters were becoming risky, especially with my wife home at times. But we could not control our feelings. So now we continue.




About three months had gone by since Katie and I had first made love to each other. Except for the weekend my wife had been away for work, we had not been able to spend the night together. We stole what moments we could. Late at night after picking Katie up from work was our best chance most times. Occasionally as I worked from home, we were able to sneak in a quick afternoon love making, before Kassy got home from her office.

We had even begun acting more as a couple. Going out to dinner if Kassy was going to be working late. Taking in a movie, or going to the local café for a coffee in the afternoon or weekend.

Katie had a week off school coming up. Study leave they called it, before her final exams. I saw this as an opportunity. I spoke to Kassy one evening.

"I think I might take Katie up the coast for a week."

"What for? What's the occasion?"

"Well it's her final year. She's worked hard, got good grades. She's got a week off before her final exams and well, I just thought she deserved a break away to de-stress before her exams."

"I didn't realise her exams were that close. You know you spoil her too much don't you? Why a trip away? She could just study here."

"Yes I know that. But you're busy with your work. I can work from anywhere, as long as I have my laptop and Katie can take her study material with her. I just thought a change of scenery would be nice for her. Kind of a reward for doing so well at school so far."

"I see your point. But you still spoil her too much."

"What's wrong with spoiling my favourite girl?"

"Favourite? I guess I've been moved down the ladder then."

Kassy chuckled at her joke. If she only knew the truth in her own words.

"So when would you leave?"

"Well since tomorrow is Friday, may as well go then after Katie gets out of school. We'd come back the following weekend."

"Well it sounds like you've already got it all planned anyway. So I guess enjoy yourselves." 

Kassy turned off her bedside lamp and cuddled into me, which was rare. We hadn't had sex since the time in the shower after her business trip three months ago.

"You're too good to her Jai. I hope she appreciates your efforts for her."

"I'm sure she does. I don't think I'm that good to her really."

I felt Kassy hug me tighter. Her hand then travelled down my chest, over my stomach and found my cock. Squeezing it, then running her hand up and down, she spoke.

"I don't suppose we can wake him up? It's been a while." 

My cock twitched in her hand, starting to stiffen. Now I was conflicted. I honestly felt that if I slept with Kassy my wife, I would be cheating on Katie my step-daughter. What a strange place I'd gotten myself to.

"Really? Don't you have work in the morning?"

"Well if you don't want to. Just say."

"It's not that. It's just out of the blue. It's been like three months since the last time. I'm just surprised I guess." 

Nice diversion. My cock was growing from the attention it was receiving from my wife's hand. Kassy took this as a positive sign and disappeared under the sheet. I felt her warm mouth envelope me, causing me to grow in her to full attention. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft, wanking me with her hand at the same time. Once I was fully erect, Kassy suddenly stopped, worked her way back up my body, straddling my groin. Her pussy hovered over my dick.

She reached between her legs, grabbing my member and aimed it at her pussy lips. She lowered herself just enough for the tip to make contact with her. Releasing me from her hand and placing both of the on my chest, Kassy looked at me, smiled and fully impaled herself in one swift motion onto my cock. She groaned. My head pushed back into the pillow.

"You're so wet and with no foreplay."

"You're so hard. SShhhh."

She rocked her hips slowly a few times, getting used to me. Without warning she started bouncing on my cock, like a bronco rider. I laid there, hands on her thighs watching as she fucked me with wild abandon. Her C cup tits bouncing in front of me.

"Fuck you feel good. You're sooo hard. Oooooo."

After only a couple of minutes her orgasm hit her, cumming over my cock. Her pace never slowed. Instead she just kept driving herself down hard on my shaft over and over again without pause. I could feel the sweat building up on her skin.

"Cum for me Jai. I want to feel it. Come on baby. Cum for me."

Shortly after my cock swelled, I drove my hips up to meet her downward thrust and unleashed my cum inside her. I grabbed her arse and rammed myself up into her pussy again and again until my dick stopped twitching inside her. As soon as I'd finished, Kassy raised herself off my cock, pushed herself down the bed and once again took me in her mouth. She expertly cleaned my cock of both of our juices. Once my dick was cleaned she released me from her mouth, looked at me and smiled.

"Mmmm. It's been a while since I've done that. Come with me. I need a shower."

"Huh?"

"Come on. I want you to fuck me in the shower like you did a few months back."

"Just like last time? You sure?"

"Oh I'm sure. I was sore for days after that. But I loved every minute of it. Now come fuck me again. My arse is lonely."

I couldn't exactly say no. This would have caused too many questions from her. So I followed her to our ensuite and we climbed into the shower together. The water had only been running long enough for the temperature to be right. I whipped Kassy around bending her at the waist with my hand on the back of her neck. I drove my cock straight back into her sopping pussy.

"Oooo. So forceful. But that's not where I wanted it baby."

"I'm just getting my dick wet again. Don't worry you'll get it hard like you want."

After only a few sharp thrusts into her, I pulled out a rammed myself into her waiting arse without warning. She yelped and flinched a little at the sudden assault on her tightest hole.

"Jesus Jai. I wasn't expecting that so hard straight away."

"You wanted it hard like last time. Just thought you might like to be taken quickly."

With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, I began slamming my cock into her arse. My groin slapping her arse cheeks, my balls slapping up against her pussy. She had to brace herself with her hands on the wall to stop her head banging into it.

"Oh....my....god. Fuck me hard Jai. Fuck me."

I kept pounding away at her arse relentlessly, smashing into her like a jackhammer. To allow myself to go even harder, I moved my hand from her back, so now both were on her hips. My fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her back hard onto my cock as I thrust harder into her. Kassy grunted each time I bottomed out inside her. At least ten minutes had passed from when I began the assault on her tight arse.

"Oh god Jai. How much longer? I can't take any more. Fuck."

"Soon babe, soon. You can take it. You wanted it like last time. Damn your arse is good."

"Oooo. Cum soon. I'm gonna pass out soon if you don't."

"You want me to stop?"

"God no. I want to feel you cum. Don't stop. But hurry."

I kept up my lightning pace on her arse for a few more minutes. One of her hands had dropped from the wall so she could rub her clit and finger her pussy. Then with the hardest thrust yet, I rammed my cock deep into her arse and exploded, shooting my cum as far into her bowels as possible.

"Oh fuck your arse is good." Is all I could say as I shot my load into her.

"Oh fuck. Oh god. My turn."

Another orgasm arrived for Kassy just as I was cumming inside her. I felt her arse tighten around my cock, which helped to milk me dry. Once I'd finished cumming, I pulled my cock out of Kassy's well fucked arse. She once again slunk to the floor of the shower totally spent.

"Did you like that?"

"Like it? I loved it. But I won't walk straight for days. Wish I knew where you get all your energy."

"Well I'm not tired any more. So I might go downstairs and make a cuppa."

"Well after I get off this floor, I'm going to bed. I need sleep."

I grabbed the soap, washed myself off then got out of the shower, leaving Kassy still on the shower floor. I got dressed and headed downstairs. To my surprise the kitchen light was on. When I walked in Katie was sitting at the kitchen bench. She'd obviously been crying. I walked over to her, pulling her head into my chest. She rested her head against my chest and the crook of my arm, reaching up and holding my forearm with her hand.

"What's wrong honey? Why so sad?"

"I heard you two again. Well I heard mum anyway. I hate knowing you sleep with someone else. I hate it."

"I know my love. I tried to get out of it, saying she should sleep because of her work in the morning. But for some reason after three months she decided we needed to have sex again."

"I know it's hard for you because mum's your wife. But Jai, I just hated hearing another woman being with you like that."

I pulled myself away from Katie, went to the kettle and began preparing two coffees. Katie had turned on her stool to face me as I did.

"On a different note. I was going to tell you in the morning, but I may as well tell you now. Pack your bags honey. We're going on a holiday together."

"Who? When? What?"

"You sound like a confused owl honey." We both laughed. "You have a week off starting after school tomorrow. I've booked us into a resort up the coast from tomorrow until next Sunday. I told your mum it was to give you a break and to relax before your exams."

"What and mum actually took a week off work?"

"Noooooo. You're missing the point. I told your mother I was taking you away for a break. Just you and me honey. Nine days and eight nights, all to ourselves."

Katie jumped off her stool, ran to me and hugged me so tightly. 

"Oh Jai that's awesome. Just the two of us for over a week. It'll be like we're an actual couple. Oh I love you. What should I pack? How much should I pack? Oh wow."

I finished making our coffees and handed Katie's to her.

"Calm down. Firstly it will definitely be like we're a couple. I've booked us in as Mr and Mrs Brennan. So we're getting a suite with a spa, the whole works. Secondly, pack for all occasions. Dinner swimming, sightseeing and lounging."

"You booked us in as husband and wife. Oh wow. So we will be a couple while we're away. Oh you forgot one occasion I will need to dress for Jai."

"Oh did I now and what might that be?"

"Bed time silly. You wouldn't want me to forget all that lingerie I bought would you Mr Brennan?"

"No Mrs Brennan, I would not want that forgotten."

We both stopped and looked at each other, when we referred to ourselves as Mr and Mrs Brennan. Secretly looking at her, I liked how it sounded. We smiled at each other. A look with no words spoken, told the entire mental conversation between us. Katie liked the sound of it too.

"Oh Jai. I just thought. What about ID? You've booked us in as Mr & Mrs Brennan, but I have a different last name. I have the biological's name remember?" Referring to her birth father.

"Already sorted that too my love. The resort might be under the impression we will be on our honeymoon. So of course your ID will still be in your maiden name."

"You've thought of everything. You're so perfect. I love you." Katie hugged me again.

"I love you too honey. Now it's nearly midnight. You better get to bed. You have school and then a big drive tomorrow."

"I wish you were coming to bed with me."

"Well hold that thought until tomorrow and then your wish will come true. Now off you go."

She stuck her tongue out at me, playing the petulant child. She spun on her heels, wiggled her bum at me and headed off to bed. But not before I gave her a light slap on her right butt cheek.

The next day Kassy headed off to work, Katie kissed me leaving for school and I busied myself with work for a few hours. I packed the car with my suitcase and the two Katie left out for me. Girls wear so many clothes. 

Katie got home just before 3:00pm. I told her the car was packed and ready to go. I just needed her to get changed so we could leave.

"Come help me pick something out."

We headed off to her room, where she shed her clothes except for her sexy satin and lace underwear I'd come to like so much. After trying on a few outfits Katie stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips.

"I can't decide what to wear. Maybe you could help me clear my head?"

She started to slowly walk towards me. My cock began to spring to life. I knew how she wanted me to help clear her head.

"Calm down there my love. We have a three hour drive ahead of us. So come on, pick something. Why not just those low cut jeans there and that singlet top? It'll be comfortable for driving in."

"Are you turning me down Jai?" Mocking a pout at me.

"Not turning down, postponing is all. It's hard to postpone, but we'll never get there if we start now."

"Oh all right. I guess I only have to wait another three hours to have you all to myself."

With that Katie was finally dressed. I tossed her the keys as she had finally gotten her licence about a month prior.

"You're going to let me drive?"

"Half way. Then I'll drive the rest of the way. Come on."

I'd never let her drive my S86 GTS before. So she was giddy with excitement to finally be allowed to do so. We'd only been on the road about ten minutes.

"Wow. This is nicer to drive than mum's fourby."

"You don't think I know that already?"

We both chuckled. We had the stereo on listening to some of the latest music. I much prefer that to music from when I grew up. We pulled into a petrol station after two hours to top up and swap seats. After a short break to grab coffee and pay for the fuel, we were on the road again. We arrived at the resort just over an hour later, around 7:00pm.

The valet took my car keys and assured me our bags would be delivered to our room after he had parked our car. We walked into the foyer with Katie's arm looped through mine. She couldn't stop smiling. 

"Welcome Mr and Mrs Brennan. Congratulations on your wedding. We hope you enjoy your honeymoon staying with us. You'll be staying in suite 604. It's one of our spa suites facing the beach. You should find your bungalow secluded and to your liking."

The concierge handed me the swipe key to our room, explained the facilities, informed us our bags should already be in our room and wished us good evening. As I thanked him, I noticed in his face a judging look given our obvious age gap. I nodded and he smiled, too professional and polite to say anything. I didn't care. I was here with the woman I now loved for the next nine days. Just us, blocking out the rest of the world.

As we turned to walk away, Katie kissed me then told me she loved me. It was the first time she had actually kissed me in public. I was overflowing with love for her at that moment. I also felt so relaxed knowing we were far away from anyone or anything that could have spoiled the moment.

As promised we had a private bungalow, with a decent distance between ours and the next. The walls were an off white, pictures of shells, beach and sunsets over the water clad them. The furniture had a plantation theme to it. Thick woven rattan chairs, solid timber coffee table and side boards. Fans looking like woven cane leaves hung from the ceiling. In the bedroom, the king size bed was a four poster with sheer white material tied in each corner and covering the entire top. The whole picture looked like an island fantasy. The decorators had done very well capturing the theme.

On the bed lay two bathrobes neatly displayed and a box of fine assorted chocolates. The camphor wood chest at the end of the bed sported a bottle of champagne on ice, two glasses, a fruit basket and a card from the resort. 

Dear Mr & Mrs Brennan,

We would like to congratulate you on your recent marriage.

As a token of appreciation for spending your honeymoon with us,

please enjoy the complimentary champagne, chocolates & fruit basket.

Kindest Regards,

Management.

"How nice of them to do this." I stated.

"Oh wow Jai. It's like we really are on our honeymoon. This is too perfect. Thank you. I love you so much right now."

"Just right now?" feigning a sad look.

"You know what I mean. Stop it. Now come and kiss me Mr Brennan."

I stepped into her outstretched arms, bent my head and kissed her passionately. It wasn't a sexual kiss in any way. Instead it was the type of kiss two people deeply in love share when they both realise just how much they love the other person. The embrace was firm, but not hard. The kiss was slow and with purpose. Our tongues explored, searched for the others tongue. Our breathing slow, deep with the occasional soft moan, sounding more like a hum as they were muffled by the others mouth. That was probably the most perfect kiss I had ever had in my entire life. Although it felt as if an eternity had passed, our kiss lasted for five minutes. We slowly broke away from each other.

"Oh Jai. That was so intense. You've never kissed me like that before. I think I'll remember that forever. God I love you" 

"I love you too honey. I hope you know just how much? Anyway, what say we crack this champagne?"

"What say we crack it in the spa? We can sit in there together and sip champagne. Bubbles on the outside. Bubbles on the inside." 

"I like your thinking honey. Great idea."

I walked into the spacious bathroom, turned on the water to fill the spa bath. I added a scented bath oil to the water. A mix between spice and citrus, I wasn't quite sure which. The wall near the bath had small lights embedded in it. Four ran down the side wall and two at each end. With the main light turned off, they radiated a soft glow not unlike candles. 'Nice touch.' I thought to myself.

As I re-entered the bedroom Katie was just finishing removing her clothes. I stood leaning on the door frame admiring her voluptuous body. Her curves, her shape, exquisite to me. She turned as she put her bathrobe on, catching me looking at her.

"You right there mister? Staring at girls like that while they get undressed without knowing. How rude." Smiling at me the entire time.

"Not girls honey. Just one. You're too gorgeous not to look at."

"Well 'what's good for the goose', as you say. So now I guess it's my turn to watch you get undressed." 

"Is that right?"

I accepted her challenge, walked to the bed and began to shed my clothes. In mock revenge, Katie leaned, arms folded against one of the posts at the foot of the bed, staring at me the way I stared at her. Once out of my clothes I picked them up, placing them on the dresser near the bed. She stood now admiring my naked body in return.

"There now that wasn't so bad." Looking down at my obvious erection, "Looks like you might have even enjoyed putting on a show for me."

She smiled as I put my robe on. I smiled back and took her hand, leading her to the bathroom. 

"Oh wait Jai. Can't forget the champers now, can we?"

I took the champagne in the ice bucket, she took the glasses. Reaching the bathroom she caught her breath at the site of the spa, the décor and the soft lights creating the atmosphere in the room.

"Oh it's gorgeous Jai. Thank you again. I can't believe you've done all this for me."

"I did it for us. But if I can't spoil you, who else am I gonna spoil?"

We placed the champagne and glasses on the wide hob surrounding the spa, then stood there looking at each other. I reached up with my left hand, sweeping some strands of hair away from her face and cradled her cheek and jaw. Her head tilted to meet my hand, rubbing the side of her face into my hand much like a cat would if you patted the side of its head and neck. 




Lessons for Katie 08a



I looked at her longingly, with such love. My right hand reached out finding the sash on her robe and pulled on one side. The robe gave way, opening at the front. It still mostly covered her ample breasts, but clearly showed me her womanhood below. I pushed both hands over her breasts up to her shoulders, arcing my hands outward as I did so. As my hands rounded over her shoulders her robe fell to the floor, leaving my Katie standing naked in front of me. My hands didn't leave her body. Instead after rounding her shoulders, they traced down the backs of her arms, bringing her hands into mine. I raised her hands, bringing them together and kissed each. Our eyes still hadn't broken each other's gaze.

Katie then all but mirrored my actions on her. She placed both hands on my chest, running them down to the sash of my robe. Her right hand found the sash and pulled on it, until mine too fell open in front of her. I felt her hands slide up my stomach and chest under my robe. Still we hadn't spoken or looked anywhere else but into the others eyes. Her hands then ran over my shoulders causing my robe to also fall to the floor. Still mimicking me, Katie ran her hands down the backs of my arms, stopping at my hands. Squeezing them in hers and bringing them to her mouth to kiss each one.

Katie stepped into me releasing my hands from hers. Her right arm wrapped around my waist, her left under my arm and up my back to hold my shoulder. My right arm mirrored hers around her back, as she was shorter than me, my left around her shoulders. We drew each other into our embrace.

"I don't want this moment to end Jai. I wish we could freeze time and have this moment forever."

"Me neither my love. I don't really know what the perfect moment in time is. But this would have to come pretty damn close."

I kissed the top of her head, slowly breaking my hold on her. She too released me from her. I stepped into the spa, sat down and laid back. I held my hand up for Katie. She took it as she also stepped in, sitting down between my legs, back against my chest. I poured us both a glass of champagne. After doing so I wrapped my free arm around her stomach and hooked my feet over her lower legs. We were perfectly intertwined.

We sat there sipping our champagne, encased in the warm water, steam rising from its surface. Katie traced my arm holding her with her soft, slender fingers. My fingers fanned out and back, stroking her stomach and side without moving my arm. My thumb occasionally made the slightest contact with the underside of her breast.

I released her from my embrace, as she wanted to top off our glasses. When she sat back into my chest again my left hand cradled her bosom, my right drifted into the water, sinking to her thigh. I tensed my fingers and ran them up her thigh with pressure, then glided them softly back down her leg. I continued this subtle seduction, each time my hand would travel further into her inner thigh until my index finger made the hint of a touch on the puffy outer lips of her pussy. An almost silent moan escaped Katie's lips. Once more my fingers ran down her thigh. As they came up, my middle finger slid over her slit causing her lips to part. Her legs parted a little allowing me better access to her. 

I kissed the back of her head. Katie tilted it to one side exposing her neck to me. I kissed that soft spot just behind the earlobe. My lips caught her lobe, pulling on it before releasing. Middle finger still sliding up and down Katie's opening, more pressure applied on her clit as my finger slid upward. She brought her knees up, not much, but enough to open her legs farther still. My left hand continued to caress and knead the firm flesh of her breast. My lips kissed down her neck and along her shoulder. Another soft sigh from Katie as I manipulated her clit and kissed her neck.

Katie no longer worried about her champagne. Instead one hand stroked the arm massaging her breast, while the other held and squeezed my thigh. Her chest rose and fell as she began taking deeper breaths. My fingers worked her pussy and clit. Hinting on sliding inside her from the pressure applied, but never quite. She would occasionally rock her hips to try and push herself onto my fingers, but I wanted to teach her something more sensual than actually sexual.

"I want you inside me Jai." A whispered plea.

"Not yet my love. Just enjoy this as it is. You can get off like this, without doing anything overly sexual honey. I love you Katie."

"I love you too. You're gonna make me cum soon baby." Her arm snaked back, her hand gripping the back of my neck.

"Good honey. Just relax and enjoy it."

"What about you? I can feel how hard you are, but you're not getting any attention."

"Trust me honey, I'm enjoying being like this with you."

With that I stopped talking, instead moving my mouth back to her neck, planting kisses up and down her flesh. She moaned as I massaged her pussy lips. I could feel she was getting close. My massaging of her breast became a little firmer, my finger slid between her labia, pressing on her clit and opening with more pressure. Her breathing became short and shallow. Then as I bit down on the flesh of her neck lightly her legs clamped shut on my hand, (I'd come to love that feeling), her back arched away from me then pushed back hard. I held my hand flat over her mound, feeling the heat radiate from her. Feeling her warm juices escape her in the water onto my hand.

She calmed down after a few minutes, relaxing back into my arms again. We'd been in the bath for around half an hour.

"How do you do that Jai?"

"Do what?" I asked

"Make me cum so often and in so many different ways."

"Just lucky I guess. You make it easy for me to please you honey, because you're so willing and relaxed with me. Maybe that's it."

We both sipped our glasses again.

"Or maybe it's because you're too damn good." She squeezed my arms around her.

"I doubt that honey. I'd say I'm attentive. But I wouldn't say I was the best lover at all."

"Well you're the best lover for me. I never want to be with anyone else."

"That's a big call honey. You might feel differently one day. Who knows? Come on. Let's get out of this bath. It's starting to get a bit cool now."

We got out of the bath, drying each other. My appreciation of Katie's body was still very evident as my erection had not gone away in the slightest. Katie noticed this and smiled at me. Obviously pleased with the reaction she had on me. I pulled my robe on. Before I could tie the sash closing the robe over me, Katie stepped into me, wrapping her hand around my shaft, stood up on her toes, kissed me then whispered into my ear.

"Wait here until I call you."

"What for?"

"SShhh. Just wait here until I call you. That's all you need to know."

A few minutes went by. I could hear Katie bustling about in the bedroom with her suitcase, then nothing. The anticipation of why I was waiting was killing me. A couple of minutes later I heard her voice.

"Ok you can come in now."

"So why all the..........WOW!", was all I could get out.

Standing in the centre of the room, Katie wore a red lace negligée with matching thong. The top hugged her figure, tracing the contours of her breasts which were partially exposed at the side. A split in the centre exposing her cleavage stopped half way between where her breasts stopped and her navel. From there the lace was looser, flowing freely to the top of her panty line, where it ended. The contrast of her pale skin made the red stand out that much more. The lace allowed me to see to see through to her breasts, her curves, her womanhood and yet didn't allow full vision at the same time. She was a picture of seductive, alluring beauty. 

"That's new. My god you're gorgeous."

"Thought you might like it. I bought it last week. Now come here Mr Brennan. I'm lonely over here by myself."

Once I closed the distance between us and had reached her stunning body, Katie undid my robe removing it, leaving me naked again in front of her.

"You won't be needing that anymore my lover."

She stepped into me, her body pressed against mine. My hardness wedged between our two bodies. Her hand reached up taking the back of my neck and pulled me down towards her waiting lips. She kissed me, I kissed back. Her tongue parted my lips seeking mine. Once found they engaged in a lovers dance in our mouths.

Katie's hand had pushed between our bodies and found my rigid shaft. Slowly she stroked me up and down. Her hand so soft and yet her grip was firm. The feel of the soft lace of her lingerie was adding to the erotic feelings against my skin. I didn't think I could hold out to long. I'd been hard and aroused for too long. Katie broke the kiss, pulling away ever so slowly from me.

"I'm hungry." With that she reached into the ice bucket for the champagne, scooped out a couple of ice cubes, popping them in her mouth. What happened next I definitely did not expect. Katie dropped to her knees in front of me, took my cock in her hand and guided it into her mouth. The sensation of her hot mouth and the ice cubes in it around my cock was nothing short of mind blowing. Her mouth bobbed on me. Her tongue snaking around my length, swirling the ice cubes around my rigid length at the same time. 

I couldn't handle it any more. My cock swelled in her mouth and sperm exploded out of me like a canon into her hungry mouth and down her silky throat. Shot after shot went into her. Yet not a drop escaped her, swallowing the lot, along with the last remaining fragments of the ice cubes. Katie stood up looked me in the eye, kissed me allowing me to taste myself on her tongue. 

"Where'd you learn that honey? That was incredible." 

"Nowhere. The thought just kinda jumped in my head when I was kissing you. You complaining?"

"Nooooo. Not at all. I've never felt anything like that before. Nice thought. I think it's only fair I return the favour though."

"Do you mean you're going to ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, I pushed her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress. She squealed in excitement as I did. I knelt between her legs, dangling over the edge of the bed. Her flimsy lace thong was slid down her shapely legs and discarded. I could smell her arousal. Retrieving an ice cube from the bucket I then spread her legs wide, exposing her sex to me. I ran the ice cube across her incredibly flat stomach. She flinched and giggled at its first touch on her skin. Goosebumps instantly visible on her flesh. The melted ice made a small pool over her belly button. 

Another cube, this time tracing the outline of her vagina and over her swollen labia. This elicited a soft moan from Katie. I spread her lips wide with the fingers of one hand. So soft, so pink, so silky and so wet. I grabbed a third ice cube from the bucket and ran it straight over the exposed pink flesh up to her clit, rubbing over it once I got there. Her eighteen year old body arched itself as her orgasm came on without warning.

"Oh god Jai. That's amazing. Ooooo uuunnnnngggghhh."

Before she could come down from her first high, I grabbed another ice cube and pushed it deep inside her pussy, moving it around with my fingers. My mouth clamped down on her mound, causing another sensation going from immense cold on her clit, to the heat of my tongue. A second orgasm crashed into her instantly. My head was once again caught between her thighs as they jammed shut around me. A deep animalistic grunt escaped her.

"Oh fuck. Don't stop, don't st... oh god, fuck uuuunnnngggh."

I savoured Katie's taste as she came. Her nectar so sweet. My pace slowed, allowing her to come down from her back to back orgasms. Her heart was pounding, chest heaving. 

"Make love to me Jai. I need you now."

I worked my way up her body, kissing her soft skin the whole time until my mouth reached hers and my aching cock was teasingly against her slit. Katie wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs tightly around my waist, causing my engorged head to push past her opening. I crawled onto the bed with her attached to my body like a baby monkey clings to its mother. Without warning I relaxed my arms and legs, dropping her onto the mattress and plunging me deep inside her with one quick motion. Katie groaned loudly as I bottomed out instantly.

Slowly I began making love to my step-daughter. Pulling almost all the way out, before changing direction and gently gliding back into her. Katie's breathing almost became rhythmical. As I pulled back, she would breathe in deeply. Then as I pushed back into her, she would exhale slowly and from her throat. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever listened to. It was almost like soft music hearing her like that.

We maintained that pace, never speeding up. Possibly fifteen to twenty minutes went by, dancing our illicit, slow, erotic dance with each other. Katie had released her grasp on me with her arms, however her legs remained wrapped around me. 

"I'm going to cum honey."

Katie then held my face between her hands, forcing us to look into each other's eyes. She looked so relaxed and satisfied. Her expression one of pure love and fulfillment. Her hair messy and splayed out on the bed behind her.

"Look at me when you cum babe. I want to watch as you do and I want you to watch me too."

That was enough to tip me. As soon as the first blast erupted from me, Katie's orgasm hit her too. Her legs tightened more around me. Her back arched. Her face changed to a look of ecstasy, her mouth forming a wide O, taking short gaspy breaths. Her eyes half closed, but never looking away from me. I held myself deep inside her without moving, flooding Katie's womb with my seed.

"Oh Jai. That was the most intense feeling. I love you so much. It's never been like that before."

"I know honey. I felt it too. I wish we could freeze time right now."

I rolled off Katie and moved up to the pillows, laying on my side. Katie followed and spooned herself into me. Incredibly my cock had not softened at all. Katie felt this as she backed into me. She reached down lifting her leg slightly, grabbing my shaft. She then angled me in line with her pussy and pushed herself back onto me. Katie reached back taking my arm, draping it across her body and holding onto my arm with her hand.

"Fall asleep with me like this Jai. I can't think of a more perfect way to finish tonight."

With that Katie drifted off into a peaceful slumber, whispering 'I love you' and within a few minutes her breathing changed. I knew then she was asleep.

I kissed the back of her head, squeezed her body with my arm and I too drifted into a blissful sleep. With me inside her and our bodies entwined, we were one person at that moment.

To be continued.......



Lessons for Katie 08b



This is Part 8b in Lessons for Katie. My step daughter Katie and I were able to get nine days away together, under the ruse of a study break with her mother. I had booked us in to the resort as husband and wife. Our first night concluded at the end of part 8a.I recommend reading the entire series to see how our relationship evolved to this point.




I awoke on the morning of the second day at the resort, still spooning Katie. I could smell her hair, as my face was buried into the back of her neck. My arm draped over her side holding her breast, her hand holding my arm to her. My cock with its morning wood was still snugly inside Katie. I couldn't believe we hadn't moved all night, instead staying in each other's embrace.

Once I realised how we were, my morning wood became a full blown erection inside her. I gently pushed into her sleeping body, holding myself deeply inside her for about a minute. I then relaxed my hips, allowing my cock to ease back out of her slightly before pushing back in again. This time Katie stirred, gripping my arm tightly with her hand and pushing her perfect arse back against my groin.

"Mmmmm. Good morning Mr Brennan. Is this how you're going to wake your pretend bride every morning?"

"Wouldn't that be nice? Good morning yourself Mrs Brennan. Did we sleep well?" I continued my slow lovemaking to Katie.

"I had the best sleep. I woke up sometime through the night and felt you still inside me. So I went back to sleep feeling very full and very happy. Mmmm that feels so nice. Going this slow is soooo sexy babe."

Silence filled the room again, except for the soft almost imperceptible moans and sighs coming from Katie as I pushed into her again and again from behind, still in our spooning position. This went on for around ten minutes before my breathing increased and became shorter. Katie knew I was close. So she reached behind her to hold my hip and pushed herself hard against me. I made one final push as deep as I could go, holding myself there and emptied my cum into her womb.

"God I love you Katie." I whispered as I held her tight against my body in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"I love you too Jai." Changing mood almost instantly, Katie giggled and then said, "Hey maybe I should call you my alarm cock."

We both laughed. In doing so I fell out of Katie and her laughter pushed my cum out of her and onto her thigh, then ran down to the sheet.

We laid in bed for a short while, before getting up, showering and heading to the restaurant for a buffet breakfast. I don't remember what I had for breakfast that day. But since most days there I ate muesli with natural yoghurt and then some fruit, it's a good bet it was probably that. I think Katie had bacon, eggs and sausages every day we were there. After breakfast we went back to our room, changed and headed to the pool for a swim and a relax. 

'Damn she fills out a bikini nicely.' I thought to myself. I wanted to take her right then, but decided there was plenty of time for that over the coming days. 

That second day we decided to head into the town. We drove the short distance after breakfast and soon found ourselves parked outside a gallery belonging to a local artist. Most of his pictures were drawings of the surrounding area. Coastline, hinterland, even a few of the town itself. There were also some life drawings of who I assumed were locals. The way he captured the features of people and their expressions was far beyond what I believed possible with pencils and I think charcoal. He really was very talented.

Katie and I ended up speaking with him and I bought a couple of the drawings of the coastline and town, to remember our trip away together. We found out his name was Celec. He was from one of those Baltic countries, I forget which one now. After a quarter of an hour chatting with him and learning he moved to Australia 20 years ago and has always been an artist, I got bored with the conversation. Katie however was very interested when the conversation turned to how he does his drawings and how he picks a place etcetera to draw. She was studying art in her final year of high school and so found this far more interesting than I did, thinking perhaps his knowledge could help her for her final assessment task. She asked if I would mind her staying to speak with him for a while and would catch up with me later, since I obviously seemed keen to leave. I told her I would wander around, maybe go sit at the beach and would see her in a couple of hours.

With that I left to take our new purchases back to the car. Katie was already absorbed back into conversation with Celec. I bought a latte at a nearby café and headed to the park next to the beach. I had also purchased a new book by my favourite author at the newsagent on the way and decided it would be a good way to pass the time waiting for Katie.

Nearly three and a half hours passed before I knew it. I had read probably a quarter of my new book already, sitting on the park bench, when Katie came striding up behind me. She leant down wrapping her arm around my neck, holding another coffee in front of me.

"Hey there handsome. Thought you might be thirsty. Sorry I was so long. I don't know where the time went. Celec is such an interesting guy. Did you know he fought in the Bosnian war back in the 90's, when he was only my age. Wow how scary."

Katie continued to ramble on about Celec's life story and his art after she had sat down next to me. I was trying to be interested. But I just couldn't take my eyes of the beauty sitting next to me, that was my step-daughter. Everything else, including the stories she was telling me seemed to fade away and there was only her.

"Hello. Earth to Jai. Are you here?"

"Sorry honey. I was just lost somewhere looking at you. You have no idea how beautiful you are." Katie smiled then hugged herself into my arm and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Awww thanks. You're not too bad lookin' yourself. Come on it's like 4:30. We should head back."

"What you got there honey?" I nodded toward another picture wrapped up, sitting next to her against the park bench.

"Oh that. I found another picture I liked, so I bought it. I'll show you later. It's different to the ones you bought. Come on."

We walked back to the car hand in hand, put the newest picture in the back and headed back to the resort. Half an hour later, we were back in our room.

Once back in our room, we changed for dinner. Only changing took longer than anticipated. We had both shed most of our clothes and were down to only our underwear. Katie had removed her bra as well, due to the dress she was going to wear to the resort restaurant. I admired her shapely figure and closed the space between our bodies. Stepping to her from behind, my left arm wrapped around her cradling her breast, the other around her stomach, pulling her against my body. She instantly melded herself to me. Her head leaned back into my shoulder, her right hand covering my left arm and her left over my right hand.

"Mmmmm. I love the feel of your body against me Jai."

I squeezed her breast and ran my other hand over her belly. She sighed softly and I kissed her head. My right hand drifted down past the top of her panties, slowly making my way down to her pussy. My fingers found their prize, cupping her mound, I squeezed with my whole hand. She was already slightly wet.

"We'll be late for dinner if you keep that up babe."

"Ssshhhh. This won't take too long honey."

My middle finger pushed flatly against her slit and her lips easily gave way, allowing me to feel the silkiness of her. I rubbed up and down over her entrance, applying just the right amount of pressure to just dip inside on the upstroke as well as allowing her clit to feel the same pressure at the same time. I continued massaging her breast at the same time. Katie pushed harder against me, feeling my hard on against her arse crack. She moaned with each slide of my finger. Katie then tried to pull away slightly, attempting to get her hand between us to hold my cock. I pulled her back to me.

"Let me touch you. I want to feel you too. God this feels good."

"Just enjoy it. You can touch me later."

Her hand ended up stoking the arm of the hand I was rubbing her with. Because she couldn't touch me, Katie ended up grinding her butt against my groin whilst I slowly rubbed her clit and pussy. This continued for around five minutes. Suddenly I felt her shudder. Her legs started to buckle and she did her tell-tale clamping of the around my hand. Once I felt this reaction start, I curled my finger to the second knuckle into her slick pussy and held it there. A couple of minutes passed and Katie had finally ceased her orgasm, letting go of my hand. I removed my hand from her panties and with a final squeeze, my other from her breast. She turned to face me, kissed my chest, then my shoulder and finally holding my face between her hands, my lips. She breathed in deeply doing this.

"Oh Jai that felt so nice. But you didn't get any enjoyment."

"Honey I got lots of enjoyment doing that for you. You don't have to get me off every time I do something to you. Sometimes it's just nice to receive without giving. Or give without receiving. I think it can make you feel more loved by that sometimes."

Katie changed her underwear, as the ones she was wearing were now saturated with her juices. We both got dressed and headed out to the resort restaurant. I ordered her a chicken dish with a creamy mushroom sauce. It had some fancy French name attached to it, of which now I cannot remember. I had a thick steak. We didn't talk too much over dinner. Instead we kept stealing glances of each other, or simply just smiling at each other whilst we ate. Once our dinner plates had been cleared, we took our wine out to the terrace area of the bar, overlooking the beach.

Katie started the conversation. "What are we going to do about mum when we get back home Jai?" 

"Do?" I said puzzled. "I'm not sure what you mean honey."

"Well we've only been here two days, pretending to be husband and wife, which I love by the way. But I'm not sure if I can go back to playing the step-daughter card when we get back."

I could see Katie was truly concerned about this, by the look on her face. She even had worry lines on her forehead. I had been worried about the same thing. However I was pushing the subject to the back of my mind, trying to just enjoy this time with my Katie.

"I've been thinking about this too on and off honey. You're right. Going back to playing dad and daughter when we get home will be hard. I'm not sure what else we can do at this point. If things are getting too complicated for you Katie, we could always call this off, head home and try and put this behind us."

Katie's eyes instantly turned red at that statement and a tear fell from her eye down her cheek, leaving a salty trail as it went.

"Is that what you want Jai? I mean is this just a fling for you that you want to put behind you?" The tears came more frequently now. I had made her visibly upset and I hated myself for it.

"No honey, stop crying. I don't want this to end either. When I told you I was falling in love with you, I meant it. You are far from a fling Katie. I just don't want to hurt you, or make you unhappy. Dammit I never meant to make you cry honey."

Katie patted the tears from her face with a napkin. "Then what do we do?"

"I don't know yet my love. You brought this up, so did you have any ideas?"

"I have been thinking about it yes. I could always move out after my final exams and get a place of my own. I wouldn't have to see you and mum together. Or hear you two sometimes for that matter." Katie rolled her eyes as she said that.

"Well I don't think hearing your mother and I together is going to happen too often really. It's not like she likes me coming anywhere near her most of the time. Also I don't want you to feel like you have to leave home. Apart from not seeing your mother and I together, what purpose would that serve anyway?"

Katie chuckled. "You know for a smart guy, you're really stupid sometimes." I tilted my head in confusion at that statement. "I mean if I had my own place, you could come over all the time. We could be together whenever we could. Plus on those times when mum's away on one of her business trips, you could stay over in OUR bed. Not mine, not yours and mums, but ours."

"You've put some thought into this haven't you? One problem though. Affordability for you. You don't work full time. You might end up going to university, which means you still couldn't work full time."

"I know. I thought of that too. But I did also think that since would be our place, you might pitch in some."

"Well that's possible too I suppose and would only be fair. I could just buy another place and tell your mother I'm adding it to my investment property portfolio, but you'll stay there on the cheap for a while. But again that's a big step also. Hmmmm."

"That's true. I was thinking of something else." Katie didn't continue. Instead it looked like she was searching for something inside herself. Or perhaps she was trying to read me before she spoke.

"What is it honey? I'm open to suggestions right now. Anything at all."

"Open to anything?" Still she was staring at me as she asked.

"Sure. I'm at a loss. So if you have been thinking of something else, let's hear it." I smiled at her and took a sip of my wine.

"Okay. Um would you ..... oh never mind." Katie shuffled back in her seat grabbed her wine glass, took a sip and then just stared at it, keeping her eyes down.

"Oh come on Katie. You can ask me anything. You know that, you always have. Come on what's your idea? I want to hear it."

Katie took her glass and quickly downed the rest of the contents in one swift motion. She put the glass back in her lap holding it with two hands. Fidgeted for a few seconds, then placed the glass back on the table next to her and poured another glass.

"Okay. So um. Would you um. God out with it Katie." She looked up at the sky as she berated herself. Then she looked back towards me. "Would you ever leave mum? I mean you know, for me?"

I was stunned by her question, although I probably shouldn't have been. Given the situation, it was a perfectly reasonable query. I sat up very straight. I was mulling her question over in my head.

"Oh never mind. It was a stupid question. Forget I asked." Katie took my initial silence as a negative reaction.

"Slow down honey. You question just came from left field. I wasn't expecting that. It's not a stupid question at all. In fact I think it's a pretty fair one." She returned her gaze to me. "Would I leave your mum for you? I don't know. I hadn't really thought of that until right now. I wouldn't like to give a definite answer right now, because well that wouldn't be fair to anyone concerned. I need to think about it."

"That's not your way of brushing me off and letting me down gently is it Jai? I mean, I want you to be really honest with me. I know it's a huge question. Really I do. But given the way I feel about you and you say you feel about me then I think it needed to be asked."

I took the glass out of Katie's hand, placed it on the table and took both of her hands in mine.

"Katie. I love you. You know that. I'm not brushing you off. I'm not letting you down gently. You said you want me to be completely honest with you, well you're right. I should be and you deserve that. But in order for me to be completely honest with you and give you a proper answer, I need to think about your question and I mean seriously think."

Katie gripped my hands tightly then said, "You're right. It's a bombshell of a question I know. But seeing it the way I do, this is my reasoning behind asking. I'm in love with you, that's a given. I don't want to be with anyone else. I can't imagine myself with anyone else, or imagine my life without you in it. You say you're in love with me and want to be with me too. You told me recently that when you slept with mum, you felt like you were cheating on me when you did it."

"You've really been thinking about this haven't you?"

"Yes and don't interrupt. I haven't finished." She smiled and I chuckled a little.

"Yes ma'am. Please continue."

"You and mum aren't really that close anymore. I mean you basically live two separate lives, just under the same roof. More often than not, she doesn't want you to touch her. God knows why. I mean the way you make me feel is amazing and when we make love it's nothing short of mind blowing. But I'm getting off track. Well not really. I mean we have the most amazing sex. The things you make my body feel and the things I know you feel when we're together is just wow. I can't even find the right word to describe that, so just wow."

"We are good together, aren't we?"

"Yes and shush. We do more together as a couple than you and mum. I mean when was the last time you and her went out to dinner? Or even out to a café for a coffee together? When was the last time you two went away, even for a weekend together? I can't even remember personally." There was a pause in the conversation for a few seconds. "That one you can answer babe." Katie laughed.

"Oh I thought I was shushing sorry." I said with a smile. "You're right. I can't remember the last time your mother and I did any of those things. When you put it like that, it's kind of sad really. I just never really thought of it. I just carried on day to day, working, going to the gym and hanging out with you. Hmmm."

"Then there's interests. We share similar interests. Outdoorsy stuff, going to the gym as you mentioned, art, going out to cafés and restaurants, similar interests in movies and music. You and mum don't share any of that in common. She prefers to work and sleep. She hates the music we listen too, doesn't like the same movies we like. Ha and don't even mention the gym to mum."

"Again you're right and again I've never really thought of it. But don't turn this into a mum sledging session honey. I can't believe I never noticed how separate and different our lives really were now."

"I'm not sledging mum okay. I'm just pointing out the differences between your interests and relationship with her and with me. That's all. I still love mum, she's my mum. But she has you, even though it seems she doesn't really want you, whereas I do want you and don't completely have you. I think you two are just comfortable in your life together and neither had thought of changing it in any way. That is until now of course."

"These are all valid points honey and I can see you've actually thought this through maturely. But a couple of things spring to mind as obstacles as well. May I?"

"Please Jai, that's why we're doing this isn't it? To figure out what to do with this situation."

"Okay then. Firstly there's your friends. What would they say? Then there's your mother's and my friends. What would they all say? Not to mention family. Jeez that'd be a fun conversation with your grandmother. 'Hey there Rose, I'm leaving your daughter. But it's okay you'll still get to see me at Christmas dinner because I'm with Katie now.' Yeah that'd be interesting to say the least. Plus what about kids? You might want children one day and because of my vasectomy I can't give that to you." 

"I've thought about all that as well. Okay now my friends will probably just be jealous. Don't look at me like that. I don't know how many times one of my friends asked me if I reckoned you'd sleep with them. It got a bit annoying really. Your friends, well you don't have a lot of friends. Some you would lose, some you would not, same with me. But that's always the case with any break up anyway isn't it? Family will be interesting like you said. Maybe we wouldn't go to grandma's for Christmas straight away." We both laughed at that. "We'd just have to deal with the family as best we can. It's not like we see any of them much anyway. Children, yep thought of that one also. Here's how I see it. We have a few options here. One we could adopt. Two we could be foster parents. Three if you wanted an actual child, we could try getting your vasectomy reversed. All three are valid options, should we ever want kids. I'm thinking maybe, but I'm also thinking being a parent may hold us back from the things we want to do in life together. So who really knows the answer to that one yet?"




Lessons for Katie 08b



Katie had finished. She sat staring at me, trying to gauge my thoughts. At least that's how it seemed to me. I released her hands, sat back in my chair and thought about everything Katie had just said t me. I decided I needed to have one of my cigars, as a cigar always helped me think better. Kassy hated me smoking a cigar. Katie on the other hand didn't mind it. It said it made me look more refined or sexier, she couldn't decide. Five minutes or so had gone by and I finally looked straight at Katie and spoke.

"All of your points are valid. I can see that. I can also see you've actually counteracted all of my arguments before I knew what most of them would be." 

Katie leaned forward taking the cigar from my hand, took a big puff of it and handed it back, blowing the smoke in a puffy cloud towards me. "Hmm not bad. Don't worry, before you ask, no I don't smoke. I just wanted to try your cigar. I've smelt it on you and tasted it on you when we kiss. But just wanted to see what it actually tasted like. Anyway, you were saying."

I shifted in my chair, as for reasons unknown watching Katie take a puff of my cigar was a turn on for me. I suddenly found myself semi hard in the middle of this very in depth conversation. Katie noticed the stir in my trousers and smiled.

"You right there Jai? Your mind wandering is it?" 

"Stop it honey. I'm trying to stay serious here jeez. I just liked watching you puff on my cigar is all." No pun intended. "Anyway as I was saying, you've counteracted all of my arguments. You put forward a solid proposal, with no real flaws that I can see, except for the emotional fallout if we were to do this. There is still your mothers feelings to consider here also. How best to tell her is the question. Do I tell her I'm leaving her, not mention us initially and have us slowly become obvious to her afterwards in time? Or do I tell her straight up about us as well? That's going to be the hard part."

Katie looked at me square in the eyes. I wasn't sure if she was hopeful of still confused about what to do. "So you're talking like you're actually going to do it."

"Let's just say I'm talking like I've heard all of you points and am currently weighing things up in my head. I'm not saying yes. But I'm not saying no either. I am however seriously considering everything we've spoken about here. Is that fair and honest enough for you at the moment honey?"

"I suppose that's fair. I mean it'll kill me inside until I know one way or the other. But you're right I guess. It's not something you can just decide straight away huh?" 

She looked a little deflated, but still happy. Katie reached across and again took my cigar from me. Just like before she brought it to her lips, took a puff and handed it back to me whilst sending the cloud of smoke towards me as she exhaled. 'Damn she looked sexy doing that.' I thought to myself.

"Well come on mister. Let's head back to our room. I think I'm almost ready for bed." With that she held out her hand for me. I took it as she stood. I stood as well and pulled her to me, wrapping her in an embrace. Katie surrendered to the sensual kiss easily, before pulling her lips from mine and resting her head against my chest, hugging me tighter. "I really do love you Jai. You know that don't you?"

"Of course I do honey and I love you too. I promise I won't drag this out. I will have an answer for you before we leave here. How's that?"

"That's fair. At least I know I won't have to wait too long." She squeezed me again, then broke our hug. "Come on babe, let's go." We slowly strolled back to our room hand in hand. Nothing more was said on the walk. Nothing more needed to be said at that point. 

When we arrived back in our bungalow, we undressed for a shower. Again Katie took my hand, leading me to the vast open shower cubicle in the bathroom. The water was a perfect warmth, not too hot. Katie began lathering my body. I stood still enjoying the feeling of hands tracing every inch of my body. My appreciation was obvious by my very erect cock, pointing straight up. Katie glanced down at my member, then up into my eyes and smiled. Her soapy hands enveloped my shaft and she began thoroughly cleaning me there. I groaned, tilting my head back slightly before looking back down at her. I reached out for her ample breasts, rising and falling in front of me as she breathed.

"Uh Uh. Sometimes it's just nice to receive without giving. Or give without receiving. Remember? Just stand there and let my touch you babe. Just enjoy it."

"Using my own words against me huh? I'm not sure I like that." I chuckled. Katie squeezed my cock hard. It felt good.

"What can I say? You must be a good teacher for me to remember your lesson word for word. Mmmm, you like this?" She went on stroking me up and down.

"Or perhaps you're a great student and yes that feels amazing. I just want to touch you though." 

Katie smiled at me and just shook her head, telling me no with her action. She stepped in closer to me so the head of my engorged cock was rubbing against her taught stomach. With the soap on both of our bodies, the head easily slid up and down her abs as she stroked me, adding to the sensations I was already feeling. This only served to bring me to the brink within another couple of minutes.

"I'm close honey." Was all I could say. My breathing became more ragged.

"Good babe, good. Cum on me Jai. I love watching you cum on my body. It's soooo sexy." Her stoking never increased in speed. Instead the pressure applied by her hand intensified instead. That was it. I exploded, my cock spewing forth between our bodies. Katie angled my cock head towards her stomach more causing my cum to shoot up her abs and onto her breasts. The whole time she looked down watching it happen and smiling. Her hand never stopped pumping me, until my orgasm had completely subsided. She proceeded to use my cock head to rub my cum into her belly, tracing lines on her belly. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed. 

Katie washed my body free of my cum, then hers. After a long cuddle under the water, letting the shower just wash over our bodies, our shower was finished. Katie stepped out first, dried off and left the bathroom. I followed shortly after to find her already in bed, laying on her side with her back to me, completely naked, the sheet only covering up to her knees. What an impressive site before me. 

I dropped my towel over the back of the chair and climbed onto the bed spooning her, my right arm holding her to me. I kneaded her breast and pushed my groin against her arse cheeks. Katie reached behind grabbing my still erect penis and aimed it at her opening. She was already wet, allowing her to easily push herself back onto me, my cock disappearing inside her. I pushed my hips forward as she pushed back. As I bottomed out inside her pussy Katie held my hip, stopping me from pulling back.

"Can we not tonight babe? I just want to feel you filling me inside while I fall asleep."

"Sure honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I just love how you feel inside me and that completely full feeling I get when we're like this. I still want you inside me. I love waking up through the night and feeling you still there. I just don't want to actually make love is all. Is that okay Jai?"

"Of course my love. I love going to sleep inside you anyway." She squeezed my arm and kissed it. We said our goodnights and slowly drifted off. Occasionally she would squeeze the muscles in her pussy around my cock. I'm not sure if she was doing it on purpose, or if her body was just reacting to me being inside her. This would however cause my cock to twitch inside her. Both were very enjoyable feelings.

I woke the morning of our third day at the resort in the exact same spooning position I'd fallen asleep in. Apparently Katie hadn't moved either, because it seemed she had decided to return the favour from me yesterday morning and I was awoken to the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. I couldn't believe I woke up fully hard. Her hips were slowly pumping back and forth. I let her know I was awake by pushing forward into her as she pushed back, causing my cock to bury itself deep inside her.

"Good morning Katie my love. This is a nice way to wake up isn't it?"

"Good morning yourself. I woke up wet and you were still hard inside me, so it was a no brainer. I hope the reason you were so hard in your sleep is you were dreaming of me?"

"Couldn't say really. I don't know if I even dream, let alone remember them. Mmmmm." 



We were now pushing back and forth against each other at a nice rhythmical pace. We made love, never changing position or pace for around ten more minutes. I could no longer hold back and shot my load deep into her belly as I pushed hard against her, feeling her cervix with the tip of my dick as I did. Katie clamped her pussy around my cock, milking the last drops of cum from me, just as my orgasm ceased. I could feel her walls spasm over again as her first orgasm of the day washed over her.

Katie and I laid there for probably ten more minutes not moving, just enjoying the afterglow of our morning love making session. By that time my dick had finally softened and gently fallen out of her, ushering a sigh of disappointment to escape her lips.

After showering together, we headed off to the resort restaurant to eat breakfast. Because it was such a beautiful morning, we decided to take a walk along the beach on our way back to our room. I don't know why, but I stopped and drew a big love heart in the sand with an arrow through it. Cheesy I know, but I did it anyway.

"It's missing something." Katie exclaimed. She took the stick from my hand and wrote her and my initials inside the heart. "There! That's better. Don't you think?" Her arms outstretched beside her, palms up, as if to say 'ta-da'.

"Perfect my love. Just like you."

"Well I'm not perfect, but I'll take it anyway." She smiled, took my arm and cuddled into it as we started walking again.

"Well you're perfect for me honey." I kissed the top of her head as we walked. "So what shall we do today my dear?" I enquired in the worst English accent ever attempted.

"As boring as it sounds, I really should do what we told mum I was coming here for and study. Ewww."

"Sounds riveting." I mocked.

"Totally! I can't think of a more exiting way to spend a holiday with my man. But I do have exams coming up and I don't want to go into them unprepared. So you might have to amuse yourself for the day babe." 

Once back in our room I changed to head out for the day whilst Katie busied herself firing up her laptop and pulling out some books. We chatted idly about her subjects and what she felt she needed to brush up on. Finally dressed I walked to Katie, pulling her up from her chair and kissed her hard. The kiss lasted maybe thirty seconds before Katie pulled away.

"Stop that or I'll get too distracted and then I won't get any study done at all. Now get outta here and go do something." She gently slapped my chest as she finished her sentence.

"Alright, alright. I'm going. You can't blame me for trying. What can I say, you're just too tempting."

"Go on." She gave me a peck on the lips, spun me around and pushed me towards the sliding glass door.

"Okay, okay. Jeez so pushy this morning. Have fun honey. I'll see you in a few hours. I love you."

"I love you too Jai. Now go." With that I was out the door and she had shut it behind me. I turned back to look at her. She poked her tongue out at me and waved her hand in a shooing motion. I couldn't help but laugh. Katie turned and headed back to the table in our room as I headed to the carpark to get my car.

My longest and best friend only lived an hour further North from where we were staying, so I decided to visit him for the day. Plus I needed someone to use as a soundboard in relation to my current situation. I knew Damon would keep my confidence and give me an honest opinion, not just what I wanted to hear.

The drive up the coast was pleasant as it was a sunny day, but not too hot at all. I called Damon on the way, letting him know I would be there within the hour and had something important I needed to speak with him about. By 11:30 I was pulling into his driveway on the hills overlooking the coast. I guess you could call the area he lived in a hinterland. 

Damon met me at his front door with his wife Anna. She looked like she was on her way out. I hugged her as we greeted each other, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Anna was a slender size eight, brunette hair half way down her back, a nice golden tan and I'd say a full C cup breasts. She could always turn heads from men passing by. She wore a loose flowing summer dress, with a subtle floral print.

"Anna. Looking gorgeous as ever. I still don't know what you see in this guy." Motioning my head towards Damon.

"Well you were already taken, so I had to settle for second best didn't I? But he's housetrained, so I think I'll keep him." Anna, Damon, Kassy and I had always flirted with each other like this. No intent was ever there, it's just the way we were.

"You heading out?"

"Yeah. Damon said you had something you wanted to talk with him about. So I thought I'd head into town for a while and leave you two to it." Turning towards Damon, "Don't miss me too much my lover." With that she blew him a kiss, hugged me once more and left.

"Well come on mate. Anna's already made lunch for us. Come eat, have a beer and tell me what's so important you had to drive nearly six hours to come see me."

"Only an hour actually. Katie and I are at a resort back down the coast a bit for a bit over a week."

Damon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What no Kassy?"

"Nah she's always working and never takes time off. You know that."

"How is the battle axe anyway? We never hear from her or see her anymore."

"Same as usual. Work, work, work. No time for me, or Katie much for that matter. But she likes her work, so yeah."

"Hence the holiday with Katie only huh?"

"That's what I wanted to come and see you about. It's a bit more complicated than that now."

"Complicated how?" We were now eating the salad and deli meats Anna had put out for us. I sat back in my chair and took a big swig of my beer. "Well come on mate, out with it."

"Hmmm. I suppose it's easier just to come right out and say it." I shifted in my seat and took another mouthful of beer. "Katie and I are..um..." I paused again.

"Are what Jai? Come on mate, this is me. You can tell me anything, you know that."

"Katie and I are sleeping together." I blurted. Damon's eyes went like dinner plates. He sat forward resting his arms on the table and twirled his beer in his hands.

"Come again? You're what? She's your daughter man. What the fuck?"

"Calm down. Firstly remember she's not my real daughter, so no foul there. Secondly it's been going on for about four or five months now. I think it might be easier to start from the beginning. Might need another beer I think."

"I think we might need a few mate. Hang on." Damon disappeared to grab some more beers and returned a couple of minutes later. "Okay so out with it. How did you get yourself into this mess?"

I went back to the very beginning. Explaining about the sexier underwear, the extra attention I started paying her, that first night I saw her masturbating, when I thought she didn't see me. I told him how perverted I felt initially, especially running back to bed that night, waking Kassy up and fucking her like a madman whilst thinking of my stepdaughter. I then got to the first time Katie and I were together, when I took her for a driving lesson and she asked me to take her virginity.

"So she was a virgin? I always thought with the way she looks and how popular she is, she would've been at it for a while. Are you sure this isn't just some infatuation thing between you two? I mean from your side I can understand how a forty two year old guy would be totally into an eighteen year old hottie throwing herself at him and I can see how she would be attracted to you I guess. I mean you're not her dad really, you keep in shape and you've always been there for her."

"I thought that too. But these feelings are real mate, on both sides. I mean would I feel like I was cheating on Katie on the two occasions I slept with Kassy if it was just an infatuation or a fling?"

"I guess not. I dunno mate. Anyway go on." More beers were brought out and we had moved to his back deck overlooking the pool.

I went on to explain the stolen chances together, going out for dinner, to cafés, movies as a couple. All the things that Kassy won't do, because she's too busy or isn't interested. I told him about the time Kassy came home early from her business trip and nearly caught me in bed with Katie and how once she left the room, we finished what we started. I then went on to explain my decision to take Katie away on a holiday, telling Kassy it was a reward for her hard work at school and a chance to study in a relaxed environment. Plus how I knew Kassy wouldn't come along anyway. I told Damon how I booked us in under the ruse of husband and wife on our honeymoon at the resort and the incredible sex (minus all the details).

"...and then over dinner she asks me if I'd ever consider leaving her mother for her."

"She actually asked you that? Damn. What did you say?"

"We spoke about it for well over an hour. She gave me all the reasons we should be together. Katie pointed out the flaws and faults in my relationship, (or lack thereof), with Kassy. She pointed out our similar interests and how Kassy and I share very little in common nowadays. She'd even thought of the reaction of our family and friends, plus options for kids, if we ever decided we wanted any."

"Sounds like she's put a lot of thought into it mate. So what was your reaction to all that?" I could see Damon was still quite bewildered by the whole story, but was keeping an open mind and was trying to help me.

"She has Damon. Katie's been so mature about this. But she knows what she wants and it's me. I've given her all the 'What about the age gap and guys your own age' questions and she doesn't think the age gap is that big. She's fine with it. She's not interested in guys her own age, or any other guy for that matter."

"So where does that leave you?" Another beer.

"Well I told her I had to seriously think about everything before giving her an answer and I meant that. I said I'd let her know before we went back home what I decided. That gives me six more days to decide. That's why I wanted to talk to you. You're my best mate and will always tell me what's what, without sugar coating it. Sooo?"

"Jai I can't make this decision for you mate. I mean it's a lot of potential fallout and a major shit storm if you do this. I guess the question is how do you feel about Katie and Kassy? I mean if you're here talking to me about it, you must be considering it huh?"

"I'm in love with Katie mate. I tried not to admit it for a while, but I am. Kassy and I just go about our separate lives as if that's the way it's meant to be. Yes I'm considering it, seriously considering it. I just don't know what to do."

"Well if you ask me mate and you sort of have, it sounds to me like you know what you want to do, but are scared to actually do it. I mean you've sat here for the few hours telling me how great you and Katie are together and how great your relationship is. You've also been telling me you and Kassy don't really have a relationship anymore. So to me it sounds like you've made your mind up, but want me to tell you it's okay. I've known you since we were seventeen and I'm always gonna be there for you no matter what. But I can't make this call for you mate. This one's on you and you alone. Oh and Katie I guess too." Damon went to grab another beer each.




Lessons for Katie 08b



We spoke some more about my situation, drank more beer and then caught up on other general stuff going on in our lives. We spoke about our investment properties and even talked about buying one together, doing it up and flicking it on for some good profit. Then it hit me. My mind became very clear all of a sudden.

"I've been mulling this over in my head since we spoke mate and you know what Damon?"

"What's that?"

"I'm gonna do it. I'm in love with Katie. I can't deny that anymore. I care about Kassy, but I'm just not in love with her anymore. I've just been too comfortable in my routine to realise it until now."

"Good for you then. At least you've come to a decision. I just hope you can handle the shit storm coming your way. Because trust me, with a bombshell like this, it's coming."

"Yeah I know. But oh well, we live and die by our decisions in life huh? I can't wait to tell Katie."

"Well you might have to mate. I can't let you drive with the amount of beer we've put away today. I think you two might be spending the night apart tonight buddy."

I felt disheartened. Damon was right, I couldn't drive after the amount of beer I'd consumed. It was 5:00 and I told Damon I better call Katie and let her know I wouldn't be back tonight. It was about the same time Anna returned from her day out.

"Hello boys. Have fun without me? Not too much I hope." came Anna's greeting as she walked in the door. I was already dialling Katie's mobile phone when Anna walked in. Damon held his finger up to his lips.

"Ssshhh. Jai's calling Katie, letting her know he won't be back tonight. We have a guest for the night." Anna looked confused as to why I would be calling Katie, not Kassy. "I'll explain later."

"Hey there my love how was your study day?"

"Good. I got it all out of the way I think. Are you on your way back? I miss you."

"I miss you too honey, but I'm sorry you'll have to sleep alone tonight. I've had a few too many to drive, so I'm staying at Uncle Damon's tonight." Damon wasn't really her uncle, it's just what Katie had always called him.

"Noooo really? But this bed will seem so empty without you in it. I won't to feel you with me as I go to sleep. Are you sure you can't drive?"

"Yes honey I'm sure. I'm sorry. I can't risk it and Damon wouldn't let me anyway. Besides you know what they say. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.' I'll be back in the morning honey. I love you."

"I love you too Jai. This sucks. Hurry back tomorrow please babe."

"I will honey, I will. I've got some news too."

"Tell me?"

"It can wait until tomorrow."

"That's mean Jai. You can't tell a girl you've got news and then not tell her." I laughed.

"Well it'll have to wait until then. I love you honey. Good night."

"I love you too babe. I'll miss you." With that Katie disconnected the call. I could tell be her voice she was upset.

That night Damon and I brought Anna up to speed. She was actually far more understanding than I thought she would be. In fact she took the same approach as Damon, saying she would be there for me and Katie, but to be prepared for the blow up that was coming our way.

I slept soundly after finally getting to sleep. I felt lonely not having Katie by my side in bed. Tomorrow though I would let Katie know we would be together and take on whatever was coming our way as a couple.



Lessons for Katie 09



This is Part 9 in Lessons for Katie. My step daughter Katie and I have fallen in love with each other. During our holiday away Katie asked me if I would consider leaving her mother for her. After much thought and discussion, I had decided to do just that. Now it's time to let Katie know and to figure out how to tell my wife I was leaving her for her daughter.

5:32am is what the clock read the next morning when I opened my eyes. I jumped out of the bed in my best friend's guest room, excited about getting back to my Katie. The girl who had been my step daughter for ten years had now become my lover. I had a quick shower to freshen up. When I came into the lounge area I smelt coffee. Walking into the kitchen, Damon was standing there holding a cup out for me.

"I heard you up and about. Thought you might want one of these mate. How's the head?" referring to the potential hangover from the amount of beer we consumed the previous day.

"Good thanks. No hangover thankfully. Coffee.......you read my mind." I took a sip of my cup.

"Looking forward to today Jai?"

"I'm looking forward to getting back to Katie, if that's what you mean. I know it sounds cheesy, but I missed her last night. If you're asking if I'm looking forward to telling Kassy, welllll not so much. But hey shit happens and you've gotta deal with it right?"

We drank I silence for a few minutes. By this time Anna had gotten up, shuffled into the kitchen and joined us for coffee. She looked like she didn't want to be awake at all. She did look cute in her little boy leg shorts and sports bra. She was also sporting some impressive bed hair. It was screaming out to be brushed.

As we stood outside with me readying to leave, Damon hugged me. "Good luck mate. Let me know how things go."

"I will buddy. I will." He stepped back and Anna hugged me as well, kissing me on the cheek.

"You know where we are if you need us. Setting aside the Katie thing, I can't say I'm surprised you and Kassy are going to break up though. I told Damon ages ago you two didn't look happy together any more. Good luck with it all though." With that Anna squeezed me a little tighter and pecked my cheek again.

"Thanks guys. Thanks for listening. I'll see you again soon."

I got into my car, waved goodbye and drove off, heading to an unknown. A new life to begin with Katie and ending an old one with my wife Kassy. I felt excited and terrified all at the same time. The hour long drive back down the coast to the resort seemed to take longer.

I arrived back around 7:15am, parked the car and headed off to our bungalow. When I stepped inside I noticed Katie still sleeping. She was lying face down with one leg cocked to the side, naked, with the sheets kicked off. Quietly I crept to the bed, stripping my clothes as I went. As I got to the foot of the bed I could see her sex looking back at me due to her right leg cocked to the side. My cock had now sprung to full attention. 

I sat at the foot of the bed watching her sleep for several minutes. She was so beautiful, even when she slept and wasn't trying to look pretty or sexy for me. Her long blonde hair flowed on the pillow behind her. Her lithe, toned body fully relaxed. The look of peace and contentment on her face as her shallow breathing escaped her lips, causing her endowed chest to rise and fall gently. I could not believe this Aphrodite before me wanted and chose me, adamant to make me hers.

Moving to my side of the bed I lay beside her running my fingers softly down her side whilst planting the softest of kisses on her back and shoulders. She shifted slightly to my touch. "Mmmm." was the only noise to come from her. I traced my fingers further down her side, over her hip and thigh, then back over her taught arse cheek, back up her side. All the while still placing fairy kisses on her skin. She stirred more rolling onto her side she took my hand, pulling it around her, holding it to her bosom and squeezed.

"I missed you. Good morning babe." She pushed her body back against mine so we were now spooning each other, my hardness pressing against her cheeks. "Feels like you missed me too."

"Good morning my love. I missed you too. I'm sorry. The beers with Damon just caught up with me. Have I told you I love you?"

"Not this morning. But you can tell me now." Wiggling herself against my erection. "Or you can show me."

I pushed back. Katie lifted her leg reaching between them to grab my throbbing cock. She rubbed my cock head up and down her slit, letting me feel her wetness, coating me in her juices to allow better entry. She then placed the tip against her entrance. I tried to push forward into her without success. She held me firm at her opening touching her labia and squeezed my dick.

"Not until you tell me you love me Mr Brennan." My sexy step daughter was playing boss suddenly, denying me entry to her innermost places until she got what she wanted.

"You know I love you Katie. I love you. I am in love with you and I want to be with you always."

Her hand released me, my cock pushing past her lips and into her awaiting pussy. We both moaned at the first intrusion of me into her. Just like most mornings now, she pushed back as I pushed forward. Always so slowly in the morning, more sensual than sexual. 

"So how were Uncle Damon and Aunty Anna? I wish I'd have known you were going. I haven't seen them in ages."

"Good honey. Damon was helpful and a good listener."

"Helpful? How so? Mmmmm this is nice."

"Helpful as in I told him about us and everything that's been going on lately." Katie's body tensed. She stopped moving with me.

"Oh my God! What did he say? Was he angry? Was she angry? What if they tell mum? Oh my God!"

"Relax honey, it's okay. Like I said he was helpful. So was Anna for that fact. They listened, offered some advice. They were taken aback at first, but they're okay now." She started moving with me again.

"Okay but shit Jai. I didn't know you were gonna do that. Way to give a girl a heart attack."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I saw it as a good opportunity to get what's in my head out, since you were studying yesterday. God you feel good honey."

"So what did he say?"

"Sshhh. We'll talk more later. Let's just enjoy this."

Katie pulled herself away from me, my dick coming out of her still rock hard. She rolled over pushing me onto my back as she did so then straddled my waist, lowering herself back onto my cock. Once I was fully inside her again, Katie lay on my chest. I guess you could call it the reverse missionary. She then rocked her hips (and only her hips) back and forth whilst kissing me passionately. I couldn't believe the intense sensations running through my cock or body in this new position. It felt completely different to when she just sits upright riding me. While she was kissing me her hands ran over my shoulders and neck, coming to rest on my face cradling it tightly. My hands traced invisible patterns on her sides and back. Her hip rocking became slightly faster, her breathing deeper.

I could feel the tension build inside my balls, just as I could feel the tension build in Katie's body. Just as her legs clamped my sides, she moaned into my mouth. At the same time she rocked her hips back and held that position, causing my dick to put immense pressure on the front wall of her vagina. That was the last of my control gone, I came as well. Because of our position I could feel myself pulsing hard against her inner walls, at the same time feeling her spasm around my cock. It was heaven. 

"Oh God I can feel your cum hitting me inside Jai. I love you. God I love you. Ooooo. Mmmmm ."

"I love you too Katie. Unnnnggg."

Katie relaxed her body just laying on me for several minutes after we had finished. I could feel my load oozing out around my now semi hard cock, pooling between us. We kissed softly for a while, enjoying the closeness and connection between our two bodies. Shortly after Katie sat up, still with me inside her and rocked back and forth a few times. I could feel myself stirring back to life.

"Hmmm. I'm not sure if I want this again or breakfast. Breakfast!" With that Katie giggled, jumped off me and headed to the bathroom. My cock was nearly back to full mast again when she pulled off me.

"Wait. What? You're going to start something and not finish. Really?"

I heard the shower turn on, so she probably didn't hear me anyway. I leapt off the bed and made my way to the bathroom as well. She was facing away from me when I arrived in the shower with her. I grabbed her hip and shoulder, bending her at the waist, aimed myself at her already sopping pussy and thrust into her with one push. Katie groaned.

"What took you so long babe? Thought you weren't coming."

"I will be soon you teasing little devil." I chuckled.

I began pounding into Katie's pussy harder and harder. Her juices were flowing lubing my cock up nicely. Then I had a thought and pulled out of her.

"Oh why did you stop? I was ...... oh God."

I pushed my well greased knob against her backdoor and the head popped in without much resistance at all. Katie was surprised at first but didn't stop me. Instead after a few seconds she pushed back, forcing more of my cock deeper into her arse. I loved how tight her arse felt. I could feel her muscles pulling me in further. Between her movements and my pushing I was soon buried to the hilt, my pelvis against her arse cheeks.

"Well this was unexpected. But I guess this is my punishment for teasing you huh? Not much of a punishment if I like it though. You've got me so full babe. I love it."

I began pushing harder into her tightest depths, each stroke getting slightly more forceful, but not a full pounding. Katie just kept matching me, pushing back each time I thrust forward. I soon had her standing almost upright, one hand on her pussy mound playing with her clit, the other gently around her throat, not squeezing just holding her there. Her moans got loader as time went on, begging me for more.

"F-fuck m-me h-h-harder Jai. Oh fuck. G-god I love it in my arse."

Her dirty talk and the fact I was ploughing away at her bowels only spurred me on more. I thrust up into her forcefully, jerking my hips each time, all the while still furiously rubbing her clit. I felt her orgasm onto my hand, her juices gushing out of her, trying to clamp her legs and collapse, but I held her in place never ceasing or slowing.

"Oh fuck I can't take it. Cum babe. Cum inside me. I want to feel it. Oh fuck." 

A second then a third orgasm crashed into her body straight after each other, not letting her body recover from the one before. The constant contractions of her anus and arse around my cock was like getting a hand job at the same time as fucking her. It became too much to bear and I unleashed a jet of cum deep into her bowels with one final thrust. I held my self far inside her without moving so she could feel my cock pulse inside her. This caused a forth orgasm from her which helped to milk the last of the cum from my shaft. I held her against me until her last orgasm subsided. Katie stepped away from me, my cock sliding out of her still hard. She leant against the shower wall panting heavily.

"Oh my God Jai. That was indescribable. I mean I just kept cumming and oh wow. I was wondering when you'd take me like that again. I guess I should tease you more often if I want that again." She smiled and winked at me.

"You have no idea how amazing your arse feels honey. I see you've stopped apologising for swearing during sex." I chuckled. She laughed with me.

"Well you did say it's kind of an 'in the moment' thing and I was definitely in that moment. Come on let's get cleaned up, I'm starving."

We finished our shower, got dressed and headed off for breakfast. Me fruit and muesli and Katie bacon, eggs, sausages, the works. Apparently she was starving. After breakfast we decided a day by the pool would be great. So we went back to our room, changed into our swimmers and lazed by the pool all day. We would occasionally swim and horse around splashing each other, but the lazing was the order of the day. Katie's body looked incredible in her bikini. Not overly revealing at all, but she was still the most stunning woman by the pool. 

I got several looks from people passing by, probably wondering about the age gap. Katie also got several looks from nearly every guy that walked past her. One time she was swimming alone and some young guy about her age swam up and started chatting to her. She was talking fine with him at first then I heard her say, "Umm that's my husband over there, so I don't think so but thankyou I'm flattered." I watched as she turned to swim away the young man grabbed her foot to stop her swimming away, pulled her back and whispered something to her. That's when everyone's head by the pool turned as a massive slap was placed across his face by Katie, followed by, "I told you I'm married you creep. Now fuck off!" Katie screamed at the guy then swam back to where I was now standing by the pool. I helped her out and she shrank into my arms.

"You okay honey? Want me to go have a chat with him?"

"No I think he finally got the message. He didn't see us together before as he not long got to the pool. He came over and just started chatting to me at first. He seemed harmless enough. His name is Cory. He asked me if I wanted to go get a drink with him. When I told him I was married and pointed you out, I went to swim away. The bastard grabbed my foot, pulled me back to him and said he could fuck me better than that guy over there, gesturing to you. That's when I slapped him. See this is why I don't want to be with guys my own age. They're all hormonal, dick thinking arseholes."

"As long as you're okay? Come on I think we've had enough pool for one day."

We gathered our things and made our way back to our bungalow, not before I looked over at 'Cory' with an absolute death stare. Upon returning to our room we both stripped off our swimmers and crashed down on the bed for a rest, dozing off with me on my back and Katie nestled into my left shoulder, her leg draped over mine, my left arm stroking her back. 

I woke about an hour later, Katie was still sleeping. I slid my arm out from under her, deciding to go for a walk. I wanted to go to the resort gift shop and buy Katie a present, I wasn't sure what. I'd figure that out when I got there. Looking around I saw all the usual touristy stuff like postcards and mugs etc. I couldn't find anything I liked except some mango and coconut massage oil. I thought that might serve me well later and purchased it. The assistant said perhaps I might like the jewellery store on the other side of the lobby instead. I hadn't even noticed it, but would definitely head there.

On my way out the door I ran into Cory. I smiled, yet he looked like he would be more comfortable in a pit of snakes. He had instantly recognised me from the pool.

"Cory isn't it?" I asked in a semi polite voice.

"Ahh yes, yes sir that's right."

"That's a nice handprint your sporting there mate. Chase the wrong girl did we?" I was enjoying toying with the little prick.

"You could say that sir. Look I'm sorry ok. I didn't mean anything by it." His eyes were darting around looking for an escape.

"You didn't mean anything by what? Hitting on a married woman? Insulting her husband? Grabbing her and scaring her? Or assuming that in your years of experience you could please her in bed better than me? Or perhaps you're sorry you got humiliated in front of lots of people and probably your friends by a girl? So which is it?"

"All of it I guess. I mean I thought she was using you as a line to blow me off."

"So you thought that gave you the right to grab her and tell her what an excellent lover you are? I don't think so Cory. How about we make a deal with each other? What do you say?"

"Depends I guess. What deal?"

"You stay away from Katie and I won't finish what she started. I was going to earlier back at the pool, but Katie asked me not to. How's that for a deal?"

Suddenly his demeanour changed. It was like he instantly grew a spine. "I don't think you'd worry me too much mate. You're little wife probably saved you some embarrassment."

"Oh really. You're suddenly pretty mouthy for someone who got bitch slapped by a girl in front of a lot of people. Just stay away from me and Katie. Got it?" 

I turned and walked away before things got heated just as the reason for his sudden bravado came into view. Two of his friends walked up to Cory asking what was going on. He puffed up to his friends saying I was the old dude husband of the hot chick that slapped him in the pool. I heard him say I was lucky I walked away when I did. I laughed, shook my head and kept walking across to the jewellery store. One of his friends caught up to me as I was walking.

"You threaten Cory mate?"

"Look. He hit on my wife, wouldn't take no for an answer until she slapped him hard. I was just telling him to stay away from the pair of us. Let's not make this any more than it already is and go our own separate ways."

"Or we could just kick your arse."

"Look mate. That's not something you want to start with me okay. So just leave it. I had a one on one manly conversation with your friend. I don't see why he needs his friends to back him up to prove he's a man." What he and his friends didn't know was I was in training for my first Dan black belt in karate. Getting into a fight with three ego pumped teenagers wasn't something I wanted any part of. "Let's just go our separate ways and be done with it shall we?" I turned and walked into the jewellery store, glad to be away from them.

Once inside I forgot about the three boys outside and set about my task of finding a gift for Katie. After searching through the store I finally found the perfect gift. A diamond and sapphire necklace caught my eye. 'This will look perfect around her neck.' I thought to myself. It was flat, made of gold and about half a centimetre wide. The price tag was a little extravagant, but Katie was worth it. With my two purchases in hand I thanked the sales lady and strolled back to our room. The boys had gone thankfully.

Katie was still dozing when I returned. She was now laying on her back, her naked flesh beckoning me. I resisted the temptation. Instead I took the newly purchased necklace from its case, admired it for a moment then began snaking it over her body from her shoulder, between her breasts down her stomach to the crease where her thigh meets her pussy, then back up again. The coldness of the gold and jewels had their desired effect and she roused.

"Hey there sleepyhead. Enjoy your nap?" I smiled down at her.

"Yeah babe I did. What's that?" her eyes still adjusting to being awake but motioning to the object that woke her.

"Oh this?" holding up the necklace. "Just a little something I picked up at the jewellery store in the main foyer. You like it?"

"Oh wow Jai. Are those real? It's beautiful, but probably too expensive." She was gushing.

"Yes honey they're real. You are far more beautiful than any piece of jewellery though. But I saw it, liked it, thought it'd look great on you and bought it."

"Oh I love it. I really do. Thanks Jai. Oh put it on me please." She sat up pulling her hair out of the way, allowing me access to her neck. I moved up behind her doing up the clasp then thumbed the necklace around to under her chin before tilting her head and kissing her softly on the lips. Katie looked into the mirror on the far wall at her reflection with the necklace. "I love it jai. I really love it and I love you too."

"It suits you perfectly honey. It looks gorgeous on you." 

I wrapped my arms around her, snuggling my head against hers. We were both now looking at the mirror. Katie at her necklace, me at the exquisite beauty enveloped within my arms. Time was getting on and it was now nearly 6:00pm. So we decided to grab an early dinner.




Lessons for Katie 09



"Wear something nice honey, to match your necklace. We'll head into town for dinner instead. I saw a nice little Italian restaurant when we were in there the other day."

Katie put on a very figure hugging dark blue satiny dress, thin straps over the shoulders with a plunging neckline. Not too revealing, but enough to show a teasing amount of cleavage. The dress stopped about six inches above her ankles. The material at the back stopped just below her shoulder blades. She looked like a supermodel to me, especially once she'd done her hair completely straight, with a couple of curly strands coming down the sides of her face.

"You look stunning honey."

"I feel pretty in this. I bought it last week. Although I'm not sure if I feel sexy or slutty." I cocked my head to one side at her statement.

"Why would you feel slutty?"

"Well because of how fitted the dress is, I can't wear any underwear or a bra with it, or you'll see the lines from them. I've never done that before."

"Sexy honey. Going out in that dress with nothing underneath, definitely sexy. I probably won't be able to think about anything elase through dinner now, except that you're completely naked under that one layer of material. Hmmm."

Katie stepped up, placing a hand on my chest and whispered in my ear, "Well perhaps my love, I can be dessert." She kissed my neck, stepped back away again and winked at me. 

That put an instant hard on inside my suit pants.

"That's not fair Katie. Now I'm going to be horny all night."

"Well you'll enjoy it more then, won't you? Come on Mr Brennan, we should be going."

We walked through the resort with Katie's arm draped through mine. I'd have to say we looked pretty flash together, dressed as we were. It just so happened, as we walked towards the foyer area, Cory was coming out of the bar with his two buddies. They've seen us, Katie and I both saw them as well. I could see all three of them ogling Katie in her dress. As we passed I nodded and simply said, "Boys." and smiled. Katie squeezed my arm slightly as they passed by. We didn't give them the satisfaction of turning to see if they had turned around to look at Katie from behind. We just assumed they did. We were soon in the car and drove off to the restaurant.

We arrived at 7:30pm, the restaurant not too busy at all. Our waiter came over, took our orders, (not dessert), complemented Katie on how pretty she looked and left again. A short time later our wine came out, as did our basket of herb and garlic bread. Katie and I chatted idly throughout our meal. Mostly about her upcoming exams, how nice the resort was, her necklace and the restaurant itself. I paid the bill once we had finished and left for the resort again.

Once back in our room I removed my jacket, tie, shoes and socks. Katie helped me remove my pants and sexily unbuttoned my shirt very slowly. I was now naked. Katie spun on the spot, her back now facing me, asking me to undo the zipper on the back of her dress. As soon as I had done that she stepped away from me a few paces next to the bed. She then turned to face me again, her fingers hooked in the straps of her dress, pulled them off her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. Except for her necklace, she too was now naked.

"Now about dessert." Was all Katie said in a sexy voice.

I closed the distance between us. But as I did so she moved back onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, her feet on the mattress as well and let her legs fall open, displaying her hungry pussy to me. Without another word being spoken, I climbed onto the bed too, instantly burying my face into her mound, covering it completely with my open mouth. My tongue darted out running from her opening to her clit. She moaned, as did I as the sweet taste of her pussy hit my taste buds. I lapped hungrily at her. The hours of thinking of her in that dress with nothing underneath had sent me into a pussy eating frenzy. 

Her juices flowed out of her, onto my tongue and down her slit to her arse crack. I placed on finger against her opening, another against her rosebud and gently pushed. Katie pushed back slightly, both fingers entering their respective holes. I was now finger fucking Katie's pussy and arse, as well as attacking her clit and slit with my tongue. I had never done this to her before, but she couldn't get enough. With sensations all over her sensitive areas at the same time, her first orgasm came hard after only two or three minutes.

"Oh god Jai. Oh fuck. Don't stop." My fingers drove into her arse and pussy like pistons at high speed, my tongue lapping at her clit with wild abandon. After her second orgasm struck, she pulled away. "I can't take it any more Jai. I'm going to explode." She was panting hard.

Katie then pushed my onto my back and dropped her mouth over my rigid cock, sucking me into her throat on the first go. She attacked my cock with the same ferocity with which I had just shown her pussy. After my constant state of horniness since before dinner, I emptied myself into her mouth and throat within a few minutes also. Katie didn't stop sucking me until my cock stopped twitching. She then crawled up my body, flopping down with her head on my chest, her leg over mine, her hand softly stroking my still hard member.

"Wow babe, that was intense. I'm exhausted."

"You and me both Katie honey."

"So did you like dessert? I liked mine." She giggled, squeezing my cock at the same time.

"Sweetest thing I've ever tasted honey. I could eat that all day." I hugged her with one arm.

"I'm not sure I could handle that. I think I might literally explode if you did that to me all day. Anyway you've worn me out, so goodnight babe. I love you."

"I love you too Katie. Goodnight honey." We both drifted off to sleep feeling totally satisfied, Katie still sleepily stroking my cock, until she was completely out.

The next morning I woke up to Katie laying with her head sideways on my stomach. She was lazily working a few inches of my cock into her mouth. Her hand spread fingers over the base and my balls. There was no great movement from her, just the slightest head movement. It was probably the most relaxing head job I'd ever had. I lay there just watching the subtle movements of the back of her head for several minutes. I decided it was time to let her know I was awake and gently stroked her head.

"Well good morning babe. Sleep well?" Katie then placed her mouth back around my dick.

"I did. I woke up nicely again too. That feels so good honey."

I don't know how long Katie had been sucking my cock before I woke up, but her expert mouth kept gently working me for another ten minutes. I felt myself swell in her mouth, becoming fully rigid. She must have felt it too because she began feeding more of me into her mouth and the suction became more noticeable. Shortly after I erupted in her mouth, my fingers curling in her hair. Katie stopped moving all together, letting my cum land in her mouth and throat wherever it wanted. Once I'd stopped cumming, Katie resumed her gentle sucking for about a minute, cleaning my dick and swallowing everything I put in her mouth. Her last long suck up my penis was accompanied by a long 'mmmmmm' from her. She then kissed the tip, squeezed my member and moved up the bed to cuddle into me.

"You like that? I sure did." She hugged herself into me tightly.

"It was amazing honey. I could get used to that in the mornings. I love you Katie."

"I love you too Jai. But you can't have it every morning after we get home now, can you?"

"Currently no. But ssshhhh. We'll talk about that later okay."

"Okay."

We finally got up and went for breakfast around 9:00am. By 10:30am we were off on a bush walk in the nearby rainforest. We'd decided it'd be nice to check out the bushland, take some photos, maybe even have a picnic. We'd thrown some sandwiches, fruit and drinks into a backpack just in case. Katie took some good photos, I took some okay ones. She seems to have a better eye than me I guess. 

We stopped for lunch in a small clearing near a small trickling waterfall. It only fell from about ten feet above us over mossy rocks into a small pool and trailed off to continue its journey through the bushland. I put the backpack on the ground, turned to notice Katie snapping pictures of me. She looked at me over the top of her camera, smiled then continued snapping away. 

I asked her what she was doing and she replied, "Taking pictures of my sexy man. You know you should take your shirt off, so I can take some better ones. Show off those muscles for me huh."

I chuckled but complied, removing my shirt. Katie continued to snap away, moving around me, getting me to stand in different spots. When she asked me to take my pants off too, I was hesitant at first protesting we might get caught by other bushwalkers. She laughed it off telling me it would be more exiting with the risk of being caught, told me to stop being a baby and to get my pants off. I gave up, stripping down to nothing. Katie was really smiling now, clicking faster and thoroughly enjoying the photo shoot. She finally dropped the camera and stopped taking pictures.

"They'll be fun to look at later. My personal sexy nude model. You photograph really well Jai, did you know that?"

"No honey I didn't." I walked to her, took the camera from her, pointed and clicked a few times. "Your turn honey. Time for you to become MY personal sexy nude model." She protested at first, using the same 'what if someone caught us.' I reminded her it apparently adds to the excitement. She knew I had her with her own argument and proceeded to strip down to nothing very quickly. Once naked Katie held her arms out beside her, palms up, head cocked to one side as if to say 'Happy now?' or 'ta-da.' I took a few shots of her like that.

I continued to snap away, instructing her to stand differently, pose and just some candid shots too. We found a big rock next to the rock pool. It was about ten feet across, four foot above ground, smooth and curved. I told Katie to climb onto it and sit on her hip with her legs tucked up beside her. She did this and posed a few more ways. Katie was really getting into it. Then whilst laying on her side, her head propped on her bent arm, she opened her legs displaying her sexy pussy to me. I pulled the camera down and just stared at her smiling.

"Well don't stop Jai. Keep going. I'm sure you'll enjoy looking at these later. I began taking pictures again. She'd move her hand, fingers splayed over her pussy. Then placed a finger in her mouth, or squeeze a breast, then onto her knees, legs wide open with her hands behind her head. I was getting so turned on watching all the sexy poses she was presenting to me. It was better than any porn I could imagine, because it was real, there right in front of me and so seductive.

I couldn't take it anymore. I placed the camera on another rock facing the one Katie was on, set it to take continual pictures every few seconds and made my way over to her. When I climbed onto the rock with Katie, she was still on her hands and knees. I positioned myself right behind her, aimed my straining cock up with her opening and pushed, surprisingly sliding straight into her.

"You're already wet honey."

"Well posing like that, with you naked in front of me, what did you expect? Although I like the fact you couldn't handle it and had to come and make love to me. Hey are you filming us?"

"Not filming as such, just taking continual photos. God I love how tight your pussy is honey."

"And I love how you fill me up. Mmmmm."

We changed positions so we were both laying on our sides, me still behind her. The rock was cool on my skin but not cold. It was a nice feeling mixed with the heat coming from Katie's body. I was pumping into her from behind, propped up on my elbow so I could see the front of her body as well. Katie raised her top leg exposing herself to the camera, with me sliding in and out of her pussy from behind. Knowing this was all being caught on camera was exciting and erotic all at the same time.

"This is so hot babe. We're so watching this in a slide show later."

"I know honey and you're right, the chance of someone walking past and catching us makes it hotter. Oh god I'm gonna cum soon." I reached over and started rubbing her clit with my finger, trying to get her to cum too. Katie responded by moaning more, squeezing her breasts and nipples. Katie felt me get that little bit harder, just before I came.

"Kiss me Jai." Katie reached up pulling my face to hers as I thrust up into her, finally cumming deep inside. Her pussy began twitching around my cock and I knew she was about to cum too. My hand moved from her clit to her thigh, holding it open so the camera could catch the moment she came too, as he legs usually clamped shut hard when she orgasmed. Her leg fought my arm, but my strength won out. She shook against me, almost vibrating on my cock as her orgasm swept over her. We kissed hard, our tongues probing the others mouth. I could feel her juices flow from her over my cock down to her other thigh.

Once our orgasms had passed, Katie rolled back further with me still inside her and we kissed passionately for a few more minutes. My cum was oozing out around my cock, out of her well fucked pussy. We'd leave a permanent part of ourselves on that rock forever.

We separated ourselves, climbed off the rock and decided lunch was now a good idea. Both of us were still naked as we ate. It was sort of liberating and exciting to be out in the rainforest totally naked with a beautiful woman I'd just made love to, just sitting on a rug eating sandwiches. It felt so natural and easy.

Our lunch finished, it was time to redress ourselves, pack up our stuff and start heading back to the resort. We arrived back around 4:00pm and headed straight for a shower. We cuddled, washed each other and held each other some more, letting the water wash over us as one. Shower over we walked back into the bedroom area.

"Man my legs and back are so sore Jai. I'm not sure if it's from the walk, or from what we did on that rock." I couldn't help but laugh at her statement.

"Well funnily enough I bought some massage oil yesterday. So hop up on the bed and I'll give you a rub down. Try and make those muscles feel better hey?"

"That sounds great."

Katie laid face down, her head resting on her hands still naked. I sat at the end of the bed naked, legs stretched out either side of Katie. Pouring some oil into my hand then taking one foot into my hand, I began rubbing & kneading the sole of her foot, the top, over her ankle and up to her calf muscle. This continued for a few minutes, before changing legs and repeating the process. Katie let out a 'Mmmmm' as I toiled away at her feet and lower legs. Once I couldn't easily reach any further I placed her leg back on the bed, repositioning myself to sit with my legs folded under me, sitting on Katie's freshly massaged calves.

I put some more oil into my hand then began rubbing and massaging her thigh from knee to buttocks. Kneading the back of her thigh, around the outside then over to the inside of her thigh, subtly brushing her pussy lips from time to time. My penis was already rigid from the intimate contact of my hands over every inch of Katie's body. There was a definite wetness, not from the massage oil coming from her. Finished with her left leg, I moved to the right and followed the same pattern as before, again lightly brushing her pussy lips as I massaged high on her inner thigh. Another soft moan.

"This feels so good Jai. Why haven't you done this for me before?"

"It might've looked a bit odd in front of your mother, don't you think? Both of us naked and me rubbing massage oil all over you whilst straddling your body."

"Maybe. But it sounds so sexy. I can't see like this, but it must look pretty sexy."

"Well from where I sit, the sight is pretty sexy honey."

I was now massaging the firmest arse cheeks I'd ever had the pleasure of having in my hands. Sometimes two hands on one cheek, sometimes one on each. When I had a hand on each I would move my hands in opposing circles so her cheeks would spread, giving me the sexiest view of her pussy and arse. My thumbs brushed against her pussy, not so subtly now. We were both getting turned on, but wouldn't come out and say it to each other. Katie was enjoying her massage and I was enjoying giving it to her.

"Mmmm, tease. As nice as that feels babe, you still have my back to do yet."

I removed my hands from her arse, placed them on her hips and slid myself along her oily, slick thighs so I could now reach most of her back. I couldn't quite reach her shoulders.

"Ready for another lesson my love?" I was massaging her lower back as I spoke.

"Umm sure. What did you have in mind? But what about my massage?"

"I thought I'd show you a sexual massage honey. As you might have guessed, you've kind of been getting a sensual massage so far."

"Yeah I kinda figured that out already. But I'm lost."

Without speaking I grabbed my cock, angled it towards Katie's puffy lips, peeking between her thighs and slid further up her legs. The mixture of the massage oil and Katie's wetness made it easy for me to slide straight into her with no resistance. Katie caught her breath and pushed her arse up to meet my cock. I pushed her hips back down, adjusted myself until I had bottomed out in her sweet pussy. She tried to push back up to me, but I held her firm.

"Oh God Jai. Don't tease me like this. Let me move with you."

"No honey, just lay still and enjoy it. I won't even be moving as such. It'll still feel like we're making love, just different. I'm still going to massage your back. So relax okay."

"I don't follow."

"SShhh. You will honey."

With Katie finally submitting to the situation and no longer trying to move, I released her hips from my grip. This time instead of placing the massage oil in my hand, I dribbled it in a trail down the middle of her back. It made a small pool in the indent near the base of her spine. When I moved to put the bottle to one side, my cock twitched inside her. It felt so comfortable and snug to just be there without moving as such. This caused a similar twitch from my step daughters' pussy. 

My hands met her back and pushed from base to shoulder then back to the base of her spine again, my body rocking forward as I did so. This is when Katie felt exactly what I meant by me not really moving, but still making love.

"Oh. I see now. Or more feel now. That's so sexy Jai."

As I pushed my hands forward up her back my cock would slide back, pulling out of her slightly. Then as I brought my hands back down towards her buttocks I would slide back in filling her again. When I concentrated on one spot, my cock wouldn't move at all. Instead it would just sit inside her. This elicited several soft moans or sighs from Katie. This went on for over half an hour. Because the movement was so minimal and subtle, I was able to hold out much longer than normal. A couple of times Katie cheated and would squeeze my cock with the muscles in her pussy. I didn't complain though as it felt so goddam amazing. She has excellent muscle control down there.

"My back feels great now babe. The massage helped heaps. But I don't want you to stop. It feels so good."

"I hadn't planned on stopping yet honey. I think you still need more massaging inside." Katie got my joke and chuckled a bit.

"Well if I need more internal massaging, you'd better start doing more massaging and less sitting still."

I told Katie she still had to remain motionless and not move. Leaning forward I gripped her shoulders causing my cock to pull back out of her slightly. Then taking most of my weight on my arms, I was able to keep Katie pinned to the bed under me. I was now also able to flex my hips back and forth. When I pushed forward I would make sure I pushed in deep enough for her to feel me against her cervix. The speed remained very slow, but it was now constant. It's amazing how deep you can get into a pussy in this position without trying too hard. She felt amazing.




Lessons for Katie 09



Katie's breathing matched my strokes. Breathing in when I pulled back and exhaling when I pushed deeply into her again. The only way I can describe the sound of her breathing out, is it was like a loud, wordless whisper from her throat. I kept pumping my hips into her over and over, never quickening which was driving Katie mad. I'd felt her now have two small orgasms around my cock, her juices flowing from her, lubricating our lovemaking. Watching her grip the sheets and bunch them in her hands whilst also biting the pillow during her second orgasm was enough for me. After another ten minutes I pushed myself as deep as I could, held myself there and delivered my cum as far into her pussy as I possibly could.

I collapsed onto her, biting her shoulder gently as my cock finished twitching. Katie reached a hand up, cupping my neck with her palm, holding me in place.

"You are amazing Katie. The things you make me feel. I love you so much honey."

"I love you too Jai. What do you mean I'm amazing? You wouldn't let me move. I just had to lay there and take it. That drove me insane. But I loved it. I think my back will be sore a lot more now. So I might more of those massages."

Katie gave my semi hard cock a little squeeze with her pussy then rolled over underneath me, my cock falling out of her. I moved off her and lay on my side. We now faced each other. Katie held my hand on the pillow between us and stared into my eyes, I stared back. No words were needed. It was just one of those nice moments. 

We went for a late dinner around 9:00pm. We ate lightly then sat out on the balcony with our wines.

"So where did you learn to give massages like that? I mean you made me feel great inside and out."

"Just something I learned in time I guess. Nobody taught me. I'm glad you liked it honey. It felt pretty good for me too you know." I lit up one of my cigars.

"So you've been back from Uncle Damon's for two days now."

"Right?"

"So you said you'd tell me later about everything."

"I did say that didn't I? But we also agreed I had until we left to make a decision about stuff. Yes?" I was enjoying teasing Katie. I took a big puff of my cigar, smiled then blew the cloud out just above her head.

"Well yes. But we've been here five days now. You've been back from Uncle Damon's for two days. Since you've gotten back, you haven't said boo about us." This was too much fun, a little mean maybe, but fun.

"Okay I'll tell you what. You tell me about the picture you bought from that Celec guy. The one you've kept wrapped up. You tell me about that and I'll tell you about my visit with Damon and stuff." 

I didn't really care about the picture. I mean it was just a picture she bought. I just wanted to drag out my teasing game. Katie then flipped the game on me. She grabbed my cigar, took a puff, blew the cloud out over my head then spoke.

"Counter offer mister. You tell me about what I want to know about and maybe, just maybe I'll SHOW you the picture I bought instead. You'll like it, trust me. It's different from the others we bought."

Katie took another puff of my cigar then blew the cloud straight towards me smiling. I still thought it was sexy to watch her smoke a cigar. It seems we had an interesting game on the table now. The picture now did have my interest. Why would it be a useful bargaining chip? How is it different? It's just a picture. Still she was holding my cigar, looking quite smug with her arms draped over the arms of her chair, one leg crossed over the other. I decided to let her win the power play and caved.

"Okay, okay. You win. I know when I'm defeated." I laughed then held my hand out for my cigar. Katie looked at the cigar then me, as if deciding whether or not to hand it back to me. She smiled, leaned forward, passing it back. 

"All right mister Brennan, spill."

"Okay first things first. I have put a lot of thought into this, just like we discussed. I also talked it out with Damon and then Anna. I told them pretty much everything, from our first night together in your mums' car, up until this little holiday. So I haven't come to this decision lightly at all."

"Oh God, you're ending it when we get home aren't you? You want us to go back to daddy / daughter status again. I don't know if ......" Katie was starting to well up.

"Calm down and let a man finish. Jeez. I only got as far as explaining that I had thought it through and talked about it with my best mate and you're already jumping to conclusions."

"Sorry. It's just been killing me inside for the last few days waiting. I'm sorry."

"Okay then. So like I said I went and saw Damon. At first he was shocked when I told him about us, plus the fact it's been going on for about four months now. Then I explained everything to him, the relationship we have, the one you want, our common interests, the sex and also how your mother and I just kind of do this comfortable dance around each other, but not really being part of each other's lives."

"You told Uncle Damon about our sex life? How embarrassing."

"I didn't go into any detail honey. But I did tell him sex with you is amazing." I could see Katie blush at my statement. It amused me that for the amount of sex and the type of sex we have, it embarrassed her to know I'd spoken about it with someone else. She took a sip of her wine.

"You take too long to tell a story."

"And you're impatient and keep interrupting. So anyway, I've explained all this to Damon and then Anna. I got asked the question of 'is it just an ego boost to be sleeping with someone so young and beautiful?', 'am I confusing lust with love?', all that sort of thing. Well whilst it is definitely a boost to my ego that you, as young and stunningly beautiful as you are want me, it's not the reasoning for me toying with this idea. Am I confusing lust and love? No I don't think so. I am in love with you Katie. I've said that before and I mean it. There is lust there as well, guaranteed."

Katie was listening to every word I said. I could see the concentration in her face. I could also see the frustration of me not getting to the point fast enough. She leaned over, took my cigar for another puff and handed it straight back to me. Why did that always look so sexy?

"We also talked about the fallout that would come if this was to happen, especially with your mother and your family. Now Damon didn't tell me what to do okay, he talked everything out with me and let me come to my own decision. I left Damon's with my decision made."

"You what?" Katie was irritated and sat forward in her seat. "You made your mind up two days ago and you've kept me hanging for all that time? Oh it is bad isn't it? That's why you haven't said anything. You've been trying to find a way to let me down huh?" I threw my hands up in front of her, palms facing her.

"Calm down, Jesus Katie, let me finish. Things have happened since I got back. Like the whole Cory incident. Now I watched that unfold and you so easily played the married card to the boy, even to the point of slapping him to defend your marital status. That reiterated to me how serious you are about this. Now we've been playing the married couple for five days now. I've enjoyed it, you've enjoyed it. I ran into Cory and his two mates the afternoon I bought the necklace for you. I warned him off, telling him to stay away from us. I nearly got into a fight over you honey."

"Oh. I didn't know that. I love the necklace by the way and he deserved a slap. But you didn't need to...I'll shut up now, sorry."

"Well like I said, things have happened and I've made a few calls since I've been back as well." Katie was now looking puzzled. 

"To Uncle Damon?"

"No honey. Okay firstly I guess you should probably stop calling him Uncle Damon and just call him Damon from now on." I sipped my wine, poured us both another and watch Katie's face to see if she could make a connection between my last sentence and my decision. Nope she was confused still. "You know how I've been building another house as an investment property?" Katie nodded. "Well construction is nearly finished. It should be ready to live in in about two weeks. So I sorted some stuff out with the builder and he reckons he can have it ready in under a week. It cost me some extra money for him to devote all his time to that house, but hey. I've also called my accountant and added you as a director to the company and trust setup that owns that property." Katie was still completely focused on my every word. "I've also called my solicitor and had my will adjusted slightly."

"Oh my God Jai. I can't stand this anymore. Will you please just get to the point!" Poor Katie looked like she was about to explode.

"I thought I had been. Cryptically perhaps, but I have been. See I said you need to stop calling Damon, Uncle Damon. I said this because it wouldn't be right for my partner to call my best mate Uncle.' Katie's eyes went wide. The realisation began to set in, but she finally let me continue. "I got the builder to put a hurry on completion of the investment property, because that will be our new home for a while. I added you to the ownership of the property because of that. I've changed my will to have your mother removed as sole beneficiary of my main assets when I die and have you listed instead." 

Katie was almost bouncing in her seat. The grin on her face was wide. I could see she wanted to leap across to me, but wanted me to say the actual words she'd been waiting to hear.

"Don't you get it Katie? I choose you. I love you. I'm in love with you. I want to be with you. Not like this anymore, but openly as a couple."

Katie did launch herself out of her chair and leapt into my lap. She hugged my neck tightly, pulled back holding my face in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips and then hugged my neck once more. She was crying with excitement and happiness.

"Oh Jai. I thought you were going to say no. I really did. I love you so much." She kissed me again. "Oh wow. I can't believe you chose me. I'm so happy, thank you. Oh god, you're really mine now and I'm really yours. No more sneaking around or hiding."

I hugged Katie tightly to me, let her kiss me again then pushed her back from me so I could see her face.

"Now this is the fun part at the moment. We still have to get back to the real world and deal with the consequences of our decision, starting with your mother. She has a right to know what's happening. Now she's going to be pretty mad and we have to accept that."

"I know babe, I know. I mean she's gonna be pissed to know one that you're leaving her, two that you're leaving her for me her daughter and three that I am a willing participant in all of this."

"True. Now it may get nasty, then again it might not. We'll just have to play that one by ear and deal with it. Now the house should be ready to move into by the time we get back. So I suggest we go shopping straight away to furnish the place. We can do it together and pick out things we both like, since it will be our place together. Plus you've still got your final exams to think about in a couple of weeks. Not great timing for something like this, but again we'll just have to deal with it."

"I know Jai. I'm all over my studies anyway, so I don't think they'll be a problem for me. When can we go shopping? It'll be exciting to do together I think."

"Well let's head back to the room and we can start with some stuff online. We can pick out other stuff we can't decide on at a later time at the shops themselves."

Katie stood up from my lap, held her hand out wiggling her fingers at me, inviting me to take her hand. I took it, stood up then laced my fingers through hers and wandered back to our bungalow. When we arrived Katie turned on me, pulling my clothes off me like she's never done before. There was an urgency to it, almost forceful.

"Wow honey. Quite the insistent one, aren't we?"

"Jai up until this moment, we have been a stepfather and stepdaughter sleeping together, a young woman seducing her mother's husband, a man taking advantage of his wife's teenage daughter. Well as of this moment you are truly my partner and I am yours. I know there's stuff to sort out when we get home. But right now I want you for the first time as MY partner, MY boyfriend, MY lover. Okay?"

"How can I resist such an argument honey?"

We finished getting out of our clothes. Katie held my face kissing me, backing up to the bed, guiding me with her. Once reaching the bed she climbed into the middle, her legs spread, arms stretched out towards me.

"Make love to me Jai. Make love to me as your woman, your only woman."

I climbed onto the bed with her, positioning myself between her legs, her body inviting me. Lowering myself my manhood touched the entrance to her depths. I could feel she was already wet. No foreplay needed this time at all. One small push and I was inside her. Katie moaned into my mouth as we kissed. She pushed her hips up to meet me and with my added push I'd sunk all the way into her sweet, sweet pussy, my pussy. Katie's legs came up wrapping themselves around my back, pulling me into her more. Our lovemaking had purpose and meaning, more so than usual. Katie held me against her body as we moved as one together. It was like we couldn't tell where one of us finished and the other started. 

My left hand snaked under her, holding and squeezing her firm arse cheek, my right hand under her shoulder, fingers laced through her hair. Katie's right hand cupped my neck, her left pulling at my back and shoulder blade. She was looking over my shoulder breathing heavily with each thrust. Her moans more pronounced as time went on. Although it was only missionary position, I would have to say the sex we had that night was the best, most intimate, mind blowing sex I'd ever had.

Our bodies glistened with sweat as the heat between our bodies increased. Katie's legs tensed, trying to pull me even further into her as her first orgasm hit after about ten minutes. She pulled on my neck, squeezed me harder with her other hand, raising her head off the pillow, nestling tighter into my shoulder and neck. She moaned loudly as she came.

"God I love you Jai." I felt my cock swell, knowing my own release was near. "Don't stop. Please god don't stop. Just keep going."

A couple of minutes later, I came as well with a deep moan into her hair and pillow. As requested I never stopped moving, instead I continued to make love to Katie, pumping my cum inside her. Both orgasms subsided, yet we kept up our love making. I was still rock hard and Katie seemed to have no intentions of releasing me from her body anyway.

"I love you Katie." I whispered into her ear. "I'll always love you."

Katie continued rocking her hips under me, as I continued thrusting slowly into her. A mixture of my cum and her juices began to pool beneath us, but we didn't care. We just kept making love to each other. Katie was still so wet and I was still as hard as when we first started. This perfection that was our bodies reacting to each other continued for another thirty minutes or so. Katie reached her peak a few more times. It was like time had no relevance. Neither one got puffed, tired or sore, neither one wanting this moment to end.

My second orgasm hit. I swelled inside my lovers pussy then delivered another load into her. Still I kept pumping myself into her, until a few minutes later Katie had another orgasm wash over her. I slowed my pace until her own crescendo passed. Once both had subsided I stopped moving inside her, just laying there for several minutes, my cock twitching, her pussy twitching. 

As much as I didn't want to break the spell, I finally pulled out of her. We didn't speak except to mouth 'I love you' to each other. We moved to one side of the bed faced each other and fell asleep holding hands. We'd look at furniture for our new house another time.

Soon our holiday would come to an end and we would have to travel back and face Kassy with our news.

To be continued.....



Lessons For Rob



My name is Diane, and I'm writing to tell you about my relationship with my nineteen-year-old stepson. His name is Rob, and I know that thirty-eight is considered young to be raising a nineteen year old, but I met Robs dad Patrick when I was nineteen, and walked into a ready-made family so to speak. Robs' mother moved out with another man about a month before I met Patrick, and she gave up all custody of Rob. You see, they adopted Rob. It's a little embarrassing writing about this, but Rob said it would make me feel less guilty, so I'll try to start from the beginning so you'll understand how it all started.

First of all, I grew up out west with my stepfather after he divorced my mother, and he was pretty liberal about my partying once I turned nineteen. I basically got away with murder, and I'm sure he carried me upstairs and put me to bed more than a few times when I came home drunk. I usually passed out after a couple of nightcaps, so it's no wonder I ended up pregnant by my boyfriend at the time, although we were very careful by always using a rubber. Anyway, I ended up having a miscarriage, and have always wanted to have another baby, but Patrick isn't sure he wants any more kids. 

My step dad always told me I reminded him of my mom, and that I was built like her to a tee. I certainly have her dark hair, although it's short now, and I also have her light blue eyes. I'm short like her too, at just over five foot six. I'm no runway model that's for sure, but I'm average enough looking to be a typical mom I guess. Although I do remember overhearing one of my stepfathers friends saying how attractive he thought I was. 

My stepfather never made me where a bra all the years I grew up with him, and I thought that was great. Which is probably why I still never wear one, or underwear for that matter. I've just always found them too uncomfortable. I can never find underwear with a crotch wide enough for me anyway, and they usually just ride right up, or slide off to one side on me. I guess I just have larger vaginal lips, or a wider crotch than most women do. I don't know. 

Anyway, thinking back, my stepfather must have found me attractive, because I have fairly large nipples that always look like they're hard just because they're longer. They're dark brown like my mothers, and I can remember my stepfather starring at them all the time when he thought I wasn't watching. Especially when I wore a tee shirt and made my nipples hard on purpose so they were really noticeable. I actually enjoyed teasing him a little by letting him stare at me while I pretended I didn't know he was looking. It was fun showing off to him and being the center of his attention all the time, and that's probably why he spoiled me so much and let me do whatever I wanted. The only thing I didn't like about getting really drunk though was the tender nipple hangovers I got the next day. I don't know if all women have tender nipples when they're hungover, but I sure did. Thankfully I outgrew that once I left home. 

I also remember bringing my stepdad towels after he showered, and he was usually half hard every time I saw him. He was really well hung, and I often fantasized, and had the sexiest, most realistic dreams about a big cock cumming inside me every time I got really drunk. Now I don't know if it actually feels the same way it did in my dreams, because all the men I've ever slept with have always worn a rubber. But it's my big turn on fantasy anyway, and I preferred larger men from the start. I've been able to take large men easily since the first time I had sex, so I guess that's why I prefer them. 

I should also mention my very strong sex drive, and I usually like to masturbate with my vibrator every morning, so I'm sure that didn't help my situation with Rob. He discovered I use a vibrator because he does most of the laundry, and he mentioned he saw it in my drawer one day when he was putting my clothes away. He was very understanding about it though, and not surprisingly, as he's very intelligent and mature when it comes to sex, and sexuality. 

I usually just wear my nightgown around the house during the day when I don't have to go out anywhere because I love the feel of thin nylon against my skin, and it's just nice and cool to wear. But I'm not sure if that had anything to do with Rob's attraction to me in the beginning or not. I know I have terrible eyesight for anything up close, but I remember asking him if he could see through my nightgowns and he said he couldn't see a thing. Some of my nightgowns are pretty thin though, and I suppose a few could be considered short for doing housework, but I always buy them in semi shear, and three-quarter length does cover my bum. Now that I think of it, the only time he sees me in a really low cut nightgown is when he gets behind on the laundry once in a while, but I'm sure my 34D boobs show enough cleavage in my regular ones if he really wanted to see anything. I've never noticed him looking at me in a sexual way, so I've never thought anything of it, and even if he saw a bit of my bare bum now and then, I didn't really care, or think about it for that matter. I've always thought my 38 inches hips were too fat to be that attractive. Although Rob did say I looked great one time because my waist was still around 30 inches.

Patrick works in the city during the week as a computer tech and only comes home on weekends, so our sex life has never been that great. Even when he's home, he always wants unprotected anal sex, and wants me to say, "Fuck my ass deep, you naughty boy," when I'm in the doggy position and he's humping away on me. I know it's a little weird, but he says it helps him get excited when I repeat it until he cums. It's the only time he lets me be vocal during sex without telling me to keep it down. He says I get the bed squeaking too much and I breath and moan too loud. I've always enjoyed being vocal during sex, and the antique bed we've always had can't help but squeak and bang the wall a bit when I have to go on top for more penetration. 

Patrick insists on using a rubber every time I go on top for vaginal sex, and he keeps a big box of them on the headboard right between the Kleenex and his jumbo tubes of KY. He knows I got pregnant once using a rubber, but he still says he's confident using them. I think he just prefers anal sex because it's tighter for him. I've actually gotten used to the anal sex, and enjoy it a lot now when I play with myself. Rob doesn't know about that part of our sex life though. His room is right across the hall from ours, but Patrick only leaves our bedroom door open a crack for air, and our bed lamps don't light up the hallway at all. Rob usually falls asleep as soon as he hits his pillow anyway, so I'm sure he's never heard us. Besides, Patrick turns the clock radio up a bit before I kick off the sheets and climb on top of him. 

I told Patrick one time how badly I wanted to have a baby before my maternal clock ran out, and how horny I was all the time when I was pregnant my first time, but it didn't seem to change his mind about wanting more kids. I'm not sure if Rob overheard the conversation or not, because he was right around the corner in the kitchen, and I didn't know he was downstairs at the time, so I was a little embarrassed when I saw him sitting there reading the paper.

I've never really tried to hide myself from Rob now that I think about it. Even after I shower and walk upstairs in the nude to dry off a bit. Many times I've accidentally run into him at the bottom of the stairs, or I'll walk in on him sorting laundry in my bedroom, but it's always very brief. I just laugh when I walk in and surprise him, and I usually just throw on a clean nightgown so I can help him finish sorting the piles. He's not that great at sorting colors, and he's had a couple of accidents putting my nightgowns in with the bleach loads. They're just faded a bit though, and thankfully I caught them before they went in again. But I still have to give him credit because he does try hard. 

I guess I never wanted Rob to grow up not knowing what a woman's body looked like because we lived out in the country, and he was home schooled by me, so he didn't get to meet many girls. In fact we still live out in the county, only on a 29-acre farm now, so he sees even less women than before. I'm sure it would be very boring for him staying at home with me every day if we didn't have the heated swimming pool out back.

Rob has become a bit of a heat fanatic too, ever since he turned eighteen or so, and always turns up the heat in the morning so the house is really warm. I guess it's a good thing I'm only in my nightgown, or I'd probably sweat to death. Patrick doesn't like it when I don't get dressed in the mornings though. I think he thinks that when you get up you should get fully dressed for the day, which is why he always orders me to go upstairs and put some clothes on. I've never felt that way though, so in a way I'm glad he's gone all week so I can just be myself.

Rob and I swim in the pool as much as we can so he can eventually teach me how to swim. But sometimes I swear I'll never get it. He wants to be a swim coach one-day, and he even bought me a beautiful bikini for my birthday. He couldn't give it to me on the day of my party though because it was on a Sunday, and he said it was still on order. It's a good thing too, because I know what Patrick would've thought if he'd seen it. It's made of white cotton material, and Rob said it'd be great for me to watch my figure with because it wouldn't stretch much. It almost looks like it was custom made because there are no tags on it anywhere, but he swears he ordered it from a store. The bottoms fit nice and snug, and might be a little low in the front for my pubic hair, but I know for me, it's hard to shop for that. Don't get me wrong though, it's not so low that I can't wear it in our private back yard. The crotch is nice and wide though, and cups me better than any suit I've ever tried on, so all I have to do is loose a bit of my lower stomach and I'm sure I'll look great in it. 

The top's another story. I mean it looks nice on me, even though the cups are just triangle shaped. But Rob says it's the latest style, and I deserved to wear the very best. The sides of my boobs aren't covered that much, but when he ties it up in the back for me, it's very comfortable. I pop out of it once in a while when we have water fights with the hose, but it's not like he hasn't seen brief flashes of my bare boobs before. 

The suit is really great for sun tanning on the back deck too, and I don't have to worry about keeping my legs together now when he rubs me down with sun block. Patrick still hasn't seen the suit, and I don't know if I want to show him because I really like it and want to keep wearing it. Besides, Rob's the only one that ever sees me in it anyway.

Thinking back, I'm not sure if I started looking at Rob in a sexual way, or if he started looking at me first. Either way, I think I began looking at him the day I bought him the lounging pants he wanted to wear around the house. They are more like spandex than I thought they'd be, but it's exactly what he wanted in the catalogue, and he just loves them. He never wears them when Patrick's home though, and thank god because they're pretty tight and show a lot when he gets a bit hard. I've always suspected he was pretty big from the bulge in his jeans, but I wasn't prepared for the first morning I saw him in them.

They show a lot of detail when his cock is semi hard down the side of his leg, and I could see his size so well, I actually found it hard to look away. He asked me to sit beside him on the bench in front of our computer like he always does to show me stuff, and I don't think I saw much besides his really thick cock. He is definitely bigger than most men but I never said anything to him, and I have to admit, I secretly enjoyed the show every morning for some time. I don't think I've learned very much on the computer since I bought him those pants. 

I can remember the first couple of times we had sex though like it was yesterday, even though it was over two months ago. I had no idea anything was going to happen at first, and no idea how sexy it was going to be for me. I certainly didn't plan it to happen or anything like that. It just did. I remember it was early on a Monday morning, and Patrick was getting ready to leave for work, and Rob and I were both in our housecoats having coffee at the kitchen table. I had just lit a cigarette when Patrick said he was ready to leave, so I set my smoke down and walked down the hall to see him off. Rob was right behind me and stopped to adjust the thermostat along the way. Patrick had dropped a bunch of papers on the floor so I bent over to gather them up before giving him a big kiss goodbye. Patrick and I didn't have sex that weekend because we were fighting over having more kids again. Rob was standing behind me the whole time, and I waved out the door before he followed me back to the table. We both sat and listened to the car warm up outside, and as soon as I heard it leave the driveway I asked him,

"Would you go and make sure the front door is locked for me?"

"Sure."

"I didn't lock it in case Patrick forgot something. You know how forgetful he is all the time. Mr. Alzheimer himself."

Rob walked down the hall towards the door, and I remember feeling super hot and sweaty, and before I heard him turn the dead bolt and hook up the new security chain, my housecoat was off.

I was wearing a nightgown of course, but one that I hadn't worn in quite a while. It was an old anniversary gift from Patrick, and I knew it was one of my sexier ones, but I had just thrown it on in the dark so I had something to wear under my housecoat. Somehow it was on top in my drawer, and I didn't really care because it was thin and low cut and I knew it would be cool. It was fairly worn for sure, but Rob had seen me in it many times before, and said it made me look thinner. I guess that's why I kept it.

I remember feeling cooler right away from the sweat evaporating under my boobs, and I watched Rob walk back to the table and could see he was already starting to get his usual morning erection by the tenting of his housecoat. He sat back down to finish his coffee, and I continued smoking, and I remember my boobs feeling really itchy, especially around my nipples. It was obviously from sweating, and Rob was looking out the window at the pool, so I started scratching them every time he looked away. Well the more I scratched the itchier they got for a while, and my nipples felt pretty hard by the time I was finished. Trouble was, I was also horny as hell, and could smell myself, and that made it worse. I don't know if most women smell as much as I do but I can sure notice it. Rob never seemed to notice though, and he suddenly asked,

"I know it's early, but can I give you your massage now?"

"Sure, I guess,... I picked up some new oil for you to try when I was in town yesterday."

"Oh good!"

Rob gives the best shoulder massages, and I just melt under his big long fingers. It's expensive buying the scented oils, but Patrick makes good money so it's money well spent. Besides, Rob says he also wants to be a massage therapist, and I'm the only person he has to practice on.

He got up from his chair and came around behind me and tilted my head back against his stomach. Then he slid off my shoulder straps and let them fall to my elbows just like every other time. My nightgowns always slide down a little, but never all the way because my boobs usually hold them up. I only hoped that he didn't smell me too much. He oiled up his hands and started at the top of my neck, and within seconds I was into my usual trance. He massaged me for at least fifteen minutes before he reached down to pull my straps back up. Now I didn't realize at the time just how far my nightgown had slid down until I felt him gently tug on it. I don't know if he noticed or not, but my nipples were still pretty hard, and he could have had a good show for a while. 

He sat back down and I lit another cigarette, and he started talking about sex again. I taught him everything he knows about sex when I home schooled him, but he always has questions, and we're casual talking about it. I believe the more detail he has about a woman's body and female anatomy, the better off he'll be. But I remember he ended up asking,

"So what different sizes of rubbers are there again?"

"Well, I don't know, there's small, medium and large, why?"

"I was just wondering, because, if I don't have one when I get the chance to have sex with a girl, can I still do it?"

"Well you could, but you'd have to have a lot of control so you didn't cum before you pulled out, and from what I know, that takes lots of practice."

"Well I have pretty good control when I jerk off, but I was wondering,... could I try sex with you to practice my control, so I don't have an accident when the time comes?"

I just about fell off my chair when he said that, and all I could think to say was,

"I'm like, your mother in case you forgot. Do you have an Oedipus complex or something?"

"No, uh, I don't think so. I just want to try it with you first, to practice, that's all."

"Well I have to think about this."

I still didn't know what to say, and quickly tried to change the subject.

"Will you help me strip the beds later? I want you to start the laundry before noon today so I can read my book in peace and quiet this afternoon."

"Sure."

I don't know what I was thinking, but asking him to help with the beds was probably the worst thing I could have asked because that's when we usually started play fighting, and tickling each other on the beds just for fun. It always helped pass the time when we did housework together.

"OK mom, let's go."

"What, right now?

"Ya." 

"Ok, just let me throw some clothes on first."

"No don't bother, let's just go do it."

"No, I should put some clothes on. It'll only take a second."

"You don't have to. Dad's gone, so don't worry about it."

"Ok then, let's go."

I took two drags off my smoke and put it out, and he followed me down the hall. He was right behind me as I started up the stairs when he said,

"You know mom,... I know you're not like my real mom or anything. But you know how I've always called you mom since I was little, and I've always considered you to be my mom because, well technically you raised me.

"Rob, what are you getting at?"

"Well, can I tell you something personal?"

I stopped halfway up the stairs and smiled back at him.

"Sure, you can tell me anything." 

"Well, I don't know how to say this but, well,... you've just got the sexiest ass, ever."

I just smiled back in total surprise.

"How can you say that with my fat hips?"

"Well, you might think you're a little big mom, but believe me, your ass is still the perfect shape. It's so sexy you have no idea. It's even sexier in your bikini."

"Oh Rob, your just trying to make me feel better."

"No mom, I'm serious. Your ass is the perfect width, and has the best curves around your hips. It's totally firm looking too. You might not think it's sexy, but it's sexier than any asses in my porn magazines."

"Oh really?"

"God ya, and when you bend over in your nightgown,... man, I get super horny."

"What?"

"Big time. You don't know this, but every time you vaccume, or bend over to pick up my stuff, I have to go jerk off in the bathroom."

"You're kidding me?"

"It's either that or stare at you and try to hide my hard on all day."

"Really?" 

"What's even sexier is the space between your legs when you walk."

"What do you mean? How can that be sexy?"

"I don't know,... just the wide width of your crotch I guess. It's just nice and wide, and some mornings it's all I think about."




Lessons For Rob



"Well I guess I'm flattered you feel that way, but..."

I didn't know what to say, and continued on up the stairs. But I was still horny as hell, and wasn't sure what was going to happen when we got into my bedroom, and I certainly didn't expect what did.

I walked into the bedroom and around the foot of the bed, and suddenly realized he wasn't kidding at all. He had a hard on already, and his hand was in his housecoat pocket holding it down. I automatically pretended like I didn't notice, and leaned over the bed to gather up the sheets. What I forgot was the nightgown I was wearing was so low cut it barely covered my swaying boobs when I bent over. So I'm sure he had a really good look from across the bed before I asked him, 

"Could you come around here and hold up the mattress while I try to undo the sheet clip? I love satin sheets every night, but these new clips are a bugger to undo."

He came around and got down on his knees behind me to hold it up, but my ass was right beside his face the whole time I tried to unhook it. When I finally got it off, he dropped the mattress and stood up and pushed me backward onto the corner of the bed. The bottom of my nightgown flew up around my waist as I landed, and my legs were automatically spread in the air. He had a really good look at me from the waist down, and he just stared and smiled. At first I thought he was horsing around again, but I looked down and saw his totally hard cock sticking out the front of his housecoat. It was like the most raging hard on I've ever seen, and it was pointing right at my swollen mound. He quickly grabbed my ankles and dragged me towards him until my ass was at the edge of the bed. My nightgown slid up further to my boobs, and I could feel my face getting red, and I wasn't sure what to do. So I asked him, 

"Just how big are you anyway?"

"Around seven and a half inches when I'm hard."

He had to be at least that, and a lot thicker in the shaft than I imagined now that I saw him totally hard. His shaft was wider near the base, tapering out nicely, and his balls looked unusually large from what I could see. My face was getting redder by the second. But I was also getting horny as hell just from starring at him. His pubic hair looked really coarse and bristly, and I just found that super sexy for some reason.

"Are you sure you want to do this Rob?"

"God ya, can we do it now?"

"Well just a minute. If we do it, nobody can find out, and I mean nobody."

"Don't worry mom, I won't tell a soul."

"I don't know, maybe we shouldn't. This doesn't feel right."

"That's ok, no one will know except us mom, I promise."

"I don't know, I'm nervous."

"Come on mom, I just want to practice with you, that's all. It'll be ok, you don't have to worry about a thing."

"OK, but you can't cum inside me. I definitely don't have any rubbers that'll fit you, so you'll have to pull out fast when you're ready, and just cum on my stomach or something. OK?"

"No problem. You sure smell nice."

"Oh, you like the way I smell?"

"God ya, it makes me really horny."

At first I couldn't believe what I was about to let him do. But we were both so horny, and it was really all his idea. I felt sorry for him too, and I couldn't help wondering if there wasn't a better time or place to let him practice with me without any interruptions, but I couldn't think of one. And I have to admit, starring at his huge cock really fed my fantasy, and my vagina was oozing wet, and I could feel it contracting like it had a mind of it's own.

He let go of one ankle and grabbed his cock and started to jerk it a few times, and I swear it got even harder. Then he started to rub the head of it up and down my slit, trying to part my pubic hair. He rubbed it beside my clit a few times and I couldn't help but moan out loud. He seemed to like the fact that he was turning me on so much. Then he said,

"I love your pubic hair. It's nice and long."

"I usually trim it once in a while, but it's a bit of a chore sometimes."

"Well don't trim it anymore. I like it."

"Really? I thought men liked less hair."

"God no, not me. I like it long. It's way sexier, and it makes your mound look bigger, and nice and high."

"Actually, it's not just my hair that's making it higher."

I was more than ready for him to start fucking me, and I could tell he didn't know how to start because he seemed to be having fun just rubbing the head of his cock around my clitoris, driving me totally crazy. Then he asked, 

"Can I see your boobs while we do it?"

I hesitated at first, and thought, what the heck. It seemed like a small thing to show him, compared to what he was about to do. So I lifted the front of my nightgown up and suddenly realized what he wanted to see. My nipples were standing at attention, and he couldn't take his eyes off them as he slipped off his housecoat.

"Ok, now you have to go down lower before you can push in.

"How far?" 

Keep going,... a little more,...right there. Ohh, right there. That's my vagina. Can you feel it?"

"Ya, you sure are wet. Do all women get this wet?"

"I suppose. Now push in slowly at first, so you can lubricate yourself bit by bit. Yes,... pop it in and out. Ohhh god, yes,nice and slow now. You don't have to rush."

"Maybe you shouldn't go in all the way in case you have an accident and can't pull out fast enough."

"I'm only half way in mom. I'm Ok."

"Oh, well just be careful,... my doctor said I'm definitely still fertile."

Well all of a sudden it was like a gun went off, and he quickly laid on top of me, pushing in deeper while sucking my nipples hard, bobbing from one boob to the other. He was almost in all the way, when he started fucking me like he knew what he was doing. I was so horny I got worried, because I didn't want him to see me cumming my brains out, let alone think I was enjoying it as much as I was. The bed was squeaking and hitting the wall louder than ever, and it just made me hornier.

"Don't go any deeper, you're up against my cervix now. That's far enough!"

I wrapped my legs around his hips in an attempt to control his thrusts and maybe slow down how horny I was getting at the same time. But he changed his angle once he stopped sucking my nipples, and started thrusting downward and his pubic hair was rubbing against my clitoris even more.

I was breathing hard and moaning louder at that point, and our lips accidentally brushed together a couple of times when our eyes were closed, and it really turned me on. I figured I'd just let him kiss me so he'd get as horny as I was and hopefully finish faster. But when I turned my head, my open mouth brushed his lips again, and he kissed me deeply. I instantly knew I was in trouble because he was an incredible kisser, and I didn't want him to stop. The trouble was, I was so close to cumming, I had to turn my head and brake away.

"You'd better stop Rob, I'm going to cum any second."

"I'm almost ready too, just a little more though. I'll go slow for a bit."

He only stopped for a second before he started thrusting again. His thrusts were a little slower, but a lot firmer, as he continued kissing me hard. I knew if he didn't finish soon, it was going to be orgasm supreme for me.

Sure enough, he kept up the pace, and I lost it big time. I instinctively started humping towards him, and he pushed his cock in deeper for me to contract on as soon as my hips started to shake. I couldn't stop kissing him, and he must have known I was cumming hard because he continued to push in firmly, to let me know he wasn't going to stop until I was finished. I shook uncontrollably, and came harder than I can remember. I even peed myself a little, and lost my breath towards the end. Then he whispered to me,

"Did you cum good?"

"God yes, stop now,... I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You didn't cum did you?"

"No not yet, I'm practicing making the woman cum first like you taught me."

"God,... I taught you well. I can't believe you didn't cum."

"I almost did, but I want to see something first."

He quickly pulled out, stood up, and dragged me by my ankles back to the corner of the bed. He stood between my legs and his cock was as hard as it could be, just glistening in the sunlight from the window. He pushed it down and entered me again but only about half way, before he slowly pulled out a bit.

"I like how your vagina grabs on to me and stretches out so far. Like it doesn't want to let go."

"It always stretches out like that, probably more because you're bigger and tighter."

"Can I push in all the way again before I pull out to cum?"

"OK, if you have to. But be careful."

"I will mom, don't worry."

"Ok, that's far enough."

"Am I at your cervix?"

"Yes, you're right up against it."

"Well I'm not all the way in yet. I still have a bit to go."

"Yes well that's far enough. If you cum right now you'll shoot right into my womb. Remember, my cervix is just an opening, and mine dilates easily so hurry up and do your thing."

He thrust in and out a few more times and pulled out and laid his cock on my mound. Then he grabbed my knees and pulled my legs together and started thrusting between my thighs and through my pubic hair. All I could see was the tapered head of his cock poking in and out of my pubic hair. Then he made a final thrust, and I felt his hips start to tremble. I could feel his balls against my ass, and he just stared at my tits and started cumming all over me. His first two shots went right up to my cleavage, and his third squirt laid a thick line across my stomach. I never saw a man cum so much in my life. He must have been super horny from starring at my tits.

He pulled my legs apart and pulled back and said,

"Don't worry mom, I'll clean you up in no time."

"Well thanks. I can't really move around much. I can see I'll have to stock up on Kleenex if you cum like this every time."

He reached for the Kleenex and cleaned me up while I just laid still and fell asleep. I always feel sleepy after cumming my brains out, and when he woke me up about an hour later, he had breakfast all ready for us downstairs.

I just lounged around the house in my nightgown for the rest of the day and watched TV, and read most of my book. Rob chopped some wood and went for a swim and came in to watch a movie, and we didn't talk about it at all. It was strange really. We both acted like nothing had happened between us, and talked normally to each other like it was just another day.

After supper, Rob complained about nothing being on TV, so he went out and rented a movie for us to watch. While he was out I had the idea to go up to his room to see just what kind of sexy asses there were in his magazines, and I ended up finding a lot more under his bed than I thought I would. He had magazines all right, but they were all of older women with younger guys, and one of the centerfolds showed this young guy giving it to this older woman that looked a lot like me from behind. He also had a copy of that movie that came out a few years ago about the college kid that came home to take care of his mother and ended up sleeping with her. I knew then that he was probably too far-gone after letting him fuck me the way he did, and he probably had the Oedipus complex in a big way.

After we watched the movie he rented I told him,

"I'm pretty tired tonight Rob. I think I'll go to bed now."

"OK mom, I'm pretty tired myself. I'll just catch the end of this show."

I got up and leaned over the couch to kiss him goodnight, and he reached up under my arms to hug me, and his hands felt right up the sides of my boobs. I was too tired to notice at first but I didn't say anything, thinking he just accidentally got a good feel for the night.

I woke up early the next morning and went down to go to the bathroom and decided it was too early to get up, so I went back to bed. I only slept for maybe an hour more before I woke up again and started thinking about what we had done. I was so horny, and came so hard, I got horny all over again just thinking about it. I reached down between my legs and rubbed myself for a few seconds when I heard Rob go down to the bathroom. Then he came back upstairs and stuck his head in the door and smiled.

"Morning' mom."

"Oh,... good morning!"

"Did you sleep good?"

"Yes did I ever, thank you."

"Good, because I have an idea I want to try."

He entered my room and quickly slid under the covers beside me before I could say a word. He was naked and already half hard, and I knew right away he was up to no good. He reached over and started rubbing his hand on my hip, and up and down the side of my leg, and I was about to tell him if he wanted to practice control again he'd have to wait until I bought some rubbers that fit him. But before I could get a word out he said,

"I want to try practicing again, but this time in doggy style. Then I can go deeper, and pull out faster when I'm ready, so it won't be near as risky."

I just smiled.

"Oh really? I don't think..."

"Ya, and I can pull out and cum on your bum every time. But it'll be barely a drop from now on."

"Ya right. Only a drop? I saw how much you came yesterday, and it was no drop. I should..."

"No mom listen. I only came that much because I hadn't cum in a few days. If I cum right now it'll just be a drop, because it takes me days to build up that much."

"Ya right, your dad can cum two times a day. Although, not as much."

"Ya well that's because all men are different. I always take a few days, and if I cum now there won't be anything, you'll see. It'll be almost as safe as using a rubber if we practice every day, or even every other day. Trust me."

"I don't know Rob, I find that hard to believe."

"Well it's true, you'll see. If I cum every day or every other day it's hardly anything. I'm just weird that way. Plus if we do it doggy style I can stay in right until I'm about to cum. Then you'll get to feel me throb a bit inside you. You won't have to worry though because it just means I'm getting ready to cum, and I'll be able to pull out in plenty of time because you'll be in the doggy position."

"Well,... if you promise you won't make a huge mess all over my back?"

"I promise, you'll see."

We were already naked, and I was so horny I couldn't say no if I wanted to. He stuck his head under the covers and sucked my nipples as hard as he could get them, and then he gave me a kiss and said,

"OK mom, let's do it."

He threw back the covers and told me to get on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, and I only hoped my ass wasn't too smelly from going to the bathroom, but I always wipe myself good. He told me to rest my head on the pillow as he grabbed the Kleenex off the headboard and set it on the bed beside him. My head was down and to the side, but I looked back to sneak a peak of his cock before it disappeared behind me. He was really hard again. Like raging hard as the first time, sticking straight out beside my leg. I could see his balls better too from the side, and they looked even bigger.

He grabbed my hips and told me to move back a bit further into the middle of the bed. I spread my legs and he put two Kleenex on the mattress between them and said,

"This is in case you pee a bit again."

"I only peed last time because I came so hard when you wouldn't stop."

"That's ok mom, you're going to like it just as much this time, I promise."

God, I couldn't wait for him to start pumping into me, and I just knew I was in for another incredible morning fuck. I still felt really guilty about it though, but super horny at the same time. It was really strange feeling that way, but I kept telling myself it was all just for his control practice, and he needed it.

He started to rub the head of his cock up and down my slit again, making that slurping sound, and told me to spread my legs further apart. I did, and he pushed the head of his cock in a few times just to tease the hell out of me.

"God your ass smells nice. Your hips look nice and wide in this position too. You wouldn't believe how sexy you are right now."

"Well it shouldn't take you very long to cum then if you're hanging onto my ass right in front of you."

"We'll see, I still have to practice control and make sure you cum first."

I was so wet I could feel it, and he started thrusting into me right away, like he was in a big hurry to get in. He was probably worried I'd change my mind at the last second or something, and had no idea I couldn't wait for him to start. He was all the way in and pushing up against my cervix in no time because I was pretty stretched out from the day before. Then I felt a cool drop right over my asshole.

"You little bugger, what are you doing back there?"

"Don't worry mom, you'll love it."

He must have grabbed the KY when he got the Kleenex, and squeezed out a glob between my ass cheeks and right over my asshole. Then he started to penetrate my ass with his fingers, and I couldn't tell how many fingers he was using but it was nice and tight. I moaned out loud as he pushed deeper into my ass, reaming me out while he fucked me. His balls were slamming into my clitoris, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ohh.. Rob. Don't stop!"

I had never been double penetrated before and I just loved it. He started to speed up his thrusts, and I could feel his balls getting sticky wet. I pushed back into him as much as I dared and started to shake and cum as hard as I did the first time. I even peed a bit again on the Kleenex.

When I was done, he slowly pulled his fingers out, and all I could think of was how good he felt inside me. Like we were made for each other. Or it was just my groggy after orgasm fantasy, I don't know.

"How was that one mom?"

"God... you're getting better."

"I want to make you cum again, only harder this time."

I've always been multi orgasmic, but I don't think he knew that. Anyway, I couldn't wait for his next attempt, but I was worried he was going to cum any minute as well.

He reached down beside the Kleenex and grabbed one of Patrick's rubbers while his cock was still inside me. He rolled it over his two middle fingers and made like a webbed pocket between them and told me to spread my legs a bit more. I did, and he leaned forward and reached around under my stomach and started to rub my clitoris between his fingers. It felt incredible, like I was fucking a lubricated hole or something, and I knew it wasn't going to take me long to cum again. He started fucking me hard at the same time, and I just lost it. I had never had an orgasm like that into a rubber, and it felt so good I didn't think it was going to stop. My whole body shook the bed, so he must have known how hard I was cumming. It was the longest orgasm I'd ever had.

After that I was so spent I was ready to collapse. But I knew he still had to cum, so I said,

"OK, I hope you enjoy yours as much as I did mine."

"Just hold still now. I won't take long."

He leaned over me and reached up and grabbed my left boob. He started squeezing my nipple between his fingers as he pulled my ass towards him with his right hand on my hip.

"I need to go a little deeper now, just to get the whole feeling, so hold still."

"You just be damn careful!"

"Don't worry. Arch your back a little more if you can."

I arched all the way, and raised my ass as far as I could for him, while he pushed in further, and I could feel my cervix under pressure from the head of his cock. He was pushing with steady pressure, like he was trying to get in as deep as possible, and I thought it was pretty risky so I tried to pull away but I couldn't reach the edge of the mattress to get a grip.

"Hold still mom, I'm almost there."

I was practically straddling his thighs with my legs spread as far as they could, and as the pressure eased it felt really good. Almost like he penetrated my cirvix and was a little bit stuck inside me. God it was sexy as hell. But then I got worried again.




Lessons For Rob



"Your too deep Rob, you should pull out a bit."

"Just hold still mom or you'll make me cum."

I decided it was best to let him have his way, because I sure as hell didn't want him to cum at that point. I don't know if he was pushing into my womb or not, but it sure felt like it.

"OK, squeeze your vagina tighter now. I'm going to cum pretty soon."

I squeezed nice and tight, and thought I'd at least try to speed things up. So I pushed my ass into him more and started whispering,

"Yes, give it to me. Ohh,....Rob, just give it to me."

All of a sudden he pulled my ass harder against him, and I felt his legs and hips start to tremble, and his cock started throbbing hard inside me, four or five times. Now I don't know if it was my groggy after orgasm fantasy that he was really cumming inside me or not, but I just went with the flow without really thinking about it. It was like my fantasy just came to life, and each throb and thrust felt like a wave of warmth deep inside me as I continued to push my ass into him. Then he held still for a second or two before slowly pulling out and laying his cock up the crack of my ass. He thrust a couple of times between my ass cheeks and through the excess KY, but accidentally penetrated my asshole because I was already so lubricated.

"Uh, Rob?"

"Oh, sorry mom. I wasn't watching."

"That's OK. I was probably just too wet. It's not your fault."

"Oh... ya, sorry. I didn't realize it until I was half way in. It sure feels nice with the KY though."

"Yes well, it feels good, but it's pretty tight for you to just thrust in. Make sure you pull out nice and slow." 

I looked back as he took his time pulling out, and it sure felt like he was more than half way in. When he finally pulled out I saw a small dribble of cum on the end of his cock as he pushed it straight up between my ass cheeks again.

"Are you sure you didn't cum inside me when you told me to squeeze my vagina tight?"

"No, I'm sure. See, just a drop like I said."

"Yes I see that, but it sure as hell felt like you came when you were inside me. It felt like you came a lot, right after you told me to squeeze tight!"

"No I didn't mom, honest. I already told you it would feel like that just before I cum, and it'll feel that way every time I practice from now on, you'll see."

"OK, but you better not have an accident, or we'll have to get you some rubbers."

"You worry too much. Don't move now until I get some Kleenex, OK, put your head down and arch your back... good. Now hold it there, I need to wipe you some more. Arch your back again. There, you cleaned up easy."

Actually, I could feel my vagina oozing wet from cumming so hard, and he had to wipe me a few times. He's never lied to me though so I believed him. He's always been a very careful and precise person about everything he does. Although it doesn't explain why I'm so wet during the day. Rob says it's because I'm getting a good workout, and he's probably right. All I know is he always wants to do it doggy style now, and we've been practicing the same way ever since.

He's gotten brave lately too, because he started practicing when Patrick's home on the weekends. He waits for Patrick to go downstairs in the morning for a shower after he's had anal sex with me, and he sneaks over into our room and fucks me until we hear the shower shut off. He knows how horny I am in the morning, so he knows he can jump me right away without wasting any time. It's a good thing he doesn't cum much, or he wouldn't have time to clean me up sometimes, although it still feels like he's shooting a load inside me, which is actually sexy as hell when I fantasize that he might be. I know it's a naughty thought, but just fantasizing that he's cumming inside me really turns me on. I've never told him that though.

I prefer letting Rob practice when Patrick goes outside to cut firewood with the chainsaw, or to drive the tractor around the field. I can hear him working outside, and I can flirt a lot more before I decide it's time to go upstairs. I also don't have to worry about being quiet. I hate to admit it, but I like to tease Rob on purpose now since he started practicing with me, just to get him super horny so he can build better control.

Patrick wants us all to go up to our cabin at the lake next week, but Rob reminded him about the painting we have to finish up there. Patrick's allergic to paint fumes, so he told Rob he could go up with me first for a couple of days to finish it off, and we could call him when we're done. Rob thought that was a great idea, and my face went so red I had to leave the room.

When I came back I heard Patrick telling Rob, 

"If you pound a few more posts into your mothers garden, and work up a good sweat, you and mom can stay at the cabin a few extra days after I go back to work next week."

Rob just smiled and said,

"For sure dad, I'm getting pretty good at pounding posts into moms garden, and she always helps me out whenever I get stuck.

I just about died listening from the other room.

Turns out, Rob and I are leaving in two days and heading up in the van. Patrick wants me to bring the KY and rubbers up with me in case he forgets to bring them when he comes. I just have to bring a couple of extra sheets for the mattress in the van so Patrick can sleep in it for a couple of nights while the paint fumes go away. God I can't wait.

I haven't told anyone the good news yet though, except Rob. I've missed my last two periods, and I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant! I haven't told Patrick yet either, but he said a rubber broke one time a while ago, but it just tore a bit on the side. Just goes to show you never know I guess. I'm really excited about it though, and Rob swears it definitely isn't his because he always uses good control. I told him I wanted him around the house to help with the extra laundry that we were going to have, and he could stay home and take his college courses online next spring. I also let it slip that I would love to have more kids after this one, and he just smiled and said,

"You never know mom, it could happen. Now that you're wetter all the time like you say, maybe it helps you to get pregnant easier."

He may be right. But whatever we're doing, we'll definitely continue for as long as he feels he needs the practice. I just happen to enjoy it as much as he does, but I can't let him know that. I play pretty hard to get most of the time, but he usually ends up getting what he wants when he finishes all the chores I ask him to do.

I have a surprise for him though once we get up to the cabin. I'm going to let him cum inside me from now on every time he practices. Just as long as I'm pregnant that is, so it won't be as messy. I'm sure he'll enjoy shooting his load into me, knowing I'm letting him. Just the thought of letting him cum inside me for real gets me horny as hell. I can't wait! It'll be the most fun we've ever had at the cabin.



Lessons for the Teacher



As the warm winds of May hinted at approaching summer, most members of Miss Walker's senior class were more distracted than ever, their young minds wandering far from her grammatical illustrations on the chalkboard. Julie Walker, age 26, was still freshly dedicated to her field and pursued its aspirations in earnest, but had always found it a struggle to assume control of her high-school subjects; her tone of authority was undermined by her petite stature, which left her physically smaller than many of her charges. And it seemed that when she did get their attention, anyone's attention for that matter, they were generally distracted by her stunning figure, something she endeavored to conceal with prim, loose-fitting outfits, just as she hid the long silkiness of her blond hair in a carefully coiffured bun. 

Despite these measures, most people continued to regard her as merely a cute little girl, an ineffectual little girl, she thought, just as her father always had. But she was undaunted in spirit, determined to show them all that she could get it right. Still, on that day especially, her gerunds and participles held near-zero interest for her class, all apparently daydreaming of dates and cars and games of sport. This was frustrating for Miss Walker, so she cast her anxious eyes about to find a volunteer for the blackboard. Ah...there, Billy Sullivan, a typical jock who had yet to display a serious attitude toward learning, despite the fact that he had just turned 18 and was certainly college bound in the fall. Even now he appeared to have his mind occupied with looking up the short skirt of the girl sitting two desks back from him. Really, how many times has he dropped that pen anyway? He'd do. "Mr. Sullivan, would you come to the board, please...Mr. Sullivan?"

The football hero jumped back around in his chair, startled and near dumbstruck. "Uh, Miss Walker?"

"Yes, Mr. Sullivan?" 

Billy squirmed in his chair. "Uh, you want me to come up there...now?"

"Please, Mr. Sullivan." 

Slowly the young player rose from his desk. A bit hunched over was he, clumsily clutching his textbook close to him and presenting quite a contrary demeanor for the tall, boisterous athlete who bounded through the hallways with a powerful, cocky stride. Upon meekly passing through the titters of his classmates, Billy picked up a piece of chalk with one hand, the other balancing the book against his waist. 

"You shouldn't need your textbook for this, Mr. Sullivan." Julie was growing impatient. "Here, let me set that down for you," she insisted, prying the book from his fingers to reveal to her and the startled class his quite obvious erection. Soft gasps and sharp laughs sounded as Miss Walker herself was wide-eyed and quite speechless, her mouth gaping. Billy spun back around to the board did his best to conceal his overture in tight jeans. Finally the friendly imps of his fate rang the 2:30 bell, and 24 teenagers displayed the gamut of their generation's emotions while rushing out the door to their next hour of boredom. Once the classroom had emptied to the student and the teacher, Miss Walker regained her composure somewhat. "Are you alright?" She slowly approached the nervous young man holding himself against the board, the chalked words impressing the sleeves of his letter jacket. 

"I...can't go out there," Billy whispered loudly. "Not like this."

Julie took a step back. "Why don't you sit over her in my chair? Wait until things...calm down." She turned her a head a bit from him to indicate she wouldn't look. 

"Thank you, Miss Walker." Billy was grateful, hurriedly accepting her offer and hiding behind her desk. 

"Just stay in here as long as you need, Billy. There won't be a class here next period." The English instructor quickly picked up her books and crossed the room to leave the poor boy in his rightful solitude. 

"Uh...Miss Walker?" Billy moaned under his breath to pause his teacher's retreat. "I don't think it'll go down...by itself."

Julie closed the heavy door to the busy hallway, and the silence resounded. Then, in afterthought, she set the lock to prevent any additional disturbance for the boy. With reservation in her step, she returned to the student's side to see if she could render some sort of assistance. When she stood before the boy with concern in her eyes, he raised his head and parted his arms to display his bottleneck. Pointing toward his belt buckle, the erection seemed to be providing more angle than his tight jeans should permit. It looked terribly uncomfortable to the instructor. "Well...Mr. Sullivan, er, what would you usually do?" She lifted her brow in a shrug. 

"Ah...you know." Billy imitated slightly with his right hand. 

Miss Walker leaned inward a bit with her hands on her knees. "Well, Billy," she whispered, "that's just what you should do. I'll go guard the door." She added a wink to assure her discretion. Billy stiffened more in his seat. 

"Oh, I couldn't do that, Miss Walker. Not here. Not me. I'd be too embarrassed. If anybody ever found out...no, no way!"

"Won't it just go away on its own?" the teacher asked in hope. 

Billy shook his head with conviction. "No, no. Something has to be done. It hurts, you know? It hurts really bad."

Julie did know, as both her boyfriends of college explained the horrible pain of denied erections, and the possible risk of testicular cancer as a result. She remembered the agony they went through and the manual help of hers they desperately enlisted. Of course, her last beau wanted more, much more, taking advantage of her beach party inebriation and the scant defenses of her bathing suit to swiftly rob her of her sweet chastity. Julie learned then to maintain a safe distance from men, as least until she had proven her own abilities and commanded the respect due any adult professional As a professional, then, she had to handle this awkward situation with her top concern being the welfare of her student, sitting pitifully with an anguished face, his swollen shame forming a great rippled ridge beneath the tight denim. The teacher reviewed the predicament. "Your pants are probably too tight...restricting the blood flow. Perhaps if you loosened them." Billy needed no convincing, and hurriedly fumbled with his belt and button fly to release the white cotton bulge beneath, springing out as a snow ridge even more pronounced. Julie was still taking in that vision when the teen abruptly tugged his briefs down as well, and there it was, out in the open. Julie was certain it was much larger and even better formed than the ones those college men had spent in her hands. And, unlike those jerks, her student was just a helpless boy needing only compassion and understanding. 

"Can you do something?" Billy entreated her with his puppy dog eyes. Miss Walker took a deep breath of inner strength. 

"I'll see if I can, Billy." With that she knelt beside the standing boy sitting in the chair. With another breath of resolve she took hold of him, gently at first, as it appeared so sore. Then in bittersweet remembrance she duplicated her collegiate technique, encircling the thick shaft with her thumb and index finger, and, upon assuming a good grip, moving her hand up and down in somewhat a regular motion. 

"Ouch! That hurts!" 

Julie immediately ceased her mechanical action. "Oh, my God! I'm sorry!"

"It's just too dry," Billy explained. "You, uh, need to spit in your hand." He smiled sheepishly. Julie thought she understood. 

"For lubrication, right?" she confirmed in a lower voice. 

"Oh, yeah. That's the only way. Otherwise...it hurts too much."

The teacher brought her hand up close to her face, and politely spat into it, slightly embarrassing herself with the display. Then spreading the spittle over her palm, Julie resumed her stroking, now eliciting low moans from Billy. "Yeah," he whispered, then piped up with a suggestion. "But twist your hand around it more, squeeze it more. Rub the head with your thumb." His nonchalant instructions surprised Julie, but strangely held store for her. 

"Like this?" she made sure, seeking an efficiency which would take her sooner to her overdue paperwork. 

"Yeah, that's it," Billy approved. "Yeah, rub that more with your thumb." The teacher followed his commands, musing over the relatively soft rubberiness of the head compared to the stiff and ever harder shaft, which seemed to have grown another inch in her hand. But Billy became upset again. "No, this is too weird," he blurted out. "You're my teacher. I can't...I can't get off in front of you." 

Julie was stumped. "I'm trying my best to help you, Billy." 

The resourceful jock had an idea. "Maybe if I closed my eyes, and pretended you were my girlfriend. That might work." 

"Sure, Billy, " Miss Walker spoke in a voice intending to calm. "That would be fine." The boy closed his eyes as he named, then blindly reached out to stroke his teacher's shoulder, his hand deftly slipping down over the starched cotton to explore the firm swell of her breasts. Julie wasn't expecting that, but she understood that the familiarity might help in putting him at ease. She increased her throttle, working the taut flesh up and down, sliding it in and out of her small fist as Billy attempted in vain to encompass her magnificent breast with the span of his hand. Julie felt sweat beading upon her temples. 

"It's dry again," Billy announced. "It needs more spit. But you can just spit right on it, that's better." Julie frowned at the lengths of this ordeal, but knew she best oblige to bring an end to the situation. She leaned in over the ballooning red knob in her fist to drop an air parcel of saliva, but it hung above the target in a thick stream, ever so slowly stretching down into a glimmering thread which finally drew a thin, spiral bead on the penis' aching tip. Julie spread over him what she could collect of the moisture, but he halted her resumed stroking. "That's not enough. You need to spit on it again. Spit on it!" As she drew back from his domineering attitude, Julie noticed the boy had furtively undone the buttons of her loose blouse, even opening it to expose her simple brassiere and extraordinary breasts. His hand was already upon the right cup. 

"Billy!" Julie exclaimed. "You shouldn't do that!" She blushed for the first time with him. 

"I have to, I have to...it helps," Billy defended, squeezing all he could of the expanse of her bare cleavage. "But spit on it, spit on it now!" he ordered frantically. Julie responded automatically, sucking up all the saliva she could from her mouth, but on release the stream again held in a viscous string. "Get your head closer," the young athlete commanded. Julie obeyed, lowering herself and the head-held glob, thus achieving greater spittle coverage which she judiciously applied before returning to a steady rhythm with her slick hand, now looking even tinier moving up and down his big dick. Julie began to suspect that a large instrument such as his would most likely cause an equally large mess (that brought back memories), and she decided it was a good thing her blouse was open to escape any stray drops. Oh, now Billy had both hands on her breasts, lifting them in their bra and pressing their firm domes together. Julie worked on, fluid movements in regular time, trying to ignore the fact that she could feel her nipples hardening, hoping it would not become so obvious as it usually - Oh! Billy's thumbs had found them, rolling them, oh! now pinching them, tighter. Julie jerked him faster, her small fist squeezing more, then suddenly she noticed the boy's straining erection developing a distinct rise in temperature. "Oh...oh," the boy moaned. "Oh, it's almost there...don't stop...oh...oh...spit...more spit! Closer, more spit...please...it hurts!" 

Julie moved in as he told her, her face just inches from the straining tip of his angry manhood, then parted her puckered lips to drop another wet bomb. But before the wash could spill, Billy grabbed Julie by the back of her head, pushing her down and himself into her surprised mouth. "Uhnmmmph," was all Julie's throat could voice, but even if her mouth hadn't been suddenly crammed full with the boy's fat cock, she would be speechless still. That had certainly never happened to her before. Her reaction was lulled by shock, but when her senses returned and she attempted to push herself away from his lap, she soon discovered the strength of arms that threw winning touchdown passes and boastfully performed chin-ups for the appreciative schoolgirls. Billy secured his grip on her with a fistful of the soft, blond bun coming loose in his hand, forcing her head to bob up and down on him at an unrelenting pace. As the powerful piston of hard flesh pumped in and out of her mouth, Julie felt totally helpless, unable to get free or even scream. The student had become the master, and all she could do was let it happened, just submit to that big thing sliding into her mouth, tapping its soft mallet against the back of her throat. "Thank you, Miss Walker! Thank you, Miss Walker!" Billy cried out as his dick jerked and spurted inside his English teacher's drooling mouth. He shoved her face down further while arching upward with his hips, entering her head to the hilt, holding her there at the absolute limit, rock still, fingers clutching her captive hair, until another spasm tossed a double dollop across the last remaining space in her throat. Not until he was certain the last drop had been delivered to its gagging destination did Billy release his death grip from his teacher's head and settle back into his seat with a great spewing of breath. 

Julie at once pulled her head off of him, nearly toppling to the linoleum floor as tears ran out of her eyes and copious amounts of sperm fell from her gasping, slack jaws. Her hand shot out to the ancient tile floor for support, but instead found a slick splotch of the boy's semen, which caused the butt of her palm to slide and threaten her balance. Once she was able to sit back on her flushed round bottom, Julie brought her cleaner hand to her cheek, promptly noting the teen's cum on her chin, running down her neck and onto her heaving breasts. On her knees Julie slowly crawled to her purse beside the desk, and then fumbled inside until she located the white handkerchief her grandmother had given her. Julie dabbed at her face, still unable to speak, and not wanting to say anything, just trying to switch off that memory instantly. Billy had already leapt to his feet and swiftly tucked his still-stiff cock inside his pants, buttoning and belting as fast as he could. 

"Thank you, Miss Walker," he muttered, then hurried to the door, opening and shutting it behind him in one swift flurry. 

Julie leaned back against her desk and traced her hand down her neck and onto the top of breasts, wetting her fingers again with still more traces of him. It was then that she allowed herself to consider the taste of him in her mouth. 

The 5th-period encounter left Miss Walker highly distracted the rest of the day. That night her sleep was fitful; though she strained her will to block her mind from the memory of the incident, her body kicked and tossed, finding the single sheet too hot to bear as her internal temperatures rose. It was too hot for May, she thought, sweating between her breasts, between her legs. Her thighs moved upon themselves, and she chewed the corner of the pillow case. A sticky, worried night finally melted upon her.

Saturday morning came like a slap in the face. Chainsaws!? My window? Julie jerked her groggy face from the drool-soaked pillow, and then her ears could discern a lawnmower thankfully moving into the distance outside. Who on earth could be mowing out there? she wondered as she yawned, arching and twisting her back in a delicious stretch. As she wiped her sticky-thick lashes clear, the racket outside ceased abruptly with a slight sputter. Well, whoever it was, she thought, they're finished now. Julie swung her figure skater legs out of bed, rearranging the tank top she'd slept in, and tugging down on the wayward panties that had ridden up in the night to invade her tender creases.

Sitting for her morning stream, Julie kicked that dirty pair over to the hamper and from the laundry basket beside it selected a fresh pair of white cotton. When she stood and pulled them up over her sculpted thighs and buttocks for a snug, secure fit, she smiled, cuddling with that feeling as she had since she was a little girl. It was sort of like...love. Julie the child had collected all the little bits of love she could, even acting up to receive scoldings and spankings from her father, who was usually too busy for much else attention. Sure, he became proud of her later on, she made sure of it. Daddy's little angel skating on the ice, practicing every day after school for years. He even came to some of her competitions. Julie also worked hard for her grades in school, even becoming a schoolteacher to suit him, as it was one of the few professions her father deemed suitable for a young lady. 

The smell of freshly cut St. Augustine at once filled her nostrils, and Julie remembered to take a peek out the window. With a gasp she saw young Billy on her freshly mown yard, standing tall in his short jean cut-offs, muscled legs covered in grass, no shirt whatsoever, bulging arms and chest dripping sweat. He was there at her front door, about to knock. Oh my goodness, Julie thought, what is he doing?! Why?! She jerked a t-shirt off a closet hanger and hurriedly pulled it on. What does he want now? Oh, he's still knocking. Julie thrust her head into the hallway. "I'll be right there," she called out, then ran into the bathroom to grab the top pair of shorts from her laundry basket, hop-stepping into them as she quickly returned. Even as she opened the door to him she could not fathom her rush. "Oh, hello, Billy," she greeted him meekly through the crack of the door. 

"Hi, Miss Walker." For one long moment Billy just stood, breathing heavily and glistening from his exertion. "Uh, I mowed your lawn for you. It really needed it." He kicked at the ground like a typical schoolboy. "I just...wanted to...thank you for...you know." He looked down at his feet.

Julie opened the door a bit more to him. "About that, Billy. We should probably talk about that, but...then again, perhaps it would be much better to just...forget it ever happened. Don't you think so, Billy?" Julie bit her lip slightly, easing the door back shut.

"Oh, sure...fine," Billy agreed readily. "It never happened." His remorse switched instantly to playfulness. "But still, I had to do something nice for you." He glanced over his shoulder at his finished work, while Julie's eyes followed a stream of sweat trickling down his rising chest and onto his rippled belly faintly trimmed with soft fur. His head whipped back at her, catching her eyes, which she in turn shot out toward the lawn.

"Yes, thank you, Billy. That looks very nice. I can see that you worked hard on it." She could also see that the cut blades randomly stuck to his skin were itching him, as he could not help but scratch at them with increasing irritation as the next awkward silence wore on.

"Yeah," Billy spoke up. "This grass sure does itch on you. I think yours might have been sprayed with something. It really itches." He scratched more profusely as his eyes took a sudden dip into pathos. "Uh, hey...do you...uh, could I come in and take a shower, if it's no problem. I wouldn't ask, but it really feels like chemicals burning me."

Julie glanced over at her almost-new garden hose, coiled about its holder next to the front porch, ready, able..."Of course, Billy. Come in. You might be having an allergic reaction of some sort." Julie bit down harder on her lush bottom lip as she led him down the hallway to the bathroom. Why am I doing this? This cannot be a good idea. "Here you go, Mr. Sullivan. There are plenty of soaps and shampoos in the shower."




Lessons for the Teacher



"I really appreciate this, Miss Walker. I don't remember when I've had such an itch before." Billy entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Julie was transfixed outside the door, unable to move or think. When at last she heard the water running, the spell broke, and her mind raced to catch up with the situation. But that reflection was eclipsed by another, that of herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. The shirt she had thoughtlessly plucked from the closet was a workout one, cut above the midriff and tight enough to reveal the swell of her bosom. Fortunately, she still had the tank top on underneath, but those shorts, didn't she even look at them first? Those were a pair she wore only over tights when she skated. They were cut high as well, barely covering her nether cheeks, yet clinging to every curve, every fold. This would not do, she would never allow herself to be seen like this, so immodestly. She had to change before the boy finished his shower, but her clean laundry was in the bathroom with him, her clean jeans and button-up blouses, oh, and her clean panties as well, lying with dainty pride on top of the pile, sitting there beside him as warm water and slick soap glided over his young, firm body. No, you mustn't think about that, she self-instructed, blocking her actions as well, so she just stood there in front of the bathroom door, ignoring the sound of the water running, ignoring the steam escaping the crack beneath the door, ignoring her bathrobe lying unused over the back of her dresser chair.

She was startled by the sudden opening of the door she stared at, moistened by the cloud of steam that conducted Billy's dripping, buff physique out into view, a glimmering Greek statue with one of her plain white bath towels wrapped about his waist. She noted the wet strings of his hair struggling to reclaim their natural waves, his bright, smiling eyes, his ease standing there before her. "Uh, do you have another towel?" he entreated. "This one's all I could find." He grinned that famous grin of his, this time not for a giggling girl, but for his teacher, his rather flustered teacher.

"Yes, certainly, Billy." Julie quickly stepped around him into the bathroom with its heavy mist settling down upon Billy's dirty shoes and shorts, resting in a heap on the wet tile beside her stack of neatly folded towels. She selected a big, fluffy one, and turned to hand it to him, but he was now much closer to her, facing her, leaning in toward her, placing his strong hands on her shoulders, pulling her to him, his mouth upon hers, hungrily. She pushed him away. "No! Billy, no! You mustn't do that." Julie put herself at once into the open space of the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Miss Walker, but...I can't help it." He advanced toward her, and she matched his steps in backward retreat. "You're all I think about. I can't think." Billy's tone rose with her. "I can't eat. It's just you I want."

"You must learn to control yourself, Mr. Sullivan," Julie advised as she stepped back against the foot of her bed. "You must remember that I am your teacher, and you are my student. That is all. That's all it ever could be."

Billy covered the last distance between them. "I can't help it. I don't care about anything else. I just want you...so bad." He grabbed her once more and forced his kiss upon her gasping mouth, causing her to fall backwards onto the bed, he with her, atop her, all without relinquishing his claim to her sweet mouth. The teacher could but whimper as he shoved his tongue deeper within her mouth, stirring her own tongue as he would, his fast fingers combing through her soft, blonde bangs. The weight of him bore down on her, sinking into position as her thighs parted in betrayal to admit him. When his hands ran over the rise of her breasts, she pushed against his shoulders once more, but it was a futile resistance, all the more evident once Billy's thumbs had hooked under the hem of her tank top and swiftly peeled both shirts up and over her breasts, her head, until he gathered them in a twisted bunch at her wrists, holding them stretched up above her head.

"Oh my God! Billy! What are you doing?!" 

Billy wasn't expecting the treasure he uncovered, Miss Walker's closely guarded secret: She was blessed with the most perfect cream balloons and berry rockets that were heaven bound to just float away. "Gawwddamm!" Billy exclaimed. "Those are the biggest, prettiest titties I've even seen!" With that he dove in, filling his ravenous mouth on one, the other sport to his imperial hand. 

"No, Billy.! Please don't, Billy," Julie continued her soft protests as the student pushed his face in between her firm brace, rooting as a hog, licking, chewing, oh, but when he took to biting her worried nipples, sucking and tugging them hard with his rough mouth to demand new lengths in erection, their greatest electrical capacitance, Julie feared they would burst in his greedy mouth. "Billy, NO! Oh my God...Billy!" What frightened her most was the way her own body was working against her defenses, responding to him. No, he is forcing me to respond. She pushed harder against his broad shoulders, weakly punching them as well. 

Billy moved his position upward upon her, taking her in another captive kiss, his tongue plunging as far into her mouth as he could stretch it, moving in and out, slowly, gently, roughly. He's using it just like a penis, she thought, at once becoming aware of his hardness below pressing against her sweet spot. Oh, my God, he's there, he's right on it, pressing so hard against me, she thought. The only thing barely between them were three thin layers, the three cotton fields of his bath towel, her tight shorts and white panties. Julie whimpered anew beneath his probing tongue and gripping mouth as she felt herself opening to him, her eager labia framing his stout impression on the taut fabric, fighting its clutches to kiss him through the cotton, bid him inside. Julie wondered if he could feel the heat of her, of him, of them both in flush. How could he not? She felt herself soaking through the cotton layers, seeking his heat to bathe him in her succulence. Billy ground himself into her, opening her bud a touch more as a half-hidden moan rose from his teacher.

Billy returned to his bounty of bosom, biting those nipples that looked terribly sensitive even to him, but he also kept his other motion constant, moving his hips just enough to insistently knead her sweetening spot with his toweled tool. Suddenly Billy straightened his back, rising from her, then with another practiced move swiftly lifted her hips in the air, her firm, round butt cheeks pulled against his even harder chest, his strong thumbs having peeled her shorts and panties away in the process, holding them momentarily around her knees, before he snatched them ultimately off and away across the room. "Billy, No!" she cried out, but already his face was buried in her sweetness, lapping at its sugar, stirring with his tongue as he had her mouth, finding her sugar pearl with the tip of his tongue and teasing, flicking, nibbling. Julie knew she was going insane. This cannot be happening. There was no frame of reference for this in her experience, no manner of reaction she knew for the audacity and shame and helplessness...and awful...sinful pleasure. Billy's fingers also were dripping inside the honey pot, stirring her sweet and generous sauce. He lifted her hips up higher, easily, her head dangling above the bed as he clutched her tightly about the waist, her magnificent breasts jealously bobbing as his tongue danced at the apex of her sex. Julie's loose mane furiously swept the sheets below her, her hips twitching and turning as he chewed and sucked her juicy fruit. Julie was overwhelmed to say the least, dizzy, feeling as if she were spinning, spinning on the ice, faster, faster, drilling down into the ice as it melted and rose above her, covering her with its wetness. And then it happened, something unlike she'd ever known before, ever imagined, hoped for or even suspected. Her petite, inversed body alternately tensed and went limp as thunderbolts rang from her tender anvil and shot completely throughout her spine, her limbs and digits, tingling in residual sparks as she melted herself. Billy allowed her spent little body to slide down his slick washboard to the soft bed.

Julie's eyes drifted shut. Spinning, she was still spinning, Daddy...look at me! But Billy was pulling her by her hand up to a sitting position, making her first aware of the wet swamp of herself she sat in. Secondly her eyes focused on the young athlete standing there in front of her, his bath towel having fallen away to reveal his thick stiffness lording over her face just inches away. Billy pulled her ever closer to him, to it, until its soft head tapped once against her chin. Then he ceased his tow, tugging her no further. 

"Oh...Billy," Julie murmured dreamily, resignedly, her defeated will screaming, This is wrong, so very wrong...I must not even think about it, but she opened her own mouth and took him inside. "Mmmm," she purred, softly, slowly, carefully taking more of it in, first capturing the swollen head, then a little more of the shaft. Gently she moved her tongue from side to side beneath him, her opulent eyes opening wide to take in his face as well, his dumbstruck pleasure, his growing desire. She felt his cock swell even larger and stiffer upon the velvet of her tongue, lifting in angle to further challenge her stretched jaws and pursing lips. At a slowly increasing pace Julie began to scoop her neck and chin upward, her wet lips passing more of him inside, her little tongue moving more decidedly against him. Julie slowed to a stop, holding just the tip within her lips, sucking juice from its soft flesh as she looked softly into Billy's eyes.

But the pleasured teen was far from the calm surrender Julie sat in, his face showing even more agitation, and he suddenly freed himself from her encircled kiss and pushed her back flat against the bed, falling at once on top of her. Julie barely had time to catch up with the action before his hard cock was there, making good its earlier threat to enter. Julie summoned all her remaining strength to push back and cry out, "Oh God, no! Billy! Oh no, you mustn't, Billy!" But he had already passed the slick gate and was now thrusting himself to the hilt inside her. Julie opened her mouth to scream, but not even her breath could escape as she instantly climaxed again.

But the young quarterback had only begun, throwing nothing but long, deep passes inside her, opening her to a new volume, a new space he stuffed full again and again. Billy held onto her tightly, a hand cupping each firm breast, pulling himself against those creamy handlebars to gain even more depth, and he was relentless, riding her at full speed around the block. His drilling tapped another orgasmic pocket within her, yet he kept on working the field with those strong, complete strokes, and all Julie could do was ride along, as far as he took her, taking breath with only the short gasps he pumped into her. Oh, my God! This is nothing like the other time! No, this was not like the painful, drunken jabs on the beach, this boy was now making a woman out of her, filling her, stretching her into something new, something more complete. Her girlish bloom blossomed around him as he continued to shove it in, always with deep even strokes. Julie's flower then trembled and collapsed upon his hard ram, clutching at him as he withdrew, struggling to keep him inside as her sweet spot became pussy. Billy's wildcatting brought in yet another gusher of her honey lubricates, and as she wrapped her legs tightly about his waist, his own issue was ready to spew. Billy pushed himself as far inside her as he could, then held himself there, his back stiffening and running with sweat, dripping on her face as he gripped her by the now-damp hair of her head. Julie felt his soft pommel tapping, jerking against her womb, then spilling, pouring, soaking her inside. "Oh Billy...Billy," she sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she would not loosen her limbs about him.

When Miss Walker awoke for the second time that morning, she realized young Billy was gone, later discovering the similar disappearance of the panties she'd been wearing. There was much to ponder for the pretty schoolteacher, and the rest of her Saturday was spent in such reflection. The past two days had unleashed a torrent of new feelings for Julie, some she never imagined likely to arise in her, some she never imagined possible. There was no doubt in her mind that these relations with her student were damnable, unprofessional to say the least, and she could not entertain any notion of ever allowing such things to occur again. But there it was, the unsuspected intensity, the undreamed of pleasure, how could she ever ignore such magnitude? When she did let it slip back into her mind - the sensations, the helplessness - Julie's eyes closed, her legs crossed and uncrossed, and she began to hum sweetly in her tender lamb, bleating softly for his return. One long bath proved insufficient, and her baby-girl toes wrinkled as she struggled to keep the rest of her body hot enough to mask her distraction. 

By the time early evening rolled around, Julie had cleaned her entire house and bathed yet again, but she still could not help thinking about the young man who had made her a new woman. But determined she was to keep him and his actions from her mind, so she slipped into a sports tee and some sweatpants for a long run around the neighborhood park. As she was hunting for her running shoes, a knock sounded at her door, causing her heart to leap ominously. Opening the door, she saw a tall, good-looking man, one who reminded her of the boy who haunted her thoughts, but an adult man in his early forties who projected much more strength and power. And judging from the stern look on his face, this man had an entirely different agenda. "Yes?" Julie asked hesitantly.

"Miss Walker, is it?" The man's tone softened somewhat as his eyes ran up and down her form.

"Yes," Julie replied, "I'm Julie Walker."

The stranger's displeasure returned to his expression. "Yes, well, I'd like to talk to you about Billy Sullivan...my son."

Julie twisted painfully inside. "Oh...I see. Uh, won't you come in please?" She struggled to take a deep breath as the man nodded and entered her home. "Please, sit down," she offered, motioning toward a chair in the chair in the living room, then taking one beside him, sitting down slowly in apprehension.

"Miss Walker," he began, looking her straight in the eye, "it seems we have a difficult situation here at hand, one I must rectify at once."

The schoolteacher sank lower into her chair, her mind pleading No...No...No.

Mr. Sullivan took a quick breath, then continued. "You see, I happened to overhear Billy today speaking to one of his friends...about you...about you and him."

Oh, my God! "Mr. Sullivan, I don't know what you heard, but let me explain something..."

He cut her agitated response short with an uplifted palm. "I don't need to hear your explanation, ma'am. I sat my son down and got the whole story from him...and these," he said, reaching into his pocket to produce her missing pair of panties, which he tossed with disgust onto the coffee table.

Julie's face blushed so hard she felt the heat, tears forming in her eyes. "Please, Mr. Sullivan...you have to hear my side of this."

"I don't want to hear your excuses! You're old enough to know better!" He spoke sharply, with the same tone her father had used scolding her when she was a little girl. It then flashed in her mind that he was very much like her father, who never let her explain herself. "Let me explain something to you, Missy," Mr. Sullivan became agitated, rising higher in his chair. "My son has a bright future ahead of him – a football scholarship, a damned good shot at the pros – and I will not stand by and watch it ruined over a sex scandal or...or becoming a husband and father at his age!"

"Mr. Sullivan!" Julie straightened with indignation. "I can assure you I have no intention of..."

"I understand your intentions all too well, Miss Walker," the irate father interrupted. "MY intentions are to make sure my boy isn't sidetracked by you or any complications stemming out of you. Do I make myself clear?!"

Julie shrunk back down into her chair. "Yes, sir," she muttered quietly.

"I just CANNOT understand how you could have let this happen," Mr. Sullivan's voice raised as he gave free rein to his anger. "What the hell were you thinking?! My God...you're the boy's TEACHER!"

Mortified, Julie could only shake or nod her head as his tirade continued, just like it had been with her father so long ago.

"This was just so unbelievably irresponsible of you...FUCKING one of your students! Goddamnit! You shouldn't be fucking boys, you should be fucking grown men!" His frowning eyes roughly ran over the long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, the ample swell of her breasts beneath her t-shirt, and the shape of her hips and thighs revealed through the tight sweat pants. "You damn sure are built for fucking a man."

Julie took offense to his leering appraisal of her, crossing her arms to conceal her bosom from the assault of his eyes.

Mr. Sullivan took notice at her attempted modesty, which enraged him even more. "Don't try to play innocent with me, Missy!" he barked at her. "I know just what kind of woman you are, AND just what you need!" His eyes took on a fiercer shade. "But what you need first is what your Daddy should have given you a long time ago...a damned good spanking!"

Julie barely had time to gasp before he had grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over and across his knee. "Yeah, this is EXACTLY what you need," the excited dad said as he smacked her sharply on her round bottom. "Damn it to hell!" he exclaimed with displeasure, then suddenly yanked her sweatpants and panties down to her knees.

"Oh, dear God!" Julie cried out, before falling silent as his hand slapped her bare ass, his hand prints rising in a red glow upon her soft flesh. No, Daddy, please don't! her inner voice cried out, but deeper still she knew she must deserve it. The pain awakened her to a new level of consciousness, while at the same time lulling her into a daydreaming trip back through time onto the lap of her punishing father, leaving her in objective wonder as to what her feelings would be.

Mr. Sullivan assumed a firm grip of her silken mane with his left hand while his right delivered the spanking he had always wanted to give someone. "This ass is for men, not little boys!" The man smiled through his gritted teeth as his strong hand fell again and again upon the pretty schoolteacher's delicate derriere. Julie gasped each time his palm made contact with her, moaning lowly in between, but she never said a word; she knew better than to speak up during punishment by her father. Her father? 

"NO...MORE...BOYS...FOR...YOU!" Mr. Sullivan commanded on the downstroke. His hand at last came to rest on her sweet glowing bottom, feeling the heat there...and the wetness, oozing from her sweeter center. "I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "You're fuckin' enjoying this...ain't you, you little slut?!" He thrust a finger deep inside her honey pocket – tight, but definitely soaking. "Well this calls for a change of fuckin' plans!" With that he dumped her out of his lap and onto the floor before him. As Julie attempted to rise, he gripped her again by the hair and pulled her up between his knees. "Maybe it's all the same to you," he declared, looking directly into her eyes, "but I'm going to show you the difference between little boys and men."

Unable to speak, Julie struggled weakly against his firm grip on her luscious mane, but she found herself helpless, able only to whimper like a small child. The force he exerted over her, his words and tone, all became one with that of her unyielding father, the one man she had devoted herself to pleasing, but who had never been satisfied with her, seemingly only happy when crushing her beneath his thumb.




Lessons for the Teacher



Mr. Sullivan clenched her hair tighter and pulled her even closer. "I think it's high time the little teacher had a few lessons of her own," he announced. "Look me in the eyes," he commanded. Look at me when I talk to you! her father's voice echoed inside her. Yes, Daddy, she replied internally. "You're going to do exactly as I tell you," he instructed. "Understand?!" Do as I tell you! her father ordered in turn.

"Yes, Daddy," Julie meekly said out loud.

A sudden puzzlement on Sullivan's face quickly turned to a smile. "Yeah...that's right. I'll show you who your Daddy is." With that he tore open his pants and pulled out his already swollen cock. Julie's jaw dropped open at the sheer size of it - much bigger than Billy's, but then it had to be: it was Daddy's cock. "Lesson Number One," Sullivan said. "This is the cock of a grown man...the kind you're made for, the only kind you may have." Then the man behind the cock pulled her open mouth to it, and a little whimper was the only resistance she gave before setting her lips upon it. "Now lick it, you little bitch," he ordered. "Lick my cock!"

Julie closed her eyes and set her tongue in motion on the tip, lapping at it, encircling it, then moving the velvet prize down and back up his shaft.

Sullivan relaxed his grip on her head. "Good girl," he praised. "Now put it in your mouth and suck it. Suck it right!"

Julie wanted to do it right, just as she was told; she didn't want to get in more trouble, and she was determined to make him happy with her at long last. It took careful effort to get the whole huge knob inside her mouth, but she managed, sucking it sweetly once she did.

Sullivan smiled and petted her head. "Yes...that's a VERY good girl."

Although her mouth was full, Julie giggled at his approval, then all on her own struggled to take him even deeper inside her mouth, her throat, bobbing her head with a slight scooping motion, all causing Sullivan to swell even bigger inside her. But suddenly he clenched her hair tightly again and pulled her head off of him. Julie looked in his eyes through the tears in her own, hurt, wondering what she did wrong this time, but Sullivan was not frowning, but smirking in self-satisfaction. "Now," he addressed her, "who's your Daddy?"

Julie sniffed at her runny nose as a single tear streamed down her cheek. "You are," she answered. "You're my Daddy."

"Good girl," Sullivan gave her, pushing her face back into his lap. "Now, suck the end like a pacifier, little baby," he commanded, testing his control.

Julie obeyed in earnest, making loud slurping noises upon the bulbous head as her angelic eyes watched his pleasure.

"Good girl," Sullivan approved. "Now lick my balls." 

At once her tongue darted there in compliance, lovingly lifting them in turn, then slathering the sack with wet attention. 

"Very good, little girl. Now suck the hell out of my cock."

"Yes, Daddy," Julie consented, taking hold of the stiff monster with both her tiny hands and guiding it into the depths of her mouth, sucking for all she was worth, taking it in deeper and deeper, her own drool soaking her fingers. Sullivan relaxed to enjoy it all, even lifting her shirt to discover the bounty of her breasts. "Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "Those are the prettiest titties I've ever seen!" He squeezed them roughly in his large hands, pinching and tugging on the nipples as Julie moaned and whimpered, a new flow of honey running down her thighs.

Feeling the cum rising in his balls, Sullivan grabbed her by her mussed tresses and pulled her dripping mouth off of his cock. "I almost forgot my reason for coming here," he said as he stood, then lifted her forcefully to her feet to throw her belly down across the arm of the couch. 

"Daddy! What's wrong?" Julie begged to know, tearfully and fearfully.

"I'm just going to make sure," Sullivan explained as he cleared her garments from her legs and positioned the angle of her bottom, "that if anything DOES come up, no DNA test can prove it was my son's fault...and not mine." He then lined up the huge head of his cock with her petite, puckering petals and began to push it home.

"No, Daddy! It's too big!" Julie complained as she felt herself stretching impossibly. She WAS a little girl, after all.

Sullivan laughed as he continued the assault. "Don't worry, baby doll. It WILL fit when I'm done, because this pussy is MINE now." But as much as he wanted to shove it right in, Sullivan found the treasure box a tight one indeed, having to ease it in slowly, despite how wet she was. Deeper and deeper he pushed, but found himself pressed snugly against her womb before he could bury it all. "Damn, babygirl," Sullivan declared, "I guess that's all the pussy you got...for now." Sullivan then withdrew his cock halfway and began to thrust, the first one lifting her off her feet and forcing a great gasp out of her. His pace increased, as did the pressure he threw into her, and true to his word, she gradually opened up to accommodate him.

"Oh! Daddy!" Julie cried out as she felt herself stretching, changing to suit him, being remade in his image. At times he would hold it still completely inside her, and then she couldn't tell where he ended and she began, her tender flesh now just another layer of skin upon his cock, which in turn seemed to be an extension of her spine, each throb of it beating a pulse inside her brain. He was right, it WAS his pussy now, a new pussy at that, the pussy of a new woman.

Sullivan pounded ever harder into Julie's little girl lost, each lunge making her more his, her feet dangling helplessly above the floor, her toes curling every time he crashed against her womb. Suddenly he stopped and all but withdrew his dick from her, then questioned, "Are you going to fuck any more little boys?"

"No, Daddy," Julie replied dutifully, which he answered by slamming HARD into her three times.

"NO...YOU'RE...NOT!" He beat the point home. He similarly posed another question. "Will you now only fuck men like me?"

"Yes, Daddy...only like you," Julie blubbered.

"YOU...GOT...THAT...RIGHT!...FOR...THE...REST...OF...YOUR...LIFE!" Sullivan expounded as he pounded. With one hand clutching her silken strands, the other gripping the roundness of her left butt cheek, Sullivan kept a firm hold on her little body as he plowed on, determined to plant deeply the seeds of a legal defense. And come they did, rising as a geyser from his straining balls. "Who's your Daddy?!" Sullivan demanded, slapping her little ass as his great load spurted inside her, soaking her within with his sticky heat.

"You...you are...you're my Daddy!" Julie finished in a scream as the orgasm ran through her, a new level of climax to go with her new pussy, her whole body tensing up, solidifying, then turning molten as the cum he pumped inside, her legs, her arms, her spine running into an electric puddle on the floor.

Blowing out a deep breath, Sullivan just stood there for a few moments, watching her small body twitch upon the end of his cock, satisfied with his work. He then led her by the hair off the couch's arm and onto its cushions, lifting her face to his cock. "Clean that off," he instructed, and Julie pulled herself out of her whirlpool of afterglow to oblige him, licking and swallowing both their thick juices off his cock. "Now," Sullivan went on as she cleaned, "if you should come up pregnant, you can't say it was my son who did it, and I'll just send your little ass to the clinic, no big deal. And once I tell him how I took over that pussy of yours, he sure won't be sniffing around it anymore. Is that understood?"

Julie took his glistening clean dick out of her mouth to answer. "Yes, Daddy."

Sullivan pulled up his pants and fastened them. "I'm going now down to the bar to have a few beers, then sometime later tonight, I'm coming back to give you more of the same. And I'll be back again every night this week, so be ready for me. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy." Julie watched him walk to the door and leave her house, then she curled up in a little ball on the couch, and waited for his return.



Lessons for Two Brothers



There has never been any question left unanswered when it comes to my personal preferences. I adore older men. I've reached a pivotal point in my life that allows me to spend most of my time devoted to the men I adore. I am an avid cook, maybe a few steps just below an accomplished chef de cuisine I like to think, I'm chuckling, I'm a damn good cook. In any case, a few of my gentleman friends asked if I would consider giving them a few pointers in the kitchen. Contrary to what you may think, I do have male friends who have never been anything more than plutonic relationships.

Many of my boys, I always refer to them as "My Boys" never had the time to learn the basics or had no reason to make the kitchen part of their daily routines. I started a weekly group meeting and would choose a particular menu, send out an e-mail, and spend a few hours in the afternoon instructing.

The people I met were wonderful and I had a great time. One of the extra added surprises was that many of the seniors I met had family recipes going back to when they children. I may have been the instructor but I learned quite a lot along the way.

I received a call from a gentleman who was wondering if he could invite a few of his friends over for a group lesson. It seems that he had made a few of the recipes I'd given him for his buddies and they wanted to cook them for other friends and family. 

I arrived at Stuart's home at precisely noon. There were a few extra cars in the driveway so I suspected his group had already arrived. I could hear the laughing and talking as I got closer to the door. I knocked and heard the familiar "Come on in."

"Well, there you are Layla; I've got the boys all ready for today's lesson."

I walked ahead of Stuart into the kitchen and sure enough there were five other fellows waiting for the lesson to begin.

"This is Layla guys; she's the lovely lady who taught me to cook. So, let me introduce you to the guys Layla."

Dennis was a man in his late sixties and had recently moved to the community. He lost his wife a few years prior and with his kids grown he just decided he'd move to a warmer climate and spend the rest of his days playing golf and fishing.

Mike, he was a retired railroad man. He and his wife lived just up the street from Stuart and he wanted to learn how to cook a meal for his wife. Mike was seventy seven and he and his wife Ann just celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

Ted and Leo were brothers who Dennis has known for many years; in fact it was the brothers who convinced him to move into the community when he lost his wife. Ted was the older brother and clearly the stronger personality. Leo was a much laid back man, quiet and reserved. The brothers lived a few streets down and had been here for many years. I guessed they were close in age and probably well into their seventies.

Al, a retired fireman met Stuart on the golf course. He was a very happy fellow; the smile never left his face. It seems that Al had his eye on a certain lady and wanted to invite her for dinner, the problem was Al didn't know very much about cooking. I laughed when he said that at his age, 73, he hoped that the old adage "You can't teach on old dog new tricks" didn't apply to him.

"Well, I'm impressed Stuart, it great to see that these fine gentlemen thought enough of your cuisine to want to learn how to do it themselves, I'd say I have created a chef."

The afternoon was quite a success. We made a basic salad, and vinaigrette that everyone enjoyed. The main course was a simple beef and vegetable soup with a rich beef and wine broth, garlic bread with a cheese topping. Dessert was a simple pound cake, some fresh strawberries and homemade whipped crème which I must admit was the ultimate hit of the whole meal.

The afternoon had flown by and it was already after four. The friends had a good time, cracking jokes, teasing each other and just having fun. One by one as they left they thanked me for the lesson and said it would be great if we could do it again. Stuart's wife Debbie had returned from her lunch with a friend, we spoke for a few minutes and I said my goodbyes.

I had a few errands to run on the way home and finally arrived just after six. The afternoon was very rewarding. There is something to be said with doing something for others just because. I saw that there was a message on my machine and stopped to see who it was.

"Hello, this is Ted; we met this afternoon at Stu's. My brother Leo and I were wondering if we could have you come to our place for a few more lessons. Give me a call."

Ted left his number and I thought I'd call after dinner.

"Hello"

"Hello is this Ted, this is Layla how are you?"

"Oh, hello Layla, thanks for calling me back."

"I'm glad you and Leo had such a good time this afternoon, so much so that you'd like a few more lessons is that right?"

"Yeah, me and my brother are lousy cooks; mostly we eat out or just throw something frozen in the oven. We got to talking on the way home and I decided to give you a call and see if you have any time to teach us a few more recipes."

"You did very well today, so sure I can do that, when would you like to get together, I'm busy tomorrow but any day after that is fine."

"Okay, well good, how about Friday?"

"That's fine Ted, how about ten o'clock Friday morning that will give us a good part of the day. Is there anything special you'd like to try?"

"Leo and I have a few idea's,so just come on over and we'll see how it goes. I'll make sure we go shopping tomorrow so we have all the things we need. Maybe if we do okay you can stay for dinner?"

"I actually don't have any plans for the evening so okay, that sounds like fun. I'll see you on Friday morning."

Ted gave me directions and the plans were made. I was happy with the prospect of teaching the brothers how to cook good wholesome food. Older people don't always eat well and if I could give them what they needed I was thrilled to help.

Friday morning was here before I knew it. I showered and dressed and got to their house at just about ten o'clock. The brothers lived in a very secluded part of the community. Their home was at the end of a road that only had one other house on it at the very beginning of the street. The house was small but well kept. The lawn was mowed and they actually had some really pretty landscaping. I parked in the driveway and walked to the door admiring the beautifuk flowers. Ted had evidently watched me pull in and was already waiting to greet me.

"Good morning Ted, what a beautiful yard you have, someone spends quite a bit of time out here."

"Leo and I had a landscaping business for almost forty five years before we sold it and retired. These hot summers got too much for us and the old bodies gave out. We still like working in the dirt so we keep it looking nice as we can. 

Come on in."

Ted stepped aside and I walked into a very lovely home. I must admit I wasn't expecting it. Two older men living together don't usually take the time to keep a house so nice. Leo was in the living room and got up to say hello when Ted closed the door.

"Hello Layla, we're sure glad you could come over, I'm pretty tired of frozen food and going out."

"It's my pleasure Leo, nice to see you again. So did you have time to go shopping?"

"Yes we did, we like chicken so we bought that and a few other things. How about we go in the kitchen and get started."

Over the next few hours I showed the boys how to clean and season a roasting chicken. They also brought in some potato's and told me they liked creamy things so maybe we could make some scalloped potatoes they remember having them as kids and really enjoyed them. We cleaned and peeled some fresh carrots and I showed them how easy it was to season them and put them in oven to roast along with the chicken.

"Layla we got some sweet cream so you could show us again how to whip it up. Leo here is a milk man, he loves milky things. I like it too but my favorite is juicy dishes." 

We made the whipped cream and Leo was like a little boy he wanted to lick the beaters. I watched him swirl his tongue around making sure he got every drop. They had some very nice strawberries and we cleaned them and put them in some sugar to get syrupy.

"There's nothing like a mouthful of sweet juice, all sticky and running down your chin is there Leo."

Ted licked the spoon and sucked every drop until it was clean.

Once the oven was full all we had to do was let the oven do it's magic for a couple of hours and dinner would be ready.

"It's going to be about two hours so how about a glass of sweet tea Layla?"

"That's sounds good, thank you Ted."

"Leo, why don't you take Layla into the living room and I'll get us some tea."

Leo walked me into the living room and I followed him admiring their home.

"Why don't we sit here on the couch Layla?"

Leo and I sat down, I was in the middle and he was on my right. We chatted about the meal we had made and in a few minutes Ted came in with a tray of tea and some cookies. I was impressed; they were very much the gentlemen and seemed excited about the meal we put together.

"We didn't make these cookies but they are pretty good. Maybe we can learn how to make some sometime."

"I'd be happy to teach you how to bake Ted. What else do you like?"

Ted settled in next to me on my left and there I was sitting between the two of them on the couch.

"Well, to be honest we like sweet things, and of course Leo loves his milk. I like things I can sink my teeth into and chew on. I like things wet and gooey. There's nothing like sucking on a nice big dark sweet cherry and letting the juice fill up your mouth. Leo and I are always looking for that special thing we can both get into."

We laughed and then Ted continued to speak.

"So, Layla, Stu told us you're a single lady is that right?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well me and Leo here were real happy to see you the other day at Stu's, besides being a real good cook, you're exactly the type of woman we like. We like a woman to look like a woman, no skinny ladies for us. If you don't mind me saying, you have curves in all the right places. It's real nice to see that you have a real liking of good food and like to eat it. If I could be blunt we like the way you're built."

I was slightly surprised at the words that came out of Ted's mouth but to be honest I was also becoming just a little excited.

"Oh, well exactly what do you mean?"

"You have a real nice figure. Leo couldn't stop talking about you all the way. Look we're all adults, so can I speak plainly?"

I was suddenly very interested in what these two had to say.

"Of course go right ahead."

"Leo here is a tittie man. He loves nice big tits to play with, don't you Leo?'

I turned to look at Leo and he smiling as he spoke.

"Oh yeah, I love big titties, hell I could play with a pair of big titties for hours. I like watching them swing around and bounce up and down. When the nipples get good and hard I like to suck on them and get them even bigger. I bet you like your nipples sucked don't you Layla?"

I was both surprised and genuinely aroused. I wanted to hear more. You may be thinking I should have stopped this manner of speaking but I was intrigued by these two brothers. I decided to let the tone of the banter continue and answered honestly.

"I do like that, very much."

"See Ted, I told you, a woman with big jugs like hers likes a good long nipple sucking. The longer those babies get attention the more she likes it, and then the part you like gets good and primed."

These two had obviously spoken at length about yours truly.

"Leo, I like a good pair of tits as much as you do, as a matter of fact, I like a little nipple action myself, but what I like more is how juicy the pussy gets when you're playing with the tits. Get some good tit playing going and pretty soon the pussy is hot and wet. You get your fingers in that pussy and rub it real good, and in next to no time you know just where that sweet cherry pit is. You know what I believe Leo, a nice round firm pair of tits with hard suck on me nipples means a sweet juicy swollen clit isn't far away. That's what makes us such a good pair Leo, while you're chewing away on these tits I'll get right down there sucking me some sweet pussy."

I sat completely surprised and honestly stunned. These two wasted no time in telling me exactly what they were thinking. I suspected that Ted was the stronger personality when I met the boys at Stuart's, Leo it turns out is quite capable of speaking up for himself. My head was spinning, I could just get up and leave and that would be the end of this, or, I could stay right where I was and see where this was going, what do you think I did?"

"I think you boys need to slow down here. I'm honestly surprised at where this conversation is going,"

"It's going where ever you let us go. You sure do have a pretty big set of tits; Leo's been talking about you since we saw you at the cooking lesson. I think your sweet pussy is already wet; your big stiff nips are sticking straight out just beggin to be played with. How about you sit back and let us get to It.?

I was crazy with lust for these two. I wanted the talking to stop and the action to start. How would it look if i simply agreed to their plan. Apparently Ted had no intention of waiting for my decision; he took my silence as the answer he was hoping for.

"Leo, why don't you reach out and get to work with these big titties, I think this little lady is ready for some brotherly lovin."

Leo wasted no time in reaching for me. His old bony hands were all over me, squeezing and rubbing, he found my nipple through my blouse and grabbed onto it, pinching and twisting.

"Oh yeah, these are real nice nipples, hard and big already and I haven't even got my mouth on them yet."

Leo bent his head forward and clinched my right nipple between his teeth and started biting it. I let my head fall back against the couch and was helpless. I watched this old man chewing on my nipple through my bra and blouse and he was driving me crazy. He let the now stiff nipple out of his mouth and began pinching the other one.

"I need to get this tittie out in the open so I can see it up close."

He let go of my nipple and reached into the top of my blouse into my bra and pulling the blouse down he lifted my right breast up and out into the air.

"Look at that tittie topper, Oh yeah; I'm going to have to suck this real good."

"Just like we thought, nipples the size of hard candy, the kind that you can roll around on your tongue and suck real hard, Leo I think you might be right, these titties were just waiting for a pair of lips to get to work and put a hard chewing on them."

Leo licked my nipple round and round and bit it over and over. He wrapped both hands around my breast and squeezed until the nipple was sitting hard and stiff on top. He closed his lips around the hard knob and sucked like he was a staving baby. Pursed lips slurped, he whipped his long tongue around my throbbing nipple and I heard myself moaning.

"I think I'll get me a little bite of this big tittie too Leo, looks real sweet and tasty."

Ted opened the buttons of my blouse and pulled my bra down until my left breast was completely free and exposed. He lifted it to his mouth and latched onto my protruding nipple and sucked hard. The sounds of sucking and slurping were maddening. I looked down at these two sucking on my tits and I swear it almost made me cum.

"I told you she would love it didn't I Ted, these tits were ready for a good sucking, I saw these tittie toppers get hard the other day and knew right then she wanted us to bring her here and play with her."

"Is he right, you like us old boys sucking these tits of yours don't you?"

How could I deny what he already knew was the truth. 

"Yes, I love it, please don't stop."

And they didn't, they took my blouse completely off and unclasped my bra. Leo pulled me up and had me standing in between them while they sat on the couch each of them sucking and biting my nipples.

"Smell that Leo, that's prime wet hot juicy pussy. I think I need to check and see if it's ready for me, I think it is. Let's see if I'm right."

Ted let go of me and got off the couch, crouching down on the floor between my legs. In a matter of a second he spread my feet apart and reached up under my skirt.

"Let's see if it's ready, I'm going to slip my little finger in here and check it out so you keep sucking those tits Leo."

He reached into my panties and when he touched my lips I nearly screamed. He was looking right into my eyes when he moved his finger slowly up and down my wet slit, licking his lips and driving me wild.

"Oh, it's ready; this is one gushing river of pussy juice. Hot pussy is made for licking, nice and smooth, this lady keeps the grass mowed real close, just the way I like it. I think I need a taste."

Ted pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth, stopping to smell it first. I watched his tongue slowly moving up and down his crooked old finger, licking it clean, and not wasting a drop.

"This is prime pussy Leo, sweet creamy and wet. I think it's time to get her ready for me. Let's get her down on the couch; you sit down behind her so you can keep working those jugs you love so much."

Leo got up, spread his legs apart and motioned for me to sit between them. Ted was leaning back waiting for me to be in the right position. Leo's hands reached under my arms and he was swiftly back to work pulling and rolling my nipples. Ted got up on his knees and dragged me to edge of the couch.

"Spread your legs open for me, nice and wide."

Ted took hold of my ankles and put my feet on the edge of the coffee table behind him. He leaned closer to me and just took a long deep breath.

"There is nothing sweeter than wet pussy. I think I'll just touch it a little bit."

I was trembling, I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted it now.

I followed his hand when he flattened his palm and rubbed my crotch up and down. My clit was so hard and stiff I felt each movement of his hand.

"Ohhh, yeah, I can feel the cherry Leo, its real hard and standing up nice and big. I think I'll pull these panties to the side here and take a look."

I felt his fingers curl under the crotch of my panties and pull them away from me.

"Look at this, sticky, juicy, wet hot pussy with a big get down and suck me cherry stickin out. I gotta have me a good taste, can't wait another minute."

My eyes watched him open his mouth, slowly sticking his old tongue out, moving closer and closer, until I felt it touch me. Ted's long hard tongue licked me from the bottom of my pussy real slow stopping at the top of my lips to wrap his lips around my clit. I was almost crying it felt so good.

"Oh that's it brother, suck that cherry real good, let me see you tongue it real good, you were right Ted, that's a fine big juicy cherry, and you can suck it up and down real good. This lady's clitty is as big as these nipples, you were right. Listen to her Ted, she loves it, suck her good and make her cum in your mouth. That's what you want isn't it, you want him to suck you hard so you cum don't you. You know what, I'm going to get up and suck these tits real hard, me and Ted, he's on your clit and I'm on your tits, we're going to give you a real hard cum."

Leo, slipped out from behind me and got down on the couch next to me, he grabbed both my tits in his hands and pushed them together real close, he covered my throbbing nipples with his mouth and sucked hard. Ted had my clit between his lips and his tongue was whipping it back and forth, I screamed when I felt the shock of my orgasm, Ted latched tighter onto my clit and started sucking fiercely. I had to push them off me because I couldn't take one more second of the punishing wave that was rocking my body. Ted replaced his mouth with his fingers, he drove them deep into me and finger fucked me with no mercy.




Lessons for Two Brothers



"Oh, that's it fuck my fingers deep in that wet pussy, this cunt is so tight around my fingers I can hardly fuck this pussy. We have a keeper here Leo, a keeper, she loves it and wants more, well we can give her all she wants isn't that right brother, all she wants and then some."

I reached down and was finally able to pull Ted's fingers out of me. There I was legs wide open, tits bouncing up and down and cumming so hard I thought I'd lose my mind.

"Leo, get in here and get some of this pussy, she is one sweet, sweet piece."

I opened my eyes and saw Leo get down on the floor, felt him push my legs apart and heard him sucking me dry. His tongue lapped at me and he licked me until I begged him to stop. When he finally pulled his mouth off me his face was covered in wetness.

"Good Lord, I don't think I've ever had a sweeter cunt in all my years, Ted we have a keeper here, a real keeper."

"Let's let her catch her breath, Leo, we have all night with this one and she's not nearly done yet."

The brothers left me splayed out on the couch and walked out of the room. After a few minutes they came back and helped me on my feet.

"Well, you are exactly what we've been waiting for. We may be old but you love us old guys. Let's get you out of these clothes; we want to have you naked so Leo can watch those big titties bounce around when you walk. I like to be able to reach out and feel that pussy whenever I need to so no need for clothes. You love us old men looking at your big tits, sucking that pussy, someone primed you real good when you were a young girl and now all you want is old men. We can give you all the fun you want and because there's two us, even though we're old we can take turns if one of us needs a rest or gets tired. I think we may have finally hit the jackpot with this one. Isn't that right little lady?"

If he knew the truth, he wouldn't have to ask again. I wish I could tell you why old men turn me on like they do; maybe it's the "Dirty Old Man" aspect. The forbidden fruit so to speak or maybe it's the idea that I love how much Older Men love women in general. Young men have only one thing on their minds, get in, get off and get out. I truly believe that the older the man the more he appreciates the woman he's with. Now, I'd like to make one thing perfectly clear, in no way do I condone any relationship with an underage child. There is nothing right or acceptable about that.

That being said let me return to my current situation.

The brothers did want me naked and now I was. I was in a state of shock I think, but truthfully I couldn't have been happier.

The next hour was quite a different scenario than I have ever been involved in. The brothers turned on the television to watch the news, something they did religiously. Leo was now sitting in an easy chair and Ted was lounging on the couch. When they stripped me naked they told me they loved a naked woman walking around the house. My meal was cooking and they suggested that it might be time for me to get things ready for dinner. You may think this strange but I was completely agreeable. I set the table and pranced around the kitchen for the most part perfectly comfortable and at ease. Leo was tickled every time I moved because my breasts bounced and jiggled in every way he enjoyed. There was one point where I was called to the living room.

"Little lady can you come in here to us."

I walked into the living room and Leo motioned for me to go to him.

"I need a tittie for a little nipple suck."

I stood there in front of Leo and he latched onto my nipple like a hungry puppy and sucked on my tit for a few minutes. I loved it.

"Now, that's what I've always wanted, a tittie to suck on whenever it strikes my fancy."

Ted was watching with a big happy grin. When Leo had his fill, Ted smiled at me telling me it was his turn.

I happily walked to him and he asked me if he could have a little taste.

"Put your little foot right here on the arm of this couch, now spread your legs open for me."

Ted slouched down slightly in the sofa until my pussy was just above his mouth. He reached up and spread my lips apart exposing my still swollen cherry button as he liked to say.

"Drop that cherry button right here in old Ted's mouth so I can get a little taste."

His tongue curled out of his mouth and wrapped around my clit, I could hear him licking and sucking. I began to rub my pussy on his mouth, it felt so damned good. He sucked my button into his mouth and let it go, over and over. I couldn't stand it and yet I couldn't stop him. He stopped after a few more sucks and sat straight up again.

"That is one sweet pussy, good and juicy, just like I love it. Dinner is ready isn't it; we need to get some food in us old boys, we got a busy night ahead of us. Call us when you're ready."

I won't bore you with the mundane task of putting supper on the table, when it was ready I called them to the table. We sat down and began eating, the boys loved everything. It was the strangest dinner I ever had. Every now and then Leo would reach over and pinch my nipples. When I had finished what was on my plate Ted told me to come and stand next to his chair, he reached between my legs dipped his fingers in my pussy and rubbed my clit till it swelled. When he had played with me enough he stopped and picked up his fork and continued to eat his dinner. They really didn't speak and wasted no time finishing their meal. Once they were through eating I cleared the table and began doing the dishes. I'm not sure where Leo was. Ted came up behind me and told me to bend over and hold onto the sink. What happened next shocked me. I heard a zipper open, Ted came closer to me and he began rubbing his cock, which was pretty stiff up and down my pussy.

"I'm just going to slide this old cock into your wet pussy and fuck it, just a little."

He did just that. His cock slipped into me and he held onto my hips and eased in and out, slowly and steady. Ted leaned closer to me and began almost whispering in my ear.

"This is prime pussy here; you might just kill this old man before we're done. Now I could keep it going and I'd be finished, so I'm going to pull this old boy out and save his strength till later on. We'll be waiting for you when you finished here. Just so you know we're both very happy you decided to stay for dinner."

I felt him pull out and back away. He turned to leave and just couldn't help himself, he reached down to feel how wet I was, I didn't disappoint him. Ted stayed with me for a few more minutes, using only one old bony finger he slowly rolled my pleasure button around until he got it wet and then he put his finger in his mouth, and he licked it dry.

"Needed a little taste"

I was finished in the kitchen, I turned out the light and stopped in the bathroom, I needed to freshen up. I had a few minutes to think about what had happened today. I loved every minute of it and couldn't wait to see what they had in mind for the evening. I heard them calling me and I quickly got myself together and went to them.

"Here she is. Leo thought maybe you changed your mind and snuck out the door, I told you brother she likes this maybe more than we do. We have a little game we want to play; we call it "Get Her Done". You're a hot woman, young and plenty of energy. We're old men who have more in the tank than you might think. There's nothing I like more than a pussy that's cum with fresh cream in it. As much as Leo loves those big tits, he likes a little taste just like I do. We want to have a contest, which one can make you cum the quickest. The winner gets to be the first one to fill you up with hard cock and fuck the daylights out of you. Leo won the toss so he gets to see what he can do."

Now this was a contest I liked the concept of. Leo would be the first so I walked over to him; he was sitting in the chair smiling at me and pretty excited I think.

"I told my older brother here that you love having these big jugs sucked while your pussy gets attention. So I'm about to put a serious sucking on these titties, and play with your pussy just like you like it, you'll cum faster than you can say eat me."

Leo reached out and took my tits in his hands. He rubbed my nipples hard and they swelled up in his fingers.

"Now push those big jugs close together so I can get these sweet tittie toppers in this old mouth at the one time, I saw how much you liked that and I can say I'm really lovin having my mouth full of your hard nipples. Ted, that's why I love big tits, you can get the tips nice and close and give a real good hard suckin to them."

Leo was very perceptive, he knew how much I liked what he did and he wasted no time getting down to the task at hand. This dirty old man true to his word put a mean sucking on both tender tips at the same time, this drives me crazy, and seeing his mouth full of my nipples was almost too much to endure. Much too soon he let go and as he got up he asked me to sit in the chair, I did, I wanted to know what was coming next.

"Well, let's get down to serious business. I want you to move that cream making machine right here on the edge of the seat, that's it right there. Put those sweet hands down here and open that pussy up wide for this old man. Have I got a surprise for you. Have you ever been done by a toothless man, well get ready"

Leo was actually giggling with delight. I watched him take his dentures out of his mouth and put them down. His tongue began licking his lips. The shape of his mouth changed, it began wider and his lips were flatter. He smiled up at me and with one last lick he bent his mouth down. It was incredible. His tongue whipped my clit back and forth, I watched him flick his tongue just over the very tip and I was moaning from the sheer pleasure, I pulled back even more and I saw my cherry pop out and stand up, all he had to do was take it. Leo closed his mushy lips around it and his rubbery soft gums slid up and down, his tongue beating it as his lips sucked it. I couldn't help myself and jammed up into his mouth just as I felt my pussy tighten in the contractions of a powerful orgasm. He was relentless, sucking down all the sweet milky cream I had to give him. The sensation overtook me and I had to push him off or go crazy. He waited a few seconds and came back for the rest, making sure he got every drop.

"Now that was fast brother, you had her giving you cream in just about ten minutes. So tell your big brother, how did you like that, sucking a sweet creamy pussy, has to be better than sucking on those big titties isn't it?"

"You have a sweet tasty pussy, and you can give real good cream, but, truth is, I love those big tits."

These two were actually very funny. Obviously they cared deeply for each other. I wanted to know more about them. Leo smiled at me and reached for my jugs as he liked to say and gave each "Tittie Topper" a sucking before Ted finally told him his time was up.

"Well, it's my turn brother, let's see how I do."

The level of stimulation was almost constant. If anyone had told me I'd be getting to the point of exhaustion because of two old men, I'd have never believed it. If one is good, two is definitely better. I was really surprised that my little cherry button wasn't raw; these two were certainly more than I ever considered their stamina was bottomless.

"Leo, this little lady thinks she knows what's coming next, she has no idea. I've been watching her all day. This one likes to watch. The sight of a good stiff tongue licking that sweet slit drives her crazy, seeing those big pouty nipples sucked hard is what she likes more than anything else. So she's going to put on a little show and tell for us old boys. Help me move this chair over in front of the couch."

Ted and Leo put the chair in front of the couch, just about a foot from the coffee table.

"Alright now, I want you to go sit in that chair. You're going to give us a little lesson on playing with pussy. You're going to watch us watch you play with that sweet cream machine, and I suspect you'll love every minute. I don't care who wins this little bet, I'm going to fuck you no matter what. So, Leo, get you a front row seat because I believe that we are going to be schooled in the art of playing with pussy."

It was ironic, this dirty old man knew exactly what I liked and had no problem letting me know he had me figured out. That's another thing I love about my old men, they don't waste time. Knowing what you want and going after it without the gamesmanship is something that only comes with age and experience.

When Ted and Leo were seated it was my turn. Who knows how to touch me better than myself? I've been masturbating since I was a very young girl and realized how good it felt. Yes, I love to see men sucking my nipples, licking my pussy, chewing my clit. I love to see their eyes when they're feeling me cum in their mouth and the expression when they taste me. The eyes do indeed tell the truth. Next to the brain the eyes are the most sensual sexual organ we have. As much as I knew they were enjoying this it was clear to Ted that I was a more than willing partner and up for just about anything. This was one little show they would never forget.

"So, you want to watch me, you're wondering how I play with my pussy, make it ooze, you want to see this cherry button swell up nice and hard. I think you want to see me dip my fingers deep inside me, and hope I'll show you things that you haven't seen before. Leo, watch me pinch my nipples, see how hard they are I love it when they're hard and stiff like this. Should I lick this one Leo?"

I pinched and pulled at my nipples and watched Leo squirm in his seat. I lifted my right breast up closer to my mouth and very slowly rolled my wet tongue out. The tip of my tongue had a pearl of saliva on it and when I barely touched the tip of my nipple it made a glistening string appear.

"Suck it; let me see you suck that tittie."

I happily obliged Leo and let the rigid deeply red swollen nipple slip between my lips. I sucked it in and out, biting it and moaning with every lick of my tongue. When I raised the other nipple and went from one to other he reached down and grabbed onto his cock and began rubbing it up and down thru his pants.

"Oh my God, look at that, this one is one hell of a fine teaser isn't she brother?"

"Slow down Leo, she's just getting started."

I lifted my breasts and juggled them up and down squeezing them and listened to Leo moan. With my lips wrapped around a hot pouty nipple I lifted my leg over the arm of the chair and grabbed a handful of pussy, these little maneuvers got Ted's attention. He watched me rub my mound up and down, slipping a finger between my lips. As my middle finger disappeared deep inside me the both of them were having trouble breathing.

"Hear that little brother, that's wet creamy pussy juice, slick and sticky."

We could hear the sound, and it was so quiet in the room it was magnified.

With my other leg now over the arm of the chair I moved down and my pussy was barely on the edge of the cushion.

"Should I spread my lips for you Ted, should I show you my creamy pink honey pot?'

My fingers stretched my lips apart and I pushed my pelvis forward until I could see my clit, so hard and so stiff, sticking out.

"Look at that, have you ever seen such a sweet cherry button, all big and swelled up, just begging to be touched, I think I'll give it a little attention, would you like that old man?"

I reached my middle finger up to my mouth and let a big pearl of saliva fall on it; I brought it down to my pussy and let it drop over my clit. I circled around the lovely jutting knob real slow, round and round, moaning and whimpering.

"Oh, yesss, that's so good, ohhh, it's so tender, so hard, maybe I should squeeze it a little bit, should I pull it up and down old man, just like you did.?"

Ted was licking his lips, breathing heavy, reached down and opened his zipper. He reached into his pants and pulled out a long thick cock. The head was blood red and he wrapped his fingers underneath it and slowly began sliding his hand up and down. I watched his body jerk as the first drops of precum leaked out of the bulbous tip.

"You want to bathe that cock in this wet pussy don't you, you dirty old man?"

It was time for the grand finale. I was so ready to cum I only hoped I could slow myself down.

"My love button is ready Ted, I want to cum, 

should I cum old man, is it okay to let this pussy have what it wants?"

I began rubbing my tender cherry faster and harder, Ted was stroking faster.

"Ohhh, here it comes, ohhh it feels sooo good, just a little faster, harder, here it comes."

I reached down inside my pussy and brought out more sticky wetness, I put my other hand on my nipple and twisted it, pulling on it, making Leo moan over and over. I stopped moving my finger for a second and then went for it.

Furiously rubbing my clit over and over, I came so hard I almost slipped off the chair. The moaning and deep shocks of pleasure were ecstatic and I couldn't stop my body from moving. I had to take my hand away, it was just too much to take, and the sensation was overwhelming.

After a few minutes, I regained some sense of composure and closed my eyes drifting into the warm exhilaration of an incredible orgasm.

"Get up and turn around, hold on to the chair, it's time for the fucking you want."

Ted was standing in front of me, his solid cock in his hand. This old man had a monster by the throat; it had to be ten inches long and thick. I turned around and grabbed for the arms of the chair putting my ravenous pussy up in the air. I felt the huge inflamed head sliding up and down, getting wet, searching for a place to land. Ted thrust deep inside me and didn't waste one second fucking me madly. I loved it; I bucked and rode that horse hard. He had hold of my hips and he slammed in and out of me like a jack hammer. I felt his body change the pounding rhythm and when he buried deep down in me I felt the first shots of cum spreading inside me. He pulled back and drove deep again, more cum, over and over until he had blasted the last explosion and fell over me, lying on my back gasping for breath.

"Is that all you've got old man?"

"You have a weapon in that pussy. You're think you're gonna kill this old bastard, not a chance."

Ted pulled out and backed away from me. I turned around in the chair and looked at his wet, now flaccid cock. We caught each other's eyes and when he saw me smile I think it shook him just a little.

"We're not done here are we Leo, you want a ride in that pussy don't you little brother."

Ted smiled devilishly and walked back to the couch. I think he may have thought I would balk or refuse to play along; I was more than willing and this old man knew he'd certainly met his match.

"Is that right Leo, is it your turn? Well give me a few minutes to rest and freshen up."

"I told you Leo, this one is a hellcat, she can take all we give her and then some."

I got up and walked to the bathroom. I was still feeling the aftermath of what had just happened. That old man was strong and he was big. I turned on the shower, stepped inside and washed him out of me. It was time for round two. When I stepped into the living room Ted was waiting for me.

"Well, welcome back. Leo here needs a little coaxing, he likes a good cock sucking before he fucks, isn't that right brother?"

To my surprise they were both naked. Their old bodies were wrinkled and worn. Years of hard work had left its mark. Leo was sitting on the couch and had his cock in his hand. He was semi erect and stroking slowly. These old boys were blessed; Leo was almost as big as his brother. I didn't need an invitation.

"You like a warm mouth on your cock is that right Leo, well let me see what I can do."




Lessons for Two Brothers



I got down on my knees and wasted no time. I lifted his not quite hard cock in my hand and began to lick it, top to bottom. My eyes shot a stare at Ted and he was visibly aroused. I took the big red head between my lips and began sucking it, in and out of my wet warm mouth, very slowly.

"That's it, I like that, suck me, make me hard so I can fuck that pussy."

When Leo was hard, I got up off my knees and pushed him back against the sofa.

"You love my big titties don't you Leo, you like sucking on these hard nipples, how about I slip your old cock in my pussy and fuck you nice and slow while you play with my titties, I think you'll like that Leo, don't you think he'll like that Ted?"

I didn't wait for an answer. I spread my legs over his lap and eased down onto his cock. He took no time as he grabbed my tits and started sucking them like an insatiable baby. I moved up and down, letting my pussy glide over his cock. The feeling was incredibly satisfying; he bit my nipples, sucked, and licked until he couldn't hold out any longer.

"Oh my goodness, yeah, Ohhh I like this, yeah, ride this old cock, you have a tight pussy, hold on here it comes, Ohhh I'm gonna shoot, now, shooting now."

I tightened my grip on the back of the sofa and starting fucking this old man, steady and hard, I felt his cock jump just about the time he let go. My clit was so hard every time I moved it rubbed against the length of his shaft; it didn't take long until I felt the first flash of my own orgasm.

We were both moaning and yelling, Ted was jerking that old cock of his up and down, and when he shot a stream of hot cum in the air I smiled at him and licked my lips.

When we were both spent I got off Leo, I needed a rest, and needed to clean myself up.

"I'll be a little while, I'm going to take a bath, and my body needs a rest."

As I walked out of the room I heard Ted talking.

"This is one woman who can take all we have and more, I don't believe she realizes that she's met her match. We may be dirty old men, but she doesn't know I'm not finished yet."

I smiled.