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Private Lesson

By: SparkleStars



Private Lesson

"Now the topic sentence should be at the top of the page..."

Buzz... buzz... buzz

I jumped in my seat as my English professor droned on. Trying to keep as quiet as I could, I reached in my pocket and took out the cell phone hidden there. I looked at it quickly and saw the notice of a text message. I smiled as I flipped the phone open to read it. It could be only from one person, the only person who had the number to this phone. I glanced up to the professor then read the message that appeared on the screen. 

No panties – do it now. Master. 


I gulped and closed the phone, slipping it back into my jeans pocket. I sighed silently and still keeping as quiet as I could, got out of my chair, took my purse and walked to the door of the class. I could feel the other student's eyes on me as I opened the door and stepped outside into the hall. Ok. Deep breath now, just walk toward the ladies room, go in, take them off and then come back and sit down. Easy. Simple. 

Thankfully, no one is in the ladies room when I go in. I go to the last stall and lock the door behind me. I unbutton my jeans, slide them down to my ankles and pull them off, then the pink silk panties I was allowed to put on this morning before leaving for class. I stuff them in my purse and pull the jeans back on. As they slide up my hips I feel the phone buzzing again, I reach in to pull it out again. I flip it open and put it to my ear.

"Yes Master?"

His voice is clear and deep in my ear, with that gravel around the edges that appears when he is extremely aroused.

"Are they off pet?"

"Yes Master."

He purrs softly. "Good girl. You will come to My office after your class. Do not be late." 

The click as he hangs up startles me, I close my phone again and hurriedly return to my class, smiling as I wonder if anyone has noticed the small wet spot that I'm sure has appeared between my legs. I day dream through the rest of the class, wondering what he is planning. 

30 minutes later I am knocking at his office door. It's very convenient to have your Master teach at the same university you attend, although it can make for awkward conversations with other professors. 

"Come in"

I open the door, dropping my bag and jacket on the floor as he turns to face the door. 

"Close the door" 

I reach behind me to close the door, careful not to turn my back to him. The door clicks shut and I drop to my knees, settling into the position he whipped into my consciences during the initial days of my training. He stands, picking up the stack of papers on his desk and comes to stand in front of me, he sighs and lays a hand on my head. 

"Look at Me, pet" 

I look up to his face, blinking at the anger etched on it, automatically my mind races to find something I have done to anger him lately. He looks down at the papers again, and then drops them at my feet, making them scatter on the floor in front of me. 

"What are these pet?" 

I look down at them, recognizing the tests I marked for him last night. Master is a professor of Foreign Languages, the head of his department; he is on several important committees at the University. I am occasionally given a task to correct tests or type assignments for him, something he has no time for. I was given this task last night; to correct the tests his students took that morning. I reach down to sort through them, searching for a clue to his displeasure. 

"These are the tests I marked for you Master... last night."

"Yes pet, I know that. What is wrong with them?"

Now, I'm totally confused. I scan a few of them, seeing the red pen markings I made last night, indicating the wrong answers to the multiple choice answers. 

"I don't understand Master"

He sighs, and then goes back to his chair, crossing his legs at his ankles. For a moment we are silent, I can feel his eyes on me and a blush creeps up my cheeks. I risk a glance upward at him; the anger is softened slightly but still apparent on his face. 

"Master I don't understand... please tell me what I have done to displease you."

He stands suddenly, startling me then walks over, and reaching past me to lock the door, stands in front of me again.

"These tests are marked incorrectly. They are in fact, marked so incorrectly, my students laughed at me in class this morning. Laughed. Do you know how that made me feel pet?" 

I hang my head, my blush flaring hot on my cheeks. I now understand. I made a fool of him in front of his students, my carelessness made him look incompetent. This is a severe mistake. He has always hated being made to look stupid in front of anyone else. I can feel a lump form in my throat, tears prick into my eyes as I wonder how embarrassed I have made him felt. 

"Master please forgive me, I believed I was doing them correctly, I had no idea I was not... I did not do this deliberately Master... "

My voice trails off into a quiet sob, I can feel the anger radiating off him, I lower my head to his shoes, the shoes I shined only this morning, laying my cheek on them and letting my tears fall over the toes. I hear him sigh again, then he steps back, my face hits the carpet and I let it stay there, sobbing quietly into the carpet. 

"Kneel up pet... you are making the papers wet." 

I kneel up again, my head still bowed deeply, tears still dripping down my cheeks. He paces his small office for a moment then stands still again. 

"I know you did not do this on purpose pet. But you were careless and that will not be tolerated. I expect you to pay better attention to what you are doing! How did you not notice that the answers did not match? Were you rushing to get through it so quickly to get it over with? How many times to I have to tell you? Always check your work. Always!"

This last word is almost a shout, making me flinch. He rarely raises his voice to me, making it even more startling when he does. He growls low in his throat then turns away from me, he is obviously collecting himself, struggling not to lash out in pure anger. When he speaks next, it is with a barely audible whisper. 

"Strip. Everything off, down to your collar." 

I jump to my feet, pulling my t-shirt off, and then unhooking my bra, folding them neatly into a pile next to me. I slide my shoes off, my hand hurriedly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs, they land on the pile. I then sink back to my knees, naked except for the silver chain of my collar. Something is still not right... oh. My hands come up to center the tag attached to my collar, sliding it around until it dangles down between my small breasts. 

We wait in silence again; I barely dare to breathe loudly for fear of breaking his concentration. He takes a deep breath and sits back in his chair, his eyes travel over my naked body, taking in every detail, looking for flaws in my presentation to him. 

"Come here pet, stand here" He points to the side of his chair, I scramble to my feet, standing where he points, looking down at my feet. He sighs again, then opens a desk drawer and takes out a thick wooden paddle. I gasp, where had he gotten that from? He says nothing, just lays it in his lap. 

"pet, I am very disappointed in you. I have always told you to check your work... yet you were careless. And this time, you caused me to be humiliated in front of my students. This is unacceptable. Your punishment will 30 hits with this paddle. Do you understand?" 

My voice cracks as I whisper "Yes Master."

He takes the paddle in his right hand and I lay over his lap, my ass high in the air, I close my eyes and hold my breath, waiting for the pain I know will come. His left arm wraps around my shoulders, steadying me so I don't fall off his lap. 

"pet, do not make a sound. A whimper will add 10 more hits. You will count after every hit. Understand?"

"yes Master"

The silence stretches between us for a moment then...

CRACK! 

I jump, the pain taking me by surprise, I feel the heat radiating off my skin. "One, Master."

CRACK! 

"Two Master"

CRACK!

Oh god.. this hurts so much... and I'm not even close to done. "Three Master"

And it continues. After fifteen, He pushes me off his lap and lays me onto his desk, standing behind me to get more leverage. 

CRACK! 

"ohhhh... 22 Master"

His hand strokes down my spine. I hear him chuckle softly and he presses into my flaming skin, I gasp when I feel his hardness in his pants. His voice has that gravel to it again. 

"I heard that pet. 10 more. Understand?"

I can't talk, I can only nod my head slowly. I hear him sigh as he steps back again. 

CRACK! 

My mouth clenches from the pain, I whisper "23.... Master"

CRACK! 

"24..... Master"

By the time we reach 30, the tears have come back, dripping silently down my cheeks and pooling on the cool wood of his desk. I hear his ragged breathing as he steps back again, a finger strokes my flaming, bruised ass and I bite back a loud cry. 

"I do so love to see your skin like this pet... bruised and raw from my work. Do you think you've learned your lesson now?"

I nod frantically, hoping against hope that he will forgo the last ten strokes of the paddle if I'm good enough. He chuckles softly and I see the paddle set down on the desk beside me. 

"Do not move pet, not even an inch. Do you understand?" 

I nod again, then close my eyes and concentrate on listening, wanting a clue to what he is doing behind me. I hear rustling, a zipper and a soft moan. My face twitches as I realize he has unzipped his pants. Is he going to fuck me? Here? Surely he wouldn't dare...well, yes he would. The sound of the paddle being picked up makes my eyes open again. 

"I believe you have learned your lesson my sweet girl, but you still have 10 more smacks to take. Then I will soothe the sting I know you are feeling. You need not count these"

Oh no... ten more. I don't think I can do this... my ass is already so sore I know I will not sit for a week. Should I call safe? No, I don't want that. I want to please him, to show him I am really sorry. 10 more it is then.

CRACK! 

My fingers find the edge of the desk and I grip it tightly, I'll discover later that I have half a dozen splinters from squeezing the wood so tightly. 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The last nine hits falls so fast I barely have time to breath between them, pain exploding along my skin and radiating up into my body. I go limp, relieved that it is over, wondering what he will do now. His breathing is even louder now, the paddle falls to the floor and his hands gently stroke my ass, my face distorts as I muffle a scream. One of his hands leaves my skin and one slides up to the base of my spine. I hear a rhythmic, soft groaning. He is stroking his cock over me... so this is what he means by soothing the sting. 

"Sweet, good pet... you mark so well" His hand presses down on my back, I can tell he is close to release, then I hear a gasp and a low, long moan. Warm liquid falls over my inflamed skin, dripping down between my legs and running down onto the sides. He is right... that does soothe the hurt. One last gasp and he collapses onto me, using his arms to support his weight and he kisses my neck"

"You are forgiven, my dear girl."

Private Lesson



I teach, lecture and advise at a private college in my city. As part of that, I promise to help a pretty student with some academic problems that she mentions. Unbeknown to me, though, she has fantasised about me but really just quite lacks the confidence to follow it through.

One afternoon, while we are working together in my office, sitting side by side taking a short break from the tasks at hand, we get to discussing what she wants from life. Tentatively, she works the discussions around to social problems she has had in holding relationships, due to the immaturity of the guys concerned or their inability to be patient with her pace of moving to the levels of sexual fulfilment that they desire.

Inadvertently, I ask whether she thinks that is their problem or hers and, whichever, how she thinks that she should address it. Seizing the moment before her caution gets the better of her, her reply is to swing her chair around, place her hand low on my inner thigh, sliding it up a fraction and explain to me that, as she really wants to learn more about her sexuality but has either been too cautious or too put off by impatient, immature guys of her own age, she is a little worried that it might be hers. Even though she isn't a virgin any longer, she's had few sporadic experiences, merely enough to show her that there is more she wants to explore.

Then she asks whether I could be patient and helpful with her learning process. Of course, knowing the problems this may cause, both for her and myself, I stammer out some weak excuses but am defeated by the welling of her tears and the plaintive "Don't you like me? Aren't I pretty enough?"

Well, arms around her, soft words of comfort in her ear, and she has me unzipped, out of my trousers, increasingly hard and throbbing in her hand. She strokes me, gently at first, then slightly more briskly, until I stop her, remove her hand, pick her up out of her chair and carry her over to the large couch on the other side of the office.

I sit back on the couch, after standing her in front of me, between my knees. I ask if she's sure this is really what she wants and, when she assents, I bring her to her knees, slowly remove her blouse and start to plant licks and kisses on her ears, neck, shoulders and breasts.

Meanwhile, her hands rediscover my manhood, popping both my cock and balls out of my trousers and manipulating them with both her hands. Soon, breathing more heavily, she asks if I mind and leans forward, bringing her lips to the head of my fully upstanding organ. The warmth and bliss of her mouth seems likely to take me completely over the top so, after some moments of savouring the feeling, I stop her gently once again, bring her onto the couch on top of me, her head pointing toward my feet.

The immediate danger point past, I let her resume her oral and manual ministrations to my genitals, while I flip her short skirt up above her waist. With her legs spread either side of my head, I lick and kiss her inner thighs and, then, bury my face between her legs, seeking her pussy and clit between her silken knickers with my mouth and tongue.

At the same time, I caress the cheeks of her bum with one free hand and slide the other between us, feeling for her pert, firm breasts. As I feel her becoming more excited, evidenced by the heat and wetness against my face, I move my hands to the sides of her hips, lift her lower body gently away from my face and slide her knickers away down to her knees behind me.

I bring her body back down onto my face and, for a fair while, we continue with our mutual pleasures, until I feel the moment of my climax approaching. Once again, I lift her gently away from from my mouth and warn her. All I get in reply is a sensual, deep-throated "Mmmmmm".

Surrendering to the moment, I redouble my efforts within the wet, warm folds of her flowering pussy, licking more frantically at her erect little clitoris. Her hips are moving more quickly now, sliding herself back and forth on my face. I feel little involuntary twitches begin in her lower body and hope that she may also be approaching an imminent orgasm, as I know that I am about to cum massively.

Which I do, in a copious spurt of semen, just as she slides my cock almost into her throat, probably as much due to my hips bucking involuntarily towards her, as much as by her intent. Whatever, like the first cold beer on a hot day, I don't think my first volley of cream even touches the sides, disappearing straight down her throat quickly.

The remaining shots are another matter, though, and I can feel her struggling to swallow them, just as her hips press down and her pussy grinds hard against my mouth momentarily. It then twitches crazily against my face and her thighs tighten around my head for a brief period, then release, and she rubs herself back and forth quickly, I guess to make sure that she is really there.

Then, the rigidity starts to go out of both of us and, as we relax against each other, I quickly unfasten her little skirt, sliding it and her knickers further down her legs, effectively bringing her to nakedness except for her socks and trainers.

As I soften in her mouth, even in spite of her caressing my balls, she swirls her tongue around me, creating delightful sensations that, for a brief moment, give me the crazy notion that I am about to become erect again immediately. Wishful thinking, I guess, but can you blame me?

Instead, realising that I need at least a brief period of recovery time, I tug her softly around to come up and lie beside me, face to face. I can see in her eyes that, though she has seemingly enjoyed what has transpired so far, she is in no way finished and wants more from this "tutorial" session.

Confirming it, she whispers "To quote Oliver, Please, Sir, I want some more ..." and I whisper back that we will address that need soon. We lie quietly, stroking and caressing for a short while, until her youthful exuberance gets the better of her and she reaches back between my legs to grasp the root of her attention and tells me, laughingly, that if I don't get it hard and put it inside her forthwith, she is going to tell on me.

Fortunately for both of us, I treat this like the game she intends and remind her that she is, in fact, the one of us best equipped to achieve that. Acknowledging that, she immediately slides down and begins her efforts to "raise the dead" with pretty prompt success. Regretfully, as I will be quite happy to repeat spray the inside of her mouth and throat, like any man, I lift her up from her position to lay on top of me once more.

I reach down between us, slide my fingers through her wet gash and tickle her firm clit a little, then slide the head of my thickened rigid cock into that warm wet furrow. I rub her clit and her opening gently with the shaft of my cock, before sliding just a little further down, intending for the purple end to slip between her pink lips.

Of course, somehow, on the first attempt, I miss the target, so I repeat the manoeuver, until I feel the head slip between the lips and attain a slight purchase within her heated, moist, tight slit. Once again, some slight restraint on my part is required, as I feel that initial urge to simply fire off inside her.

I can sense some confusion from her as to why I have only introduced the first bulbous part of my organ within her. She pushes down to force me inside her slightly further but I motion her to slow down and wait just a little. Then, slowly, I commence slight, short strokes, pushing just a fraction further in with each thrust, feeling her open up, slowly, gently, surely, swallowing more of my hard pole inside of her and releasing more of her fluids to make it even easier.

Soon, she seems to have more of me inside her than I have to give, and as much as I can believe she can possibly want, and I feel my pubic hair bristling against her mound. But she rocks the top half of her body up away, to sit astride me, and even more slides in, if that's possible. If she isn't so tight, I start to feel that my balls might slip right in to join their mate and, in fact, I'm not so sure they won't as we really get into it.

There is now no holding either of us back. I draw back away from her pussy to slightly varying degrees and then thrust back inside, reasonably gently at first. She starts to rock on our joined point and swivel her hips a little. Surrendering to the sensations, we both search for, and find, a mutual rhythm with which we are comfortable.

From that point, things become slightly unclear, other than my thinking that I am pushing into her so far and so hard, that I may achieve the desire of all men, to get back to the womb, and hoping that I do not hurt her. Oh, and the kissing, stroking and grasping that we both indulge in.

There might also be the odd moan, squeak or squeal out of one or both of us, I honestly don't know, the feelings sweeping through me are so all-consumingly incredible. It is as if I, a man of 50 and some considerable experience, am a callow first-timer, unacquainted with the sensations.

We rock together like that for what seems like ages, the pleasure and the sexual tension increasing exponentially, until I feel her release mightily, the lower half of her body convulsing on me and her head shaking wildly, her long hair seemingly flying out in all directions.

This quickish climax is no doubt assisted by building on the residual tension from her earlier arousal, I reason, like any good lecturer, until I am surprised by my immediate explosion inside her, spraying reserves of cum I didn't know I had into all the deep recesses of her pussy, until gravity takes over and it starts to run out of her again, over my cock, balls and stomach.

We gradually start to move more slowly, more gently and come back down from the heights of passion that we reached, and I can feel myself start to soften slowly within her as well.

She pouts sweetly and mentions that the loss of that completely filled feeling is the one thing she really doesn't like about sex. I tenderly pull her down into my arms and remind her that it is one of the inevitable cycles that go to make up life.

At which, she perks up and notes, eagerly, that this means, pretty soon, the cycle may be ready to repeat itself. I almost groan but, gentleman that I am, I catch myself just in time.

We lay quietly together, regathering our strength for what she undoubtedly considers will be the rebirth of the Lizard King. Me, I'm just hoping that she's right!



Private Lesson



The bell rings and you gather your books and head toward the door. It's the end of the day, and you're ready to kick back and relax. You're almost out of the room when you feel me touch your shoulder and you turn around.

"I need to speak with you for a few minutes," I say in a rather serious tone. 

"Ok, Ms. C.," you reply. You wait by the door until everyone has left and then close it. Walking toward my desk, you ask, "What's up?"

"I'm worried about your performance in my class. You seem really distracted. Is there something I could do to keep you interested?"

You begin to mumble something about being really busy with the wrestling team and guitar practice and how you're better at math than literature...but then you look at me.

I'm licking my lips. At first you think you must be imagining it. But as you stare, you realize that I am, with out a doubt, licking my lips. Not absentmindedly, but in a slow, deliberate, flirtatious way. To top it off, I'm giving you a look that you're almost positive can only mean one thing. One very good thing that you've been dreaming of all semester. And that's when you decide to go for it.

"Well...," you reply, looking me up and down, "I think you've got me plenty interested, just not in writing essays." 

"I'm sorry my body is distracting you from learning. That's very naughty of me." I pick up a ruler from my desk, stand up, and walk toward you. Handing you the ruler, I say, "You should punish me for being such a terrible distraction." I bend over my desk and wiggle my ass a bit for you. 

At this point, you're so shocked that I not only responded positively, but that I'm giving you this opportunity, that you simply freeze. All you can do is stare at my gorgeous ass, emphasized by my tight pencil skirt. I look over my shoulder at you and struggle not to giggle at the look on your face. 

"Please, I really need a good spanking," I say. This snaps you back to reality and you oblige me, giving me three hard smacks with the ruler. I moan a little. "You have great potential," I say, standing up and wrapping my arms around your waist. "Would you like me to teach you a thing or two today?" You nod enthusiastically. 

I kiss you long and hard on the lips. Then I drop to my knees and undo your fly. I slide your pants and boxers down, exposing your cock. I wrap my hands around the base and slowly rub it while running my tongue all over it. At first, I put only the tip in my mouth. I suck it firmly and swirl my tongue around it. Then, I take your big cock out of my mouth and play with it with my hands a bit more. When I return to using my mouth, I take just a bit more of your cock. I keep teasing you this way until I've got almost all of your hard cock in my mouth. I stop for a moment and look up at you, smiling and licking my lips. Then I take your whole cock in my mouth as deep as I can. I feel you tremble slightly and I know you would love to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat. But I want more than that from you.

I stand up and sit on the edge of my desk. I hike up my skirt, revealing my bare, pink pussy. Sucking your cock was so fun that I'm already wet for you. You pick up my legs and place them against your chest, holding on to the heels of my knee high leather boots like handles. You slide your cock in to my warm, tight pussy and start off fucking me hard. It feels amazing, but I want to stick to the lessons I had in mind for you. I grab your hair and pull your face close to mine. 

"Slow down," I whisper, "then build to that." You switch to long, deep, slow thrusts, pushing my legs back toward my chest to get as deep as you can. I moan over and over, letting you know how wonderful you feel inside me. Hearing me turns you on even more, and you quicken your pace ever so slightly. I moan louder to indicate my approval. You continue to speed up bit by bit until you're fucking me as fast and hard as you can. I cum hard, knocking papers and pens off my desk as I thrash about, my body filled with pleasure. 

You slow slightly to watch the orgasm you caused. I catch my breath, then push you away from me and stand up. Your face shows confusion, then disappointment. You thought for sure you had just pleased me. "Don't worry," I say, "I'm not done with you yet. " Then I hike my skirt up again and bend over the desk. "I just wanted to get in the perfect position for you to fuck me in my tight little ass. Now get to work."

"Yes, ma'am," you answer, grinning from ear to ear. You slowly slide your cock in to my ass, amazed at how tight it feels. You fuck me slowly and gently, savoring the feeling for as long as you can. I grip the edge of the desk with one hand, and use the other to rub my clit and finger my pussy. I cum again, and feeling my body tighten and release pushes you over the edge. You cum deep inside me. 

I stand up, turn around, and pull you in for another great kiss. "Good work today. I think we should make a habit of these after-school tutoring sessions," I say with mock seriousness. 

"I'd like that...and I promise to work very hard to fulfill your expectations," you reply.

"Perfect, we'll start tomorrow."



Private Lessons



To Amber, by request

"So as you can see reading through the score," I said, feeling every one of the 50 pairs of eyes watching me as I stood behind the director's podium. "That following the 18th bar, there is a modulation up a half step. This is important, particularly to the flutes since they will come in and carry the melody for the next 8 or ten bars."

The students all looked at their music stands, their eyes quick to switch between the stand and me. Then, nearly as quickly as I raised the baton, they raised their instruments into position and waited for me to begin. This was my first rehearsal with the Grosse Pointe Academy Symphonic Band and they were as eager to impress me as I was with them. An old friend of mine, who had been their band director for many years, had taken ill and asked me to fill in for him for a few weeks until he recovered. I could see by their attentiveness why he was so proud of this group and always spoke so highly of them. The girls in their white blouses, plaid skirts, and white knee-highs, and the boys in their white shirts, black ties and black pants were the perfect picture of private school decorum. Each face seemed to be full of a youthful innocence that I had forgotten now that I had moved on to teaching at the university level.

I waved the baton at the proper tempo and the band began to play right on cue, beautifully and in tune. As they played through the modulation and the flutes took the melody, there was a clattering noise off to the side. I glanced over to see a student tripping over a spare music stand, clutching her small black instrument case, but dropping her folder of music, the sheets of music scattering all about her. As she squatted down to gather it up, I waved the band to a halt and gave this late arrival a cold disapproving look.

"Excuse me," she said in a soft sweet voice, her face becoming flushed red. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I was kept over after class."

A series of chuckles arose from the boys in the percussion section as she gathered up a handful of music sheets and tried to stuff them into her folder. Since I was the closest one to her, I stepped down from the podium and helped her scoop up some of the loose music sheets. She had squatted down to retrieve her music and looked over at me and smiled again, her round cheeks flushed red, her light blue eyes sparkling, her full ruby red lips parting to show a gleaming set of perfect white teeth. For a moment, I was mesmerized by the look of this beautiful young woman. As my eyes dropped down to look for additional music sheets, I couldn't help but notice how her stiffly starched white blouse had parted just enough to give me a fetching glimpse of her lovely young breasts. As my eyes wandered lower, it was hard to ignore the sight of her plaid pleated skirt that had risen almost all the way up her thighs to reveal the most shapely pair of legs I could ever remember seeing.

"Here," I said scooping up the last errant pages and handing them over. "I think these are all."

"Thank you, sir," she said softly, her voice sounding sweet and innocent, yet with a husky passion that belied her tender years. "I'm very sorry about all of this. Really."

"That's all right, Miss, uh, Miss," I remarked standing up.

"Amber," she said, rising up with her things. "Amber DesBeaupre."

"Well, Amber, just don't let this become a regular occurrence."

"Oh, no," she said softly with a disarming smile. "I'll be a good girl for you."

Her remark brought another round of chuckles from the percussion section. I cleared my throat and returned to the podium but couldn't help and notice as she moved onto the band platform and took her position among the other flautists, how her skirt seemed to be just a bit shorter than the rest, how her stiff white blouse was more snug, how more shapely were her legs, and how more womanly was her presence. Something told me I would certainly need to keep an eye on her, a very close eye. She took her seat among the first chairs of the flute section and quickly assembled her instrument and got into position. As she blew a few quick notes to check her tuning, I could tell that she had played for several years and that her tone was soft and true and quite lovely.

"All right, let's begin again," I said standing erect and authoritatively. 

I again raised the baton and the students followed suit. They began the piece flawlessly again, and when the flutes took the melody line, I couldn't help but notice that Amber was looking directly at me with hardly a glance at her music. From the way her lips formed on the mouthpiece, it was as if she were blowing kissed directly at me. I could clearly pick out the sound of her instrument from the rest of the band. The look in her baby blue eyes was so captivating that I had catch myself back up to the band to make sure that the next major change in the score was made correctly.

There were just some minor glitches that forced us to stop and review for a few minutes, but they were so attentive a group that it was hardly a bother. It seemed that once we reviewed a difficult passage, they picked it up near flawlessly and we were able to move on.

The rest of the class went well and when the alarm bell sounded they packed up and moved out in an orderly fashion. The sound of their voices as they caught up with their friends was delightful and echoed throughout the large room, reminding me of my early teaching days at the high school level. I took my time collecting together the scores we had worked over and filed them away. The sounds of the students had faded away and when I looked up, I caught a glimpse of some honey blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see Amber standing over by the practice piano.

"Excuse me," I said, startled by the sight of her standing alone. "Is there something I can do for you, Miss DesBeaupre?"

"Well, first of all," she said, looking over to see the last of her classmates pass out the door. "I want to apologize for being so late to class."

"It's not necessary to apologize," I remarked as I slipped the last of my music folders into by briefcase.

"I'm usually very punctual, especially when the teacher is as nice as you," she said.

There was a tilt to her head and a look in her eyes that almost seemed as if she were flirting with me. 

"Well, thank you," I replied, not sure what to make of her comment.

She moved a bit closer to me as if there were something she wanted to say.

"Will there be anything else?" I said, starting to inch my way toward the door.

"Well, actually, there is," she replied, first looking down at her shiny patent leather shoes then back up to me. "You see that I have a hard time understanding the final passage just before the coda on that Mahler piece we were playing. I'm just not comfortable with how I'm playing it."

"To be honest, I thought you played it quite well," I remarked, remembering the passage and how well all of the students had done. "It is a difficult passage, but you all did very well. What seems to be the problem?"

"I don't know exactly," she said continuing to fidget. "But I just wasn't happy with the way it sounded."

"Perhaps that was because you felt rushed from coming to class so late," I said, again inching closer to the door. "I'm sure you'll be fine."

We were standing very close now and I realized how much shorter she was than me, perhaps barely over five foot while I stood over six feet. She looked up at me with a sweet pleading look on her face.

"I was sort of wondering if you offered private lessons, Mr. Johnson," she asked.

I had to chuckle. There was no doubt that she had been playing for several years and that there was little that I could do for her. Besides, flute wasn't exactly my best instrument. But she looked so appealing standing there beside me with those terrific blue eyes and that gorgeous blonde hair that I felt compelled to do something. My mind raced quickly trying to come up with something that would make her think I was giving her some special attention, yet still get me out the door soon. Perhaps an offer of some additional practice time would be enough.

"Miss DesBeaupre, I think your playing is far too advanced for any lessons I could offer you to do any good," I said, seeing a bit of disappointment sweep into her face.

"But seeing that I was late and all," she said, tilting her head to the side so that her long honey blonde hair swept over her shoulder and spilled down onto her breast. "Would you have some time to go over the Mahler with me just one more time, kind of a makeup sort of thing?"

I looked at my watch and realized that since this was the last class of the day and that I didn't really have anything going on after school, that perhaps I could indulge her just this one time.

"Well, I guess that is the least that I could do for you," I said.

"Oh, goody," she said happily, her face brightening up at the thought. 

She quickly found a chair and music stand nearby and got out her instrument and made ready. After laying out the music for the Mahler piece, she looked over to me with a bright look of anticipation. Tapping my foot to the proper tempo, she began to play, the sweet and lovely tone of her flute light and delicate. When it was time to turn the page, she fumbled with the music sheets, so I drew up a chair and sat beside her to hold the music.

She started out quite well, but when I didn't interrupt her even for the slightest of miscues, I could have sworn that she made a deliberate mistake. I stopped her and asked her to start the passage over and she played it flawlessly. When she stumbled through one part, I stopped her again.

"The first eight bars should be real light and smooth, while the next eight are sharp and crisp," I said, trying to whistle the first part as best I could. "Then the next part goes 'pump, pump, pump-pump-pump'. Sort of like that."

She looked me straight in the eye and smiled before playing it again flawlessly. I had to smile as she played so beautifully.

"You've had years of private lessons, haven't you Miss DesBeaupre?" I said.

"Yes," she said quietly, resting her flute in her lap, and her cheeks blushing a glowing red color. "I should have known you could tell."

"That's all right," I said, looking over at her angelic young face, her blue eyes seemed so large and sparkled brightly. I cleared my throat again and turned my attention back to the music stand. "Now this next transition should go more smoothly," I suggested.

She picked up her instrument and played it through perfectly.

"Now that's exactly how to play the part, Miss DesBeaupre," I said unable to keep my eyes away from her. "You have such a beautiful tone."

"Thank you," she replied modestly, her cheeks blushing again as she looked down at her instrument laying in her lap.

Sitting so close beside her, the scent of her perfume was light and fragrant and played deeply on my mind as she played her way through the piece. It was easy to see what was happening here and yet I wanted to do nothing to stop it. When a page began to slip off the music stand, we both reached for it and I grabbed it just as it landed on her lap and her hand came to rest on top of mine. We exchanged an awkward look and as I tried to extract my hand it almost felt as if she were holding my hand to her lap, my fingers just inches away from the hem of her plaid skirt and the soft inviting flesh of her shapely thighs.

"Well, I think that should be enough for today, Miss DesBeaupre."

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I think I need some special guidance here. Don't you think so."

I withdrew my hand and stood up from the chair.

"I think that as far as your flute playing goes, you are a wonderful musician, and it seems really pointless for us to continue with this practice session."

She looked down to her instrument laying in her lap and then back up at me.

"It's that obvious, huh?" she said with a sweet sadness in her voice.

I tilted my head to the side and smiled.

"Now I'm new here and don't know about your past history and all, but if there is something you need to say to me, maybe now is the time you let me know."

"Nothing's going on," she said, standing up and stepping over just inches away from me, her warm body swaying just beyond my reach. "You know Mr. Johnson, that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. Anything."

"Why am I not surprised by that?"

"You're tall and cute and are trying so hard to resist me."

"Is this some kind of a game for you, Amber? If so it's a dangerous game and someone is liable to get hurt."

"Not if we play it safe," she said stepping up closer so that she was a breath away from me. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to make you feel good. And I can tell by the way you look at me, that you want to do the same to me."

"I do? It's that easy to tell?"

"Yep! From the moment you handed me my music sheets, I knew that something was going to happen between us. I just knew it."

"This is crazy," I said more to myself than to her.

I wasn't sure which one of us it was who moved first, but the next thing I knew, her hands were raised up to my chest and mine to hers, and the feeling was electric! My hands slipped over her stiffly starched white blouse, feeling the warm curves of her breasts underneath. She wore no bra and I could feel the tips of her nipples stiffen up and press into my palms. My hands slipped down to her waist and lingered for just a moment before slipping around to her butt. She raised her hands up to my face and leaned up on her tiptoes straining to bring her face closer to mine.

"I'm here, you're here," she said softly, her warm breath caressing my face. "You're an adult, I'm already eighteen. What do we have to lose? It's not like you're a regular teacher or anything."

"Oh, Amber," I whispered pulling her supple young body close to mine. "You don't know how many times I've dreamed about something like this. I've taught music for a dozen years and seen a hundred pretty young women pass through my life. But never have I done this, never gotten this close, especially with someone like you. There've always been reasons not to, and now ..."

My voice trailed off as we looked at each other. She slipped her hands up behind my neck and tried to pull herself up into my arms. I grabbed her ass and picked her up; she hopped up into my arms, her legs quickly wrapping around my hips. Our lips were so close now, our eyes shooting deep hot glances back and forth. I could feel her heart beating quickly as I was sure she could feel mine. And then our lips touched, a light brushing as her soft full lips met mine. Her lips were soft and wet and parted just a bit so that her tongue could slip out between them. I nibbled at it teasingly. I carried her a few steps over to the desk and rested her sweet behind down.

Her slender fingers began to work on the buttons to my shirt, gently popping each one free and pulling my shirt open. I fumbled with her blouse, the stiff material making it difficult for me to undo the buttons in my passionate haste. But when at last they complied and I was able to pull her blouse open I trembled at the sight of her gorgeous breasts. They were wonderfully full and round with beautiful rosy nipples that each came to a taut little tip. I felt her tremble in return as I slipped my hands in to cup them, feel their soft warm flesh melt into my eager hands. My index fingers toyed with her nipples, teasing them to a stiff erection. I felt her gasp as I continued to play with her breasts. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her head tilting backward to take a deep breath, thrusting her lovely breasts firmly into my hands.

"Oh, God, Amber! You are so beautiful!" I exclaimed softly as I leaned forward to plant a kiss on her exposed neck and shoulders. "I can't believe this is happening to me!"

She leaned forward and kissed my chest before taking a hard little bite out of one of my nipples, making me gasp.

"See," she said with a flirty little laugh. "You're not dreaming, Mr. Johnson."

"You can call me Rob, if you like."

"I prefer Mr. Johnson if you don't mind," she replied.

I smiled at her pretty laughing face before lowering my lips back to her luscious young body that was eager for my touch and caress and kiss. I drew a line of kisses from her ear, down along her neck and out over her shoulder. Her flesh was warm and sweet and silky smooth and I couldn't resist taking a nibble out of the soft flesh of her shoulder. As I moved my lips back to her neck and out along the other shoulder, she began to pull at my shirt, slipping it down over my shoulders and tugging it down my arms. For a moment I let my arms fall away from her and she pulled my shirt free and tossed it casually to the side. I quickly returned my hands to her body, letting my fingers toy a little longer with her nipples before slipping behind to the soft flesh of her back. I scooted her butt closer to the edge of the desk and she began to lay backward. I leaned forward over her, targeting her breasts with my lips and tongue.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson!" she cooed, as my lips brushed against her nipples. "Oh, yes! Don't stop!"

I cupped her breasts and gently began to kiss and nibble on them. I sucked each one up into my mouth twirling my tongue about each tip. She arched her back and pressed herself further into my mouth. The skin of each breast was so soft and tender, I didn't want to pull my lips away. So I licked and kissed and sucked on them until I felt her begin to tremble violently, almost as if she were coming.

"Are you all right?" I asked, perhaps foolishly.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, reaching behind my head and pulling me back down to her luscious body. "I said, don't stop!"

I spent several more minutes on her breasts and neck and shoulders, seeing a rosy glow spread over her chest. Her breathing was hot and fast and I could have sworn that she came again. My kisses and licks began to drift down over the gentle curves of her stomach, her navel and belly. She had raised her knees up which drew her skirt practically all the way up to her waist. As I moved lower and pushed her skirt up the rest of the way, the delightful sight of her cotton panties that were trimmed with a delicate little lace edging greeted me. There was no mistaking the damp area at her center. I scooted her back further onto the desk and took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of her teeming excitement. I looked back up to her pretty face and smiled.

"You are truly beautiful, Amber," I remarked lovingly. "And irresistible!"

I lowered my lips down to the center of her Y, that damp inviting place that made my tongue ache with longing. As I pressed a kiss into the crotch of her panties, she leaned back and slipped her legs up over my shoulders, her warm creamy thighs making sure I wasn't going any place. My tongue sought out the slit of her pussy and could easily feel her dampness as she opened up for me. It they had been edible, I would have eaten my way right through her panties. My fingers slipped under the elastic and pulled the crotch to the side to reveal her beautiful, cleanly shaven little pink pussy. I gasped at the luscious sight of her, spread open for me, begging me to pleasure her.

There is no sweetness on earth to compare with what greeted my mouth as I kissed her clean little pussy. I had never seen a sweet young pussy like this so completely shaven, and eagerly pressed my lips and tongue down onto her, using my fingers to spread her enough to gain entrance to her sweet cunt. Extending my tongue, I slowly licked her wet tasty pussy from bottom to top and back down again. Trying to keep my movements slow and deliberate, I licked her full length slowly again, making sure the tip of my tongue pressed as deep into her hot opening as possible. This time when my tongue reached the top, I began to twirl it around her clit, teasing the tight little nub out of its hood. I sucked it up into my mouth, pressing my tongue down against her clit and wiggling it slowly back and forth. 




Private Lessons



"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. "Just like that! Oh, God! Yes!"

I reached up to the waistband of her soft cotton panties and began to tug them down past her slim hips. She raised her hips up so that I could tug them down along her shapely legs, her white knee highs and her black patent leather shoes. Taking a quick little whiff of them, I was going to toss the panties aside, but decided to stuff them into my pants pocket. She cupped and squeezed her breasts and fumbled with her nipples as I smiled and wasted no time returning to her sweet pussy. I began to draw the alphabet on her pussy with my tongue, moving it all over her sopping wetness, hearing her pleasure expressed in a series of moans and gasps and little shouts.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I pressed my mouth down onto her as hard as I dare to, my tongue going wild on her wet sweetness. One finger then a second slipped up inside her and began to move slowly and deeply in and out of her as I continued to lick and slurp on her sopping wet little pink pussy. She was raising her hips up, pushing her pussy against me, moving herself in a little circular motion that seemed to intensify her pleasure.

"Oh, my God!" she called out as I pressed my tongue down onto her and plunged my fingers deep inside and twisted them. She wrapped her legs around my head and thrust her pussy up against my mouth. "Oh, baby! I'm coming!"

It felt like she exploded as my movements reached a peak. She called me names, she pulled at my hair, and she squeezed me tightly between her legs. I could feel her body tremble and shake for a few moments as I slowed down and kissed the flesh of her thighs and belly.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson!" she said out of breath. "Oh, baby! That was fantastic! I thought I'd die!"

"I don't think there was a chance of that happening," I said, moving up to kiss her on the belly and between her breasts and then her sweet wet mouth. "You're in good hands, Darlin'."

We kissed long and deeply, she seemed eager to clean off every trace of her sweet juice from my face. She began to push at me, trying to pick herself up from the desk. As I stood up, her lips followed mine until she was sitting on the edge of the desk right in front of me. I cradled her face in my hands and looked down into her baby blue eyes. How many years I had looked for a woman like this, and now to find her in a classroom, this classroom. Here we were half-naked and headed down a slippery slope to where we both wanted to go whether or not it was the wise thing to do.

Her hands began to rub on my chest and work down to my belly. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of my slacks, teasing the tender flesh of my waist. In turn I let my fingers slip up under her blouse and eased it off her shoulders fully baring her body to the waist. She reached out and very expertly unfastened my belt and opened up my slacks. They fell in a heap to my ankles and I stepped out of them, kicking off my shoes in the process. Her slender fingers and palms moved toward my crotch, rubbing my stiffening cock through my dark blue silk boxers.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" I asked.

"Why not? You were sure that you wanted to do me," she relied coolly, with a husky tinge to her voice that made my reserve melt.

Her fingertips slipped inside my boxers and sought out the smooth hot flesh of my cock.

"I had heard that taller men were well hung but I'm not sure I'm prepared for this," she said, looking up at me with a sexy smile as her fingers slipped up my thigh under the boxers and around my cock. "Ooh, Mr. Johnson!"

For a moment it felt as if she was going to pull it out right on the spot, but instead she tugged my boxers down past my hips and as she let them go they too fell in a heap to my ankles. With her long slender fingers never leaving my cock, Amber slipped down off the desk and fell to her knees, licking her lips.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked. 

"Once or twice," she replied with a devilish smile.

Her tongue darted out and flicked at my cock that was now standing nearly straight out from my body. With one hand cradling my balls and the other stroking my cock, she opened her mouth and planted a kiss on the head of my cock, easing her lips over the mushrooming head and drawing me inside her hot wet mouth. The breath-taking sensation made me close my eyes and tilt my head backward as she sucked my cock deeper inside her. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head. I looked back down at her and my hands reached out to touch her golden hair as her head began to bob back and forth on my cock. With each movement she drew me deeper and deeper into her mouth.

I didn't need to use my hands to direct her motion as she expertly sucked my cock that was now fully hard and had swollen to a size larger than I had ever known. And just seeing it disappear again and again inside her mouth made it grow even more. She pulled her mouth off of me and let her tight little hand stroke me as she kissed and licked the head. She painted my cock with her tongue, licking up and down and all around my long hard shaft. She then took me inside her mouth again and sucked me in as deep as possible. I could feel her throat open a bit as she tried to stuff all of me inside.

"Oh. Baby! You don't have to do that!" I said, my body quivering with the tremendous sensations she was producing in me.

She simply moaned and took me deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She dropped her hands to her lap and simply bobbed her head back and forth on my cock. My fingers wove themselves into her hair as she had her way with me. When she reached back up with her hands to cradle my balls and grab my cock I had to pull her head off of me.

"Oh, Baby! I don't want to come just yet," I said, my voice full of passion.

"Don't you want to come in my mouth?" she asked, looking up at me, her lipstick smeared all around her full lips.

"Maybe later, Darling, but not just now," I said pulling her up to her feet and leaning over to kiss her.

"But, don't you ..." she began to say, but I put my finger to her lips.

"Now just do as the teacher says," I said, trying to sound like a stern hard assed schoolteacher.

A sly smile crossed her face. "Yes, sir," she replied.

I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around pushing her forward enough so that she had to bend over and rest her hands on the desk. She looked back over her shoulder at me as I reached down and drew my hands up under her skirt. When my fingers slipped up the inner side of her thigh and came to rest on her pussy, her eyes closed and her tongue emerged between her lips. I eased my hands back around to the cheeks of her tight little ass. With one hand I pulled the skirt up to reveal her gorgeous ass in all its well-toned glory, while the other rubbed one cheek then the next.

"So have you been a good student, Miss DesBeaupre?" I asked her in my sternest-sounding voice.

"Yes, sir," she replied looking back at me.

"What was that?" I asked, smacking her behind lightly.

"I mean, no, sir!" she said, correcting herself.

"Now, you know that I can't have my students coming into class late, now, can I?" I said, again smacking her lightly.

"No, sir. I was a bad girl to have created such a disturbance," she confessed.

"And what shall I do to punish such behavior, Miss DesBeaupre?" I said dispensing another smack with a bit more force.

"How am I to know, seeing that I'm such a bad girl," she replied.

I had to smile at her comment and smacked the other cheek of her ass so hard that it instantly left a hand print.

"I would think that if you were such a bad girl, that you would very well know what happens to bad girls."

"Well, sir, I think that I should be spanked harder," she said, sticking her butt out farther as a most inviting target.

"Like this?" I said letting a soft little smack fall on the handprint.

"No, sir," she said. "Much harder."

"Like this?" I said smacking her again with more force.

"Oh, yes, sir! Just like that."

I smacked her behind a couple times more and she flinched but held her ground, whispering, "Yes," with each touch of my hand to her tight little butt. But as I looked down at her sweet little behind growing shades of pink and red from my punishment, the gorgeous sight was bringing me to a higher level of excitement. As she bent over the desk and rested her hands on top, she tossed her head backward letting her honey blonde hair dance on her back. My cock could wait no longer to taste the sweet wet slit that was beckoning between her legs.

"And do you know what else happens to girls who are very bad?" I asked.

She looked back at me and shook her pretty head. I grasped my stiff cock and brought it up between the cheeks of her ass and began to rub it on the wet lips of her pussy. Her head fell forward and she gasped something that I couldn't quite make out.

"What was that, Miss DesBeaupre?" I asked, continuing to rub my cock on her pussy.

"Fuck me," she said softly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you," I said teasing her by pulling my cock away.

"Fuck me," she said loudly. "Fuck me, please!"

I was tempted to say something smart, but the sight of this gorgeous beauty bend over before me drew my cock toward her, up to the hot wet waiting pussy that lie between her long shapely legs. She spread her legs apart just enough that I could slip my cock up between her legs again. I could tell that the angle wasn't quite right, so I reached down and lifted her leg up and bent it so it rested atop the desk, raising and spreading her pussy just a bit. My cock approached her wet little slit and with a gentle push slipped inside her. She shuddered and gasped as I slowly slipped my hard cock inside her tight wet pussy. I began to slip slowly in and out of her pussy, holding onto her at the hips and guiding her ass back onto me.

"This is what happens when good girls go bad," I said, relishing the wonderful feeling of her tight wet pussy swallowing up my cock.

"And I'm such a bad girl, Mr. Johnson. So very bad!"

Gradually I increased the pace, but tried to keep the stroke long and deep. Amber began to get into it and rocked back and forth burying my cock deep into her pussy with each move. As we moved together, waves of pleasure rippling through bot of our bodies, I let my hands wander up her trim backside, my fingers delighting at the feel of her soft smooth skin. Without missing a beat, she pulled her other leg up onto the desk so that her ass was perched over the edge, giving my cock the perfect approach to her snug little twat. As she rocked back against me, I reached around to slip my hand down to rub on her clit.

"Oh, yeah, Baby!" she cried out. "Make me cum again!"

She arched her back, tossing her head back as well, her long honey blonde hair dancing on the gorgeous curves of her beautiful backside. The sight of her plaid skirt pushed up well above her waist made the image even hotter. I brought my hands underneath her and brought them up to cup her breasts as they bobbed back and forth in concert with our movements. I lightly pinched her nipples as the flesh of her breasts pressed into my hands. The cheeks of her ass slapped back against my belly as my sweat dripped down onto her and ran in little streams along the valleys of her back. I slipped my hand back to rub on her clit as I felt her move toward another orgasm.

"Oh, God!" she shouted huskily. "Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Yes!"

Her body shook again as I felt her pussy clench tightly around my cock. She reached back with a hand and dug her nails into my ass, as if trying to hold me in place. She rose up into a kneeling position with my cock still buried deep inside her. My hands wrapped around her holding her in a hot sweaty embrace for a moment. Then, with my foot, I drew the chair behind me closer and picked her up, holding her by her sweet ass. I fell back into the chair, leaving her to sit on my lap, leaning back against my chest. She tilted her head to the side and I kissed her neck and shoulder.

She began to wiggle her butt as we sat together, letting the still stiff shaft of my cock rub on her hot hard little clit. Soon, she had found a footing enough to begin to move up and down on my lap, bringing her pussy nearly all the way up my cock then falling back all the way down. The sight of my cock disappearing inside of her between the cheeks of her ass was amazing. My thumbs toyed with the little dimples above her sweet little ass. As her movements increased in passion, she rose up and my cock popped out of her. For a moment, I thought she would settle right back down, but instead turned around and climbed up into the chair facing me.

"I want to look at you while we fuck," she whispered in a husky womanly voice that belied her schoolgirl years.

As I held my long stiff cock up, Amber lowered herself down, letting my cock slip deep inside her hot little pussy. She leaned forward and kissed me and I returned her kiss. It wasn't some timid little school kid kiss. It was wet sexual kiss with all lips and tongues and hot eager passion. She rested her arms on my shoulders and moved closer to let her breasts rub up against my chest. Then she leaned back, her head falling back and her hair tumbling behind. I couldn't help but lean forward to kiss the soft smooth skin of her neck and shoulders and breasts. She brought her head forward again, letting her hair tease my fingers, my face, and my chest. For what seemed like several minutes, she fucked me, rocking up and down on my lap, her eager pussy gripping my cock as firmly as her hand could. We exchanged wordless looks that told each other about the great pleasure that was flowing between us. I had been with many older more experienced women than her, but none had given me the hot eager pleasure that she was at this very moment.

"God, you are beautiful, Amber," I said, feeling the emotions and passion course through my body.

"And you are a beautiful man, Mr. Johnson," she replied, her pouty full lips mouthing a sweet kiss.

As my passion grew, I began to thrust up into her. She held herself still just above me so that I could move up into her. I felt an animal desire, a wild passionate abandon that drove me to fuck her with all the strength I could summon. I cupped her ass and scooped her up again and set her butt on the desk. She lay back down and stretched her arms above her head. I took her ankles in hand and bent her legs back against her, tightening up her already snug pussy. She raised her feet up, hooking her ankles on my shoulders, her soft fuzzy white knee highs rubbing against my neck.

"Amber! Oh, Amber!" I called out as I watched each great thrust from my hips send a wave of feeling up through her body. I knew there wasn't much more time before the sight of this beautiful young eager and exciting woman would make me come.

"You're gonna make me come!"

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked eagerly, an excited smile sweeping across her face. "Are you gonna come for me?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm almost there!" I cried out.

"Come on me, Mr. Johnson!" she moaned. "I want you to come in my mouth!"

"Oh, Darling, here it comes!"

I could feel my hot cum swell up inside me and as it began to surge up from my balls, she pushed me up and off of her and slipped down off the desk to squat in front of me, taking my cock in her long fingers and mouth. She stroked me just once or twice before I began to shoot stream after stream of hot sticky cum into her mouth. I could see it running out of the corners of her mouth and drip down onto her beautiful tits. She squeezed my balls gently and stroked my cock firmly to suck out each and every drop that I had. She used her mouth and lips and tongue to bring me to the most incredible orgasm I had ever known. I felt as if every bone and muscle in my body was vibrating. The blinding sensation of this physical passion gripped me and I had to lean forward and rest my hands on the desk to keep from collapsing completely.

"You have the sweetest tasting cum, Mr. Johnson," she cooed, with a big cum-soaked smile on her pretty face.

"I'm sure that you say that to all the boys," I replied with a laugh.

I placed my hands under her chin and raised her up to kiss her. As she stood up, my fingers rubbed my cum into her breasts and I bent over to kiss them once more.

"But, Mr. Johnson," she said with a playful sound of surprise in her voice. "I was a virgin before I met you."

"And I'm Paganinni, too!" I laughed.

As we dressed and made our way to the door, Amber stopped and glanced up at me with those lovely blue eyes of hers.

"I know you're only going to be here a couple of weeks," she said, her voice now sounding more like a schoolgirl's than the passionate woman of a few minutes before. "But I hope you don't mind if we spend some more time together making sure that I fully grasp the music for the spring concert."

"Not at all, Amber!" I replied. "I'd be more than happy to give you all the private lessons you need!"

"Good," she cooed before leaning up to place a sweet peck on my cheek. "I think I really need them. A lot!"

Yes, "a lot" is one of my favorite phrases!



Private Lessons



Adrienne groaned in frustration. The professor walked through the classroom passing out the rest of the tests. The big, red, 52/100 mark glared up at her from the paper on the desk. Another F. With only two more weeks until finals, there was no way that Adrienne would be ready to pass the big exam in her grammar class. Maybe she should just drop it and switch her major, that way she wouldn't have to take this stupid class. But she wanted to be a journalist so badly. Why did the school have to require so many stupid classes?? 

She flipped the first page of the test over, scanning over her many errors. Who cared what the predicate nominative was, anyways? Certainly someone could read a newspaper article and learn something new without the reporter knowing which word was the object of the preposition. Apparently the University didn't see it like that, though, and if Adrienne didn't make it through this class with a C or higher she wouldn't be graduating for an extra year. She felt like ripping the test up, and thought she might just do that as soon as class was over. She flipped to the third page and sighed. At the bottom was a scribbled from her teacher. 

"See me after class," it said.

Professor Johnson wasn't exactly a favorite teacher among the students. He didn't have any special tricks to make going to class fun, and this was definitely the least fun you could have in class, even counting math. Ogling him was the only reason half of the women, and a few of the men, attended class. Adam Johnson was, for lack of words, hot. His long dark hair was always pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head, and Adrienne had heard girls whispering about what it must feel like to run their hands through it. His face was large, with chiseled features, a handsome nose and perfect red mouth. When he talked it was impossible not to look at those lips moving. His shoulders were large. It was hard to make out his chest from underneath his cotton shirts, but the snug fitting pants the shirts tucked in to left a good impression of a small waist, tight buttocks, and muscular legs. 

After an interminable lecture on the use and placement of gerunds, during which Adrienne amused herself by watching his lips move seductively, Professor Johnson excused the class and began to gather the papers at his desk. 

Adrienne put her books inside her backpack, along with the despised test, and walked up to the front of the room.

"Ah-hem," she said, standing behind the teacher.

"Ah, Miss Courtalaine," Professor Johnson smiled warmly while his eyes roamed up and down Adrienne's body. "I've noticed that you haven't been doing very well on your tests. They aren't very important in the long run, not worth much of the grade, and I'll be dropping the lowest score. I was thinking maybe you could benefit from some extra study time."

Adrienne flushed, color rushing to her cheeks as she furiously blinked back her embarrassment.

"It's not that I don't study, sir," she said curtly, "Sometimes I just find it so hard to understand what the book is talking about. I don't know the difference between subordinating conjunctions and correlative conjunctions. I think that if I could just sit down with someone and have that person explain the concepts to me, then I could at least pass the tests. But just reading about it isn't doing enough."

"Well," said the professor, "Maybe we could work something out. There are tutors available between noon and two o'clock on Thursdays, do you think going over to them might help?"

"I have class," she muttered. "Plus I'm afraid that two sessions aren't going to help me too much."

"Hmm…that does make it a little more difficult…Well, Miss Courtalaine, maybe we could work something out. Are you free after four o'clock?"

"My last class ends at three thirty."

"My office hours end at three forty-five, but I could open my services up to you after that, before my five o'clock class, to help you study, if you would like."

Adrienne's eyes lit up. Spend time alone with this professor? She would love to!

"That would be wonderful, sir!" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much!"

After flashing him a beaming smile, Adrienne turned and walked out of the classroom as though floating on a cloud. This was going to be great!!

** 

"Alone with Adam Johnson? Just the two of you? Oh my god Adrienne you are so lucky!" Adrienne's friend Carly jumped up and down in her seat with excitement. "Do you think you two will get it on?"

Adrienne gave Carly a friendly shove from across the table. The dim bar was filling up rapidly. The club was the closest bar to the university and it was busy, even for a Saturday night. Groups of students sat around tables laughing with each other as one person or another told drunken jokes about blondes walking in to bars with hilarious consequences. Music blared over the shouting throng of students, and through all of this Adrienne and Carly strained to hear each other from the opposite sides of a table.

"How can you say such a thing?" she asked. "We're going to be talking about, uhgh, grammar. Can you think of anything that's less of a turn on?"

"You're going to be alone in that man's office and thinking about grammar? Puh-leeze, you're only human! I bet verbs are the furthest thing from your mind." Carly gave a tipsy hiccup.

The two girls giggled. 

"We're going to start meeting Monday," Adrienne took another long drink of her long island iced tea. "I feel like I'm going on a first date. Do you think I should dress up to meet the professor?" 

"Oh my god, yes! You should wear that black dress you bought last weekend." The dress in question was a tiny, flimsy bit of fabric hanging off of two spaghetti strings. There was such little fabric to it that it could hardly be called a dress. When Adrienne had tried it on, she'd had to pull it down to keep her thighs modestly covered, and had purchased it exclusively for parties.

"I couldn't wear that, it's practically lingerie, for god's sake!" Adrienne shook her head uncertainly and watched the ice clink around in her glass.

"Honey, I'm serious. You should really give this guy a go. When else will you have a chance to show off to a man this hot?" Carly rolled her eyes back. "He is drop-dead sexy. He teases us all day, for gods sake, why don't you give him a little of his own medicine?"

"But he's the teacher! I doubt he's driving us crazy on purpose. And what do you think he would think of me showing up in more leg than skirt? He'd probably tell me to go home and get dressed."

"Not if he's human, girl. I think it's more likely he'll invite you over to his place to get undressed."

"I don't want to seduce him, I just want to pass the class." Adrienne propped her chin in her hand, elbow resting on the table. "Of course, nothing says I can't get learn in that black dress." 

"My opinion is 'Go For It Girlfriend,' do what that lust of yours tells you to do! I promise you, nothing bad could possibly come of it!"

"Maybe he'd ask me out," mused Adrienne.

"Maybe he'd fuck you!" laughed Carly. "Maybe he'd bend you over that big desk of his and fuck your brains out, so that you couldn't study no matter how hard you tried!"

"I bet that would be some wild ride," giggled Adrienne, rolling her eyes. "I can just imagine him pounding in to me, chanting 'A transitive verb is an action verb, it requires a direct object to complete it's meaning into the sentence.'"

Carly burst in to fits of laughter. 

"Honesty, Adrienne, if you can joke like that how could you have failed another one of the tests? Are there any opportunities for make-ups?"

"No, but maybe there's some extra-credit I could do," Adrienne joined in her friends laughter. 

"So are you going to do it? Are you going to wear that dress?"

"I don't know, I really don't know if I should…I want to, I really, really want to…maybe a couple more drinks will help me figure it out."

Carly squealed in delight as someone placed their hands over her eyes and whispered/shouted "Guess who" in her ear.

Josh Kilgore slid into the booth next to Carly.

"What're you two kids up to tonight?" he asked.

"Not much," answered Adrienne. "Just having a good time."

"Well, better now, I hope, since I've arrived." Josh smiled at Carly, who threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on the side of his mouth. 

"Everything is better with you around, sexy," shouted Carly. "Come on, let's dance." Josh stood up and pulled Carly out of the seat behind him, they left Adrienne at the table as they made their way through the crowd to the busy dance floor.

Adrienne stared in to her cup. Alone with Professor Johnson. This could be a lot of fun. Maybe she would wear the black nothing of a dress, just to see how he'd react. Nothing ventured, nothing gained…right? Yes, she decided as she downed the last of her drink, it would definatly be something to think about.

** 

All day Monday Adrienne was full of nerves. Butterflies seemed to have taken flight in her stomach, popping up to the back of her throat every now and then to remind her to tug down her skirt, or cross her legs higher so that fellow students wouldn't be getting a peek at her lacey panties. It seemed like forever before her last class ended, and she made her way across the campus to Adam Johnson's office. 

Adrienne peeked cautiously through the door. The room was dark. Shades were drawn over the windows, dimming the room in to a pleasant dusk. A large wooden desk stood near one wall with a computer sitting on top of it. Papers were strewn everywhere, in piles, in folders, in wire baskets. There were two chairs sitting against the wall opposite the desk, and a large gray metal filing cabinet stood in the corner. 

Professor Johnson was there, leafing through some papers, one of the cabinet drawers standing open. His eyes shot over to the doorway and took a double take when he saw her there in the revealing dress. Cleavage seemed to be pouring out the top of the scooped neckline, the clingy fabric leaving no part of her body to the imagination. Legs bare, her creamy skin was a pale contrast to the dark black of the dress and black straps of her high heeled sandals.

"Miss Courtalaine," he said. "Please, come in. I thought we could work on the first section of the book today."

Adrienne walked slowly in to the room. She shot the professor a warm smile, one that she hoped he would take as being slightly more than friendly. Walking over to him, she placed her hand on his desk.

"This is a nice piece," she said, referring to the furniture.

"Thank you. I bought it at a flea market a while back. I'm glad you like it."

Adam took a couple steps closer to her. 

"Won't you have a seat?" he motioned to one of the chairs. "Let me find my book--" He looked around spending more time looking at her legs than the top of the desk, Adrienne thought. Finally his hand found the book and he smiled. "Ah, here it is."

Adrienne sat down in one of the wooden chairs. She crossed her legs and let her skirt shimmy up her leg, exposing a great deal of her soft thigh.

The professor sat down in the chair next to her, and held out the book. She didn't look at it, but looked instead at his bare arm. She liked the dark hairs, and the way the deep brown freckles looked on his tanned skin. Looking at his face, she smiled at him again, and he smiled back. His smile was slightly to the side, almost like a smirk, and it caused Adrienne's smile to falter for a moment. Was he smirking at her?

He broke the silence. 

"Verbs," he said. He glanced around the room, his eyes settling on her legs, then looked up sharply, waking from his daydream. "Verbs are very important…"

Adrienne stopped listening to him but instead watched his face. It was much like when they were in class, but she had never seen him up this close before. It was almost as if they were sharing a seat together, with no space between them. His chair was pushed close to hers, so that she could see the book he was. He continued his lesson but it all sounded like gibberish to her, gibberish from the most sensuous mouth she had ever seen. She watched his lips move, his tongue moving inside his mouth, the tips of his white teeth poking through. 

She realized that he had stopped talking. Had it really been that long?

"It looks like it's about time for me to get going," He said, glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time, but, I have to get to my five o'clock class."

Adrienne snapped out of her trance and reached for her bag. A pencil slipped off the book in her lap, landing on the floor next to her foot.

"Allow me," said the teacher, kneeling down. As he reached for the pencil his arm lightly brushed against Adrienne's bare leg. She shivered, a jolt of electricity shooting up her back.

"Here you are," he said, holding up the pencil. His eyes followed the bare leg, crossed inches in front of his face, up to the short skirt. He could see her black panties peeking from underneath. 

Adrienne took the pencil, standing up quickly.

"Thank you, sir. It has been very informative. Shall we say, same time tomorrow?"

"I think that that would be an excellent idea, Miss Courtalaine."

"Please," she said, slipping the pencil behind her ear, "Call me Adrienne."

"Very well, Adrienne. I will see you in class tomorrow."

** 

Adrienne tapped her pencil on her desk impatiently. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't concentrate on the book in front of her. Every time she looked back at the page, all she could see was Professor Johnson's hand brushing up against her leg. Obviously he hadn't meant to…had he? 

She groaned in frustration, threw down her pencil and got out of the chair. She began to pace her small room, hands clutched in front of her body. Why couldn't she get this man out of her mind?? 

It was dark out, nearly midnight, Adrienne had changed in to her nightgown long before. It was white, cotton, about knee length and sleeveless. She looked down at her body, giving it a once over. Yep, everything still there, arms, legs, breasts. She felt ridiculous. He couldn't be attracted to her, could he? Not seriously. She stared at her face in the mirror, nitpicking every small detail about her soft features. He was her teacher, she was his student, that sort of thing might happen in stories but not in real life. 

She sighed, smoothing out the skirt of her nightgown. Who knew what any man was thinking, let alone this drop dead gorgeous, handsome, sexy, smart, sexy, kind, sexy, but most of all sexy teacher? Maybe a nice, long, hot bath would help her think things through clearly. She could use some of those aromatherapy oils she'd been saving for just a day such as this.

Adrienne walked down the hallway to the bathroom, her towel and a book in her arms. Just the thought of the bath was already relaxing her. The hallway was dark; her roommates were probably already asleep. She opened the door to the bathroom slowly, the hinges creaking, and stepped barefoot on to the cold tile floor. It was smooth, but freezing. Adrienne walked on tiptoes to the toilet, where she set her towel on the closed lid, and knelt down next to the tub. She turned the water on and cringed at the gushing noise it made, breaking the otherwise peaceful silence of the house. With her hand, Adrienne checked the temperature of the water before plugging the drain, and then watched impatiently as the water flowed into the tub. When it had filled a couple of inches of the tub, she stripped off the nightgown and tossed it in to the corner. She couldn't help taking a small peek in the full-length mirror, turning slightly to see her profile. 

Not bad, she thought. Her butt didn't stick out, just gave a hint of roundness. Small but supple breasts jutted proudly from the top of her chest. Her legs tapered nicely to shapely feet. Her eyes wandered up to her pubic hair and she noted that it was just about time for another trim. Oh well, she could take care of that in the morning. She flipped her hair back with her hands, twisting it in to a quick, thick braid, which she wrapped in to a bun. She tied the bun in place with a scrunchie. That would keep it out of her way while she was bathing.

With a flip of a switch the ceiling fan came on, adding it's gentle humming to the noise pollution in the bathroom, and Adrienne stepped in to the tub. 

First one foot and then the other, Adrienne lowered herself cautiously in to the steaming hot water. After an initial stinging of the heat, it felt great surrounding her skin. The water opened up the pores and soaked all the places on her body that stress had tensed up today, first while in classes watching all the male students gawk at her from their seats, then when she met with Adam Johnson later that afternoon. She rested her head on the edge of the tub and sighed heavily as the water covered her chest. Her legs relaxed to the sides, resting on the tub. With one foot she turned off the flow, and with one hand she grabbed her novel, an old erotic favorite that was perfect for a late night bath. She opened up to her favorite part on page 63 and began reading about Regan's romp with the office janitor and started to stroke her pubic hair. 

With her long index finger she wrapped the hair into curls, stroking it, swishing it around in the water. Her fingers started to move slowly from the hair to her inner thighs, rubbing against the smooth skin, lightly brushing her nether lips opening them in the water. The silky skin of her labia floated softly, letting water rush in to each tiny fold of the skin, tickling her insides. The water rippled over the tips of her nipples, leaving them wet and becoming erect in the air, chilly compared to the hot water she soaked in. Adrienne began to stroke her clit with her fingernail, scraping it lightly, rubbing it a very little bit with the tip of her finger. It started to throb as Regan's adventures turned anal, and Adrienne moved her middle finger down to her puckered asshole, slipping in easily to the first knuckle. 

Adrienne set the book on the side of the tub and reached down between her legs with her left hand, pushing her middle and index fingers in to her pussy, slipping the right middle finger in to her ass another notch. With her left thumb she resumed stroking and rubbing her throbbing clitoris which was now quite hot to the touch. Her hips thrust slightly, and she moaned behind her closed lips, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back. 

Behind her closed eyes, she saw Adam Johnson standing next to the tub.

"Fuck yourself for me," he whispered, in her dream. "I want to see you masturbate for me."

The moans escaped her hips as her thrusts became slightly more violent. She checked herself, quieting down in fear that her roommates might hear. Most likely they wouldn't be able to hear anything over the fan and through the walls, but it added a perverse sort of excitement to Adrienne to try to keep quiet while her passion mounted.

After very little stimulation Adrienne's clit already felt like it was on fire, and her whole pussy began to tighten around her fingers, clamping while she struggled to relax and enjoy it. Her buttocks held tight to the finger probing them. She tried her best to relax, and slip her entire middle finger inside the small hole, but it was impossible…she was too far gone already. Her orgasm exploded, moans erupting from her open lips again, hips held high by her taut legs that pushed against the side of the bathtub. Shivers ran from her toes up to her head and down again. She could feel the spasms around the fingers in both holes, and each additional flick of her clit sent new waves of electricity through her body. 

Gasping, she removed the fingers, washing them off in the water, and lay back against the tub again, relaxed, glowing in the aftermath of her climax. She shut her eyes and pictured the professor, smiling. Smiling at her, stroking her hair. Running his fingertips across her lips, and down her neck to her breasts, where he lightly pinched the nipple, making her squirm in reality.




Private Lessons



"Same time tomorrow?" her dream man whispered.

"Yes," she said to the empty room. "Definitely yes."

** 

"I'm glad you showed up," Professor Johnson said, smiling at Adrienne who stood half hidden in the doorway. He glanced appreciatively at her skimpy outfit.

Not wanting to show up any less sexy than the day before, Adrienne had decided on a dark red plaid skirt that stopped slightly above the knees, and a tight sheer white blouse which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was low cut, scoop necked, allowing the tops of her breasts to make appearances in her half-cupped white lace bra. A thick black belt held the outfit together. She had done her hair in pigtails, sort of a schoolgirl statement, and it excited her to now be thinking such dirty thoughts about a teacher in this costume. She took the tip of a pigtail now, and twirled it in her fingers.

"Well, yesterday helped me so much, and I really do need the help," she trailed off, looking up at his smiling face. 

He walked over to the doorway, ushering her inside and closing the door behind him. She wondered if he would put the blinds down, giving them more privacy, but he didn't. Instead, he turned away from the door and walked over to the chairs, picking one up and swinging it to face the other, and patted the seat.

"Why don't you sit down?" he asked.

Adrienne crossed the room to the chairs, and sat down in the one he offered. He sat down across from her, so close their knees were almost touching. She could feel the fabric of his slacks rubbing against her bare legs, and it sent shivers racing up her spine.

"Shall we begin?" he asked her.

"I don't know what we ought to cover," she said. "I seriously just don't get any of it."

"What do you think the hardest thing about this class is, for you?"

"Well…" she started. She wondered what he would say if she told him that all she could think about during his lectures was him, the teacher. "I guess trying to recognize which word is what, if you know what I mean. Like in the last test."

"Why don't we pull out that test and take a look at it, huh?" He stood up, and Adrienne felt herself let go of the great breath of air she had swallowed when his pants had brushed against her legs. 

Adrienne wondered what that fabric would feel like brushing against her inner thigh. Or her breast.

On impulse, she reached out and touched the pants with her hand as he walked by her. 

She was mortified! Had she actually done that? Did he notice? My, but it had felt nice.

She twisted around to see what he was doing. Professor Johnson was just rummaging through his filing cabinet again, seemingly oblivious to the faux-paux that had just occurred between his student and his pants leg. He began to turn around and she looked straight forward again, squeezing her hands in her lap. She didn't want him to know about the tension that was building inside of her and gnawing at her insides.

The teacher took his seat again, and handed her a copy of the test.

"Do you understand question one?" he asked her.

"I don't have to foggiest idea, sir," she said, blushing.

"Well," he began, "Let's start at the beginning then…"

His words filled the small office, but just like the day before Adrienne found that she was only fascinated by the man, and not the content of the words coming out of his mouth. To her ears, his rich, deep voice was proclaiming that he lusted after her. Her imaginary Adam Johnson was admiring her legs, talking about her lacy bra, and saying that she ought to bend over the desk while he –

Her thoughts were interrupted.

"You okay?" Professor Johnson repeated.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, sir. I didn't get much sleep last night," Adrienne shook her head quickly, seeing the picture in her head dissolve like a puff of smoke whisking its way into the sky. "Please go on."

Professor Johnson lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from Adrienne's face. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment for a split second before she clamped it shut again. Her lips moved as though to say something, but no words came out, only empty air. Where he had touched her face in an almost fatherly manner, the skin was aflame, as though his fingers had been made of fire and wiped their heat on to her skin. Her loins grew hot as well, and she found herself involuntarily shifting on the cold seat. But Professor Johnson seemed to be paying no mind, looking instead back to the test, and saying something about pronouns. 

For the duration of the lesson Adrienne's heart raced. Her mind wished for another hair to fall out of place, perhaps instigating a replay of that gentle touch. But, alas, four forty-five rolled around in too short a time, and Professor Johnson got out of his seat to grab his bag.

"Well, thank you very much for your time, professor," Adrienne said smoothly. "You've helped me immensely." 

"As always, the pleasure has been mine, Adrienne," he said, using her name for the second time. It sounded like dark chocolate rolling from that tongue. "I hope I'll be seeing, uhm, more of you tomorrow." 

Was she imagining it or had he glanced at her chest when he said that? She couldn't tell, but the butterflies were back fluttering away madly at her insides.

"Of course," she said, smiling at him before leaving the room and walking down the hall towards the elevator. Her eyes moved downwards to look at the breasts poking through the fabric. How was she going to manage this one? 

** 

"Of course," mused Carly, nibbling at her fingernail and looking towards the ceiling, "You could always go in topless."

"God, Carly, be serious!" Adrienne laughed out loud before dropping her head into her arms, which lay folded on the table.

They were back in the bar, unusual for most students late in the afternoon on a weekday, but pretty standard for Adrienne's bouncy friend.

"Okay, so he touched your face. Time to get him to move a few feet down! Maybe it's time for you to make your big move. Grab his dick, that turns guys on."

All Adrienne could do was groan in to the table, shaking her head back and forth in a very unconvincing argument.

"I'm not going to do that," mumbled Adrienne to the table.

She sat up again, throwing her weight against the back of the booth.

"Do you think he was coming on to me, or was it just a…well, like, a paternal thing?" Adrienne looked at the bar longingly. She wanted a drink, school night or not…

"Well I don't know, girl. All I know is that you know how to get a man, so why should this one be any different?"

"I can't believe this," Adrienne sighed. "I mean, I know that I set out to seduce him…that's what I was thinking…but I don't think I ever thought that it might work."

"Take it to the next level, honey, I say you make a move." 

Carly spotted a couple friends and waved frantically at them.

"Hold on, Adrienne. I'm gonna go say hi," Carly scooted out of her seat and ran over to the other girls, squealing and jumping up and down as usual. 

Adrienne thought about what Carly had advised. Adrienne really wanted to make a move on Professor Johnson, but she wasn't sure. What if he rejected her? Would she be able to handle the rejection? What if he got angry? Could she be kicked out of school for coming on to a teacher?

Carly flew back in to her seat and drummed her hands on the table.

"So, what do you think?" Carly said.

"Can they kick me out of school for this?" Adrienne muttered.

"Girl, word gets out that you're coming on to teachers, I'll bet you never have a problem getting in to a class again…as long as the teacher is male, anyways."

Adrienne had to smile.

"I'm serious, though, Carly. I mean, what if I come on to him, and he doesn't respond at all? Or what if he tells me to get the hell out? I don't know if I could handle that."

"Has anyone ever told you no?" Carly laughed. "I can't see it happening in this lifetime, anyway!"

"There've been guys who said no…"

"Name one."

Adrienne's jaw moved up and down as her lips searched for names. She couldn't find any.

"Alright, then, what should I do?" She asked. "What can I do, without showing up topless, that can top the white blouse I wore today?"

"Maybe we should go shopping!!!" Carly's hands began beating on the table again in excitement. "We could go to the mall, check out some of the stores, I'll bet they have something that will absolutely boil his blood!!"

"After the last couple outfits I'm afraid I'll have to show up in my underwear to get more attention…and I think I'm developing a reputation among the guys in my classes." Adrienne didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and she noted so to Carly.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? And, I mean, how bad of a reputation could it be? All you're doing is giving them woodies during History classes. What else would they be paying attention to?"

"Alright, let's go to the mall."

Adrienne pushed herself out of her seat, giving one last glance to the bar, and headed for the door. Carly rushed over to her other friends to say some quick goodbyes, and skipped back over to Adrienne. The two left with linked elbows, marching towards the bus station with determination in their step.

** 

Adrienne pushed the door open with confidence and walked briskly in to the office.

Professor Johnson sat at his desk. When the door swung open he looked up, startled. Adrienne smiled at him, lowering her eyes shyly and batting her lashes at him. 

The teacher crossed his hands in front of him and gave her a burning hot look that she could feel boring into her core. The familiar ache in her pussy appeared at once, and she tried to keep her breath steady as she casually strode over to the desk and sat on the edge.

"I'm ready for my lesson, sir," she said, dangling her legs.

She had found the perfect outfit yesterday with Carly. She had decided that it was time to take the upper hand with the professor, and had dressed for her role. She wore leather pants that molded to her legs and ass like a second skin, and a scarlet red baby-t shirt, low cut with tiny strings for sleeves. No bra today, her nipples could be seen, erect, through the thin fabric. It was short and left her midriff and naval exposed. She had topped the outfit off with leather boots that tied up the fronts. She reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, stretching her long body as she did so, her hand nearly touching the teacher's chest.

Professor Johnson grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. His eyes didn't give away what he was thinking, but she thought that maybe there was some lust in there. They held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity before he said:

"Shall we get on with your lesson, then, my dear?"

Adrienne melted at the sound of that voice.

"Yes sir," she whispered throatily. 

This time he stayed behind his desk during the entire hour. Maybe to hide an erection? Thought Adrienne. It pleased her, anyways.

At the end of the session he got up and reached out his hand to shake hers. She could feel his hand devouring her smaller one, the soft palms rubbing together. His fingers brushed over hers in an almost intimate way. He lifted his other hand to her arm and caressed it softly, running a fingertip from her bicep to her forearm, hesitating slightly at the inner elbow.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," he said. "I think that you're improving beautifully."

Adrienne seemed to float through the next days, impatiently watching clocks for four o'clock to come around, then practically running to the teacher's office. The weekend was the worst; Adrienne took about six baths and masturbated each time to relieve the sexual tension from her body. It was back, however, as soon as she saw him in class again on Monday. During the week before finals, things became almost unbearable for her inside his office. Professor Johnson seemed to be teasing her with his words and his looks, his brief caresses. His hands became more daring, and Adrienne invited it with gusto, parting her lips and stifling moans each time his fingers touched her flesh. At the end of the session Friday, before they parted again for another long weekend, Professor Johnson ran his hand through Adrienne's loose hair, touching her head and running the hand down her neck all the way to the small of her back. He leaned in close to her face, until their noses were almost touching. Adrienne's lips felt swollen with the desire to kiss him, but instead she did nothing, only standing there as his green eyes dug in to her golden brown ones. 

"I'll see you at the test on Monday," he said softly.

She stood still as he released her from his embrace and took a step back from her. He was still smiling, casually, and began to put his things in to his bag. Adrienne grabbed her backpack and swung it over one shoulder.

"Thank you, sir. I can't wait to see you again." She practically ran out of the building, not stopping until she was on the street again. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, seeming to want to escape from the ribcage and tear right through her. 

She turned towards home and began walking steadily, pictures of Professor Johnson in her head swirling around in circles. His lips, his eyes, his hands, his body. She wanted him so badly! 

She skipped like a schoolgirl most of the way home, happy to be alive, happy to have the images of her teacher in her mind.

** Only five more minutes until class was out. Adrienne chewed on her pencil, practically gnawing at the wood, hoping for some inspiration to come and rescue her from what looked like another F. None came. 

"Alright, class," Professor Johnson said, pacing down the aisle. "Time's up. I hope you all did well, and have a great spring break. Leave your tests on my desk in front, and good luck on your other finals."

Students began to shuffle about, scooting out their chairs and lifting up their bags, headed for the door. 

Adrienne stayed in her seat, searching the page for any hints of how to pull another answer out before turning it in. She glanced up, surprised to find that she and the teacher were alone in the room. He sat on a desk a few rows in front of her seat, arms crossed, looking at her with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"You do okay, Adrienne?" 

Adrienne felt her pulse quicken as it always did when he used her name.

"I think I may have failed," she muttered, giving the paper one last look before scooting her own chair away from the desk and getting to her feet. "Oh well, maybe journalism isn't for me. Maybe I should study something easier, like physics."

Professor Johnson chuckled. 

"I'll bet you've surprised yourself," he said. "You probably got the best grade in the class."

"Do you grade the finals on a curve?" she asked, smiling.

"Just you wait," he said. "I'm sure you did just fine."

"Don't you have another class to go to?" Adrienne asked, looking at the clock.

"Not today," he said. "Those students got 50 page papers to turn in instead of a test."

"Lucky them," she muttered.

"You want to come up to my office? We could…talk about the test."

Adrienne looked at him. His face was unusually intense, his eyes probing in to hers, almost begging her to come.

She nodded. "I don't have anywhere else to be."

"Excellent!" Professor Johnson seemed happy, almost even relieved at hearing that answer. 

The two walked to his office together, chitchatting about their weekends. 

"Honestly, sir, I wasted most of my time sitting around not doing much. I know I should have been studying, but I just couldn't concentrate." She hung her head, a bit ashamed, after all the help he'd given her.

"Oh, really," Professor Johnson mused. "I'm sorry to hear that. But, studying doesn't always help as much as people seem to think it does. As long as you knew the material, it shouldn't have been a problem."

Adrienne felt ashamed. She shouldn't have told him that.

"Of course, now that the final is over," he continued, "You don't really have to worry about it anymore, do you? At least not until grades are posted."

She nodded in agreement. 

"I just wish I felt more confident about my grade." 

They had reached his office. He unlocked the door and held it open for her. 

"Ladies first," he invited, waving his arm.

She led the way, walking in to the room and taking a seat on a chair. He walked over, standing a few feet in front of her. He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk.

"I'm sure glad that the class is over," sighed Adrienne. "I don't know if I could have handled any more of that."

"I hate teaching grammar," Professor Johnson admitted. "I dread winter term, because that always means I'll be teaching it. For some reason, the students keep signing up for my class."

"You know," admitted Adrienne, "all the girls in the class really think you're sexy."
 "Really?" he raised his eyebrows, looking speculatively at her. 

She shifted uneasily in her seat.

"Yeah, they do." Her face was slowly turning red. "All of them."

"Do you?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, I think you're probably the most handsome man I've ever seen in my entire life."

His face twitched, his eyes darted across her body. She shifted again, wondering what he must think of her for admitting such a thing. Slowly he stood up, and took a couple steps closer to her, leaning against the wall.

"Not all those girls are half bad, either," he said teasingly.

Adrienne gave him a half smile, not sure whether she liked that statement or not.

"Well not all the teachers here are that bad-looking either," she joked.

He laughed and took a couple more steps closer.

"Who else do the girls talk about?" he asked, scratching his chin.

"Well, Mr. Pope, for one," she said, "But I think he's a bit too old for me."

Professor Johnson laughed, taking a few more steps towards her. Adrienne looked up and was startled, for he was only inches from her now. He stood right in front of her as she sat in the chair; his crotch was just below her face. She could see a bulge there, should she dare to hope that it was sign of his arousal?

He reached down and touched her hair lightly. She closed her eyes as he caressed it, rubbing it between his fingers. She heard his breathing, deep, heavy, matching her own. She sighed as he took away his hand. Adrienne looked up in to his eyes.

Adrienne placed her hand lightly on his hip, settling softly and rubbing her thumb in small circular motions, causing friction between the cloth and his skin. Shaking, her hand moved down slowly. He didn't protest as her hand moved towards the crotch, which she took as a sign to go ahead. 

Adrienne was quivering, unsure of herself and how she should proceed. Her hands stopped in front of the bulge, and slowly felt their way through the fabric until she had him in her hand, through the slacks. Adrienne began massaging it through his pants, caressing the shaft of his erect cock while rubbing the underside of his crotch with her other hand. She leaned forward and nipped playfully at the pants concealing it, rubbing her face on his thigh.

He moaned, and reached down to fumble with the fly. His zipper came down and he was exposed to her for the first time. Adrienne smiled, she felt like she had been waiting for this moment forever. She moved her lips to his cock, kissing the large head. She started kissing it softly, rubbing her lips along the foreskin and down the staff, nuzzling his testicles with her nose. Her hot mouth moved back up to the head again, and her lips parted, and she sucked it inside her mouth.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she noted that the windows were all open, and the window in the door was not covered. What if someone walked by? She felt herself getting hot at the thought. 

Adrienne's tongue teased his cock, probing the tip with her tongue, nipping lightly at the very end. She continued this until she heard his moans growing louder. He thrust his hips towards her face and she took his whole cock in his mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside, lapping at the skin, sucking him hard in to the back of her throat.




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She could feel his cock growing hotter inside her mouth as she sucked him harder. Her right hand fastened around the base, stroking it while she sucked it; her left hand fondled his testicles lightly, probing them and massaging them in her hand with her soft fingers.

He reached down and held on to her head, directing her in speed and rhythm by a handful of hair, thrusting his hips in to her face until her nose was buried in her pubic hair. Adrienne's hand left the base of his cock and reached up, under his shirt, to feel his chest.

His skin was on fire, so hot to the touch. It was soft and hard at the same time, firm but smooth. 

Adrienne's skin was hot as well, her face flushed around his dick, her nipples burning holes in her shirt. Her breasts yearned to be touched, her pussy begged for satisfaction as it drenched her panties with fluids.

Her mouth held tight to his cock, lips wrapped around the organ as she felt it somehow grow bigger still, and his thrusts became more frantic. She could sense his pending orgasm, and braced for it as his moans grew louder still.

With a final, violent thrust in to her mouth he came, cum spurting into her cheeks. The hot fluid shot down her throat, causing her to gag slightly before gathering control of herself and swallowing it. She did not release his still hard dick, but kept sucking it, getting every last drop out and cleaning it off. Finally, after a few gasping breaths, the teacher pulled himself out of her mouth, and knelt at her feet. 

His pants still pooling around his ankles, Professor Johnson began to unbutton Adrienne's blouse. Once undone, he gently helped free her arms and threw it to the side. He undid her bra's front clasp, exposing her breasts to him for the first time.

The teacher put his hands under her breasts, cupping them, and flicking her nipples. It was Adrienne's turn to moan as he began to tease her hard little buds, pinching and rubbing them, massaging her whole breast. His soft lips moved down to the nipple and he started sucking on it lightly. 

Adrienne bucked her hips, almost to the breaking point. She needed some stimulation!

Professor Johnson moved his hand under her skirt and helped her out of her underwear, tossing them in to the same pile as her blouse. His finger smeared the wetness around, and through the slick flesh sought her clit. 

The little clit was hard and exposed, and Adrienne whimpered as he began to rub it softly. The teacher moved his middle finger down, and slipped it in to her sopping cunt. Her muscles instantly clamped around it, and he pushed the index finger in to join it. Slowly, he began to fuck her with his hand, while his tongue still moved over one nipple and then the other.

Kissing her breasts, he moved his head down to her legs. He kissed one knee and then the other, and then licked his way up to her pussy with his long, wet tongue. He teased the lips of her pussy. Flicking her clit with his tongue before latching his lips on to it and beginning to suck.

Adrienne's legs rose and wrapped around his head, pulling him in to her crotch. He continued sucking as more and more juices poured from her body. She began to pant, bucking her hips into his hand and mouth. Her body tensed, muscles tightening everywhere, and an earth shattering orgasm racked her body. She screamed aloud, grabbing his hair in his hands, holding him to her contracting pussy. He kept licking as her body finished its throes of passion. Finally exhausted, she pushed him away.

She stood up from the chair, flushed from her orgasm. He remained kneeling at her feet.

"Lay down," she whispered, and he complied, laying on his back on the office floor. 

Adrienne sat on his stomach, facing his feet. He had a great view of her round ass as she bent over and began to lick his cock again. He quickly grew erect again, and she slid down his body, mounting his cock easily. Her thighs moved up and down on him as he thrust his cock into her pussy. She rode, grunts and moans from both of them filling the room. Adrienne turned herself around on him, and pulled his hands to her breasts.

As he squeezed her nipples, she ran her hands down his chest, toying with the hair there, moving up and down frantically the whole time.

"Get up," he said hoarsely.

She hesitated, but got up off of him. The professor put his hand on her waist and directed her over to the desk.

"Bend over." His voice was soft and yet hoarse and rough. 

She bent over, her breasts shocked to feel the icy cold tabletop. She felt him nudging her pussy with his cock, and she thrust her hips back in welcome. He thrust into her hard, causing her to slam up against the desk. It hurt her side slightly but she was soon moaning in pleasure, pushing back to feel the full extent of each thrust. 

Adrienne felt his thrusts getting frantic again, and was afraid that he was going to cum once more and ruin her good time. 

"Stop!" she said harshly.

He stopped, uncertainly, panting for breath.

Adrienne used all her strength to turn around, and push him back towards the chair she'd been sitting in a little while before. He sat down, and she climbed onto his lap, guiding his cock into her sopping pussy again. He held onto her hips and pulled her up and down on him while she used all the strength in her legs to bounce on his dick, arms wrapped around his neck. Her lips teased his earlobes and she moaned heavily in to his ear.

He started to grunt and she knew he was going to cum again. She was close herself, and reached down with her right hand to fondle her clit a little bit more. Seconds later she was screamed as another orgasm clenched her pussy around his cock, preventing him from pulling out while he came. His cum spurted inside her, filling her up and then drizzling down the sides, and making a mess all over their legs and his chair.

They stayed like that for a few moments, her in his arms, him buried deep inside her. She rested her head against his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. She shut her eyes, completely satisfied. 

** 

A week later Adrienne was in front of her computer, checking her grades. Her eyes ran down the row of class listings to her grammar class. She held her breath, and looked – an F. Even though she had known she wasn't going to do well, she was surprised. 

Adrienne stared at the screen, blinking in confusion. As she stared, the phone rang. She picked it up.

"You ready for our date? I'm going to be over in just a couple minutes."

"Yeah, definitely. I was just checking my grades."

"Oh, yeah, the grades…I hope you didn't expect…" the voice on the other end asked.

"No!" she snapped. "This is fine with me. I'm all ready to go."

"Good. I'll meet you at your place in five minutes or so."

"Great. Can't wait to see you, Adam."

The End 



Private Lessons



The usual comments are placed here for all you people that should not be reading this stuff.

This story contains elements of a sexual nature. Please take the time to read through the 'so-called' boring parts, as the story builds slowly, but I think it will be worth it. Whilst I am in fact a teacher in a primary school in Asia, the rest is purely fiction. If you enjoy reading this story, please feel free to e-mail me and leave a comment. That being said, let's get on with the story......

------------------------------------------------------------- Hi, my name is Graham, I am a 50yo guy who somehow ended up in Asia, teaching little kids to speak English. At the time when I came here, I guess you could say I was an emotional wreck after the failure of my 20 year marriage. I was willing to do anything and go anywhere, just to be away from the complaining of my ex wife. Lord knows I needed to get away; her nagging and complaining whenever I saw her had already put me into a mental institution for a month.

My story does not really begin when I arrived in Asia, but rather 3 years down the track. In the first year here I had my share of sex with women of varying ages, but the youngest had been 28 years of age. The second year here I began giving private English lessons to a Maths teacher who said she wanted to improve her English levels. This turned eventually into a sexual relationship with her, and just over a year later, marriage and a child. It was not until the day we married that I discovered that she was just 23 years of age.

As you can imagine, I was on top of the world; here I was at the age of 48, not just having sex with a woman half my age, but I was married to her, and we were expecting a child. I thought there was nothing more that this world could offer that would make me even happier; but then it happened. 

A few months later my contract expired where I was employed, and being the 'nice people' they were, they did not want me to renew. Turns out they were not impressed with the 'dirty old foreigner' marrying one of their own that were so young. I hit the Internet as well as a few job agencies, and before I knew it, I had an offer of a new job. I had been teaching in senior and university up until then, but the new job offer was in a primary school. Thinking that little ones would be much more willing and eager to learn English; we packed our things and took the 20 hour train ride to the new school; which happened to be only a few hours away from my wife's home town.

Now, I must tell you that when I first arrived in Asia, I did in fact do a three month stint in a primary school, so I knew that the 'littlies' we very 'clingy' and loved to come and touch and feel the foreigners white skin with all its hair attached. This had fazed me at first, but once you understood that many of them had never seen a white person before, you soon got used to this. But that was over three years ago.

We arrived at the school and were shown around, and soon things got down to the business end of things. It was explained to me that I would have to undergo a few days of intensive lectures etc., to get me ready for 'their ways', so with this I decided that my wife may as well go back and visit with her family for a week or two. This would save her being stuck in the room provide, and not having anyone to talk with. She complained at first, but then accepted my comments that it would be good for the baby and her family to get to know each other.

After the first few days of lectures and such, I was thrown 'into the deep end', and I was once again facing a group of kids ranging in ages from 10 to 13. The usual things happened; they all wanted to know who I was, where I was from, and of course how old I was and did I have a wife and children. This was the fun part, trying to explain that I had an ex wife and 4 kids, as well as a new wife and one child. After much confusion, they seemed to accept my humble words of explanation, and we got under-way with the formal lessons.

By the end of the first week, one of the school leaders approached me and asked would I be interested in earning extra money by doing private tuition for some children from the wealthier families. Asking what she meant and how this worked, she said there were always rich families that were happy to pay good money for a foreigner to teach them in a 'one-on-one' situation. The times and frequency of these lessons were to be left to me to discuss with the familles if I decided I wished to do so.

I thought about it most of the Friday night, and on the Saturday morning, I rang my wife and asked what she thought. She left it up to me, and as she also was a teacher, she said that it would make me more respected in the community, as well as bring us many well-off friends that would be willing to shower us with gifts for helping their poor little children. I contacted the school leader and said I would be happy to meet with a few of the families and make arrangements to teach their kids at night or on weekends.

That afternoon the leader came to my room and said she would take me to meet the first two families. We took off, and soon after arrived at the first home. By Asian standards it was obvious that this family were rolling in money, and I was soon able to understand just how much, when the father began to tell me that he was a high-up official of the provincial government, and that he was in charge of overseeing foreign teachers coming to his Country. He went on to advise me that he would show his appreciation to me if I could indeed help his daughter to learn English.

After discussing just what he wanted me to do, and just what her levels were, I then decided to take the plunge and ask how much he was offering. Now most Asians are very 'tight-fisted' with money, but this guy straight away said he would pay more than the usual, as long as his daughter had a good chance in life, and English would be her 'way-out' of this country in the future. This did not tell me just how much, but knowing the approximate amount others charged where I had come from, I decided to try and charge him a little more. Boy! Was I surprised when he began to laugh.

"I will gladly pay you twice that amount, as long as my daughter Li Ming (Lee) is learning, and she is happy with what you are teaching her," he stated.

Once the dollar signs in my eyes stoped rolling, I got my composure and asked him to explain to me what he thought her weaknesses and strengths were, and what were his requests. Again, he just said to teach her everything that I could possibly teach her, as he wanted her to 'know it all', and have the best knowledge of all the kids in his area. We bantered on for a few more minutes like this, and then his mobile rang, and next thing he excused himself as he had a meeting to attend. 

Before leaving he said he wanted me to teach her 3 times a week; Monday and Wednesday nights for 2 hours, and again on Saturday. The Saturdays, he asked would I be fine with taking her for four hours, from 6pm to 10 pm, as he and his wife had official duties then. I realized then, that he was more than likely paying me so much so that I could not only teach her, but baby-sit her as well. But hey, the money was certainly good, so why not do it?

Soon we were off to the other family, but this family were nowhere as rich looking from the outside; their house was nothing different from other average people in the area. We went inside, and soon mother and father were asking me what I could do for their daughter, and how much I would charge them. This was certainly different from the other family. I told them the 'usual' price that is charged and he grimaced, so I then said that as Lee's family were paying me more than the normal price, I would be happy to accept a lower amount from them. I did not realize how much this had offended the family.

"Wat yu meen; you tink I beggar man?" he yelled at me. "I not need your pity, I pay as much for my girl Ju mao (Julie) as oder fella!" he exclaimed.

I tried to calm him down and apologise for offending him, but he would not have a word of it. My school leader spoke to him in their national language for a moment, and soon I was being ushered out the door.

"You are a very smart man Graham, I did not think you would understand so quickly!" she said.

I had no idea what she was talking about at first, but then as we got into her car, she began to explain it to me.

"How did you realize that he was so rich? He is the boss of the other family we went to meet, but he is very tight with money, and he always pretends to be poor. You were so smart to tell him you would give him a cheap price, as that 'shamed' him into meeting his subordinates offer" he explained.

I sat back with a huge grin on my face, and decided to act like I was fully aware of the situation from the beginning. This proved to be a smart move on my part, for other schools have tried to treat me like just another dumb foreigner, but this school treated me well from that day forward. Two days later it was time for my first lessons at the school.

There was little difference between teaching primary school as there was to teaching Uni students; for the little ones had limited English, but were keen to learn. The Uni kids (young adults) had about 10 years of 'learning English' but were so scared to speak it; they were just like primary kids. I felt this would be my chance to at least get one group of kids involved and wanting to speak English, even if the rest of the country did not. I planned my lessons around the usual textbooks that the school provided, but I also allowed time in each lesson for the kids to ask me any questions they wished, or else to try and stimulate them into a small conversation.

For the first week I just went along with the idea of not doing a formal lesson, but instead having impromptu lessons where any direction the kids went, I would follow, as long as they were trying to talk and seemed interested. I also took this approach with my 2 private students, as I figured it best that they speak first, and I can correct them later once they have the confidence. In the classrooms I had a co-teacher come translator, so there were no problems in getting my words across, and once I knew they had no idea what I was saying, I would first get the co-teacher to translate it a few times, and then I would have the kids repeat my words after me. It seemed to work well.

For my night classes it was both harder, and easier, as the kids were older (18yo or older I guessed), so their English was a little better, but also, I had no translator apart from my wife; but she was normally busy with our baby. Many a times I would have to stop and find her to ask for a translation, or else I would grab my trusty dictionary and try to find a way of explaining my meanings. Overall the 2 girls were great, but I was glad that they were always on separate nights as one 18 yo asking many questions was enough for me; and as well, by the next night I already had an idea of what to expect when the other one asked questions.

All was well in the world for the next few weeks; my 'normal' classes were going well, and the private lessons were proving to be very easy as the 2 girls seemed to only really need help with their pronunciation, as well as help on how to use certain words and phrases. By this I mean that their English was very good, and they had obviously been taught well by another foreigner before I came along. They just needed help in moving and changing words so they did not sound like they were 'parroting' words from a book. 

As the 2 girls were not part of my daytime classes, it made it easier for me to change topics and push them in any direction they wished. This was a great benefit, but also had its drawbacks, as around the 3rd week, Lee began to ask me some slightly different questions that had me on my back foot right away.

"Graham, can you tell me what a penis is?" she asked out of the blue. "Ummmm, well Lee, I don't think that is the sort of things I should be teaching a young girl like you" I sheepishly replied.

I think she saw and understood how I had been put on the spot, and she seemed to enjoy it immensely, for then she asked me to tell her what a virgina was. As I once again tried to tell her that these words and topics had nothing to do with what I was supposedly to be teaching her, she then demanded that her father was paying me to teach her everything she needed to know, and if I did not answer her questions, she would tell her father I was not doing my job. Now, I have been used to people trying to push me around before, but I was not about to let an 18 yo Asian girl get away with this.

Picking up the phone, I called her father and explained the spot I was in, but to my surprise, he told me I should explain any, and all, of her questions, as she wanted to know 'everything'. I could not believe what he had said, so asking him to hold for a moment, I quickly called my wife into my little study, and explained what was happening, and asked her to speak to the girls father and explain my predicament and what his daughter is asking. For the next few minutes they were chatting away in their native tongue, when finally my wife replaced the phone on its hook and turned to me.

"Well!" she started with a small grin on her face. "It seems he understood quite well what you meant and what his daughter was asking. He said he insisted that you teach her in ALL western ways, no matter what the topic was, as it is what he is paying you for," she explained.

"But this is a bit much, isn't it?" I asked my wife. "I know in the usual schools etc., we are not even permitted to come close to saying things about sex, let alone the names of the sex organs!" I added.

"Darling, you don't understand our ways and what is happening here. The father is the man responsible for all foreign teachers coming to this area, and if you go against his wishes, not only will he be angry, but he will force the school to get rid of you, not only from this school, but from the whole country," she added.

Damn! Could this be true? Was I being somehow pushed into a situation where I was giving sex-ed, but also explaining the meanings and usage of words like 'penis' and 'virgina"? I could not believe this. Again I asked my wife if she was sure, and she explained that she had understood the father, and not only that, but she went on to explain why she grinned when she got off the phone.

"It seems the father not only wants you to explain meanings of all new words, but he wants you to demonstrate by 'ANY MEANS' what the words are. He insisted that if his daughter asked to see pictures then I was to do as she requested, and if I did not have pics, the I should show her a real one," she began to laugh at me.

I could not believe that she was serious, but my wife insisted that she translated exactly what the father said, and that he explained further by saying that he wanted his daughter to not only learn English, but to understand exactly what all the 'dirty' words and such meant, as well as what they looked liked. I went back out to Lee and sat down and opened my dictionary to the appropriate words and showed her. She asked a few more questions about the use of the words, as well as asking for examples of how you would use these new words in conversation. She seemed happy with my explanations, and we got back on 'normal' talk for the remainder of the evening.

The following day was uneventful, and I pushed the previous night to the back of my mind, deciding it was just teenage curiosity, and best forgotten. I had no lessons that afternoon, so was able to return home for a relaxing afternoon, as well getting in some quality time with my wife and baby. Around 7pm Julie turned up for her lesson, and like Lee, I began with just normal conversation to see where it led, as well as how good her English was. All went well for the first 90 minutes, and then out of the blue she asked an all too familiar question.

"Graham, can you tell me what a penis and virgina are?" she blurted out.

"Well, Julie, I don't think that is the sort of question you should be asking, or the sort I should be explaining, as they are things your family should be telling you," I quietly replied.

Thinking this would put paid to her question, I was wrong, as soon she was telling me how her father expected that I teacher her exactly the same as what I had taught to Lee. Was I wrong? Were these girls, or their fathers, having some sort of competition to see who could learn more, or whose daughter could embarrass me the most? I decided not to push the issue, and I just opened the dictionary to the appropriate pages and let her read for herself. This seemed to placate her, as she finished reading the meanings, and then returned to ask me about simple things like what sort of sports I played or liked. Soon after the lesson was over and my life seemed to be back too normal once again.

Wednesday my lessons went well during the day, and that night when Lee arrived, nothing seemed out of place, and not once did she ask questions about the male or female anatomy; I was relieved and realized it was probably just curiosity on her part. Thursday came and went in a similar fashion, and Julie also never asked questions apart from normal English usage ones. Friday I only had morning lessons at the school, and no private lesson, and on top of this I was not expecting Lee until just before 6pm the next day, so I basically had a full day to be with my family and relax or go out exploring the town.

After a most relaxing day off, and a night out with my family, I settled in on Saturday and made up all my lesson plans for the following week, and then my wife, baby and I, went out to a nice local restaurant for an early supper. During the meal I could not get the memory of my 2 precocious female students, and their questions out of my mind. When my wife realized that something was bothering me, she told me I should not be embarrassed, but rather talk out my problems with her so she could help me understand her culture easily. 

"Well Dear, I am worried about what Lee's father said to you about not only explaining, but showing pictures, and or the real thing whenever his daughter asked for new information. What happens if one day she pushes this subject further and says she wants to see a real penis?" I explained to her.

"Hmmmm, well I guess you are either going to have to make sure you have some 'dirty' pictures around in case, or else you will have to drop your pants and show her yours!" she laughed.

After telling her I did not think it was funny, I decided that the next day I would head around to the more 'seedy' side of town and see what books I could find. I then asked my wife how serious she was about this, as if one of them insists on seeing a penis, and I didn't have any books, I would be in a spot where I would have to show them mine. Her reply struck me as funny, when she said it did not bother her, and even though it would be a strange request for the girls to make; it was one that I had no choice in, so therefore it did not worry her. I thought long and hard about this, but then thought the chances of this ever happening were probably zero.

Lee arrived around 5:45pm, but instead of being alone, her father was with her. Wondering why, but thinking that he was about to explode because I had taught his daughter about such words like penis and virgina, as well as explaining the usage of the words, and the body parts, I was a little worried.

"Mr Graham, I am sorry to ask you this, but would it be OK with you if my Lee stayed the night? I will pay you extra for taking care of her, it is just that I have been called away tonight, and will not be back until tomorrow morning around 8am," he declared.




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"Well, I am not so sure about that sir, you realize we only have a small apartment here, as we have a baby, she sleeps in the spare room, and that just leaves us with one big bed in which my wife and I sleep!" I exclaimed to him.

"That will not be a problem, Mr Graham, my daughter sleeps very soundly, and she is used to sharing a bed with adults every time our relatives come to stay. She will not be a problem and maybe this way you and your wife can teach her a lot more things!" he pleaded.

Before I had a chance to consult with my wife, he had taken my hand, shook it very vigoursly, and departed, saying just how much he appreciated what we were doing for him, and how he was sure we would be rewarded for our generosity. Thinking that maybe the father's English was not as good as I thought, I dismissed his last error, and presumed he meant that he would reward us greatly. Lee followed me into the apartment as I went in search of my wife to explain to her what had just happened.

"But darling, you have been neglecting me lately because of all the work you have been doing, and I was hoping we could make love tonight!" she said point blank to me, in front of Lee.

"That is good Mrs Graham!" Lee interjected, "I was going to ask Mr Graham to explain to me about making love, and this way he wont have to, I can just watch you both!" she smiled.

We both turned and looked at her in disbelief; both our mouths were left dangling open. How could this be? Where did this young girl get her nerve, and did she really mean what she had just said? I 'lipped' my apologies to my wife, and then spoke louder and said maybe it would have to wait until tomorrow morning. My wife nodded back at me with a disappointed look, but I figured she understood that it was just not going to happen tonight with Lee sharing our bed.

Lee and I settled down in the 'study' room, while my wife attended to the babies needs, and fed, bathed and put her to bed. When the baby was settled, the three of us settled down to watch a movie, as we decided that if she (Lee) were staying the night, there were no reasons to make this a strictly 2 hour learning session. We did after all have many hours to just chat, and thereby make Lee's learning a more realistic chat and lesson. All went well as we sat and watched the movie (Ghosts), and then when the scene where Patrick walks up behind Demi and places his arms around her, Lee let loose with some questions.

"Are they going to make love now? Mrs Graham, what does it feel like to have a man's penis inside your virgina?" she blurted out matter-of-factly.

For once I was glad that she was asking my wife, and not me, for I don't think I could have handled this situation. Soon my wife was clamouring for her words, her English failed her, and she quickly turned red.

"Please help me here Graham, I don't know the right words in English to explain to her," she begged.

I let out a laugh and grinned at her as I said maybe she should just explain it to her in their native tongue. For the next 30 minutes I watched my wife's face as she twisted and turned, went bright red in the face, and all the time Lee sat in amazement. Lee let out a few distinguishing 'ooohs and aaaah's' every so often as she listened to the explanation. Apart from the fun of watching my wife 'squirm', I had no ideas as to what she was actually telling her, but presumed she was giving her the 'facts of life' talk, like my parents never gave me.

With the explanations over, we finished watching the movie, and then Lee asked if she could watch another one. As we were both feeling out of place, as well as not keen to have her in bed with us, we decided it best to let her stay and watch another, so that she would tire herself out, and thus sleep soundly. Lee jumped up and ran to my folder of DVD's and soon ejected Ghosts, and inserted the one she had selected. The usual 'Copyright Infringement' notices, followed by some trailers had finished, when the opening scene to the movie had begun.

"Oh Shit! Lee, we can't let you watch this one dear, it is not appropriate for a girl your age!" I blurted out as my wife went to turn it off.

"But why not? I am also interested in how two women make love to each other as well, and this would give me a better understanding!" she grinned at us. "If you are not sure, you can always ring my father's cell-phone and he will tell you it is fine with him!" she added smugly.

Thinking she were trying to call a bluff with us, and seeing as how it were still early enough to not disturb her father, my wife rang him, and after talking for a few minutes, she turned the movie back on, and then sat down beside Lee and myself.

"It seems her father is not a typical Asian man, he insists that we teach her everything she wants to know!" she whimpered.

For the next 90 minutes we agonizingly sat and watched as first a guy and a girl, then the guy and two girls made love to each other. Every so often the scene would be on just the two girls, and when this happened, Lee would squirm in her seat and let out low moans. Sometimes she would ask us to pause the movie so she could ask questions. First she asked me what it felt like to insert my penis into a virgina, then she would ask the reverse question of my wife. It was not just hard for me to answer, and then for my wife to answer, but I also realized that my 'penis' was also getting hard.

Every 10 or so minutes she would stop the movie and ask more questions; 'what are they doing, why are they doing that, how does it feel, have you ever done that, and then the big one, 'have you ever had sex with another girl Mrs Graham?' It was just too much for me; I excused myself and said I needed the bathroom. I quickly went to the toilet, dropped my pants and masturbated my 'penis' into the bowl, cleaned myself up, and then returned to the TV. As I returned to the lounge, Lee scooted herself away from my wife, so now I only had the vacant spot between the two of them to sit in.

"Mr Graham, why is the front of your pants wet?" she laughed as she stared at my crutch area." Yes Graham, why is it wet?" my wife laughed.

"Ummm, I guess I must have hurried a little too much and missed the toilet!" I coyly answered; all the time giving my wife a glare of disapproval.

"Oh, is that what happened," Lee stated. "I thought maybe you had just 'jacked off' like that guy in the movie did before!" she added as she once again stared at my groin, and then straight into my eyes.

The little bitch! She was either a quick learner, or else she had been baiting us all the time. I looked at my wife and she seemed just as perplexed as I was. A few minutes later the movie finished, and then Lee jumped up, said she was tired, and then after asking if she could have a shower, she left the room. About 15 minutes later she called out to me and asked if I could give her some help. Wondering what she had meant, I got up, went to the bathroom door and called back and asked her what was wrong.

"Oh, it's not a problem, I was just wondering which towel I should use. I don't want to use the wrong one," she called back.

I realized that she had caught us off guard, and that we usually hang our towels in the bedroom; after drying ourselves, we usually go back to the bedroom and then just slip into bed naked. Hmmm, neither of us had thought of this before now. I quickly grabbed a towel, opened the door just a fraction, and handed it to her. She took the towel, said a polite 'thank you', and then said that when she was finished, she would just go to bed, and she would see us later when we went to bed. I was relieved that the 'ordeal' of the previous few hours was over.

An hour later, after my wife and I talked quietly about what had transpired so far, she said she would check on Lee. When she returned she said that she peeped in, and all she saw was Lee's face looking contented and childlike in our bed. She had fallen asleep quickly and she had looked the picture of innocence, except she had fallen asleep on the side of the bed that I normally slept on. It looked like I was 'doomed' to sleeping in the middle, and I hated that position, as that is where I had to sleep when I was young, when my parents and I went away for weekends. Oh well, it was only for one night I decided, and on top of that, my wife needed to have free access to get out and feed the baby during the night anyway.

By midnight my wife and I decided it was time for bed, and after sneaking a quiet shower together, where we spent a little time giving each other some slow kisses as well as a little 'manual' stimulation, we headed off to bed. The problem here was that we both normally slept in the nude, so we had to change this for the night. My wife slipped on a light nightdress that just came down below her pubic region, and I slipped a pair of boxers on. I slipped into bed first, very gently, and then she followed. After a few more soft and quiet kisses, we both drifted off to sleep.

The events of the night had stirred me up enough that I was soon in dreamland, dreaming of the movie we had watched, as well of my wife and I making love. It started with her opening the buttons of my boxers and gently stroking my cock into rigidness. Son after that I dreamt that she had slipped down and had begun to lick and kiss the head of my cock. The feeling was pleasant, and soon I was feeling so excited, but at the same time relaxed, that I went into a deep sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I first looked at my wife, and then not remembering that Lee was with us at first, I came to my senses and turned to see how she was. I turned my head over, but she was not there. I shook my wife and as soon as she was barely awake, I asked her what had happened to Lee. She shook her head a few times to clear the 'cob-webs', and then sat up and had a look for herself. We both got up and raced to the lounge room, and there was Lee, curled up on the wooden seat with a small rug over herself. As she looked so uncomfortable, and as well we had not any ideas of why she was out here, we gently woke her and asked what was wrong.

"Good morning, sorry for not staying, but you too seemed to be getting carried away with each other last night, so I came out here to give you some room," she explained.

We both looked at each other in disbelief. I thought I had been dreaming, but by the look on my wife's face, maybe she really had been playing with my cock during the night. As it were only 6am, I suggested that Lee go back to our bed and get some more seep, and that she would be more comfortable there. She nodded her agreement as she threw back the rug and stood up. She was totally naked! My wife and I looked on in disbelief as she casually strolled past us, went to the toilet, then back out to get a drink of water, and then she went off to our bedroom. Without realizing it at the time, my cock had already registered what was happening, and it was poking out the front of my boxers.

"Shit, can you believe the nerve of her, Darling?" I asked.

"Well, she is a developing young woman, and I guess after the way you were playing with my pussy last night, and then licking on it, is there any wonder that she got a little excited?" she said.

"What do you mean? I was not touching you last night! I dreamt that you were licking my cock!" I retorted.

We both stood there with bewildered looks on our faces. What the hell had happened last night? Had we both been dreaming similar things? What had Lee meant about the way we were attacking each other? Sure one of us would have remembered if it really had happened the way Lee had said! And to make matters worse, why was Lee naked out her, and how long had she been naked?

Around 8 am my wife and I were sitting in the kitchen and having a coffee when we heard Lee go to the toilet once more. I called out and asked her to come and talk to us when she was ready. A few moments later she walked into the kitchen, and she was still stark naked!

"Lee! What are you doing?" my wife asked her." Well, you said you wanted me to come and talk when I'm ready, and well, I'm ready to talk if you wish!" she retorted as she sat down in the chair.

We were both at a loss and not sure which way to go from here. Should we chastise her and tell her she is wrong to walk around nude in front of strangers, or should we try and ignore her? We both looked at each other, and neither of us seemed to want to make the first move. Finally my wife took courage and spoke to her in native tongue, and later I was told what had been said.

"Lee, you realize that you are naked don't you? You know that is wrong as you are a young girl and we are strangers to you, don't you?" she said.

"But we are not strangers! Mr Graham is my teacher, and you are his wife. And anyway, what is wrong with being naked? I mean I saw his penis last night when you were rubbing it and then I saw your virgina when he was licking it. Isn't it then OK for me to show you mine as well?" she declared.

Again we both looked at each other in disbelief. Could we both have done these things last night and both of us not remember? If she were correct, then we both guessed that she had a point, even though she was a teenager, she did have a point. We both pretended that it did not matter if she had clothes on or not, and we continued to carry on talking as though all were normal.

"Lee, we are both very sorry if we did things last night that offended or upset you. It should never have happened, and we apologise dearly to you!" I told her calmly.

"It is all right, I was wondering about how that was done, and I was going to ask you last night before I got tired," she replied innocently.

Once again we were both in shock, but decided to leave out any replies to her. We decided to change subjects, and soon after we rang her father to ask when he would be returning for his daughter. He went into a typical Asian spiel before finally explaining that his business had not been finalized, and that he would not be back until the following day. I tried to protest, but he would hear none of it. He said we would be well looked after, and that he would see us the next day; and then he hung up. I tried to ring him back, but the recorded message kept saying he was 'out of a service area'.

After explaining what had happened to my wife, and how we were stuck for the day, she then gave me an even bigger jolt by reminding me that today she had made arrangements to take the baby back home to have her hospital check-up and injections. I asked her if she could get out of it, but she insisted that she could not. After excusing ourselves from the table, I took her aside and asked did she think it were safe that Lee should stay with me alone for the day and night.

"Darling, remember, you have Julie coming over for lessons tonight, and if it makes it easier for you, I will ring her family and ask can she stay the night and keep Lee company," she said.

With that said, she rang Julie's family, and once she explained that I felt bad about having a young girl alone with me, as well as how it would look for the young girl, the family seemed almost too quick in saying that they wanted their daughter to stay as well. So, it was arranged. Not only was my wife leaving me alone with an 18 yo girl that prances around in the nude, she was making sure that there would be 2, 18 yo's, and they would both have to sleep in my bed with me, as the spare room only had a crib, and did not have a proper bed, and one of them already sleeps nude. I was in deep trouble.

My wife was leaving around 10am to get the bus back home, so we all got ready and went to the bus depot to see her and the baby off on their 2 to 3 hour journey. Once she had left, Lee asked me what we were going to do for the day.

"Well, I have no idea what an 18 yo girl would like to do, so maybe you should tell me what you want to do," I replied.

"Hmmmm, well if you don't mind, I would love to go back to your place and then have a good close look at your penis in the daylight!" she exclaimed.

"Holy Fuck!" I thought, was this girl for real? Now I must say that for an Asian, and an 18 y.o. one at that, Lee certainly did not have the typical Asian figure. She was maybe a 34C, 5'6," and she had the confidence and cockiness of a 30yo western woman. This was dangerous territory for me. In my country if you even look at a girl under 18 you are almost certainly on your way to jail, and if you are the teacher, you will be in there for many many years; yet here I am, a near 50yo guy, married and with a child, and my wife is telling me to have these girls stay with me the night, and the parents are telling me they 'want' me to have them stay.

I tried to put her off and told her that I needed to do a few things in town first, and then we may as well have lunch while we are here. She seemed to accept this and we set off to the stationary shop, the book store, etc; all of which I did not need anyway, and then instead of hitting the fast food outlets like she wanted to do, I took her to a fancy 'western style' restaurant so as to consume even more time waiting for the meal to be cooked. It turns out this was a mistake.

"Mr Graham, I am so happy. I did not realize that you felt the same way about me as I feel about you!" she declared as we sat down to eat.

"What do you mean, Lee?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well, you waited for your wife and baby to leave, and then you bring me to this fancy restaurant for a romantic meal, just for the two of us! I am so happy!" she almost screamed.

Shit! What had I done? I was only trying to avoid taking her back to my apartment, and being alone with her for too long. But then again, when she realized that Julie was going to be there, and not just for a lesson, but the entire night, she would soon change her mind, I was sure. We finished lunch and were ready to return home around 2pm, so instead of taking a taxi as I would normally do, I told Lee I forgot to bring extra money, so we would have to take the bus. Knowing we were in a part of the town that she did not know, I took advantage of getting onto the wrong bus. It took nearly 30 minutes before she realized we were going in the wrong direction. 

After I pretended not to understand her, I had no choice but to get off and try for another bus. Luckily we could not get a bus direct from there to my place, so we had to cross the road and backtrack. It was almost 4:30 before we arrived at my place, and I was hoping that her thoughts had turned to anger, and not still on her girly desires of seeing my penis. As we were walking up the 4 flights to my apartment, she stunned me when she grabbed my arse as I walked and gave it a squeeze.

"You certainly have a nice body for an older man, Mr Graham," she laughed. "I can't wait to get a good look at your penis," she added as she squeezed me once more.

I did not know which way to turn; what should I do, or where I could hide from this nubile nymphomaniac. We entered my apartment and I quickly excused myself and said I needed the bathroom very urgently. After sitting on the sink for almost 15 minutes, contemplating what I was to do, Lee knocked on the door and asked when I would be out. Thinking quickly, I told her that I was going to take a long hot bath and refresh myself so that I was nice and fresh for her. This seemed to do the trick as she said thanks, and that she would also have a wash in the kitchen and get herself ready as well.

By 5:15 she was banging on the bathroom door and telling me to hurry up, as she was getting impatient to see me. I told her I would be out soon, and that she should turn on a DVD and relax. After another 10 minutes I knew I had run out of excuses, so I quickly dried myself and got dressed again in what I had been wearing before. I slowly emerged from the room and proceeded to the lounge-room, only to be met by her disapproving glace.




Private Lessons



"Why did you get dressed again?" she called out in disgust.

"Sorry, but I had no clothes in there, and I am not used to walking around naked in front of other people!" I tried to bluff my way out.

"Ok, but can you go and get changed into your boxers for me please?" she begged. 

"Yes, sure Lee, but can I just sit and have a drink first? I need to relax and unwind first," I sneakily asked.

She seemed to take my lies and she agreed, but only after telling me that her father would not be happy if he knew I was trying to make her angry all the time. Boy, was this girl cool in her approach. I could not believe how an 18yo had got me into this position. I poured a large Jim Beam, took my time getting and adding some ice, and then settled down on the lounge to sip slowly away on it. As I sat Lee moved closer so that she was now sitting right next to me. It only took a few moments before her hand was on the outside of my pants, directly over my half hard cock.

"hmmm, I can't wait to get a good look at a real penis up close!" she laughed. 

"All good things, come to he who waits!" I said as I explained the meaning of this old saying.

She seemed annoyed, but she accepted my comments, but she did not remove her hand from my cock. By the time I was slowly getting to the end of my drink, her eyes were looking more directly at my member, and her tongue was poking out slightly.

"Almost time for my next lesson Mr Graham, you have almost finished your drink, so I can now see your penis," she laughed as she squeezed my now hard cock.

Just as she said this there was a knock on the door. I excused myself and got up and went to open it. I pretended to be surprised, as well as forgetful.

"Hello Julie, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Mr Graham, why do you make jokes? You know I have a lesson tonight with you. and anyway, did you forget that I am staying the night with you?" she asked.

"Sorry Julie, it has been a long day and my mind is not thinking correctly. Of course you have a lesson tonight. Please come in," I said.

We walked back to the lounge to the waiting and puzzled Lee. "Sorry Lee, I forgot all about Julie and her lesson tonight. And it seems that I also forgot that she is staying the night. Obviously my wife forgot as well, or else she would have explained it to your father and hers. Seems you two are stuck here with me for the night!" I explained, trying to pretend I genuinely had forgotten all about Julie coming tonight. 

Lee did not seem impressed at this announcement, but soon all signs of animosity had disappeared. Julie's lesson turned into a three-way conversation, one where I tried to let them speak, and I just tried to stay on the side, and I just jumped in to correct their grammar etc., when required. All went well and soon it was 8pm.

"Mr Graham, can we take a break and have something to eat please?" asked Lee.

I had actually forgotten that her and I had not eaten since lunchtime. I had had my mind so much on trying to avoid her intimate contact etc., that I had not remembered to get something for us to eat. I suggested that since Julie was also staying the night, there were no need for us to just have a lesson in one straight hit, but we may as well go out and have a meal together.

"So, what sort of meal would you like, and where do you girls suggest?" I asked.

After a few minutes of them talking in their native tongue, Lee piped up and said that they wanted to go somewhere like where we had had lunch today. Not knowing where to go around my area, Lee soon told me she knew of a place that her father took her some times for lunch on a Sunday. It seemed it was a western style 'buffet' concern, and it cost about $12 per person, and that included as many times to the food, drinks and sweets as you wished. It seemed like a good idea to me.

The place turned out to be just around the corner from where I lived, so we walked around the corner and found that we had no trouble getting in to it. The food was actually very good; they had a large variety of Chinese, Japanese and western styles of meals. The girls loaded their plates up and I did the same. It had been a long time since I had tasted prawns (shrimp) and crabs as well as the ones supplied, as well as the sushi, sashimi and other great delights to be had. I found that the drinks included beer and house red wine, so liking a nice drop of red, and as well noticing that it was western style red, and not the light alcohol type Asians drink, I took a large glass of that.

During the course of the meal, I took great pains to describe all the new items and foods to the girls, as well as explain the use of the cutlery, side plates etc. They soon were doing well and then they both got up and said they would get a 'cola' for themselves, as well as get me another wine. I am not sure just how these places work, or if there is a 'set' way for things to happen in these places, so I just told the girls it was up to them to tell me when we should leave. They agreed they would tell me, but for now they were enjoying trying all the different things on offer.

We had been there for maybe 2 hours, and all the time I never had to leave my seat. The girls would take turns at getting me more food, wine, salads, etc., and all I had to do was sit there and eat and drink, as well as keep their talking going, and correct them when they made small errors. It seemed like a great night, and the girls seemed to get along famously. The only problem was trying to stop them from slipping back to their native language every so often. But each time I chided them for doing so, they just laughed and said they were talking 'girl things' and I should not worry.

By 11:15 the restaurant had all but emptied and the girls informed me that they were closing, and we should go home. We paid the bill and proceeded to walk the two blocks back to my apartment; all the way there the girls held hands and joked and talked. It seemed that I was off the hook, and Lee was now back to being a 'normal' 18 yo girl. When we got there Julie asked if she could have a shower before she went to bed, and before I could answer, Lee said she would get her a towel 'as Mr Graham does not think of those things'. Lee first poured me a JB and ice and then proceeded to help Julie with her shower needs.

I sat back and took delight in sipping away at my drink, and I did not even notice at the time that Lee did not come back. I guess at the time that if I had of noticed, I would have presumed that she just went to bed. About 20 minutes later I heard the shower stop, and about 5 minutes after that, Julie and Lee walked out of the shower and proceeded to come and sit either side of me on the lounge; NAKED!

"What the hell are you two doing!" I called out.

"Mr Graham, it is alright," Lee said. "I told Julie how you and your wife did not mind me being naked last night, and she said she likes to be naked as well," she added.

I was flabbergasted. Here were two young 18-year-old girls in front of me, and both of them were naked, and although I am around 50, I was not dead! 

"Girls!" I called out. "This is not right! I am a married man! I am almost 3 times your age! I am your teacher! You can't walk around naked in front of me!" I yelled at them.

"hahahahaha, Mr Graham, you are so funny. We are not walking around naked in front of you, we are sitting naked next to you. You maybe need to practice your English as well!" Lee laughed.

"Lee, Julie, this is not funny, in my country I could go to prison for being like this with you!" I tried to explain. "And even in this country, my wife will divorce me, if I'm lucky, but more than likely she will cut my cock off!," I blurted.

"What is a 'cock', Mr Graham?" asked Julie in an innocent way.

"Yes, Mr Graham, what is a cock?" Lee added.

"My cock, my thing, my pole, my shaft, my pony, my fucking penis!" I yelled at them both. "It does not matter what it is, she will cut it off if she finds out what you two are doing here with me!" I almost sobbed.

"But Mr Graham, your wife did not mind when I licked her virgina and sucked your penis last night, why should she care if we are both naked here with you?" she asked with a smile.

"What do you mean? You licked her pussy and sucked my cock last night? We both thought we were dreaming! Why didn't you tell us this morning?" I screamed.

"But Mr Graham, I told you I wanted to know all about those things, and it seems Julie does as well. Actually, she is disappointed that your wife is not here as well, but I told her I will lick her pussy for her if she wishes," she blurted out at me.

"I could not believe it. Lee had actually played with my cock and sucked it last night; not only that, but she had licked out my wife's pussy; and we both had thought we had had wet dreams! What was I to do? How did I get myself into this mess? How long did my marriage, and my life have left, before they were both over?

"Mr Graham, I think it is time for us all to go to bed, don't you think so?" Lee asked.

By now I was shaking in my boots. What were I to do and how could I find a way out of this? I knew it was late, but I was determined to put a stop to this. I did not care who I upset, I was going to contact their families and tell them to get them out of here, NOW!

I first rang Lee's father, and once he finally answered, and I told him point blank that it was wrong his daughter should be naked in front of me (yes, OK, so I did not tell him she had sucked my cock), he said it did not matter, as long as she was happy, she could do ANYTHING she wanted. Then he reminded me that he had told me I would be 'well rewarded', and I should just give my daughter the education she desired. I could not believe it.

After realizing that this was a waste of time, and either her father's English was total 'shit', or I was being set upon by a total idiot, I decided to ring Julie's father. When he answered I was not sure how to approach this, but deciding that I should not try and be a 'sook', I just blurted out what Lee's father had said, as well as what the girls had been doing. But to my surprise, instead of being offended by my words, or upset at what Lee had done, and even worse, that his daughter was now naked in my home, and my wife was not here, he actually shook 'the shit' out of me.

"Ahhh, Mr Graham, are you saying that his daughter is OK, but my daughter is not good enough for you?" he politely asked me. "My daughter is just as good, if not better, than his daughter. I expect you to give her the same, if not better education in life, than you give to his daughter. Is that understood? Remember, I am his boss, and if you do more for him than you do for me, it will not be good for you or him!" he explained in a very condescending voice.

Well! That being said by the two fathers, all was well, except for the fact that it is immoral in my country, and as well illegal in this country, not to mention the fact that my wife would probably kill me, just before she takes my child away forever. What could I do next? There was only one thing for it, I had to ring my wife and tell her the truth right way and explain that I was out of a job, and maybe would be deported very soon.

I called her and explained the situation, but all the time the girls were getting impatient with me; they were both now cuddling up either side of me and rubbing their hands all over my chest as well as my now rigid cock.

"Darling, please, please help me," I sobbed. I know you are too far away to do anything, but please, talk to these girls, tell them you don't approve, tell them I would rather leave the country than lose you and the baby! Please darling!" I begged her.

Not having a clue on what I was saying, she asked to speak to Lee. I gave the phone over and moved back to the lounge, but Julie hung on tight and followed me. Once I was sitting she laid her head on my lap and began to unzip my pants.

"NO, STOP THAT!" I yelled as I pushed her away.

"Mr Graham, your wife wants to talk with you again," Lee laughed.

Julie released me from her grip, and soon I was placing the phone to my ear. "Graham, Darling, it seems we have got ourselves into a very bad situation. I'm sorry Dear, but you have no choice but to do what ever the girls want. It is either that, or tomorrow you will be pushed out of the country, or be thrown in prison. I'm sorry, but the fathers of these girls are very high up in the government, and there is no way to fight against them," she sobbed. "You must try and make sure that they are both happy, and I will be home tomorrow. I will understand that you are doing this for me and our daughter," she cried as she hung the phone up.

I could not believe it, I was trapped; set up like a proverbial clay pigeon! I tried one last idea and I rang the leader of my school, begging that he try and get me out of here now, or at least send the police to take these girls away; but there was no hope. She told me that no one, not even the police would believe me over the two girls and their fathers. I was trapped.

When I got off the phone the two girls were sitting side by side, both looking directly at me, and smiling.

"Well, are we ready for bed now Mr Graham?" they asked in unison.

I knew I had no choice, and I knew that under different circumstances; ones where I were younger, single, etc, etc., I would have been happy for this to happen; but this was basically rape, just the roles were reversed. I was being held a captive, even though there were no weapons; well at least no guns or knives; but their fathers were weapons,; weapons that could do more damage to me then a gun!

As I basically dragged my feet off to the bedroom, Lee sidled up beside me, but then she pulled me to a halt.

"Ohhh, you need a bath, you have wine and cigarette smells all over you, not to mention sweat!" she exclaimed.

With that said the two girls led me off towards the bathroom, where once inside, they began to undress me. First my shirt, then one leg at a time, they removed my shoes and socks. Once they were gone they undid my belt, unzipped me, and then my trousers were removed, leaving me in my boxers; but that was not for long as they were quickly removed by Julie, as Lee turned on the shower.

Now I don't know if any of you have been in Asian countries, but unlike western showers where the showerhead is in the bathtub, Asian bathrooms are actually 'wet bathrooms'. This means that there is normally no bathtub. It is a small room where the walls and floor are tiled, there is a small washing machine, a towel rack and a showerhead on the wall. Much room for as many as you like to mill around, and no room to hide from anyone.

Once the water was running, the girls both grabbed soap and shampoo, and they pushed me under the water and began to later me up. First they were gentle and just made sure that they washed me properly, but once the niceties were over and the 'usual' bath was done, they both attacked different sides of me and began to wash. Julie was attacking my arse, whilst Lee began to wash my cock and balls. After a few moments of this, Julie protested that it were her turn for the front of me. So, that decided they changed the positions of their hands and continued on their merry ways.

I would like to say that I fought them off; I would like to say that what they were doing was revolting me beyond belief; but unfortunately, as much as I was averse to this happening, I was still after all, a male! I was lost in euphoric bliss. My cock took control of my body and brain, and so I was reaching across to these two nubile nymphs and returning the manual pleasures. My hands were alternating between the two of them; first I devoted my two hands to touching Lee's tits, and then to Julie's, but soon I found my rhythm and I had one hand on each of them; first one tit, and then the other.

I could not control myself, for soon my hands were running away and rubbing their beautiful pussies; Lee's was almost totally bald; but this was because she had trimmed and shaved it at some stage; and Julies was also almost bald, but not from shaving or trimming, but because she had apparently developed very late down below. Julies only had fine wisps of light coloured hair below.

Whilst I was trying to keep my brain divided between the two girls; trying to give them equal treatment, they in turn seemed to work well as a team. First Lee would be stroking my cock while Julie would be rubbing her hands up and down my chest; alternating one of her hands between my chest and my back. Eventually they would change positions, or hands, and then Lee would be rubbing her hands over my back and my arse, or my arse and my nipples. It did not take long with this action before my cock was throbbing; trying to bulge out of my body; trying to take control of the situation and fend for itself.

It was too late for me by this time; all reasoning and logic, as well as sanity, had very quickly disappeared. The girls were soon on their knees; first Lee, who seemed to be the controlling influence, was at my cock and teasing it with her tongue; while Julie was left to lick away at my arse. I could not believe the pleasures that these young girls (or should I say women, or nymph's), were giving me. They were like untamed tigers, going for the kill, and once having attained the kill, they were only intent on devouring their kill. I never stood a chance.

Soon after Lee had taken my cock into her mouth, I felt my balls begin to tighten. I tried to stop the inevitable, but I had no chance, for as soon as she began to suck my cock into her mouth, Julie had delved almost into the depths of my bowels with her tongue. I quickly exploded into the back of Lee's throat. Shot after shot of my seed went hurtling down her throat; and the strange thing was, she never once gagged. She seemed to just take it all in her stride. Once I finished unloading my seed into her throat, she pulled back and then licked all around, and made sure that I was clean. By this time Julie also seemed to have had her fill of having her tongue in my bowels.

As I came down from my orgasm, Lee and Julie seemed to forget all about me, and next thing I knew, they were going at each other's mouths like they had been doing this forever. I collapsed onto the floor; just barely being able to land on my arse and avoid falling onto my face; my strength was drained. I sat there for the next five minutes watching these two young devils devour each other's tongues. After awhile they seemed to remember that I was there; their prey had not been devoured fully; they risked their prey escaping before the job was complete.

Almost instinctively, they both turned and looked down at me and smiled. There were only a few split seconds between the two of them making a move with their arms, to help me back to my feet.

"Mr Graham, we think it is time we all went to bed now, what do you think?" they said in unison.

I was like a 'lamb to the slaughter', I had no choice but to follow the leader. My fate was sealed, and I had only just a few moments before I realized that I had no choice, as my life and future depended on this, as well my cock had already told me that it was in control. I stood up and we all dried ourselves, and then we went in the direction of the bedroom.

As I went into the bedroom, Lee ushered me to move into the middle; saying that they were both going to have the best of me. I meekly obeyed; all the time wondering how a near 50 year old could be so easily ordered around by two 18 year olds, and do it so easily. I slid into the middle of the bed, and soon the two girls were sliding in either side of me. They both sidled up against me; but instead of attacking me at once, they both looked across my chest and stared into each other's eyes.

They began to talk softly in their own language, but then they seemed to be arguing. Not knowing what was happening, I lifted myself up between them and asked what was wrong. "Sorry, Mr Graham," Julie said. 




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"We were just arguing over who gets to have you nice penis first," she added.

This comment actually made me break out into laughter. The girls stoped their fighting and looked at me.

"What's wrong, what's so funny, Mr Graham?" they asked in unison.

"Oh, it just seems so funny, the two of you seemed so intent on having me, and I was so intent on stopping you both. But now that I have surrendered, you two are fighting over who gets me first!" I laughed.

All three of us began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Soon the girls were kissing my cheeks at the same time, and I was alternating between both of their lips. After what seemed like an eternity of kissing them in turn, soon Julie's mouth left mine and began a slow descent down my chest, and on towards my groin. It seemed that they had made an unconscious decision on who got the first chance.

After a few moments more her lips were engulfing my member, while Lee continued to suck on my face, but after a few moments she moved down to attack my chest area, and soon she was sucking and biting on my nipples. After a few minutes of her doing this, and Julie attacking my now well and truly rigid member, Julie straddled my groin and positioned herself over my pole. Taking her time, she grabbed a hold of it and began to rub the head up and down along the entrance of her girlie slit; my cock began to grow even larger and harder as she did so.

For the next few moments I was in heaven as Julie slowly sank lower and lower onto my manhood; a minute amount at a time, but slowly taking more and more of my seven inches into her moist and warm hole of pleasure. Soon after she reached the half-way mark, she let out a loud moan, and then she leaned herself forward and took a hold of Lee's face, and she planted her juiciest of lips and tongues onto her. I almost blew my load then and there as I watched these two young ladies play 'hide the tongue' with each other.

As I felt Julie hit bottom on my throbbing cock, Lee pulled away from Julie, and Julie seemed upset. But a few moments later I heard her speak to Julie.

"I'll be back for more of you soon Julie, just give me time to reposition myself here," she said, as Lee slowly slid her legs across my face, and placed her now dripping pussy over my mouth and nose.

As Lee's pussy reached across, and covered my mouth and nose, at the same time I felt Julie bottom out on my pubic bone; our most private of parts joined together in the ultimate of acts. I heard her let out a loud groan as her pubis hit mine, but then again, it may have been Lee as my tongue entered her moist hole, and my nose almost entered her puckered little bud at the rear entrance. 

All I knew at the time was that I had three of my projected parts (nose, cock and tongue) entered into the most prized parts of, not only women, but also young teenage girls; and I was lost in paradise at that moment. No longer was I thinking with my brain in my head, but the one in my cock.

After only a few minutes of my tongue delving into Lee's pussy, attacking her clit, as well as finding her tiny little G-Spot, I felt her push harder down onto my face, as she unleashed a torrent of her hot, but sweet tasting juices. Soon after this, maybe only a split second, I felt Julie send wave after wave of her juices down onto my rigid pole.

Almost simultaneous, they both stopped their movements on my respective body parts; I felt let down; but then Lee moved off my face, and she repositioned herself to my side. A few moments later, as I looked to see what she was doing, I saw their mouths and tongues meet once more. After a few minutes of watching what was happening before my eyes, they swapped positions. Now Julie was straddling my face, and Lee was lowering herself down onto my rigid member. Once again the motions started, just this time the girls had changed positions. I could now taste a mixture of Julie's juices as well as a faint taste that was unfamiliar to me, until I recalled the taste I knew only too well after fucking my wife and then going down of her; it was me!

Lee was not as slow and paced as Julie; instead, she was purely out to get her hole drilled well and truly. From the first moment she impaled herself on my pole, she right away began to pull herself up and down, stroke after stroke she became faster and harder. It was only a few minutes before she was also leaking her juices down onto my cock. The only difference between then and now was that once Lee had finished unloading her fluids onto my pole, she did not stop.

She continued to pound away at my now aching pole, all the time moaning and groaning, telling me how she wanted to feel my seeds fill her hot cunt. Meanwhile Julie had finished dripping her juices into my mouth, and now she was off of me, and she was now beside me, but she was attacking Lee's tits with her hands, as she moved her tongue closer into Lee. Their mouths were so intertwined that I could not tell one girl from the other.

As I laid back, thrusting up at Lee to meet her downward thrusts, I could feel my ball begin to tighten; I knew it was only a matter of moments before I was going to send my male seeds into the depths of this 18 year old girl. A girl maybe, but certainly not a girl as I would have considered a girl just a few days ago. This was nothing short of a woman, a fucking machine at the least. How could someone so young, be so good at what she was doing with me tonight?

After resting for a short time the girls began their attack on me once more. They were no going to let me off the hook just because I had blown my load. They were insisting that I service them as many times as they wished. Now normally this would not have been a problem as my cock would just refuse to stand up again until the next day, but these little devils had already thought about this. Lee jumped from the bed and ran to her purse. When she returned she gave me an all too familiar little blue tablet; Viagra! Just how long had these two planned this for, and where did she get this tablet from?



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"Would you help me over in Reference, please?"

Richard looked up from his filing. He swiveled his head, looking for the source of the clear, but tiny voice.

"I'm rearranging and I need someone to help move the shelves and lift the boxes of books."

He spied Sylvia, standing a little to the side and behind him. Richard nodded "ok" and filed the last two cards. He closed the card file drawer and followed her to the reference room, for which she had already started.

Richard's role in this University Library was a small one. He worked twelve hours a week as part of his student's financial aid package. He was new to it in this September of his junior year. He was glad to have this job. Most of his friends were washing dishes in the cafeteria. At the library he would file, shelve, or check out books. He learned a lot about using the library, which he was sure would help him when he moved on to grad school. Mostly, he enjoyed the chance to meet and talk to the many people that used and worked there. 

He especially enjoyed the chance to flirt with the coeds of his choosing. He had actually gotten lucky with one of them a few weeks ago. His target of choice was JoAnne, the graduate student's wife and coworker at the Circulation Desk. He sensed that she was lonely and wondered if he could become her lover. He thought that he sensed some return signals from her. He mused over his next steps. At any rate, whatever his conquests and prospects, he tactfully guarded them, flaunting nothing.

Richard was a good student. His sexual ambitions were normal for a young man of twenty years. He was a little unlike most of his classmates. He had a polite and unassuming nature that was not normal for his age. The college girls thought that he was good looking, which explained why his flirtations were seldom rebuffed. He was better groomed than most of the male students, but not in a "spit-and-polish", nor in an effeminate sense.

He quickened his pace to catch up with Sylvia. He wondered if this new task would be a long one. His shift was nearly over; maybe he could get some overtime.

Sylvia Weinstein was the Reference Librarian. She had charge of all the materials available to students to find statistics, or facts or the sources of information they needed for their research.

If Sylvia's aura had been less drab, she would have been an enticing mystery-lady to a young man like Richard. She dressed plainly. Her form was mostly hidden. Her skin was pale, but retained an olive tone at the same time. She was not very tall—maybe five-two. Her salt and pepper hair suggested age, but her smooth facial features, hair style and slender build indicated youth. Her face was neither pretty nor homely. It had some Jewish features that added to her mystery. There was no hint of makeup. She wore no jewelry except her watch. In the employees' break room Sylvia said little. When she did, it was all business and in a voice that lacked volume but included a hint of condescension. Richard knew that she was unmarried, but nothing more. Yes, she was a real mystery lady. As he hurried to catch up with her, the barely-perceptible sway of her hips had Richard wondering more. 

They arrived in the Reference Room together, and Sylvia pointed out the work she wanted performed. There was much to be done. Mostly, it was lugging boxes of dusty books and erecting the new shelves that had been delivered earlier that day. Sylvia left him to it while she busied herself across the room. By the time Richard finished it was eight o'clock, closing time. 

Sylvia approached him. For the first time Richard perceived a faint smile trace across her face. "Thank you, Richard. You were a big help." 

"No problem, Miss Weinstein," he countered. "I was glad I could help you."

She offered no reply, but stood looking at him for a long second. The next event shocked Richard so profoundly that he could not think of any alternative but acceptance.

"You may call me Sylvia," she said. "Come to dinner at my house on Saturday. Seven o'clock. Here is the address." 

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On almost any other occasion, a young college man would relish free, home-cooked food. Richard was not all that excited. Saturday nights were reserved for fun, adventure, relaxation. He had been conscripted into reserving his night to dine with this older woman who did not interest him. Still, he had accepted. It was not in him to rudely renege when she was just trying to say "thank you". In the end he just shrugged and decided to go along with it. She would probably be tired and send him home by ten, anyway. He would get back to the frat house in time to tap the keg.

Richard liked to be on time. At last, in the dusk he found the roadside mailbox. There was a narrow driveway that wound up a wooded grade to a destination that was invisible from his vantage point. Richard followed it in his Toyota. After about 500 yards, he rounded a curve and he was at trail's end. 

It was a small house in the woods. As he emerged from the car he could smell smoke escaping the chimney. The house was on one floor, but the architecture was too modern to be considered ranch-style. Despite the small size, Richard was sure that it had been built at some cost. 

He stood leaning on his open car door for a few seconds perusing the mysterious structure. His self-imposed ennui was fading and curiosity filling the void. He snatched up the bottle of Chablis that he brought with him and strode to the door. He rang the bell and waited. A minute passed. As he waited the chill in the autumn night air bit him. He wondered if she had heard the bell. Finally, Sylvia appeared, opening the door to him.

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She was dressed almost as if at work. There were the black trouser-style slacks, neither snug to her slender form, nor loose as a pajama. Her hair was arranged just as always: parted in the center, brushed back from her forehead, descending to her shoulders. It hung straight down without waves nor curls, but a slight frizz. She wore the expected shirt-style white blouse. Unlike the usual cotton, however, it was a shiny silk. Richard noticed that two, not one, of the buttons at the top were left undone. He was sure that she was unaware of it. At any rate, it revealed nothing, except a hint of a delicate collarbone.

There was, however, a huge difference in that as she opened the door an inviting smile replaced the usual taciturn exterior. Richard thought that he might have detected a trace of perfume. 

"Richard", she gushed, "I am so glad that you're here."

"Sorry to be late," he answered, "It was hard for me to find your place. I don't come this way often."

"That's alright. Come in!" They stepped together into the main part of the house. 

Richard glanced to the right end of the house and saw the fireplace crackling. 

"I was just admiring your house from the outside before I came in."

"I know," she replied, "I saw you." 

The answer was full of mystery. If she had seen him, why had she delayed in answering the door? Had she been angry at his lateness? She did not appear so. It tugged at his curiosity. Recovering, he thrust forward the bottle of wine.

"Richard, how thoughtful you are! It will go perfectly with our meal." She paused. "Most young men would not have the good manners to bring it."

Richard blushed at the compliment and shrugged. "The inside of your house is just as nice as the outside."

"Thank you, Richard. I like it here. It was built for me by a dear friend nine years ago."

"Oh, will there be someone joining us?" He didn't see evidence of anyone else in the small home.

"No, he's been gone a long time."

Richard had the presence of mind to avoid a follow up question. 

Another pause intruded. She broke the silence, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable by the fire? I'll finish the cooking." With that she turned for the kitchen, located on the opposite side of the layout, the bottle of Chablis in hand.

Richard strode toward the fireplace. As if in afterthought, she called to him, "The whole house is what you see ... well, except for my bedroom, of course ... so I won't bother you with a tour. Make yourself at home."

What had the "bedroom" comment meant? At any rate it was deflating, notwithstanding his disinterest in visiting it, either alone or accompanied. Despite the irrelevance, however, he began subconsciously coveting that which was now denied to him.

As if she sensed his need to be soothed, she called again, "Fix yourself something to drink. Anything that you can find in the cabinet by the mantle is fine."

Richard found a bottle of Drambouie and poured himself a good one. "Anything for you?" he called out.

"No thank you. I'll be with you soon."

Richard put a log on the fire and stoked it. As the sparks rose he took a gulp of the liqueur and glanced at Sylvia's form at the opposite end of the house, preoccupied in the kitchen. Her strange statements confused him. As the alcohol braced him, he turned attention to the appointments in the home.

He stood in a living room-den-dining room in combination. It was dominated by the fireplace, books and wood. The furnishings had an expensive look that told of good taste, and a scale that revealed disdain for large gatherings. There was a settee not far from the fireplace, rather than a sofa, with plush pillows on either end. Small, cozy chairs were set off remotely in intimate pairs. In front of the fireplace, in contrast to the hardwood floor, lay a luxurious-looking white area rug. It was rectangular, about four by eight feet in size. At first, it appeared to be fur, but he saw that it was not. He judged the material to be long strands of silk. It was definitely not designed for walking on. He carefully placed a foot on it and felt that a pad lay underneath it.

The fireplace provided the only light in the room. He saw two unlit candles on the dining room table, which she had set with simple elegance. He perused the many books on the shelves. He found some poetry, classics, Shakespeare, histories. He couldn't browse them all. The sparse light made it difficult to see. As he poured down the last of his Drambouie, she entered carrying a platter to the dining table. 

As she lit the candles she called to him, "Would you like to pour the wine?"

His bottle of Chablis appeared, now chilled and opened, and he filled both goblets. The meal that Sylvia prepared was Snapper with a cilantro sauce, rice and a vegetable on the side. They sat down, peering at each other through the lit candles. "I hope that you don't mind a light meal." she said. "I didn't bother with a first course. I don't get much practice cooking for guests."

He puzzled at her attempt to offer an apology that was not required.

"I think that this will be really nice, Sylvia. I can't wait to dig in."

"Thank you, Richard." He thought, to his amazement, that he could see her blushing. Her voice reverted to the low volume tone to which he was accustomed at the library. "I wanted to spend some time with you before dinner." Richard leaned forward so that he could hear her. "I'm a poor hostess. I'll make it up to you after dinner." 

There she went again. The mysterious language, the ambiguity in her words, made Richard wish for a long pull on the goblet of wine, which he took. With the warm fire, and the recent Drambouie helping, a little buzz settled on him. It made him relax. Sylvia sensed the slight change, and smiled slightly.

Through the balance of the dinner the conversation was small talk. His courses, her books, the new art museum on campus all had their turns. Sylvia avoided further provocations. Richard found her intelligent and interesting. 

They finished the meal, drained the bottle of Chablis, when Sylvia spoke up and asked, "Coffee?" Richard declined. "Too late in the day for me." 

Sylvia spoke again, "I have some ice cream that we can have for desert, Richard. Would you like some?" 

"No thanks, again, Sylvia. I enjoyed the meal, and now I'm a little full."

"But you're not thinking of leaving already?" For the first time she appeared uneasy.

"Oh no, I just don't want any ice cream, but I'm not ready to go yet."

They looked at one another through the candles. Now it was Richard's turn for ambiguity. Sylvie searched for some hint of body language that might clue her as to how to parry this young man's advance.

For Richard's part, he realized the double entendre only after uttering it. He wasn't sure how he had slipped into such an error. It was an impoliteness that he blamed on the alcohol. In a way, he was unabashed at having said it. At any rate, he wouldn't compound the faux pas with a retraction. Perhaps she hadn't noticed.

Sylvia simply rose to clear the dishes. He stood to assist, but she stopped him. "Why don't you tend the fire," she said. "I'll clean up. Make yourself another drink. I won't be long." 

He poured a new Drambouie and sat on the settee with the fluffy pillows on it. A book about antiques was on the end table and he started thumbing through it. It wasn't very interesting to him, so he alternately scanned it and stared into the fire. He was pensive, searching for clues to the strange happenings of this night in progress.

In the kitchen she was cleaning the dishes. She was almost done. Richard lifted his head, seeking relief from the fire's brightness. At that moment he saw her do something that perplexed him.

Thinking that she was unseen, Sylvia dipped a spoon in the dish of remaining cilantro sauce. She lifted some of the loose fabric at the front of her blouse and poured the spoonful on it. Richard turned his head away, pretending not to have seen the staged accident. 

"Oh, Richard," she called out in feigned dismay. "Look at what I've done to my blouse! I have to treat this spot before it sets"

"I'll just go change. I won't be long. Pour yourself another, if you would like one" She disappeared behind the door into the forbidden bedroom. Richard was still working on his earlier Drambouie. He freshened it, for he was enjoying its effects on his senses.

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In the anxiousness of waiting, minutes seem like hours. Sylvia's absence was ten minutes, but in that interval Richard's psyche traveled many paths that returned him to his starting point. He could not comprehend this mysterious woman, who was neither old nor young; was plain yet alluring; who spoke in provocative phrases that could be interpreted innocently. Why had she deliberately ruined her silk blouse, and why was this plain, older woman's absence stirring him? The questions threatened to unnerve him.

Reason urged him to find an exit; excuse himself and leave. The nagging mystery would not allow it. He would remain to the end, until he found his answers. He raised his drink again, looking for its bracing effect to summon his courage. He was about to enter a maze with no knowledge of the ending. His youth was slipping away. Maturity endows courage. A younger man might have backed away.

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At long last, the bedroom door creaked open. In the semi-darkness, Sylvia slowly emerged from her secret lair. A transformed vision of her crept into Richard's focus. The conservative garb had disappeared. In its place was a far more exotic ensemble. From her slender hips hung a pair of loosely fitting, unbelted pantaloons that gathered at the ankles like a harem girl's attire. The difference was that the fabric was heavier, plush, a velour in gold, piped in crimson. The top was of the same material. It was a halter that mysteriously crisscrossed her with a tied bow at the waist. Her shoulders and arms were bare, as were her tiny feet. A horizontal strip of creamy flesh, a width of only three fingers, showed at the gap between the halter and the pants. It was, indeed, a transformation. 

As she advanced with slow steps toward Richard, the moving folds captured and reflected the firelight. The soft velour appeared to caress her, suggesting her desire to be caressed. As she approached closer, Richard strained to discern, to no avail, some outline of her body beneath the drape. There were only the loose pantaloons, and the halter, whose lack of form indicated bralessness. 

She continued her silent, measured procession until, stopping on the white silk rug, she stood facing Richard still sitting on the settee some feet away. Motionless, arms loose at her sides, she beckoned him to her.

"Richard, come stand with me here on my silk carpet." She added, "Remove your shoes and socks first."

Richard obeyed, so that he was barefoot, as she was. He stepped onto the white silk rug, immediately felt the sensual effect of the rich fabric on his skin. He stood inches from her.

She looked up at him. In her subdued voice she banished any doubts he may have retained, "This is my special rug. It is too precious to display all the time. I only bring it out for occasions like this." She, thus, revealed here designs on him. 

She closed the remaining gap, creating the first contact between them. It cued him to embrace her and they shared a kiss. It was long and unhurried. It was neither a kiss of friendship nor of passion. It was an introduction as they explored the softness of their lips upon the others'. Richard looked at her face, eyes closed, nose twitching slightly as she manipulated her lips to caress his. 

Breaking the kiss, but still embracing, she said, "Doesn't it feel wonderful?" 

Her ambiguity stirred him anew. Had she spoken of the kiss that they had just enjoyed, or to the feeling of the silken carpet under their bare feet? He had entered a maze with many turns. He would test the double meaning. He strengthened his embrace and bent his head down to her. They resumed. She purred her approval, the reward for his courage. This time the kiss had more passion, was more urgent. Each tongue probed the other. Muscles and inner defenses softened and relaxed.

"I hope that you truly are not too full to be comfortable," she said, regaining control.

"No, I'm just right."

"Good, I like to serve a light dinner just for that purpose." Her tone portrayed some playfulness.

She pulled slowly back from him with a knowing look in her eyes and a wry smile. She placed her palms on his shoulders, and then ran them down the length of his chest, his abdomen, finally hooking her thumbs in his belt. Richard remained motionless in anticipation. She sank to her knees on the white silk rug, the pad underneath cushioning her. With delicate fingers she eased down the tab of his zipper.

Richard hardened more strongly than he ever had before. His shallow trysts with deflowered coeds did not match this erotic journey. On her knees before him was an experienced siren who knew how to unlock the instincts of a man. He trembled slightly in fear of the unknown.

"Richard," she proclaimed it in a whispered, but projected, voice that rose over the crackling of the fire, "I am going to blow you." She was not asking permission, nor did she say it with lewdness. It was her announcement of the path. She was leading him; he would follow.

Richard lost control of his breathing. He haltingly gasped in a breath as his excitement threatened to induce a further loss of control. Sensing this she looked up at him, understanding.

"Do you know this pleasure?" she asked him in her lilting tone.

Richard, unable to speak, could only shake his head "no". She smiled because she had known the answer in advance.

"Then I will teach it to you," she said as she rose to face him. 

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Richard trembled as she removed his clothing. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His undershirt followed, which he obediently allowed her to lift over his head. She tugged his belt buckle next and opened it. She grasped the button of his trousers. Richard became dizzy. He struggled to hold back his ejaculation. 




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She released the button, placed her hands on his bare shoulders. She kissed him tenderly, calming him slightly. Her subdued voice crept into his crowded consciousness.

"Perhaps you are afraid of ..." she searched for the right phrase, "... erupting too soon with the excitement of this new experience?"

It was a statement more than a question. He was relieved that she understood his struggle. He uttered a gasped "yes", but she had predicted this answer, too.

She raised up on her toes, leaned into him, her lips brushing his earlobe. He felt the velour halter on the bare skin of his chest. She whispered to him, "I will tell you how to avoid that outcome, and you will be successful if you allow me to teach you."

"Yes, tell me!"

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She bent back to her task, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them to his ankles along with his underwear. She tapped his ankle; he stepped out of the pants; she cast them aside. Sylvia stood again. She stretched her bare arms around his neck. She did not crush herself into him, but stood so that her velour-covered frame was brushing his naked body. The soft fabric felt good. The fire warmed his flank. His senses were sending signals of pleasure to his brain. He even forgot to imagine her as-yet unseen body cloaked in the velour. She turned her face up towards his and spoke to him. 

"Don't fight with yourself," she began. "Savor every feeling. Feel what is happening in each moment. Anticipate nothing. It is expectation that blocks your senses in the present and brings you to your destination before your arrival. Let me guide you. I will do everything."

She pressed her arms down gently, still entwined around his neck. He obediently sank down, kneeling on the silken rug. Another gentle push at his chest and he was on his back, facing up to her as she knelt beside him. He was parallel to the fireplace. It warmed his naked body. The silken rug was soothing. His throbbing manhood pointed to the ceiling. She reached out to take one of the pillows from the settee and placed it under his head.

He reached out to pull open her velour halter. She raised her hand stop him. She bent over him. Her hair fell on his face as she whispered, "I will do everything." 

She inched forward and kissed him. It was a long sensuous kiss again as he allowed the fullness of her lips to invade him. She grasped his bottom lip with her own moist two and gently suckled it. She raised herself up and traced her fingertips, then her nails across his bare chest down across his belly. "Think only of the feelings of this moment." Thus reminded, the sensations opened him. He would accept it all, reject nothing, and keep no reserve. Each moment served its own purpose.

She repeated her gentle stroking, on his chest, his arms, his flanks, leaving his most sensitive parts untouched. He repeated her admonishments to himself and basked in the pleasure of each passing of her fingertips over him. 

She paused. "Oh Richard," she lilted, "you have such a lovely penis. I will so enjoy tasting you." Her voice had a soothing, singing quality. He opened his eyes and found her gazing at him. Her eyes were wider open now. Her lips slightly apart, the tip of her tongue reached between to remoisten them. The glow of the fire reflected from her cheekbones. He would never again contemplate her plainness.

Without averting her gaze from him, she withdrew her hand to the bow knot that held her halter top in place. She touched it, nothing more. She watched as his eyes traveled from the features of her exotic face, to the delicate lines of her bare shoulders, down to the hand poised at the fastening. Slowly, she pulled it open. The halter loosened. She slowly unwound the coil until it fell away, her nude torso revealed to him.

Her breasts were not large; neither were they small and round. He looked up at them, tentatively hanging from beneath her shoulders like ripened pears on a tree. He was sure that a tender caress, a gentle squeeze would yield droplets of sweet nectar from the hardened nipples. He wanted to do so, and then lick the juice from them. He reached up, but she gently pushed him back, "I will do everything."

She was pleased that her breasts had so aroused him. In her kneeling position, she bent from her waist so her nipples just touched him at the navel. She pressed slightly more so that the not only the nipples' hardness, but the warmth of the tender flesh surrounding them could be felt by them both. 

She straddled him. Keeping the light pressure intact she inched upward the length of him so that she could lightly sweep her breasts over him, using no hands, except to support her weight. The contact thrilled the two of them. Her experience allowed her to maintain her role as gatekeeper, while savoring the sensations as her breasts slowly traced him. She stopped when they were face to face. She kissed him again, a tender prelude.

She eased forward a little more and dropped the hardened pearbuds between Richard's lips for him to suckle. He reached up his hands again to hold them, but she would not allow it. Instead, she would raise and lower herself a few inches at a time on her outstretched arm to vary the pressure and contact.

She eased back down, implanted another kiss on him as she passed by. She retraced her path until she encountered Richard's nipples. She was pleased that excitement had hardened them. She eased her head lower and suckled them, then lightly clenched them in her teeth. She traversed her breasts the rest of way, back to his navel then dismounted him.

Sylvia straightened up and whispered, "Close your eyes." Richard obeyed. She stretched out her arm toward his lower body. With the pads of her fingertips she caressed the silky skin of his sack. He moaned with the pleasure of it. She continued for a minute, then traced it lightly with her nails. Richard was leaking as he soaked in the pleasure visited upon him. Returning to her fingertips, she lifted his heavy nuggets gently, observing his reaction, possibly gauging the force of his eventual eruption. Her observations on both points pleased her.

Sylvia wedged her hands between Richard's thighs and pushed sideways lightly. Understanding the hint, he spread his legs wider and she climbed between them. She formed a circle with her thumb and middle finger. Wrapping his shaft, she inched upward. Richard bent to a pike as the pleasure shook him. He lay back down, waiting for more. With her improvised circle, she caressed him; he moaned again. Fluid leaked copiously. Sylvia slipped her tiny hands under his buttocks and bent her head lower. Richard felt the caress of her hair aside his flanks. His manhood stood pointing at her open lips a few inches above. She bent lower, kissing the crown, collecting the fluid with her tongue. She rose up slightly and rolled her sampling over her tongue, shifting it from the tip to either side, as a sommelier testing a vintage.

Richard watched her relish the nectar that had issued from him. He marveled at her delight in it. He would have expected her to dislike it, accepting it only as part her servicing him. She looked back at him and smiled.

"Why are you puzzled, Richard? Didn't I say that I would enjoy tasting you?" Her lilting song-voice had returned. She knew it was important to say it to him. He would discard any remaining reticence in delivering his full essence to her when the moment arrived.

She bent her head back down again, circling the crown. Her tongue pressed at the tiny slit. She sucked gently, letting him become accustomed to the new sensation. Suddenly, she descended quickly, burying her nose in his nest of hair. Richard felt the end of him strike the back of her throat. She pressed down a little harder. Her tongue extended out, licking his testicles. She was using every skill on him.

Richard recalled her imperative: to sense each moment, spurn expectation. For this reason he could savor every pleasure impulse of each sharpened nerve ending without yielding up his manly syrup.

She rose back up so that her lips once again encircled the crown. They kissed and massaged it, her tongue bathed it. It was as if the sensual kisses they had shared earlier had been prelude to this climactic finale. Sylvia's hands squeezed Richard's buttocks, making him press his pelvis upward, which served to tighten the skin of his organ. His nerve endings were exposed to the maximum. He drank in every ounce of pleasure that his body, and Sylvia's, combined to bestow on him. He did so easily, without struggling. Sylvia's knowledge had been well-implanted in him.

For uncounted minutes she worked on him, he accepted. At long last, she slipped her hands from beneath his clenched buttocks. She continued her sweet oral massage. She reached her tiny hands to his, pushed delicate fingertips into his palms, closed her thumbs over to secure the contact. Richard glanced down at her, brow furled as she cast her eyes upward to meet his. Never releasing him from her luxuriant lips, her eyes widened; her gaze signaled to him. Richard knew that the culminating moment was in the present. 

The unending stimulus reached his source. Semen boiled from his testicles, flooded through the shaft and poured through the gateway of his crown, exploding every nerve. He watched her as she drank it all. Her eyes continued upon his all the while, until the end when they gently closed. She carefully sipped the final drops of essence from him. She appeared to savor it, as she might a favorite cocktail.

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As Richard's penis deflated, she released him, and eased her way up so that she lay on her side next to him propped up on her elbow. Neither had yet uttered a word. 

Until the last few minutes Richard had, as most of his peers, thought of oral sex as the dirty part of sex. He had changed his mind entirely. It was such a noble act for a woman to give of herself so completely. He wanted to thank her, but he temporarily drained of energy and eloquence. The events of the past half hour were running through his mind's eye, like a movie. Sylvia saw the contentment on his face. It was enough. 

Sylvia reached over him to the end table where he had set his half-finished Drambouie. She picked it up and drained it, enjoying the bracer, for the act which she performed had required a great outpouring of energy from her, as well. It wasn't the physical activity that so required it, but her simultaneous and constant attention to every detail of body and mind of two people. It was the perfection demanded of her that was so taxing, for she wanted his initiation to be a cherished experience for them both. She had risen to it and was satisfied with her work.

She remained alongside him propped on her elbow, ripened pears resting softly on his chest. Finally, she broke the silence.

"Richard, you were wonderful!" His expression changed to puzzlement, as his feelings of gratitude toward her were rudely interrupted. How could he ever understand her?

She went on before he could stammer out a question, because she knew that he was confused.

"To accept pleasure from your lover is as important as giving it. To abandon your defenses when she is at your gate is the ultimate trust. A gift is a connection between the giver and the receiver. It should bring happiness to both."

"Yes," he thought, "he would understand her now." At least this part was clear to him. She had imparted her lesson in a way that was so effortless, and pleasureful to the student, yet stretching and demanding of him, too.

She bent to him and placed a kiss on his mouth. He tasted the remnants of the Drambouie, ashamed of his thankfulness that it had washed away his semen. She had drawn it from him so skillfully, savored it so willingly, yet he dreaded a kiss that might suggest the taste of it. 

She finished the kiss and rested her head on his shoulder. She cheerfully announced the next activity in her lilting voice.

"Now you must taste me."

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The words, so reasonable in the circumstances, resonated through his ears like a shocking gong. He should have, but did not, consider this possibility as the logical next step. Yet, at once he knew that he could not refuse after what she had performed on him. It would be his first try at it. 

"Yes, I will." All eagerness had deserted his voice.

She sensed it immediately. "Don't worry," she hushed to him. "You will like it. I will make sure of it."

She sat up, as did he. She reached for the remaining plush pillow on the love seat. She lay down on her back in the place he had just vacated, her head on one pillow. The other she inserted under her bottom to tilt her center up toward him. He was kneeling at her feet. She dipped her hand under the waistband of the velour harem pants. Only then did he remember that her nudity was limited to her upper body. She tugged at a drawstring, then returned her hands to her sides, gazed up to him in expectation.

Richard longed to see the rest of her. He leaned forward and slipped in his own fingers at either side of the waistband. She bent her knees and raised up her pelvis to assist him. He started to pull the pantaloons toward her knees. He would not do so roughly or quickly. Slowly and gently they eased passed her hips. A triangle of soft hair appeared. As the pantaloons slipped lower, there shown a glistening pair of lips. He paused, marveling that the sight struck him as so beautiful. She relaxed her pelvis back down; he pulled the velour fabric lower. Out came the creamy cradle of her soft thighs, in which she would soon rock her lover. He finally removed the pantaloons over her knees and ankles. The unveiling was now complete. Sylvia beamed a smile at the final revelation.

Her smile shone up to him, which he took as an invitation to appreciate the vision lying below him. The viewing pleasured him. The prior trepidation flew from him. He wanted to be on her and in her, to taste her and thrill her. She saw his mood change. His appetite whetting at the site of her nudity excited her. 

He tenderly caressed her feet and massaged her calves. She spread her knees apart to make room for him, stretched out her arms to welcome him. He lowered himself to her. They kissed passionately for awhile. He felt his crown bathing in her wetness. He had not yet rehardened, so did not penetrate her. He wanted to linger, but sensed her growing ardor, demanding more of him. He slid lower, stopping at the pear-breasts that had thrilled him. Now he could kiss them, lick them, suck them, searching for the nectar he still was certain existed. Their softness, under the hardened buds drew him to want more. She gasped in pleasure, arched her back to press them at him. She grasped the back of his head with both hands, pulling his mouth to them. He found the enjoyment of her reaction even better than the feel of her.

He knew there was more to discover. He eased himself lower on her, kissing and licking her belly. His approach to her center was inflaming her. She gasped and pushed her pelvis up against his chest, rubbing herself on him as hard as her strength would allow her to.

Finally he arrived at trail's end. He skipped by her bushy mound but noticed a trace of perfume in it as he passed by. He lay prone. His face was now inches away from her core. Sylvia was gasping and whimpering, shedding all reserves. She continued pushing her pelvis up at him. She had raised her legs up over him so that her thighs rested on his shoulder blades, her calves trailing on, resting her feet on buttocks. Her reveling at his ministrations warmed and gratified him. Richard inhaled her smell. It was a pleasant muskiness, not what he had expected. 

He didn't know what to do next. He turned his head slightly and kissed the inside of her thigh near its connection with her hip. She moaned in pleasure, not only at the sensation, but at the beginning. He repeated on the other side. Suddenly, her hands at the back of his head mashed his head to her gaping slit. His face was immediately covered in her woman's ointments. She ground herself at his face. Her breathing accelerated; she gasped at the pleasure of it. She demanded more. She moved his head around to provide stimulus to the proper locations. 

Richard received inspiration. He extended his tongue to taste her. In the wetness he found a hardened knob and he licked it. He heard her cry out in ecstasy from above, long and loud. She gripped his head harder so that he would not move it. He continued to massage the bulb with his tongue. Her fluids were flowed more copiously. The pleasure drove her higher and higher, scaling a precipice to seize the treasure atop it. Richard continued firmly, yet tenderly. He wanted to give her all that he was able to give. He felt energy transfer through him to her, replacing what she had expended. 

When finally she crested the summit, her sweet climb completed, she tensed every muscle. As her release overtook her she issued a primal and high pitched moan. She held herself that way for a handful of precious seconds. When it was over she relaxed her tensed muscles, one at a time, until she lay flat, resting on the silken soothing rug, panting as she waited for her breath to return.

It was only then that Richard rose his face up from her wetness. He was happy for her, that she had received back what she had bestowed on him earlier. He knew that she had brought herself to this place; his soul beamed at the part that he had played in helping her. 

He crawled up to lie next to her. He turned on his side, propped up his elbow. Richard surveyed Sylvia's nude resting body, small and delicate, but containing such power. He looked at himself alongside, with his re-formed erection. Lying next to each other, they were unashamed of their nakedness. 

"Sylvia, you were wonderful."

She smiled back warmly, for she knew at that moment that he had learned well from her. She said nothing for a moment, choosing to savor the success of her teaching, and her recent climax. She only snuggled against him slightly closer, but it was enough for him to understand her approval.

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After a while, she broke away from her introspection. "Come into me now, Richard."

She lifted her knees and spread them. Richard mounted her. As they shared a kiss her wetness pulled him inside her. He drew pleasure from the warmth of her, she from the fullness within her. Both pairs of eyes were open. They opened a window into their souls, allowing them to savor their unification with the most possible intensity. 

He stroked gently. She kissed him lightly, appreciating his tenderness. "Deep and strong, Richard."

He pressed up on his knees and shifted forward, pressing into her more. He drew his arms around her back, pressing her chest and her breasts against him. Her arms respond in kind, and her pelvis press up at his, to deepen the insertion. She wrapped her smaller legs into his to give her leverage. He did not pump her with countless strokes. Each movement was purposeful, strong, demanding. He would draw back, then press back in and hold. Together, they would relish the pleasure of the single stroke. When it was fully exploited he would pull back to start anew. To slow his retreat, she gripped him with the muscles she had inside her. As he would start forward, she would raise herself up to meet him. They would achieve a slightly deeper contact. At the terminus they would pause again to appreciate. Satisfied with the new chapter, they would turn the page yet again to repeat the back and forth journey. Thus, he explored her, demanding her secrets. She would yield them one at a time.

When, at last, they climaxed together some time later, they had drained themselves into the other. He was still looking into her. Her countenance was serene. "I am so glad that you came, Richard."




Private Lessons



Again, she spoke with the double meaning. This time, he did not puzzle over it, but absorbed the ambiguity.

"I am already looking forward to when you come back to me."

A disappointing dismissal; he had thought to sleep with her in her forbidden bedroom.

She assuaged him. "Richard, I have had many lovers. You are among the best."

The limitation of the compliment did not deflate him. In their evening together she had heightened his understanding. He would return to her, learn more from her. He had not yet earned permission into her sanctum. He accepted her judgment. He craved her approval. Ultimately he would feast on it.

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Thus, Richard and Sylvia became lovers. Their universe was her home in the woods. They never dated nor emerged in public. After three more of their private dinners Sylvia yielded the final room of her home to him.

Sylvia never forbade him, nor asked him, to keep her secrets. Richard did so because of his respect for her. He would not betray this mystery woman who defied age and convention to implant her knowledge in him. Neither his fraternity brothers, nor the workers at the library ever had a trace of an idea of his story. Sylvia knew this and was grateful for it. She had always had confidence in the character of her young student.

They were not jealous lovers. She told him once that there might be others, but he never saw any trace of another's presence in her abode. He believed that she had taken none, but guarded her freedom to do so. Richard, for his part, found another. She was a coed named Christina. Sylvia encouraged him. She would listen to him recount his times with her. She would advise him as her student became Christina's teacher. Richard enjoyed having the two lovers, shortchanging neither of them. One night in the future, the three of them would dine together at Sylvia's house. That is an untold story.

They would entwine for the entire year of school. He left for the summer; he missed her. Christina's charms distracted him well enough. He returned to the University for his final year. He sought her out immediately. She was pleased to see him, but put him off when he hinted for permission to come to her. At first, she politely delayed him. Finally, she explained that she had already selected another young man that she could nurture and grow, as she had done for Richard the year before. She possessed no more knowledge to impart to him. She smiled and said that perhaps they might have a last reunion sometime before he graduated. They never did, although they both hoped for it. Richard, as always, accepted the teacher's judgment. At any rate, Christina was demanding more of him. 

As the months went by, Sylvia and Richard saw little of each other. His work-study job had been transferred to a different library on the campus. He had no reason to enter Sylvia's library except to see her. She always smiled a welcome at him, but he sensed her discomfort at being sought out too often.

During the week between final exams and graduation he went to the library to say good-bye to her. She knew why he had come. She knew that he would. There were no patrons present at this late phase of the term. In a remote corner of the Reference Room they stood silently. Her fingertips rested in his palms, the thumbs closed over, as she had done that first night.

"I'll miss you," he blurted out. She stopped him. She explained in her ever-present wisdom that he must not taint the sweetness of their union with sadness.

"All of my lovers are still in my heart," she said, "as you will always be, Richard. You deserve every good thing that comes to you."

With that she dropped her hands from his. He knew that it was time to depart. 

Good-bye, Sylvia; all the best to you." He turned and walked away slowly, his emotions raging against each other inside him.

He heard Sylvia's voice call out to him. He turned to face her.

"Richard, you were not among my best lovers". She had trained him to wait for the completion.

She uttered her last words to him as clearly as her tiny voice would allow.

"You were my best lover."

She about-faced and walked slowly back to tend to the dusty books. He could not see that her eyes glistened with tears. His heart lightened, he turned and walked on.

They parted.

THE END 

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Private Lessons



"Tell me what you would do to me if you caught me lurking in your garden stealing flowers, and you were on your own, and randy." Angelica asked suddenly, one afternoon.

"I would make you stand in the corner of the study with your back to me, and I would tell you how angry I was at you. I would tell you to turn around, and look towards the floor, and ask you what you were going to give me in return for my flowers."

***

Graeme did not remember that conversation until one evening a week later, when he did catch Angelica in his back garden picking flowers. She was dressed in a loose-fitting, baby-doll dress that only hinted at her curvy body. Graeme's mouth watered as he went downstairs to confront the young woman.

Angelica said nothing, but just sulked, prettily, at being caught. She was trying to gauge her chance of running passed Graeme and escaping with them.

"So answer my question!"

Angelica's head was still bowed so that she could hide her smirk. Obviously, the thought of being caught as a thief was just as amusing to her as was the thought of him playing along with her! He knew that he was too malleable where this young woman was concerned!

"You have been extremely naughty, and need to give me something in return. What do you have that you could give me? Or should I call the police?" he asked.

Angelica offered to return the flowers! She tried to laugh it off! These are just a few flowers! No one was hurt!

"I just thought that they were pretty!" she exclaimed. "Please! You don't have to do this, Mr. Housen! Let's just forget about it! I don't have any money. Please give me a chance! It won't happen again! Please!"

Her head remained bowed and she was trembling beautifully! She refused to look him in the eye but he could see that she was trying not to cry. Then, to Graeme's astonishment, she really did begin to cry! Silent tears flowed down her cheeks. Graeme realised, not for the first time, what an astoundingly good actress she was. That she was able to simulate the emotions of the shame that other people would feel at being caught stealing, for such a trivial thing as role playing the theft of some flowers, was amazing! She looked completely defeated.

Graeme made her stand in front of him. She seemed genuinely afraid of him now.

"Please," she whispered, shyly.

Graeme sat down and command her to come towards him, and she shuffled forward hesitantly, tears dropping from her cheeks.

"There is no need for tears, my little flower," he said gently, despite himself. "All we need to do is settle this minor issue between us."

The girl's face lightened, and a smile almost appeared. Her ears perked up at his kind tone.

"I really am sorry, Mr. Housen," she said. "This will NEVER happen again."

She was now inches away from him as he moved his hand up to her cheek, and gently wiped away the tears. He wasn't sure where her game was going, and so he dawdled over stroking her cheek, waiting for a cue from her.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He talked to her gently, his fingers brushing against her lips and tracing along the front of them. They quivered under his touch, but she did not speak.

"What is your name child?" Graeme asked not sure what to say next.

"Pamela," she said stifling a smirk.

"Angelica, you are not being honest with me, are you?"

"M-my friends call me Pamela! How do you know my real name??!!!" She began to stammer badly! Good grief, the girl could act! Engineering be damned! She would make it in film for sure! She threw down the flowers and tried to run passed him to escape into the yard and through the back gate! He ignored her question and stopped her by grabbing hold of her wrist firmly.

"Angelica, you have taken something treasured of mine, and it is only right that I have something personal of yours in return."

"What do you want? I've already told you that I do not have any money!"

Graeme ignored the young woman's protestations. He was beginning to warm to their game.

"Is that not a fair way to resolve this issue, because I am sure you don't want the police to be involved do you? So what do you think you could give me then?"

"No, don't call the police! You don't have to be so mean! I don't know! I don't have anything! I don't work and so I don't have any money! Please, Mr. Housen, just let me go! I'll never come into your garden again! I promise! Please! Please! They were just flowers..." her voice was very small at this point. She seemed almost completely defeated.

"Don't worry about it, I know that you don't have any money, and I would not take it anyway my dear, what you took from me was a thing of beauty, and all I ask is for the same from you."

As he talked he undid the top button of her dress. They both froze at his audacity. She looked straight into his eye and smiled.

"Now that looks so beautiful and it was so easy wasn't it? You are so beautiful you know, and all I want is to see a little more of that beauty, the same way that you wanted to see the beauty of my flowers.

The girl looked at him, and then impishly, she tried to escape again. He stopped her by grabbing and holding her wrist roughly. She struggled against his restraint and it caused the top of her dress to slide off exposing her round shoulder.

"Angelica, you are such a sweet thing, and I don't want you to get into trouble with the police, but if that is what you want, we had better go and call them now."

"Please, Mr. Housen, please! I'll do anything! Just don't call the police! My uncle is a policeman and he would be very angry with me! He would tell my parents!"

She was breathing hard and her bosom is heaving delightfully. She had a wild look in her eye. Desperation! Graeme could only admire her acting skills. He would have to keep a close eye on her in the future; she could be very dangerous if she wanted to be.

"Settle down, Angelica," Graeme said, pulling her down onto a chair opposite him. "Let's just talk this through." 

He put his hand onto her knee and found himself licking his lips as she landed on the wicker chair and her dress rode up slightly. Her legs were spread slightly. She started to close them but he ordered her to keep them apart. She complied, and as she did, he stroked the inside of her knee and watched her squirm as he sent what he hoped were thrilling feelings cascading through her body. Her legs fell open even further! She gasped! Her head was still down, and as Graeme put his hand up to touch her cheek he casually touched her breast and it sent another shiver through her body. He grinned to see her nipples harden under the thin material of her dress.

"Please, Mr. Housen!" she fidgeted. She tried to pull her face away. "Please, it's time for me to go home now! We can discuss this some more tomorrow. I promise!"

"Just relax, my Angel," he said as he stroked her cheek again. "No, today is the right time for this. Are you cold? Your nipples are so very hard now," he said while lowering his hand back onto her knee and stroking it again. "I say that we both understand the situation better now," he said moving his hand a little further up her thigh.

Angelica leaned away from Graeme to escape his touch, and so was almost reclining in the chair. Her legs fall open even more and her dress rode up high on her thigh. The top of her dress strained across her chest. She felt a heat rise as he pointed out that he had noticed that her nipples were turgid. She moaned wantonly.

"Oh God, Mr. Housen!" she gasped. 

"Let me massage them for you," he declared, and immediately had his hand cupping her heavy breast and taking its weight.

Angelica moaned again and tried to pull his hands away. One hand instinctively tried to protect her mons even though Graeme was not touching her there, his hand still being splayed only on her thigh, while the other tried to move his hand from cupping her left breast.

"They need some room," he said, and within a flash he undid another of her buttons. Her bra covered breasts were now available to him.

"For such a young woman you have very big breasts, Angelica," Graeme said, shaming her further. 

Graeme's hand had worked up to the top of the girl's thigh and he could feel the heat there. She was wearing a very pretty lace bra. It was the sort that only someone with very perky breasts would be able to get away with at that size. She was also wearing matching boy panties. The lace at her crotch was soaked! Her fat, turgid nipples were clearly visible through the lace.

"You are a very naughty girl Angelica and I am going to have to tell your parents how wanton you have been. Do you want me to do that?" Graeme asked teasingly. As he waited for a reply he felt her gorgeous tits and squeezed the hard nipple between his thumb and finger.

Angelica grabbed his hands and squeezed them to her heavy bosom.

"So you don't want me to go? Then you had better do exactly as I say and do it now!" Graeme's voice hardened.

Angelica moaned openly now at the feel of his fingers squeezing her nipples so hard.

"Yes, Mr. Housen," she whispered. Her head was bent low.

"Kneel down in front of me."

Angelica did so immediately.

"Now undo my belt."

Angelica fumbled with her tormentor's belt.

"I said do it now!" and as he shouted at her, he pulled her blouse completely open and off of her shoulders. The girl jumped.

"Now that you are free of that, all's well!" Graeme declared, and in an instant he unclasped her bra and pulled it off completely, 

"You can now remove my trousers, and be quick about it!"

Angelica tried to speak slowly and softly to Graeme, obvious doubt on her face. Her hands flew to her own chest to hide her naked breasts! 

Graeme pulled them away roughly, "You are getting me very angry, young lady! Now do as you have been told!" he said sternly; and as he said that he slapped Angelica's breasts hard.

The young woman cried out; and she crouched away from him hiding herself.

"Just do it!" Graeme said hotly. "And be quick about it or you will get more of that."

He pulled her hair roughly, to straighten her body, "Don't hide such beauty!" he said.

Angelica tried to get up to run away again, but as she did so her naked breasts passed right in front of his face. Her naughty nipples brushed his lips, temptingly. 

Graeme grabbed her, and as he did his face was pushed straight onto her breasts. He held her tightly and with his other hand yanked her dress completely off. He then pulled her panties down, and poor Angelica didn't seem to know what to try to cover.

Angelica stood before Graeme, naked except for her wet lace panties that hid nothing, stranded as they were around her thighs.

She began to cry again. "Please, Mr. Housen! Why are you doing this?"

Before she could say anything else Graeme told her, that he had had enough of her naughtiness, and with that he swept her over his knee and gave her six hard slaps on her arse. As she lay there Graeme felt a hardness in his groin, and wondered at the feel of his manhood. He was too shocked at finding himself spanking his young neighbour on her bare arse! Nothing in his experience had prepared him for this, but the role play was beginning to take on a life of its own and so he went along with it. For a moment the spanking shut her up completely. He smelled the aroma of the young woman's arousal, and felt his hardness pressing against her abdomen. Before she could say anything about it though, he ordered her back into the corner with her back to him. Lifting herself tightened her huge buttocks and raised them toward his face. His self-control now almost completely gone, he pushed her into the corner.

He made her stand there for 10 minutes, completely naked and trembling while he gathered his thoughts, and assessed the situation. She was the daughter of the Jamaican High Commissioner, his neighbour. She was 40 years younger than he! She had told him quite plainly one day that she wanted him to be the first man to fuck her. It had shaken him to his core when she said that with such certitude, as if he had no say in the matter; and now, it seemed that the time had come to move beyond words. Graeme was both excited and afraid. He hoped not to disappoint her. She was a good actress and would probably fake an orgasm if he did not give it to her himself; but he wanted her first time to be pleasantly memorable.

The man enjoyed seeing the little jiggles of Angelica's fleshy arse as she stood trembling and sniffing while waiting for him in the corner. Then when she had stopped sniffing again and it was totally silent Graeme undid his fly. Angelica began to turn around, wide-eyed! Graeme slapped her arse hard and told her to keep facing the corner. She obeyed him immediately.

"You have been a very naughty young lady and I have tried to be fair with you but you have just thrown it in my face, you saucy little minx! Now for the last time if you don't do exactly as I say I will phone the police! Is that clear?" he shouted.

Angelica broke character, grinned at him, and then blew a kiss!

"Is that clear?" Graeme repeated, trying not to smile.

"Yes Sir" the girl muttered.

"Now turn around, and get down on your knees, you little slut, quickly!"

Angelica obeyed. She was kneeling, and trembling badly, a thing that Graeme loved!

"Answer me you little slut!" he said slapping her tits again.

"Yes, Mr. Housen, Sir." the young woman repeated a little more loudly.

"So whose cock have you sucked before, you little bitch, playing all innocent with me?"

Angelica's head was bowed. "No one, Sir," she muttered.

"Well then, now's going to be a lesson for you, get my cock out, you little bitch! Do it quickly, and not a word from you!"

Angelica reached into his fly and pulled his cock from his boxers. She was teasingly gentle.

"Pull them down," Graeme commanded.

Angelica pulled Graeme's boxers down around his hips and it caused his cock to spring up and hit her hard on the chin. She jumped.

"Now swallow it all!" he commanded. "Come on!"

Angelica looked at him, hesitating impishly. She was not about to give in without some resistance!

"Plea..." she began, but shut up at a warning look from him! She opened her mouth hesitantly. Graeme grabbed her chin, and squeezed her jaw forcing her mouth open into a perfect, painful O. He fed his stiff erection to her, ramming his sausage toward the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to dislodge him, to no avail. He fucked her face hard reaching down to twist her nipples and squeeze her breasts. He guided her face by using her hair, impaling it on his mighty phallus many times. Instinctively, the young woman relaxed her throat, and tried to keep her mouth clear by moving her tongue out of the way. This caused her to give the man a cock bath just before she deep throated him. She was a natural at this! What the hell would she be like in five years with more experience Graeme thought.

He watched her head bob up and down. It made her breasts look so erotic as they moved tantalizingly to the rhythm that she had set up, her engorged nipples such a tempting morsel that Graeme wanted to be feed upon.

"Angelica your tits are fantastic, and your action is perfect!" Graeme exclaimed as he thrust her mouth onto his cock. "I need to get some of those tits as well!" he cried out.

Angelica's beautiful doe-like eyes looked up at him from time to time as if wondering at this new activity! "Where did you learn this?" she seemed to be saying? "Isn't it very naughty to suck down there?"

Graeme ignored her.

"Cradle my balls as you suck me, you little slut!" he demanded. Never again could she play the innocent with him!

Angelica looked at him with mischief in her eye.

"I do not know where your balls are!!! I didn't steal them!!!!!" she said giggling. 

Graeme was not amused; desperately horny men seldom are. "They're under my cock, you bitch!" he grunted.

She looked smugly at him, and clasped the only thing that she saw. Luckily for her it was his tight ball sac. She clutched them and there was a brief moment of pain. Graeme slapped her.

"Too hard! They are very delicate, girl! Now kiss them gently!

Angelica pulled her mouth off his rampant penis and lowered her head in order to kiss his balls. She sniffed at his musty crotch.

"Quickly now; long wet licks!" he instructed, slightly embarrassed by her inspection.

Angelica licked them long, like she did her weekly lollypops when she was a girl. She spent time licking and kissing them. Graeme watched, enchanted as she examined him. He saw when she first noticed that when she tickled under his cock with her tongue that it seemed to jump in her hand. She did it many times. She even nibbled it in order to see what would happen. Graeme felt a strong affection for her. She really was an innocent, he realised; and he began to wonder if the real role play was not when she pretended to be as grown up as she tried to convince him that she was.

Graeme slapped her arse, to prevent himself over-analysing the situation, and sighed with the pleasure of it. Angelica looked at his face, questioningly. She obviously interpreted his contented took as a sign that he approved wholeheartedly of what she was doing, and so she continued to do it.

"Mmmmmmm" Graeme gasped. He knew that Angelica would now think that she was in control. She was. She had always been in control of their relationship. He still couldn't figure out how he came to be involved with her, forty years her senior as he was!

Angelica gripped Graeme's thighs and sucked a little harder. Graeme started to fuck her mouth again, rhythmically. He felt her relax her throat again. She swilled her tongue around, giving him room for his manoeuvres. 

"Suck me hard, you bitch!" he cried out.

Angelica's hands wandered around the back of Graeme's thighs and her fingers sat in the crack of his arse. She paused. It was unexplored territory.

"That's it, feel me there!"

Permission gained, she grasped his arse cheeks firmly and sucked harder. Graeme's hand now held her head tight, as he fucked her mouth, his precum oozed copiously, into her tightly clamped lips.

"Now push your finger in my arse!" he demanded. "You are a real slut, and you are my slut, do you understand?"

Angelica pushed her finger in. In fact, she soon pushed two fingers in! 

The man gasped and when Angelica put a third finger in he pushed her away from him. 

"Your gash looks pink, wet and inviting," Graeme said as he moved towards Angelica with his throbbing cock pointed towards her. "Take it," he demanded, shaking his cock at her, "and put it into that hole that has never been entered before; or have you been playing with it, you little minx?" he asked as another thought crossed his mind, suddenly.

Angelica did not answer, but rather took Graeme's cock in her hand and put it to the edge of her pussy. She held it there, marking the moment of her transition into womanhood. Graeme thrust forward, and popped the head in. Angelica leaned back, allowing him to guide himself in. She was nervous, and so she began to babble a bit, reminding him about how big he was, asking if it would hurt, and begging him to be gentle with her. Graeme ignored her. He refused to believe that she could be so skilled without any practical experience. 

Angelica's pussy spasmed around Graeme's cock which was lodged just inside her body, and then as he pushed he felt the resistance ease, and he slide half of his length inside her.

Graeme felt the girl begin to panic under him, and look as if she wanted to pull him out, so he rammed all the way in. She screamed as he broke her hymen. He looked down at her cunt gripping him tightly and at her pussy lips surrounding him completely. She looked faint and grasped his upper arms tightly. Her nipples were like diamond nubs and she looked as if she wanted to cry. 




Private Lessons



Graeme felt pity for the young woman and eased out, now aware of the pain that he was causing her, but then he slid back in again as he looked into her eyes and remembered all her game playing. For some reason, he wanted to punish her for tormenting him as she had done.

"I want you to thrust up in time with my downward thrusts, Angelica," he said gently. "That's it get your arse moving," he said as she pushed up against him and fell into an easy rhythm with him. 

His hands grasped her hips to help with regulating their timing. He could see that she was enjoying herself despite the bit of pain that she was still obviously feeling.

"Now rub your clit for me my Angel," he said as he took her finger and rested it against her clit, to show her what he wanted.

She obeyed and Graeme gazed down at her as a look of wonder crossed her face. 

She moaned.

Graeme grabbed her bouncing tits and squeezed them. He stroked the nipples and then bent over and sucked them.

Angelica moaned again, and begged Graeme to suckle her some more, pulling his head to her breasts. He needed no second invitation, and he pushed her udders together and devoured both nipples in turn, before giving each soft breast a love bite, to mark her as his own.

As he did this, he saw her eyes roll over in her head and she sank her long nails into his flesh and screamed his name!

Graeme continued to slap Angelica's breasts and bite them while fucking her with long, deep thrusts. She thrust up against him, grinding herself like a wanton little whore caught in the delight of her first orgasms.

"OMG! Mr. Housen! Yes! Please, Mr. Housen! Yes! Harder! Please!" she screamed so loudly that he had to cover her face with his shirt.

She was like a rag doll in his hands now. She clung to him and babbled away, telling him that she wanted nothing more than to feel this again. She told him that he was the best man in the world, and that she loved him very much!

Graeme's eyes widen at this last and he felt himself get even harder before uncontrolled spurts of cum erupted from his body. He breathed deeply, and feeling her clutch him when he stiffened at orgasm, he came again, hissing and groaning into her ear that she was his little minx and a beautiful slut. 

Angelica pushed one of her huge distended nipples into his mouth as he growled at her. He clamped down and she winced in pain. She whimpered, but continued to nurse him until he calmed down. 

"Did you like that, Angelica?" Graeme asked when he recovered himself a little. "That's how I punish thieves who come into my garden to take my flowers."

***

Graeme Housen watched Angelica as she walked down the road, and slipped quietly through the back gate of his garden. She didn't want anyone to see her going there. She was coming to him for her weekly "punishment" session at his hands, for stealing his flowers three weeks earlier. He had told her to wear a little baby-doll sundress, and no undies at all, when she came this week; and so here she was, naked underneath a short, thin, gaily-coloured scrap of cloth. 

He had cautioned her not to try to hide the fact that her breasts were bouncing since it was part of her punishment that others would know that she was a loose woman, although they wouldn't know exactly how naughty she was. She realised quickly that they bounced less if she walked slowly, and so he watched her as she dragged out the journey to his study where she knew that she would receive a spanking on her naked buttocks and breasts, a full cavity search to see if she had stolen anything else from him, and a poking. She would also have to suck his penis and make sure that he was happy enough to keep their secret from the police and her parents for one more week before she left.

She had stolen his flowers on the last day of July, and now it was August 20, and he knew that she was still uncomfortable whenever she saw him at her home giving her mother the weekly bunch of roses, the same sort that she had stolen, every week. He never came into the house, only smiling brightly at her mother, saying that he was spreading cheer by offering the gift of these beautiful flowers to a dear neighbour. Her mother was obviously delighted, since she had stopped having to buy fresh flowers every week for the official dinners that she hosted. The first time that he came, a shocked Angelica had answered the door! Confused by her frightened expression, he asked politely to speak with her mother, and Angelica began to plead quietly with him. They were interrupted by her mother who had also heard the doorbell and came to see who it was since she had heard nothing else. 

Graeme Housen had been extraordinarily charming in offering his flowers, especially given the fact that he had not really brought them for the household. It was on blind instinct that he had asked to speak with the lady of the house, because later, when he reflected on the incident, he couldn't imagine what people would think of him if he had presented them to Angelica as he had planned. He heard later that her mother couldn't stop speaking about them for the rest of the evening. 

From the look on her face Graeme knew that he had inadvertently conveyed to Angelica that she was in big trouble. He seemed to have been telling her that he had not forgotten about the role play, and the sex that they had had the week before. He had told her unwittingly that he had meant it when he said that she had to return to him the next week. She had not come to him that day as promised, but seeing him at the door with the flowers had told her that he was very serious about her coming back to him. 

She came to him the next day, and he spanked her even harder than he had done the week before. This time he had used his belt as well as his hands, and poor little Angelica could hardly sit down for three days. She came at the appointed time the next week and he sent her home with the flowers, telling her to tell her mother that she was passing his garden and he had seen her and sent them with her. He brought them himself on the third week.

After the third time when he had brought the flowers himself, Angelica had hidden when he came to the door. She was just upstairs though and so she heard when he asked her mother to just send her weekly to collect the flowers and how the silly woman was delighted to agree. Graeme wondered if Angelica's mother would ever question why a man who was nearly 60 would want to see so much of an 18-year old who was not related to him. He made a note to try harder to restrain himself from being so reckless about their affair. 

So there she was, on her way to his study. He knew that she didn't realise that when he stood in his attic and looked out the window, he could see her as she rounded into his street. She did not know that he smiled to himself at the sight of her, and that his cock became instantly, and incredibly hard. She did not realise that his mind searched for some way to keep her, that he fantasized about her during the week, and it was all that he could do not to find some way to make her visits to his home more regular. For one thing, he had a wife and she would want an explanation about this teenager hanging around. Angelica did not realise that unwittingly, she had caused him, Graeme Housen, otherwise happily married husband and father, to fall in love with her.

"Ah, there you are Angelica!" he greeted her with a warm smile and a pinch on her nipple. 

Angelica hung her head, and mumbled a return to his greeting. The role play that eased their consciences had begun.

"Look at me when you speak to me young lady!" he said sharply, and Angelica jumped. He tried to make the words "young lady" sound almost as bad as he did the words "you little slut" because he knew that she liked that kind of thing.

"You know what to do Angelica," Graeme Housen said, quietly. 

Angelica reached up and pulled at her dress to get it over her head. He was pulling and twisting her nipples even before she got the dress off and she had to clamp her legs together. Graeme lowered his head and sucked hard on one of her turgid nipples. 

"Leave your dress where it is," he ordered. 

The idea of her being hooded and vulnerable had suddenly appealed to him. So there Angelica was, posed with her hands above her head, her dress above her face and her body naked from her neck to the sandals on her feet. Graeme reached around and cupped one magnificent buttock in his hands and pressed her nubile body against his own. He sucked deeply at her breast and heard her breathing become more ragged. He pressed her breasts together and moved quickly from one nipple to the other, sucking them alternatively. Angelica moaned and thrust her chest up at him involuntarily. He laughed evilly, and bit her hard on the nipples. 

"Graeme!" she gasped falling out of character. 

"Shhhh, my beautiful Angel," he murmured, pulling the dress off and burying his face between her breasts. "My pet..."

Graeme fucked Angelica's mouth, cunt and arse before he allowed her to cuddle on his lap. He couldn't take his hands away from her breasts though, and so as she planted teasing little kisses to his temple, he weighed and bounced her huge mammaries in his hand. All in all, it was another wonderful session for them. 

Then Angelica broke character again: "Are you going to miss me when I go to uni Graeme? What are you going to do? Find another girl to play your games with you?" 

Angelica wasn't at all the slightly dim-witted 18-year old that they liked to pretend that she was; the one who kept coming back for increasing levels of abuse. Instead, she was a scholarship winner to Cambridge, and so was about to begin an undoubtedly brilliant career in engineering when she left for the old university town in four weeks.

They had known each other for three years, since the time that she had immigrated to England with her parents, after her father accepted a posting at the Jamaican High Commission in London. They were neighbours in one of the posh neighbourhoods in London, but he had "met" her as a woman, and they had become lovers after he had come to her school to assist in a Career Fair. 

He had spoken about the joys of being an engineer and soldier and Angelica, who had, up until then, chosen a career in medical research, was hooked. She had approached him after his talk to ask for more information as he had invited his listeners to do. She had introduced herself, and received a dutiful hug. When Graeme stepped back quickly and slightly flushed, Angelica had smiled politely, and not looked down. It was enough that they had both felt his sudden erection. It was more than enough that she had seen his eyes dart guiltily from her chest, and then struggle to remain glued to her face for the rest of their 10-minute conversation. 

***

Angelica stood, naked and cringing in Graeme's study. His wife was away and so he had called her on the mobile phone that he had given her, to remind her that they needed to "discuss" the fact that she had stolen his flowers during the spring. Graeme liked to see Angelica like this; one hand attempting to cover her breasts, the other covering her mons. He loved it especially since her breasts were so large that covering them with her hand only teased him more since she was able to cover only the areola and nipples. Her other hand only emphasized how wide her hips were, drew his eyes to her thighs, and suggested her rounded buttocks, just hidden from view.

Graeme's mouth watered, thinking about the fact that he would soon smother himself in those massive breasts. His erection was already dribbling precum since he knew that she would shortly be kneeling with her face and shoulders on the floor, her beautiful rump presented to him for spanking and penetration. 

Graeme loved torturing himself by prolonging the wait to get inside Angelica's body since he knew that it was always worth his while to do so. He had asked her to research how to do Kegel exercises so that her strengthened pelvis could grip his strong erections even more effectively. She had obeyed him, as she had in all things, and so his orgasms with her were among the most powerful that he had ever experienced.

"Haven't I told you not to try to cover yourself when you come here, Angelica?" Graeme asked, quietly. "Haven't I told you not to cover such beauty? You feasted your eyes on my roses and now I want to feast my eyes on you."

Angelica only shrank further into the corner and crouched over so that he was looking at her cleavage and the top of her head. Again, this was part of their ritual.

Graeme smiled. 

"Angelica, remove your hands. I want to look at your big titties and at your fat little pussy," Graeme said as crudely as he could. 

Angelica did not move and Graeme thought that he heard a sniff.

"You're a brilliant little actress Angelica, but don't think that I'm taken in by your crying. You're a wicked little thief and I'm going to punish your breasts and your bottom for that before you leave here today; and if you make me wait much longer I'll flog your hairy fat pussy as well. You can either take it from me or have the police do it. I'm sure that they whip little girl thieves on their breasts and buttocks and pussy much harder than I ever could. And," he added after a moment's thought, "they'll do it in the crowded station where everyone can see that you're a thief, and know what happens to thieves."

The sniffling got louder.

"Of course you can save yourself a few slaps, not many though, since I cannot let your naughtiness go unpunished, but a few slaps by coming to me and presenting me with a gift of your breasts. I want you to come to me with them held up in your hands for my inspection to see if they're good enough for me to accept and forgive."

Graeme waited but Angelica still did not move though he could see her muscles twitch, waiting to see if he had anything else to say.

"Come now girl!" his voice hardened. "You don't want me to get angry waiting for you! Bring your fat arse here, and let me see those nipples...now!"

"Please, Mr. Housen," Angelica whimpered. 

"You are getting me very angry young lady and that is not a good thing to do," he thundered. "Would you like to have to wear your nipple clamps while I whip your breasts with my belt outside in the garden, where Mrs. Pringle can see us?"

Angelica gasped. Graeme knew that she couldn't be sure if he was serious about taking their activities outside into the yard. It would spell a new chapter in their relationship with him, but to that old tabby would simply be explained away as him helping her to rehearse for a revival of Roots, the play, at school. They both knew that, ironically, it was Graeme who seemed the more likely to go public with their liaison. Graeme usually got compliance whenever he threatened to go public because Angelica wasn't ready for this. She put one foot in front of the other and moved haltingly toward him.

"That's better, girl! Present those boobies."

Angelica slipped her hands under her huge mammaries and lifting them, ever so slightly since they already sat high on her chest, she presented them to him. Graeme reached out and stroked her nipples gently with his thumbs, enticing them to hardness. Then he grabbed one breast in each hand and used them to drag her body closer to his hard waiting need. Angelica's breathing slowed as she tried to tamp down the pain. Her eyes remained downcast on the floor to Graeme's right.

"Look at me, girl; and open my flies."

Angelica looked into Graeme's lustful eyes and, trying to pull away slightly, she snuck her hand between their bodies to undo his belt, buttons and zip. He held her fast, and tightened his grip on her breasts, for trying to pull away even slightly.

She opened her mouth to cry out, but her protest was swallowed by Graeme's swiftly descending mouth. He kissed her hard, and slipping his hands away from her breasts, he caressed her waist and flanks, drawing her to him and pressing her naked body even closer.

Angelica lifted her leg and hitched it up around Graeme's waist to give him even closer access to her cunt. He pressed his body hard into her crotch and lifting her up he ran with her, and flung her onto the lounge chair and tearing his flies open himself, he climbed on her and placed his painfully erect penis at the mouth of her labia.

"Ask me to correct you, Angelica," he ground out, desperately.

"Please correct me, Mr. Housen," the girl said, breathlessly.

Graeme pushed himself into her without further ado, and fucked her as hard as he had ever done, before until his balls exploded inside her. He didn't know what he would have done if she had wanted to play some more, and had not given him the signal that it was okay with her to proceed. Their rules were clear. Angelica had to consent, explicitly, to each and every act of intercourse between them. Yet, the temptation to just take her was always there.

Worrying for him too, was that he now found it virtually impossible to draw out of her, when he felt his need to ejaculate. He could no longer spray his seed on her thighs, stomach, breasts and face as he had done in their early days. He had awakened one night having climaxed to a wet dream of watching her womb swell with his child, and her breasts dribble her milk, uncontrollably. He had lain there, breathing deeply to calm himself, but wondered what that dream had meant. 

Graeme had sent up desperate prayers and promises that he would not touch her again, if only she were NOT pregnant. He reasoned with the Almighty that it was really for Angelica's benefit, rather than for his own, that she avoided this fate. He managed to stay away from a bewildered, and depressed little Angelica, for only six weeks before he had to have her again; and the ensuing fever that they had built up for each other because of their desperate hunger, meant that he had fucked the hell out of her seven times during those first two days, rather than their usual one, or two meetings per week.

Graeme thought about having a vasectomy so that it would be okay to poke the girl without a condom, but he reflected that he really did want to have a child with her... eventually. This realisation shocked him! He couldn't believe that he could even consider fathering a child in his sixties, with a woman 40 years younger than he! He realised that this meant that he was prepared to continue his relationship with her through her university years. He didn't know what this meant since she had to go away to Cambridge to do the engineering degree that he had inspired in her.

Graeme hugged Angelica closer to his side, cuddling her in their usual post coital snuggle. He kissed her forehead gently, and blinked away the tears that threatened whenever he remembered that she had to go away from him, to school. He realised that he was being selfish, but since he did not intend to stand in her way in anything, and since he had already made it clear that he was never leaving his wife, he just hoped, desperately, that she would not meet and fall in love with anyone else while there. Again, this bothered him, because he knew that this would also mean that knowledge of their relationship would eventually come out, and that that, in itself, would mean trouble with his wife and children, and with her parents.

Angelica seemed to realise that Graeme had been quiet for a long time, and asked what he was thinking. She reached for his soft cock, and played with it until it began to harden again. She had never got over his sudden withdrawal from her two months ago when he had been seized with a fit of moral certitude that what they were doing was wrong. Graeme knew that she had worked harder since then to ensure that she pleased him physically, so that he would never tire of her. Her inventiveness and physicality in his bed, and her willingness to explore all of his fantasies with him, guaranteed this after she told him that she was on the pill.




Private Lessons



Graeme wasn't sure that he believed her, but he willed it to be true, as he mounted her for another missionary style fuck. He pushed into her lazily and she giggled.

"What is it, Baby?" Graeme asked, smiling and nibbling and snuggling, her neck.

"Nothing, Mr. Housen!" Angelica intoned childishly, reminding him that their game wasn't over even though he had lost control and nearly aborted their mission of giving her breasts and buttocks their thorough weekly spankings. Graeme's cock hardened rapidly at this realisation and licking his lips lasciviously, he pulled the girl to him, her back arching in an attempt to keep her breasts away from him, and buried his face in her cleavage, planting kisses and hickeys as he proceeded toward her erect nipples. He sucked her left teat into his mouth and chewed it hard, leaving her breathless. He suckled the right nipple greedily as well, and then, pushing away slightly, he lifted his hand and slapped her right breast hard.

The girl gasped and winced with pain but Graeme spanked her again and again and again and again and again several more times. Watching her breasts jiggle delightfully with each slap, he dug deeper into her cunt with each blow, then he sucked her now aching nipple violently, more hungrily than he had done before; he pulled away and treated her left breast in the same brutal way. He always came again from this phase of their activities. 

Despite this, Graeme did not enjoy this part of their love-making at all, since he did not wish to hit Angelica's beautiful breasts, thinking them something to be treasured instead. He had realised several months before, however, that the fact that he could punish her so effectively, despite his misgivings, was a major part of her physical attraction to him. The girl was the first genuine masochist, and sexual submissive that he had met, and she craved his discipline even more than she was comfortable explaining. Yet, explain it to him she did, since it also fed into her need to be humiliated. 

Graeme believed, genuinely, that he was protecting the young woman by giving her what she needed at home, so that she did not have to risk getting it from a truly violent man outside. It was this that had ultimately salved his conscience, and, remembering this, he pulled out of her violently and turned her over suddenly so that he could spank her arse until she cried genuine tears. 

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Housen," Angelica moaned, constantly, through her tears. She tried, genuinely, to get away from him, but Graeme knew better than to allow this to happen before he reached 100 slaps and made her stand naked facing the naughty corner for half an hour. After that time, he would take her out, and make her thank him for her chastisement verbally, and by kneeling and sucking his cock until he came again, his third time in two hours. 

Graeme had tried many times to find out what she was sorry about, so that he could absolve her of it, but she couldn't, rather than wouldn't, say, and so the weekly spankings had continued, and his love and pity for her had grown deeper with each session. He wondered what was going to happen when she was away at Cambridge, and resolved to ask her after their session was over today. They needed to plan a safe outlet for her.

"Graeme?" Angelica asked after a long interlude of comfortable silence on the lounge chair in his study. "Why did you come to the house with the flowers that day?"

Graeme thought about the day that he had taken their initial play way out of bounds, and showed up at Angelica's home with a bunch of flowers for her mother. He knew that it had genuinely frightened Angelica to see him do this at the time, but that had not been his intention.

"I had to see you again. I thought that I'd go crazy if I didn't. I'm sorry I frightened you, Darling."

He cuddled her closer, and kissed her forehead, to comfort her from the memory of the distress that he had caused her that day. He had felt like an addict needing a fix. He had had to even catch a glimpse of her. He realised how wrong he had been only when he had seen the abject terror on her face as she answered the door and recognised him. It was clear that she thought that he had come to reveal their sexual liaison of the previous week to her parents, or at a minimum, say something that would arouse their suspicions.

He had left the flowers with her mother after she interrupted their interview without incident, but he was not surprised when Angelica showed up at his home the next day in a very agitated frame of mind, demanding an explanation. He had lost his head however, on seeing her again, her mouth open, her huge breasts heaving with anger, the fact that she had tried to slap him across the face; and he had fallen on her, thrown her over his knee and spanked her bottom hard with his belt. It could have gone all wrong for him then, for she could have called the police for real herself, and had him arrested for the worst kind of assault, but instead, she had wrestled his cock out of his trousers desperately and while crying, had sucked on his stiff phallus as if her life depended on it, while he beat her naked rump as hard as he could; and thus they had become lovers, rather than simply a dirty old man who had enticed a young woman to strip herself one evening in his study.

It was then, however, that Graeme set up the rule that Angelica had to agree to every single encounter in which they engaged. She became his Mistress in more ways than one. He needed to be sure that she was comfortable with every aspect of their liaison. He knew that the courts, his wife and his children, and her family would not see things that way, but for his own peace of mind, this was the best way to go.

"Come, baby," Graeme said shifting Angelica in his arms. "You leave in four weeks. We have to talk."

"I've been thinking about that myself" Angelica said picking up his meaning quickly. "I was thinking that we could arrange a day off sometimes, and meet somewhere."

"That's not going to work. It's too haphazard a plan. Perhaps you can find one boy and let me meet him, to see if he looks alright. Maybe he could take care of you," Graeme said, reluctantly.

"I don't want to meet any boys," Angelica said, petulantly.

Despite everything, Graeme was happy to hear this. He didn't want Angelica to go with other men if he wasn't around to watch her, and direct her actions, but he couldn't ask her to be celibate when he was not. Angelica was very highly sexual; it made her an ideal partner for him, and he did not wish to stifle that energy. The plan for occasional visits would be unworkable though, but he couldn't see a way around them.

"Okay, we'll have to try for the visits in a hotel somewhere, and at home some weekends. I just want to make sure that you're okay."

"I'm not really as stupid as I pretend to be, you know, Graeme. I know that my proclivities will put me at risk in finding suitable partners."

Graeme did not like the use of the word "partner" in the plural. He hoped that she was not envisioning visiting a munch or anything like that. He knew that she said that she was uninterested in meeting other people, but he wondered what was going to happen when she became frustrated by their half-baked arrangement.

"I want you to avoid that risk entirely."

"Then can't you come with me? Can't you take a part-time job at the university? You could teach. We'd be in the same department! I visited their website and saw jobs advertised. They need tutors in the engineering department! You could do that and we'd have the chance to be together..."

Graeme was touched. He smiled sadly to himself. That had been her real plan all along; to get him to come with her.

"Angelica," he said gently. "I told you that I'm retired now. I'm going to live a nice life with Stella. I told you that! You are delightful, but I told you that I won't leave her."

"I'm not asking you to leave her! You could just arrange all of your sessions on two days of the week and come to Cambridge then. It could work, Graeme! She'd have you for five days and I'd have you for two. I won't make any trouble for you; I just need to see you! Please!"

Graeme had to admit that it was a tempting proposition, but he had made life plans with his wife, and these were not to be changed, even for Angelica. He hugged her to comfort her. He did not want to suggest the other alternative, that she give up Cambridge, and go to a school closer to where they lived. He liked to think that even if she thought of it, that he would be firm in declining the offer.

"I can't do that Angelica," Graeme said, firmly.

"Why not?"

"Stella and I have made plans."

Angelica did not press the issue, perhaps sensing that she would lose if she asked him to choose.

"Well then, I'm not going!" she declared.

Despite the fact that he had just been thinking along those lines, her words came as something of a shock to Graeme. He found himself babbling.

"What? What do you mean? No, no! I can't have you do that! What would your parents say? And you've worked so hard! Don't be silly, Angelica!"

They stared at each other for a long pregnant moment, and then Angelica threw herself on Graeme, and cried bitterly. She knew that she had lost. Graeme was not going to come to Cambridge with her, and he was not going to let her stay in London with him. Graeme was loathe to be the cause of her bitter disappointment.

Nevertheless, she had always promised Graeme that she would not be a problem for him, and she had always seen herself as being something of a martyr, so Graeme watched sadly as she dried her tears, and tried to paste a big grin on her face, for his benefit.

"It's okay, Graeme," she said quietly. "It was just an idea."

Graeme noticed that she held herself away from him, stiffly. He let her. He knew that she was sulking, but at least she was not throwing a noisy tantrum.

"It's getting late, I'd better go home," the girl said, not looking at him.

Graeme reached for her hand, and squeezed it, kindly. Angelica did not return the friendly gesture, but he persisted.

"It's okay, Sweetie. Everything is going to work out, you'll see."

Angelica relaxed a little, but it was clear that she was still upset. Graeme wanted to hug her, but knew that she was not in the mood. She was not in a place to believe that he was hurting as much as she was. He didn't bother to tell her so since she would misinterpret it as condescension.

Then Graeme laughed out suddenly. Angelica looked at him suspiciously.

"What?" she asked sourly.

"Do you realise that this is our first lover's quarrel?"

"We're not quarrelling."

"Not because you don't want to," Graeme countered, gamely. He grinned at her.

He could see Angelica struggling not to smile back at him and he breathed a sigh of relief. He really did not want to quarrel with her, but things were a complicated mess, and this was so because they had not taken the time to think through their situation properly.

Suddenly, Angelica sprang into his arms and clung to him tightly.

"Promise me that things are going to be okay, Graeme," she said, beseechingly.

Graeme kissed her temple.

"They will, my little darling; they will."

***

Graeme spent the night lying awake in bed, thinking about the situation with Angelica. He knew that he had to let her go, and to make her see that it was for the best, but he found that he just couldn't bring himself to do so. He had enjoyed these past six months more than any time that he could remember in his recent history. He wasn't ready to give that up, the sex and companionship had become his drug of choice; and, he suspected, that that was the case for Angelica as well. 

Slowly, an idea began to form in his mind, and Graeme felt his cock stir. Telling himself that he wasn't just fantasizing about the young woman, he examined the plan from all angles, and found that it was an operable one that might go a long way toward sorting out their problem. Graeme got up from the bed quietly, so that he wouldn't awaken his wife, and went to the bathroom so that he could call the girl to make an appointment to see her later that day.

Angelica answered her phone after only two rings. She had told Graeme that she slept with it under her pillow and that seemed to be true, given that she never disappointed him by not answering, regardless of the time of day that he called.

"Angelica, I need to see you later today. Can you come round to the study, say at about ten this morning? I'll be alone, so you can just come around and find me. I think that I have a solution to our problem," he added, cryptically.

He refused to elaborate, despite Angelica's begging, and so guaranteed that she would be there on time. He spent another hour re-examining his plan for loopholes before allowing himself to fall into a sweet slumber filled with images of himself nursing, happily, at the young woman's breasts.

Angelica did come, on time, and in costume. This meant that to Graeme's practiced eye, the young woman wore no underwear under her bright yellow sundress. He felt his loins stir at the knowledge that even in broad daylight, with a heightened chance of discovery, she would submit to him in this way. Graeme noticed, however, that she did not greet him as enthusiastically as she usually did, seeming to watch him warily.

He sighed. She was still upset with him and his decision not to accompany her to Cambridge. Graeme marvelled again, at the idea that she thought that he would, or even could, do this. Despite this, he was flattered to think that she wanted him there with her. He looked at her tenderly and reached out to embrace her.

"Come, baby," he said gently. "Don't sulk. We don't have a lot of time to make our plans. Let's not waste any of it," he beseeched her.

Angelica came to him and he grabbed the hem of her sundress and lifted the garment over her head, leaving her naked before him except for her sandals. Despite his impatience, he took the time to lay her dress neatly on one of the chairs and then he returned to her and taking her by the hand, led her to the lounge chair on which he had fucked her so many times.

Angelica frowned. It was clear that she was far too upset to want sex with him at the moment; the comment about having little time triggering her resentment again.

"I know you're angry with me, but please hear me out," Graeme urged. 

He sat on the edge of the lounge chair and pulled the young woman gently to sit on his lap. Having her there felt wonderful and it was clear to Graeme that she felt the same way. He felt her relax a little, and he dared to reach up and fondle her right breast gently, pulling on her erect nipple, lightly.

He dipped his head and captured that nipple in his mouth and worried her breast like a naughty puppy with a piece of cloth that he had found in the yard. Angelica giggled. She leaned over slightly, offering her other breast as well, but by then, Graeme's cock was at full mast, the sensation brought about by the thought of how heavy Angelica's breast was. He held her more tightly and latched on suckling her teat as if his life depended on it.

After about 10 minutes of suckling her right boob Angelica began to squirm uncomfortably and she tried to offer him her other breast again. He would not budge, and he felt Angelica attempt to settle down again, clearly trying to endure the sensation of him still sucking her now sore nipple. He knew that she tried to rationalise this submission as her allowing him to toughen her nipples in readiness for the child that they would have someday.

She begged him to take her other nipple instead after another five minutes though, actually trying to pull her right teat from his mouth.

Graeme attacked Angelica's left breast in the same way and soon had her squirming again; but again he refused to release her even after she was in obvious discomfort. When he was done with her, he had her stand in front of him, her teats with their now distended nipples pointing rudely into his face. 

Graeme smiled beatifically as he reached up and mashed her breasts together, squeezing them roughly in his enthusiasm. He calmed down enough to massage them for her, sometimes singly, but most often together, using both hands to caress her large melons, lovingly. 

Angelica was putty in his hands and it was clear, from the juices trailing down her leg that she needed to be fucked, but this was not his plan for her for the morning.

When Graeme sent Angelica home two hours later, he still had not fucked her, but it took all of his self-discipline not to do so. She, and his cock, had pleaded with him, but he had a plan, and not much time in which to execute it. He had spent the time, nearly three hours that morning massaging and suckling at her massive breasts. They were hot to the touch, and took on a reddish tinge under her chocolate-coloured skin when he dismissed her. Her nipples both protruded obscenely, and she had winced as her dress had touched them, when she put it back on. 

Despite this, Graeme knew that when Angelica got home she would have to touch them again. He knew the fires that he had built up in her; he felt them in his own loins, but this was part of his plan. He knew that she would not be able to think of anything other than the phantom suckling that she would still feel all day after he released her. He knew that she would have to bathe her breasts trying to cool them, that she would cuddle them and massage them seeking relief from the need to have them sucked some more, that she would be tempted to suckle them herself to find that relief. He knew that she would spend the entire day in a sexual haze thinking about him, and what he had done to her that morning, and he was glad that this would be so. 

He had ordered her to come to him the next morning at the same time, and when she did so, he noticed a marked difference in her. Angelica was shy this time, not angry with him. She couldn't look him in the eye and she clutched her dress around her, a red one this time, as if it were a heavy coat. 

Graeme smiled to himself, he knew the torment that she was feeling. He already smelled her arousal. He knew that she sensed that she was going to be a lamb to be slaughtered again today, but that she couldn't help herself in returning to him.

"You are very beautiful today, Angelica. I love to see you like this, but it will not do for what I plan for you. You will be a good girl, won't you? You will obey me, won't you? I really do know what's best for you. Take your clothes off, Angelica," he said with a calm that he did not feel.

Her breath caught, and Graeme saw her clutch her dress and cover her chest protectively with her hand. 

"You know that that will not help you Angelica," he said. "Your breasts are far too huge to be hidden by your arm. I have always said so you know, you have very large breasts for a woman your age. They are quite something to see. In any event," his voice hardened suddenly, "I want to look at them...now."

Angelica trembled. Graeme could see from the expression on her face that it had been a long time since she had felt such shame at the thought of him seeing her naked body. He knew that to her, it would seem that her breasts had grown overnight. They hadn't in fact, but he knew that she had spent the past 24 hours thinking of nothing else but having them suckled and spanked and milked. He knew that she had been miserable having to have them clothed that evening when she had had to force herself to socialise with her family members, and that she had fantasized about a life of being forced to expose them continuously for her lover's pleasure. They both knew that her breasts were large, but he had loved them, and her as well. He had spent six months building up her confidence about her beauty, but now, he was treating her like a slut only, and a big-breasted one at that. Graeme knew that she wanted him to suckle her and tell her that he loved her, despite her sluttiness.




Private Lessons



Graeme fucked a grateful little Angelica silly on the third day. He took her doggy style and had her rise up on her knees and keep her chest off the lounge chair so that her breasts swung wildly like two massive pendulums as he thrust, desperately, into her. He had fucked her hard because he worried that he was muttering her name in his sleep and he did not wish to do that. He needed relief, but it would not stop his plan to make her lactate for him.

It took 12 days of this incessant sucking for Graeme to feel the first beads of milk from Angelica's massive teats. By then, the girl looked sated with lust, and she seemed afraid to come near him, despite the fact that she couldn't help herself from doing so. Graeme celebrated by giving her the gift that he had bought for her the day that he had developed this plan: a small breast pump and camera, and instructions that he wanted daily photographs of her progress as his milk maid.



Private Lessons



This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. If stories of open marriage are not your thing, then this is not for you.

Thank you Eviant for your great job in editing this, it is always a pleasure working with you. 

Thank you to my amazing wife for being my muse. 

(Though the character names are the same from Forgotten Gear, the stories stand alone)

*****

The whistle blew signaling the end of practice, and the end of another hour of staring at the Coach. Ann was so lost in the vision of the coach picking up the equipment that she hadn't noticed Aaron trotting off the field.

"Hey mom, coach wanted to talk to you for minute."

"Huh, what?"

Aaron took a long pull of water from his bottle before answering, "He asked me to tell you he wanted to talk to you before we left." He sat down and worked his shin guards off as Ann walked onto the field.

What the heck could he want? She asked herself as she brushed her hair into place, and straightened her top as best she could. Of all the damned times he could talk to you, he picks when you are in your workout clothes!

A radiant smile formed on her lips as she approached Coach Luke. "Aaron said you wanted to talk to me?" She stopped a few steps from him, praying that her hammering heart rate wouldn't show in her voice.

"Aye, I did," he answered, his left leg propped on a soccer ball, "I've seen ya' bustin' yer hump around da' track 'ere. I didn't know if you'd be interested in having a trainer? Soccer is a great workout, and I'd be willing to give ya some lessons, get yer heart rate up a bit higher than walking the track. Nothing crazy mind ya, just some basic moves, but the workout comes through the practice. Figure if ya' let me work ya' for a few weeks, a little one on one to see if you like it, and we can go from there. The cold weather's coming, so we only got a handful of weeks outside left anyway."

Trainer... his lips are so full and sexy... one on one...look at his arms...heart rate up...his physique is so fine... "That sounds like fun. Can you start next week?" came her reply when her senses returned. She was nearly shaking being this close to him, and here she was trying to plan some alone time? How in the blue hell was that going to work? Her infatuation with him was so strong she couldn't be within ten feet of him without her pulse racing, her palms going sweaty, and panties getting soaked.

"Well, yeah, we could do it next week, but I was thinking we could start today, unless your track time today has you too tired?"

She felt like she had just slammed a shot of whiskey. "Umm, yeah ok...today works. Uhh...how much do you charge, and how long is each session?"

"To be honest 'wid ya' I'm not too sure on cost. I'm guessing each session will be ninety to a hundred twenty minutes, depending on you. We could try a couple and see what is a fair number to charge? Sound fair to ya'?"

"Yeah, sounds good. So when do you want me back here? I'm not looking forward to looking silly in front of people, just so you know!"

Luke's smile was roguish, sexy and disarming all at once. Ann could feel her knees buckle under his smoky gaze. "Meet me at my place in an hour. We'll have the space there and ya' won't need to worry about spectators. My yard's private, with enough space to work. Ya' got a pen?" Luke wrote his address down and handed it to her. "I'll see ya' in a bit." He went back to picking up the gear, and Ann continued to stare for just a moment too long; he turned back and caught her gazing longingly at him before she turned and trotted back to Aaron.

"What did coach want?" he asked, obviously anxious to get home.

Ann smiled at him, "He's going to help me exercise. He's going to show me some soccer moves, and help me get into shape; that way when you practice with me I won't get beat so badly!"

Ten minutes later, they were home, and she was nervous. Mitch knew about her crush on Coach Luke, and even encouraged her to flirt with him when she could. Her nerves were getting the better of her and she knew it showed.

"Hun, what's the matter? You're acting all skittish?"

"I uh...well...my walking the track has paid off some. I got offered a spot with a personal trainer...he offered his services to me for the next few weeks, at least."

"Cool. I told you that you were doing great. When do you start?"

She smiled at him, "In about forty minutes, at his place..."

"His place? Who does personal training out of their home?" Mitch asked, his interest suddenly piqued.

"Coach Luke offered to give me some soccer lessons; he was talking about what a great work out the sport is, and said he'd show me some basic stuff I can use with Aaron."

A look of slight disbelief crossed Mitch's face. "Are you pulling my leg here? The coach you are crushing on wants to be your personal trainer at his house? What is this, a Penthouse Letter?"

"Get real. He's a younger man for one. I'm a married woman, for two. And for three, he's looking to do some personal training, and I get to be a customer; no big deal."

"So, how long are these sessions supposed to be?"

"Luke said about an hour to two hours, depending on my conditioning." She grabbed a water bottle and filled it as Mitch digested this.

"You want Chinese food for dinner? The kids will go for it."

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll be home right around dinner time. Wish me luck!" She kissed him and the kids' goodbye, and headed for her first lesson.

Pulling into his driveway, she saw one car, and hoped it was his. Walking into the back yard as he told her to, her nerves the better of her. What if he makes a move on you? Are you going to tell him no? Do you want to tell him no? But these questions were quickly pushed from her mind when she entered his yard. At one end, a soccer net was set up facing about a dozen, scattered cones and several soccer balls. What the hell did you get yourself into!? She wondered.

Within minutes, he had her doing a control drill with the ball around the cones. She'd watch in amazement as Luke would slice between the cones with the ball. Then when it was her turn, she'd try like hell, but couldn't move very quickly or accurately. At least the effort was there. After twenty minutes of this, she was winded and cranky.

"Listen, I think you're tryin' a bit too hard. It looks like a small matter of how you are using your feet to guide the ball." Luke dropped to one knee in front of her and took her left leg in his hands. When he held her calf and foot, she nearly lost it. His touch was electric, so firm and demanding. Turning her foot this way and that he showed her how to best strike the ball. "You really ought to have some shorts too. These work out pants, or capris, or whatever ya call 'em, aren't good for soccer."

"I'll have some shorts next week." Using her new technique, she was able to work her way through the cones at a much better pace with the control she needed.

Luke went over a few more control drills before moving onto shooting. "If you feel I'm moving too quick, just tell me. I'm looking for you to pick up what you can, but to get a good work out from this too." He gathered the balls and lined then up in front of the goal. With a brief explanation on form, he proceeded to show her how to target specific parts of the net. Collecting the balls, he set them out for Ann to try. She managed to get three of the five balls into the net, but none went where she was aiming. The next series yielded the same results, and her frustration, again, came through.

"Hold on, no need to get angry, luv. Same as before, it's just form. You're using all leg to kick the ball, and none of the rest of your body. Ya' need to follow through with it."

He stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips. His hands on her body sent a shiver through her. "Are ya getting cold? I felt ya tremor there."

"No, just a small...shiver, I'm ok."

"Aw'right then." He guided her by the hips through the motion of the kick, turning her at the waist as she should be doing. Again her kick went wide.

"That one was better form, but the foot was off. Remember, the inside of the foot, not the toe." To emphasize this he crouched behind her, and again took hold of her leg to show her the proper motion. Ann couldn't concentrate if her life depended on it. She was acutely aware of his face being so close to her sex, and was worried he could feel the heat she was clearly giving off there. She could feel the wetness in her panties and was praying it hadn't darkened her pants.

"...so long as you keep the impact on the ball there, you should be able to control the shot, got it?"

"Uhhh, yeah...got it," she answered, hoping her flustered state wasn't noticeable. Something he said had taken, as she was able to hit the goal five out of five times, with three of the shots going in the vicinity of where she wanted them to go.

"We've been at it for a bit, how 'bout some water?" They sat on the cool grass and drained their bottles quickly.

"You're pickin' it up pretty well," he said smiling at her, "I wish I had more like you that learn so well."

Ann blushed a little. "Well, it's not hard when you have such a cu...err...great teacher. How much time do we have left?"

Luke looked at his watch. Ann took the opportunity to study his face, his lips in particular. His head snapped back and caught her gazing. He smiled at her and winked. "We've been at it about an hour...so it's up to you. We can call it a day now, or..."

"NO! I mean, I'm not ready to call it yet if you can spare some more time?"

"Sounds good. Come on!"

They spent the next sixty minutes running control drills, skill drills, and shooting drills to the point that Ann was getting familiar with some of the soccer terminology. When they were done, she was breathing hard and dripping sweat. She helped him pick up the yard and walked towards the front of the house with him following her.

"This was great, really. I had a blast," she said, turning to face him before leaving.

Luke pulled her into a brief hug that left her heart hammering at an even faster pace. "Aye, you did great, luv. Next week, we'll ramp it up some, so keep up your jogging." He gave her his smile that drove her wild, and walked back into the yard. She stood there and watched him until he disappeared around the house.

"Mommy's home!" came the cry when she walked in the door. The aroma of Chinese food filled the air. The kids were in front of the TV enjoying their dinner.

"So, how'd it go?" Mitch asked with a raised eyebrow, "Did you enjoy yourself?

"Oh knock it off will ya?" she countered, putting her dinner on a plate, "he worked me so hard I'm sore!" She smiled at him.

"Ha ha. I just wanted to know if it was worth it.

Oh hell yes was it worth it. She thought to herself. Every time his hands found my body I thought about how worth-it it was." Yeah, it was worth it. I figure I'll go a few more weeks, or until it's too cold to be outside and then we'll see what happens. Hell after one session, I think I could get the ball away from Aaron!"

After dinner, they popped in a movie and had ice cream sundaes for dessert. It had been a busy day for everyone, and the kids were exhausted when the movie was over. Mitch offered to put the kids to sleep so Ann could shower. Five bedtime stories later, everyone was asleep. Mitch crept down the hall and changed into his pajamas himself. Turning on the TV he flipped the channels until he resolved that there was nothing worth watching. Switching it off, he grabbed his book and settled in.

Five minutes into the book, he heard Ann start up the stairs. When he didn't hear her enter the room shortly thereafter, he set the book down and looked up, his cock instantly springing to full attention. Ann was leaning standing, in their doorway with her hands on her hips, wearing his blue and green plaid, flannel shirt. The top three buttons were undone, open enough to show most of her breasts. The bottom four buttons were also undone, leaving just the middle two. From the way the shirt parted, he was fairly certain she had no panties on. He stared in rapt awe as she moved her hands slowly from her hips. Her left hand went down to the part in the shirt below her waist; the right went up and found her left breast. Her left hand disappeared between the part in the shirt, and a moan escaped her lips. Mitch watched as she alternated between her left and right breast, rubbing them and tweaking her nipples as her left hand continued to move between her legs. Her breathing grew more ragged as she masturbated, her gasps matching the increasing tempo of her hand. He could see that she was close to coming. The look of pleasure that crosses her face when she orgasms had him anxiously awaiting her moment of arrival. With her chest heaving and legs buckling, she stood up straight, opened her eyes and placed her hands back on her hips. Smiling at Mitch she asked, "Are you ready for more?"

Ann moved to the bed and stole sensuously across the sheets. Straddling his waist, she slid her wet fingers into his mouth, moaning as he sucked her wetness from them. Grinding herself against his stiff manhood, she slid her fingers from his mouth and reached into the nightstand, withdrawing her favorite dildo. It was six inches long, and lifelike in both color and feel. Holding it by the balls, she brought it to her mouth and began giving it a vigorous blow job as she continued grinding against him, leaving his sweatpants with a growing wet spot.

After a good two minutes of this, she rose up on her knees and moved up his body, positioning herself over his chest. Her left hand slid over her stomach and under the shirt between her legs. Her right hand guided the rubber phallus to her waiting opening. "You're always saying how much you want to watch me, right?" she cooed as she slid the rubber cock into her wetness. "Well enjoy the show." Her lips parted in a gasp of pleasure as she penetrated herself fully with the faux cock. Her eyes closed and she held it inside her as her left hand played with her clitoris.

Mitch watched as her fingers rubbed circles over her clit, the dildo buried inside her. Her mouth had formed a perfect O. Her moans and gasps were systematically growing faster despite the dildo staying all but motionless. He felt her legs tense alongside his body before she lowered herself to him. "Oh Gaawwd I'm cumminnngggg..." she moaned into his ear. He felt her hands on either side of his face and then her lips were on his, her tongue probing his mouth. Running his hands down her back, he reached for the dildo, ready to replace it with his cock.

Breaking their kiss Ann sat back up and stopped him. "Uh uh. I'm not done yet baby. That was just the start of the show. Bring your legs, up will ya?" She reclined against his legs and settled in, unbuttoning her shirt so it was fully open. Closing her eyes again, she ran her hands all over her body, alternately teasing her nipples and her clit as her hands roamed the naked landscape. 

Sliding the dildo from her pussy, she asked, "Can you get my black vibrator for me?" She slid the length of the rubber cock along her wet slit and over her mound before laying it on her stomach, leaving a trail of wetness showing the path it had taken.

Mitch handed her the little black vibrator. They'd tried a few different ones over the years, and this was the one that won out. Though small, it provided the best pleasure for her of all they'd tried. Some had a great low setting, with a weak high end; yet other were the opposite: the low end was almost nonexistent and the high end was great. But this one was perfect, providing the perfect vibration at each end of the spectrum. He watched in anticipation of the next part of her "show". He knew how she liked to use the vibrator. When they were making love, she preferred it on the higher speed held against her clit as he drove deep inside her. When she was using it herself she tended to start at the low speed, holding it against her clit, often with her legs closed. Then when she was ready to come, she'd spread her legs wide, set it to high and hold it steady against her clit until she came.

Ann twisted the base and set it to low. Mitch grinned; though he didn't get this show often enough, he always enjoyed it when he did. Then, he watched as her right hand slid the slender black vibrator into her pussy, the moan leaving her lips music to his ears. His eyes grew as wide as saucers with what he witnessed next.

Her right hand continued to slowly draw the vibrator in and out of her dripping sex as her left hand moved up her body. Grabbing the dildo, she slid the rubber cockhead in circles around her nipples until they stood at full attention. Mitch stared as she opened her mouth, and slid the faux penis between her parted lips. His eyes were glued to her as she slowly fucked her mouth with the dildo, taking it all the way down to the rubber balls before drawing it back out again. His wife was having a threesome, albeit with toys, in front of him.

Ann shamelessly moaned around the dildo as she fucked her own mouth with it. She didn't really care for it when Mitch did it to her, but the fire of her passion had been stoked to an all-time high. The feeling of a cock jabbing into her mouth was fueling her already ravenous sexual hunger. She fucked herself faster with the vibrator, trying to keep pace with the dildo fucking her mouth. There really is something to two cocks at once, she thought as she continued pleasing herself, it may be time for us to give this a shot for real...

Eyes closed and lost in her sexual reverie, she pushed the dildo a little too deep, causing herself to gag a little before sliding it back out. Holding the tip just inside her lips she swirled her tongue around it the way she knew Mitch liked it, all the while pumping the humming vibrator in and out of her pink wetness. The slow tingle deep inside was growing at a feverish pace now. She needed to cum, and needed to come now.

Fuck my mouth Luke, while I fuck myself, her eyes snapped open as the name emblazoned itself behind her eyes. Yes. It is him isn't it? Of course it is, she thought. The image of the coach and the thought of him pumping her mouth was the last straw. She exploded in a rapturous climax like never before. She dropped the dildo to the bed, and left the vibrator buried deep in her pussy as she exploded, her hands gripping the sheets in an effort to keep herself from falling off the bed if she passed out. Light blue and green stars filled her vision as she cried out in ecstatic bliss. "OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD...baby, please take it out...please...I can't...oh God please..." 

Mitch slid the vibrator from her convulsing pink slit and turned it off and tossed it next to the dildo, never taking his eyes from her spasming body. His cock throbbed with desire as he stared at her. Her pussy glistening with her cum was still convulsing as he ran his hands up her thighs, intent upon burying his cock deep inside her. His fingers were still an inch away when she grabbed his wrists.

"Mmm mmm. No touching. The shows not over yet," she panted, her heart rate not yet back to normal. Ann rolled off him and kneeled alongside him. "Time for the finale." She pushed his legs flat and climbed back onto him in the reverse cowgirl position, his cock pressing into her stomach. With the dildo in her right hand, she reached back between her legs and slid it along her dripping sex. With a gentle push she slid it inside until the rubber balls were rubbing her sensitive clit. "Oh Gawwwwd" she moaned. With a limited reach, she couldn't withdraw it fully without angling it, so she settled for taking it half way out before plunging it back in. She knew how much Mitch enjoyed fucking her doggy style and was pretty sure he'd like to watch her take it the same way.




Private Lessons



She was convinced after she had cum that the primal urge to fuck had been sated, but she was wrong. The dildo sliding into her had resurrected this need in a way she didn't believe was possible. She increased the pace of the dildo, plunging it in faster and faster as the need to be filled grew with each thrust. 

Ann's moans mixed with the sound of the dildo squishing into her sex was almost enough to send him over the edge. The sensation of his cock pushing into her stomach was good but his cock needed attention; attention that it couldn't get with his current position. Staring at the fake cock pounding into his wife was turning his desire level up to one hundred. He could tell she was close to coming again by the way her sphincter began to contract in a rhythmic way. "Baby, your brown-eye is winking at me; I think it wants some attention."

Ann had yet to give him her ass, and would only abide anal play on a very limited basis, but she knew he was right. Somewhere inside, she felt the correctness of his words. He's never going to forget this night, she thought as she reached for the vibrator with her left hand. She reached back over her ass and slid the toy to her puckered anus. She had no intention of penetrating her ass with it, but the feeling of the vibrator sliding over her anus was enough to send her rushing towards orgasm again. The vibrator was suddenly the match igniting the fuse of her orgasm, and a minute after it began sliding over her anus, she was coming again, her pussy clamping down on the dildo so violently she couldn't remove it for a minute as she came. Her whimpers and moans were clearly affecting Mitch as she could feel his cock twitching beneath her. She was so sensitive she had to slowly remove the dildo; the sensation was just too much. Rolling from him she lay on her back, her legs askew, her right arm draped across her head as the tremors of her orgasm washed over her heaving form. She felt his weight shift as he rose from his position and moved between her legs.

"Oh, baby, I can't...it's too sensitive...I'm sorry, I just can't," she panted as she felt his cock sliding along her wetness. "Come here and let me suck you off."

Mitch straddled her chest and guided his cock between her parted lips. Instantly she clamped down around his cockhead, her tongue swirling around it. Her left hand gripped his shaft and jerked him feverishly. Almost instantly, she felt him tense up, his orgasm seconds away. Releasing him from her mouth, she stroked him three more times, and was rewarded with his warm semen spraying across her tits as she continued to stroke him. She was amazed at the volume of cum he painted her breasts with, counting at least six large spurts landing on her chest before it became a slow drizzle out of the tip.

Mitch collapsed beside her on the bed spent. "What got into you tonight?"

A grin passed her lips as the memory of Luke's hands on her ran through her mind. The image of him running around with her and guiding her through her workout ignited a new spark down below; one that she had no hope of dousing if it grew into a flame. "I guess a good workout really does affect your libido."

"And I suppose it doesn't hurt when it's a private workout with the hot coach you want to screw, huh?" Mitch chuckled.

She turned to face him, "What's that supposed to mean?" She was shocked that her feelings for Coach Luke were that transparent.

"Babe, come on. You talk about how hot and sexy he is. I'm not an idiot. He's a good looking, young guy with an accent that drives you nuts. Given the chance, I'm guessing you'd bed him in a heartbeat..."

"...oh come on, I'd never cheat on..."

"...so if you get a chance, take it."

She was stunned into silence, the dismissal of his accusation dying on her lips as her mouth closed. Her husband had just told her to fuck her crush if she got the chance. "What?"

Propped on his elbow he looked down into her eyes and smiled. "You heard me; I just gave you a coach Luke pass. If you get the chance, have fun."

"What's the catch? What do you get out of this? Is there someone you want to fuck that you're not telling me about?"

"No, but I do get something out of it. You have to tell me in detail what you did, while I finally get to fuck you in the ass!"

"Oh, I see...it's all just another attempt at having my ass. You know I'm never going to screw him...so sure, I agree to it. If I fuck Coach Luke, I'll come home and tell you all about it while you fuck me in my ass. Deal!" She leaned up to him and sealed it with a kiss. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to clean up and get to bed."

The week passed in a whirlwind blur. Luke hadn't been at the Wednesday practice, a fact that likely helped to bury the conversation she and Mitch had had further in her mind.

Saturday's practice had a full complement of coaches, Luke included. After practice he walked by with a sack of soccer balls on his back and casually said, "I'll be seeing you shortly. You'd better come ready; I plan to work you hard!"

Ann turned a deep color of red as he walked away and Mitch winked knowingly at her. As they gathered the kids and their gear he whispered to her, "Don't forget your Coach Luke card today!" She flushed red again, and knew she was the color of a tomato.

An hour later, she pulled into Luke's driveway, wearing her loose fitting running shorts and sports bra under her sweatshirt. Walking into the backyard she saw it set up the same as the week prior.

"Aye, you're here, good!" he called out as she came around the back of the house. He had on shorts and a tight workout shirt that showed every bit of definition in his physique. She felt a tingle in her nether region and mentally chided herself for her in appropriate thoughts. "You've practiced what we worked on last week, right?"

"Umm...no, sorry I didn't really get the chance..."

"Oh Ann, come on now," he scolded as he walked towards her, "you only needed fifteen or twenty minutes a night! I'll show you no mercy today!"

Oh, please don't! I want whatever you can give me! She thought to herself with a mischievous smirk.

"Aw' right, let's go! Over here, show me your striking form."

For the next twenty minutes, Luke's hands left her body for no more than five minutes. It seemed he was constantly adjusting her hips, or her legs to the right position, even though she was certain she was in the correct alignment on more than a few occasions. The warmth and strength of his hands were proving to be more and more of a distraction for her. She was certain that her racing heart had more to do with his touch than with the workout at this point.

"Ok, I'll be a defender. You start over there and come at me. You want to get by me and take a shot on goal, aw' right! Now I'm not gonna' just sit 'ere, I'm coming to take that ball! Got it?"

Ann nodded and tossed her sweatshirt aside. She was intent on not only getting past him, but putting the damned ball into the net! "Here I come!" With her left foot, she started the ball moving, and then gave it a good shot with her right. She was planning to go at him fast, and move right at the last second. She was controlling the ball well; the downside being more time spent looking at the ball than looking ahead.

Luke set off directly at her, planning to scare her off, and swipe the ball. His intent was to cut to his left just as he approached her, and to pull the ball with him. What happened was drastically different. They struck the ball nearly simultaneously. Their energy carried them in opposite directions around the ball, resulting in their right legs hooking together as they crashed into each other. The spin continued with Ann falling backwards and Luke forwards.

Like slow-motion replay of an accident, he saw the end result and was able to catch himself from crushing her beneath him. Her right leg was still wrapped around his, and he was between her legs looking down at her. "You aw' right?" he asked his face inches above hers.

Ann nodded yes. She couldn't find her voice. She could feel something hard pressing into her, and she was certain he wasn't carrying a roll of coins in his pocket. She wanted to feel his lips on hers. They are so close! You could just taste him once, that's all! she told herself. She knew that was a lie. She knew that one kiss would lead to more, and she knew that she didn't have the will power to say no. But just one time...and then the decision was no longer hers. Luke's lips were on hers.

Ann felt the sole bit of resistance in her mounting internal argument. Her conscience was screaming NO at her, but her desire was waving the coach Luke pass around like it was on fire. She could see her conscience slowly beating down her desire with her moral bat, and then she felt it. His tongue gliding along her upper lip, and she kissed him back.

His lips were everything she had imagined and more. She was lost in the moment. Their tongues played tag on her lips for an eternity, and then it was over. Her eyes opened when he broke the kiss, and her breathing stopped a moment later. Luke shifted a little, and she felt his hand between her legs pulling at her shorts.

"Tell me no luv'. Tell me no and this'll end," he whispered hoarsely to her.

BREATHE! She screamed at herself. "Yes," she exhaled, her mouth again finding his. She felt his fingers sliding her panties aside, then a warm hard sensation moving up her thigh.

"Yer protected right?" he asked as his cock pushed between the wet lips of her waiting pussy.

"Mmmhmmm," she moaned in reply, and then he was inside her, her legs locked behind his ass.

Luke grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his knuckles supporting his weight so to not crush her. Looking down at her smiling mouth he thrust into her forcefully, a loud cry of pleasure accompanying his motion. 

Ann writhed and squirmed beneath him as he continued to plow into her in a manner just a hair shy of violently. It was primal and raw and she loved it. She knew that she was being taken, that she was indeed being fucked in as crude a manner as the word could be spoken, and it turned her on. She felt his cock tense as he continued his relentless assault on her pussy. She knew he was close to coming, and she longed to feel him spray inside her. Unlocking her ankles she placed her feet on the ground and began thrusting her hips up at him when he thrust down, her goal was achieved!

"Oh Christ luv', that's too much! I'm gonna lose it..."

But she came first. "I'm cummminnggg," she groaned as her pussy clamped down on his thrusting member. Her back arched in an attempt to feel him even deeper. "Argghhhh, yes!" Luke cried with a final powerful thrust. 

She felt him cumming: three strong spurts and then a few smaller spasms before his cock stopped twitching. He released her wrists and she immediately grabbed his face and kissed him again, sucking his tongue when it passed her lips. And then again, the kiss was broken much too soon for her liking. He lifted himself from her, and withdrew his softening cock.

Still breathing heavily she sat up, not believing what had just transpired. Luke was standing and offering her a hand. She took and he pulled her up into an embrace, his right hand sliding under her shorts and cupping her ass. "Let's go get cleaned up, aye?" He took her hand and led her into his house. 

She turned to close the door. Turning back to him, she gasped. His shirt was off and he was almost out of his shorts. "Come on luv' we need a shower!" Biting her bottom lip she nodded yes and stripped her own clothes off. 

Luke took her hand and led her down the hallway towards the bathroom. She looked into an open doorway and saw a bed, and she stopped. Luke turned to look at her. With a naughty grin, she made the come hither motion with her finger and backed into the bed room.

She fell back onto the bed and waited for him. A moment later he was in the doorway, his naked body looking as if it had been chiseled from stone. He came to the bed and she pulled him down, and rolled on top of him. His cock was growing hard in her hand. With a couple of more strokes he was at full attention. Straddling his waist, she guided him to her opening and moaned as she sank down onto him.

Luke held her waist and watched as Ann raised and lowered herself on him. Her hands were rubbing her tits as she rode him, her eyes never leaving his. She slowed her pace and started grinding forward on him. Lowering herself to him, she whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna cum again...right...nowwwww...oh yessss!"

Her hips stopped moving when she came. She kissed his neck and nibbled his ear. When she was certain she wasn't too sensitive, she said to him, "Fuck me now!"

Squeezing her ass cheeks Luke thrust up into her waiting pussy, using his bed like a trampoline to power his thrusts. He could feel their combined cum sliding down his shaft and balls, and wanted to fill her again.

Ann cried out in shock when he squeezed her ass and began pumping into her. He fucked her with an energy matching their tryst in the yard and it took her breath away. All she could manage were gasps and squeals as fucked her relentlessly. With a suddenness that surprised her, she came again. There was no build up, no warning, just an explosion of ecstasy inside her stomach. "Oh Luke I'm cumming...don't stop...please don't stop!!" she begged him. She could feel the orgasm building again already and she wanted it, she wanted it bad!

A familiar tingle started at the base of his cock, and Luke thrust with all he had. The slapping of their bodies and their moans was a sound track of desire. With a roar he erupted powerfully inside her again.

His orgasm triggered hers. She came even louder than before, yelling "Yes" over and over again as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed alongside him, unable to hold herself up any longer.

They lay that way for five minutes, regaining their composure. Luke sat up and said, "Come on, we'll shower and you can be off."

Ann shook her head no. "If I get in that shower with you, well I don't see us cleaning each other at all."

"But won't your husband know...?"

"And if I come home from my 'workout' smelling like soap and shampoo you don't think he'll be suspicious?"

"I didn't think..."

"Luke, don't worry. He and I have an...understanding. Everything will be fine." She sat up and kissed him once more, needing to feel his lips again. "I'll see you next week. I can't wait for my next work out!"

He stared at her shapely ass as she walked from his room, wondering just what the hell he'd stumbled into!



Private Lessons



Author's note: Welcome to my latest story and my entry in the Summer Lovin contest. For this one I decided to delve into the classic-and one of my own personal favorites- fantasy of a teacher giving a lucky student a very adult education. Enjoy. LC68

At moments like this, lying by a beautiful pool and basking in the warm glow of the sun, it was easy to forget about life's troubles. In fact, as I stretched my arms out over my head and arched my back, I felt as happy and satisfied as a cat and reminded myself life was good. 

Life was always good on Tuesdays and Fridays, the two days a week I tutored for Max, a sophomore at PC whose father was a wolf of Wall Street and owned the gorgeous twelve room house that went along with the amazing Olympic size pool. 

I'd been tutoring Max since High school and as part of my payment for saving him from failing English in his senior year I was told I could use the pool on the days of Max's lessons. So my routine was to be here a couple of hours before Max came home from his summer job, go for a swim and lay out in the sun. 

While I was here it was easy to forget about the rest of the week and life itself. Easy to forget I'd caught Jeff, my boyfriend of the last three years, cheating on me with Sarah, my-now former-best friend. 

It was easy to forget that after I threw Jeff out, money was tight and I was sweating the payment on the condo this month. It was easy to forget I was an English teacher who was considering taking a waitressing job, at least for the summer, to make ends meet. 

Last summer I'd had a half dozen other high school and college students I gave private lessons to; spending the summer giving them a jump on their upcoming college semesters, but only three this year which didn't help my financial situation. 

But for right now? It was Friday afternoon and I was in a French cut two piece pink bikini I'd bought as a treat to myself and feeling sexy laying here by the pool in a well to do neighborhood and knowing the guy next door was watching me.

The yard was fenced in, but somehow the neighbor, I think his name was Rob, always seemed to be out on his second floor patio that overlooked the pool whenever I went swimming. I turned my head and sure enough there he was, 'watering' his plants.

I stretched again, making a show of arching my back and pushing my breasts out. I was pretty ample on top; probably too large to be wearing this skimpy top, but I technically wasn't out in public and my breasts felt as if they were ready to fall out of the tiny cups. 

Part of me thought about making that happen, give him a little nip slip, but Max was due home any time and it was bad enough I was going to let him see me in the bikini. I sat up in the chair, and enjoying my audience more than usual today, decided to add to the show.

I stood up and after lifting my arms to run my hands through my long, wet auburn hair and lifting my tits up to a saucier angle as I did so, I bent over and fixed the towel I'd been laying on.

The bottom of the bikini wasn't much more than a thong and I made sure to wiggle my well rounded ass while pretending to fix the towel. I thought of him watching me and felt warm from something other than the heat.

Not that I had any interest in him, he was married and older, and older men did nothing for me, but it was nice to be looked at. I'd wasted too much time with Jeff and his games. I'd let him take me for granted and put up with his couple of nights a week of wham bam sex rather than finding someone who would appreciate me and treat me like a woman.

One thing was for sure, it'd been a few months since I'd even had his limited attention and it was high time I went out and found someone to remind me I was an attractive woman and let me show them how much I'd appreciate their appreciation.

I lay back on the chair and feeling mischievous, looked directly at my admirer and blew him a kiss. He jumped as if he'd been shot and then gave me an awkward wave before running back into the house.

I stretched again and sighed as the material between my legs rubbed against my pussy. I placed my hand briefly over it and moaned as my fingers eased over my excited clit. I quickly moved my hand before I ended up sitting here playing with myself in public. Yes, it was time to throw on a short dress, some high heels and go find some fun.

I heard a car in the driveway announcing Max's arrival and thought maybe that was the type of fun I should look for, a nice good looking young cub. Not Max, of course. Max had just turned twenty and I wasn't sure I wanted that young, plus he was a good kid. He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't. 

Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like Jeff, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want serious so that left me with few options.

A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them. 

I was getting warmer between my legs and pushed my feet against the bottom of the chair, working my thighs back and forth as I curled my toes and kneaded the chair like a cat. Damn, I was getting horny. 

The fact Max was going to show up any minute added to that feeling. I would never go 'Mrs. Robinson' on him, after all, if nothing else he was a student and his father didn't pay me a hundred dollars an hour to cock tease him, but I did enjoy doing just that because Max loved to look and I loved him doing it.

This was yet another reason to love Fridays. 

I heard the gate open behind me and closing my eyes, pretended to be asleep. He had to pass me to go up on the deck and into the house and I figured I would let him get a nice long peek. I heard Max's footsteps approach on the walkway and then stop.

Behind my eyelids I sensed the sun dimming and knew he was standing over me. My breathing became heavier and not just to show off my tits, but because I could feel him staring at me. 

I imagined his eyes roaming over my body, from my purple painted toe nails, up my long legs and across my flat stomach that I had recently adorned with a silver barbell piercing to celebrate being newly single. 

I thought of his eyes lingering on my breasts, especially my now erect nipples poking through the thin material. I released a long sigh that ended in a soft moan while still keeping my eyes closed and pictured his young cock swelling as he stared down at me. 

I should be ashamed of myself, but damn it was hot knowing this young kid was ogling me. I gave it another second then without opening my eyes said, "Hey, Max, how was work?"

I opened my eyes to see him already blushing.

"Oh, it...um, it was...um, good." He was nodding so quickly he looked like a bobble head and I had to struggle not to laugh. "H...how are you, Miss Phillips?"

"Max." I sat up and he stepped back so quickly he almost tripped, God he was precious! "I've told you before, call me Laura. This is your house, not a classroom."

"Okay, Laura." He bobbed his head again and this time I laughed.

"What's so funny?" 

"You are, Max." I reached out and put my hand on his arm, "You're adorable."

"Thanks." His blush deepened and when he looked away awkwardly, I took a good look at him and thought adorable might not be the right term....delicious however, could work.

Max's father didn't want him lounging around all summer like his lazy, spoiled friends and wanting him to know what hard work was had gotten him a job at a friend's construction company. 

Max had no real skill so what he did all day was run around with a wheelbarrow picking up debris and throwing it in a dumpster. He'd been working there for six weeks and it was already showing. 

Max was wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt that accentuated the deep tan he'd gotten as well as showing off a damn sexy set of arms. He didn't have a large build, but his shoulders were wide and tapered down to his slender waist. His legs, protruding from a pair of jeans he'd cut into shorts, were well muscled from running and all in all Max had himself a nice tight young body.

He was the spitting image of his father, with a shock of thick curly dark hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes I could just imagine the girls his age getting lost in. Max was currently sweating and as I watched a drop of moisture slid down his neck to his chest I thought of following it with my tongue.

Max gave me a thrill, unintentional I'm sure, when he pulled his shirt up to wipe his face showing off his flat, hard and sweaty stomach. This time it was a drop heading for the edge of his shorts I wouldn't mind following with my mouth. Jeez, Laura, settle down. Kid was only twenty, but hell, that was a man, just a young one.

"So you study this week or am I going to have to tear you a new one again?" I asked. Damned if I didn't want to tear something right now.

He gave me the quick easy smile that was one of his best features. It was a sweet 'aw shucks' smile that always touched those gorgeous eyes and made you want to kiss him. He had to be killing it with the girls although I had never seen him with one. 

"I studied." He sighed, "Not like I have much else to do."

"Oh, come on, good looking kid like you has to have a special girl," I winked, "Or two."

"No." he shook his head. "No girlfriend, so I just been working and studying the last couple of weeks."

"No girl? You're letting all this go to waste?" 

Max blushed again and when I stood his eyes locked onto my breasts and the blush deepened. When he didn't look away and kept staring, I cleared my throat. "My eyes are up here, hon."

"Oh! I...I'm sorry, I was just um...I like your bikini."

"Thank you!" Unable to resist, I lifted my arms over my head and did a quick turn for him, showing off my ass. "You like?"

"Oh my god." He whispered, then his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe he's said that. "I mean...I...jeez I'm sorry, Miss...Laura."

"Don't be." I put my hand on his arm, admitting my long purple nails on his bicep. "A woman my age getting a compliment from a hot young guy like you made my day!"

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have said that."

"Why not? Nothing wrong with telling a woman she's attractive." I squeezed his arm thinking, goddamn, but to him I smiled and asked, "You're not very good with girls are you, Max?"

"I get nervous."

"No reason to. Max, you're a good looking guy and a sweet one and that's just as important, you need be confident and go for it, trust me, I can't think of a young lady that would say no to you."

"Really?" he grinned, "You think I'd do okay?"

"You'd do just fine with me." I winked and had to bite my lip not to laugh at the look on his face, "Maybe you should think older; we ladies appreciate a fine young gentlemen."

"You...you're messing with me." He laughed nervously. 

No, but I'd like to be. I shrugged knowing it made my tits bounce and seeing his eyes follow them made that warm feeling return between my legs. 

"Just being honest, don't waste your best years Max, find yourself a young lady" Or maybe a horny cougar... "Anyway, we're on your dad's dime now, so let me grab my stuff and I'll change and meet you in the kitchen okay?"

"Sure." He said.

I quickly turned around and bent over for him as I grabbed the short beach robe I'd brought with me. I pretended to look for something in my bag, before zipping it and made sure to let my ass sway back and forth as I did. I looked to the side at the glass doors leading into the house and in their reflection saw Max standing there gawking at my ass.

I opened my legs a little wider and pictured him staring at the strip of material between my legs. Thought of him dropping to his knees and moving it to the side and shoving his face into my wet pussy. I so needed to get laid this weekend.

I stood up and turning around said, "Oh, you're still here."

"Um, yeah...I was just..."

"Just?" I raised my eyebrow and looked him in the eye. My eyes were a deep green and Max had once told me he thought they were 'pretty'. He tried to hold my gaze, but didn't last more than a few seconds before he mumbled something and started to walk away.

He stopped when a voice called out, "Hey, is today's lesson by the pool?"

We both looked to see Max's father, Richard, leaning against the gate. Oh fuck, what the hell was he doing home and how long had he been watching?"

"Sorry, dad." Max spoke up, "I just got here and Laura was telling me to get inside so we could start."

"No, my fault." I quickly slipped my robe on, "I was talking to Max about work and wasn't watching the time."

"Well I'm assuming you'll stay the extra few minutes to make up for it?"

"Of course." I nodded, "I always give my students their money's worth."

"Maybe more than that in this case." Richard said as he strolled over to us.

Uh-oh, I didn't like the tone of that remark and the following one did little to set my mind at ease.

"Laura, could we speak for a few minutes before Max's lesson? Do you have time?"

"Of course." I told him feeling my stomach tighten. He'd been watching us and seen me flaunting myself at his son. Christ, I couldn't lose this job!

"Good." He looked at Max, "How about you take a shower. Miss Phillips doesn't need you sweating on her textbooks. She'll be ready by the time you come down."

"Sure, thing." Max hurried up the stairs of the deck and into the house.

"Sorry, Mister Thompson." I began, "I lost track of..."

"Richard, please." He waved his hand, "I've told you before we don't have to be formal, right Laura?"

"Of course not." I smiled, hoping I didn't look nervous.

"Good because we need to have a conversation and it may not be very professional." He gestured towards the small table next to the pool with a large umbrella over it, "Let's get into some shade at least."

He remained where he was and I walked past him to go sit down.

"Have to say that's quite the bikini, Laura." He said as he walked over and sat across from me, "I had no idea you were so well endowed."

"Well you said I could use the pool." I didn't remark on his comment wondering if he were being sarcastic. 

I had no illusion he was flirting with me; Richard Thompson was not a rich playboy, he was always a gentlemen and since his wife had passed a few years ago had dated several women, but always respectable ones and he was good to them, he was far from a dog.

"I did, but I would think seeing I have a twenty year old son you might have used some discretion with your attire." He grinned, "Let's face it, young men get excited over seeing a woman period and that bikini is let's say, minimal."

"You're right. I'm sorry." I nodded, "I won't wear it again, I wasn't thinking."

"Really?" He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, "You're an intelligent woman, Laura, I would hazard to think you did think it through and were enjoying the reaction you knew that outfit would cause."

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, trying to sound put off.

"Laura, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, anything."

He leaned over the table and gestured for me to do the same. The table was small and when our faces were only about a foot apart he smirked, "Do you like cock teasing my son?"

*****

"What did you say?" Once again I went for indignant, trying to cover up the fact I felt as if he had kicked me in the stomach.

"You heard me." He rolled his eyes, "Come on, Laura, we're adults here. I got home right behind Max and I was watching. You were showing off and he looked like he was ready to pop and you..." He grinned, "Something tells me you were pretty close yourself."

"Richard, that's hardly appropriate." I kept up the act.

"Neither is that bikini or shoving your ass at my son and shaking it around." He sighed, "But all I want is for you to answer the question, and answer it honestly, do you like teasing him?"

"Maybe you should find another tutor." I made as if to get up. I couldn't lose this gig, but I couldn't admit I was teasing or it could be the end of my side job, hell my real job if Richard wanted to push things.

"Laura, please sit." Richard spread his hands out, "Do I look upset? I'm simply asking a question and want a real answer."

When I remained seated, but didn't answer, he nodded.

"Okay, this is my bad as the kids say, I should have started this differently, but I wanted to have some fun with you." He tapped the table, "Laura, what if I told you I am hoping the answer would be yes?"

"I would ask what game you're playing." For real, what was he getting at?"

"Right, I get it. You could get in trouble. Okay we'll try again. I'm hoping you were teasing him on purpose and if you were I can assure you, you're in no trouble at all."

I narrowed my eyes, "Have you been drinking Richard?"

"Laura, I need help with something, something that involves Max, so one last time, were you teasing?" Before I could respond he added, "There could be something in this for you."

"In it for me?" I shrugged, "I'm getting curious and I'm taking you at your word." I sighed, "Yes I get a kick out of your son looking at me."

"Good." He laughed, "Not so hard, huh? Well I bet he was in fact I know he was, know how I know?"

"I don't think I want to know that." I shook my head.

"Laura, remember last week I popped in right as you were finishing your lesson?"

"Yes."

"You left, Max went in his room and I had forgotten to ask him something so I walked in and caught him...well you know."

"You can call me a cock tease, but can't say jerking off?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Ha, good one." He laughed, "Guess it was a little awkward especially when I saw what he was jerking off to. It was a porn video."

"Nothing weird about that." I pointed out.

"The video was a teacher student thing. I stood behind him for a minute and couldn't help but notice the woman had red hair."

"Oh." I said simply.

"So the little shows you're putting on are getting results it seems."

"I am sorry; it was totally irresponsible of me and..."

"Here's the thing." He paused, "Laura, I'm going to trust you with this. You've been tutoring Max since he was seventeen and I feel we know each other fairly well so I'm going to take a chance."

"With what?"

"I could care less Max is whacking off to porn with older women and teachers. If he's got a little crush on you? Fine, perfectly normal, you're a hot cougar to him."

"Thanks, I think."

"But the problem is all he does is jerk off..." He lowered his voice as if he thought someone were listening. "Max is a virgin."

"Really? But he's such a great kid! Not just looks either, he's nice." I grunted, "If nothing else you have money. I would think the girls would be on him just for that."

"Well in that case, I have no issue with him not falling for a gold digger, but he's just shy. Girls make him nervous and I can't get him going. I've set him up with friend's daughters, dragged him over to girls at parties to talk to them."

He slumped back in his chair, "He's interested, he'll talk to them, he'll go on a date, but never a second one and when I talk about it he gets all flustered, says he's not ready. Christ he's twenty years old, a college sophomore! I don't want him getting married, but he should have some fun and it's not the girls, they run right up to them."

"I was talking with him about that, I asked if he had a girlfriend."

"I wonder if it's because his mom's gone and I never talked much about girls and sex. You know my mom died and I had no clue what I was doing either because my old man was too busy working to pay any attention to me."




Private Lessons



"So what are you asking? For me to talk to him, tell him to go get laid?" I laughed, "He'd probably be too embarrassed to talk."

"Um, not exactly." Richard resumed tapping the table nervously, "Know how I said I was like Max?"

"Yes."

"I was an attractive kid, a nice kid and girls flirted with me, but I was like him...just shy and scared and could never pull the trigger. I had chances, but I'd run with my tail between my legs."

"So what worked for you?"

"I'm getting to that. See my old man found out and he was outraged his son couldn't 'score' as he put it. So he did what he always did. He bought the solution."

"I'm not following." I said, confused.

"He picks me up from school, brings me to a hotel and leaves me with a hooker."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, she wasn't a young college age type, but much older, early forties, probably about your age."

"Watch it." I pointed at him.

"But looking much younger of course." He grinned, "But yeah, pops bought me an escort to show me how to be a man. I was a nervous wreck, but she was nice. We chatted, she went nice and slow, eased me into it. I'd see her once a week for a couple of months."

"All paid?"

"Yup, my old man wanted me to know how to take care of a woman and that was the thing about it. He didn't want her to just take care of me, he wanted her to show me how to please a woman, to be a good lover, know how to make a girl happy. So she gave me some private lessons."

"I guess so."

"And it worked. Next time I saw a girl that caught my eye I had no trouble asking her out then letting nature take its course."

"Well that was still kind of crappy." I told him.

"It was, but he had no clue what to do and I had no mother to help with the emotional side of things so that's what I got."

"So what does that have to do with now?" I asked.

"Max is in the same exact spot and he needs to learn to be with a woman." He looked away, took a deep breath then asked, "Laura would you be willing to teach him?"

I stared at him, was he serious? He was avoiding making eye contact with me which told me this probably wasn't a joke, if it was he would be watching for my reaction, not looking everywhere else. He then sealed it when he said softly, "I'll pay you."

"Are you fucking kidding?" I blurted out, "What do you think I am; a whore?"

"No, no!" He put his hands out in a calming gesture, "I'm sorry, I know how it sounds, but I don't really mean it that way."

"You just offered to pay me to have sex with your son." I threw my hands up, "Who's barely a man."

"Eighteen is barely a man. He's twenty and let's face it; you didn't mind flaunting your tits to him, now did you? I know I just asked something out of the ordinary of you, but don't get so puffed up, you were cock teasing him and loving it." He pointed, "So am I really that far off in asking?"

"Ouch." I nodded, "Okay, you got me, but teasing and doing are different and I'm his tutor, been doing that for almost three years, I know him."

"That's the point." He said quietly, "You know him, he likes you, and he's comfortable with you. It wouldn't be like my old man dumping me off with a stranger. Max would trust you."

"And I'd be earning that trust." I rolled my eyes.

"Remember, I was watching Laura and it wasn't just Max that looked like he was ready to lose it, the look on your face was straight out of one of those porns he watches. You looked like you wanted to eat him alive."

"I know sex isn't everything. I've never been a player or womanizer and I don't want him to be one either, but he lost out on a lot of fun in High school and he's going into his second year of colleges and still a virgin!" "Come on, you remember college, think of the fun he's missing! These are the best years of his life and he's pissing them away because he's nervous." He laughed, "Come on, help the kid out!"

"I admit I've thought about younger guys in general lately, but Max is different."

"Only because you're afraid to lose the job." Richard smiled, "And that will not happen, trust me."

"So say I did this. I seduce him; show him what he's missing. Then we just go back to talking about English composition? I'll be done as his teacher, I would have to be."

"Only if you want to." He said, "And what if I told you I have two people on the hook that need a tutor; I can get you more work. So if you wanted to quit here you'd be fine."

"You really think I'd do this? That I would take money to fuck a student? What if he says something? He's a kid, he'll brag."

"He won't because you'll tell him real men don't kiss and tell. That's one of his lessons; if you have sex with a girl you have a better chance of more if you don't run your mouth." He shrugged, "If nothing else, deny it and I'll refuse to believe him and stick up for you."

"You still assume I'd do it for money."

"Laura." He grinned, "I know people, I make money knowing people. You broke up with Jeff awhile back and that's when you started really teasing Max. You just said you've been thinking about young guys."

He grinned as I frowned, and continued, "You commented you haven't had much of a life lately. All that adds up to you being frustrated and looking to ease that frustration. I'm offering you a chance to do that and help out Max at the same time."

"How magnanimous of you." I muttered.

"Oh, and there's your current financial woes as well." Reaching into his shirt pocket he removed a wad of hundred dollar bills and held them up to me. "One thousand dollars..." He paused and looking me in the eye added, "Per lesson."

"I..." I swallowed, a grand? A grand per lesson? Two or three thousand would really ease my worries for the next couple of months and he'd mentioned....

"And the names of two possible students? That will pay my rate?" I asked.

"Right here." With a smile he turned the money over and I saw a business card clipped to it with names written on it. "I have highly recommended you; they're waiting for your call."

"But I only get the names if I seduce Max?"

"Of course, business is business." He put the money down between us. "Come on Laura, this is win win for you! Money, more clients and you get to play out the graduate with a good looking boy who's already getting off to you.

"You said he was watching milf videos and one happened to be a teacher, doesn't mean it's me." I said lamely knowing damn well I'd done everything I could lately to make him think of me.

"Oh, it was you." He laughed, "I know because I talked to him and asked him if he thought of you like that."

"You did what?"

"Hey, it was guy talk." He shrugged, "I told him you were pretty damn hot and he agreed and I asked if he thought of you and he admitted he's had some dreams about you."

"You didn't tell him about this did you?"

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, "I don't want to be like my father, I want him to think you're just coming on to him, that you're into him and want him. Come on, admit it. If you go home and think about this you're going to get hot and bothered, you know you want to."

"Is that so?" I said, but even I could hear my insincerity. Paid to fulfill a fantasy and get some much needed relief.

"You're going to teach him, Laura, not just let him fuck you. You're going to show him how to please a woman; you're going to show him on your body, you're going to enjoy this as much as he is. Hell, the kid will worship you! Isn't that the point with young guys? They appreciate it?"

"I..." I stared down at the money. "How many lessons do you think he'll need?"

"I'll pay you for three." He was all business now. "If you choose to continue to fool around with him past that, it's because you're having a good time and want to." He smirked, "Something tells me you the way you act around him, you might want to."

"So you'll think he's learning from a slut then." 

"I'll think he's learning from a woman smart enough to make some money doing what she's playing with herself thinking of anyway."

"That's pretty crude." I informed him.

"But true. We're adults here, Laura." He tapped the money, "What's it going to be?"

"I can't think about it?"

"No." He said simply. "I have to get back to the office for a late conference call and I want today to be the first lesson. So choose right now."

I leaned back in the chair and thought about it. I could so use the money and the clients could be worth a lot more than that long term and Richard was right, I'd been sitting there thinking about making Max putty in my hands. But could I really go through with it?"

"Once, going twice." Richard sighed and reached for the money.

"I'll do it." I said and watched him remove his hand from the money. "But I might not go all the way today, I want to go slow."

"It's your curriculum," He smirked, "I'll trust in your expertise."

*****

I stood in the huge bathroom and carefully applied my lipstick and wondered if I could really do this. Seeing the money and the card were in my purse, I pretty much had to or risk Richard firing me and calling the new clients and telling them not to hire me. 

I pursed my lips, taking in the deep slut red I'd painted them and fluffed my hair out. Normally I wore it pulled back or pinned up when I taught, but for this lesson I would leave it down. I normally changed into a pair of slacks and a blouse or occasionally jeans and a t-shirt, but right now I was still wearing the short beach robe.

I had removed the top to the bikini so when I leaned over the table Max was going to get one hell of view. Despite my misgivings just thinking of Max seeing my breasts and what it would do to him had my nipples stiff.

I had to face facts; Richard had hit on everything he said. I was lonely, horny, frustrated and could use the money to do something I was fantasizing about anyway. I adjusted my robe so it wasn't tied so loosely it was obvious and slipped on the heeled sandals I'd brought with me to make my legs look sexier and add to my 'look'

I quickly grabbed the text book from my bag and zipping it up, left the bathroom before I lost my nerve. I dropped my bag that contained the clothing I should be wearing near the door and walked into the dining room.

Max was there dressed in another sleeveless t-shirt that looked damn good on his tanned skin and immediately eased some of my inhibitions, and a pair of loose shorts. He had his lap top open and his book and note book next to it. Little did he know, he wouldn't need those today.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting." I announced as I entered.

"That's okay I had to..." He trailed off when he looked up at me.

He gave me a quick up and down and then turned his eyes towards the table and said, "You can take time to change if you want, I'll wait."

"Silly me, forgot my damn pants." I laughed, "So it was either the robe or I could sit here in my underwear."

"Oh." He was already blushing as he mentally created the image I'd given him. "R...right, wouldn't want that."

"Not that the thong would show more than my bikini anyway." I sighed, "You know, Max I'm sorry about that."

"About what?".

"Wearing that suit, it was pretty revealing."

"Oh, I didn't mind." He stopped and his blush deepened, "I mean you know, you can wear whatever you want."

"You didn't mind?" I smiled as I sat across from him. "Did you like it, it's new?"

"It was, um...pretty."

"Think I'm pretty?"

"Uh...shouldn't we get to work?" He tapped his book. "We left off on..."

"Oh, you're dodging the question." I pushed my lips into a pout, "Guess you don't think I'm pretty."

"I do. I mean, well..." He frowned, "Pretty is kind of a young girl thing, you're..."

"I'm?" I prodded.

"Beautiful?" 

"I like that." I gave him a huge smile.

"So, what did my dad want?"

"He found me a couple of leads for new students."

"Oh, good." He nodded.

"Why, what did you think?"

"I...I thought maybe he saw us and...thought I was looking at you."

"Were you?" Nice segue this was.

"No!" He shook his head, "Not like that I mean."

"Damn, must be losing my touch." I sighed, "I used to be able to turn heads in a bikini."

"Chapter twenty?" He suggested, opening the book.

"Is that where we were? Let me see." 

Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure. 

"Max?"

"Um, Miss....I mean Laura?"

I grinned and unleashed a classic, "The books here, honey." I tapped it.

"Yes!" He nodded, "Right." He looked down at it. 

"You take notes over the week?"

"Sure," He started to slide the notebook over to me, but I walked around the table and sat next to him.

I pulled my chair over so close my bare leg was resting against his and leaned to the side to look at the book. That put my hair in his face I could feel his breath on my ear as I turned my head. 

"Sorry." I moved my hair away from his face which left him looking at my neck. I imagined him kissing me there and wanted to squirm in my seat. "Wow, these are good notes."

"Thank you."

"You're good at a lot of things, aren't you Max?"

I sat up and turned in my seat to face him. I opened my legs, and saw his gaze drop down to my exposed thighs. My eyes were focused on his crotch and I had to force myself not to lick my lips at the sight of the bulge there. 

"I don't know."

"Bet you are." I smiled, "So that's why I wonder, why no girlfriend?"

"I guess I haven't met anyone yet." He put his hand on the notebook, "Shouldn't we talk about..."

"I'm sure you have met plenty of girls and honey? I'm a woman and I know damn well you're getting attention from the girls, you are far too hot not to."

"You think I'm...hot?" His eyes were still on my thighs as if he were to mesmerized to care if I were looking and I spread them further open, but put my hand on the robe between them so he would only be able to see more of my thigh.

"You're a sexy young man, too sexy to be alone." I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Max, are you shy?"

"No...well....a little."

"Why, what are you afraid of?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "Can we..."

"Max, have you ever had sex?"

"That's a little personal!" He declared, finally pulling his gaze from my lap and looking at me.

"That's my answer then," I laughed and put my hand on his arm, "That's okay though, just makes you even cuter."

"Don't make fun of me." He sulked, his lip out, God he was adorable! I wanted to kiss him right on the spot.

"I think it's sweet." I lowered my voice to a sultry whisper and leaning closer spoke in his ear, "Sweet drives women crazy, especially older women."

"Really?" He asked and I noted he made no attempt to move.

"Really." I sighed, allowing my hot breath to blow on his neck, "God, a woman my age? We could just eat sweet alive." At this point my lips were almost touching his ear, "Sweet makes us not want to be sweet all."

"Hey, want a soda?" He blurted out and pulled away from me, almost falling off his chair.

"Am I making you nervous, Max?"

"No, uh...yes." He nodded, "You're getting kind of close."

"Is that a bad thing?" I gave him an innocent smile, "A beautiful woman getting close to you?"

"How about that coke?" He stood up and for a moment the now larger bulge in his shorts was right in my face and my eyes widened.

"Guess it's not so bad at all is it?" I grinned, "Because you look awfully happy."

Max blushed so deeply he looked sunburned and stuttering something about a drink turned his back and practically ran into the kitchen. When he was out of sight I leaned back in my chair and put my hand between my thighs, Christ, I was soaking through the bikini. Who the hell had I been kidding? I was so ready for this.

But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching porn. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. 

I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it.

"Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. 

The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. 

"Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

I heard Max pop open a can in the kitchen and knew I only had a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do. On the screen the woman was now teasing, sitting back and stroking his glistening cock, jerking him and asking him what he wanted.

He moaned and pumped his hips, begging her for more, but she giggled and kept stroking him while waggling her tongue over the tip of his cock. Inspiration hit me and at the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I closed the lap top and took it off the table along with his note book and went into the living room.

I placed it on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch to wait for him. Max came from the kitchen and looked at the table then out into the next room.

"Why are you in there?"

"Its cooler in here and honestly, this couch is so soft!" I laughed, "I'm not wearing pants so it feels real nice." I winked at him and his eyes went down to my legs again.

"Well come on," I tapped the couch, "I don't bite, I just nibble from time to time."

Max walked over looking like a dear in headlights "Here you go." He handed me the glass and I heard the ice clicking, the poor kids hand was shaking! Priceless.

"Thank you." I took a couple of long swallows, making sure to press my lower lip to the glass. 

I then took the cool glass and rubbed it along my upper chest.

"That feels good, the sun was warm today." I told him as I slid the glass up my neck leaving a wet trail from the condensation. "Oh, damn."

"What is it?" He asked, placing his can on the table.

"I got lipstick on the glass," I sighed, "Lipstick gets all over everything I put in my mouth."

"Right." He agreed and gestured at the lap top, "Laura, can we get started?"

"Of course." I tapped the couch next to me "Sit down and go to the PC site, I want to look at your class schedule again, see who you have, I know some of the teachers there, we can figure out what to focus on."

"Great!" His relief was comical as he sat on the middle cushion and leaning over opened his lap top. 

The screen came up and the red haired teacher was right there stroking her moaning student.

"What the fuck?" Max exclaimed.

"Oh, look at that!" I laughed, "You bad boy, Max."

He went to close the lap top, but I reached out and caught his arm.

"Let it play."

"What? I..."

Just then the woman spoke, "Hmm, you're being such a good student for me, you're working so hard; you think maybe your slutty teacher should reward you?"

"Well now." I looked at him, "That's a different lesson isn't it?"

"L...Laura, I don't know how that got there." He tried to move his arm, but I pulled on it once more, stopping him, but using my other hand used the mouse to pause the video.





Private Lessons



"No? You accidently found a site like that and somehow your computer kept watching it by itself?"

"Well, um..."

"It's okay, Max, porn is fun. I like it. I do know people tend to watch what they really desire and..." I pointed at the screen, "Lot of sexy teachers on your computer."

"It's not what you think."

"Really?" I pouted "That would be too bad because I'd really like it to be."

"I...what?" He looked at me and I placed my hand gently against his cheek.

"I was hoping it's what you wanted, hoping you thought of me like this." I licked my lips and his eyes looked like they were going to explode from his head. "I saw this and really hoped you wanted some....private lessons."

I put my hand on his crotch and we both gasped; him from surprise and me from...goddamn was he fucking hard!

"Laura! We...my dad!"

"Is paying me to teach you things." I smiled, "Who says it has to be boring?"

"We...you're screwing with me." He whispered, but made no move to remove my hand from his crotch.

"Max if I was screwing with you would I be playing with this...hmm," I leaned over and purred in his ear, "Nice big cock?"

"That...Oh, shit." He moaned when I gave it a squeeze. "Laura, please we..."

"You don't have to beg, honey." I flicked my tongue across his ear and felt a shiver go through him. "I'm a sure thing."

"You are?"

"Eventually." I said in his ear as I rubbed the length of his cock thinking I wanted it now, but I would go slow today. "But it's like your regular lessons, we start at the beginning and we go slowly and you let me show you, okay?"

"Okay." He swallowed hard, "You...you're really not teasing me?"

I turned his head to face me and kissed him. He tried to pull back in surprise, but I slid my hand behind his head and pressed my lips softly to his. He released an adorable whimper in his throat that caused my pussy to gush and I forced myself to only make it a quick kiss.

"Now...that's the first thing, Max, women like to be kissed and you always kiss before playing, right?"

"R...right."

"Have you kissed a girl?"

"A couple of times, but um, not much."

"Well, how about you kiss me?" I leaned back and parted my lips. When he didn't respond right away, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me nervously.

"Come on, Max. I told you to follow my lead, but women like a man who doesn't need to be told." I gave his cock another squeeze causing him to moan again. "You like that? Like me playing with your nice, big dick?"

"Yes." He breathed as I rubbed it through his shorts.

"Well if you want me to keep doing it, you'll give me a nice kiss. In fact." I grabbed the snap of his shorts and pulled it open, "You do a good job, I'll reach right in and grab it, and wouldn't that feel better?"

"Yes."

"Then, how about you give your naughty teacher a kiss?" I closed my eyes and parted my lips once more and my heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited his kiss.

After a moment of nothing, I stopped moving my hand and lifted it from his crotch. Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more.

Max kissed me quickly, several rapid fire little pecks and telling myself to be patient, I worked my fingers through his hair and keeping his head still caught his lips with mine and slowed him down. 

"Relax, it's not a race, baby." I whispered against him, "Women like men who take their time, not grabby boys. Take your time, enjoy me; experience me."

I kissed him again, my lips sliding teasingly along his and after remaining still for a moment he followed my lead and moved his lips against mine. I moaned loudly for him and pulled his hair. More inspiring to him I'm sure was me pulling his zipper down and teasing my fingers along his cock now just through his underwear.

Letting his hair, go I grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm around my waist. I continued to kiss him and he didn't need to be told to put his other arm around me. He pulled me into him and I breathed, "There you go," then pushed my tongue into his mouth.

Max gasped when my tongue darted across his, then moaned when my fingers worked their way into his boxers. I touched his bare cock and he whimpered, causing my pussy to become even wetter. He pushed his tongue against mine and his kiss grew bolder, his lips pressing harder to mine and even taking the lead.

I let him control the kiss as my hand made it inside his boxers and I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.

"Oh, honey!" I moaned and not for his benefit, but the fact...wow, he had a nice cock!

Max broke the kiss and moaned when I pumped his cock. I reached the head and squeezed it and felt some of his precum squirt onto my hand. I moaned at the sensation and rubbing it along his sensitive head then pumped him faster, getting his cock slick with his juices.

"My neck." I whispered, and lifted my head, "Kiss my neck, my chest; keep your lips on me, Max. Women love their necks kissed, we love everything kissed."

Max obediently fastened his lips to my neck and I sighed as he kissed me and I continued to play with his hard, and pretty damn big, young cock. Max surprised me by taking his time, working his lips along one side of my neck then down the other.

As a reward, I stroked him faster. It was a reward for me as well, because his cock felt damn good in my hand. I squeezed him tighter and felt him pulsing against my palm. My clit was throbbing at the idea of what that hard flesh would feel like in my mouth and stuffing my recently neglected pussy. 

At this point I had to tell myself to go slow as much as I had to convince him to. It wasn't going to be easy as Max followed my instructions to the letter and slid his lips down to the top of my chest. 

I grabbed his arm and pulled on it. Max let me guide his arm to me and taking his hand I put it on my left breast through the robe. He groaned as he kissed my chest and my breath hissed between my teeth as his fingers caressed my nipple. 

"Go ahead," I said softly, "Reach in, touch me."

Max didn't hesitate this time; his hand slipped into my robe and cupped my breast. I moaned as his fingers slid over my bare nipple and squirmed on the couch as he fondled my breast. 

"You want to see them?" I asked.

"Please?" He looked up from my chest, his blue eyes bright with excitement.

"Before you do, how does that look?" I pointed down to his lap as I tugged his cock from his underwear,

"Oh, fuck." He whispered as we both watched my hand slide up and down his long thick shaft.

"Honey, this is a big fucking cock." I said and putting my other hand on it, jerked it with both.

"Oh...oh, Laura." He moaned, slumping back against the couch as I jerked him off.

"Hmm, I like that, that's nice, Max. Always let your lady know she's pleasing you. Don't buy that bullshit men don't moan or make noise. We love to hear it just like you do."

I wanted to do more than hear it, I wanted to taste it. Fuck, I wanted to swing my leg over his lap and ride this beautiful dick. Richard was right, this kid had wasted too much time, Christ, the fun he could have had!

But not yet, I wouldn't be doing what Richard wanted if I just took him for a ride on the spot. Not only that, but as slow as I was pumping him, his legs were shaking and he was moaning louder, poor kid was ready to pop. 

Max was leaning back against the couch breathing heavily and staring at my hands on his cock. He was so into it his hands had left my body and he was simply watching.

"Hey, baby, don't forget about me." I told him and released his cock, "Never forget about your lady."

"S...sorry, that felt so good." He looked down at his cock, "You're not going to stop are you?"

"Well, that depends." I was starting to enjoy myself now. "On what you do for me."

I leaned back into the corner of the couch and held up the ties to my robe, "I asked if you wanted to see my tits and all you did was sit there and let me play with you, what about me?"

"I, well I thought you were going to...you know?"

"I know what?" I wagged my finger at him, "Be a man, Max, don't be a boy, even girls your age don't like nervous boys, tell me what you thought I was going to do."

Max paused and I sighed, "Well I guess you can turn that movie back on and finish yourself off then. I won't waste time with a boy."

"I thought you were going to make me cum." He gave me a nervous smile, "Please?"

"Please is nice, but a little out of place." I pushed the ties of the robe out to them. "Don't you want to see them?"

"Yes, pl...Yes." He caught himself, "Laura, I'd love to see your tits."

"Better." I shook the ties, "Un-wrap me."

Max leaned over and I had to make an effort to keep my eyes off his still fully hard cock and focus on him. When he took the ties, I kept my hands on them and spoke softly.

"Sometimes the girl may undress for you, it depends on her mood, if she feels like showing off and being playful, but a lot of times we like to be undressed and don't be nervous, don't be rough or pushy, but be confident and make the move."

Max nodded and when I let the ties go he pulled on them. My robe opened and fell to the side revealing my breasts and my pussy grew even wetter at the fact I was now exposed to him.

"Damn." He licked his lips, "They're...perfect."

"Nice," I cooed, "Compliments are good, baby, real good."

I cupped my breasts, noting how warm they were, and hefting them, pushed them out to him.

"Like them?"

"Yes."

I stroked my nipples with my thumbs and couldn't stifle a moan. Part of me couldn't believe I was sitting here with my robe open, just the skimpy bikini bottom covering my dripping pussy, but the other part of me was reveling in it! The way Max was staring hungrily at my body, not just my tits, but his eyes were roaming my stomach and thighs and between my legs. 

"Like how my nails look on them?"

"I really do." He slid a little closer and I smiled,

"What would look better on them?"

"My hands."

"Nice answer." I sat up and faced him, "Go ahead."

I released my breasts and Max eagerly cupped them and squeezed them gently. His fingers were trembling and again his nervousness sent a thrill through me. His thumbs caressed my nipples and I groaned, damn they were sensitive right now.

Max was staring at my breasts with a look of absolute lust on his face that caused me to lose character, grabbing the back of his head I pushed his face down into my right breast.

"Come on, baby, you know what you really want to do!"

Max didn't disappoint me and I released a low moan as he sucked my swollen pink nipple into his mouth. He moaned as his tongue swirled around it and his thumb continued to work my other nipple.

"That's nice, Max, just like that." I sighed and running my fingers through his thick hair, turned to the side, pushing my other breast at him, "Other one's jealous."

Max laughed and as he sucked my other aching nipple I took hold of his cock again. He whimpered as I pumped it and it caused me to arch my back, shoving my tit deeper into his mouth. The control I had over him was driving me wild. 

"Hmm, someone needs to cum, don't they?" I gave his cock several hard pumps that caused him to moan around my nipple and thrust his hips.

"Yes," He spoke around my breast, "I need to cum so bad!"

"And I want to make you come, baby, but..." I eased his head from my tit so he was facing me. "There's a very important lesson here."

"What's that?" He asked nervously.

"Once you're with a woman for awhile it's different because you're both comfortable, but at first? You want to make a good impression and make her come back for more? The lady always comes first, honey."

"Okay." He nodded, "You want me to...?"

"You're going to make me come for you." I smiled, "Never made a girl come before have you?"

"You know I haven't, don't make fun, I...oh." He groaned when I pumped his cock.

"I'm not making fun and the good news? In a few minutes you'll be able to answer yes." I tapped the back of the couch. "Sit back."

I released his cock and Max sat back against the couch. Leaning over him, I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly turned side to side, teasing my breasts across his face. He flicked his tongue out catching each nipple and I giggled, "You're doing just fine, honey."

I grabbed the edges of his shirt and tugged upwards. Taking the hint he lifted his arms and I stripped his shirt from him and tossed it on the floor.

"Take your shorts off." I said, "I want to see all of that nice hard body."

Max pushed his shorts down and kicked them off along with his shoes. I looked down at him and my heart pounded at the sight of his young well muscled form and that huge fucking cock standing at attention for me. 

My robe was hanging off my shoulders and stepping between his legs; I put my back to him and slowly slid it off. As it fell to the floor I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the look on his face as she stared at my ass.

I was now only in the minimal bikini bottom and heels and I felt both sexy and slutty as this boy less than half my age stared at me, naked desire on his face. I should be ashamed of myself, he was a kid to me, let alone I'd agreed to get paid for this, but all that added to the heat between my legs. Not sure if that made me a bad person or not, but one thing was for sure, I was a happy one at the moment.

I sat on the edge of the couch between his legs and leaned back slightly. I felt his cock pressing into the small of my back and again fought the urge to hop on. Instead I moved my hair over my shoulder and said, "Know what's sweet and sexy? Kissing a woman's back."

Max put his hands on my shoulders and I purred as his lips found the back of my neck.

"So nice." I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. 

Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her."

Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had. 

"Now lean back for me."

Max did as I asked, but to my delight kept his hands on my breasts. When he was back against the couch, I slid my shoes off and pushing up rested my ass on his lower stomach and put my feet on his thighs.

This left his long thick cock sticking out between my legs and taking him in my hand I pressed it against my crotch and pumped my hips. We both moaned at the contact and I asked, 

"Can you feel how hot and wet I am even through the bikini?"

"God, yeah." He groaned thrusting his hips.

"Imagine this cock sliding through my wet pussy, through my soft wet lips, sliding...inside me."

"I...I'm imagining it." He breathed in my ear.

"Going to keep having to for now, baby. Can't go to fast too soon, but I will let you play with me, how's that?"

"Anything you want." He moaned as I ran my fingernails lightly along his shaft.

"That's a good answer, Max, stick with that, you'll have no worries."

I took his right wrist and removing it from my breast placed his hand on my stomach and guided it downward. I stopped just over the bikini and said, "Tell me what you want."

"I want to touch you." I sighed in disgust and he quickly spoke up, "Laura, I want to play with your pussy."

"You're learning."

My own fingers trembling at this point I pulled the bikini to the side exposing my pink slit, taking his hand I pushed his fingers through the damp patch of fiery hair over it, "See that baby? I'm a real red head."

"That's...wow." He whispered as he peered down over my shoulder.

I pushed his hand lower and moaned as his fingers slid through my wet lips. Max gasped, but made no attempt to move as I worked his hand back and forth stroking my hot little box with his fingers. I let him go and groaned as he continued to move, stroking me. 

His cock was resting against my thigh and I was dying to rub it through my pussy, but if I did I wouldn't be able to resist shoving it inside me. I kept my bikini pulled to the side and returned my other hand to my right nipple. 

"Play with my tit too, Max, never let one of your hands be empty." 

He slid his arm around me and rolled my nipple between his fingers as he continued to fondle my pussy. I was breathing heavy and it dawned on me he wasn't the only one ready to pop. 

"Just like that, but not inside, you can't feel inside until next time." I was telling myself at this point as much as I was telling him. "Next time you can put your fingers inside and if you keep being such a good student, maybe your tongue."

Max's cock twitched against my leg and I thought my tongue was definitely going to be in play next time around, God I wanted to taste it.

"Now slide your fingers up and find that clit and...Oh!" I gasped when his two fingers rubbed my aching button and groaned, "Yes, right there."

Max rubbed gently up and down and a shudder went through me. 

"In circles," I whispered, "Nice and easy and in circles."

Max followed my instructions and my hips jerked as he traced my clit with his strong fingers.

"That feel good?" He asked.

"It does, honey, but never ask that, it sounds like you're not sure or you want a compliment, be confident, know it feels good. Feel my body move, listen to me moan, you can tell it feels good."

I followed that up with a long soft moan because damn it did feel good! I pushed my back against his chest and let my head fall back on his shoulder. 

Max lowered his head and surprised me by kissing my neck.

"Very nice." I cooed.

"Use it all, right?"

"Right, oh, Max you are doing just fine." I sighed.

I lay back against him thinking this had to be a wet dream, I couldn't really be sitting here all but naked on Max's lap. He couldn't be rubbing my clit and teasing my nipple and kissing me; I couldn't really be this close to cumming at the hands of a student, but...it felt pretty real. 

My hips were rocking back and forth and my thighs were shaking. His massive cock pulsing against my leg was driving me wild and I squeezed my right nipple harder. I released a sharp yelp and my hips jerked; God I was close!

"Faster," I moaned, "Rub faster and harder, don't be afraid, Max, push on it, just....Oh, yes."

I groaned as his fingers rubbed harder and my hips responded, grinding into his touch. My heart was pounding and I arched my back against him.

"Just like that," I whimpered, "Just like that, Max, oh, honey, just a little more, a little....oh...oh, fuck yeah!"

I cried out loudly then released a long loud squeal as my body exploded into orgasm. Max's hand slowed and letting my tit go I grabbed it and held it between my legs, "Don't stop!" I moaned, "Oh, baby I'm cumming for you I...."

My words turned into a series of high pitched squeals and Max moved his fingers even faster and my body responded. It had been months since I'd come from anything other than a toy and my body was showing me what I'd been missing.

My hips bucked wildly and lifting my feet from his legs, I clamped my legs shut, trapping his hand between my thighs as I ground my pussy into him. He was squeezing my nipple harder in his excitement and it added to my pleasure. 

Reveling in my powerful orgasm I let loose with a sound that could best be described as a howl and worked my hips as fast as I could into his hand. His cock was also pinned between my legs now and even as I came I thought of what it was going to be like to explode like this on that long, thick and...young cock.




Private Lessons



My body slumped against his and I emitted a long shuddering moan as the last of that amazing orgasm flowed through me. I relaxed into him and sat there trying to convince myself I could move after that.

I turned my head to see Max staring down between my legs, a slight smile on his face. I opened them and grabbing his wrist, I raised his hand in front of us and with a wink I put his fingers in my mouth and sucked on them.

"Hmm." I purred as I sucked my juices from him. Releasing them, I smiled, "A real woman loves to taste herself, and I can't wait to taste me from that big dick of yours."

"J...Jesus." He shook his head.

"Max, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"Have you ever made a woman come before?" 

Max gave me a huge smile and nodded, "Yes, why yes I have!"

"Has a woman ever made you come before?"

"No, but...ask me again in a few minutes." He grinned.

"There you go, have fun with it, it's not serious, Max, and it's about fun so...how about I show you some fun?"

"I'm up for fun."

"You're up for your teacher, that's for sure." I agreed, grabbing his swollen cock. 

I pressed it against my bare pussy for a brief moment and shivered at the feeling of his hot hard flesh against my hot little box, then quickly slipped the bikini back in place before I lost control and hopped on. 

I pumped his cock slowly and using my other hand cupped his heavy balls.

"Hmm, Max you feel like you have a lot of cum in there." I gently squeezed them causing him to moan in my ear, "Is it all for me? Instead of an apple you have a nice big load for your teacher?"

"My naughty teacher."

"That I am, in fact I'd say slutty teacher." I sighed as I stroked his cock, "Just like in that movie." That gave me an idea and lifting my leg I stretched it out to the coffee table and was able to click the mouse on the lap top and with my toe, taking the video off pause. The movie resumed with the teacher on her knees, pumping her student's cock and I jerked his faster.

"Look at her, Max, look at that dirty whore playing with her student's cock. Did you watch this and think of me? You think of me being a dirty girl, playing with your cock, sucking it, fucking it?"

"Yes," He moaned over my shoulder.

"I thought of it too, Max. I lay there by the pool with my nipples hard and my pussy dripping thinking of doing just what I'm doing, playing with my hot student's big cock."

"Oh, goddamn." He whimpered as he pumped his hips, sliding his cock through my hand.

I rubbed his sensitive head causing him to gasp and smearing his pre cum on my hand used it to lube up his cock. My hand glided faster over his slick flesh and I continued to rub his balls as he looked over my shoulder.

The look on his face was priceless as he stared past my tits to watch me work him with both hands. On the screen the teacher was now sucking his cock and I whispered.

"Look at that, Max, look at her sucking him, you want me to suck it don't you?"

"I do."

"And I will, if you keep being a good student, but not today. Today I'm going to jerk this big dick off all over myself, but next time, if you're good? I'll be right where she is, on my knees with your cock between my lips."

"Oh, I'd like that." He groaned.

"Bet you would, bet you'd love to pull my hair and shove your cock in my mouth. Watch your nasty teacher blow you and suck on you until you cum in my mouth."

"On your face." He whispered.

"Ohh, bad boy!" I moaned, "You want to see it on my face? You want me to jerk it off all over my face so it's on my lips and my cheeks, dripping down my chin?"

"Yes."

"That's because it's dirty and you want your teacher to be your dirty little slut, isn't that right?"

"God, yeah." He was breathing heavier and his legs were trembling beneath my feet.

The woman in the video was now bent over her desk and the student had her by the hips fucking her fast and hard.

"Then there's that, look at him fucking her! Look at that young stud making that nasty cougar moan for him, slamming her. You want to fuck me, don't you Max? Just like that, my ass in the air, begging for you to keep doing it, telling you how good your big dick feels."

"I...oh..." He moaned, "That feels so good, please keep going."

"You going to come, baby? You going to blow a nice hot load all over me?"

"Y...yes." He gasped and his hips moved faster.

I would have loved to tease him, slow down, keep talking dirty, make him squirm, but his cock was twitching in my hand and his balls had tightened. He was damn close and at this point I wanted him to come almost as much as he did.

"I'm going to let you, Max." I pumped faster causing him to emit another of those adorable whimpers, "Know why? Because you made me come so hard, you were so good to me and what did I tell you?"

"That...that...." He trailed off into a moan, "The woman should come first."

"Right, you get what you give, Max, it's that simple. Oh!" I exclaimed as on the screen the student whipped his cock out and the teacher dropped to her knees, mouth wide open. "Look at that Max!"

She moaned as he sprayed his come into her open mouth and then pushed it out with her tongue letting it drip down her chin and onto her tits as she held them up. 

"That what you want to do to me, baby?" I pumped his cock hard and fast causing him to cry out, "Picture her as me, think of me on my knees begging for that hot cum in my face!"

I was jerking him hard enough I could hear my hand squishing against his slick cock and behind me he was moaning continuously.

"Oh, please." I moaned, "Please come for me, Max, please come in my slutty face, please...." 

"Oh fuck!" Max cried out as his cock exploded in my hand.

"Oh, honey!" I moaned as his first spurt shot up and splattered against my right breast.

I pumped his cock furiously and cooed in pleasure as each long thick spurt struck my body. Max came like a damn porn star, long thick streams striking my breasts and my chest between them. I moaned as it dripped down my nipples and stomach and kept rubbing his balls as I jerked him.

'That's it, baby, give it to me! Give me all that nice hot cum; show me how much you wanted me!"

Max moaned softly as his come turned into a trickle that dripped down over my hand and wrist. When there was no more I gave his cock a hard squeeze causing him to gasp, but milking a couple of more drops from his slit. 

'Every drop, Max, a good girl works for every drop because you made her want to."

I turned my head to face him and wanted to laugh at the huge smile on his face. Instead I brought my cum covered hand to my face and said, "Hey, Max, watch."

I ran my tongue along my fingers and sighed at the taste of his thick salty cum. 

"Holy shit." He whispered as I slowly licked my hand clean moaning softly as I devoured his sticky mess.

That had me wanting to come again, but I'd suffer and do it myself later. In fact something told me I'd be coming to this all weekend. 

"Very nice, but it will even better when you come in my mouth and face."

I eased myself up and to the side, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Enjoy your lesson, Max?"

"Best lesson ever." He laughed.

"You'll be saying that again Tuesday." I grinned. "Then Friday, especially Friday, know why?"

"Why?" He asked, his eyes glued to my cum glazed tits and stomach.

"Because if you do well on Tuesday then next Friday" You're going to fuck me, Max."

"Oh my God." He shook his head, "I can't believe this."

"Believe it, honey." I smiled, "Now one more thing."

"What's that?"

Gesturing at the mess on my chest, I said, "Go get me a towel, Max. A gentlemen always helps clean up."

*****

Where the hell was he? I glanced over to the cable box under the huge flat screen TV and saw it was four o'clock. Max got out of work at three and was normally home by three thirty. Figures today would be the day he was late.

I shifted my position in the recliner and just that slight movement caused me to moan as my black lace thong rubbed against my aching clit. I'd been sitting here since a little after three waiting for him.

Normally I lived for that glorious routine of getting here early and going for a swim then sunbathing, but today was different, today would be far more fun than getting a tan and enjoying the neighbor perving on me. 

Today was lesson number two and I'd been masturbating like a horny teenager since Friday night to the thought of Max getting down on his knees and licking my pussy, then eagerly returning the favor and taking that beautiful cock into my mouth.

After Friday's fun on the couch I could not even pretend to have any inhibitions of going further. My god his cock was magnificent and it was all mine, at least for two more 'lessons' The only misgiving I'd had was when I received a phone call Friday night and saw it was from Richard. 

When I'd answered, he didn't even bother with hello, but instead exclaimed, "Damn Laura, you must be a hell of a teacher!" I'd frowned and asked if he had asked Max about it, for some reason the idea of Richard telling Max he knew would bring me back to questioning how good of an idea this was. 

"Tell me you didn't ask." I'd replied nervously.

But his response was simply, "Of course not, but the kid hasn't been this happy in months! He's floating around the house with a goofy smile on his face like he's stoned!" 

To my relief he hadn't pressed for details and even though my thoughts were still conflicted about whether or not this was right from a moral standpoint-I was beyond denying the physical desire-I was already planning my next lesson and asked if he could leave a key under the mat for me so I could be waiting for Max on Tuesday.

Richard agreed and on the subject of leaving me something asked if I preferred cash or could he leave a separate check with my usual one in an envelope on the table. I'd said a check was fine and quickly ended the conversation before it became even more awkward. 

When I'd hung up I'd spent a few minutes feeling like...pretty much a cheap whore. A check in an envelope and Richard discussing what we were doing, but by the time I'd filled the tub and sank into the warm soapy water lust took back over and I'd started what would be a weekend long masturbation session revolving around a certain adorable little cub eager to please his cougar teacher. 

Now said cougar was getting to the point if he didn't get there soon, I might start without him. I narrowed my eyes and envisioned Max walking in the house to me stroking my pussy and thought about it. 

I was sitting in the recliner in a black mini skirt I'd bought over the weekend that I'd eventually wear to a club, but right now was strictly for my sexy student, and a plain short sleeve black blouse. I'd chosen the blouse because it was a button up and had a plan for that.

I'd slipped my shoes off and was sitting at an angle, one leg over the arm of the chair, exposing my thighs and the black thong. I put my hand between my legs and moaned at the fact the thong was already soaked through. I stroked my clit through the thin fabric and rolled my eyes back, damn I was worked up. 

My fingers worked their way inside and I sighed at the sensation of running them through my soft wet lips. I jumped at the sound of a car in the driveway and keeping my fingers between my legs lightly teased my clit beneath the thong.

I heard the kitchen door open and Max's footsteps coming through the kitchen.

"Laura, you here?" He called out.

"Living room, Max."

"Hey, Laura!" He began as he entered the room then stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh, goddamn."

"See something you like?" With a wicked smile, I pulled the thong to the side and flashed him my pink slit.

"Yes ma'am." He nodded and slowly approached the chair.

"Show me how much you like it."

Max stopped and looked uncertain and I helped him out. "Let's see how much you like what you see." He hesitated and I sighed, "What did I tell you about being shy, Max? Can't have much fun with it in your jeans can you?"

Max unsnapped his jeans and I cleared my throat, "Shirt first, honey, tease me first."

He gave me that sweet shy smile that I hoped he would never lose even after this and quickly stripped his t-shirt off.

"Very nice." I murmured, taking in his tanned well muscled form.

Max kicked his shoes off and pushed his jeans down. As he slid them off, my eyes lingered on the huge bulge between his legs and growing wet spot where the head of his cock was.

"Leave those on." I told him, "I want to have a little something to take off you." I beckoned him with my finger, "Now come on over here."

Max came over and stood in front of me his eyes locked onto my pussy. Still holding the thong to the side, I reached down and ran my fingers through my soft labia.

'Think about this, Max? You spend the last few days thinking about how you played with me, how hard you made me cum?"

"A lot." He whispered, still watching.

"Think about doing more than touching it? You think about fingering me and licking me?" I smiled, "You think about eating your teacher's pussy, baby?"

"Hell yeah." He grinned.

"And me returning the favor I'll bet."

"Just a little." His smile widened.

"Well, what did you learn last time?"

Get what you give." He nodded and began to sink to his knees between my legs.

"Hey!" I stopped him by putting my foot on his stomach. "I told you to take your time and go slow and pay attention to everything."

"Right." He frowned.

"Start with a kiss, honey. Always start with a kiss." I giggled, "Kiss these lips before you kiss the others."

Max put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaning forward kissed me. To my delight it was a good firm kiss and after only a moment of his lips sliding across mine, his tongue darted into my mouth. I moaned my approval and ran my hands up and down his chest and flat hard stomach as he continued to kiss me.

Grabbing his wrists I brought his hands to the top of my blouse and placed them there. 

"Go ahead," I told him, breaking the kiss, "Undress me, Max, let your lips work their way down my body. Take your time, appreciate me, and tease me. Make it so by the time you get down there my pussy is nice and ready for you."

Max undid the top button of my blouse and I purred as his lips found the soft skin of my neck. 

"Hmm, that's nice, honey." I encouraged him as he continued to unbutton my top while his lips worked along my neck.

I wasn't wearing a bra and as soon as Max opened my blouse his hands were on my breasts, fondling them and teasing my nipples with his fingers. I moaned and putting my hand on the back of his head not so subtly guided his mouth towards my chest.

Max impressed me by not going right to my tits, but spending some time kissing and licking the top of my chest. He sank to his knees between my legs and pressed his face between my breasts, kissing me there. 

He then kissed the top of each of my tits then ran his tongue across my soft flesh just over my nipple.

"Hmm, you're teasing." I sighed, "I like it, and you're already on your way to earning reward, honey."

I put my hands on his shoulders, and rubbed his arms, enjoying the feeling of his muscles beneath his skin and the way my long red nails looked on him.

Max teased a slow wet circle around my right nipple, and then induced a moan from me when he sucked it into his mouth. He was playing with my other nipple and I whispered, "Put that hand lower, Max, get me nice and ready for that talented tongue of yours.

Max out his hand on my inner thigh and again his fingers were trembling. I pulled my thong to the side for him and encouraged him. "Go ahead and play with her, you've already met." I added with a giggle.

Max caused my hips to jerk when he slid his fingers through my lips and found my yearning clit. He worked his fingers up and down the length of my pussy, lingering on my clit long enough to rub it in circles before sliding back down. He was taking turns licking and sucking my nipples and I thought this was the life, this was even better than the pool!

"Inside, honey, slip your fingers inside."

He hesitated and I lifted my hips so her fingers were at the entrance and pushed against him. He gasped as his fingertips slipped inside me and I groaned at how good they felt. I hadn't had anything inside me other than a vibrator for the last few months.

"Deeper." I told him, "Don't be nervous, "Push them all the way in."

Max did as he had been doing, exactly as he was told, and eased his fingers in. I moaned as my pussy stretched around them and egged him on, "In and out, Max, pump my pussy."

He moved his fingers slowly and I rocked my hips matching his rhythm and driving his fingers deeper. He was still sucking my nipples and selfishly wanting to enjoy as much sensation as I could I delayed him going down on me.

"Put your thumb on my clit; rub it while you finger fuck me."

Max gasped and I laughed, "Like that? Real women talk dirty, Max. Girls your age might not at first, but you take good care of them and show them how good you are they'll do it for you. Honey, I'll make it so they do everything for you!"

Max rubbed his thumb in hard circles around my aching clit and worked my hips faster; goddamn he was doing a good job! I was pretty damned worked up and wanted him to make me come with his tongue, not his fingers again. 

"Work your way down there, honey. Take your time, it's not a race." I laughed, "I'm a sure thing!"

Max trailed his tongue down my stomach as his other hand fondled my thigh while he played with me. I was breathing hard as I watched Max trace a teasing circle around my naval, playfully flicking my piercing around with his tongue.

He reached the edge of my skirt and I lifted my hips higher for him.

"Take the thong off, but leave the skirt." I told him, "You don't get me totally naked until Friday." I winked, "You'll get everything Friday providing you keep doing a good job today."

Max was sitting back on his knees and I moaned when he removed his fingers from my pussy in order to pull my thong off. I reached under my skirt and hooking the sides of the thong eased them over my hips and held them out to him.

With a grin, Max took them and pulled the thong down my legs.

"Slowly." I told him, "Take your time, sweetie, make it sexy, see?"

I put my legs together and raised them straight up. Max eased the thong up my legs, standing as he worked it past my knees then over my ankles. When he slipped it from my feet he pressed it to his face and inhaled deeply.

"Why settle for that?" I asked, "Real thing is right here, honey."

I let my legs fall open and lowering them draped them over the arms of the chair so I was sitting there with my legs spread wide open, my pussy totally exposed to him. 

"Look at that." He said softly and dropped to his knees so quickly he grunted in pain. 

His pain seemed quickly forgotten as he placed his hands on my thighs and leaning over placed a kiss my small patch of red hair. I heard him breathe then sigh as he took in the scent of my pussy.

"There you go, baby, now give me a kiss, you know the spot." I reached down and spreading my pussy open with on hand, tapped my clit, "Right here, honey."

Max placed his lips against my clit as I asked and kissed it. He then flicked his tongue across it causing me to gasp. That sound turned into a low moan as he swirled his tongue gently around it.

"There you go, just like my nipple, nice and slow."

I leaned back in the chair and purred as he alternately sucked and licked my clit. I felt incredibly sexy sitting here with my legs spread and my tits out, but still wearing the shirt and my skirt shoved over my hips. 

Max had his eyes closed and there was a look of bliss on his face as his tongue worked my throbbing button. 




Private Lessons



"Open your eyes, honey, let me see those pretty blue eyes looking up at me." I winked, "You want to see me looking up at you right?"

He stared at me and moved his tongue even slower, showing off for me and causing my hips to move into his teasing licks.

"That's the spot, but feel free to explore." 

Max worked his way down through my wet lips, his tongue flicking side to side and I had to admit he was doing just fine for himself. God bless porn, I thought. 

"Oh yes!" I cried out when he surprised me by plunging his tongue deep inside my sopping slit.

He moaned and I cried out again when I felt him place his lips to my hole and suck. I felt my juices squirt into his mouth and his eyes rolled back as he tasted them. He pushed his tongue in and out and removing my hand from my pussy I placed it on his head, running my fingers through his thick hair.

"Bad boy, tongue fucking me!" I moaned as he moved his rigid tongue faster within me. "Maybe Friday I'll let you put that tongue in my other hole. Nothing like a good rim job."

Max's eyes widened and I laughed, "You think about tonguing my ass? I'll let you next time, but don't count on girls your age being too into it."

"If I'm good to them they'll let me." He said as he eased his tongue from inside me.

"Good attitude." I told him, "But honey right now you're between my legs and talking isn't what you should be doing, now is it?"

"No ma'am!" He laughed then plunged his tongue back inside me. 

He again surprised me by placing his thumb on my clit as he tongue fucked me and I knew at that moment, Max would be just fine when it came time to be with a girl his age, he was already better than a few men my age I'd been with unfortunately.

Max probed my pussy with his tongue as he teased my clit and as good as it felt I needed more than his tongue in there right now.

"Shove your fingers back inside and suck that clit, baby." I moaned, "I know I said take your time, but you're doing such a good job this girl needs to cum!"

Max slipped his tongue out and with a lot more confidence than before shoved his fingers inside me. I cried out as he took my clit into his mouth and sucked it in time with his thrusting fingers.

"Oh," I moaned, "You've been watching some videos haven't you?" 

Max looked up at me and grinned, "I read a how to lick pussy article on a porn site."

"Homework is good." I nodded as he returned to my clit.

Max's shyness was long gone at this point and he was sucking my clit with lip smacking gusto. I played with my nipples and moaned loudly as he switched from sucking to swirling his tongue around my clit. 

His long thick fingers were filling my pussy and I was already thinking of Friday when it would be his much larger cock in my tight little box. Damn I couldn't wait to get fucked!

But right now his fingers and tongue were doing a hell of a job and I worked my hips in tight circles, grinding my pussy in his face. Max looked up and seeing me playing with my tits, reached up with his free hand to take over on my left breast.

"That's okay, honey." I told him, already knowing I had a plan for that fee hand. "It's the right move, but I want to put on a nice show for you. How do I look playing with them?"

"Damn hot," He whispered into my hot flesh, "Everything about you is so fucking hot."

"You too, honey. I can't wait to suck that big cock! And I will as soon as I come!"

Max went back to sucking my clit so quickly I would have laughed if I could have managed it past the moan his lips caused. He moved his fingers faster and my hips responded. My thighs were trembling and I arched my back, shoving my pussy into his face as my body responded to his efforts.

"Right there, honey, lick don't suck, just keep licking that clit." I whimpered and worked my hips as his rapidly moving tongue brought me right to the edge. 

Smiling down at him, I said, "How about you take a finger and slip it into my ass?"

"What?" He stopped licking.

"You heard me, baby, slide a finger right down there and shove it into my tight little ass." 

Max tentatively placed his finger at my ass, but didn't push.

"Don't be shy." I moaned, "I'm so close and I want to feel your finger in there." My hips jerked and I whimpered, "Please, Max, please make me come!"

Max resumed his licking and pushed his finger into my ass. I threw my head back and cried out as his finger entering my ass set me off like a rocket. My ass and pussy contracted around his fingers and I squealed as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.

Max gasped when I clamped my legs around his head, pinning him to my convulsing pussy as my hips bucked wildly. His tongue continued to move as well as his fingers and I squirmed and writhed on the chair as I came even harder for him than I had last week.

I could feel his fingers rubbing each other through the thin skin between my ass and pussy and worked my hips driving his fingers deeper into my holes, just like I was going to drive his cock into my other hole very shortly. I tugged on my nipples, squeezing and pinching then and keeping the orgasm flowing.

My back arched and my body seemed to pause, then with a loud cry my pussy convulsed and I felt a warm wave of fluid gush from my pussy. I heard Max cry out between my legs, but he kept that sweet tongue moving on my clit. 

I released a loud sigh and slumping back into the chair gasped for breath. I let my legs slide down his shoulders and smiled down into his surprised, glistening face.

"I...came really hard!" I told him, "Max, you are a hell of a quick learner. You make one of those pretty little coeds come like that, she'll be putty in your hand!"

"You think?" He smiled as he wiped his hand across is glistening face, then licked his fingers.

"I know and what have I told you is the number one lesson?"

"You get what you give." His smile turned into an expectant one. 

I forced myself to move and standing up stepped to the side and pointed to the chair.

"Have a seat, baby, one good turn deserves another, doesn't it?"

Max jumped to his feet and that big smile still on his face sat down in the recliner. I stepped between his legs and slipped the blouse off, tossing it to the side so I was now in just the skirt. Leaning over, I kissed him, shoving my tongue hard in his mouth and moaning as I tasted myself from his mouth.

I leaned over further and shook my tits in his face, letting him briefly tongue each of my nipples before I kissed the top of his chest. I trailed my tongue along his chest and he moaned when I sucked on his nipple while grabbing his cock.

I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees, pull that cock out and devour it, but I was teaching patience and made myself lead by example. I pressed my tits against him and slowly eased down to my knees, my hard nipples sliding down his chest. 

I kissed and licked his stomach, my tongue tracing the waistband of his boxers. I placed my hand on his huge bulge and with a smile then placed my mouth over. Max groaned as I slid my mouth along the length of his erection and I was moaning right along with him, as I teased the both of us, by working my mouth up and down his still covered cock.

I wrapped my lips around the tip, and grabbing the sides of his boxers tugged. Max lifted his hips and I pulled his boxers down. His rock hard cock sprang free and taking it in my hand I squeezed it causing his pre cum to squirt from the purple tip.

Leaning over I pressed my tongue into his oozing slit and pulled my head back, taking a sticky trail with it.

"Damn." Max whispered.

I slurped my way back to his cock and after giving it a kiss, turned my head and rubbed his dripping tip across my cheek.

"How's your big dick look in my face, Max?"

"Incredible." He sighed, "I've dreamed of this."

"Me too." I turned my head and pressed his cock against my face. 

My cheeks were now slick with his pre cum and lowering my head I pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft and slowly worked my way along his hard flesh. Max moaned and when I reached the tip, I ran my tongue around the sensitive underside of his swollen head before working my tongue back down to the base.

His cock was throbbing in my hand and no longer able to wait, I ran my tongue back up to the top, opened wide and took him deep into my mouth.

"Oh my God." He moaned as I opened wider and worked his cock further into my mouth.

Despite his size I was able to keep going until my lips were wrapped around the base of his shaft. I made a wet gagging sound exaggerated for his benefit and swirled my tongue back and forth. I had my eyes locked on his and the look mixed look of surprise and lust on his face sent a thrill though me.

I shook my head back and forth causing him to groan, then slowly worked my way back to the tip of his cock. I released it and sticking my tongue out slapped his cock against. 

"God, you're fucking hot." Max breathed.

I winked then taking him back into my mouth bobbed my head in a slow rhythm. Max moaned and dug his fingers into the arms of the chair as he watched his nasty tutor blow him. Still sucking, I took his wrists and brought his hands down between us. He fondled my tits and I sighed as I continued to suck him.

His pre cum was dripping down my throat and his cock pulsing against my tongue was driving me wild. Max was moaning and moving his hips and staring at me with that 'I can't believe this' look on his face.

I cupped his balls in my hand and stroked him with the other, my hand following my lips. His hips moved faster and his legs were shaking. Poor kid was already getting close. Wanting him to really enjoy it, I released his cock with a loud wet sucking sound and worked my tongue down his shaft once more.

This time I continued and he gasped when I sucked his balls into my mouth. Max's hands tightened on my breasts and taking his right, I put it in my hair.

"Go ahead and hold my hair on my head, honey, make sure you can see the show."

Max slid my hair from my face and wrapping his hand in it put it behind my head. I went back to sucking his balls one at a time then swirled my tongue around his sac, slowly jerking him as I bathed his balls with my soft wet tongue. 

I ran my tongue back to the tip of his cock and opening wide let a long trail of spit mixed with his precum ooze down his cock. I then noisily slurped it up before spitting on his cock then sucking him into my mouth and gurgling as I sucked it off of him.

"Fuck, that's...dirty." He moaned.

"I'm a dirty girl." I told him, flicking my tongue across his cock for emphasis, "Only a slut would fuck their student, isn't that right, honey?"

"You...you're not a slut." He said looking serious. "I wouldn't say that."

"And you're a smart boy." I kissed his cock, "But see if a woman refers to herself as one, it means she likes dirty talk and you can call her that, but if they don't start talking like that, don't you do it."

I let another strand of spit drip down his cock and onto his balls. 

"But me? I'm in a slutty mood. I like being on my knees sucking this nice hard young cock and being a little pig for you. Just like those teachers in your favorite movies."

"You're my favorite movie now." He grinned.

"Well then watch the show honey." I winked then ducking my head proceeded to lick the sloppy spit from his balls. 

I ran my tongue quickly back to the tip and opening wide took him all the way down to his balls. Max groaned as I shook my head vigorously then bobbed my head more rapidly than before. His hand tightened in my hair and his fingers stopped moving on my nipple. I didn't care, this was about him right now and I had to admit I wanted to impress him, show him how a real woman sucked cock.

I grabbed his idle hand and put it on my head with the other. I then stopped moving and remained still with his cock in my mouth. When Max simply stared down at me, I moved my head up and down then stopped again.

When he still looked confused I put my hands on his and pushed down. His blue eyes widened, then with an evil little grin he pushed my head down further on his cock. I moaned and he began guiding my head along his long thick cock. 

I released him long enough to say, "Go ahead, fuck my mouth, you deserve it." Then taking him between my lips let him push my head down again.

Max moved his hips, slowly at first, but when I locked my eyes on his and moaned loudly he moved faster. I relaxed letting him push my mouth down into his thrusting hips and let him face fuck me. Face fuck; Laura, you are a slut today. 

Max pumped faster pushing himself deeper into my throat and I knelt there with my pussy dripping thinking that Friday he would be shoving this glorious cock deep inside my other lips. I looked at his broad shoulders and strong chest and envisioned him behind me fucking me as hard as his powerful form would allow, Christ he was going so hard!

I moaned and took control back, bobbing my head faster and making gagging sounds as I took him down to his balls each time. I had my mouth open wide enough to let the drool continue to ooze down his cock then suck it back up. The sloppy wet sounds I was making were making me even hotter and I cursed not getting him off first so I could cum afterwards. 

Max was moaning and his hips were moving uncontrollably. I cupped his balls again and felt them tighten in my hand. I resumed jerking him off as well, my hand following the slimy trail my mouth was leaving, the spit making my hand feel even better.

"Oh, Laura." He moaned, "I...don't stop, don't stop...I...Oh God!"

Max cried out and I squealed as his cock twitched and a long thick jet of his hot cum sprayed the back of my throat. I wanted nothing more than to swallow it, but remembering what he said he wanted last lesson I pulled his cock from my mouth.

I opened wide and pushed his cum out with my tongue letting it drool down my chin and onto my tits. I pumped his cock and his second spurt landed in my mouth and I pushed it out for him. I jerked him off harder and turning my head back and forth let him spray my face. 

I kept my eyes on his as I stroked him, watching the look of lust on his face as he painted his slutty teachers face. His cum splashed my cheeks and oozed down my face and neck. I pumped him even harder and when the next squirt was little more than a dribble I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and jerked him off into it.

"Oh....oh....oh!" He kept gasping as I sucked as hard as I could and swirled my tongue around his sensitive head. 

He moaned and even when I could get no more I kept sucking, now taking him deep and letting his cock push his cum around in my mouth. 

"S...stop!" He gasped, "Please."

I stopped sucking and opening wide showed him the puddle of cum on my tongue then closing it, swallowed and then showed him my empty mouth.

"Oh....I...wow." he groaned as he slumped back in the chair. "Laura that was...just like the movies." He laughed.

"Better I hope." I smiled then cupping my tits, lifted them up and keeping eye contact proceeded to lick his cum from my tits, slurping up as much as I could.

I sat back on my knees and stared at his cock. He was still hard, God I wanted to hop on, but I'd decided how I wanted him to take me on Friday and it would be much more fun then. 

"All girls are different, honey." I told him, "Some like giving head more than others so never be pushy, okay?"

"Okay." He nodded staring down at me as I grabbed the towel I had next to the chair and wiped the cum from my neck and chest. 

"But like I said the more you take care of them the more they will want to please you so just be patient."

"I...I will and...Oh!"

He jumped when I wrapped the towel around his cock and stroked him with it, cleaning it off for him. 

"You're still so hard!" I marveled, "Honey if you can come and stay hard like this, your next lesson might be a nice long one!"

"So Friday we....." He trailed off. "You know."

"No 'you knows'." I reminded him as still on my knees I picked up my blouse and put it on. "Be a man."

"We're going to have sex?"

"You're going to fuck me, Max. You're going to fuck your nasty little teacher nice and hard and in any position you want."

"Can we..."

"If." I cut him off as I buttoned the shirt. "You show me you can take me."

"Take you?"

"Yes, Max. Friday is your final exam. I am not going to prod you or give you any hints. You are going to come to my house Friday night and..."

"Your place?"

"Yes Max, my place. Just like an adult, you are going to come to my house and you are going to show me what you learned and convince me to want you."

I stood up and after locating my thong hiked my skirt up and slipped it on as he watched, his eyes fixed hungrily on my red haired pussy. 

"I won't help you so if you get nervous and lose confidence you might not get anything. You're going to be a man taking his woman, I don't mean rough, but I mean you are taking the lead I'm just there to be persuaded."

"Okay." He looked nervous.

"You do a good job I'm all yours. Upset me and...well today is as far as you get."

"No pressure." He gave a small laugh.

"Honey if you get nervous, just think of how hard you made me come tonight and how much I liked sucking that nice cock. If you weren't doing a good job, would you have gotten that reward?"

"No." He said more confidently.

"So, Friday at Seven, I'll text you my address."

"Should I...bring anything?"

"No hints, Max."

"Okay," 

"But I have one question for you, what's your favorite color on a woman?"

"Red."

"Red it is honey," I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, "Oh and one other thing."

'What's that?"

"Don't be tardy, Max, you never keep a woman waiting, especially your teacher."

*****

I moved about my bedroom lighting the candles I'd placed on my night stands and for what had to be the hundredth time looked at the time on my cell. It was quarter to seven. 

Max was supposed to be here for seven and at this point I wasn't just looking at the phone for the time, but checking to see if I had somehow missed a text that he was going to back down. I'd had no contact with him since Tuesday, but had spent the last three days thinking and dreaming of nothing but contact with him. 

As I finished with the candles, I looked into my mirror yet again. I had chosen a plain red sundress to wear. The dress was simple, but sexy. Short enough to be considered a mini and not just tight on top, but low cut.

At one point I'd considered meeting him in a short robe with some sexy lingerie beneath, but I wanted it to seem more natural and like less of a sure thing. After all Max was going to have to make the moves tonight and if he got into this situation with a pretty little coed she wouldn't be as aggressive. 

The dress was sleeveless and tied behind my neck and I'd spent the last couple of hours envisioning him untying it and letting it fall to the floor. I'd bought a sexy new red lace bra and thong for the occasion and once again the thong was already moist before Max was around. 

I had my hair down and decided to go barefoot to complete the simple look I was going for. Walking away from the mirror I left the bedroom and went into the living room to wait for him. I wanted to peer out the window, but didn't in case he had just pulled up. I didn't want to look as eager as I felt. Max was supposed to be the one acting like a kid in a candy store, not me.

Fact was however, I was willing to bet I was as excited as he was. For Max it would be his first time and for me the first time in months and first time with someone who would be out to please me in three years. I was greatly looking forward to showing Max the fun he was going to spend the rest of his life having and reminding myself how fun sex could be. 




Private Lessons



I jumped at the sound of a car door near the front of my condo and risked a quick peek out through the blinds. I smiled as I saw Max standing next to his car and glancing this way. I stepped back from the window and dimming the lights in the room waited for him to reach the door.

When the doorbell rang I was surprised to feel a nervous twinge in my stomach and I realized this meant way too much me. After this my ass needed to get out and meet someone. But of course said someone didn't necessarily have to be my age....

I opened the door, and smiled at Max who was dressed sharply in a short sleeve black polo shirt and grey Dockers with a pair of real shoes. His hair was gelled and he had that aw shucks smile on his face.

"Hi Laura, you look nice tonight." He said, his eyes wandering up and down my body, "You make red look even better."

"Aw, thank you." I found I was a little too giddy at his compliment. "Come on in."

I stepped to the side for him to enter and bringing his hand around from behind him he presented me with a bouquet of colorful flowers. 

"For you."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, taking the flowers and closing the door behind him, "Look at you being smooth."

"This is my final exam," He winked.

"You're starting off just fine." I told him as I gestured to the couch, "Have a seat while I put these in a vase." I headed for the kitchen and called over my shoulder, "You want a drink?"

"No, I'm fine." He said, sitting down.

Damn straight he was fine. I hurriedly found a vase in the cupboard over the sink and filling it didn't even bother to take the flowers out of the wrapper, I'd do that later tonight, or tomorrow morning or....whenever I was done taking Max on his first full tour of a woman's body.

I walked back into the room to see him watching for me and as I approached the couch his eyes never left my body. My eyes found his crotch and even in the loose fitting pants I could see he was hard for me.

When I reached the couch, he moved over to the side for me to sit next to him, but I shook my head.

"Did you come here to talk Max?"

"Um...no." He shook his head

"What did you come here for, then?"

"I came here because I want you." His eyes met mine and he didn't look nervous at all. His confidence sent thrill through me.

"And why do you want me?" I teased.

"Because you're sexiest woman I've ever seen and I've dreamed about fucking you for months and..." He hesitated, but only briefly, "And I'm tired of just thinking about it, tonight I want the real thing."

"Hmm, that's very flattering, Max. It doesn't bother you I'm so much older than you, or I'm your teacher?" At this point I was trying to trip him up, but his eyes never strayed from my face and his voice sounded as calm as he looked. 

"What do you think makes you so sexy?" He smiled and it was no longer a sweet, shy one. "A milf teacher, could it get any better?" To my surprise he winked, "And a horny one who loved teasing me and knew damn well I wanted you. You're a bad girl, Laura!" He laughed.

"I..." I trailed off and put my hand out to him. "My bedroom is at the end of that hallway."

For a second he lost character and his eyes widened and grinned, but then quickly switched to looking serious. Standing, he took my hand and when I didn't move he stepped close to me, slipped his hand up through my hair and kissed me. 

I was surprised by the force of the kiss and even more so by the way he put his other arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His tongue pushed against my lips and I parted them, moaning softly as his warm wet tongue invaded my mouth.

I put my arms around his neck and moved back and forth against him, sliding my breasts across him and moaning as my nipples rubbed the material of my bra. Max lowered his hand from my hair and rubbed my back as he continued his confident, unhurried kiss. 

I was heating up and as much as I wanted to let him take the reins I couldn't hold back from pushing my tongue into his mouth and pressing my lips more firmly to his. Max backed off, allowing me to take control of the kiss, but his hands were now sliding down my back and over my ass.

I gasped when he gave it a hard squeeze then groaned as they worked lower and grabbing the hem of my dress, pulled it up. His hands returned to my ass, fondling my bare cheeks as his fingers teased along the thin black material between them. 

I released a low moan into his mouth as his finger eased into the thong, slid down my ass and dipped into my sopping pussy. He removed his lips from mine and I moaned louder as his lips fastened to my neck.

He was running the tip of his finger through my soft wet slit, but not going inside and I caught myself moving my hips, trying to urge him to do so. Max kissed the top of my chest, then with a sly smile pulled away from me. 

"Shall we?" He gestured towards the hall.

"Lead the way." I winked.

"How about you go first so I can watch what I'm going to be unwrapping?" He suggested.

"You're the boss." I told him, "At least for now." I added with a wink.

I walked ahead of him, pulling him along behind me. I walked slowly and put some extra swing in my hips. I could feel his eyes on my ass and recalled how good his hand shad just felt there. As I reached the door and opened it, I felt a thrill of excitement; in a very short time I was going to be Max's first lover!

I released his hand and walked over to stand in front of my bed. I'd pulled the covers down to expose the red sheets I put on there for him. Max looked around the room, taking in the candles then lingering on the bed. 

When his gaze reached me I saw he was getting nervous and beckoning him with my finger, I asked, "Now where were we?"

Max walked up to me and I give him a long slow kiss. He placed his hands on my hips, but left them there and as we continued to kiss I wondered if I would have to be the aggressor after all. Not that I would mind, but the point here was for him to become confident with women. 

I suppose I would be more intimidating than a girl his age, but that was the very reason I wanted him taking control. If he could take charge with me, he'd be able to with anyone. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged upward. 

Max raised his arms and as I pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, I broke the kiss and lowered my head to his chest. I pressed my open mouth around his nipple and after swirling my tongue around it, lifted my head.

"How's that look?" I asked, referring to the perfectly shaped pair of lips around his nipple.

"Not as good as you do." He replied and putting his hands on my shoulders kissed my neck.

I let my head fall to the side and purred as his slips worked my neck. I unsnapped his pants his breathing picked up on my neck when I tugged his zipper down. I was reaching into his boxers for the cock I'd dreamt of feeling inside me all week, when Max whispered, "Not yet."

Putting his arms on my shoulders he flicked his tongue across my ear, "Turn around for me."

He accompanied his words by pushing on my shoulders, guiding me to turn for him. The fact he had not asked, but told me to do something caused my already excited clit to throb as I allowed him to turn me. 

When my back was to him, Max gathered my long hair and pushing it over my left shoulder kissed the back of my neck. A shiver went through me as his arms slid around my waist and he kissed his way across my bare shoulders and my upper back.

"Hmm, that's sweet." I cooed as his lips caressed my skin.

The dress was open in the back down to my bra and Max trailed his soft kisses to then along the edge of it. He then worked his way back up to my neck and I moaned as his hands slid down my stomach and tugging my dress up, fondled my inner thighs.

As he had done from behind, Max worked the fingers of his right hand into my thong and slid them through my pussy. I worked my hips, grinding my ass back into him and again trying to get his fingers to enter me. 

I felt his tongue on my neck and thought he was licking me, then the tie around my neck pulled against my throat and I realized he was untying it with his teeth! I smiled as the knot loosened then groaned when the strings fell across my back and he brought his hands up to dug it down over my breasts. 

"This time you wear a bra." He sighed in my ear causing me to giggle.

"Told you, you had to work for this one, honey."

"Then I guess I'm hard at work." He whispered in my ear and pushed his cock into my ass, emphasizing how hard.

"Nice," I replied working my ass into that fantastic cock, "Have fun with it."

"I plan on it." His fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra, but once he'd popped the first hook he got the other two quickly.

Max slid his fingers through the straps of my bra and pushed them down my shoulders. I bent my arms at the elbows, letting him slip the bra off and moaned as his hands instantly covered my bare breasts.

His fingers captured my nipples and I worked my ass harder against his swollen crotch. Max was breathing heavy in my ear as the soft skin just beneath it. As he teased my nipples I grabbed the dress and pushed it down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. 

Max kissed the back of my neck and trailed his lips down my back as he had before, but this time he kept going lower. When I felt his lips on the small of my back, I looked to my right and watched in the mirror over my bureau.

"Damn, look at us." I told him, my breath picking up at the sight of him kneeling shirtless behind me while I stood there in just my thong, his hands on my breasts.

Max turned his head, smiled then turning his attention back to me, placed a loud wet kiss on my right ass cheek. I giggled, and then moaned when he sucked on my ass, before switching to the other side. 

As he had with everything else so far, Max took his time worshipping my ass, kissing and licking each cheek as I them playfully in his face. Max slipped his tongue into the thin string of red between my cheeks and I shivered when he ran his tongue through the crack of my ass.

His hands left my breasts and my groan of protest turned into a startled yelp when he put his hands on my back and shoved me. I was standing right in front of the bed and fell forward so I was now bent over it.

Max worked his fingers into my thong and pulled it over my hips and down my thighs. I moaned at the feeling of the thong peeling away from my sticky pussy and his tongue and lips still busy on my ass. 

The thong joined my dress at my feet and Max ran his fingers gently up my legs, teasing the sensitive skin behind my knees and traveling up my soft thighs. He made me laugh when he sucked hard on my ass, probably hard enough to leave a hickey.

"Look at you, kissing your teacher's ass."

"I do need a good grade, Miss Phillips" He whispered.

His hands reached my ass and after giving my cheeks a hard squeeze he spread them wide open and I squealed when he plunged his tongue into my ass.

"Bad boy!" I exclaimed then moaned when he pushed his rigid tongue deeper into my little pink hole.

"You said I could last time." He said from between my cheeks, then proceeded to tease the tip of his tongue around my ass before pushing it inside again.

I moaned softly and worked my ass back into his face. My nipples were pressed onto the sheet and just that contact was causing them to ache with desire. I spread my legs further apart and whimpered as he continued enthusiastically giving me a rim job. 

Hard to believe a week ago I'd sat there in righteous indignation telling Richard I would never do this. At this point, bent over the bed with a hot young studs tongue in my ass, I had to admit the money had nothing to do with why I was doing this. 

This was exactly what I needed! A great time with a good looking man, albeit a young one, who was all about enjoying every bit of me.

As if reading my mind, Max lowered his tongue and shoved it into my pussy.

"Yes!" I cried out, pushing my ass back into his face to work his tongue deeper. "That's it, baby, eat that pussy!"

Max had my cheeks spread wide and his face buried in them as his tongue probed my dripping slit. He sucked hard on my pussy causing me to gasp and he moaned when his efforts were rewarded with a mouthful of his slutty tutor's sticky juices. Even as he tongue fucked me, I knew I would be tasting those juices from his cock some point soon.

The other thing I knew was he wasn't just going to fuck me once. I had no idea what would happen after tonight so there was no way in hell Max was leaving after he took me for the first time. Tonight I planned on finding out just how many times a boy his age could get it up and I was damn confident in my mouth's abilities to keep him interested all night long.

"Oh, my clit, honey." I moaned as thinking of the night still ahead had my hips wiggling and my pussy throbbing. "Suck on my clit!"

Max slipped his tongue from inside me, but teased me by swirling it around between my labia exploring the moist pink folds of my pussy as he took his time working his way to my clit. I groaned and pushed up on my toes, trying to get his tongue to my aching button, but he moved with me and laughed.

"Oh, funny now, are we? Just wait until I make you wait to shove your...Oh!" 

I moaned as he fastened his lips to my clit and sucked hard enough to make his lips smack. Max swirled his tongue around my swollen button and caused me to gasp when he pushed two fingers inside me. I contracted my pussy around his fingers and when he moaned I asked,

"Imagine what that will feel like around your cock." I sighed, "Think about me coming on it, how good that will feel, I...oh, damn."

I trailed off as Max worked my clit gently with just his lips, kissing it softly then sliding it between them. His fingers pumped slowly into me and moving my hips in time with them I took them deeper. 

I turned my head to look into the mirror. Max was kneeling, his face buried between my thighs and his well muscled back just visible from that angle. His large, strong hand looked good on my ass and his arm worked back and forth as he finger fucked me.

Somewhere I knew I should feel bad about this, paid to seduce this sweet kid, but where that somewhere was...it wasn't around right now!

As I remained bent over the bed, I imagined his huge cock, hard and dripping, straining to be released from his pants and eager to sample his first pussy. I pushed up on my toes and slipping my arms underneath I found my nipples and rolled them between my fingers.

I moaned and worked my hips harder into his fingers. I had wanted him to go slow and prove he could be patient and enjoy me before we had sex, but right now there was nothing I wanted more than that young cock between my legs. 

"Harder," I told him, "Come on, baby, work that pussy!" Giving in to my desires I gave him an incentive. "As soon as I come you're going to fuck me, Max!"

I cried out as he shoved his fingers hard into my pussy and sucked my clit into his mouth. 

"That's right, honey, as soon as you make me purr, you're going to be inside it! You're going to shove that nice young dick into your dirty teacher's hot little pussy!"

Max was smacking his lips on my clit and roughly slamming his fingers into my pussy. I had no complaints, in fact his no longer being cautious was a turn on. I twisted my nipples harder and groaned.

"Oh, lick it!" I groaned, Max obeyed and my legs tightened and I lifted my ass in the air as my body trembled. "Faster!" I whimpered as his tongue bathed my throbbing button. I was so close!

"A little more! Oh, just a little more!" I implored him, "Come on, baby make me....Oh fuck!"

I squealed as Max used his other hand and with no warning plunged his finger into my ass. That squeal was followed by a long loud wail as my body exploded into orgasm. My pussy and ass contracted around his fingers and as I ground my ass into his flickering tongue I released a series of loud high pitched yelps.

Max kept his fingers moving, thrusting them into my convulsing holes while still eagerly devouring my pussy. I gave my nipples a pinch and this time screamed in pleasure as I writhed and squirmed shoving my wet slit into his face. 

"Oh God that was so fucking amazing." I sighed as the last of the orgasm flowed through me.

My body relaxed and I was glad I was bent over the bed because my knees felt so weak I didn't think I could stand at the moment. Behind me, Max eased his fingers from my holes and in the mirror I saw him stand up behind me.

He kicked his shoes off and pushed his jeans down to the floor. When he stood, his long thick cock was standing at full attention and grabbing it he slapped it against my ass.

"You looking for something, honey?"

"Yes." He said softly and I moaned as he slid the head of his cock through the crack of my ass. 

I gasped when it slid through my lips and Max moaned as he shook it back and forth, rubbing it against my clit.

"C...can I?" 

"Don't ask, honey." I told him, pushing myself up on my elbows and looking over my shoulder at him. "Max, if a woman lets you do that to her, she is not going to stop you from fucking her."

"O...okay." He nodded then slid his cock back through my lips. 

I moaned when I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and wanted nothing more than to push backwards and drive him inside me, but I had a better idea, at least for the moment because damn straight I was going to take that cock doggy style at some point.

"Stop." I said and stood up in front of him.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I..."

"Shhh." I turned to face him and put my finger to his lips. "Not at all, but for your first time." I winked, "Our first time tonight, I want to watch you."

I sat on the bed and laying back lifted my legs and spread them wide.

"Come on in, baby." I whispered, "The water's just fine."

Max stared down at my pussy and stepped up to the bed. His magnificent cock was over my pussy and putting my feet on his shoulders I lifted my hips, sliding his head through my lips. He moaned and stared at the sight of his cock sliding through my pussy. I pumped my hips, teasing him, then stopped and smiled up at him.

"Come on, baby, take what you've been waiting for."

Max eased his cock down and I moaned as he pushed his head against me and I felt him begin to enter me.

"Shit!" He stopped.

"What?" I asked, trying not to sound frustrated.

"I have to...you know get something." He reached down to his jeans and fumbled in his pocket before producing a condom.

"Honey, put that down, you don't need it."

"I don't? But..."

"With other girls yes." I told him remaining patient. "But I haven't been with anyone in months and you've never been with anyone and I'm taking something so no worries" I smiled, "I want you to really feel your first time. You can have me bareback."

"Bareback." He dropped the condom. "Goddamn, you're so fucking hot."

"You have no idea, but it's time to find out." I winked, "Now where were we?"

As Max slid his cock though my pussy I realized I was being selfish again, because there was no way I wasn't going to feel every bit of his cock. He pressed against me once more and began to ease himself in. 

He groaned as his head entered me and I moaned impatiently as he hesitated. Bracing my feet against him, I thrust my hips and buried him inside me. We both cried out as my pussy spread around his long thick cock and with a moan of pure pleasure, Max pulled himself back out to the tip then thrust forward.

"Oh fuck, you've got a big dick!" I groaned and wasn't kidding, it had been a long time and my pussy was stretching around his shaft as he slowly pumped me.

"You feel so good!" Max exclaimed as he moved his hips, fucking me with long slow strokes that caused my eyes to roll back.




Private Lessons



"Then keep feeling me, baby!" I moaned, "Because you feel just as good!"

Good was an understatement! Max moved a little faster and I moaned each time he thrust himself forward stuffing my long neglected pussy with his thick cock. I propped myself on my elbows so I could watch his cock slide in and out and I noticed his eyes were locked onto it as well.

I was sopping wet and Max's amazing cock was glistening with my juices. He put his hands on my thighs and pumped me faster. He moaned with each stroke and I noticed a slight smile playing about his lips.

"How's it feel, Max? How's it feel to fuck a woman?"

"Even better than I thought." He grinned, "And I thought about it a lot!"

"I hope you keep thinking about it!" I thrust my hips meeting his plunging cock and driving him deeper. "I hope you think about this pussy and how good it feels because you can have all the pussy you want, Max!"

"All those cute girls who flirt with you? You can have them like this, you know how now and..." I moaned as my words spurred him on and he fucked me harder, "God, they are going to love this cock!"

Max groaned and fucked me faster. I stopped talking and focused on how damn good his dick felt inside me. He was fucking me pretty good right now and cupping my tits I played with my nipples for him. 

Max noticed and stared at my fingers as he fucked me. The sight seemed to really get to him as he switched from long slow strokes to faster short ones. I didn't care how he fucked me as long as he kept fucking me because he felt amazing.

"Yes, that's it honey, fuck that pussy! You earned that pussy, Max, you worked hard for it didn't you?"

Max grunted an answer as he squeezed my thighs and drove into me even harder.

"All night, Max, you're going to fuck me all night! Every position, as many times as you want to! I'm all yours tonight Max!"

He whimpered and fucked me even faster. I moaned enjoying the effect my words had on him I continued.

"And we don't have to just stay in here, honey. You're going to fuck me where ever you want. We can fuck on my couch; you can fuck me over the kitchen table. " I moaned as he was now slamming me so hard his balls were slapping against my ass, "And you will fuck me in the shower tonight!"

Max whimpered and I moved my hips in time with his, taking him as deep as I could. He moaned louder then slowed down. 

"Don't tease!" I groaned, "Fuck me, baby! This is what you wanted!"

"I...I'm already close."

"We'll fuck again, Max, just go ahead and take the edge off and..."

"But it's so quick!" He was now barely moving and teasing the shit out of me. "I wanted it to..."

"Stop." I pushed him back with my feet. "Lay on the bed on your back."

"Are you...?" He stopped when I sat up and patted the bed next to me. "Lie down and trust me."

Max didn't move right away and grabbing his cock I gave it a squeeze. "Go on, baby, teacher knows best."

Max moaned as I gave his cock a couple of quick pumps and sitting on the bed pushed himself up on it and lay down on his back. I quickly crawled up on the bed, knelt between his legs and took him into my mouth.

Max gasped as I easily took him down to the base of his shaft and after pausing for a moment to savor the taste of my pussy from his hard flesh, I bobbed my head rapidly. He cried out as unlike the blow job I gave him on Tuesday I was not holding back and teasing, but sucking him as fast as I could.

He whimpered and his cock twitched in my mouth as I sucked him as if I were in a competition. I repeatedly took him as deep as I could while sucking that quickly and cupping his swollen balls caressed them as I blew him.

Max moaned and his legs were already trembling from my efforts. I opened my mouth wider and let a mixture of pre cum and spit drool down his cock and nosily slurped it up, I kept my eyes on his and saw him struggling to hold back.

"Laura, please...please stop! I...I'm going to come and I don't want to like this! Please...I oh!"

His begging and whimpering drove me wild and I sucked him even faster, Max released a pathetic sound that caused my pussy to gush and with a loud cry his balls tightened, his cock twitched and he exploded in my mouth.

Tuesday I'd given him what he wanted and let him paint my face with his come, this time I continued to suck and moaned as his hot sticky cum hit the back of my mouth and oozed down my throat. 

I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing as I worked for every drop. Max was squirming and moaning as his balls emptied into my mouth and when I couldn't coax anymore from him I released his cock, smacked my lips and swallowed the last of his impressive load.

As he lay there breathing hard I crawled up the bed and swung my legs over his hips so I was straddling him. Placing my hands on his chest I worked my hips, sliding his still hard cock through my wet pussy. 

Reaching between my legs I grabbed him by the base and holding his cock, guided him to my pussy and sat down on it. We both cried out as I impaled myself on his glorious cock. He was still just as hard as he had been in my mouth and between that and the fact I could still taste both his cum and my pussy, I was overwhelmed by lust.

Max gasped as I rode him like he was a prize bull in a rodeo and throwing my head back I cried out in ecstasy as I pounded my pussy onto his big dick. This is what I had needed for months, what I'd dreamed about, hell what I and every woman deserved; a good hard fucking!

I pushed down harder on his chest and with a loud cry drove my hips up and down as hard as I could. Beneath me Max was staring at me wide eyed, his mouth open as all he could manage was a series of moans and gasps as I fucked him like a damn wild cat.

I leaned forward so I could lift my hips higher and pushed down on his chest each time I slammed down on him. I established a perfect rhythm between my hands and hips and the bed protested as Max was now bouncing on the mattress then back into my driving hips.

"Fuck yeah!" I cried out, "You like this Max? You like seeing how a real woman fucks? No cute little girl is going to fuck you like this, baby. Your slutty teacher is going to make your first ride your best ride!"

Max put his hands on my hips and pushed in an effort to slow me down and I relented and switched to sliding my hips back and forth instead of up and down. Max moaned softly as I switched up to riding him more slowly and sensually.

I raised my hands over my head, taking my long hair up with them and posed for him as I worked my hips even slower.

"How do I like, honey? How's Miss Phillips look riding your cock?"

"Incredible." He whispered as his hands left my hips and cupped my tits.

"That's it." I purred as he played with my nipples, "Play with those tits, they're your tits tonight, hell they're yours anytime you want them!"

Max looked surprised and even in my lust addled brain I realized that comment was a mistake, but I was so caught up in the moment I didn't care, there would be time to talk this out later, right now it was....show time.

I swung my leg over him and easing his cock from inside me, knelt next to him. Max went to sit up, but I shoved him back down on the bed.

"Not yet." I smiled down at him, "I want to show you something fun."

I spun myself around so my back was to him and swinging my leg back over him so my ass was pointing at him worked my puss along his cock. 

"Put it in." I breathed, "Shove that big dick in your teacher's hot cunt!"

"Hot...wow!" He looked shocked.

"I wouldn't say that to a girl your age if I were you, but I'm in a slutty fucking mood, not give me that fucking cock!"

I was surprising myself, but all that mattered was he was pushing the head of his cock back where it belonged, inside my over heated...cunt. The word I was raised to never say sent thrill through me telling me I was officially out of control, but seeing I was already fucking an eighteen year old student, and bareback at that, a dirty word was the least of my transgressions.

I plunged back down on his cock and worked my hips slowly.

"Oh, goddamn." Max moaned as I rode him backwards. 

I sat up for him, pushing his cock deeper and worked my hips in a teasing circular motion. He put his hands on my hips and moved with me, guiding my movements along his cock.

"How's the view from behind?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.

"There's no bad view." He laughed, then moaned when I bounced up and down on him.

I moved faster and yelped each time I drove him up into me. Leaning over I grabbed his ankles and began driving my hips as hard as I had before. I turned my head watched as I my hips worked up and down sliding his cock in and out of me and slamming down on him as hard as I could manage. 

Max put his hands on my ass and squeezed it while pushing and pulling, helping me ride him. I threw my head back, flipping my long hair up and across my back and admired the sight of fucking Max reverse cowgirl, a position I hadn't tried in years. 

Max moved his hand across my ass and I cried out in surprise when he shoved his finger in my ass.

"Yes!" I yelped, "Leave it right there!"

Max did as I asked and I moaned as I worked my hips now sliding his finger in and out of my tight ass. I was overwhelmed by an image of being on my knees and letting Max fuck me in the ass. I hadn't let anyone do that since I'd been in my wild twenties and didn't think I would let him tonight, but maybe...

I blinked that thought away and focused on the act at hand which was pretty fucking enjoyable. I continued to work my hips plunging his thick cock deep inside my grateful pussy. 

"Not going to come quick now are you, baby?" I asked.

"Hell no." He breathed and placing his hand on the small of my back, pushed down, stopping me from moving,

He then thrust his hips into me and I groaned as he took over fucking me. I let my cheek rest on his leg and squealed as he fucked me with long hard strokes. Max was moaning and whimpering as he could only fuck me so hard in this position and on that note, I pulled away from his cock and rolled over onto my back.

Lifting my legs, I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled them back so my feet were over my head.

"Get on your knees and fuck me, Max; I need you to really fuck me."

Max sat up, knelt between my legs and placing his hands on the backs of my thighs drove his beautiful cock balls deep into my pussy.

"Oh my fucking God!" I cried as just as I'd told him to Max fucked me fast and hard.

He was using long hard strokes that had me yelping each time he buried himself in me. 

"Yes, fuck me!" I gasped, "Fuck me as hard as you want to! Take me Max, take your teacher's pussy! Claim it! Make it yours!"

Max moaned and leaning forward pushed my legs back even further. My ass lifted from the bed and I was just about bent in two with his cock slamming straight down into me. I howled in pleasure as he hammered away at me and letting my legs go grabbed my tits and tugged on my nipples.

I watched Max's long cock repeatedly piston in and out of my sopping pussy and tried to move my hips, but could do nothing in this position but lay here and take it. That certainly wasn't a bad thing as he was fucking me goddamn silly at this point.

I looked up at Max and moaned at the sight of him. He was sweating profusely, his hair hanging over his eyes and those gorgeous blue eyes were wide, bright and glazed with lust. His entire body was glistening with sweat and it made the bulging muscles of his chest and arms look even better. 

I needed to cum again and reaching between my legs found my swollen clit and rubbed it. I moaned at the contact, then yelped in surprise when Max grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. My surprise was replaced by delight when he placed his thumb on my clit and whispered, 

"That's my job, Laura."

"Y...you're doing a hell of a job." I breathed as he rubbed my clit in hard fast circles while still pounding my pussy.

"Get what you give." He grinned down at me.

"Honey....you are giving it to me pretty fucking good right now." I moaned, "And I'm getting it, oh fuck I'm getting it!"

Max's thumb pressed harder on my clit and I tugged hard on my nipples as my body trembled in anticipation of coming on that huge cock. Max stopped rubbing my clit and catching it between his strong fingers twisted it back and the same way I was playing with my nipples.

"Oh...oh fuck!" I moaned, "That...oh just like that!"

I arched my back trying to take him deeper and desperately tried to work my hips into him as I was right on the edge. 

"Harder, squeeze my clit harder! Please I..."

My words turned into what could only be described as a scream when Max pinched my clit and sent me over the edge. I came like an animal, head back, mouth wide open and screaming like a banshee. My pussy contracted and Max groaned in pleasure as my pussy convulsed around his thrusting cock.

Max continued his assault on my quivering slit as his fingers twisted my clit back and forth. I was beyond words at this point and lay there squealing and moaning as I came harder than I had in years, even harder than a little awhile ago, Christ I couldn't remember last time I'd gone off like this.

My body writhed and squirmed and Max had an ear to ear smile on his face as he watched his teacher turn into trembling hot wet mess beneath him. I released one more long loud squeal then went limp, my arms falling to my sides and my legs resting against him.

"Oh...my...God." I moaned. "Max, you....holy shit the room is spinning."

Max withdrew his cock from me and grabbing me by my hips wrenched his powerful shoulders to the side and flipped me over onto my stomach. The second I was on my stomach, Max grabbed my hips again and roughly pulled me up so I was on my knees.

"Fuck yeah!" I groaned, my pussy gushing at his sudden forcefulness, "That's it, take..."

Max drove into me from behind so hard the sentence finished with another animal like howl as he squeezed my hips and tore into me like he was trying to break me. I was so overwhelmed from my orgasm I couldn't even push myself up on my hands and lay there with my cheek pressed to the sweat dampened sheet and let him have me.

In the mirror Max looked incredible, his lean hard body dripping with sweat and his large hands gripping me as that incredible cock hammered away at me pussy. I was so wet I could hear him entering me and saw his thighs dripping with my juices. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I exclaimed each time he hammered into me. 

I couldn't even move my hips into him. I was completely drained and all his right now. Max slid his hand around my thigh and I gasped when he found my clit and rubbed it as he pounded me doggy style.

"I...oh....its okay." I moaned, "Just fuck me, just...ohhh."

He pressed his thumb harder into me and moved it in fast hard circles as he had before. I didn't think I could come again, but damn it felt so good and that cock! Youth and enthusiasm I thought as he was fucking me like a damn machine while trying to coax another orgasm out of me.

Max was moaning with each thrust and his hand was trembling on my hips.

"Go ahead," I moaned, "Come for me, baby, don't worry about me I already....Oh fuck!"

Max plunged his finger hard into my ass again and pinched my clit hard. My body caught me off guard by exploding into a sudden orgasm and lifting my head I screamed long and loud as I came for the second time in minutes and once again around that wonderful cock.

I was moaning continuously and my hips were moving of their own accord, driving back into his relentless cock. But even his cock had limits and he was now whimpering behind me as my pussy contracted around him.

"Give it to me!" I cried, "Come for me, let me have it, baby!"

Max cried out and I released a long deep moan as his cock jumped inside me and a long stream of come squirted deep inside me. 

"Oh, that's nice." I cooed as he continued to thrust into me, each pump ending in another spurt of his hot cum. 

I whimpered in pleasure as Max kept fucking me and painting the walls of his teacher's pussy with another huge load. He buried himself inside me and moaned as he gave me that last of it. I contracted my pussy around him and he gave an adorable little whimper as I managed to milk a few more drops from him.

I felt him softening inside me and squeezed him once more with my pussy before he eased his cock from inside me. I had thought as soon as we finished I'd already be wondering how long before he could go another round, but I'd never dreamed I would come three times first time around.

I was feeling beyond satisfied right now, in fact as I stretched my legs out and remained lying there on my stomach what I felt was hung over as if I were sex drunk which most likely I was. I'd have to go back years to find the last time I'd gotten fucked this good. 

"I can't believe we did it." Max said from behind me.

"Oh, I can." I replied, "I have a very wet, very satisfied pussy to prove it."

"You really enjoyed it?"

"Max, what did I tell you about asking?" I asked with my eyes closed and no desire to move at all. "I came three damn times."

"Right, sorry, I just really wanted you to like it."

"I did." I giggled "Three times."

"So...uh...what do we..."

"Just lie down and relax, Max." I patted the bed next to me. "You've just had your first time, enjoy the moment."

Max stretched out on his back next to me and gave me a tired smile, "Laura, you felt so good."

"So did you." I gave him a tired smile, "And don't worry, we'll do it again before you leave, I promised you the night if you earned it and damn did you ever."

Max laughed then turned serious, "Laura, can I talk to you?"

"Honey, when you make a woman come three times you can do anything you want."

"Seriously."

Uh-oh, I thought as forced myself to roll onto my side. Propping myself up on my elbow I asked,

"What's the matter, Max? You should be beside yourself right now." I laughed, "The only thing you should be thinking about is more."

"Oh, I am." He smiled and I returned it as it was his usual shy aw sucks smile. "Kind of what I want to talk about, but um, first...I don't think you're going to be my tutor anymore, are you?"

"I don't think it would be a good idea Max." I told him, "After this you're never going to see me and think about anything, but..." I cupped my right breast, "This."

"I guess you're right."

"I know other teachers who give private lessons; we'll find you a good tutor."

"I know dad will find someone, he can buy anything." Max said, and then staring into my eyes said. "Even this"

"What do you mean?" I asked even as my stomach twisted into a knot.

"Laura last week when dad came home and saw us by the pool then told me to leave I snuck around to the other side of the house to listen because I thought he was going to fire you."

He shrugged, "I heard everything. He paid you to have sex with me because he was upset his son wasn't a stud." He grunted, "Just like he said grandpa was with him."

"Max, look, um..." I wasn't sure what to say, so asked the obvious, "If you knew, why did you go through with it?"

"Why? Because it was still being with you." He sat up and grabbing the sheet pulled it over his lap,

"I was so pissed at first, felt so pathetic, but when I came out and you were still in you robe I knew you were starting right there and I...I couldn't resist. I wanted to, I felt bad knowing why you were doing it, but you're so... Laura you're so beautiful."

"Thank you." I sat up as well, but made no move to cover up. "Honey, you're not pathetic, just shy and...if anyone is pathetic it's me. I took money to have sex with you." I frowned, "I'm a whore."

"No!" He snapped, surprising me, "You had reasons and...and well you really seemed to like it." He sighed, "Unless you're just a good actor."




Private Lessons



Ms. Michelle Lewis could hardly teach her Chemistry class as her body trembled and pussy dampened in her navy dress pants as she thought of her fellow teacher, Ms. Amelia Parks. The only "chemistry" she wanted at that time was with Amelia! 

Amelia was in her mid-30's and was the most beautiful woman Michelle had laid eyes on. Her long, straight, dark brown hair that laid over her back, deep, piercing aqua gems for irises, perky breasts, and toned ass drove Michelle wild but she dared not say anything. Amelia also would text her at random times to check on her, buy her gifts and cards on special occasions, and gave her teaching advice. She was always there for her when Michelle needed an ear or a shoulder to use as tissue. And the sentiments were mutual. 

It was April and Amelia began teaching at Carlton High School the previous August. The two girls were inseparable as they chatted about fashion, guys, and TV while they went to lunch twirling spaghetti around their forks or crunching on lettuce in their salads. 

Michelle wondered what she would think knowing another woman wanted to have sex with her? Maybe she had experience and could teach her a few things? Michelle had been with other women herself but was curious about this particular woman. None were quite like her. 

But, if Amelia said no, what would that do to their friendship? 

Michelle was saddened because the thought of making a move locked her up. She became frozen in ice every time the thought passed through her mind. She was a dozen years younger than Amelia and if she was into women, would she be into one her age?  

Michelle and Amelia had another lunch date today and this would be the day Michelle made her desires known unlike the last 5 days she failed to do it! She was going to do it today because she was losing her mind! 

"Okay, class," Michelle said as she stood before six rows of desks with five students each, "study the Periodic Table as we will have a quiz first thing in the morning! There are thirty minutes left in class so use this time wisely!" 

She zipped to her desk, plopped into her high back brown leather chair, and whipped her cell phone out of her handbag, which was stuffed into her desk drawer. 

There was a text from her sexy friend and Michelle giggled to herself like a schoolgirl sitting in one of those desks in her classroom. She opened the message... 

"I'm sorry. I can't make lunch today. Something came up!" 

Michelle's giggles disappeared and she was filled with disappointment. Why did she cancel today? Today! No! She wanted to cry! This wasn't happening! 

Michelle texted back, "Why?" but no reply came back. Ugh. 

She wasn't going to let it go that easily but 30 minutes had to pass for lunch to come and when it did, she was going to get her answers. 

She pulled out her compact mirror and checked herself for the hundredth time. Her full-tooth smile was shining and pearly white. Her hair was light brown, wavy, and pulled into a ponytail and her skin was lightly tanned. Her navy eye shadow that matched her pants was applied without flaw. Her little button nose was cute but no, wait was that a hair coming out of her nose? She was so paranoid she was seeing things that weren't there. 

She pinched her sides through her blouse and her legs as if to check her body fat percentage. She had some chub but not much. She stared at her brown sugar colored eyes in the mirror and sighed, hoping Amelia found her attractive. 

When the bell rang for lunch, students flooded the halls. Michelle slithered through the hungry horde towards Amelia's Geography class. 

After navigating the maze of students, she found herself at her desire's class where Amelia was startled when she looked up from her desk and noticed Michelle. 

"Michelle! I didn't expect to see you," she said. 

"Why not?" Michelle asked as she swayed her hips while entering her classroom. "Did you think I wouldn't want to know why you cancelled on me?" 

"I'm sorry. I didn't get a chance to text you back." 

Amelia was acting strangely and fidgeting and even a fool could have noticed. "Well, I'm here now. Do you want to talk about something?" 

Amelia ran her fingers through her hair and avoided eye contact. "We can go to the teacher's lounge." 

Not exactly what Michelle had in mind. There wouldn't be much privacy to play if she accepted her proposal. Maybe that was the point. 

"Uh, sure..." Michelle said lacking the excitement she was hoping to have. 

They made the stroll down to end of the hall to the lounge. Michelle lagged behind a bit and watched her ass pushing against her black skirt. She wanted so much to see what her ass looked like without all that covering hiding it and imagined herself pulling down the zipper in the rear to do just that. 

Her legs, cut and toned, partially covered by black boots, protruded from her skirt and Michelle could hardly divert her gaze from them. 

Amelia walked with such grace and confidence but that was only part of the reason Michelle was so nervous and her tummy was grinding. What did Amelia want to discuss? 

When they entered the lounge, an air conditioned chill swirled around them. There were some ragged, brown and burnt orange couches and a round wooden coffee table in the middle. In a small room in the rear were drink and snack machines, a refrigerator, and a microwave. There were a few staff members passing through but none seemed too focused on the ladies as they lowered themselves to one of the sofas and faced each other. 

Being this close to Amelia had Michelle so aroused and her nipples hardened, which could have been seen through her blouse if someone looked hard enough. She tugged on her top button ever so innocently with trembling fingers to open that blouse a little more and reveal more of the curve of her tits that wanted to leap out. She noticed Amelia's gaze drop for a moment but it was quick as she returned to Michelle's eyes. 

"So, um, what I wanted to talk about was..." Amelia began but she swallowed hard and choked. 

"What is it, hon?" Michelle asked as she was crumbling to dust but trying to keep it together. Her natural and tantalizing sweet aroma made her want to taste her skin, her lips. 

Amelia lowered her tone to just over a whisper. "Well, I know what you want but I don't think I can. I've only ever been with guys, you know. We can stay friends, though." 

Amelia twirled some of her hair around a finger and shifted her eyes in all directions. 

Michelle's emotions twisted up. Was she that obvious? She never made a move! Was it how she looked at Amelia? How she touched her legs when they talked? 

She sighed and fought tearing up as best she could. There was some uncertainty in Amelia's body language and she clung to the hope she could convince her that some girl/girl fun was not only okay but a wonderful thing. 

"We have such a great connection that I thought we would be great as more than friends. You're beautiful and I like you a lot, Amelia." 

Amelia's jade green eyes shifted upward and aside again as if some part of her was considering it. 

Michelle stroked Amelia's thigh and Amelia nervously laughed. "Ha, you mean you find this older lady attractive?" 

"Older?" Michelle scoffed as she slid her cotton-like hand over her legs. "You're still in your 30's and you hardly have a wrinkle! Besides, we're like the same person." 

Amelia grabbed her hand like she was about to move it but Michelle kept caressing her legs and her resistance was melting. "I'll have to, um, think about it." 

Michelle leaned closer, squinted, and spoke in her bedroom voice. "You enjoy being touched all over like this." She traced the tips of her fingers over Amelia's arms, surely causing the tiny hairs to stand up. "And this..." Michelle massaged her legs up to her skirt's edge and slid her hand under her it to her mid-thigh. 

When Michelle's ears captured the squeak of the door's hinges, she withdrew her hand, barely brushing her skin as she did. 

Amelia sucked in a deep breath and hopped to her feet. "I, um, have to do something important!" 

She walked over to the doorknob and grabbed it but glanced back at Michelle. 

Michelle nibbled on a fingernail and smiled at her. Her blood was hot and racing and she wanted Amelia like right then! 

Amelia shot back a half-grin as she left but that was it. Michelle sighed. 

A couple of hours after school, Michelle was still at her desk in her empty class grading papers in red ink. Her pussy was raging with arousal, heated, and soaked from thinking about Amelia and how she knew she wanted to play with her. Her eyes all but said it and she was certain her lips would follow. 

Michelle dropped her pen and surveyed the room. The door was closed and her desk was in the corner across the room. She was overflowing with so much arousal that she had to do something about it and couldn't wait any longer! 

She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants revealing her dark blue panties. She slid a couple of fingers in and when she brushed her pussy through the satin, she wanted to explode. She rubbed herself with more intensity, tossed her head back, and quietly moaned. 

Her legs filled with sexual intensity and tightened. She spun her fingers faster and her eyelashes fluttered. 

She was imagining pressing her lips to Amelia's and twirling their tongues together. She would rub and squeeze her breasts, caress her tummy, play with her pussy, and grope her ass. 

Michelle slid her pants down a little more, just halfway to her knees, and pushed her panties lower to join them, which released an aroma of sexual sweetness. She slid her fingers over her clit and pussy and back up again. She rubbed herself like this again and she was squirming in her seat. 

She fingered herself and her juices sloshed within her and coated her digits. She fucked herself and moved her digits in circles. She pulled them out and went in deep, pulled out again, and in once more. She massaged her clit with her thumb and looked at the ceiling. 

She was driving closer and closer to orgasm and was breathing in quick, short gasps. She squeezed her breasts and twiddled a nipple as she continued giving attention to her clit. 

Her face was damp from the heat and she was reaching the climax when the creaking of the door caused her moment to crash and she whimpered and slapped the papers on her desk! 

She scrambled to get her panties and pants back up and straighten her blouse as her visitor revealed himself. 

Principal Marshall, and his slender frame, marched into the room. Michelle found his clean cut brown hair, facial scruff, and charm quite likeable, and he was quite single, but she had someone else on her mind this day. 

She picked at the pen and took it between her fingers. She looked as though she was still grading papers. 

He approached her desk but her head was lowered over the papers while she was moving the pen and whistling. 

Mr. Marshall stopped short of her. "Ms. Lewis, I can only dream that most teachers are dedicated like you but you really should go home. I promise not to get mad." 

Michelle shrugged, smiled, and kept grading papers. "I can't help it. I couldn't imagine doing anything else!" 

Mr. Marshall snatched the pen and her eyes bucked and mouth dropped. 

"It's Thursday. Go home and decide what you're going to do for the weekend. That wasn't advice or a suggestion, Ms. Lewis." 

"Oh, alright," she said as she pushed away from the desk and wrapped Mr. Marshall in an embrace. "I guess I should thank you for saving me from myself. I'll go as soon as I use the ladies' room." 

Mr. Marshall released her breathtaking squeeze. "Someone has to save you. Might as well be me. See you tomorrow." 

Mr. Marshall left the room. 

Michelle found herself grinning nonstop from an idea she had but she couldn't obey him—not yet. 

She stood in front of the window behind her desk. The sun surrounded by yellow, orange, and red-orange hues was headed beneath the horizon but she had to stay. 

Beneath her was Amelia running track with the team she coached in her gray, cotton Carlton High school shirt, black shorts, and ankle socks with running shoes. Watching her sweat, her hair flying in the wind, was beyond sexy and still teetering on the edge of sexually bursting, she had to have her. Amelia may have been the women's track coach but Michelle was intent on being coached on other things. 

Michelle's steps pitter-pattered to the first floor and she ran out back. 

By the time she got there, the students were dispersing signifying the end of practice and Amelia was headed for the locker room in the basement. 

Michelle followed her past the benches and lockers to her office. 

She realized how this must have looked, like she was obsessed with fucking Amelia, but if she hadn't sensed a flicker of interest, she wouldn't be doing this. 

Amelia happened to allow Michelle to borrow her pink comb. She had to give it back, right? It was a good a time as any... 

Michelle's heart was racing wildly as she leaned against the doorway. Amelia's athletic frame was damp, her shirt was sweat-stained, and she had a light feminine musk about her. 

The office was little more than an oak desk and dull gray concrete walls with cracks in them. There was a way Michelle thought they could liven up the room! 

Michelle cleared her throat loud enough for Amelia to hear. 

Amelia whipped her head around. "Michelle. I didn't know you were still here." 

"I had a pile of papers to grade. If I took them home, I would have fallen asleep and that same pile would be staring at me again tomorrow." 

Amelia sat on her desk and scooted back. "I understand that. I usually have the same dilemma." 

Michelle walked in and extended her comb. "I had to give you this, too." 

Amelia smiled as she took it and laid it next to her on the desk. "Um, hum. Is that all you wanted?" 

Michelle could feel that rush again between her legs. 

Her voice cracked. "N...no, unless you wanted something?" 

Amelia shook her head in the positive. "I did. Close the door." 

Michelle was bouncing for joy inside. Was it really about to happen? She always wanted her alone and she got it! She was hoping by some miracle Amelia would just take her and all would be well. 

She tried to keep her joy from spilling out. "Okay." 

Michelle pushed the door closed and stood in front of Amelia. She was about to cream herself. 

Amelia folded her arms over her body. Michelle could feel a bit of a coldness emitting from her and that drained her excitement quite a bit. 

Amelia crossed her legs but was touching her neck and arms. "Listen, Michelle, I was hoping we could just stay friends. I think sex with you would be kind of weird." 

Michelle eased closer to see how Amelia would react and she didn't move! 

"We would still be friends. Who said we had to stop because we had some fun together?" she said as she kept moving in and walking sexily. "I can tell you want me and it's okay. Relax and let it happen. You might like it." 

Michelle tried to uncross her legs but she wouldn't budge. 

Amelia's cheeks flushed. "Michelle, I've been running! I, um, need to shower!" 

"Oh, I like you just the way you are," Michelle said as she leaned towards Amelia with her hands running all over her legs. She glanced at her lips and back to her eyes. Amelia was smiling wide with nervousness but she didn't pull away when Michelle brought her lips closer to hers. 

Amelia said, "I don't think we sh..." 

Michelle cut her off with a kiss! Amelia gasped but didn't kiss her back at first. Michelle kissed her again and again and Amelia smooched her back! Michelle rested her hand on her neck and they shared a long, deep kiss that eventually had them purring together. 

They detached as their breaths escaped them. 

"What were you trying to say?" Michelle asked. 

"I don't remember..." Amelia said with a sigh. "Until I figure it out, can we do that again?" 

"You mean you really want to..." Michelle started to say but Amelia cupped her face and kept further words from escaping her with another blazing smooch. 

Jolts of powerful surges shot from Michelle's lips, sped throughout her, and she fell into the kiss while caressing Amelia's legs again. Amelia's legs uncrossed and even parted a little. 

Michelle kissed her slowly as to savor each kiss and to take in how wonderful she felt. She pressed her lips a little harder and tightened a grip on Amelia's hips. 

When they pulled away again, it was like steam was rising from their lips. 

"Ooh, that was amazing. You're such a great kisser," Amelia said as she spun Michelle so her back was to her. 

Michelle looked back to make eye contact. "So are you, mmm. We don't have to do this if you still don't want to." 

"You talk too much sometimes you know that?" Amelia said as she kissed her from behind her ear and over her neck while cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples. 

Amelia let Michelle's hair down and ran her fingers through it. Michelle tossed her head back and she kissed her neck again, under her chin, and she stopped on her lips. They kissed again and Michelle's skin was sizzling. 

Amelia dragged her hand through the opening in Michelle's blouse, which brushed over her breasts. She kept going lower, over her tummy, and Michelle awaited her touch over her pussy, which she rubbed in circles through her pants. Michelle gasped and cried out. 

Michelle ran her hands over Amelia's legs and back up. They were firm and slick from perspiration but Amelia's sounds of joy indicated she must have liked it. 

Amelia found the last button on Michelle's blouse and loosened it followed by the next one up and the next until her tits covered by her bra came free. She felt a chill. Michelle wasn't believing this—she was about to have sex with Amelia! 

Amelia left kisses over her neck to her spine and lifted her blouse to kiss through the indention in her back while brushing over her love handles to hug her around the waist. Michelle was losing it, little by little, the more she touched her. 

Amelia pushed Michelle forward a bit as her touch stopped at the zipper on the back of her pants. 

She pulled the zipper low. Amelia kissed the skin above her panties and held it. She grasped her pants, pulled them down, and leaned back. 

After a few moments, Michelle figured she was checking her out. 

She could feel her lips brush her ear and she whispered, "You have a nice little ass." Amelia gave it a spank and a rough grope. 

Michelle said, "Mmm, yes, spank it." 

Amelia obliged and gave her another spank. "I have to have you now." 

Amelia pulled off Michelle's blouse and threw it on the floor. She unclasped her bra, tugged it off her shoulders, and dropped it to join her top. 

Michelle spun around and they kissed again. 

Amelia soon detached and kissed to her right breast and kissed over it, too, and approached her nipple, which was erect, surrounded by her light brown areola. She held it and flicked the tip of her moist tongue over it. Michelle drew a sharp breath and waited for more attention. 

Amelia flicked a few more times before licking it in a frenzy, twirling her tongue and then giving her nipple a little nibble and a harder bite, before sucking hard. 

Michelle said, "Ooohhh, yessss, like that, baby, yeesss..." 

Amelia kneaded her other breast while still sucking and pulled her lips away to make a smacking sound before taking it between her teeth gently and flicking it again. 

Amelia dragged her licker over to her other tit and fed it to herself. She clamped her lips onto its nipple and sucked and tugged on it as a hand dropped and grabbed her pussy. 





Private Lessons



Michelle was crying out louder as her whole being was shaking. She took a handful of Amelia's crotch, too, and she was giving off heat like crazy. 

Amelia pinched the top of Michelle's panties and ripped them to her knees. 

She pulled Michelle onto the desk, which sent her cup filled with pens and erasers tumbling to the floor. 

Amelia climbed upon her and their lips adhered again. Michelle was wiggling her feet as her body was overloading with arousal. 

Amelia slid towards the end of the desk and pulled Michelle's panties all the way off and dropped them on the rest of her garments. 

Michelle watched through her squint as Amelia took in the sight of her trimmed pussy. She glided her hand over her thigh and between it while lightly passing over her pussy to her other thigh and rubbed it, too. 

Amelia pushed on both her knees to spread her legs. Michelle was exposed to her and she anticipated what was coming. 

Amelia kissed her thighs over to her clit and glided her tongue over it. Michelle shook with joy. 

Amelia licked it and pressed her tongue onto it while traveling her hands over her sides and up to her breasts where she kneaded them and tugged on her nipples. 

She sucked on her clit with passion and lust and Michelle was moaning at a level higher than before. 

She dragged her tongue through her pussy's lips and licked around inside. She did so again with hunger as she ate her with her hands holding her legs open. 

She spread her lips, buried her face into her pussy, and got her tongue in deep. She darted it in and out and then swirled it all inside. 

Michelle grabbed Amelia's tresses and squealed. 

With her eyes rolling back white, Michelle said, "I love how you lick my pussy. You're going to make me cum..." 

Amelia replaced her tongue with a couple of fingers and she plunged them into her. She finger-fucked her deep and hard then fast and with much friction rubbing through her lips and inner pink flesh. 

She drew them back and drove them in as far as they could go and twisted her fingers around. She withdrew to the edge of her pussy and in again they drove in. She built up to a vibrating, fast speed, and Michelle was louder and patting the desk. 

Amelia sucked on her clit while fingering her. Michelle tensed, clinched her thighs together, and held them there. Amelia kept fingering the best she could with her digits clamped between her legs. 

Michelle said, "Ooh, I'm about to...cuuuummm...ahhhh! Yeahhh!" 

She coated Amelia's fingers in primal, lustful juices as the energy released from the climax caused her to relax and gasp. She laid back and just breathed and soaked it all in. 

Her skin, hair, and back were drenched. She wiped her forehead and breathed softly but with an elevated heart rate until she regained herself. 

Amelia walked alongside the desk and gave her another kiss that last more than a minute. 

She pulled away and smiled. "Did you like that?" 

"Did I? Oh, that was the best orgasm ever!" 

Amelia giggled. "I'm glad. The truth is that I've been wanting to do that to you for a long time. I was just scared but I'm glad I did." 

"Me too," Michelle said as she tucked her fingers in the waistband of Amelia's shorts. "Now, it's your turn." 

Amelia rubbed her own tits and smiled. "Mmm, I'm ready." 

Michelle sat up and pulled her shorts down to bring her lacy black panties into the light. She rubbed her hand back and forth over her pussy, which was wet and warm. 

Amelia clawed at Michelle's hair and rocked her hips. 

Michelle kissed her stomach, which had a salty taste from her perspiration, but she was still riled up nonetheless. 

She held her ass cheeks in both hands as she kissed through the line centered in her tummy, to her belly-button, and over her panties, which she took into her teeth. 

She tugged on them and shimmied them down to her ankles assisted by her hands. 

Michelle admired her toned, cream-colored legs and her pussy, which was void of all hair but dripping wet. 

Michelle rubbed her legs from her calves, knees, to her thighs and between them. 

She stopped short of her pussy and instead left kisses on her legs while pushing her shirt upward and part of her breasts became visible. 

She kept brushing by her pussy but didn't touch it, not directly. 

"Please. You're teasing me..." Amelia said softly. 

"I know that. Now you see how I felt!" 

"Oh, I'm sorry!" 

Michelle grinned a wicked one as she took her hands and kisses away and sat back. "What do you want me to do, anyway?" 

"You know..." 

"I want to be clear on this so you need to say it." 

"Grr, I need you to lick me, finger me, make me cum! I said it! Is that enough for you?" 

"Such a feisty attitude, my friend," Michelle said while kissing her legs before moving between them again. "I'll think about it..." 

Amelia grunted and her legs looked to have the consistency of butter. 

Michelle groped Amelia's ass. It was perfectly round and with thickness and felt so good in her hands. 

She leaned forward and sucked on her clit. She gave it long strokes with her tongue, first up in a slow lick, back down, and again. She loved how sweet she tasted with a mix of salt. 

She went a little more intense as she suddenly thrust a pair of fingers into her. She fingered Amelia with more loving strokes, slow and steady, but still caused her to moan and grab at her hair. The tugs on her tresses were a little painful but Michelle tolerated it as she loved why she was doing it! 

"Like that. Oh..." Amelia said as she looked up with her eyes blinking fast. 

Michelle sucked on her clit again with a touch more intensity and kept rotating her fingers around within her. 

"Mmm, I'm loving this, but my pussy is getting a little cold and lonely," Michelle said as she slowed her movements. 

Amelia caught her breath and said, "Let me fix that." 

"Okay, but I want to taste yours, too," she said as she laid back and Amelia climbed upon her in a 69 with her pussy over Michelle's face. 

After nestling herself upon Michelle, she devoured her pussy, which was like candy to her. 

"Mmm, do you like?" Amelia asked. 

Between lapping it, she said, "Yes, now be quiet and let me lick! Mmm, yes. Yummy..." 

Amelia rose up and let out a hard, shaking moan before diving into Michelle's sex again and burying her tongue in. She licked it as fast as she could and slipped her fingers in and fucked her roughly. 

Michelle was moaning into her pussy, rumbling with excitement, and kicking. It was becoming a lost cause to focus on eating her as the sensations grew with intensity. 

Michelle reveled in having her pussy her in her mouth and ass in her hands. She licked and sucked on her pussy lips. Afterwards, she finger-fucked Amelia. She was hotter and creamier than before. 

"Cum, baby. Cum for me," Michelle whispered as she saw her hips rocking hard. 

She fingered her fast, then faster, and with more speed still while groping an ass cheek. 

She released the grip on her ass and stung it with a long series of slaps while her fingers kept fucking her. She switched to eating her pussy again, sucking it, licking it with hunger. 

Amelia stopped giving Michelle attention as she clinched. She moaned and screamed with the big "O" sending shockwaves throughout her! Michelle didn't stop licking as she lapped up all of her cum. Amelia could do no more than collapse upon Michelle and rest. 

It was like a sauna, their bodies were sticky, and the scents of their sweat and juices filled the office. And in that moment in time, they couldn't have been happier. 

"Wow, you're amazing!" Amelia said as she rolled off Michelle and laid on her tummy. 

Michelle positioned herself next to her and they gazed into each other eyes. Michelle stroked Amelia's drenched hair with puffy cheeks. 

"And to think that you didn't want to do it at first." 

With her eyes still shut, Amelia said, "I was in shock. I always thought you were a beauty and a great friend but I didn't know how to handle it when I realized you liked me, too." 

"If you're still unsure, we don't have to do this again..." Michelle said as she pretended to move away but Amelia snatched her arm and pulled her back for another kiss. 

They got into it again but a noise outside rattled the girls and they attached to each other and shrieked! 

"Wha, what was that?" Michelle asked as her heart was thumping. 

Amelia clinched her tighter. "I don't know! I thought everyone had gone home! We should be okay. The door locks automatically when you close it. The only person that has a key is..." 

They heard footsteps stop outside of the door! The handle jiggled and they heard a click! 

They started to scramble for their garments but realized they were scattered across the floor and too far away. 

The door opened and there was Principal Marshall! 

He didn't move, not an inch, when he saw the women in their birthday outfits. Michelle was looking away with her bear hug still embracing Amelia and Amelia herself was frozen. She swallowed long and hard. 

Principal Marshall folded his arms into a pretzel. "I'm going to guess that whatever you two have been doing in here isn't on our list of extracurricular activities." The ladies didn't move a bit and sealed their eyes from the humiliation. "I believe both of you have a visit to the principal's office in your future! And I'm talking in the next ten minutes!" 

And just like that, he spun and disappeared back into the locker room. 

Michelle looked at Amelia and spoke through watery eyes. "I've never been so embarrassed! 'Sniff.' Where did he come from?" 

"I don't know and I can only imagine what he's going to talk to us about." 

Michelle wiped her tears. "Yeah, what are the odds that's not going to be a little awkward?" 

The women would eventually dress and take that long stroll to the principal's office...