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A Higher Education Ch. 01

By: val wrangler



I had no idea there was anything different about me until just after my 15th birthday. That's when I joined the Junior Varsity Football team and took my first public shower after a particularly strenuous practice. Bobby Larkin, the class clown, took one look at my pecker and let out a whoop.

"Hey everybody! Check out the elephant trunk between Derek's legs!"

To a shy guy like me, it was an incredibly embarrassing experience. Soon the word got around the school as such things do. What amazed me was that older girls began to talk to me. Now when you're in your teens, there is a huge gulf between 15-year-olds and 16-year-olds, but girls who are 18 never talk to someone 3 years younger. They're only interested in college dudes.

Suddenly senior girls were passing me in the hall saying, "Hi, Derek." I was pretty nerdy and rather gawky so it didn't go any farther. I often wonder what might have happened if I'd been a little more adept at talking to girls, instead of turning beet red and stammering.

The flip side was the extreme needling I took from all the guys because of my last name: Small. I'll leave it to you to imagine all the infantile variations on the joke. Usually those things die down after a month or two, but it kept up all through 10th and 11th Grade. If finally stopped in my senior year when I'd finally had enough and knocked a guy down. Having gotten pretty big and proven myself to be pretty mean, I was left alone.

I didn't lose my virginity until I was 18. It was to one of my mother's friends. She was looking in on me while my parents were out of town for a long weekend. She surprised me coming out of the shower. One thing led to another, and well, you know how it goes. We only did it that once. Both of us were too embarrassed by what had happened, I think, but she did her best to show me a good time.

After turning 18, though, I began feeling more comfortable with myself and could actually work up the nerve to ask girls out.

The next time I got intimate with a female was the summer after I graduated, and it was not a great experience. I went out with Nancy Groves and knew she had a bit of a reputation. I guess she had heard about me and was curious. Fumbling around in the back seat of my dad's car, she had my cock out pretty quickly. Not yet fully hard, I think she thought the stories had been exaggerated. As we continued to make out and remove our clothes, she seemed more interested in what I was doing to her and forgot about my cock. It wasn't until after I'd made her cum with my fingers (Thank you, Mrs. Jensen!), that she realized it wasn't my arm pressing into her leg, but my cock.

Sitting up, she got a good look at it. "Oh my God, Derek, it's huge!"

"It's just a cock."

"No, it isn't. That thing wouldn't look out of place on a horse."

Having worked in my family's riding stable since I was old enough to lift a bale of hay, I knew what horses' cocks looked like, and for some reason I took offense at her words. I was also incredibly excited and didn't want to not get some action after I'd worked hard to give Nancy a pretty good orgasm.

"So what does that mean?" I asked.

She bent over to take a closer look. Reaching out, she touched the end, pressing down. It sprang up, wobbling for a second. "Wow. That is a big one."

"Are you just going to leave me hanging?" I tried to make it not sound whiny.

Nancy touched my cheek with her palm. "Derek, honey, I was planning on letting you fuck me tonight. I'd heard that you were big, but this," she added, pointing down, "is a lot more than I care to try to handle."

"It's not THAT big."

"I've seen my share of cocks, and believe me, that thing is B-I-G." Leaning over the front seat, she began to rummage in her purse. "I have some hand lotion in here. How about if I just jerk you off?"

Well, she did do that and it was very nice, but I also have a big set of balls, and a teenager in such a randy state can produce a lot of semen anyway, and what happened at the end further shocked my date. Cum was everywhere in that back seat, mostly in her hair, and that's not easy to explain away when you walk into your house at the end of a date.

Suffice it to say, the ride home was pretty frosty. If I'd known then what I do now, I could have shown us both a great time, instead I was pretty freaked out. And the story spread quickly. The rest of that summer, girls would stare at my crotch, but they wouldn't come near.

Sometime in there, I got out a ruler and a piece of string and measured my tool. Fully erect, it was 10.5 inches long and 7.75 around. Working up the courage, I called my best friend Tom to get some perspective.

"I've heard through the grapevine that something happened between you and Nancy," he told me.

"What did you hear?" I asked, really concerned.

"Well, not to put it delicately, rumor is you have a baseball bat between your legs. All the guys are jealous."

"And the girls?"

"From what I've heard, curious, but for all their big words about their love lives, let's just say they're intimidated." There was silence for a moment. "Just how big is it? Have you measured it?"

"Um...yeah."

"And?"

"Seven and three-quarters inches."

"That's not all THAT big."

"Um, that's how big it is around. It's ten-and-a-half inches long."

Again silence on the line. "That's, ah, pretty big all right."

"Well, Nancy had me pretty turned on. It was probably bigger than usual."

"You're a hero, man," was all Tom said.

After that, things were a little strained between us. I found out years later from his ex-wife -- as she was happily riding my cock -- that Tom had the opposite problem from me.

I kept to myself the rest of the summer, thoroughly spooked. Some mothers must have overheard their daughters and sons talking and they came sniffing around, but doing it with my friends' moms just felt too weird to me. I know what you're thinking, but I just didn't get it at that point, and maybe that was a good thing. You're going to laugh, but I began to think that the size of my cock was a handicap.

That fall, in college and far away from my hometown, I took the responsibility of my parents' investment in my education very seriously. I'm smart and I was motivated, but there was a real problem living in a dorm. Freshman, once away from their families, tend to go a little nuts. My floor seemed to be party central seven nights a week and it was tremendously difficult to study. To top it off, my roommate was one of the most notorious culprits. He was going to be booted out for sure when grades came out, but I didn't think I could hold out until first term ended. The university library was nearly a twenty-minute walk from my dorm, but I made the trek every evening -- which got old very quickly. I was getting pretty frustrated.

The only recreation I allowed myself was a weekend touch football league. Our team was good and since I'm fairly big and fast, I was the star halfback. In late fall, after an intense game on an unusually warm Saturday afternoon, I decided to forego the long walk back to the dorm to take my shower because I was just dripping with sweat. So I showered with the team in the field house. Not wanting to be hassled about the size of my dick, I'd never done this before.

Waiting until everyone was finished, I headed for the shower with a towel around my waist. Unfortunately, someone had forgotten something and came back in as I was lathering my hair. When I heard him, I looked up and he was just staring between my legs. Without saying anything, he turned and left. I breathed a big sigh of relief. However, when I walked back into the locker room, Mike was dressed and sitting there with a thoughtful expression.

Turning to my locker, I took the towel off and quickly slipped on my boxers. God,I thought, he's going to hit on me. I mentally kicked myself for not trotting back to the dorm.

The rest of the team had left for a nearby pub and it was just Mike and me. Funny thing was, Mike had a girlfriend, or at least someone very pretty I'd seen him with a few times.

"Were you planning on coming out with the team for a beer? I want to talk to you about something."

"Um, I guess I could," I answered, relieved that he didn't want to go someplace else. If he wanted to make a pass at me, it wouldn't be when he was out with the team.

"Great. Let's get going."

I had my fresh clothes on quickly and in 15 minutes we were with a noisy bunch of guys, most bent on getting plastered as quickly as possible.

Sitting down at the far end of the long table, Mike wasted no time in opening the conversation. None of the team paid us any attention, as they whooped it up over a football game on the TV.

"I overheard you saying to Davy last week that you were getting tired of living in a dorm."

"Yeah."

"I may have a solution for you."

Here it comes, I thought. He's going to suggest I move in with him. Just roommates and then he'll hit on me.

"I'm planning on transferring to another university so I can live with Shelley. We're taking December to get it all together. Anyway, I was thinking you could take over the room I'll be leaving. I think you'd find it's just what you're looking for: quiet, nice and it's pretty reasonable, too."

"How much?"

"That's up to the landlady. She's a prof here at the university. Teaches something medieval, art, I think. She's not all that into taking in cash. It's more she likes having someone around."

He proceeded to tell me that the room was in a house not far from campus in a neighborhood where a lot of the faculty lived. The prof was a widow and the house was a big one. She loved it and didn't want to move and had the space, so she rented one room. Part of the deal was that the roomer had to help out around the house.

"What sorts of things?" I asked. "Yard work?"

Mike looked at me sort of strangely. "Some. She has a big garden and is a nut about it. Sometimes she needs help with heavy lifting and maybe a bit of weeding. It's not all that much. Occasionally there are some things inside the house, too. Trust me. You won't mind doing them. Anyway, it all keeps the cost down."

"So how much are you paying a month?"

"Three hundred dollars, room and board. And she's a fantastic cook."

"Jesus! That's nothing. What's the catch?"

"No catch."

I shook my head. There's always a catch when something is too good to be true.

"You don't believe me?" Mike asked. "Why don't you just go meet her? What do you have to lose?"

"I don't know..."

Mike leaned farther over the table. "Don't be a fool about this Derek. Trust me. This is a sweet, sweet deal. She'll even help you with your homework. So shall I set up a meeting with Doreen?"

"That's her name?"

"Yes. It was also her grandmother's name. Her middle name is Laurel. She might let you call her that," he grinned.

"Well...okay. Set it up. It's only going to cost me a bit of time, and I really would like to get out of the dorm."

Mike picked up his beer and smiled. "Just trust me."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

He left a message for me the next day at the front desk in the dorm: Be at 992 Forest Avenue this afternoon at 4:00. Call me if you can't make it. But just be there. She's not going to wait long to fill the vacancy.

I got there about 5 minutes early and found an older brick home, quite grand-looking and very tidy. It looked as if the shutters and trim had been freshly painted a deep forest green. It wasn't surprising to see two neat flower beds lining the front walk and lots of pruned shrubs against the house. I found a note on the front door saying that they were in the back yard.

Walking down the driveway and through a gate next to the brick garage, I stopped cold, stifling a gasp.

This curious professor's backyard looked like one of those flipping gardening magazines, and even though it was mid-November, you could tell it would look fantastic come spring.

I didn't see anyone around.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Hey Derek!" Mike answered, "we're down in the back. C'mon along."

Walking down the center of the yard, there were neat flowerbeds everywhere, some still containing blooming plants. Through the gap in a brick wall bisecting the yard, I could see more plants surrounding a large water garden, and at the far end, I spotted Mike and a woman, her back to me. My first impression was that she was rather tall.

She turned around, taking off her work gloves. I tried not to stare.

I couldn't tell you precisely what I was expecting but Doreen Laurel Jones-Gonzalez certainly was not it.

Mike was around 5 foot 8 and she was every bit as tall. She had a scarf on her head, but a few unruly dark brown locks had escaped. She had on a raggedy-ass old flannel shirt, out at the waist, and baggy jeans jammed into her rubber boots.

What had me staring, though, was that even with the grubby work clothes, it was obvious that she was a real beauty, and as I got closer, I was further surprised to see that she might have been in her mid-40s.

"Hi, I'm Doreen," she said, sticking out her hand. "Mike's told me all about you, Derek. I hear you're looking for new digs."

I felt pretty unnerved under her blue-eyed gaze. It was easy to see that she was a woman of many parts.

"Um...yeah," was all I could manage to get out.

"Great. Let's take a break, Mike," she said over her shoulder as she started for the house. "I need something to drink."

"I'll stay back here and finish off with the trimming, Doreen. I'll join you and Derek in a bit."

The back of the house had an old brick patio between two short wings at either end. Some comfortable wicker furniture was still out, and I sat down while Doreen disappeared into the house.

I looked out at the extensive plantings. I thought that I'd found my hitch in this seemingly great deal. This was a hell of a lot of garden for even 2 people to manage. Doreen's house was on a lot easily 200 feet long. I also knew the walled garden in the back would be warm enough to start spring off a few weeks early. The roomers were being used as cheap labor.

"You don't have to do as much work as Mike does for me, you know," came a voice from behind me.

Doreen appeared carrying a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses. Putting it down on the nearby table, she poured us each a glass and handed me one with a welcoming smile on her face. Gone was the scarf and her pulled back hair looked as if it would fall to her shoulders if she let it down.

Taking her seat, she asked, "So, Derek, are there any questions I could answer for you? I'll take you up to see the room as soon as I've had my well-deserved drink."

We talked for ten minutes or so and I found it hard to take my eyes off her. As is the case with young men, it wasn't just her face I was looking at. Underneath the baggy clothes it was obvious she had a slender body. Her breasts didn't appear to be huge, and while I couldn't be certain with the baggy shirt, I didn't think she was wearing a bra.

Chatting away about my life at the school, I didn't hear Mike walk up. Grabbing a glass, he filled it up and drained it in one long draft.

"Man! I needed that," he said and Doreen laughed. "So what do you think, Derek. Interested in the room?"

"He hasn't even looked at it yet, Michael. Why don't you take him up to see it, and while you're at it, take a shower. You're a sweaty mess."

"That's your fault, professor, for working your students too hard," Mike shot right back.

I was a bit confused by the exchange. To my ear, it sounded almost like the repartee between a married couple. Shows how naive I was back then...

The room was on the second floor, at one end of the hall. It was pretty large and furnished with very nice furniture. Since this was back at the time where computers weren't as common as they are now, I was surprised by the screen sitting on Mike's rather large desk. Everything in the room was neat and tidy.

"So what do you think?" Mike asked.

"How much of this furniture is yours?"

"None of it. Even the computer is included."

"You're kidding."

He shook his head. "Nope. I told you this was a sweet deal."

"How come you're leaving then?"

"One reason only: I fell in love."

"Shelley is a nice girl."

"That's not quite what I meant."

Mike turned away and left the room before I could gather my wits to ask him any questions. Curiouser and curiouser.

I went downstairs and found the two of them in the kitchen. Doreen was cutting up some vegetables at a counter and Mike was sitting at the table with some papers in his hand. Both looked up as I entered.

"So, Derek," Doreen asked. "What do you think?"

"I seem to be getting that question a lot today," I answered, looking hard at Mike who studiously kept his head down. "I guess we need to talk details."

"I understand. Why don't we go to my study?"

Her study had a very businesslike look to it, almost masculine. There was none of the froufrou you associate with some women's workspace. Two walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling book shelves, there was a comfortable-looking padded leather chair with an accompanying small table and reading lamp, and the last wall had a large, ornate desk in front of a window overlooking the backyard. There was one oil painting, a few framed diplomas and on her desk were two photographs of an older gentleman, one a formal portrait, and the other, a vacation shot with a much younger Doreen, looking even more stunning than she did now.

"My late husband," Doreen said when she saw me looking at it.

She sat at the desk's swivel chair and I took the leather chair.

"So Derek, you seem like a nice, serious young man. I'd be willing to take you on as my boarder if you're willing. Mike has spoken very highly of you, as well. Do you have any questions?"

"Mike mentioned that he's paying $300 a month including room and board. He said the cost is low because he helps you with yard work. Exactly how much would you expect me to do?"

"You don't like gardening?"

I shrugged. "I've never really done much, except for mowing the lawn and shoveling snow. My parents keep a riding stable and I worked out there most of the time, if that's any help."

"It certainly is. I have a pair of very fine hunter jumpers at a stable just outside the city. I can always use help with them." She smiled. "And of course you could mow the lawns and shovel snow, if you insist. Let's just say, I'll charge you no more than $400 per month, and depending on how much help you can give me, I'll deduct that from the price."

"That sounds pretty good. My parents aren't rich and they're probably going to hit the roof when they find out I'm moving out of the dorm. I'll do as much as I can to help you. Between my savings and what they can afford, I should be able to just squeak through."

"If they're worried I could write to them or call."

"That might help. My mom can be pretty protective."

"When can you move in?"

"I thought Mike was staying until the end of the month."

"No. We've agreed that he's going to move out tomorrow."

"Oh. Well, I don't have much stuff. We fit everything I brought into my dad's car. I could see if I could borrow someone's car or rent a van or something."

"So you drive?"

"Yes, ma'am. Most farm kids learn to drive when we're too young to really do it. It's just a matter of making it legal when the time comes."

She stood and held out her hand again. "Well, Derek Small, looks like we have a deal. I teach most mornings and some afternoons, so please give me a call to tell me when you're moving in. I'd like to be here."

"Oh, I won't need any help."

"Nonetheless, I would like to be here."

She led me to the front door, and the view of her rear end was as enticing as the rest her. I mentally slapped myself for thinking such thoughts. The best way to getting myself turfed from this very nice situation would be to even give her a hint of where my gutter mind was taking me.


A Higher Education Ch. 01



-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I couldn't get things together until Friday because of an exam and a paper that was due. My new landlady told me she'd be home all day, so I skipped my classes, rented a car because it was cheaper, loaded all my junk in and arrived at her house promptly at 11:00.

Over my protests, she helped me cart all my things in. By the time I took the car back and returned to the house, it was nearly 2:00.

"So, Derek, here we are," she said as she opened the front door for me. "I'm making Boeuf Bourguignon for dinner. Would you like to dine with me? I'm sure you're quite hungry."

"That's beef stew, right?"

She made a wry expression. "Yes, it is. The French always put fancy names on things, don't they?"

"I wouldn't know, ma'am."

"Why don't you go upstairs and get yourself settled. Dinner at 6:00, all right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

She poured some wine with the meal. Now I hadn't had much to do with wine at that time, but I thought this tasted pretty darn fine with her fancy beef stew. As a matter of fact, it was the best meal I'd ever eaten.

I found it amazing that this beautiful and accomplished woman hadn't had some rich so-and-so snatch her up years ago. I was very curious as to why this was, but wouldn't have asked in a million years.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

We quickly settled into a nice routine. Most evenings she'd be home in the kitchen when I arrived from school. She'd often cook for us. Sometimes I'd have to fend for myself, but I was free to use whatever I found. Breakfast was generally a matter of cereal and toast with a bit of fruit, but occasionally Doreen would make something nice like waffles or more of what I called her "exotic food". I'd been brought up by a pretty much meat and potatoes mom, so these foreign meals were a revelation.

Sometime late in the second week, I think it was a Friday or maybe a Saturday, we were sitting in the living room after another fine meal with a French name, finishing our bottle of wine when Doreen started talking about her dead husband.

"Ramon took me under his wing when I was a doctoral student. It was at another university," she said partway into her soliloquy. He was such a brilliant chemist and a very fine teacher. There was an immediate attraction between us and it didn't take too long to fall in love. When a chair opened up at this university, he was headhunted by the chancellor long and hard. The deal was sealed when they agreed to also bring me in as an associate professor. I did have the credentials to get a position on my own, but it would be so perfect if we could work in the same place. Since we'd be working in different departments, there would be no eyebrows raised. You see, Ramon was 25 years older than I, and even back then, fraternizing between profs and students was frowned on.

"He taught me so much about life, food, wine, gardening, nearly everything I now hold so dear. It was a horrible, horrible day when he was taken from me."

I didn't know what to say and mumbled something lame about being sorry for her loss.

"It was 14 years ago, Derek, and I've gotten over it, but I think about him every single day and always will." She put down her empty wine glass. "Now, I've gone on long enough. Tell me about yourself."

I went on for several minutes about my family and high school, what I hoped to become when I got out of university -- and how grateful I was to finally be out of that noisy, distracting dorm.

She arched an eyebrow. "Not many freshman would talk like that, in my experience. Let them loose on their own and they tend to go nuts for a little while. Eventually most come to their senses and get to work. Others find that college life isn't for them. What do you do for fun? Do you have a girlfriend? Someone special back home?"

I'm sure I blushed ferociously. "Ah, no. No girlfriends."

Actually, I blushed more from what I'd been thinking at that moment than by her actual question. 

Sitting on the sofa across from me, Doreen was lounging back into a corner, legs curled under her. The soft light of a lamp behind her made a halo of her hair, not pinned up for once. She had on a cream-colored blouse that was open enough to show just a hint of cleavage and a skirt that came down almost to her knees, so it had hiked up a bit when she'd sat down. (She had lovely legs.) Her feet were bare. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I think she had to be aware of it. At the point where she'd asked about girlfriends, I'd been imagining her sitting the same way -- but completely naked. In my pants something was stirring.

"So you're footloose and fancy free, Derek Small."

"I guess you could say that."

"Don't want to get entangled at this stage and all that?"

Boy, there was a loaded question. There was no way I could let her in one the fact that I was severely handicapped by a penis that scared the girls off.

"It would be nice to go out on the occasional date, I suppose," I answered, trying hard not to blush again. "I'm a bit shy around girls, actually."

"Is that all?" she laughed. "When I met Ramon, I was the same way, around boys, of course. You should have seen me, I looked like Suzy Librarian, hair all pulled back, long skirts, big glasses, and of course never any make-up. Somehow he saw through all that."

Our talk drifted away into harmless topics like campus politics, current events and such after that until it was time to go to bed.

On my way out of the bathroom later on, I glanced down the hall to the opposite end of the upstairs hall to her bedroom door, which was normally shut. Tonight it was ajar and I could see her light was still on.

I don't know what possessed me, but I crept down the hall silently and when I was about 5 feet away, I could see in a bit. Just in my line of sight, I could watch her sitting at her vanity table, rubbing some cream into her face. She'd been in the shower ahead of me and still had her bathrobe on. I crept a bit closer in order to see better.

Finally, she rose from the table, stretched luxuriously and turning so her profile was to me, slipped her robe from her shoulders. I stifled a gasp as it fell to the floor. She was completely naked.

I watched breathlessly as she cupped her breasts in each hand, moving them until her fingers gripped her nipples which she twisted and pulled quite roughly. Then her hands drifted down her body, brushing along her stomach, down to her thighs, her ass and eventually between her legs. Arching her back, her breasts rose with her nipples jutting out. My God she was beautiful.

"Derek, come in here please."

When I heard her speak, my legs started shaking and even though I wanted to race back to the safety of my room, I couldn't be sure I wouldn't fall to the floor in a quivering mass.

"Derek, I know you're out there. I saw your reflection in the mirror on my vanity."

When I still didn't move, she calmly walked over to the door and opened it. I was certain I was going to be screamed at and booted to the door immediately. Why had I gone down that hall?

Doreen reached out and took my hand. "Derek, come in. We need to talk. Now."

Then the most embarrassing thing of all happened, she looked down. So did I.

The front of my bathrobe was sticking out obscenely.

"My, my... Michael was not kidding when he said that you're hung." She literally dragged me into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

I was a complete zombie as she led me to her bed and sat me down. Pulling up the chair from her vanity, she turned it around and sat down, leaning forward against the chair back. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I could not keep my eyes from looking down between her open legs where I was surprised to see that it was shaved down by her lips and neatly trimmed above. This was long before the time that it was almost expected for women to be shaved.

I looked up and realized she knew exactly where I'd been staring.

"Ever seen one before, Derek?" she asked, grinning wryly.

"Um, um...yes, ah no, ah, sort of...yes," I babbled.

"Stand up and take your robe off."

It wasn't said unkindly, but it was definitely an order.

In a mental fog, I didn't question it, but just stood and slipped my robe off. For a good 30 seconds I waited while she just stared -- but I did, too. Between her legs, I watch as her outer lips turned red and the slit women have down there sort of slowly opened up. I knew the basic layout of a female's plumbing from my previous 2 sexual encounters, but this was the first time I'd ever had a really good look at a pussy. When I thought that forbidden word "pussy", I felt my cock give one throb then another.

The silence between us stretched almost beyond bearing. The air in that bedroom was positively electric.

Finally, she spoke without lifting her eyes, "Very nice." Then came another order. "Look at me, Derek."

I almost started giggling, her words seemed so absurd. That's precisely what I was doing.

"At me face, dear boy, at my face."

She was staring at me now, right into my eyes and the expression on her face made my cock throb again.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

So I did, simple as that. It took about 5 minutes along with several questions from her.

"What did Michael tell you about me? About our relationship?"

"Nothing. He didn't say anything. He just said he was moving out of his room and asked if was interested. That's all."

"Good. That's what I was hoping you'd say. You see, all my young men are sworn to secrecy. I couldn't afford to have anything get out."

"Huh?"

Not the most sensible remark, but my sluggish brain didn't seem to want to slip into gear. Where was all this going? I got the feeling she might be toying with me for some completely unfathomable reason.

"Do you want me to teach you about women, Derek? Teach you how to make love to a woman -- properly? Teach you techniques that will make her scream out your name as she has an orgasm? Teach you things that will make her come to your bed night after night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it clear?" She looked at me for a moment longer. "No, I can see that it isn't. Come over here." When I didn't move, she shook her head. "I won't bite. Promise."

I took the 3 steps to reach her. I'd barely gotten there when she reached out and grabbed my erection. For a moment, she used both hands to caress it, pulling and squeezing. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Then she suddenly stopped and let it go.

"This is a very nice cock you've got. You know that?"

"Girls have said it's too big."

"Nonsense! A cock can never be too big -- if you know how to use it. Do you want to learn about that, Derek Small?" Then she laughed. I knew what she was thinking and it made me blush.

As if she could see into my head, she slowly got off the turned around chair, moved it aside and then wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing herself against me. I realized a moment later, that she'd stood up on tiptoes so that my cock ran right between her legs. She rested the side of her face against my chest.

We stayed like that for a few moments, before Doreen spoke again. I could feel her voice vibrating in my chest.

"Derek, I lied to you earlier this evening. I still love my late husband with all my heart. I always will until I die. We were soul mates in every sense of that hackneyed term. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I think I do," I answered, and right then, I believe I did.

"As I said, Ramon taught me many, many things, and one of the most important things was about sex between a man and a woman. I don't know how you were brought up, but I believe that the best sex you can have is when it's between two people who are very much in love.

"But that also doesn't mean that two people who aren't in love can't have terrific sex, especially if they know what they're doing, or at least one of them does. Do you understand that?"

I would have gone on agreeing with anything this woman said as long as she didn't move. I still cannot describe what it felt like to really hold someone for the first time, just hold them. The fact that she had my cock trapped between her legs had nothing to do with it, either. Well...almost nothing.

Doreen continued to speak softly. "I have only two rules, Derek, and they must never be broken. If they are, you will be out of this house immediately and I will never speak to you again."

She pulled away, sliding off my throbbing cock. I felt as if my favorite toy had been taken away. I wanted to pull her back against me, but looking into her eyes, I saw that would be a bad idea.

"Derek, if you ever tell a soul what goes on in this house, I mean so much as a whisper, you're gone. Do you agree to that?"

"Yes."

"Louder, Derek, and look into my eyes when you say it."

"Yes. I agree. I'll never say so much as a word."

She nodded, her expression unreadable. "And you cannot fall in love with me. If you fall in love with me, you're gone. Michael fell in love with me and that's why he's gone. I won't make you agree to that, because love is not something that can be ordered around. I am just warning you now. I want you to be very clear on that before we can proceed."

"I will try my hardest not to fall in love with you."

She tilted back her head and laughed long and hard. Wiping her eyes at the end of it, she shook her head at me. "I can see that you're going to become a very special man. Now, I have to have some more of that." She reached out towards my cock, still throbbing patiently.

"Wait," I said.

"What is it?"

"What should I call you?" 

Since I'd moved in, I hadn't felt comfortable calling her by her first name. She was almost old enough to be my mother. Calling her by her last name seemed clumsy and unworkable, especially after what she'd just said to me.

She looked up at me curiously. "What would you like to call me?"

"Mike said your middle name was Laurel. You look more like a Laurel to me than a Doreen. I suppose that sounds stupid to you."

Leaning in, she kissed my cheek. "Okay. Laurel it is, then. You are very special."

"Why do you say that?"

"Ask me again sometime."

She moved forward, standing once more on her tiptoes and mounted my cock, the same way she had before, but more slowly this time, more lovingly, more erotically. It was hair-raising what it felt like as I slid along between her very wet lips.

"Hold me around my waist." I did as she asked and she leaned back like a willow sapling bending in the wind. Once or twice she wiggled back and forth. "Oh that is nice. You have the most beautiful cock I've seen in a long time, perhaps ever. And I certainly couldn't do something like this on anything but a cock this long."

She looked up at me with heavily lidded eyes and a blush on her cheeks. It was a look I'd get to know well in the three years I lived with Laurel, it was the look of a woman in heat.

"Are you ready for your first lesson, Derek, honey?"

"Yes, Laurel."

"Good. The first thing a man needs to know is very important: it usually takes a woman longer to achieve orgasm than it does a man. If you want a woman to remember you many years later, you must give her as many orgasms as you can before you have your own."

"I understand."

"No, you don't, unless you're some kind of genius. The trick is to keep yourself under control, and that is a very, very hard thing to learn, especially if the woman is really enjoying herself. But you must be strong and concentrate. You have to learn to control when you orgasm. It will probably take a long time to learn, but we'll start tonight. Now, when I do this a few times, does it feel as if you're going to lose control?"

Still leaning back, she flexed her hips and my cock almost slipped out as she moved away. At just the right time, she reversed directions and slid back against me. By the third one, despite my best efforts, I was perilously close to cumming. Laurel somehow sensed that and immediately stopped moving, but still held me between her legs.

"Not bad. Michael barely lasted two strokes the first time we made love. Can you hold me up with only one arm?"

"I think so."

"Okay. Look down between us. Do you know what a woman's clitoris looks like?"

"Yes. Mrs. Jensen showed me hers and made me suck it and I rubbed Nancy's until she came."

"Good. Then you probably have the basics down. See how mine is sticking out a bit? That's actually its hood. My clit is under that and I'll tell you right now, a clit is a very sensitive thing and has to be treated gently most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"Yes. But sometimes they like it a little rough. I'll show you everything you need to know, but not tonight. Tonight mine wants it nice and gentle -- and slow. You need a light touch. Oh, and one more very important thing: clits hate being rubbed when they're dry. Never rub a woman's clit when there's no lubrication. Understand?"

"I think so."

"We'll see. Now, where do you think you can find some lubrication for my aching clitoris?"

"I could use saliva."

"You could, but there's something better at hand."

I was stumped for a moment, dolt that I was, until I got a whiff of her rising scent.

"I could use your juices."

She grinned up at me. "Good boy. Got it in two. I'll move back a little, like this," and she slid back on my cock, "and you get a good bit of my lubrication on the hand you're going to rub me with. Gently! Got enough? Good. Now I'll slide back down and bend back a little further. Don't let me fall or I'll kill you! Yes. That's it. See how my clitty is sticking up? Can you see her peeking out from under her hood?"

"Yes."

"I figured you would. You can tell when a woman is really aroused by how hard her clit is. Touch her gently. I'll bet mine's very hard."

"Yes, she is." It seemed a little strange referring to a clit as she, but I suppose it made sense.

"Now rub very gently and slowly all around her. There's a nice smooth area. Lighter and slower, Derek, lighter and slower. There. Oh lordy, you're a fast learner. Just like that. Mmmmm..."

She started to move back and forth on my cock again. Her hands dangled at her sides and her face had a look of extreme concentration. I don't know what Laurel was feeling but what she was doing to me felt bloody marvelous. When I got close again, she stopped. So did I.

"No, no, Derek. You keep going. Remember it takes me longer to get there than it does you. You want me to orgasm before you take your pleasure."

I continued to rub her as I fought to keep from cumming. The thought that I was holding this beautiful and accomplished woman so intimately was a very heady one -- and erotically electrifying, so it was very difficult to control myself.

As I masturbated Laurel, she kept her body and head bent back, and her eyes were shut tight. I began to figure out what felt best for her by the way she responded to my touch. Things were subtle but obvious: deeper breathing, little sighs, her body would quiver whenever I had things just right. I noticed immediately that if I moved my finger with the same pressure and in the same place for too long, she'd stop responding as strongly. So change was good -- if it was subtle.

"You're doing so well, Derek," Laurel sighed as she began to slide back and forth again. I could feel her lubrication dripping onto my legs as she'd get close. "So very well. Mmmm...that's so nice."

"Laurel?"

"Yes, dear?" she asked, lifting up her head and opening her eyes.

"Could I be inside you now?"

"No, dear, not now. Tonight we're doing this."

I was getting close again and the disappointment of not being able to properly make love to her, made me wilt a bit. Laurel dropped her head back as she stopped moving again, my fingers pressed tightly between our bodies as they continued to rub around her clitoris.




A Higher Education Ch. 01



Just as it was becoming clear I wouldn't be able to hold her up with my one arm much longer, she began to tremble.

I asked, "Are you getting close?"

"Oh yes. Start rubbing my clit more directly now and slightly more firmly. When I tell you to, I want you to squeeze her firmly but not hard. Got that? Firm but not hard."

"Got it."

"Good. Keep doing that. The pressure is just right."

She began to move again and I noticed that the flushing of her skin had spread from her cheeks to her throat and down onto her chest. Laurel was breathing more rapidly now and her body had a light sheen of sweat.

As she slid along my cock slowly, my excitement was building very rapidly, but she was concentrating so much on her own erotic experience that I was afraid she'd forgotten about me.

"I think I'm going to cum," I said.

Her head snapped up and she looked into my eyes. "So am I, Derek, darling. You are doing so...well. Now, I'm going to move a bit. Hold my waist very tightly."

With that, she put her arms around my neck, shifted when she was back towards the end of my throbbing cock, and smoothly lifted herself off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Back up closer to the wall, Derek. That's it." She moved her legs again and rested the soles of her feet on the bedroom wall behind me. Looking deeply into my eyes, she said, "Now we'll both cum," as she slid slowly down onto my cock. It took a few times to get it all in, but eventually our crotches were touching.

Even after all these years, I still remember exactly what it felt like to be inside Laurel for the first time. It was as if my cock was in a warm, velvet-lined vise. I could tell Laurel was gripping me even harder as she moved herself back, then loosening as she slammed forward again.

"Oh my God! Derek, your cock is bloody marvelous. I've never had one that far up inside me."

"I'm going to cum now, Laurel. I can't hold back. I'm so sorry."

Her sweating, straining face suffused with the most beautiful smile. "Don't be, Derek, my sweet lover," she gasped. "Squeeze my clitty now, Derek, squeeze it now! Make me cum, too."

I did as she said and she made one more violent out-thrust and in-thrust and we both came massively together.

I thought I would drop her as she writhed against me, gasping and moaning. It was as if she was having a fit and I feared something might have gone very wrong. At the same time, it felt as if my soul was pouring out through my penis as it swelled and pulsed inside her, filling her with my seed.

As my orgasm began to recede, I opened my eyes and looked down. Quivering a bit, Laurel still had that beautiful smile on her face. It was the expression of a very satisfied woman and over our time together I always strove my hardest to put that smile on her face.

"Do you have enough strength to carry me to the bed?" she asked in a tired voice. "If not, I might just be able to float over."

I moved a bit stiffly over the few steps to her large bed, the two of us still joined together. The bed was high off the floor, so I could basically just lean down a bit and lay her back. Stepping away, her legs flopped over the side and Laurel lay there, breathing hard, eyes still shut.

"You still felt hard when you pulled out of me."

"Not as hard as I was."

"I so love young men," she sighed and put her head up, flashing me a conspiratorial smile. "Could you go down the hall and turn on the shower? Then come back for me. I want to wash you off and to feel your hands on me, but first I want to float here just a while longer.

It was the first of many, many showers or baths or swims we shared together. Laurel loved water, I found. It was also the first time she brought me off with her hands, and the difference between her and that stupid Nancy girl was like the difference between someone playing a Rachmaninoff piano concerto and a child banging away on "Chopsticks".

As I lay alone in my room that night, my head was positively swimming. How had I lucked into this sweet, sweet deal? Laurel could be damn sure I wouldn't blab to anyone about what was happening between. There was no way I wanted to ruin this situation.

But I also realized that the other part of the deal between us would be much harder to keep. Impossible, really. You see, as I drifted off to sleep, I knew I was already in love with her.



A Higher Education Ch. 02



By the way, I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this is the back story to Derek Small, one of the protagonists in my story "Betrayal". Sorry about that!

When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, it was as if nothing had happened the night before.

Laurel was seated at the table with a cup of coffee, a piece of toast and the Sunday Times. She barely glanced up at me as I walked in, and I have to say that I felt somewhat hurt, certainly confused, and maybe a little angry, too.

Grabbing a mug, I filled it with coffee and sat down opposite her. After a full five minutes, I got up to fix some cereal and a banana.

"Could you get me a banana, too, Derek?" Laurel asked from behind the paper.

I put it in front of her and got down to business with my breakfast. Pulling over the sports section, I opened it and tried to interest myself in the scores of the previous day's football games. A thousand things were going through my head that prevented anything from sinking in.

Was Laurel trying to show me who was boss? That I really meant nothing to her? That I was just a little "diversion" in her busy life?

By the time she put the paper down ten long minutes later, and looked across the table at me, I was thoroughly miserable.

"How are you feeling right now, Derek?" she asked, her tone neutral. "Speak honestly."

I took a deep breath. All right. She'd asked for it. "Honestly? A little bit used. Didn't last night mean anything to you?"

"Of course it did. But that was last night."

Her words were like a slap to my face, a very hard one. I flushed hard, but mostly due to anger. How dare she?

Laurel's expression didn't change. "Angry? Hurt?"

"You could say that."

"So you think I just used you for my own ends last night."

"That pretty obvious by the way you're treating me now."

"So it is. I want you to sear into your brain what you're feeling at this moment. I want this memory to be fresh for you twenty years from now."

I slouched back into my chair. "I think I'll be able to remember it, Laurel, dear," I answered, wondering whether I'd be able to get back into my old dorm room again.

"Derek! Look at me! And concentrate. Remember this moment in all its detail."

Her words again had the same impact as a hard slap. What the fuck was going on? I don't think I'd ever felt so low, so miniscule. How could she do this? How could she be so cruel?

We stayed like that for a good minute. I was trying hard not to start crying.

"Derek, please stand up."

For some reason, I did that without even thinking. Laurel also rose and came to me, wrapping her arms around me, and resting her head on my chest as she had the evening before. I didn't respond. Fuck her.

"Derek, honey, I'm not that cruel. It was easy to see how much my words and actions just hurt you. I did it for a reason, though, and I asked you to concentrate so you'd remember this lesson." She stepped back and looked at me. "I want you to remember just how awful this feels so you never do the same thing to someone. Just reverse the situation here today: you've seduced a girl or woman, made her think you cared for her at least superficially, and once you've taken your satisfaction on her, you just cast her aside. We females are most vulnerable just after we've been bedded the first time. Does he still respect me? Did I measure up? Does he even still like me?" Laurel's expression softened. "Now you know just how awful it feels when someone tramples on that. Never do it to a lover. Never! Will you promise me that?" 

I took a deep breath before answering. "I promise."

"Good. Now kiss me, dear boy."

I bent my head to her, and after what we'd done the previous evening, you'll laugh to know that it was the first time we'd really kissed. Like everything else with this remarkable woman, it was a revelation, tender, warm, very passionate and erotically overwhelming. One part of my brain was trying to analyze just what she was doing to achieve this and copy it, giving as good as I was getting, but the more animal part of my brain was quickly responding. Talk about going from an extreme low to a rushing high at breakneck speed. All my previous anger just drained away.

The timeless moment ended when Laurel pulled back. Her expression was curiously mocking. "Oh you'll do very well -- and you're a quick learner. That was most satisfactory." She went back to her seat after pouring a bit more coffee for both of us. "What do you have on today?"

My heart rate kicked up a notch as I thought she might be ready to have some more fun. "I have a paper to finish for tomorrow and some studying for a quiz, a bit of reading for two classes. Not all that much. What did you have in mind?"

"I have some papers to grade and that will take most of the morning. Later this afternoon, I should go out to see my ponies at the stable." She paused for a long moment. "But in between, I thought we might continue your special lessons. Today I thought that we'd work on oral sex."

As she was speaking, she'd been peeling the banana in front of her. I watched as she held it at the bottom, opened her mouth and slipped the entire thing in, slowly and sensually, until only the bottom inch was visible. Seeing that eight inches of fruit disappear into her mouth nearly made my hair stand on end. It did make something else stand up. Her eyes were focused on me the entire time. Slowly, she withdrew it. Biting the end off, she passed the banana across the table as she rose to her feet.

"Now you make sure that homework is all done when I call you."

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"Gently hold me open with the fingers of your left hand," Laurel told me as I knelt between her thighs. "But don't open it too much -- not yet, at least."

Shortly before 1:00 that Sunday, she had called to me from the bottom of the stairs. I hadn't finished all my reading yet, but the rest of my homework was completed. The way it sounded, she could have been calling me down for lunch. Actually, I was sort of hungry. I was about to get a meal of a different kind.

Laurel took my hand and led me into the living room. The front drapes were drawn, but in the window facing the backyard, you could see the wind whipping the snow here and there as it fell. A nice fire was burning and in front of it, she'd put a large rug made of stitched-together lambskins.

She still had on her jeans and a sweater, but her feet were bare. As she bent over to stir the fire and place on another log, I noticed with some satisfaction that these jeans were much more snug than what she usually wore and showed off her marvelous heart-shaped ass perfectly. I was also certain she was aware of what she was showing me.

Turning she smiled. "Now, undress me slowly and as sensuously as you can. Make me ache for you desperately."

"You mean you don't already?"

She made a mock-disgusted expression. "Pretend you are seducing me for the first time."

I had no idea what she expected, not having much experience at this sort of thing. It seemed to me that the operative word here was "slowly", and last night she told me to watch how she responded, so I went about the job just that way.

Moving behind her, I gripped her upper arms, almost pinning them at her sides. Bending down, I gently kissed the side of her long neck since her hair was currently up. She immediately tilted her head to give me more access. The next several minutes I spent with my lips busy on both sides of her neck, then I began to also stroke her arms, and discovered by observation that the fronts of her elbows seemed to be an erogenous zone. Using just my fingertips, I lightly caressed those two areas and was rewarded by a low moan and her leaning back against me. The feel of her butt pushing against my already-hardening cock made me more excited, but I forced myself to keep it slow.

"I want to play with your breasts, darling Laurel," I breathed into her ear, as I transferred my hands to her shoulders. "Will you let me do that?"

"Oh yes," she sighed, either playing her part consummately or really getting into it.

I pulled her arms up for her and she stood there while I achingly slowly inched the bulky sweater up her arms, making sure that the cable stitching on the front dragged over her nipples firmly. Laurel quivered as the last of the sweater made up and over them. As her neck appeared again, I rained kisses down on it while she began to hump her ass against me. Once free of her body, I tossed the sweater across the room.

Laurel sighed as I began caressing her shoulders again, but now my objective was lower and far more enticing. Sliding my hands down to the inside of her elbows again, I warmed them up a bit more, then slid my hands over until they were on her torso just below her breasts.

My only real experience with breasts and nipples was with Mrs Jenson who only wanted me to reach around her back as I was fucking her from behind and then pull her nipples hard as she came for the third time. Somehow I didn't think Laurel would appreciate that treatment at the moment.

I began to rub her tummy lightly with the backs of my fingertips, going up the sides of her torso and back across the upper part of her chest, all the while completely avoiding her breasts. While doing this, I was again kissing her neck and shoulders. Eventually and probably too soon, curiosity got the better of me and I lightly floated the palms of my hands across her breasts. Despite the warmth of the room, her nipples were hard little pebbles and she quivered again as I lightly brushed them.

Coming to rest in my cupped palms, her mounds made nice handfuls, not too big and not too small. They were surprisingly firm. Keeping my palms where they were, I caressed her nipples using my thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and pinching them lightly.

Laurel sighed. "That feels so very good, Derek. Mmmm..." She pressed her delicious ass into me, rotating it a bit. "Just keep doing that. Twist them a little, too. Oh yes..."

I began to use sort of a milking motion squeezing and twisting them more and more and letting her responses guide me. She turned her head. "Kiss me, Derek, kiss me hard."

I did and while it was a bit awkward in that position, it was very satisfactory. Our tongues met, lips sucked on lips and things got pretty feverish in short order. Laurel was panting a bit now, grinding her ass into me and if felt as if my cock was going to burst.

Suddenly, she took a deep breath and then let it out in a low moan as her body shook against me. "Ahhhhhhhhh..."

I held her up with one of my hands flat against her stomach as her orgasm began to taper off. After maybe 30 seconds, she chuckled.

"I didn't expect that to happen!"

"Was that a good orgasm?"

"Oh yes, dear boy."

"So I done good?"

Her left hand snaked between us and found my erection, not that that was very difficult.

"Yes, Derek, honey, more than good. I have cum before having my nipples played with, but I hadn't planned on you doing that to me today." She put her head back against my chest. "You're full of surprises."

I slid my hands down to her waistband. "I've never really undressed a woman before," I told her as I unsnapped them.

She kissed my cheek. "Well, you've made a hell of a great start. Just keep doing what seems to be coming so naturally to you."

Her zipper slid down next and I slid my right hand in. She didn't have any panties on and her pussy was very wet. As I slid my middle finger down her slit, it bumped into the hardness of her clit. Obviously, she was still very turned on. I began to rub.

"Oh no you don't!" she laughed as she straightened up and stepped away from me. "You're not getting me under your power that easily."

"That's not what you want?"

"I have other diversions in mind. Now help me get these jeans off."

As I knelt in front of her, she shimmied while I pulled. My head was quite near the junction of her legs. The scent of her excitement made my head swim: dark, musky and spicy all at once. I'd never smelled anything as intoxicating.

She kicked away her jeans gracefully and stood in front of me unabashedly naked. "Are you ready to learn how to eat a woman properly? How to make her come back for more from your tongue and fingers?"

"Certainly," I answered, beginning to loosen my belt buckle, "but don't you want me to take my clothes off first?"

"No. There's something decidedly wicked for a woman to be the only naked person in the room."

Laurel moved over to one of the overstuffed armchairs that sat at right angles at either end of the sofa. She sat down, slouched back and threw one leg over each arm in a decidedly unladylike position.

I stared at her pussy for a good minute. Like the previous evening it had turned red and looked swollen. Her inner lips were protruding and slightly open, glistening in the firelight. At the top of her slit, I could easily see the hood covering her clit, which I already knew was nicely hard and ready.

"How do I look?" she asked coquettishly.

"Can't you tell by my pants?"

My cock was uncomfortably confined in my jeans, but if she wanted me to remain clothed, I figured I could put up with it awhile.

"Come over here and kneel on the floor." That's when she told me how to hold her open.

Figuring that licking her clit was much the same as rubbing it, I began to try to do that.

"No, no. Make your tongue flat and soft. Do it lightly and slowly at the beginning, and don't forget to lick down lower, too. It feels very nice for a woman if her lover licks the opening to her vagina. Stick your tongue inside, as well, from time to time. There. That's it. Mmmm, that feels very nice. Now move up again to my clit, but only tease it. Make me long to have you to lick it harder. Make me ask for it. Make me beg. Take me to the brink and then don't let me cum."

I stopped licking and looked up. "How will I know when you're going to cum?"

"My hips will start moving. I might moan more and the flow from my pussy will increase."

"Will you flush like you did last night?"

"Oh you noticed that, did you? Yes, I will. I do that when I'm really turned on," she answered as I went back to work, then groaned, "like now."

I discovered that day the joy of making a woman cum with my mouth. The taste, the aroma, the way she wiggled and squirmed, all of that had me very, very turned on, to the point where I had to do something about freeing my cock because the pain was distracting me. So while I continued to assault Laurel with my tongue, I surreptitiously opened my jeans and let the monster out.

By watching for signs, it was easy to spot when she was going to blow. The easiest tell was the way she pursed her lips as she got close. She was also tweaking her own nipples now, and as she approached the point of no return, she'd tweak and twist them more frantically. I decided to keep that information to myself. A guy has to have some mystique to his loving, doesn't he?

Four times I brought Laurel to the brink. She told me to make her beg, and I was going to do that. Besides, when I laid off her clit, their were lots of other fun things to do. Since her juices were really dripping, I got to lick them up.

"Derek, it would feel very nice if you'd suck on my clitoris a little. She really likes that."

I stopped again. "No. Then you'll cum."

"Derek, please!"

I planned to make her wait a bit longer, but she'd given me a very good idea.

As an experiment, I stuck the middle finger of my left hand inside her. She went nuts. Figuring two might feel even better, I tried that, and almost lost her. I had to stop licking her for a moment.

Laurel was writhing as if in pain and literally gasping for air as I pistoned my two slick fingers in and out of her, using her legs to push up against my entry, as if fucking my hand. I was in search of something I'd only heard about.

"Derek! Do you...feel that hard bump...just behind my pubic bone? Oh Lordy what you're doing to me... That's...that's my G-spot. Keep rubbing it just like you're doing. Sweet Jesus! Suck on my clit now, Derek, suck on it now!"

I removed my fingers.

Her body immediately sagged. "Goddammit, Derek, bring me off. Now! You're torturing me!"

"Beg for it."

Laurel's eyes flew open and her smile was rueful. "I'm begging, Derek. Please make me cum, please."

That was good enough for me. I went back to work, first with my tongue, but avoiding her clit, in order to bring her back up. Then I slid my fingers inside her again. The flow of her juices was amazing. My sweet Laurel was incredibly turned on.

There was a hard little area up there, so I began focusing my fingers' attention on what I assumed was her G-spot. Her hips began immediately gyrating again as she humped on my hand. I waited until she was literally gasping, then I moved my mouth up to her clit.

It felt almost like a little penis against my lips. It was certainly as hard as an erection, so I did what came naturally and gently sucked it into my mouth. Laurel nearly levitated off the chair as her orgasm overwhelmed her body. All of a sudden liquid was gushing from her, soaking my hand, my shirt, the chair, the floor. There must have been a cup of the stuff.

After about 30 seconds, it began to subside. My lover was like a wet noodle as she lay there having occasional little aftershocks. Her eyes were closed and a crooked little smile made her face a delight. I'd satisfied this wonderful woman yet again and that made me swell with pride.

Something else was swollen, too, and ready, so I rose on my knees and as I leaned forward to kiss her and my erection poked her between the legs, Laurel's eyes flew open.

"This was supposed to be about oral sex today. I wasn't going to let you fuck me. But after what you just did, I can't say no. Take your pleasure on me, you darling boy."

And I did just that. I guess because of her orgasm, her pussy seemed tighter than the previous evening, so I had trouble getting my cock in. Soon, though, I'd accomplished that, and even with my heightened arousal, I managed to bring her to an orgasm before I came myself. Laurel was beside herself again, literally pulling me into her, urging me on. Any semblance of teaching me anything was scattered to the wind. This was just animal fucking, two people taking their pleasure on each other.

Afterwards, I stayed in her while I softened a bit. We kissed tenderly and I decided that day, I loved kissing her long neck as much as her full, soft lips. Taking a quick break, I went to fetch some towels from the kitchen to clean up the mess we'd made.

Returning to the living room, she was still laying there, her legs spread obscenely wide with my cum slowly oozing from her pussy. I began to get hard again. Doing a quick cleanup which Laurel did nothing to aid, I continued to get hard, until once again, I was fully erect.

I made a decision and lifted her up, then laid her on the lambskins in front of the fire. She made a move to wrap them around herself, but I had other ideas. Lying down on her, I began kissing her throat again. I felt a shift in her lower body as her fingers threaded into my hair, pulling my face against her.

"Are you going to take me again?" she whispered into my ear.

"That was the plan."

"You're more masterful than I first expected."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is one. I cannot resist you. You have me in your power. Take me, Derek."

And I did, thoroughly and completely until I had her writhing and gasping once again. This time I lasted long enough to give her two additional orgasms, strong ones that had her calling my name as I called hers when I came. Our bodies moved together smoothly as I thrust into her and she pushed back. I was aware that there were a lot of other positions in which to have sex, but this one seemed the best if you wanted to observe your lover taking her pleasure.




A Higher Education Ch. 02



Laurel, for her part, had shaken off her lassitude, and was an enthusiastic participant. Since this was the first time we had really "made love" to my inexperienced mind, I was trying to be aware of everything that happened. My previous experience with my mother's friend had been more her taking her pleasure on me.

With Laurel, it was a completely different matter. First of all, she seemed concerned that I enjoy it as much as her, so she was encouraging, almost like a cheerleader, telling me how it felt, giving me feedback and helping me to do it to her better and increase the enjoyment for both of us in the process.

For the most part, I lay directly on top of her, supported on my elbows so she wouldn't be uncomfortable under my weight. We kissed, I repeatedly buried my head in her neck, sucking, kissing, biting (gently!). Laurel had her legs wrapped around mine, using them to help pull me into her. It was she who told me to vary my speed and force so I would last longer, and it worked very well. Otherwise, I would have pounded her into oblivion and cum in about 3 minutes flat.

Whenever I took one of those breaks, we'd talk, exchange little endearments, and of course, kiss. I loved her generous kisses and her probing tongue. I tried to give as good as I got, noticing what I liked from her and then trying to do the same back.

Finally she looked up at me and said, "Derek, I'm ready for you to cum inside me. I want to feel your cock swell and pulse and know that you're filling me with your seed. And that will make me cum, too. I'm ready for that, Derek."

With our eyes fixed on each other, she wrapped her arms around my back, spread her legs far apart, and rolling her pelvis up towards me in the process. It felt as if my cock was being swallowed by her pussy. As our bodies met, she'd give an extra little roll to her hips and I realized she was grinding her clit into me. On the out-strokes, she'd tighten her vaginal muscles and it felt as if my cock was caught in a strong vacuum. This woman really knew how to fuck.

We came nearly at the same time, her crying out just before I let go with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced. I thought that I might pass out, and actually fought against the passion exploding in my head. That was a shame, as I found out in later days. Laurel beneath me, as her cunt grasped at my cock, was beyond words as her body shook once again.

When I finally rolled off her, we were gasping as if we'd just run a couple of miles flat out. Both of us were covered with sweat. But we were satisfied, lordy, we were satisfied.

Laurel pulled the sheepskin over us and we fell into a comfortable doze as the fire burned lower, me on my back with her cuddled against me.



A Higher Education Ch. 03



At dinner two nights later, Laurel asked if I had much homework.

I knew it was very important to keep my marks up, if not have them improve since I'd shifted from the dorm to Laurel's. I could tell in talking to them that my parents were very uneasy, since I couldn't lie to them about the fact that my landlord was a female, even if she was a professor. (I did not tell them how beautiful she was.) Neither of them had attended university, but they'd certainly heard the stories. Regardless of the fact that this was the mid-90s and everything was a lot looser as regarded sex, Mom and Dad had some pretty specific ideas that didn't mesh well with my current situation in the slightest. One whiff of anything wrong (as in my grades going down) and they'd both be at the door asking what was going on.

"I have a paper to hand in, and I'm convinced that it doesn't have the right focus for my professor."

"Who is it?"

"Gerald Norris. Economic 101."

"Norris should have retired years ago," Laurel said with some disgust. "He should have never been made a professor." She wagged her fork across the kitchen table at me, "But you did not hear me say that. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Anything else on the back burner?"

"Nothing that can't wait. I only have Norris' class tomorrow. My other 2 were cancelled."

"As soon as we have things cleared up in here, why don't we take a look at your paper? Maybe I can help give it a bit of focus."

I had insisted that if Laurel was going to cook for me, then I was going to clean up. Actually, that wasn't much of a chore since she was a very neat and tidy cook, cleaning up after herself as she went along. Still, fair was fair.

So she disappeared upstairs while I cleaned up the dinner dishes and few pots, then wiped the counters and table. Since we hadn't been able to find time to continue my special lessons, I was more than ready for whatever Laurel had in mind, and did that kitchen in record time.

Upstairs in my bedroom, my desk had scattered papers from various assignments, but nearly all of my writing for classes was done on the computers, so I woke it up and opened the paper I was writing for Old Norris' Economics survey class.

As I was reading it over, Laurel padded into the room, but my back was to the door and I didn't bother turning around.

"So are you ready for me to take a look at the paper?"

"Just a moment. I found another punctuation error."

I typed in a couple of commas, then turned around. Laurel was right behind me, and I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw she didn't have a stitch on.

"I thought I had to finish this paper before we could play."

"Let me sit down there, Derek, so I don't have to get a crick in my neck reading over your shoulder."

I did as m'lady asked and she sat down primly. "While I'm reading your paper and making some notes, I want you to look at what's on your bed."

There was a thick photo binder, so I sat on the bed and flipped it open. The pages were filled with photos of Laurel through the years. She was a very cute child, all pigtails and bows, but she had that same wide, slightly sardonic smile. Several shots had what I assumed was a brother and sister and there were two family shots.

As she got towards her teens, Laurel struggled through having braces and had sprung up very quickly, and boy, was she a beanpole. It reminded me of myself at 14 and 15. With girls, it's always harder if they're tall and slender -- and with no boobs to speak of, as I noticed.

"High school must have been tough on you," I said.

Over her shoulder, Laurel answered, "You have no idea. I was all brain and no body. I didn't get asked out on one single date -- ever. I had to tag along with friends for the senior prom, and then no one asked me to dance. High school was a pretty sad and frustrating time for me. It did teach me humility, though."

"So when did you start to look like you do now?"

She swiveled in the chair and smiled at me."That's very nice of you to say."

Laurel spread her legs apart as she leaned back in the chair and I marveled at her lithe body. Seen in its finished form, I could look at those old photos and see the genesis of what I was looking at now. Sure her breasts weren't huge, but they made generous handfuls, and her nipples were long and sensitive and rode high up, making them very inviting to suck or tweak.

She had a slender waist, swimmer's shoulders and her hips, while maybe a bit narrow, suited her overall body beautifully. Around back was that muscular, heart-shaped ass, and she had stop-any-traffic legs. What fascinated me, though, was her the very prominent flesh above her pussy, the mound of Venus I think it was called. It was sparsely covered with fine, dark hair and below, those beautiful pouting shaved lips. I couldn't think of any woman I'd ever seen who was more beautiful, not that I'd seen many naked at that point.

Laurel glanced down at my crotch from across the room. "Looks as if I've gotten a "rise" out you. Good. Now, I'll be finished with my look through your paper in a few more minutes. Take your clothes off and continue looking at my photo album."

"Yes, Professor, Ma'am!" I said as I quickly began stripping off my clothes.

The early university photos were just what I would have expected, given her description of those years: total librarian, but in looking closer, I could surmise that she'd begun filling out underneath the frumpy clothes. Her face had also lost the pudge of baby fat, making her high cheekbones stand out. She'd begun looking like the woman I knew. Her eyes were hidden behind overly-large, thick glasses.

Then turning a page, everything changed. What greeted me was a photo of Laurel nude in a very elegant drawing room, almost palatial. Nothing critical was on display and she still had the pulled-back hair and bun, and the glasses, but there was something erotically charged about her expression.

For the next dozen pages, the poses changed like some rare flower opening up. First her hair was let down and combed out, looking lustrous under the professional lighting, then the glasses disappeared and then the sexy poses began, revealing more and more of her nubile body. By the fourth one of those, my cock was at full staff and beginning to throb.

"I notice you've found my "coming out" photos," Laurel remarked dryly from across the room. "Those were shot shortly after Ramon took me under his wing. I was twenty-two at the time."

I shook me head in wonder. "These shots are amazing, but I think you're more gorgeous now."

She looked at me quizzically. "Why do you say that?"

I looked right back into her eyes. "Maturity becomes you."

That stopped her for a few moments.

"Come over here."

I rose and walked across the room, stopping next to her chair. Laurel swiveled it a little more. My erection was nearly level with her face. All she had to do was drop her head down a bit and...

My pulse went through the roof when she licked the mushroom head of my cock. After a few more licks, she took it into her mouth. For the next 2 or 3 minutes, she got more and more saliva on my erection and each time she took it in, more and more of my cock disappeared. Finally she had more than half of it in. I could feel her throat tightening and loosening around the crown. Looking up at me, she slowly and very sexily withdrew it.

"Wow. Very tight fit," she said, wiping the excess saliva off her chin.

"I can't believe you just did that."

"Oh, I'm not done yet. I'm determined to get that whole thing down the hatch." Then she flashed that smile. "I just wanted to let you know what was in store for you after we finish your homework!" She slapped my rump as she got to her feet. "Now sit down and get to work."

I think I learned more about distilling my prose over the next hour than I had in 4 years of high school English. Laurel also guided me in how to be more precise in my thoughts. She questioned nearly everything I'd written, made me defend how I'd constructed my thesis, and by the end I was almost more interested in getting right down to fixing the paper up, then experiencing more of Laurel's oral skills. Almost...

While I worked, she would very nonchalantly play with my erection or my balls. Leaning over the back of the chair to point to something on the screen, I would feel her breasts touching my shoulders or neck. And the aroma of her arousal was maybe the most distracting.

"You're not concentrating again, Derek," she warned me for about the fifth time.

"And you're not playing fair," I shot back. "How do you expect me to concentrate when you're standing there naked and aroused and rubbing your body on mine?"

"It's all part of your training, dear," she answered, kissing the top of my head. "I want to teach you to be calm and in control no matter what's happening."

"Like someone is likely to do what you're doing while I'm at work?"

"There are other applications."

Finally we'd gone through the entire paper. It would just be a matter of referring to my notes and retyping it, maybe an hour or so of work."

Laurel had one hand on my shoulder and her hip touching my arm as she stood next to my chair. "You're clear on everything we've talked about?"

"Yes, ma'am, and thank you. Oh where were you when I was in high school?"

Her face twisted into a wry smile. "Okay. You've earned a break. Come with me."

It was no problem following that glorious bottom down the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature and told me to get in.

"Lather up your groin. I'm going to shave you."

"Why?"

"Don't you like me shaved?"

"Well, yeah."

"Why?" she asked, teasingly echoing me.

"Because it looks sexy and when I lick you between your legs---"

"When you eat me," she corrected. "I like how deliciously nasty that term sounds."

"Okay. When I eat your sweet pussy, I don't get any stray hairs in my mouth."

She raised an eyebrow. "And should I be any different?"

When I'd done as she'd asked, I opened the curtain again. Laurel was seated on the closed toilet with my bath towel on the floor in front of her.

"Stand on this and spread your legs a bit," she ordered.

"You're not going to cut me, are you?"

"Relax. I've done this a lot."

"For all your boarders?"

"Yup." Picking up my razor from the back of the sink, she popped out the blade and put in a new one. "Now hold still."

I had to admit that this new experience was rather delightful. First, Laurel had to hold my stiffening cock (always a good thing) and I got the feeling she was moving her hand on it more than she needed to. Next, the shave was quite erotic in an interesting way as she removed any hair on the base of my cock, my balls and finally most of my pubic hair. Fortunately, I'm not all that hairy, so it didn't look stupid.

"Get in the shower and clean off any soap."

"Yes, ma'am, but won't you come in and help me?"

"You're a big boy," she grinned. "Surely you can handle that yourself. I know what you're like in a shower. I'm not getting in there with you -- at least not right now."

When I came out of the shower. She put on some aftershave to close the pores.

"There's nothing worse than a rash in your groin. After your skin down there gets used to being shaved, you won't need to do it, except for maybe in the summer. For the rest of your time here, I'd like you to remain shaved. Okay?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

"Thank you. Now come with me."

Again I followed her divine derriere down the hall, this time to her room. Once there, she suddenly turned and kissed me very hard, betraying the passion she had been feeling. Her hand snaked down between us and began to squeeze and pull on my cock. It grew again very quickly.

When she had it at full hardness, she led me over to a full-length mirror near her en suite bathroom.

"Look at it," she said, standing next to me. "See how much bigger and more threatening it is?"

"But it's pretty big already. You said it was the largest you've ever had. The last thing I want to do is make it look more threatening and big. It'll scare girls away. It already has."

"Girls, maybe, but believe me, women will take one look at that fine cock and fall in love with it. See how it bends up at the end? That's gold. A fat cock with a bit of an upturn can stimulate a woman's g-spot like nothing else." She grasped it again. "And the size of that mushroom head. Mmmm...it makes me wet just looking at it."

I stared at my cock, finally beginning to appreciate what I'd been born with. I hoped that Laurel was telling me the truth. Then I thought back to Mrs. Jenson, proper, conservative Mrs. Jenson, on that afternoon she caught me coming out of the shower, she hadn't been able to restrain herself for very long.

"There's one thing you have to understand, though, my boy. Like men, not all women are created equal. Some have wider vaginas than others, some have shallow ones, and some have deep. It also depends whether they've had kids and how many. You've got to learn to be very careful with that whopper."

"You mean I could hurt someone?"

Laurel nodded. "There was a time when you wouldn't have been able to get that into me. And you're also very long. That can be extremely uncomfortable for some women. Again, when you're making love to someone, observe the way they're responding and go slowly. Don't just jam it in there and whale away. Woman like it slowly and gently -- until the proper time."

"How will I know when that is?"

She pulled me to her, not letting go of my cock. "Oh, with your intuition, I think you'll know. They may also just come out and tell you."

"Like my mother's friend?"

"Yes, like her." She let go of me and walked over to her bed, where she sat down. "Now stand in front of me."

The bed was a little higher than the seat at my desk, so Laurel had to hunch over a bit more to get down to cock level. I was to realize later that this was intentional. Her tongue snaked out and swirled around my cock's head.

She stopped. "Just a minute, I think I'll need some assistance." From the drawer of one of the bedside tables, she took a clear plastic bottle. She poured a bit of clear, thick liquid on her right hand, then transferred it to the length of my cock.

"Sorry if that's a bit cold."

"What is it?"

"A sex lubricant. Ramon invented it. This house and gardens, my horses, the traveling I do in the summer? All paid for by his invention. It's a woman's best friend. Every bottle, every tube of it that's sold, his estate gets a royalty.

"I'm determined to get your entire cock down my throat. Using just saliva gets way too messy."

"What does it taste like?"

Laurel stuck a finger up and I sucked some lubricant off. Not unpleasant with a hint of cherry.

"I have this made up specially by one of the licensees."

She again bent down and took the bulbous crown of my cock into her mouth. The hand with the lubricant began stroking my balls. The effect of both was electrifying. Laurel worked a bit more in, then took it out and looked up.

"You have to realize when you're in my throat that I won't be able to breath. The most important thing is to let me do this at my own speed."

"Sure." I would have agreed to anything just to get her to continue.

"What I want you to do is try to control yourself. I'm very good at this and you're going to be stimulated pretty strongly, and. I want you to hold back your orgasm as long as you can."

"Should I tell you when I'm getting close?"

She squeezed my balls gently. "Oh, I'll know. These will retract when you're close."

She took me into her mouth again and I watched in amazement as inch after inch disappeared. It got very tight as my cock went into her throat and I figured it was the upturned bit at the end. Laurel had to come up for air several times and her eyes were tearing a bit.

"We don't have to do this if it's a problem," I said.

She was wiping her eyes with her clean hand. "No, no. It's all right. I look on this as a challenge."

In a matter of a minute more, her nose was pressed against my groin. Her throat started moving around my cock, squeezing almost like her vagina could. It was amazing.

Two or three times, she backed off until just the head remained in her mouth and then her tongue got to work underneath, sort of fluttering. The feeling was intense and very erotic. Her free hand reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her. With a few more strokes like that, I got the feeling she was going to go for it. I let her hand on my butt guide me in and out. The last thing I needed was for her to strangle on my cock.

She got me very close that time. I felt like my favorite toy had been taken away when she popped me out of her mouth.

"I have to rest a bit. My jaw is getting tired. Luckily I have a big mouth."

"You have a beautiful mouth."

She smiled up at me. I loved to make her smile.

Glancing over at the bedside clock, she noted that it was 9:10. "Okay, champ. Let's see how long you can last."

I managed nearly four minutes before I blasted off down her throat. After a big breath beforehand, she used her hand on my ass push my full length into her mouth and I could feel her throat working as spasm after spasm blasted my cum straight into her stomach.

"Wow! You had quite a load there," Laurel gasped as she finally removed my cock. Standing up, she said, "Kiss me."

I hesitated.

"If a woman has just done something like that for you, the least you can do is show your appreciation by kissing her."

I gave her a bit of a peck on the lips. She grabbed my head in both hands and pulled my mouth to hers. Her kiss was a full on tongue assault, and while most of the taste seemed to be the lubricant, there was a bit of a salty, slightly bitter taste, too. While I didn't think I wanted to make a habit of it, I figured I could handle it if this is what she wanted.

"That was really amazing, Laurel. Thank you so much"

"The blowjob or the kiss?" she asked coquettishly.

"I guess both. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Her smile was devilish this time as she slid back on the bed, opening her legs.

"Doesn't one good turn deserve another?"

"You bet!" I said as I practically dove on her.

This time, she wanted to hold herself open. "It's not that you did anything wrong the first time. Sometimes I just like it like this. Its also gives you two hands to work with. Better not use either one inside me, though. I don't want to risk a flood on my bed."

I tried to give as good as I'd gotten from my lover. I discovered two things eating her that night: when Laurel got really excited, she liked me to play around her anus with my fingers, and I really enjoyed holding the gorgeous globes of her ass, holding her to my mouth as she writhed in orgasm.

Lying there after, she turned her head to look at the clock. "Nearly ten, Derek, you'd better go back to finish your paper."

"Can't I stay here with you tonight? We haven't slept together yet."

"No," she said firmly. "Don't make me regret that I started your training session before your school work was completed."

"May I come back after?"

"No. You'll wake me."

I smiled. "That was the whole idea."

Laurel rolled her eyes. "Git! Now."

I reluctantly did as I was told. In the bathroom where I stopped for a pee, I looked again at my cock. She was right. It did look better without all the hair. I turned to see my profile in the mirror. Low slung and nice above my lean body. It would also look pretty stupid with a big pot hanging over it. If I wanted to always look this good, I'd have to take care of myself. And if what I'd experienced over the now nearly three weeks of living with Professor Jones-Gonzalez was an indication of what that could bring me, I was all for keeping slim and fit.




A Higher Education Ch. 03



Later, I opened the door to my bedroom after I printed off the finished paper for Norris. At the opposite end of the corridor, Laurel's door was shut and I could tell that the light was out. Darn. I thought I might be able to talk her into some more fun, and afterwards a good night's sleep with her ass snuggled against me. I went to bed somewhat disappointed.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Another morning at the breakfast table, me half awake, but Laurel looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I'd taken my economics paper down the previous night and left it next to her place. Getting coffee and some cereal, I sat down opposite her as she put down my homework.

"This is a good paper now, concise, reasoned and with strong prose. I should think you can expect an A on it, but then we're dealing with old Norris here. No telling what he'll do. He apparently handed back a brilliant paper once written by a student he didn't like. On the top he'd put 'Not bad. Who did this for you? and gave it a C+.

"Is that what you have against him?"

"No." She took a sip of coffee. "He was one of those horny faculty members who came sniffing around me after Ramon passed away. It was all couched in sympathetic terms, but it was obvious what he wanted, what they all wanted."

"Is that why you dress the way you do? With a body like yours, you should be showing it off."

"That's the problem. These old goats just look at my ass and want in. Dress to show off your body even a little bit and they think a woman is just gagging for it. No thanks."

"So you came up with a system of bringing in horny young boarders. Don't you think that will give you a reputation just as quickly?"

"I keep it all quite discreet and in public everything is very proper. Actually, Derek, that's something I'd like to talk to you about. Whenever we're in public, discretion is called for. Don't be familiar with me in any way. I'm Professor Jones-Gonzalez or ma'am, but no first names, no touching, no matter how discreet you think you're being. The faculty wives have their eyes open and their knives out, and when their gossip mill gets going, watch out!"

I nodded. I could do this.

"As a matter of fact, I'm having some colleagues in on Saturday for drinks and hor d'oeurves before a concert downtown. If you could—"

"Didn't I tell you," I grinned, "that my touch football team is having an end of season pub party? I will be out very late, I'm certain of that."

"Thank you." She rose from her chair and kissed the top of my head. "You're a dear." Bending down, she licked my ear and whispered, "I really enjoyed sucking you off last night. You said you only have one class today. I should be home by 2:00. Want another lesson?"

And before I could frame any kind of answer, she'd grabbed her briefcase and was out the door.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

When Laurel got home that afternoon, I was lying on my bed doing a bit of reading. I heard her downstairs, bumping around in the kitchen and figured she'd done some shopping on the way home. Next thing I knew, she was standing in the doorway of my room, watching me. I had no idea how long she'd been there.

Putting down my book, I asked, "All done for the day, then?"

"More or less."

"You seem rather pensive."

"I'm just trying to figure you out."

"In what way?"

She came into the room and sat down next to me. "You're the ninth of my boarders and you're so different from the others. Usually, I had to move much more slowly and carefully with them. All but one were very fully of themselves when they moved in. Two were complete disasters. Every one of them needed a lot of coaching before they were any good to me. You're different."

"I'm just me. You said you wanted to teach me, and I'm certainly willing to learn what you're teaching. Did the others expect something different?"

"Maybe it's because you were so inexperienced when you moved in. By the time the others got to me, they'd had a fair bit of sexual experience, most of it not of much quality, but they'd had a few women. You see, I rely on one to recruit the next. I can't possible go out cruising the campus for likely candidates. Mike brought me one other person before you, but it was obvious he was a non-starter."

I had my hand on Laurel's thigh. She was wearing a modest blue-checked skirt with a light blue blouse. Her hair was done up in its usual bun, no make-up, either, with very unstylish glasses perched on her nose. I was struck by how different her work demeanor was from who she really was. The disguise was near perfect.

She smiled at me and smoothed my hair. "I knew you were different right away. As you've probably guessed, all my boarders are the same in one way—"

"They all have big peckers."

"Yes."

"I've wondered why that is."

She shrugged. "There are two reasons. First, and I won't hide it, I thoroughly enjoy a large cock. Ramon was my first lover and he was well-endowed. During my time with him, I experienced other men -- with his permission, of course -- and found the small-cocked men to generally be not as enjoyable for me. It's all personal preference, I suppose. I know women who prefer something smaller." She grinned. "Not many, though.

"The second reason is involved with why I do things this way. I feel well-endowed men are special. They can bring a great deal of pleasure to women, if they know how to use what God has given them. Most don't. I've made it my goal to see if I can remedy that. Ramon awakened the sexual beast in me. After he died, I didn't know what to do. I felt completely lost, sexually. Cruising bars was no good. I didn't want anything to do with the faculty members who came sniffing around, and you'd be surprised how many did. So I came up with this solution. I get my sexual urges gratified, and in turn I teach exceptional men how to be exceptional lovers, gratifying my teaching urges."

"And it's worked?"

"For the most part. And that brings me back to why I was standing in the doorway watching you."

"Okay..."

"With only one exception, every one of my young men have been arrogant. With some I had to spend months almost beating that out of them. They think the world, the male world as well as the female world, owes them something because of the size of their dicks. All of these characters came to me with stories of screwing everything in sight, usually starting with their mothers' friends, neighborhood housewives, college girls, you name it. One guy was a professional gigolo for a year. They all figured they could make me dance to their tune. That wasn't part of my game plan.

"But my sweet young man, Derek, came to me vaguely ashamed of his, ah, attributes. You were fresh and wide-eyed and not full of yourself in the least. The funny thing is, you don't seem to be "going bad", either, as we get farther along. To cut to the chase, you're not conceited."

"I just figure I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I'm living in this beautiful house, I'm well-fed, and the fringe benefits are out of this world. I feel like a big sponge just trying to soak all this up."

"Promise me one thing, Derek."

"Sure, what?"

Laurel had continued stroking my hair while she talked, head bent over mine. Now it looked as if she might cry. "Don't ever change. Don't become one of those insufferable males. Stay just like you are and you'll have more lovers than you can service. I guarantee it."

I grinned up at her. "You're the teacher."

"So would you like another lesson?" she asked as her right hand slid down to rest on my crotch.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Okay. Take off your clothes."

I got off the bed and in record time did as she asked, then lay back down. Already my cock was stiffening.

Laurel had moved to the center of the room. With her eyes focused right on me, she removed the hairpins holding her hair in that tight bun. Shaking her head, her hair fell down to her shoulders, then she ran her fingers through it a few times until it was neater but sort of wild, and sexy. Her eyes devoured my body, making me cock respond. This was a female, a very powerful one and she was searching for sexual gratification. Her expression was thrilling and sort of scary.

Now her hands were slowly unbuttoning her blouse and she began swaying to some unheard music in her head. When her bra came off, she stood there running her hands over her torso, then turned and looked at me over her shoulder as she obviously played with her breasts and nipples. Her face took on that flush that let me know she was getting extremely aroused.

"Please turn around, Laurel."

Her expression was clouded. "No. Use your imagination."

Her nipple play went on for a few more minutes before her hands drifted to the back of her skirt. Opening the fastening that held it shut, she slowly slid the zipper down and her skirt with a slight push to get it over the swell of her buttocks, dropped to the floor. She kicked it away.

Laurel had on stockings with a frilly lace panties, a garter belt and all the trimmings. Moving the chair from my desk, she put her left foot on it and began unhooking everything in slow motion, as if she had all the time in the world. My hand slipped to my throbbing cock as I watched.

"Getting a bit frantic are we?" she asked with a playful pout. Her eyes were sort of glazed and unfocused, which meant she was getting especially aroused, something I learned over our time together. "Pleasure yourself for me, Derek, but don't let yourself orgasm."

I couldn't do much since I had no lubrication, so I spit on my hand a few times and began to stroke the length of my cock. Laurel's sexy, music-less strip tease had it throbbing. Squeezing at the base turned the crown a deep red, and staring at it, Laurel licked her lips.

"Tonight I'm going to teach you about soixante-neuf. Do you know what that is?"

As she spoke, she continued to unsnap garters and roll the stockings down her legs, her lust-filled eyes glued to my cock.

"Uh, I don't speak French."

"Quel tragique. Vous devez apprendre. Le français est la langue d'amour."

"What does that mean?"

"I said, 'How tragic. You must learn. French is the language of love.'"

Her accent hit me right in the cock. Somehow French had never sounded so sexy. "Will you teach me?"

"I will start, but next term you'll sign up for classes."

She now had her stockings off, and unsnapped the garter belt. "Maybe someday we can go to Paris," she said, again staring at my cock, "and I'll let you take me on a balcony overlooking the Seine as the sun comes up." She flung the garter belt aside. "I can't wait any longer!" With that, she grabbed her panties and roughly ripped them from her body. "Soixante-neuf is French for sixty-nine. You have heard of that, haven't you. Tonight, we're both going to use our mouths and fingers to make the other cum. Don't touch until I say so. Okay?"

"Sure."

"Good. Now lie flat."

Laurel lay over me backwards with her legs on either side of my head, her crotch over my face, while her face was over my cock. I looked up and her sex was red, swollen, super wet, and with her legs stretched apart, beautifully open. I just did nothing but gaze up at the beautiful arousal of her genitals for a few moments. She was firmly holding on to the base of my cock, but other than that, we did nothing.

"It is important to not just dive in and go at it. Great sex is built on anticipation. Holding back. Moving slowly. We're going to tease each other. You're already proven yourself adept at teasing. But since I'm going to have my mouth full in a moment, you're going to have only my reactions and groans to gauge how you're doing as you pleasure me. At the same time, you're going to be distracted...by this."

Laurel leaned down and licked the crown of my cock, focusing on the little groove underneath. I almost lost it right there. A drop of her arousal fell on my nose.

"Try to keep me on the edge of orgasm as long as you can. Make me quiver and ache for release. I'm going to do the same for you."

She spread her legs wider, lowering herself, and with a final little wiggle, her pussy settled onto my face.

"Can you breathe?" she asked.

In answer, I plunged my stiffened tongue into her vagina and elicited a satisfied groan.

"I'll take that as a yes," she gasped. "You're going to have to be careful, lover. I'm already very close. Watching you play with your magnificent cock got me so hot."

I quickly lost track of time as we licked each other. Laurel quickly got my erection wet and slid it far into her mouth. At the same time, she was moving her crotch around, showing me just where she wanted my tongue. She also moved herself away or pushed down, showing me when she wanted more or less stimulation. Her love juices flowed like a river and quickly soaked my face.

At my groin, her mouth was like a vacuum and her tongue a darting butterfly as she brought me again and again to the brink of orgasm. In between, she kneaded my balls and squeezed the base of my cock, keeping me hard and throbbing.

"Your cock is so beautiful," she whispered during one of my rest periods, "and your tongue feels divine." Her whole body trembled and I thought I'd gone too far, but she pulled up at the last possible moment. "Oh God, Derek, so close, so close."

Then she went back to work on me while she calmed down. Her body slid a little farther forward, forcing my cock down her throat. We got into a rhythm dictated by her agile body, alternating between her swallowing me, then sliding =back out forcing her pussy across my face for several licks. At the same time, I was caressing the firm globes of her beautiful ass.

A wicked thought entered my head, and during the next time she had my cock down her throat, the muscles massaging it in an absolutely hair-raising way, I snaked one arm up over my head and plunged my index finger into her pussy, soliciting a deep groan from Laurel in response.

When she slid my cock out of her throat with a backwards movement of her body, I held the tip of my finger against her anus. She hesitated a moment, then continued her movement and my finger slid smoothly right up her ass. "Christ, Derek, you're going to drive me insane!" Her body shook again as I wiggled my finger inside her. I could feel her flex the muscles around it, holding it firmly. "I'm very, very close, my love. Don't move anything," she groaned. "When you begin your orgasm..." she gasped, "suck on my clitty and fuck my ass with your finger."

That was another thing I was to learn in my time with Laurel: she talked most dirty when she the most turned on.

For at least a minute she didn't move. I twisted my finger a bit because of the awkward angle of my wrist, eliciting a gasped, "Don't do that!" It was like being on a knife edge with Laurel seemingly suspended on my finger and her hands around my balls, although her knees and elbows were actually holding her up.

"Hold your finger still. Let me do the moving."

She slowly rocked her body forward, pushing my cock down her throat, then rocked back, doing the same thing with my finger in her ass. At the same time, she lowered her genitals so they slid over my lips, tongue and even my nose. When her clitoris bumped the base of that, she slowly reversed and did the whole movement over again.

Trying to hold back my orgasm so I could experience as much of the sexual dance Laurel was performing on our bodies, I thought about homework, football scores, anything to keep from blowing my wad. I managed maybe a dozen more strokes, but it wasn't completely my fault that I lost it. Laurel, either in excitement or by design, slowly sped up giving us both more stimulation than we could handle.

"I can't hold it much longer," I gasped as her slick genitals slid up my face.

"I know, my love, and I can't either. Just..." I swirled my tongue towards her asshole. "Just let it happen."

She took my cock back into her mouth and pushed forward suddenly, swallowing its entire length, then she slid quickly back, impaling herself on my finger. As she did this, I sucked her clit into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it.

With a groan, we both came violently. I wiggled my finger inside her and wrapped my free arm around her waist, holding her spasming body tight against mine. Spirt after spirt of my semen went down her sucking throat and her juices gushed onto my face. Once again it felt as if my insides were being turned inside out as a bright light burst through my skull.

When I became aware of my surroundings, I realized that Laurel was like a dead weight on top of me, her body collapsed, and if I didn't do something, I might suffocate, so I rolled us over.

My cock fell out of her mouth and she gasped in a large lungful of air. As we lay there for a few minutes, her body continued to spasm from small aftershocks. I just tried to gather my scattered wits.

Finally, she moved her hands and lightly touched my wilted cock. With a throaty chuckle she said, "That was almost dangerous. I think I swooned with your erection still down my throat. That's never happened before."

"I'm so sorry."

"Good heavens! Don't be." She chuckled again. "Can you imagine the scandal if they found us like that, both dead, with you down my throat and my having suffocated you with my pussy?"

That created a rather frightening image in my head. It was also funny sort of funny.

As she stroked my cock in a loving way, it began to stiffen again.

"I don't think I can manage anything more for the moment, dearest Derek, but I think you're quite ready for lesson 2 in soixante-neuf.

"There's more?" I asked, slightly shocked. I didn't think I could take anything more intense.

Laurel reversed her body and I gathered her into my arms. She rolled me onto my back, laying on top of me.

With a kiss to the tip of my nose, she said, "There are lots of positions to try: side by side, you on top, crouching, one of us lying on a hassock, and my favorite, with you standing, holding me upside down.

"I have to go through that while holding you up?"

"That's the most advanced position. Think you're strong enough to hold me like that?"

"To be honest, no."

"Then, starting tomorrow, you're going into training. We need to get a little more muscle on that body of yours."

"How? Where?"

"In my little sanctum down in the basement. I think you're ready to see it."

My mind was filled with questions, but she silenced them with her lips and tongue. After a few minutes of intense necking she rolled off the bed and stood.

"Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. How about an omelette fines herbes and a salad, and then you're going to take me to my bedroom and fuck me any way you want. Sound good?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

She shook her head while smiling down at me. "I felt certain you'd say that."



A Higher Education Ch. 04



Life had a way of constantly intruding on my extracurricular "studies" with my beautiful landlady so that it was nearly a week before we were both free on the same night.

That's not to say that we didn't see each other, but it was limited to a few words at the breakfast table most mornings. One thing I'd been told was that if her study door was shut, I was not to bother her, and that week it was shut a lot, whenever she was home, actually. The weekend had seen guest in the house and me making myself scarce, as requested. I had a huge project that had to be done before the Christmas break, so I was in the library most nights until they booted me out.

Regardless, I was getting incredibly horny by the time the seventh day with no Laurel had passed. Part of my problem was my own youthful male libido, but part of it was a burning curiosity to find out what was next in her special syllabus.

Wednesday morning, Laurel was about to leave the house when I wondered down to breakfast. I had a 10 o'clock class and slept in. Coming downstairs, I still had my bathrobe on, partly out of laziness, but also to see how Laurel would respond.

She paused with her hand on the doorknob. "Derek, good morning!"

I mumbled something about it being not all that great.

"I'm finally finished with what I've been locked up working on over the past few days. Do you have much work to do this evening?"

"Nothing earth-shatteringly important that can't wait," I lied.

"Well make sure the unimportant work is completed by 6:00. I'd like to have a quick dinner and then a special time with you." She put down her briefcase and walked over to me. Pulling my head down, she said into my ear, "I've had such an itch for you the best three days, you can't imagine."

Her hand snaked into my robe and gave my stiffening cock a healthy squeeze and a tug. "I'm going to be thinking of this all day long in my meetings. It will keep me from falling asleep." She went to the door again and smiled back at me. "Dinner at 6:00 then. Don't be late."

"Should I dress for dinner?" I said, joking.

Laurel thought for a moment. "No. I'd like you to be naked."

With that, she was gone, and I spent the whole day of classes, struggling to keep dirty thoughts out of my mind.

The biggest question in my mind was what she'd meant the previous week with her comment about her "little sanctum". I'd been down to the basement to do laundry twice since then and there was a locked door, but where it was located could only mean it was a closet of some kind. The door looked very strong and very old, but the lock on it was new.

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The call for dinner came promptly at 6:00, and as requested, I hustled down in just my birthday suit. In order to up the ante, I made sure I had a raging boner which Laurel greeted with a huge smile as I entered the dining room. She was still in her work clothes.

"I'm glad to see you've missed me," she said with a grin.

I went over to her in an attempt to embrace her, but she turned her face so my kiss landed on her cheek. Her hands lay on my chest so that I couldn't pull her close.

"Whoa, there, Tiger! We still have supper to get through."

Slightly disappointed, I sat down at the table. It was a beautiful thing made of thick glass and my cock was so rampant and longed it pushed against the underside. Tonight, there was no tablecloth or placemat. The empty plate was also glass.

Laurel emerged from the kitchen with a tray with two covered dishes. Standing to my left she lifted the cover from the first dish. It had two filet mignons with a mushroom sauce. The smell was heavenly. As she served me, her free hand went under the table and stroked my erection sort of offhandedly. The second dish had asparagus with almonds. Again there was a bit of stroking.

She then quickly served herself and sat.

Handing me a lighter, she asked, "Would you light the candles, Derek?"

I had to slide my chair back a bit to stand because of the width of the table.

"Careful of your willy, dear," Laurel said wryly, "you wouldn't want to get him in your dinner."

I looked at her as I sat down again. "How come I have to be naked and you're not?"

Seated to my left at the end of the table, I saw Laurel's gaze drift downwards. "I think it's rather nice to look at my dessert while I'm eating dinner. Can you imagine being the only naked person in a room full of women?"

The thought of something that nasty made my cock throb.

"I thought so," she said, then looked up. "Now eat your meal. I'm afraid it's already a bit cold."

As always, Laurel's cooking was a revelation. I wondered how she could whip up something so delicious in less than an hour.

Throughout the meal, we chitchatted about school, the weather, politics, anything but sex, but somehow my erection would not subside completely. Perhaps it had something to do with the way Laurel kept staring at it, or the fact that she had undone a few buttons on her blouse and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. No matter what the topic, I was keenly aware that less than five feet away the most desirable woman I'd ever seen was sitting, and that soon I would once again get to see her naked and enjoy her body .

"Have you been exercising at all?" Laurel asked as she pushed her empty plate away and picked up her wine.

"The gym is always so darned crowded. It makes it easier to lose interest when you have to wait to use anything. And then all the jocks are around and I'm not the most muscular person."

"And the coeds, I suppose they're around, too?"

I shrugged. "They don't notice me."

Laurel's expression was thoughtful. "Oh I doubt that very much." She drained her glass and stood. "I have an exercise machine in my bedroom. Perhaps we could stick it in one of the spare bedrooms. Then you could use it whenever you want."

"I would be very grateful. I think it's time I got myself in shape."

"I certainly wouldn't mind seeing a bit more muscle definition. As long as a man doesn't go overboard with it, muscles can be a real turn-on."

"I'll remember that," I answered and my cock was once again completely hard as I thought of Laurel on her knees in front of me, turned on by my body -- and worshipping my cock.

She got to her feet. "I'm going to go down to the basement and get things ready while you clear the table. Wait until I call before you come down, please."

Even though I worked slowly, it still took only ten minutes to clean things up. No sound came up the basement stairs and I had to cool my jets for another five minutes or so before I heard a distant, "Okay, come on down!"

The heavy door in the corner of the basement was open and I could see that it led to a narrow corridor moving to the right which would have meant whatever was down there was under the patio between the two wings of the house.

The room I entered was the size of the patio above and must have been built at the same time. That would make the space large, maybe 30x30. Except for the door, no one would know anything was there. At the far end was a small curtain. I wondered fleetingly what lay behind it.

My attention had been fleeting because there was so much else to look at in that large area. First, everything was lit by candlelight. They were everywhere: on the walls, on several tables spread around the room. In one corner were several comfortable-looking chairs and sofas with a small bar against the wall. Another corner had a wooden floor. There was a carpeted raised area with what looked like a huge mattress on it. This was enclosed by diaphanous curtains in multiple colors. The fourth corner had no candles and was cloaked in shadow. I hoped the mattress corner was where we were going to spend our evening.

The walls of the room were stone as was the floor, but even though it was the middle of December, it wasn't the slightest bit chilly. As a matter of fact, the stones under my feet felt slightly warm. I looked down at them.

"Radiant heating under the floor, so it's warm in winter, and when it's off, my special room is deliciously cool in the summer," Laurel said from behind me.

She came up and pressed herself against me from the back. She was naked and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into me. Her hand came around and gripped my cock.

"Are you ready to be taught some more?"

I groaned as her other hand also came around and began massaging my balls. "Oh yes."

"You're going to have to put yourself in my hands tonight. There must be complete trust between us, Derek. Do you trust me?"

Her hands were working their magic and I could feel that I was rapidly getting close to an orgasm. I would have agreed to anything at that point.

"Yes. I trust you."

"Stand still and close your eyes."

I did as I was told and felt a blindfold being put over my eyes.

"Don't touch," Laurel warned, "just trust me. Don't worry. I'll make sure you don't fall."

She grabbed my cock and I could do nothing but follow.

We crossed the room I thought towards the darkened corner. For some reason, I felt a bit apprehensive.

"Stand here a moment and put your hands in front of you."

I did as I was told and I felt cold metal closing around my wrists and the sound of two soft clicks.

"What the...?"

"Relax, Derek, tonight is going to be very special." She pulled me another few feet. "Turn around and lie down."

She guided me back to what felt like a long, low table with a thick mat on it, and got me onto it quickly.

It was only the matter of a few moments before my hands were fastened to something over my head and straps were put around my ankles, forcing my legs open. I was completely helplessin Laurel's hands, restrained in a secret room in her house. Anything might happen.

I sensed her standing next to me. Her hand lightly grazed my wilted cock. "Relax, Derek, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I think I can guarantee you're going to love what happens this evening."

"Do I have any choice?"

"Certainly. You want to stop, we'll stop. Just say the word." Suddenly her lips were on my mouth and her tongue snaked in. At the same time, she was stroking and pulling on my cock, which responded quickly to her expert touch.

She stepped away, but her voice came from nearby. I heard what sounded like a cupboard being opened.

"Tonight is all about how losing one sense, in this case your most important one, sight, can heighten the sensations felt by your remaining senses."

"But why do you have me fastened to this table?"

"It's not a table. It's a specially designed stand. It can do a lot of things, but tonight it will be pretty basic. Just something I can use as a means of riding you until I come. Think you can handle that?" There was a smile in her voice with the last comment.

"Sure."

She patted my head. "Good boy. But that's far in the future. I'm not going to let that happen until we both can't stand the tension."

"I'm ready right now," I joked.

"No, you're not. Not even close."

It all started off very slowly. Just feathery little sensations. As a matter of fact, I was pretty sure that's exactly what they were: feathers. First it would be on my face, my ears, my neck. It sort of tickled but not in an uncomfortable way. Laurel was certainly not torturing me. As I relaxed and more got into it, I found my sense of touch was heightened.

Laurel must have had two feathers. One continued its dance on my face, the other was down near my legs. How she managed to do two things at once was beyond me. The lower feather trailing up the inside of my thighs felt exquisite and I suddenly got some insight into why this was such a successful seduction technique for females.

Then we were back to a single feather and it was working on my nipples. First one and then the other. A warm zephyr of air made me aware that Laurel was using her breath, too. I'm sure it wasn't the same as what a woman would feel, but it was surprisingly pleasant nonetheless.

"I can tell you like that," Laurel breathed near my ear. "Most people don't know that there's some erotic juice to be gained playing with her lover's nipples. Men never know."

I strained at my bonds. It was a bit frustrating not be able to participate.

"Do you see how much being restrained adds to the erotic tension?"

Laurel moved and I suddenly felt something touching my hands. Exploring with my fingers I found it was the folds of her pussy. It was very wet, but I couldn't do her much good with my hands pulled up as they were. I did manage to get a few rubs on her very hard clit before she moved away.

She began licking me, starting near my right ear, then moving to my face. At first, it was the thought of it that sort of turned me off, but with no vision, I began concentrating on just the feel of it, and again it was pretty erotic. It got really electrifying when her tongue passed across my lips. I immediately got ready for a kiss, I was craving the feel of Laurel's lips on mine. She didn't oblige.

By the time she worked her way down to my nipples, she had me squirming with desire. We both knew what was coming, what the outcome of this would be, but the denial of expected satisfaction made me increasingly frantic.

I'd touched my nipples experimentally a few times, just to see what it felt like in an attempt to find what it might feel like to a woman. There hadn't been much sensation. But now because of the situation, I found them to be very sensitive. Was it my state of mind or what Laurel was doing to me? Or both? Whatever, it was amazing.

When Laurel sucked one of my nipples into her mouth, I gasped and my cock twitched, it was that intense. She spent the next few minutes switching from one to the other. I was near begging for her to touch my cock.

Just as quickly, her mouth disappeared and the dual feathers reappeared, this time fluttering around on my stomach. Now that did tickle and she had me squirming to get away from them.

"If you tense up, it will only make it worse. The secret to avoid being ticklish is to relax into it. Then it will just feel good. Stay tense, I can drive you crazy and not in a good way."

"I'll try to remember that."

"Good. It's very important if you want to please your lover."

It took several more minutes to get the hang of what Laurel was talking about. The worse was when she ran the feathers up both sides of my torso at the same time. If I hadn't had a bit of insight she would have driven me crazy in short order.

Just when I thought the stimulation could get no more intense, she started an assault on my inner thighs. Having gained some control of my ticklishness, I could tolerate it, but there seemed to be some direct connection between the nerve endings where she was touching and the nerve endings in my cock. Laurel had me absolutely aching for her tender touch and I told finally her so.

"Oh, so you want me to touch your cock?"

"Yes, please," I gasped. "I can't stand much more."

"Okay. You asked for it."

More feather, though and I groaned in disappointment. She had them just brushing my genitals lightly, enough to make me hard as a rock but not enough to bring me even one inch closer to the orgasm my whole body was craving. Occasionally, I'd also feel her hot breath very close to the head of my cock, but she never did so much as brush it with her tongue.

"Okay, Laurel, I get the idea of how this works. Can we move on? I really need to get some relief here!"

"Yes, I know. The crown of your cock is turning purple, you're so excited." Her lips touched my ear as she whispered, "But you're nowhere near as excited as I want you to be."

"Laurel, please!"

She didn't answer, but she stopped teasing me with those infernal feathers. Now it was her hands, lightly rubbing me.

Starting on my face, her fingers delicately traced every feature on my body. Sometimes the pressure was heavy, sometimes a mere single fingertip, but everywhere her touches left a trail of fire.

"Men aren't naturally as sensitive to touch as women are. So it is that men sometimes neglect an important tool in foreplay. Sure you'll stroke a woman to get her to open up a bit, but men get to women's breasts, asses and genitals far too quickly. The slow build-up, the teasing, giving a little touch like this," and here Laurel gave my cock three strokes with her hand while her mouth sucked in its head. Then, damnably, she was gone. "See? Didn't that drive you crazy?"

"Yes, dammit!"

"You need to remember that. I was once seduced by someone who never touched me once in an erogenous zone, until I was begging for it, promising I would do anything he wanted as long as he brought me to an orgasm.

"So you must remember what I'm doing this evening and how I'm doing it. See how sensitive to my touch you've become? If you were doing this to me, I'd be screaming for release, believe me -- and promising you anything. Part of it is not being able to see. You don't know when something's coming nor what it will be. The other part, probably more important, is not being able to move. Do you find being helpless erotic?"

"Yes."

"Most people do, but be careful to notice signs that your lovers don't."

"How will I know?"

"Grab her by the wrists and hold them behind her back while you suck on her nipples. You'll know if it turns her on. Maybe tie her hands together with your necktie. She'll tell you either by her words or actions if that's not what she wants. But remember that there has to be trust between you. I certainly would never let anyone I didn't know very well restrain me in any fashion."

"Will you ever let me do it?"

Her lips found my mouth and our tongues danced together for a long erotic moment. With one hand she gripped the base of my cock, as her other arm wrapped around my head.

"I will demand, dear Derek, someday."

She let me go and did something on both sides of the thing I was fastened to. There was some movement and suddenly I could feel Laurel straddling my legs.

"You wanted more contact?"

"Yes, please," I answered thinking she might give me one of her exceptional blow jobs, or maybe even ride my cock.

She did neither. First I felt something cold on my aching erection. Her special lubricant again. Her hands worked magic, very slow and tantalizing magic, but ultimately even more frustrating than anything she'd done so far as she brought me again and again to within a whisker of my cock erupting.

"Frustrated?" Laurel asked as she'd yet again stopped me at the brink.

"Unbelievably! Have my balls turned blue yet?"

The cruel thing just laughed at me. "One more thing you should know, as long as you don't overdo it and get a person too sensitive to continue, when you actually do let them cum, the intensity will be increased dramatically." Laurel slid her naked body up mine and delivered another one of her incredible kisses, sucking on my lips, her tongue probing my mouth. "When I do let you cum," and here she began lazily playing with my balls, "believe it or not, you're going to thank me for all this frustration."

By now, I was indeed tiring of her little game. Tantalizing a person is one thing, but this was bordering on torture. She had me keyed up to the point where my erection wasn't subsiding when she stopped, and the time to get me close was diminishing. If this went on much longer, it would only take one touch to make me blast off.

"I am getting a bit sore," I told her.

She laughed. "Oh no you're not."

Laurel slid back down to sit lightly on my legs and continued her interruption torture another few cycles. In between I received a lecture on how I should go about doing the same thing to a woman, but with specific notes on female anatomy and how to give a woman the maximum satisfaction. My attention was distracted about how to fool Laurel into making a mistake in timing. My cock was just aching to explode. She was right about one thing, though: being restrained while it kept me from taking things into my own hands, certainly added to the erotic thrill of her "torture".




A Higher Education Ch. 04



The end, when it came, was sudden and not what I expected. She had me very close, but not as close as I'd been the previous two timesm when suddenly her weight disappeared off my legs.

In one deft move, Laurel slid up my body, and the next thing I knew, she'd plunged me all the way into her tightness.

I gasped and bucked underneath her, trying to get the movement I needed, only an inch or two of movement and I'd get the satisfaction I was so longing for. She rode me like a horse and her pussy moved not one iota.

"Laurel, please, for the love of God, let me cum!"

"You want to cum? Then stop moving."

I immediately did as I was told. For a good minute (it seemed like an hour, I was so keyed up), she did nothing. Then I felt a slight squeeze to my cock. I was well aware at this point that vaginas were nothing but muscle. Mrs. Jenson had nearly squeezed the life out of my cock when she'd cum the first time. But what Laurel began doing to my erection went far beyond a simple squeeze. The feeling was nearly indescribable, sort of like fluttering up and down the length of my cock, but that falls far short of the reality. Shifting her body slightly to drive me in deeper, Laurel intensified what she was doing to my cock.

"Oh my God," I gasped. "What are—"

"Hush. Concentrate on what you're feeling."

"I'm feeling like I'm going to blast off any moment."

"I know. I can feel you swelling."

"What you're doing is incredible."

"So I've been told, but I expect what you really want right now is this."

Laurel tightened her inner muscles until my cock was being squeezed really tightly. Then she rose up my full length once, twice and on the third downward thrust, I simply exploded inside her.

I don't know if I actually passed out or not, but suddenly everything got very fuzzy. Someone may have screamed. I think it might have been me.

While I came (and it went on a looooong time), she held herself tight against me, her body pressing down on my groin, and I could distantly feel that fluttering of her vagina around me again.

It took me a good two or three minutes to gather my wits enough to be able to speak.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. That was amazing."

I got a kiss on the nose for that. "See? Told you you'd thank me."

I slept as if dead that night and next morning Laurel had to wake me because I'd slept right through my alarm. If I dreamed anything, I don't remember it.

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It had not been a great day at school. With zero concentration, I missed things the profs were saying, nearly fell asleep in a seminar class, asked the most godawful stupid question in another because I'd been daydreaming, and nearly missed handing an assignment.

I just could not take my mind off Laurel. Everywhere I looked, I could almost see her. Every female seemed to remind me of her: I'd either see their similarities or differences.

Things were definitely getting out of hand. First and foremost, I was in school to do well and get a degree. This was costing my parents a lot; they were giving up things so their son could attend university. I owed it to them to do my best.

Yes, Laurel was also very aware that my work came first. She'd always ask about it before suggesting we play around, but truth be told, I would have been rather hard pressed to tell her I had work to do whenever she asked.

Walking back home, I decided we needed to have a heart-to-heart talk. School that day had been a big wake-up call for me. Arriving to an empty house, I went up to my room and got down to work. I figured I had at least 4 hours ahead of me and it might be nice to get ahead on my schoolwork a bit by working even longer. I'd been hanging on by my fingertips for most of the semester and that had to stop.

That evening, when I got called down for dinner, I asked if I could eat it upstairs because I was in the middle of a big assignment. Laurel looked at me closely and then nodded slowly. Feeling good about my self-control, I loaded up a tray and disappeared before I could be tempted to stay. I noticed that she did look especially alluring that evening, but put it off to my libido trying to get the upper hand.

Satisfied with my evening's work, I hit the hay shortly after midnight. I'd heard Laurel moving around the house a couple of times during the evening and she'd gone down the hall to her room about an hour earlier. With the next day being Saturday, I figured I'd sleep in, then hit the books. With the Christmas break coming up, I might be able to get all my work done and get to spend a completely carefree holiday with my folks.

I was just beginning to doze off, when my bedroom door opened a crack. "Derek? Are you still awake?"

"Sort of."

The door shut again and since the room was very dark, I couldn't be sure that Laurel was in the room until she was standing by the bed. Lifting the covers, she whispered, "Slide over please."

I did as she asked and suddenly there was something very warm and soft next to me. Luckily, the bed was a double and while there wasn't a lot of room, it would do.

All my thoughts about being a good student went right out the window as Laurel's arm slid under my neck and pulled me against her naked body.

"Is everything okay, darling?" she asked after a gentle kiss. "You seemed very distant tonight."

Everything swirled up in my brain and there were thoughts I hadn't had during the day.

"I have to do well in school," I began. "It's very important to me."

"I know that."

"Sometimes I feel that I'm thinking about you and our, um, relationship to the detriment of my school work."

"Are you feeling any guilt about what we've been doing? After all, it is a bit irregular."

I thought about that. "Maybe."

"If you want to cool it, just say so. Unless we're both getting the right things out of our arrangement, then it doesn't make sense to continue."

"What are you getting out of it, Laurel, I mean past the obvious?"

She was silent for a long time, before she said, "Boy, you ask the tough questions." More silence. "Okay. I do get my rocks off. I realized in my early twenties that I enjoy the sexual company of men very much. I also seriously get off on teaching. Really. Even after nearly twenty-one years, I still get off on it as much as ever." More silence. "After Ramon died I found I had no interest in any long term relationships with other men. Quite simply, I'd never find anyone like him. We were soul mates. To have to wade through candidates to find someone who might measure up to him was something I just couldn't be bothered doing. A series of one night stands held no glamor for me, either. That's when I came up with my solution. I could get what I needed sexually and also enjoy teaching something very different. In the end, I'd be sending out exceptional lovers who would hopefully please their women completely. Look on it as sort of a creating a legacy for what dear Ramon taught me."

"And you also get some companionship."

She kissed my cheek. "Yes, I do. It gets dreadfully lonely rattling around in a big house like this and I won't move into someplace smaller. I love my gardens too much. My family lives on the other side of the country and pretty well all my friends live here in town, so it's not like I'm going to have frequent house guests. Now, we were discussing your school work and got diverted. The last thing I want to do is get in the way of your education, Derek. Would you like to cool it a bit?"

I thought about that. What kind of idiot would I be to say I didn't want to jump her bones every time I saw Laurel? The past few weeks had been truly eye-opening, and even though I was around beautiful young coeds all day long, I couldn't wait to get back home and be able to gaze at a real woman. As I said before, I was more than a little in love with her right from the beginning.

"I'm just worried about not being able to say no to you. Last night, I should have been working. Even though what you showed me was more than wonderful, I knew I should have said no."

"Okay, then why don't you tell me when you have time to play?"

"I don't really want to do that, either. Part of the joy of being with you is never knowing when it's going to happen. Like now. I was all set to get a good night's rest and then you sneak up on me, press your warm body against mine and all I can think of is being inside you."

"You're not too tired?"

"I can sleep in tomorrow, I guess, but I do have to get more work done. Then there's your guests tomorrow evening and I have that football team party." I slid my hand over her ass and pulled her to me. "Now what is the lesson plan tonight, professor?"

"It's called tender loving and there's no agenda. I just want to enjoy making love to you. I tried to stay away tonight since it was obvious that something was bothering you, but I realized that I wouldn't be able to sleep unless I felt the kiss of your cock all the way up inside of me. Tonight we're just going to do what comes naturally between a male and a female." She began kissing my face and when she got close to my ear, she whispered, "But that doesn't mean that you can't draw on some of your training over the past few weeks."

We didn't take all that long to satisfy ourselves. Doing it in complete darkness, though, was a very neat experience, and since we weren't up to anything special, I could just relax and go with the flow.

I spent a lot of time licking and sucking on her breasts and loved the way she squirmed and sighed whenever I did something she liked. The way she played with my penis had a special intensity, too. She made it seem so natural to grasp me, squeezing, tugging and stroking. Even in the dark, though, she could sense when I was getting close, and while her teasing wasn't extreme like it had been the evening before, I'd learned something important: getting there was more than half the fun.

When I finally rolled Laurel on her back and her legs spread wide to welcome me, I used the tip of my penis to tease her, running it up and down her lips, almost pushing it in, rubbing her clitoris. She started with her hands on my arms, but as my teasing continued, her impatience showed as she moved her hips, trying to coax my erection inside of her. Eventually, she just grabbed my ass and tried to pull me into her. I kept my back rigid, so at first she didn't have much luck.

"Derek, please. I'm ready for you now."

"You want my cock inside of you, then you have to get it in there."

"Let me be on top."

"No."

"I'll just go back to my room, then."

"You and I both know that you won't."

"I'll throw you out on the street then, you beast!"

Now I knew she was joking, but I held firm.

Laurel wrapped her legs around the back of my legs until the head of my cock was near her vagina. Then I felt her body shift and I was pressing against it. Pulling me into herself, the big knob on the end of my cock resisted for a moment, then popped in along with the first inch or so of my shaft.

She was really working hard now, trying to literally climb onto my cock from underneath. Since my knees were not on the bed, I had to support all her weight. It turned into an epic struggle between us as she clung to me, pulling herself up onto my erection. The angle and effort made her very tight indeed and pretty soon we were both beginning to sweat, but neither seemed ready to give in.

It took several more minutes and I was about to collapse when suddenly our groins touched. The vixen had managed to get me all the way into her. The way her pussy clung to my cock, I had the momentary vision of her being able to hold herself there simply by using those marvelous inner muscles.

"Give up yet?" she asked.

"No," I answered, but she had to be feeling my legs beginning to shake from the effort of holding her pretty well completely off the bed.

"Derek, please. I can't do this all by myself and you know it. Now you've proven to me how strong your back and legs are. I need a good fucking. Please?"

"Put that way, how can I resist you, my lady?" I let her down, but decided to tease her a bit more. Putting on an English accent, I asked, "Now this fucking you referred, how does one go about it?"

She got into the spirit of it. "Well, you thrust in and out. I push back at you and hold you tight with my muscles, like this." She did it and I could not stifle my groan as she gripped me tightly. "Eventually, if you do it very well, I'll reward you by having a very nice orgasm, then you can do whatever you want until you have your orgasm. Then we'll both fall into a nice sleep cuddled together."

"Sounds like something I can manage. So I pull out like this?"

"Ummm, yes."

"Then I slide it back in like this?"

"Ohhh, yes you do it just like that. But I may ask you to do it faster and harder as my own crisis approaches. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

"If you're good."

"Oh, I'll be very, very good," she sighed as I continued thrusting my length into her. Then she tightened her grip on my arms. "Now fuck me until we both cum."

And I did.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Next morning, we were as good as our words. When I turned over in the late morning to kiss Laurel awake, I found myself alone in bed. Sometime during the night she had stolen away.

Downstairs in the kitchen was a note: Derek, thank you for last night. It was wonderful, but I don't think you need me to tell you that. As a lover, you're full of surprises, young man. I have some errands to run today. Make sure you get a full day's work in before you head out to your party this evening. If I know these sports gatherings at all, you won't be much good to anyone tomorrow morning. Dinner tomorrow night? I feel like cooking something special. ---Laurel

I did as she told me to do and spent the day finishing a paper that was due on the last day of classes before the Christmas break. In reading it over late in the afternoon, I had to admit that Laurel's coaching had taught me a great deal about how to organize my thoughts. I'd still want her to look this over for grammatical errors and typos I might not be catching, but I felt she'd be impressed by the general organization of my thoughts, and hopefully, so would the course's prof when he read it.

After a shower and a shave, I slipped on a pair of jeans, put on a fairly decent shirt and headed out to dinner. Laurel wasn't back yet and I didn't want to be in her way with friends arriving at 6:30, so I'd decided to get some grub at the student center's cafeteria then head over to the bar where the team was meeting. I'd been spending far too much time at home the past three weeks. Time to get out with some of my buds, although as I walked over to the university, I realized that I hadn't even missed them. Why hang out with a bunch of big kids when I had a beautiful woman waiting at home? That led to some interesting thoughts.

It was nearing 10:30 when the fight broke out. When big, tough wannabe jocks get together and excess beer is involved, strange things can happen. Nice guys become complete assholes, big scary guys become maudlin and weepy, and the most innocent comments can become reasons to go to war with friends.

Not a big drinker, I'd had a few. When you're only 19 and the legal age is 21, even with the best fake ID, it's best to keep a low profile. That's what I was doing.

The team had taken a few tables at the back of our favorite after-game drinking establishment, and as pre-arranged, lady friends weren't invited. It's hard for guys to do the guy thing when the little ladies are around. At least that's what the team had decided. Without a "girl" girl, it really didn't concern me.

So nursing my third or fourth glass of beer and picking at a plate of soggy nachos, I was trying to chat quietly with one of the guys, as around us, the party was getting louder as the beer consumption rose. From my far side, somebody bumped me hard. I turned to see Mike, already a bit bleary-eyed with a nearly full glass sloshing in his hand.

"So, Derek, me young buck, how do you like living with the delicious Professor Slutty Shorts?"

His question certainly gave me a start, and I scrambled to come up with something like, "Professor Jones-Gonzalez has been very nice to me. Thanks for the recommendation."

"She's quite a hot fuck, isn't she? Man, I'd like to still be getting a piece of that tail." He clapped me on the back really hard. "Bet she can't get enough of that pig-sticker between your legs." Mike turned to look across the table at Randy, the guy I'd been talking to. "You should see the body on this woman, Randy. The nicest tits and a cunt that's absolutely the finest I've ever dipped my wick in."

"Mike," I said, grabbing his arm, "you've had too much to drink. Why don't you come outside with me if you want to talk? Okay? This isn't the place for it."

Randy, though, was all ears. "What are you talking about, Mike?"

"The woman I used to board with, or should I say, sleep with. Quite the nice little arrangement, eh, Derek?" He nudged me hard in the ribs and gave me a semi man of the world wink, sort of hard to do when you're three sheets to the wind. "Quite the piece of tail, isn't she, Derek? Have you made her scream yet? She used to always scream when I was pounding my meat into her."

I grabbed Mike's arm. "Let's take this outside if you want to talk about it."

Randy grabbed at Mike's other arm. "No, stay and tell me more about this woman you were screwing. She sounds like someone I'd like to meet."

"It's just the ramblings of someone who's had too much beer," I told him. Getting to my feet, I pulled at Mike's arm again. "C'mon, Mike, I'll get you home."

He finally got to his feet. "I'm staying right here, mate. I think I should tell everyone about what's going on at the house."

"What house?" Randy asked, also on his feet.

Suddenly, everyone was looking at us.

"Mike, please." I said. "You know what will happen if you keep blabbing."

"Fuck you, Derek! I'd expect you'd show a bit of gratitude for the set-up I handed you."

"I do! Just shut up, Mike. Please!"

For some drunken reason, he took a swing at me. The next minute or so was a blur, but I remember dodging Mike's drunken punch and landing one of my own. Someone pushed me and a fist connected with my eye, hard. I stumbled against a table and I remember the sound of bottles breaking and cursing. Then the table upended, something hit me and blackness followed.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"I know things can get a little wild sometimes, but I wouldn't have expected your party to end up with me having to pick you up at the police station."

My head felt like it was about to split open, my right eye was swollen shut, there was a huge lump on the back of my head and the rest of me felt like I'd been trampled by a herd of horses. I leaned back wearily against the seat of Laurel's car, feeling sorry for myself.

We'd all gotten taken down to the cop shop, of course, and thrown in a cell for the night. Since nothing in the pub had been broken other than a few glasses which we'd offered to pay for, it appeared that no charges would be laid. I think the point was to scare the crap out of all of us -- something that they certainly accomplished with me. If my folks ever found out what had happened, that would be it.

When morning had rolled around, a few of us had gotten a really stern lecture by a sergeant and sent on our way. Mike and one other guy had taken swings at the cops who'd responded to the call from the pub and they had been charged.

Walking out the front door of the police station, I felt really shaky and weak, so it was with some relief that I spotted Laurel parked across the street. She waved and smiled, but I could see the concern on her face. Fortunately, none of the other guys were there to see her or more questions would have probably been asked.




A Higher Education Ch. 04



We drove off and that's when Laurel made her observation.

All I could come up with was a muttered, "Thanks."

"You don't look so hot."

"And I probably feel worse than I look."

"So what happened?"

I wished I didn't have to tell her what had precipitated the scuffle, but I also thought she should know. If Mike's story got out on campus, heaven only knew what would happen. Laurel listened with a concerned expression on her face.

When I finished, she sighed and said, "I always wondered when something like this would happen."

"The only person who really heard anything was Randy. After we were hauled downtown, Mike was put in a different cell from the rest of us. He took a couple of swings at the cops. He was really drunk. Perhaps nothing will come of it."

"Perhaps." Then she smiled. "But what's done is done. Maybe I should talk to him in a few days. Mike is probably just hurt that I had to ask him to leave."

"Because he fell in love with you."

She looked over at me. "Yes. I guess you could say that I broke his heart."

"It never happened before?"

"No. He's the first."

I found that hard to believe seeing the way I already felt about Laurel. Perhaps her other previous boarders had been able to keep it hidden, as I was doing right now. Perhaps they came to realize that it was just puppy love. Regardless, I understood where Mike might be coming from. I would be pretty hard hit if Laurel had asked me to leave.

We got home and she ordered me upstairs. "Get your clothes off and meet me in the bathroom. I'm going to draw you a hot salt bath; see if we can't get those sore muscles feeling better."

The way she said it sounded more like my mom than the woman I knew so intimately. I did as I was told.

The bathroom was very steamy and Laurel was swirling water around the tub with one hand. With a shortish skirt on that morning, I got the perfect view of her perfect ass as she was bent over. My cock responded accordingly.

She turned off the water and looked at me, first at my face, then lower down. I smile suffused her face as she shook her head.

"I can see you're feeling better."

I only felt a twinge of embarrassment. "Yes, ma'am."

"Get in the bathtub."

"Yes, ma'am."

Disappointingly, she slipped out right away after telling me I was to soak for at least 20 minutes.

"How will I know when 20 minutes has passed?"

"I'll tell you. Keep the water hot and your body in it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Stop saying that!" she said with a grin.

"Yes, ma'am."

The door slammed behind her. She returned in a few minutes with an icepack for the bump on my head, then left again.

The steamy water felt so relaxing, I was nearly asleep when she slipped in again. I noticed immediately that her hair was down and her feet were bare.

"Feeling any better? And don't you dare answer, 'Yes, ma'am'"

I just nodded.

Laurel held out a towel. "Now dry yourself off and let me look at that bump on your head." When I'd done that, she asked me to sit on the closed toilet. "Put your head down, please."

As she stood in front of me, feeling poorly or not, I couldn't help myself and began caressing the outside of her legs.

"Stop that! You're distracting me."

I moved to the inside of her legs, gently stroking the soft flesh with the backs of my hands.

"Stop that!"

I ignored her and worked my hands up under the skirt.

"Derek, please," Laurel said, but it was a bit softer, and there was a resignation in her voice.

I knew I was getting to her. With one hand I pulled her closer; the other moved higher up her legs. Lifting her blouse, I began kissing her tummy. When my tongue found her belly button, I got a soft moan in reply.

Laurel's body shifted a little, giving better access to the hand stroking her thighs. I took that as an invitation to move higher still. She wrapped her hands around my head, holding me to her.

Her sex felt hot and damp when I finally touched it. That contact was met by a shudder through her body and another low moan.

"Oh, Derek. This isn't the time."

I slipped a couple of fingers inside her panties. She crouched down a bit giving me even more access as she bent over to kiss the top of my head.

My cock was now fully erect and sticking up and not far from her crotch. As I gently explored her slit with my fingers, they were quickly coated with her juices. The musky fragrance of her arousal filled the small bathroom.

We were silent for several minutes while I teased her with gentle touches and flicks, staying away from her clit -- most of the time. My efforts were rewarded with sighs and tremors and much more of her golden nectar. I longed to pull her to my face so I could bury myself in her sweet honeypot, but I came up with a better idea.

Her breath caught as I slid her panties down her thighs and they dropped to the floor once past her knees. Putting my hands on the firm globes of her ass, I pulled forward.

"Derek, please. Not now."

My hands kept their pressure and forced Laurel to step forward, straddling me. Then, with my hands now on the swell of her hips, I pulled her down.

"Derek, no. Don't force me."

I could tell from her tone and the fact that her body didn't stiffen, didn't fight, that she was playing a game. I pulled more forcefully.

"Derek, no." She still had hold of my head.

A moment later, my cock's head touched her slit.

"No, please."

When I pulled again, her hips shifted and my cock slipped back to her opening. I began to pull her down onto me. She made delicious little struggles to keep up her game, but my cock inexorably disappeared inside her.

With a few inches in, I began moving Laurel up and down, forcing more of my cock into her vagina. In a few more minutes it was over: our groins were pressed tightly together.

Now she was holding me to her chest, her head bent over mine. I unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra and began sucking and gently biting her nipples. My hands were supporting her upper back as she began rising and falling a little on my cock.

Eventually, she leaned farther back, forcing more of my cock inside her and grinding her pussy against me. We were staring into each other's eyes now. Hers were filled with lust and I hoped she saw the same thing in mine.

This time I could do little and so I got to experience Laurel taking her pleasure on my cock. With each downward stroke, she moved her hips making my cock press against the front of her vagina, sliding it in only partially. It was obvious she was using my cock's head to rub her g-spot.

Soon she was gasping and groaning and her face reflected her concentration on what she was feeling. My stimulation was also very heavy due to the movements of her hips and I began to be concerned that I'd finish before she would. Her vagina got tighter. Was it me swelling prior to my orgasm, or Laurel tightening?

I switched my hands back to her hips and she put her hands around my neck, pulling herself to me. Our lips met in an incendiary kiss, tongues fluttering in each other's mouth. She pressed her upper body against me, now just rolling her hips to keep the stimulation building.

Suddenly her kisses were raining down on my neck and she began to talk feverishly. "Oh God, Derek, I love your cock so much. I just can't resist it. When you didn't come home last night, I thought you were with some girl you met and I was consumed by jealousy. I wanted you so badly and you weren't here."

"I'm here now."

"Oh, yes, and God, you feel so good. Such a big head, I can feel it all the way up inside me. I've never felt so full before."

"Am I the biggest you've ever had?"

"Oh yesssss," she hissed, "and the fattest. I can't get enough of you. After what you told me, I was going to be good, going to do the right thing, but then you forced me. You forced me onto your cock." Her movements became even more frenzied. "I dream about your cock. I think about it all the time. On Friday, I had to lock my office door and play with myself, imagining you were there fucking me, fucking me with your beautiful cock."

I got even harder as that thought filled my imagination.

"Are you close, Derek, dear?"

"Oh yes, my darling Laurel. Oh yes."

"I am, too. Do you like the way I'm fucking you?"

"Christ yes!"

"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your cock and I want you to cum in me. I want to feel your cock swell and pulse and know that you're filling me with your seed. That turns me on so much."

Our orgasms crashed together and I wrapped my arms tightly around my precious Laurel as she writhed and thrashed from the intensity of what she was experiencing. She had such a tight hold on it, my cock could barely move inside her as it pulsed over and over and over..

Long after we'd finished, we held on to each other with me still buried deep inside her.

"I'm going to miss you so when you're back home," she said eventually. "I'm going to miss this." And she gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy muscles.

"I'm going to miss this, too." And I made my cock swell a bit.

"Make as much time for me this week as you can. I want to be satiated when you leave."

"What about my homework?"

She grinned down at me. "I'll help you with it."

"If you want to be satiated, then that's going to mean an awful lot of lovemaking," I pointed out.

"I know."



A Higher Education Ch. 05



I knew within the first five minutes that Derek Small was a very special young man -- and I'm not talking about sexually.

First of all, it was apparent that he was what you'd call "a good boy" and had obviously been very well brought up. Mike hadn't told him anything about the reality of what went on between me and my boarders, or young men, as I preferred to think of them, but even so, he didn't have a trace of that macho swagger that most well-endowed males seem to possess. He just came across as a serious young man, looking to get out of a noisy, freshman-filled dorm, so that he could get on with his studies. I remember be really struck by that.

What did he look like? Well, to cut to the chase, he was a hotty. Tall, a bit lanky (I got the feeling he'd fill out a bit more as the years went on), he had nice brown eyes, a full mouth, well-tended brown hair and a ready smile, handsome overall in a rough and ready way. He was quite nervous as we talked that afternoon on the patio and basked on a late fall day that felt like a genuine gift. Winter was closing in fast. He told me he'd been brought up on a horse farm and there was a bit of that genuine "farm boy" feel to him. He said "ma'am" more than anyone I'd ever met.

Mike, on the other hand, I was relieved to be shot of him, to tell the truth. Talk about a polar opposite to his replacement. He'd arrived full of swagger. Again not knowing what went on, I got the impression his idea was that he was going to seduce me. Within a day of his moving in, he put some really laughable moves on me.

First, he came out of the bathroom completely naked, towel thrown carelessly over his shoulder, cock partially erect. Obviously, he'd waited to hear me coming up the stairs. When I turned the corner, there he was, completely unabashed.

"Oh, I thought you were downstairs," he said looking me in the eyes. His eyes then travelled down to his cock which was swelling even more, his obvious intent to get me to look at it as well. "I hope you're not offended."

I shrugged, trying hard not to laugh. "No. I've seen the odd penis before. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Walking by him in the hall, he turned and his now-erect cock brushed my hip. I should have given it a good hard slap to teach him some manners.

Once in my room, I allowed myself a good laugh. That little prank meant Mike was going to wait a good bit of time until he got into my pants. A little frustration would be an excellent way to bring his childish behavior to a screeching halt. When we finally played, it would be plainly clear to him that I was the seducer and he was the seducee.

I learned later that Mike's behavior wasn't completely his fault. He'd lost his cherry at a very early tender age to one of his older sister's friends. That had started him on a tear through his neighborhood as the local women found out about the randy young man with the big cock and excellent staying power. It's truly amazing how many housewives will risk their marriages to experience a bit of pleasure from a well-hung man. Mike learned pretty quickly that he had a gold mine between his legs, and all those early lovers facilitated his change in attitude. No wonder he had that swagger. In his mind, little old Doreen Jones-Gonzalez, the middle-aged widow woman was destined to be just another notch on his pistol.

Derek, on the other hand, had none of that. It struck me as rather sad that he viewed the size and girth of his magnificent cock as an impediment to his happiness. How refreshing! This time I would only have to teach him how to use it, not beat the swagger out of him before we could get down to the serious work of making him an excellent and sensitive lover.

That was the only way to describe Derek's manhood: magnificent. I didn't think I'd ever seen a cock that was more perfect. Okay, I'll admit I've always been a size queen. Ramon, to whom I'd surrendered my virginity at the advanced age of 22, had been rather well-hung: 8 inches and pretty fat. He really knew how to wield it, too. 

Sexually, I count my blessings every time I make love that I had such an experienced and wonderful teacher. It was worth the pain of high school and early college, with its cruelty and desperation to someone painfully shy, not particularly good-looking and consequently unpopular. I covered my pain by hiding behind books and my intellect, the one place where I actually had some confidence.

How Ramon had managed to see through all of that to the real me is still a mystery. I remember so well that first kiss from him. Sitting side by side at a table in a seminar room, we were discussing a paper I'd just written. He'd simply stopped my chatter, taken off my glasses and kissed me. It was all rather chaste, but it was the first time I'd ever been kissed romantically.

Something in me ignited and before the end of the night (a long, long night), I was no longer a virgin, I'd experienced multiple orgasms and had a pretty good idea of what sex could really be like.

Derek, on the other hand, had been jumped by a horny housewife, used, then discarded. His story about his fumblings after that made my blood boil. I so wished that I could have been his first. Here was a young man who so richly deserved what Ramon had given me.

I wasted no time in beginning the process of introducing him to what sex could actually be like. I spent the first 10 days or so of his time with me finding out more about him, and letting him settle in nicely. One night, he opened up about how he was shy around girls, didn't have a steady (I already knew that from quizzing Mike) and was generally as inexperienced as I'd already guessed.

Sitting back on the sofa as we talked, I made sure he got a good eyeful (not that I hadn't done a bit of that already in order to prime the pump) as I stretched out on the sofa. I gratifyingly noticed once again the predatory gleam that all males seem to get when ogling a female they find attractive. There was also a bit of a stir in his pants, so I immediately decided that tonight was the night.

It all worked perfectly: him coming out of the bathroom after showering and an invite to spy on me by my bedroom door being left partially open. My newest student took the bait perfectly.

I must admit to being more than a little turned on as I took off my robe while he watched from the hall -- complete with a gratifying little gasp as it slipped from my shoulders -- and I made sure I primed the pump a little more by playing with me breasts and nipples, always a big turn on for me. I could tell from the moisture and the second audible gasp from the hall when I touched myself between the legs that we were both more than ready for a roll in the hay.

It took everything I had to keep from laughing when I called him into my room. Such a poor little puppy dog face! It was clear that he thought I was going to boot him out of the house. Little did he know.

I made sure I gave him a good look at my body as I sat in a rather unladylike pose on the chair I pulled up. I also wanted to make sure that he knew who was boss. The distance his bathrobe was sticking out in front almost had me drooling, though, and when I had him take it off, it took every bit of my will power not to just throw him down on the bed, mount him and fuck myself into oblivion.

Derek's cock was very long (10.75 inches I found out later when I measured it) and nearly as fat as my wrist. Two things past that made it a further stand out (sorry for the pun): its head was huge, almost the size of a tennis ball, and it turned up slightly at the end. I mean, if I had to design the perfect cock for someone of my tastes, this was it. He also had a huge set of balls, so I was going to get generous amounts of semen, something I also love.

Somehow I managed to take it slowly that night. I can't tell you what it felt like to touch such a magnificent cock and to know that I could do whatever I wanted with it. I would be lying if I said that it doesn't give me a sense of power to control these very masculine young men that I take under my wing, and the cock that I was sliding along that first night belonged to someone whom I instinctively knew would make an incredible lover.

Teachers go their whole careers, working with thousands of talented students, and maybe only once or twice if they're extremely lucky do they get a genius. Derek's demeanor and his equipment led me to believe that he could fall into that category sexually.

I hadn't planned on actually letting him penetrate me that first night. Most of that was for him. I wanted to bring him along slowly and carefully, but partly it was for me. I knew what an important part anticipation plays in experiencing really great sex.

In the end, though, I just couldn't resist and I took Derek with his back to my bedroom wall. His hands on my rear end burned as I impaled myself on him again and again, and when his cock swelled and got impossibly hard prior to his orgasm, I nearly swooned.

He left me a complete wreck, lying on my bed that night. I'd told him I wanted to shower with him, but let me tell you, it was hard to get moving. Once in the bathroom, though, my lethargy fell away. This time I did stick to my plan and gave him a hand job. It was good for him, and great for me, since I just love masturbating men. I also wanted to observe just what that massive organ looked like when the crisis arrived.

The dear boy had me so worked up later, that I had to bring myself off twice before I could unwind enough to fall asleep. My biggest dildo hardly satisfied me. Once again, I was sorely tempted and nearly went down the hall to Derek's room. But success in my little "course of study" was completely dependent on keeping control of the situation.

Little did I know how hard that would become over time.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

We were coming along rather nicely when the Christmas break arrived and Derek would be gone for 2 weeks. Normally, that's a nice time for me to decompress from first term, visit with friends, eat more than I should and be able to wander around the house naked without having my young boarders think that I'm gagging for more sex.

Something was different that first year with Derek, though. I constantly had him on my mind. What was he doing? Was he thinking of me at all, or had he met some sweet young thing who had the intelligence to recognize just what a find he was? She'd seduce him, make him hers and I'd get a phone call saying he'd decided to switch schools. For the first time in my life, I lived in fear that one of my boarders would disappear.

I also was climbing the walls in sexual frustration. That final week of the fall term, we had fucked ourselves into oblivion and it surprised me how much I missed Derek's tender touches, his warmth and humor, and of course his magnificent cock.

I found myself masturbating 2 or 3 times a day. I watched some of the old videos of me that Ramon had shot with all combinations of men and women, then I'd think of Derek doing the same things. Out would come one of the dildos. I took myself on the bed with me knees drawn up, plunging those fake cocks in and out of myself almost savagely in my search for satiation from the itch that was consuming me.

One of them had a suction cup, so I stuck that on the tiled wall of my en suite bathroom. Even with a vibrating butt plug buzzing away and that latex monster ravaging my cunt, I still couldn't get what I was aching for.

On Christmas Day, two separate things happened, both rather unexpected. I was in the kitchen eating a solitary breakfast and feeling thoroughly sorry for myself. Later that day, I was to go to dinner at a colleague's house. It would be the usual convivial evening, we'd pop Christmas crackers, read the bad jokes they contained, wear our tissue paper crowns and indulge in way too much food and wine. After dinner there would be some sort of silly game, we'd listen to music and I'd wobble home very late. For some reason I dreaded the whole thing that year.

Then the phone rang.

I have to stop and tell you one of the most amazing things about Derek Small. He quickly requested that we jettison my given name of Doreen for my middle name, Laurel. What he didn't know was that I hated the name Doreen. I always had. When I was in my teens, I'd been convinced it was yet another reason why the cool crowd hadn't liked me. Doreen made me sound like I was 60 years old. No one except my mother and father had named their child Doreen in at least half a century.

Derek melted my heart when he said I seemed more like a Laurel to him. I nearly wept when he'd said that because that had been exactly what Ramon had said the night he'd taken off my glasses and kissed me, and that's what he'd always called me everafter.

So the phone rang on Christmas morning.

"Hello?"

"Laurel. Merry Christmas."

My heart skipped like a lovesick teenager's when I heard Derek's voice. It took me a moment to pull myself together.

"Laurel? Are you there?"

"Yes, Derek. I just had to put something down."

"I didn't want to let the day go by without calling to see how you were."

What I thought in my head was, "I'm so goddamned horny, I'd fuck myself on the stick shift of my car if it would do any good." What I actually said was, "I'm just fine. The holidays are always a good time to catch up on things you've let slide. How are your holidays going?"

"Well, we're having a family gathering this afternoon and an early dinner. Then my cousins and I are going out to a party. Some of the old gang are getting together."

That's not what I wanted to hear. I wanted my boy safe at home with mom and dad, away from all those young, nubile women. Surely they'd pick up the vibe that something was different about Derek. I'd certainly taught him enough that he'd be able to sweep any girl off her feet -- especially if he used his tongue. Derek was already a master cunnilinguist.

Derek's voice drew me out of my dark thoughts. "So what are you doing?"

"Well, I'm having breakfast, then I'm going to work on a paper I'm writing. Later, I'm going to dinner at a colleagues house."

"No relatives?"

"No. We couldn't work out our schedules this year."

"That's too bad. I wish I could be with you. I really miss you, Laurel. A lot."

His voice had dropped very low and I had a wicked, wicked thought.

"Are you alone?"

"No. Mom and Dad are here, but they're going to church in a few minutes. They said I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. That's a first."

"When do they leave?"

"It's got to be in 10 minutes or they'll be late."

"I'll call you back in 15, okay? Give me the number there."

I gave it an extra 5 minutes to be safe and I was up in my bedroom when I called back.

"Hello, Derek," I said and my voice was low and husky.

I could tell he was a bit puzzled. "It's you."

"Yes. Are you alone now?"

"Completely."

"Good. Where are the phones in your house?"

"There's the one I'm on. That's in the kitchen. There's another in the front hall and one in my parents' room."

"Go up to your parents' room."

"Why?"

"Because right now I'm lying on my bed. I'm naked and my legs are wide open. Near my right hand is the largest dildo I own. I bought it yesterday. It's 10 1/2 inches long and nearly 8 inches around."

Boy, did that get his attention. The phone was quiet for a good 20 seconds.

"You're making me get hard," he said when he came on again.

"That's the whole idea, dear boy. Now take your clothes off."

For the next 15 or so seconds I listened to the sound of clothes being rapdily removed, then Derek's voice was back. "Okay, I'm naked. But what I really want is to hold you in my arms and be inside you."

"This will have to do for now. I'd like to be with you, too, to feel your cock burning inside me."

"I just feel a little weird doing this on the phone." Then he started chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking how much harder this would be if we had to do it by letter."

That's just the sort of thing that made me adore Derek. He could say the most utterly charmingly nonsensical things.

"Are you completely hard, dear?"

"Are you kidding? With that sultry voice of yours and the thought of you lying naked?"

"Sultry is a new word for you."

"I picked up a book for the flight back. It was filled with erotic short stories written by women."

"And did it turn you on?"

"I had no idea women could be so filthy. You're as bad as males."

One of my vibrators was buzzing away merrily as I moved it around my genitals in a random manner, more to keep my edge but not enough to move me any closer to an orgasm. That would come later.

"Mmmm... Women who know what good sex is can have some pretty raunchy thoughts. They're no different from men."

"And you're like that."

"Yes. I'm very guilty of that."

"But women also add a lot of romance to go with those raunchy thoughts."

I thought to myself, He really gets it. 

"Absolutely, and that's something that most men don't understand. First you make a woman feel loved or at least really wanted, then you get her really hot, and if she trusts you, she'll reveal her innermost thoughts -- and a lot of those are quite raunchy."

"What are you thinking right now?"

"My mind is very focused on your beautiful cock. You do have a very exceptional one, you know."

"That's what you're always telling me."

"You have to believe it."

"What do you like best about it?"

I let the vibrator rest on my throbbing clit for a moment. My arousal skyrocketed and I had to stifle a groan. "That's hard to say."

"Is it my length?"

"That's very nice, but you'll probably find that it's a bit long for a lot of women, at least at first, and you're going to have to learn to be very careful about that. But you're also very thick. Most women will love a fat cock of any length over a long skinny cock."

More clit play and I stuck the phone between my shoulder and neck so I could have another hand to play with my nipples. They were nice and hard already. Twisting them felt very good.

Derek broke in on my wandering attention. "What else?"

"Are you playing with that gorgeous cock right now?"

"Yes."

"Don't let yourself cum yet."

"Okay."

"Let's see, I think the glans, the mushroom head of your cock, is the nicest one I've seen, big and fat. I love feeling it slide up and down inside of me, especially when it swells just before you cum. But I think the best thing about your cock is the way it curves up at the end. That feels so good, especially when I'm riding you. God, it makes me hot just thinking about it."

Derek appeared to be getting into the swing of things. "Are you very wet?"

Reaching down I ran a finger between my labia. It was soaking. "Mmmm, yes, very wet." I slid my finger into my mouth and sucked it as if it were a tiny cock.

Talking with Derek had me in such heat, and even though it was a real kick to have phone sex with him, I knew there would be a let-down at the end, no matter how good my orgasms were. I needed to feel his warm body between my legs.

"I've been thinking about your body," Derek said, "a lot. I love everything about it: your beautiful breasts with their long sensitive nipples, the way they sway when you walk and the way your nipples point up slightly -- as if they're inviting me to suck on them.

"I love your smell. It's sort of spicy and sweet. And when you're aroused, that smell and taste are indescribable. I just want to drink you in."

I couldn't wait, so I picked up my new dildo, the one that corresponded to Derek's size, and began playing around my opening, teasing myself as if he were between my legs and not yet ready to penetrate me.

"You have the most beautiful ass, Laurel, its shape, the firmness of it. I love to cup both globes in my hand and pull you against me. I wish I could do that right now."




A Higher Education Ch. 05



"So do I." 

I pushed an inch of dildo inside me. The momentary resistance, then the rush of something so stretching me felt marvelous. I immediately took it out and pushed in again, just a bit farther, this time tightening my vagina to make it really feel good.

"What was that groan?" Derek asked. "What are you doing?"

"I'm working a big, fat dildo into me. It feels so good."

"Better than me?"

"No. But it's the best I can do at the moment," I gasped as I shoved a couple more inches in."

"You're making me so hard."

"Is your cock throbbing?"

"Oh yes."

"And is the glans turning that beautiful angry purple color?"

"It is."

"Don't cum until I'm ready, okay?"

"I'll try."

"This is part of your training. Pace yourself."

I was now getting into a steady rhythm with the dildo and probably had a good 8 inches up inside me. It didn't have that upturned end Derek's cock had, but it was feeling very good. Picking up a small vibrator, I turned it on to a nice easy buzz and began running it around my clit. My arousal shot up several notches immediately.

"Are you standing up or lying down?" I asked.

"Standing."

"Do you remember the first time we made love?"

"How could I forget something that important?"

"I loved sliding along your cock just teasing you. I know how much you wanted me to slide you inside me."

"Oh, yes. I wanted that."

"I couldn't resist you, you know. My plan was to just bring you to orgasm with my pussy lips, but I couldn't resist finding out what that cock would feel like thrusting...thrusting... Oh God, I can almost feel you thrusting inside me."

I was completely out of control now as I rammed that dildo in again and again and again, imagining that it was Derek, his body like a fine-tuned machine fucking me into oblivion. Almost beyond words, I could only grunt and groan into the phone, but I knew that would turn Derek on more than mere words.

"Laurel, are you getting close?"

"Almost...there," I gasped.

The vibrator was pressed tightly against my clit now and I was thrusting as hard as I could stand. My breathing was ragged and my pulse through the roof. If Derek had been between my legs, I would have been holding him to me, feeling the muscles in his back and in his buns as he thrust his cock into me. My legs would have been wrapped around his, urging him on and then there would have been that incredible final swelling just before his cock exploded, shooting his seed deep within me, its warmth filling me to overflowing.

"Oh God, Derek, I'm going to cum. Come with me. Please!"

At the other end of the line, he was gasping, too, and I wondered for a moment how he brought himself off. I'd have to get him to masturbate for me someday soon. Curious how one's mind can slip sideways at the most intense moments.

I could feel my clit swelling and that special tingle in my groin signaling a really large orgasm. Shifting the angle of the dildo, I made sure its thrusting length touched my g-spot just the right way.

Derek groaned loudly and I knew his semen was shooting out the end of his cock in long, arcing ropes. I wished they were landing on me. I could see the delightful grimace he'd be making at that moment almost as clearly as if he were in the room with me, looking down as he came.

Pulling up my knees, I managed to push an extra inch of dildo inside me, just as my orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave.

And tidal wave it was, too, as I squirted all over the place. It was probably the dildo that caused a build up of pressure, but it exploded out like a fire hose.

For several seconds neither of us made a sound. I was trying to gather my scattered wits as they floated around the room. If Derek's orgasm had been half as violent, I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd fallen to the floor.

"Derek?" I finally asked.

"Yes."

"I hope your orgasm was as good as mine."

His voice was tender. "Are you smiling?"

"What do you mean?"

"Whenever you have a really good orgasm, you have this wonderful, sort of sleepy smile on your face. I love that smile. I wish I was there to see it."

I turned my head and looked in the mirror on the wall opposite. He was right. It looked sort of goofy and crooked, but the thing that melted my heart at that moment was the fact that he'd noticed at all. No one else ever had, or if they did, they didn't think it important enough to pass on.

Suddenly I wanted to cry. "I have to go now, Derek. There's someone at the door."

"I think I know what that is. I should get going, too. I've made a mess all over my mother's bedspread. Can't have her finding this!"

"Thank you for calling me. It was very kind."

He laughed. "Thank you for calling back. It was very erotic." There was silence for a moment. "I've really been missing you."

"I've missed having you around the house," I answered. "It's pretty silent around here with just me."

"I, um, was thinking of coming back a bit early, tell my parents I have a project to finish and I need to use the library at school."

"You should be with your parents on the holiday, not back here," my mouth said into the phone, but my brain was doing high-fives at the thought of Derek's return, so I didn't argue very strenuously with him.

As I lay there in the afterglow of better phone sex than I could have imagined, I thought hard about whether I was in danger of breaking my cardinal rule: not getting feelings for my borders.

It was pushed closer to the wall when the doorbell did ring shortly after noon. It was a flower shop delivering something for me. A friend of Derek's who he'd arranged with to make a special delivery on Christmas. It was the most beautiful Christmas flower arrangement I'd ever seen: holly, white roses and marigolds, red carnations, pine sprigs and a dusting of baby's breath all in a gold-painted metal vase.

Holding it to me after the door shut, I burst into tears.



A Higher Education Ch. 06



It was only my fifth time on an airplane (Dad had always driven us everywhere) and it was so nice to look forward to someone special waiting for me when I came through the arrivals doors, especially someone as special as my landlady.

That was something that over the time we were together that always struck me as so odd: having to refer to Laurel as my "landlady", but it had proved to be necessary, just so I wouldn't make some sort of slip in public. After my little run-in with Mike at the pub, I saw how easy it would be for everything to fall apart completely. Bad things would happen to her if it ever got out.

I had been so torn over my holiday trip back home. Certainly, I'd missed my family and relatives, having never really been away from home before, but at the same time, I'd wanted to be with Laurel. Mom and Dad, as well as my friends, were sorry to see me head out early, but I'd come up with a plausible excuse, and I stayed most of the holiday season with them. I was only cutting out three days earlier than I'd planned, after all.

It might have been only been absence making my heart grow fonder, but to me Laurel looked stunning that day. There had been snow overnight and the day was brilliantly sunny, and when I spotted her on the fringes of the crowd at the arrivals gate, I thought she looked like a movie star traveling incognito. A white scarf wrapped around her head, huge sunglasses and the collar of her coat pulled up immediately brought Audrey Hepburn to my young mind.

I ached to scoop her up and plant a crushing kiss on her red lips, but her body language made it clear that wouldn't have been cool. We couldn't be sure that someone who could cause trouble might see us. There would be plenty of time for kisses and much more when we were alone.

"Good to see you again, Derek," Laurel said, holding out her hand. "I hope you had a good flight."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered and was immediately rewarded with a tiny smile, just the faintest curling up at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, come along then," she answered as she turned and headed for the door.

I'd found out that Laurel could walk very quickly and I had to trot the first few steps to catch up to her, my Christmas present suitcase, bouncing along behind as I pulled it.

"What have you been doing while I've been gone?" I asked.

She didn't answer right away because we were walking through a crowd of happily chattering people also entering the car park building. Most were parked on the first floor, but two couples got on the elevator with us. Laurel looked impatient.

Once the elevator door closed at the second floor and we were alone, Laurel took one step and pressed herself against me. Pulling my head down with both hands, she gave me a bruisingly hard kiss, her tongue in my mouth like a snake in search of its next meal. I felt a hand rub my hardening cock.

Just as the door opened at floor three, she stepped away and smiled. "Now you know what I've been thinking about."

Walking to the far end of the building, my hand instinctively reached out for hers.

"Not here," she whispered, pulling it away. My hurt feelings must have shown in my face, because she added, "I'm sorry."

The day was cold with a blustery wind that whistled through the structure nearly unhindered. I stopped to pull up the zipper on my jacket and Laurel walked a head a few steps before stopping. My eyes never left her.

Even with the bulky coat on, one could get hints of the lithe body that was buried inside. About four inches of bare leg showed below before being engulfed by high brown suede boots. With that sense some women possess -- usually the most beautiful ones -- she instinctively knew I was watching her because she stopped but did not turn around. After a few moments though, Laurel turned her head, smiled innocently, and asked, "Coming?"

It was certainly a loaded question if I'd ever heard one.

She got in the car as I quickly dumped my suitcase into the trunk and when I got in on the passenger side, I noticed she'd unbuttoned the bottom of her coat as she always did so that she could comfortably use the clutch. What was different this time was that I could detect nothing but skin beneath it.

"Are you naked?" I blurted out.

Laurel looked down at herself. "Oh dear. Looks as if I forgot to get dressed."

I made a lunge across the stick shift as she turned the key and the car's engine roared to life.

She gently put a hand on my chest and pushed. "Down Tiger. Now is not the time or place. You're just going to have to be patient."

As she pulled out of the parking space, I asked, "Why are you teasing me like this?"

"I'm teaching you patience." We started down the exit ramp. "Truthfully, though, I'm teasing both of us. There's something deliciously wicked about being naked in public."

"You do this often?"

"Only when I'm in a particular mood."

Laurel re-buttoned part of the coat as we inched towards the payment booths. "I once picked up Ramon at the airport like this. I was ragingly horny and he was, of course, delighted. Unfortunately, when I reached out to pay, my coat opened right up and the guy taking my money got an eyeful. I don't think that would be a good thing today, me a professor and you a student and all. But it is a tempting idea."

"It turns you on, showing yourself to people, doesn't it?"

"There is a certain amount of the exhibitionist in me. Even though many wouldn't admit it, women liked being looked at, just maybe not in as radical a way as I am right now." 

She rolled down her window, smiled at the man in the booth as if everything were perfectly normal, then slipped the car in gear as the gate went up, and we roared out of the airport. Once on the highway, she unbuttoned the coat again, this time pulling it all the way open.

"Sometimes women can get out of control," she told me as she drove. "We can be as aggressive as men. You will have women flaunting themselves at you, Derek. I'm sure of that. Someone who's out of control in the wrong situation can be dangerous to you. What if I was doing this and there was a husband around? Maybe I'm the wife of your best friend. What if I was a co-worker or even your boss? How would you handle the situation?"

Frankly, I was barely listening, currently watching the muscles in Laurel's thighs as she expertly shifted into fifth. Her legs were partially open and I could see her sex had been freshly shaved. My eyes rose up her flat abdomen to her breasts, their nipples very hard and red even though the car was quite warm. I knew her well enough by now to tell when she was aroused.

"Derek! Pay attention. If a woman was flaunting her body at you like this and you knew it wasn't appropriate, what would you do?"

"This," I answered as I undid my seatbelt, leaned across the car and sucked her right nipple into my mouth.

"Jesus! Do you want to cause an accident?" she gasped and used her left hand on my forehead to push me away, but not before one of mine slipped between her legs for a moment. My middle finger came away very wet.

I stuck it in my mouth, savoring her taste and scent.

Changing the subject, I said, "You like a little danger, I can tell."

"Only when I'm super horny."

"And you are now?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't had a real cock for nearly ten days."

"That's pretty frank. I thought you were teaching me completely out of altruism," I teased.

"Only partially. There has to be some payoff for me, too."

"So you want me to make love to you when we get home?"

"No. I want you to fuck me."

"That's a pretty raw thing for a tenured and well-respected professor to say to an undergrad."

"Well, that's the way I'm feeling today."

"What if I don't want to fuck you?"

Laurel's hand snaked over to my crotch. "I don't think it will be hard to interest you."

I removed her hand. "You might be surprised."

I'm not sure if I upset her or not by sidetracking the conversation, but talk ended for the last ten minutes of our trip. 

I wondered if all women were this puzzling. I'd used part of the time I'd been away thinking about just what had happened since I'd moved into her home. Sure, I'd come to university with the expectation that I might meet some girls and get lucky, the size of my cock not withstanding, but my relationship with Laurel was beyond my wildest dreams -- and believe me, I had some really wild ones. 

After my run in with Nancy where she freaked when she saw the size of my dick, I decided that it might be a good idea to get my hands on a few sex books. That way, the next time I got in a promising situation, I might please a girl rather than scaring her to death. I learned (among other things) that females enjoyed being licked between their legs, that I shouldn't just jump their bones, but move slowly, and that if I got them really worked up, they just might be willing to give my cock a try. But all the books can't completely answer the questions I'd had.

Moving into the room at Laurel's had certainly answered all of them and then some, but every time I thought I'd begun to have more than a basic understanding of the female side of our species, this amazing woman would completely change tack and dump all the knowledge I thought I'd collected on its head.

So the remaining time of our homeward trip was occupied by trying to guess where the current situation might be going -- but also gazing at Laurel's body and imagining what I might soon be doing to her.

As if I wasn't in the car, she went about the the business of driving, but I did notice her legs had moved farther apart than they needed to be and her coat had fallen open even more. Anyone driving up next to us would have gotten an eyeful.

Once off the highway and closer to her house, even though Laurel covered things up a bit, there was still a lot of tease in every move she made. We both knew I was looking and she was making the most of it, seducing me via my imagination. If her plan was to stimulate me sexually by her half-hidden state of undress and her seemingly casual movements as she drove, it succeeded admirably: my cock had grown uncomfortably tight in my pants.

We pulled into the garage and I was about to get out when Laurel spoke.

"So Derek, if I was your boss, and I made it clear that I wanted you, but you knew that it wasn't a good idea, what would you do?"

It was clear from her voice that she didn't want any cheeky replies. Hers was a serious question. She had slipped into teaching mode, and quite frankly I was disappointed. I wanted us to just enjoy each other after my long absence.

"I, ah, don't really know."

"Not good enough. The reason I'm asking is that it will certainly happen to you. You need to have strategies ready. Would you be able to resist?"

"I'd like to think that I could."

"What if she flaunted her body at you like this?"

Laurel pulled her coat completely open again and looked at me with a frankly sexual hunger. Sliding down in her seat, she opened her legs a lot wider. The small sports car was immediately filled with the fragrance of her arousal. While I watched, she delicately took hold of her left nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and began almost absentmindedly pulling and twisting it. Her right hand drifted onto her stomach, lightly caressing her skin as it slid lower.

When she spoke again, her voice had a husky quality I hadn't heard before. "Do you find me attractive, Derek?"

I gulped. "You know I do."

"Would you like to make love to me?"

"What? Right here?"

Laurel's expression and tone changed immediately. "Focus, dear boy, focus!"

I felt pretty stupid. "Oh, I get it. This is a scenario."

She shook her head a bit, then slid smoothly back into the character she'd adopted.

"Derek, I want you to put aside our business relationship for the next hour or two and make love to me. Take me! I'm yours."

A light went off in my head. Certainly my manhood had caught the attention of older, more experienced women very easily. Once I started in the workforce after graduation, it certainly could happen again. If I took everything I'd learned with Laurel as gospel, then I just might get into a situation like the one she was playing at. I reluctantly decided to play along.

What Laurel didn't know is that I had played with myself only the occasion of her hair-raising phone call during my entire time away. Sure, the first day or three, I was simply too busy, helping with preparations, hanging out with the relatives, but on the day after Christmas, when I'd realized just how horny I was, I had decided that I would wait until I was back with my beautiful lady again before I'd slake that thirst. It had been tough, but somehow I'd managed it.

Now, though, being able to see and smell and have the object of my desire just a few inches away was driving me absolutely crazy. To be told that I must resist seemed incredibly unfair. I wasn't sure I could do it. I certainly didn't want to.

Laurel had tilted her seat back and her legs were splayed as she touched herself. Her sex was wide open and glistening with sweet moisture as she slowly and sensuously circled her erect clitoris. With that beautiful slender body, naked except for the suede boots, and the feverish expression on her face, it was clear, act or not, that this was a woman in heat.

I wanted her so much at that moment, but what I said was, "It's getting cold in the car. We should go indoors." I decided that if she wanted to play games, I could too.

Taking her keys out of the ignition, I opened my door, retrieved my suitcase and headed for the back door.

I heard Laurel call from inside the car, "Derek, please!"

"Come in the house," I said, without looking back. 

I realized suddenly that I'd never spoken to an adult that way before. It was rather disconcerting.

I was waiting in the kitchen when Laurel came in. Her coat still hung wide open and if the neighbors on our right or across the street had been watching, they certainly would have seen her like that. Being in a dangerous mood was certainly an apt description.

Without a word, Laurel crossed the kitchen, plastered herself against me and while her left leg wrapped around my right, her right hand snaked down to my crotch and squeezed my cock. Her other hand was quickly around the back of my head, trying to pull it down so she could kiss me. She began humping my leg, causing my cock to stiffen uncomfortably.

"Derek, I must have you," she cooed as I tried to resist. "What's the harm in it? We're both adults."

I grabbed her two hands and pulled them away from me as I fell into my role further. "But it's not a good idea," I said somewhat angrily. "Now sit down so we can talk!"

Exerting my strength, I pushed her back to one of the kitchen chairs and sat her down.

"Ms Jones-Gonzalez, Laurel, I really do appreciate what you're offering to me. You are a beautiful and desirable woman. Believe me, in different circumstances I wouldn't hesitate a heartbeat to rip my clothes off and make love to you until we couldn't move. But in the end, we would both know that what we did was wrong, that it had only been a weak moment. When you're thinking clearly again, you'll see that I'm right. Tempting as your offer is, I am going to have to decline. I hope that you won't hold it against me."

With that, I picked up my suitcase and left the room. On my way upstairs, I heard Laurel in the kitchen, applauding and saying, "Bravo, bravo," as if we'd just finished an opera performance or something.

I realized then that I was genuinely angry with my landlady. During my flight, I'd imagined us spending a wonderful day making love, not playing stupid imaginary games. I simply wanted her very badly. Yes, I was in love with her, and during her phone call it sounded as if my feelings were being returned maybe just a tiny bit. I wanted to be with my woman. And instead, I got another of her lessons. Certainly she was aroused, too, so why the games? And why now?

Feeling more than a little travel-stained, I decided I needed a shower. Luxuriating under the steaming water, I heard the knob on the bathroom door rattle a bit, but Laurel was out of luck. I'd locked it.

She was waiting for me on my bed, completely naked now and looking even more desirable. "Come and lie with me, Derek."

I shook my head. "More games? Another test?"

"No. Just two people making love." When I didn't whip off my towel and jump on top of her, she raised an eyebrow. "You're angry with me."

Without answering, I opened my suitcase and began putting away the clothes it contained.

"Derek, talk to me, please."

"No."

As I picked up the necktie Aunt Margaret and Uncle Bob had given me, an evil thought entered my head. If Laurel wanted to play, maybe I did, too, but not in a way she might want.

The bed frame in my room was an old one made of metal. It was simple but solid, probably iron. At the foot, a raised bar ran across, and the head was bigger and more ornate, just the sort of thing a person could be easily tied to. Smiling to myself, I grabbed three more ties from the closet.

Even though Laurel was not a tiny woman and proved surprisingly strong, it didn't take me long to get her securely fastened to my bed, arms above her head to the headboard supports, and legs stretched uncomfortably wide to each corner of the foot. Throughout the struggle, she didn't say anything, but it was clear that she had not expected it.

In the end, her expression as she glared up at me, panting heavily from her exertions, gave no indication about how she was feeling. Still turned on? Angry? A bit frightened? Maybe all three?

"What are you going to do to me?"

I was panting and a bit sweaty, too. So much for my shower. "I haven't decided yet." She needed to be taught a lesson. "I think I'll go downtown and get something to eat."

"And leave me here like this?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"I can feel my hands going numb. You've tied me too tightly."

"No, I haven't."

Laurel struggled a bit. The way her muscles moved, so well-defined under her skin, really turned me on, and I realized at that moment that curvy, well-padded women would never be my ideal. I preferred them long and lean -- like the one who lay helpless before me.

Being the witch she was, Laurel crawled into my thoughts.

Wiggling her rear end deliciously on the bed, she managed to open her spread her knees a bit. I felt my cock stiffen.

"I can tell that seeing me like this, helpless to resist whatever you desire, is turning you on, Derek. You want me, don't you? Your cock is aching to be inside my body, thrusting and thrusting until your lust is satisfied -- and I can't do a thing about it. I could scream until I was hoarse and no one would come to stop you. Admit it. That turns you on doesn't it?"

"I'm hungry," I answered as I got dressed and left the room, shutting the door behind me.

"Derek, dammit!" Laurel shouted. "Come back and untie me this instant!"

I went downstairs and enjoyed leisurely eating two grilled cheese sandwiches and reading the morning paper.

Forty-five minutes later, I re-entered my room, and realized that I'd never seen Laurel really glare before.

"Derek, this is not even remotely amusing anymore. My arms are aching, my left foot is numb and there's an itch on my nose that's driving me to distraction!"

I sat down next to her and scratched her nose. When my finger carelessly got too close to her mouth, Laurel tried to bite it -- and from the way her jaw snapped, it wouldn't have been a playful one.

I waggled a finger at a safe distance. "Temper, temper. I could decide to go out to a movie if you're not careful."

That hit home. "No! Please don't do that."

"Are you sorry that you played games with me this morning?"




A Higher Education Ch. 06



"Yes, I am. It was wrong of me, really wrong."

"Coming to the airport like that was not a nice thing to do. I have been aching for you ever since I left."

At that she smiled. "I was hoping you were."

"And your call on Christmas day made it even worse. Were you really as horny as you said at the airport?"

"Hornier."

"Then why did you make us play that silly game?"

"I wasn't just teasing you, Derek. I was teasing myself just as much. You should know by now that great lovemaking is all about build-up. Actually, I didn't think you'd be able to resist me. I had visions of you taking me right on the kitchen table. I wanted you to do that."

That interesting mental image certainly made my cock jump, but it also led to another interesting idea.

"When I made my decision to come back here early, I also vowed I wouldn't, um, scratch my itch until I was with you again. All during the flight back, I had to force myself not to think of you or risk embarrassment. There was a very pretty woman sitting next to me and I didn't want her to get the wrong idea."

"I really am sorry for what I did. Please untie me and let me make it up to you."

"Does being restrained really turn you on?" I asked as I began to loosen the knot holding her left leg to the bed frame.

"Very much, under the right circumstances."

"Like now?"

"No. My arms and legs are too sore."

I was now loosening the knot holding her right leg to the frame. "But you are still horny?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good, because I'm not done toying with you yet."

Laurel's eyes opened wide. "What are you going to do?"

"You shouldn't have tried to bite me."

"What are you going to do?" she repeated.

A minute or so later, she had her answer. Using all six of my neckties, I now had her fastened to the bed, hands still above her head, but now she was also had her legs tied to the top of the bed, bending her nearly double with her legs open, the glory that lay between them as well as a good expanse of her rear end now dangerously exposed and helpless.

"Derek, this is extremely uncomfortable."

"No doubt, but doesn't the danger of it turn you on the teeniest bit?" I ran my finger up the length of her very exposed slit. It came away very wet. "No need to say." I touched my finger to the tip of her nose. "This says it all."

Silently she watched me slowly get undressed. Even before I dropped my boxers, she could see I was completely erect, hard and throbbing and her eyes were glued to it, as my eyes were glued to her now-dripping sex. We both knew what was coming, at least she thought she did.

I spent the next few minutes playing with her nipples. Not able to get my mouth to them because of her double-backed legs, I did my best to pull and twist them the way I'd seen her doing so often. It didn't take too long to get her squirming.

"Derek, please take me!" she gasped. "I want you so much!"

Obligingly, I moved onto the bed, kneeling between her upraised legs. I didn't think they could be any more open than I had them now, and the view was cock-twitchingly magnificent.

Laurel was silently looking up at me or down at my erection, red and threatening at the doorway to her womanhood. With the amount of liquid leaking from her vagina, running down to her rosebud and then dripping unto my bedspread, it was obvious she thought I would take my pleasure on her next.

She was wrong.

I pushed my cock down, touching its end to her rosebud.

"I wonder if I could get this in there?"

Laurel's eyes opened very wide. "Oh my God, Derek! Don't even joke about something like that!"

I smiled evilly. "Relax. I wouldn't do it...unless you asked." Touching her there with my index finger, though, elicited a gasp. "But it is tempting."

Her whole body twitched as I pushed in to the first knuckle, and wiggling my fingertip around caused Laurel to moan.

"You like that," I said, pushing in a bit farther.

"Sometimes..."

"Like now."

Her "Yessss," came out halfway between a moan and a hiss.

Laurel's clit had fully extended out of its hood and was a deep red color. That blush radiated outwards to the rest of her genitals. The amount of liquid oozing from her had increased and it was a milky white color. The aroma was heavenly. Wiggling my finger in her rectum caused her whole pelvis to gyrate uncontrollably and her head thrashed from side to side as I stimulated her. Surprisingly, Laurel suddenly pushed up, forcing my entire finger inside her tightness.

She let out a deep groan, followed by, "Oh yes...oh yes..." as I moved it around.

If anyone had told me six months earlier that I would have my finger up the butt of a sexy professor at my university before the year ended and be entranced by the effect it was having on her, I would have laughed long and loud. Yet, here I was doing just that. It's amazing what curves life can throw at you.

"Are your legs uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to untie them?"

"Noooo," she wailed. "Just don't stop doing what you're doing."

Laurel's face was red and and she was breathing rapidly, obviously well on the way to an orgasm. I didn't remember my sex manual readings mentioning causing an orgasm by rectal stimulation. I wondered if she would need something more.

Since my cock was long enough that my body didn't have to be that close in to touch her with it, I took it in my other hand and pressed it against her slit, rubbing up and down.

Laurel went wild, grunting and groaning, raising her pelvis to push against my hardness, either to force it inside her or press against her harder. I couldn't tell which.

My cock had gotten pretty slippery from her copious lubrication and slipped from my fingers, landing hard, right on her distended clit. Laurel yelped and squirmed.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No! Oh my God in heaven that felt fantastic! Do it again."

I began slapping her with the glans of my cock (gently!) and each time she yelped and writhed, rolling her hips back as if to expose herself even more. I wanted to stop and suck her clitoris into my mouth and make her cum that way, but she was obviously enjoying this a great deal.

"Don't stop...Derek...just...keep...doing...that..."

When I began sawing my index finger in and out of her butt, she climaxed within barely ten seconds and it was the most intense one I'd ever seen her have. Although I would have thought her barely able to move, she managed to thrust her pelvis up, every muscle in her body spasming as she literally screamed out her pleasure. The amount of fluid that squirted from her vagina in half a dozen strong contractions soaked me and the mattress. 

Laurel was beyond words as she writhed, gasped and grunted, and after nearly half a minute of paroxysms, she finally groaned, "No more, please. I beg you!"

Despite her words, the muscles in her rear end seemed to cling to me as I withdrew my finger and sat back on my heels, watching her pant as she recovered.

I had decided to finally untie her bonds when Laurel opened her eyes. 

Looking deeply into mine, she said, "Take me, Derek. Take me any way you want."

For a moment, I thought that she was offering me her ass if I wanted it, perhaps that's what she did want, but I had other ideas.

Certainly, I was pretty close to maximum arousal at that point, simply from watching the effects of my ministrations, so I was ready to go. Moving forward a bit, I place my erection against her opening and pushed. Nothing happened.

I was aware that when Laurel had a particularly intense orgasm, the opening of her vagina would be much tighter at first, but this was like trying to push into a virgin.

"I can't help much, Derek," she said with a lopsided grin. "You'll just have to force it in. But I must have you!"

Wiping more of her lubrication onto the head and shaft of my cock, I tried again. It took two more hard pushes before her opening suddenly gave way, and I almost fell forward on her, my cock slid in so quickly -- right down to the bottom.

"Oh, Jesus! Let me get used to it, Derek. No one has ever been this far inside me before."

Call me silly but I was filled with pride. "Your orgasm was good, then?"

"Couldn't you tell? I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. I still can't focus my eyes."

I began rocking my hips forward a bit, and she shut those eyes for a moment, her whole body trembling. It felt as if my cock was in a vice.

"Shouldn't I untie your legs now?"

"No. Leave them where they are. I want you to take me like this."

"But you're uncomfortable."

"I don't care! I don't want you to stop."

My position didn't allow me to bend over far enough to kiss her, so I just smiled, a pretty poor substitute.

Laurel took a deep breath. "Now try moving a bit more, but don't thrust in hard like you did before."

I withdrew until only the head of my cock was still inside her, then pushed in slowly and steadily until I touched bottom again. With the position her body was in, I didn't think I could get in any farther.

"Oh God, that's good," Laurel sighed, "very good. She looked up and smiled. "Do it again, just like that!"

Within a few more strokes I was now moving faster and more forcefully and my wonderful lover was taking everything I was giving to her. The feeling as my pelvis met the stretched globes of her ass as I touched bottom was incredible, and filled me with an almost uncontrollable urge to just pound into her.

I was barely hanging on to my control by that point. Perhaps I should have made Laurel suck me off to take off the edge, but it was too late now. My ability to control my orgasms was certainly better than it was when I'd moved in, but now that was being sorely tested.

So I was moving slowly and steadily, not daring to look down at our union, nor even at her face, and trying block out her groans of pleasure, when Laurel came again. It was sudden and it was intense and the spasms that shook her body and contracted her internal muscles were nearly too much for me. I withdrew until only my cock head was inside her. She was so tight after that orgasm, I wasn't sure if I could pull it out, even if I wanted to.

When the aftershocks died away, she looked up and sighed deeply. "Again! I want one more like that before you fill me with your seed."

Who was I to deny this overwhelmingly sexy female?

This time I fucked her right through her orgasm which seemed to extend it, and she was still shuddering when I began to really pound her.

"I can feel you swelling in me, my sweet Derek," Laurel gasped. "Come for me. Fill me to overflowing."

I did just that and the intensity of my own impending orgasm had me feeling lightheaded as I jammed my cock in as far as it would go, pulsing out a torrent of semen. When Laurel rippled the muscles inside her, making my cock feel as if her pussy was milking the last of the semen from it, she had me gasping. I was left hanging onto the metal of the headboard or I would have collapsed on her.

Both our bodies were covered in sweat and I was completely out of breath. Surprisingly my cock felt only slightly less hard than it had been. Maybe it was the tightness with which Laurel was gripping me or maybe I was that turned on.

"Thank you, Derek," she whispered.

I wanted to hold her then, tell her what she had come to mean to me, but I remembered her injunction when I'd first moved in, so I satisfied myself with untying her and holding her in my arms until we both dozed off.

After a light supper, we retired to her bedroom (my bed being unusable), made much more gentle love and slept spooned together. Sometime during the night, she woke me to take her again this time with her on top, and lying on our sides, we made love for the fourth time just as the sun was coming up.

From that day forward, I was insatiable in my search for what felt good to a woman, especially this very special one, what she need when and how, how to read her responses. Sometimes Laurel would be forced to put her hand over my mouth to still my questions, telling me, "Enough. Just make love to me."

My real education had truly begun.



A Higher Education Ch. 07



We walked the horses into the barn and had the benefit of gazing at Laurel's glorious jean-clad ass.

"Like the view?" she said, grinning over her shoulder while flexing her buns.

Somehow Laurel could always guess when my thoughts were in the gutter.

"How do you do that?"

"Simple. I can hear your cock getting hard. Come to think of it, if I took my top off, the noise would probably be deafening -- except I don't want to scare the horses."

It was Sunday in early April and the first really warm day of the year. The day before had been spent in Laurel's gardens, raking away the last remnants of the previous fall and getting everything ready for the growing season just on our doorstep.

That morning at breakfast, Laurel had seemed somewhat preoccupied but knew that if it concerned me, I'd find out when she was ready.

I didn't have much on, being well ahead on any schoolwork and studying since she'd been out a lot the previous week. Other than the previous night, we'd only had two rather quick rolls in the hay in the past ten days and I was hoping maybe there was time on her agenda for something more involved before we hit the garden.

As I cleared up the table, she spoke. "Derek, I feel like going out to the stable today and get in a nice long trail ride. Screw the garden! You up for it?"

Two double entendres in a row. Perhaps she was thinking about an al fresco bonk somewhere out in the woods. That would be nice. We hadn't done it outside yet. 

Surprisingly, only a handful of people were out at the stable where Laurel boarded her horse, Candy, a rather high-strung filly of 5 years. I was on a horse belonging to a friend. He was a gelding of ten and a rather lazy thing. I suggested we consider switching, but Laurel would have none of it. Having grown up riding, I was itching for a bit of a challenge, even if I hadn't quite gotten used to the dinner plates that the English think are saddles.

We'd been out on the trail which had been predictably muddy for early sprint which is why Laurel was wearing jeans rather than her usual jodhpurs, not that I was complaining. I could gaze at her ass for hours. As a matter of fact, I'd recently bought a camera and was hoping to talk her into a session of posing for me.

The barn was empty of people when we got the horses to their stalls and unsaddled them. That was nice because when people were around we had to keep things stiffly formal.

As the winter had moved on, Laurel and I had become increasingly comfortable with each other, personally as well as sexually. By that point, I felt as if I could make love to her properly and could often guess what she desired, what sort of treatment she needed and do things to her before she needed to ask. And like I said earlier, she had the uncanny ability of knowing what I was thinking most of the time -- teasing aside.

As we groomed the horses, the easy banter kept up.

"Really, Derek," Laurel said, "anyone would think you never got any. How many times did you come last night? Three?"

"Four, counting the blow job you gave me at the dinner table. It's a wonder I'm much good for anything today. Besides, I thought that blow job was payment for my working all day in the garden with you."

That last crack earned me a wet sponge in the side of my head. Laurel had good aim.

"Do you have much homework to finish up tonight?" she asked after a few silent minutes.

"Why? You need servicing again already, you horny witch?"

"I've invited someone over."

That usually meant that I should make myself scarce.

I shrugged. "No problem. I'll just stay upstairs."

"No. That's not why I'm asking. I want to introduce you to her."

This was new. Laurel normally kept her social life completely separate from her, ah, personal life.

"Who is it?"

"My friend Janet."

"You mean that woman who owns this horse?"

"Yes.

I'd only seen Janet Blumquist once or twice around the stables, and one time the previous week when she appeared at Laurel's door suddenly one evening, after which they repaired to the study and spent nearly three hours talking.

Janet was maybe a few years older than Laurel, pretty in a well-padded way, maybe five-five with short blonde hair. She could be a bit talkative, but seemed nice enough.

"Why do you want me to meet her?"

"I'll tell you on the drive home," Laurel answered mysteriously.

I guess I was curious because I finished my horse quickly, and Laurel must have wanted to tell me about her friend because she did the same. Ten minutes later, we were in the jeep she always used to drive to the stable and bombing down the highway.

"So you were going to tell me about your friend Janet."

Laurel blinked and glanced at me. "Right. Janet."

"And?" I led.

"It's sort of complicated to explain."

"In what way?"

"Let's see... Derek, there are couples who have been married for a while, and they, ah, get into a rut, sexually speaking. They might try things to spice things up---"

"What sorts of things?"

"Oh, I don't know, toys, role-playing, things like that."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Oh dear. This is proving more difficult than I imagined."

"Just come out and say it."

"Well...okay. Janet came over last week to talk to me about something that her husband wants her to do. Actually, he's been after her for quite some time about it and she wanted to ask me what I thought." Laurel looked over at me nervously. "You see, Derek, to be blunt, there are men who desire to see their wives make love to other men."

"That's sick! Janet's husband needs some serious help."

"You should try to be more open-minded. A lot of people would consider what we've been doing to be rather strange. Would it surprise you to know that many happily married couples have lovers on the side? And that it was even more common in the past. Then there are men who can no longer perform sexually, or worse, their equipment won't satisfy their wives."

"Are you saying that Mr. Janet has a small willy?"

"His name is Michael, and yes, I guess I am saying that. What he's proposing that Janet do is actually a very loving thing."

"Letting her screw around outside of their marriage is a loving thing? Where I come from, that's called cheating."

"That's the whole point, Derek. If they did something like this in full knowledge of what's going on, how can it be cheating? No one is running around behind someone's back.

"So why don't we cut to the chase, here? I can guess where this is going. You want me to fuck this friend of yours."

"Not exactly."

"What do you want me to do then? Why am I meeting her?"

"I don't want you to 'fuck her'; I want you to make love to her."

"Why would I want to do something like that? She doesn't even appeal to me all that much!"

"You'd be doing it for me. I want to help my friend."

"I don't believe I'm hearing this. You want to pimp me out?"

"That is not what I'm doing!"

"Well, that's what it sounds like."

"Christ! I haven't explained this well at all. Will you just sit and listen for a moment and park your prejudices at the door?"

I folded my arms in front of me. "Okay. Let 'er rip."

"Thank you. And this is all in the strictest confidence. Michael and Janet are civic leaders in this town."

"Not to mention sick."

"Derek!"

"Sorry."

"Michael has suspected throughout their marriage that his size was not sexually satisfying for Janet. As time went on, he discovered that the thought of his wife making love to a well-endowed man was also a turn-on for him. Most of that centered around his desire to see her really enjoying herself in the act of love and not putting up with second best -- meaning him."

"There are other things he could do for her."

"He does, and she says he's very good at it."

"So isn't that enough? Aren't they playing with fire here?"

"Let me finish my story. Michael didn't tell Janet about what he was thinking for a long time, years in fact. Their kids grew up and left home and that's when they realized that something was missing from their sex lives.

"Michael began ordering porn flicks for them to watch and Janet has admitted to me that the ones where guys had large cocks were the ones that turned her on the most. She kept that from Michael, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but it seems that he guessed. I pointed out to her that it was probably pretty obvious."

"You think?"

"Finally, they had a heart to heart talk about a year ago. Michael told her he thought she might like to experience another man, and if that was the case, he'd be willing to let her. At first, she was very upset, thinking that he didn't love her anymore or that he wanted an excuse to take up with another woman. Over many months, Michael explained to her that his idea was all for her and all about his love for her. He wanted her to be happy and fulfilled. Gradually, she began to realize that he was telling her the truth. There was no agenda other than her pleasure. The idea began to get her excited, but she was still very apprehensive.

"They bought some toys, large dildos and such, and that was very nice for awhile. But the seed had been planted: Janet was curious about what a real flesh and blood large cock would feel like. After a few more months, it had really taken hold in her head, and that's when she came over to talk to me.

"You see, she's decided she would like to try it. She was a virgin when they married and only did some heavy petting with other guys while in high school. Janet came to me because she didn't want to just pick up someone in a bar, or look on the Internet. For some reason she figured, being a widow and pretty, I might be having liaisons on the side."

"So you volunteered me. That's just peachy. I'm not interested."

"Derek, please. You have a gift. You're someone very special. I've never had a...student like you. No. That's the wrong way to say it. I've never had a lover like you. If you say yes, you can help two very nice people. It would be safe and it would be very good for Janet. Believe me, I can vouch for that! Can you imagine the disappointment if they picked up someone and it turned out to be a flop? That would be worse than not trying at all."

"You keep saying 'two people'. How is Janet's husband going to be involved?"

"He would like to be there."

"He isn't gay or bi or something, is he?"

"Definitely not. He would only watch."

"That would just be too weird."

"Okay, then you can bed her alone. She'll tell him about it afterwards. They both agreed to that if that's the way you want it."

"And you want me to meet her tonight."

"Yes."

"Level with me, Laurel. Do you want me to do this?"

We were stopped at a light and she looked over at me steadily. "Yes, I do. Very much. It's important."

"Okay. Then I'll meet with her tonight, but I'm not promising anything."

"That's fair. And thank you."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Janet Blumquist and I were alone in Laurel's living room. She'd been there for the first half hour of drinks and awkward chitchat, and even brought up the subject of why the meeting was taking place. At no time did Laurel indicate that she and I were on intimate terms. I was introduced as a nice, clean and reliable young man, nothing more.

I had to say, that dressed to kill, Janet was better looking (and thinner) than I had thought. Her make-up was tasteful and understated and she had on a short blue dress that showed off a nice pair of legs quite well. Black pumps, a string of pearls around her neck and pearl earrings finished everything off. In no way did she look like a tart or even a woman on the make.

Laurel had excused herself to go out to the movies, giving us the privacy I think Janet and I needed if this was going to happen.

Both of us were incredibly nervous and had talked sideways around the issue at hand for a good fifteen minutes. Where do you start with something like this? Now I knew what a hooker probably felt like turning her first trick.

I got up and poured Janet another glass of white wine.

"Why don't you sit down next to me, Derek?" she asked. Her hand shook as she raised the glass to her mouth.

"Look at us, Janet," I said. "You'd think we were a couple of teenagers on our first date."

She laughed. "Yes. That's what it feels like. Both of us want the same thing, but neither of us knows how to start."

"Do you remember your first kiss?"

"Yes, I certainly do. It was when I was fifteen. He had taken me to a school dance and on the walk home, we stopped in a dark spot. He took my hands and kissed me. I had no time to be apprehensive"

"You have no glasses I can take off."

"I wear contacts now."

"Then I can't take your glasses off and do this."

I leaned over, turned her head a bit and kissed her on the lips. At first, she was hesitant, and I got the feeling she might bolt. Hell, I got the feeling that I might bolt!

But then, her tongue snaked into my mouth and she had her hands on both sides of my face, pulling herself towards me.

Janet's lips weren't as generous as Laurel's and she wasn't as accomplished with them, but her kisses were very nice and contained a surprising amount of passion, considering how shy she'd seemed moments earlier.

We spent the next few minutes get to know each other's mouths, but then I began rubbing her back and shoulders as my kisses drifted down to her neck and ears.

I put all the things I'd learned during my time with Laurel, and the evening turned out to be more interesting taken in that light. When I decided I wanted to be the best lover possible for this new woman, all my apprehension just drifted away. I hesitate to say that she was putty in my hands, but well, that's the truth. Laurel had instructed me well.

It didn't take long until I was playing with Janet's ample breasts. They were quite a bit larger than Laurel's and more fleshy, but they were intriguing because of those differences.

"Would you let me take your dress off?" I said between kisses near her ear.

Her response was a groan which I took to mean yes, so we stood up, keeping our embrace tight.

To heighten the tension, I did nothing about zippers for another few minutes, simply continuing our kisses as my hands explored her body over her dress. While I did slide my hand over her stomach and upper abdomen, I kept away from drifting lower. When I touched her down there, I wanted Janet to be aching for it.

Finally, I stepped behind her and while I rained kisses on her neck I found the dress's zipper.

"May I pull it down?" I breathed into Janet's ear.

"Oh please..."

The zipper went smoothly down to a point just above her ass. All I had to do was slip it over her shoulders and it would drop to the floor. We both knew that a line would be crossed when that happened, so I naturally dragged out the moment until she was almost squirming with desire and ready to do it herself.

I moved suddenly and Janet gasped as her dress dropped away. I bent over to help slip off her shoes.

She was suddenly self-conscious. "I'm afraid my body isn't as nice as Doreen's."

I had been calling my landlady Laurel for so long by that point that I was momentarily puzzled by the reference.

"Um, I really hadn't noticed," I responded somewhat awkwardly.

Janet was probably fifteen or twenty pounds over her ideal weight, but she looked pretty good. I prefer a nice tight butt on a woman, and unfortunately this is where most of her excess weight had settled. Still, her body was undoubtedly female and interesting.

She still had on a nice lacy black bra and a matching thong.

I stepped close and pressed my body against her, letting her feel my growing erection. She pushed back and wiggled her ass deliciously against it. At Laurel's suggestion, I had no underwear on and the fabric of my pants was lightweight, so Janet could certainly feel me quite well.

I wasted no time unfastening her bra. Once my hands touched the bare flesh of her breasts, she simply caught fire and proved very vocal.

"Oh Derek, that feels so good," she cooed as I caressed the soft skin with open palms, just grazing over the hard points of her nipples.

I began again on her neck with deep sensual kisses. Her hands came back and rubbed my thighs, but made no attempt to go further. I decided she was ready for me to start pulling and twisting her nipples, gripping them firmly between my fingers. As with Laurel, this teasing quickly brought Janet's arousal even higher.

"God, that feels incredible, Derek. Laurel didn't tell me what an accomplished lover you are."

Thinking that I had to be very careful, I answered, "She doesn't know."

"How can she bear to keep her hands off you?"

"I have a girlfriend in the dorms," I lied.

"Lucky girl."

As I continued playing with her nipples and kissing her neck and ears, Janet became more agitated, her breathing rapid and shallow.

"I...I...think I'm going to come," she gasped. "Don't stop what you're doing, sweet Derek. Don't stop!"

Amazingly, about thirty seconds later she did come. It wasn't huge or loud, but it was definitely an orgasm. Janet sagged against me.

"Was that nice?" I said softly into her ear.

"Very nice, and unexpected, too. I guess I'm pretty turned on."

"Mmmm. I'm glad about that."

"I'm ready for you to make love to me."

"I'm not ready."

"What do you need me to do for you?" she asked turning her head and smiling.

"Nothing -- when the time comes."

Janet turned around, her blue eyes smoldering. "Derek, I brought a video camera. My husband was disappointed he couldn't be here to watch. I'm glad you said you didn't want that. I think making love to you in front of him would have been too embarrassing. But do you think we might tape it for him?"

I thought about that. I couldn't see how it would be all that bad. They would be more compromised than I would if the tape somehow got out.

"Okay. Where is it?"

"In the front hall. There's a tripod, too."

The equipment looked brand new, probably bought for the occasion. We had to fool around a bit to get everything working properly and that camaraderie cemented a growing bond between us. Finally, when everything was set and ready, Janet had completely forgotten she was nearly naked with a stranger.

"How should we begin?" she asked, suddenly a bit nervous again.

"How would you like me to take you?"

"Michael would like it best if you were on top. The thought of that really turns him on."

"And you?"

"I guess so. Yes. Like that."

"On the sofa?"

"With one leg on the floor and another flung over the back? Oh, yes, that sounds so sexy and decadent."

"Then why don't I turn the camera on, you can walk over to the sofa, take off that thong nice and slow, then sit on the sofa. I'll join you and you can remove my clothes. After that, we'll do what comes naturally."

She bit her lip. "Okay."

"One more thing. Do you have condoms?"

"No condoms. I want you to take me bare. Michael wants that, too."

"Isn't that sort of risky?"

"Doreen said that you told her you're clean and it's the wrong time of the month for me. I want to risk it. I want to feel everything, nothing between us. Is that all right with you?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

"Okay, then. Action, camera and all that." She hesitated as I stepped over to the camera to turn it on. "This is all just a little surreal."

"Yes, it is," I agreed. "You're sure you want to do it?"

Janet nodded once. "Yes. I'm sure. Turn on the damn camera."

I don't know what it is about women that they seem to be able to turn on a dime. Janet was like a seasoned porn video veteran as she moved into view. Turning around she showed her whole body to the camera, running her hands up over her breasts, down her sides and across her stomach, then gripping the waist band of the thong, she slid it slowly and sensuously over her hips and down her legs. Her actions were so erotically charged that my erection began to throb and I suddenly wanted very much to fuck her.




A Higher Education Ch. 07



She stood facing the camera, holding the thong in her hands. "I love you so much, Michael. Thank you for being such a generous husband. This is for you."

With that she smiled and tossed her thong in the direction of the camera.

My cue.

I walked into the frame from the right. Janet was standing waiting. With our profiles to the camera, we embraced and shared a deep kiss. My hands began caressing her sides, then swung behind to cup her bottom pulling her against me. Feeling my erection down the leg of my pants, she ground against it, sort of growling in her throat.

Her hands came to my chest and began undoing the buttons of my shirt. I slid my hands up her sides, moved away slightly and began playing with her breasts again.

"Derek, that feels so good. You make me so hot. Ummm...yes. Keep doing that."

While I continued to tease her, she slipped my shirt off. We began kissing again.

A few moments later, we moved back a step to the sofa where Janet sat. I faced her but turned slightly towards the camera. Her hands went to the buckle of my belt.

Wordlessly, she undid it and the top button then slid down the zipper. I'd already taken off my shoes and socks, so it was the moment of truth.

When she'd realized I had no underwear on, she'd made a small gasp, but whoever would be watching the video would have no idea what she was being revealed to her. With her hands on the waistband, Janet tugged down. The top of my cock would now be visible and her breath caught again. She tugged again and more of my cock appeared. I was getting more turned on now and it would be good to be free of the pants. More of my cock appeared, and more...and more. Janet looked up at me, her eyes large and showing a bit of fright.

My pants were getting close to my knees when my cock sprang free. It bounced up and hit under her chin.

"Oh...my...God," she said in a low voice.

I hoped the light was catching the action well. If her husband really wanted to see the ravishment of his wife, I wanted everything to be crystal clear.

Janet seemed a deer caught in the headlights, so I finished removing my jeans while she just stared.

"It's huge!"

"What you were imagining?" I asked.

"No. Much bigger."

"Touch it."

"May I?"

"I'd like it very much if you would."

She reached out tentatively. Touching it on top with one finger, Janet pushed down. My cock sprang back satisfactorily when she let go.

"It won't bite, you know," I teased.

For the next few minutes, Janet was like a person who didn't believe that what they were seeing was real as she explored me with her hands.

All the while, she was talking as if her husband was in the room.

"Oh honey, it's so long and fat. I don't know if I'm going to be able to fit it into my little puss. He's probably going to stretch me all out. I may not be able to feel you anymore. And look! Even when I wrap both my hands around it, there's still at least two handfuls uncovered. See how big the head is? Oh my God. I know we didn't discuss it, but you wouldn't mind if I took him in my mouth? That wouldn't upset you, would it, honey? But you can't do anything to stop me because you're not here. I'm going to have to suck this beautiful cock, just a bit."

Janet leaned forward and took me into her mouth. It felt nice, but nothing like what Laurel could do. With one hand she played with my balls while the other hand stroked the bottom of my shaft.

I put my hands on her head and she groaned as I began moving my hips back and forth gently.

She had a nice wide tongue, and while I gently fucked her mouth, she rolled it sensuously on the sensitive underside of my glans. I didn't think that cumming in her mouth was on the menu, so eventually I had to pull myself back. My cock left her with an audible smack of her lips.

"Are you ready now?" I asked.

"Oh yes!"

"Then lie back."

As we'd discussed, she lay back on the sofa, leaving one leg on the floor, and placing the other one over the back.

I put one knee on the sofa and bent over her. Starting with another deep kiss to her mouth, I began kissing and licking my way down her body. When I sucked her left nipple into my mouth for the first time, her back arched and her hands gripped my head almost savagely.

"Oh honey, he sucks my nipples so well. Christ, this feels good." She gasped loudly as I tweaked her right nipple quite hard. "Derek, my sweet Derek, you're going to make me cum again. Oh...oh...OHHHHHHHH..."

This time Janet's orgasm was stronger as she arched her back and shook. When it began to fade, my mouth moved on, tracing its way down her chest where I spent some time tonguing her belly button, making her squirm gratifyingly. Her breath caught as my mouth continued its southerly journey.

I had an idea that they would both enjoy it if I forced the issue a bit. To Janet, at least, this exercise seemed to have as much to do about conquest as much as consummation of their fantasy.

Janet's pubes were nicely trimmed, but not shaved. Her blonde hair (the carpet definitely matched the curtains) was straight and silky as my mouth encountered it. This was to be my first oral encounter with a "snatch au naturel" and I found myself relishing it.

"Oh Michael, I think he wants to eat me. I know you said that I should save that for only you but I don't think I can resist him."

To back up this charade, she put both her hands on my head, but there was little effort to push me away. Her hips also rotated upwards, giving me better access. Doing my part, I reached up and gripped Janet's wrists, pulling her hands down to her sides and holding them there.

"Honey, you see what he's doing. He's going to eat my puss and I can't stop him. He has my hands and he's far too strong"

Her scent was less musky and more sweet than Laurel's, but there was an intriguing spiciness, too. I smiled to myself that I sounded like some sort of freak-out gourmet. Drawing my tongue slowly up her slit, Janet groaned loudly and I could feel her hands clenching and opening spasmodically.

Her clit was small and had a thick hood, so I transferred both hands to one of mine and held her open with the other. Looking down, I saw that everything was a deep red and her juice was beginning to drip from the opening of her vagina. I dove in.

Janet, literally went nuts. Her legs wrapped around my head and I was having a great deal of trouble holding her and keeping my tongue on target. Finally, I let go of her wrists and her hands went back to my head, grabbing on to my hair.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah... Honey, he's eating me so well, licking up every drop of my juice. His tongue is inside me now, flicking like a snake. It's so far up! Oh God... I think I'm going to cum!"

That was my signal to stop and bring her down.

She actually whimpered. "Oh please, Derek. Don't tease me."

"I must."

"It's not fair! I was all ready to cum on your face."

I kissed the insides of her fleshy thighs. "No, you weren't."

She sounded angry. "How do you know?"

"I know. You must trust me."

We began again. This time I began teasing her opening with my middle finger. All pretense that this wasn't exactly what she wanted was long gone, so to was all the chatter to her absent husband. Janet was now in her moment of sexual pleasure.

I brought to the brink twice more, the final time with two fingers inserted all the way inside her.

The biggest difference between Janet and Laurel was that she almost vibrated in her sexual frenzy whereas Laurel's movements were generally slower and more sensual. It made it hard to do what I wanted with my mouth and fingers and I could hardly ask her to hold still. Perhaps I should have tied her down, but it was too late now.

One thing her excitement did do was to make me rock hard. So when the time was right and she was as close to the edge as I could safely bring her, I moved both my legs between hers and looked down at her.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Oh yes, please! I'm aching for you."

"Beg me," I told her as I finally touched the tip of my cock to her oozing gash.

"I want you so much, Derek! I want you inside me. I'll die if I can't feel that cock, thrusting, thrusting in and out of my defenseless pussy."

"Do you want it for you or for your husband?"

"For me! For me! I've dreamed about your big cock and now that I've seen it, I want it more than ever. Take me! Oh please, take me!"

By moving a bit, I had the glans of my cock nicely wet with Janet's juices. With a slight shift, I found her opening and pressed slightly so she's know exactly where I was, then I moved it away. She groaned with frustration.

"Put me at your opening," I ordered. "If you want me to fuck you, you will need to guide me in. I need to know you really want this."

"I do, I do!"

"Then put me at your opening."

Janet's hand quickly snaked down and when she gripped me, I think she remembered just how big I was. "You won't hurt me, will you?"

"No. Just tell me how I'm doing. We will do this as slowly as you want."

I was now lying full-length between her legs, just as her husband wanted, ready to take his wife in a way he couldn't. I was certain with the camera angle and available light that he would be able to see my length line up and ready to enter her. I hoped that this was what he wanted.

Janet smiled up at me nervously. "I'm ready. Make me yours!"

Since I'd already had two fingers inside her, she was looser and the head of my cock slid in after only a moment of hesitation. Janet's eyes opened wide and she held on to my hips, indicating she didn't want me to move any further.

"Oh...my...God!" she said for the second time. "You're going to tear me in two!"

I bent down and kissed her forehead. "No, I won't. You just need to get used to something this big. Try to relax."

"I am, I am!"

To take her mind off things, I lowered myself down onto my elbows and began kissing her again. Her response was almost feverish, and every so often, I'd withdraw a bit and push inward just a tiny bit. Each time she would groan and kiss me even harder. Her tongue was like a frantic snake in my mouth.

"Use my hips to help guide me in," I whispered to her.

That seemed to give her confidence and she relaxed the grip around my shaft considerably. Within moments, her hands on my hips were guiding me deeper and deeper into her depths. Eventually, she felt my balls against her upraised rear end.

"Is that it?" she gasped. "Are you all the way in?"

I flexed my hips. "Yup. I think that's all of it."

"It feels like you're going to come out of my mouth."

"Just relax for a minute. I won't move until you tell me to."

We went back to kissing, until I felt her hands on my hips, prompting me. I withdrew to nearly the end, then slid forward smoothly. She was tight, but not as tight as I expected. She had birthed two children, so that made sense. There was a time twenty or so years ago that she was much more stretched than she was now.

I began to move with more force and speed. Janet was now gripping my ass, pulling me into her with surprising energy.

"Oh, yes, sweet Jesus, yes! This is so good. I can't believe what you feel like inside me. So good...so good...so fucking good..."

Rising up onto my arms again, I looked down at Janet's feverish expression. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Louder!"

"Tell your husband you want me to cum inside you."

"Michael, I want Derek to fill me with his cum, until it runs out of me. I want him to make me his slut!"

That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but whatever floated their boat.

"Do you feel me swelling, Janet? I'm getting even bigger and that means I'm going to cum, cum inside you."

"Cum for me, Derek, cum for me. I must feel you cum!"

I could tell she was close to a massive orgasm. Her hands were above her head against the arm of the sofa, pushing herself against me. Our bodies made a loud slapping noise as the crashed together. We were both very close and I gritted my teeth to hold on.

Janet was repeating, "Fuck me, fuck me," almost hypnotically as our sexual union reached its crisis point.

She now had every inch of me as I dropped my hips so I could push against the roof of her vagina and her g-spot. Her eyes opened wide as I thrust my length into her, the glans of my cock pushing hard against that sensitive place inside her.

I felt Janet literally vibrating underneath me, the nails on her well-manicured fingers digging into my ass as she just erupted. And that was literally the best way to describe what happened.

Janet writhed, she spasmed, she groaned. Christ, she nearly was speaking in tongues. It was as if all the sexual feelings she had repressed, knowingly or unknowlingly for nearly twenty years suddenly erupted from the depths of her being. I rode her like a bucking bronco, trying my best to stay in the saddle.

Twice I had been on the back of a horse that was completely out of control. Both times had been life-changing for me: horrible at the time, but ultimately worth it. Janet was the third time. I just jammed my cock into her and hung on for all I was worth. It was everything I could do to keep us both on the sofa.

After what seemed like three minutes or more, I felt she'd calmed down enough so that I could get off her. As my cock pulled free from her grip, a flood of our mixed fluids came out.

"Christ! We've made a complete mess of the sofa. Laurel is going to kill us."

Janet's eyes fluttered open, unfocused but very, very peaceful. "Laurel?"

Keeping my face studiously blank, I answered, "That's Doreen's middle name. I think she likes it better because she asked me to call her that."

Janet forced herself to a sitting posture, looking down between her thighs. "I see what you mean. Why don't you go to the kitchen and bring a wet towel and a dry towel?"

When I returned to the living room, she'd turned off the camera and put it away. With very little trouble we got the sofa clean good as new.

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I was in bed when there was a soft tapping on my door.

"Derek? Are you awake?"

I rolled onto my side and looked at the clock. It was shortly after midnight. After switching on the light, I said, "I'm awake. Come on in."

It was Laurel who had obviously just returned. "How did it go?"

I smiled to myself. "I think Janet went home happy."

"She went through with it then?"

"She most certainly did -- twice. Once with the camera on and the second time with it off and put away."

Laurel came farther into the room. "She said that Michael wanted her to tape it if he couldn't be present. I'm glad you let her record the proceedings."

"It was a little bit weird at first, but eventually, I forgot all about it."

"So you gave her what she wanted?"

"I'd like to think so."

"And how do you feel about it?"

There was something in Laurel's voice that made me look up at her. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just, it's just..." Her voice trailed off.

I suddenly understood what the problem was. "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"You must be exhausted. Are you sure you won't mind?"

"Far from it," I answered, throwing back the covers and moving over.

Laurel quickly stripped off her jeans, sweater and underwear, and slid her warm body next to mine. I threw the covers over us and pulled her against me.

"So you and Janet made love twice?"

"Yes. The second time was at her instigation after we'd cleaned up the mess on your sofa. I was sitting there watching her get dressed, when she looked over at me, grinned and started pulling her clothes off again. The second time she rode me. Janet is quite the little fire cracker."

"I suspected she might be. So you liked it?"

"It was an interesting experience. I used what you've taught me and I think I hit all the marks. She certainly had a hell of an orgasm both times. I can only imagine what the tape will look like. I hope Michael likes what he sees, and I only hope that he's happy now that Pandora has been released from her box."

"You didn't tell her about us, did you?"

"I played completely dumb in that regard. I told Janet I had a girlfriend and that there was nothing between you and me."

"I hope she believes you. Does she want a return engagement?"

"She sort of hinted at it before she left, but I told her I was a one-time sort of guy, and that if my girlfriend ever found out what I'd done, she'd skin me alive."

"Is there anything left for me tonight?"

"Are you my girlfriend?"

It was too bad that I'd turned out the light because I would have liked to have studied Laurel's face. It was the most forward I'd ever been with her.

"No more questions tonight, Derek." Her hand slithered down to grip my cock. "I just want you to love me. Okay?"

"It's more than okay," I answered as my mouth found hers.



A Higher Education Ch. 08



It was getting close to the end of my first school year, and I was full of mixed feelings about exactly what that meant -- when I had time to think at all.

I was determined more than ever to have the final results putting me at or near the top of every course I'd taken. My first term results had been good, but not good enough, and I did not want that repeated, so every evening saw me hitting the books, either at home or in the library. Consequently, Laurel and I didn't have all that much time to continue my other education.

Weekends were good. Once we hit March, unless it was snowing, we were out in Laurel's beloved gardens. Since I knew very little about plants, I was just a strong back and willing arms to work under her direction. The nice thing about gardening to my mind was getting to watch Laurel.

Since she knew I was an "ass man" (as she put it), her attire always consisted of something tight covering that critical area, either jeans or shorts, and man, the view was fantastic.

Laurel really had the most incredible butt, heart shaped, firm, and whenever she flexed her gluteus to the maximus, something on my body would start to firm up. Being aware of this, she'd do it when she knew I was looking at her, then smile coyly over her shoulder.

"C'mon, big boy! You're flagging. You ain't gettin' none of this until you've finished yer chores!"

Then she'd either slap that glorious rump, or rub it a bit, almost absentmindedly, but I knew better. It certainly brought her message home and I'd work at double speed. To get back at her, I began wearing shorts with no underwear. I lover her stealing glances at me with my partially erect cock on display down one leg or the other. It became a delicious game for us both.

One pair in particular were short and as she was prancing around in front of me on a Sunday afternoon in early April, my growing erection got long enough to poke out the bottom of the left leg. I made sure she saw it and within 2 minutes, we were in behind some shrubs, Laurel bent over and me pounding her from behind. Our orgasms were simultaneous and intense. After pulling ourselves together again, we went back to work as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, except I was kept at a low boil the rest of the afternoon looking at the wet spot in the crotch of her jeans.

Those warm spring afternoons in her bedroom or mine or some other room in the house were some of our best times together. After my experience with her friend Janet, Laurel had seemed uneasy for some weeks, almost as if she needed reassurance that I was still interested in her, silly woman.

As a result, she'd be almost manic sometimes when we made love. We began exploring all the positions in which two people could have sex and some of them were quite weird and wonderful. Laurel had certainly done a considerable amount of research into the possibilities, and one day casually mentioned that she'd toyed on and off over the years with doing a book on it.

"It would sort of be a modern version of the kama sutra."

"Didn't that Joy of Sex book cover that?" I asked as I concentrated keeping my cock going in and out of her smoothly.

"Not the way I'm thinking of doing it. This would be more like an encyclopedia rather than a how-to manual," she said and then groaned as I tightened my sphincter, causing my cock flare inside of her. "Jesus, that feels good, Derek."

At that point, Laurel was standing on her head in the middle of the living room, bent nearly double with her legs together and her feet resting on the floor behind her head. I was straddling her legs and was busily fucking downwards into her. It wasn't possible to get all the way in, but she said that the stimulation for the woman was sensational in that position -- if the guy's cock was long and fat enough.

We'd tried out one earlier that she called "the bow" which was also quite hair-raising -- for the woman.

That consisted of me lying with my legs outstretched. Laurel sat facing me, feet flat on the floor under her with her hands holding onto my ankles and her back radically arched. Bow indeed! By rocking back and forth she could impale herself on the top part of my erection.

She was well on her way to a second orgasm when I asked, "How do you bend your body into all these ridiculous positions?"

"Years of youthful ballet lessons," she panted, "lots of yoga since then," she lifted her head up for a moment and smiled, "and several vigorous young men helping me practise."

"And you get a lot out of doing this? Wouldn't the good old missionary position or a little bit of doggy feel just as good?"

"Variety...is...the spice...of life... Almost there...uh...uh...UH...UH... AHHHHHH!!"

Her orgasm was again spectacular to watch and since I was pretty close anyway, I just went with the flow and came massively, too.

In the afterglow, she moved forward to a more normal "cowgirl" position, still keeping me inside her. 

Idly playing with my chest hairs as we recovered, Laurel began to talk. "That position is very good for a woman who wants her g-spot stimulated. With you, it's especially good because of the way your cock turns up at the end. Wow! If my knees could take it, I'd have you like that once a day."

"I always thought my erect cock looked a bit weird."

"I've seldom seen a cock that's perfectly straight. Most bend in the direction of the hand the guy strokes off with. Yours also goes a little bit right, in case you haven't noticed."

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Could you make me hard again so that I could verify your theory?"

Laurel rolled her eyes, then started doing that vaginal muscle "ripple" that felt so incredible. My cock always responded to that.

"I bet you could bring me off like that."

"Of course, but it's not as much fun for me. Most women want some good hard thrusting to send them to la-la land." She leaned down and kissed my nose. "However, I'll do it for you sometime -- if you're good."

"I'm always good," I responded as I filled my hands with the twin glories of her wonderful ass. "So can any woman learn to do this?"

"Yes, but it---"

"Takes a lot of practise and several vigorous young men helping you practise," I finished for her.

She laughed and her eyes took on a faraway look of concentration as the feelings intensified. "It's just a muscle that needs to be trained like any other. You're actually very easy to do since you're so fat. A skinnier cock takes a lot more strength."

"How many men have you had, Laurel?" I asked seriously.

At first, I didn't think she would answer as she looked down at me pensively. "Probably four hundred."

My eyes must have bugged out. "Then that means---"

"Yes. Ramon's and my marriage was not your usual one. He loved to see me with other men, and quite frankly, once I realized how much I loved sex, I wanted to play with every cock I could get my hands on." She was silent for a moment and the delicious squeezes of her pussy stopped. "Does that make you think of me any differently? I remember what you said about Janet and Michael's relationship."

I gave her derriere a squeeze. "It's not what I was brought up to believe, but now that I've seen it in action and thought about it a bit, what they're doing, what you and Ramon did, isn't really cheating. Was he always there to watch you?"

"Usually."

"So you had men when he wasn't around?"

"Sometimes."

"Did he always know about it?"

"Absolutely. That was part of the agreement."

"Did he ever have other women?"

"Occasionally, but not often. For him, it was more about watching me."

"Like Michael."

"Yes. Like Michael."

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it. I have more than a little bit of the exhibitionist in me. A big turn-on for me is watching people getting turned on watching me. All those cocks rising and all those women with their hands between their legs as I get screwed to oblivion..."

"Have you ever had more than one man at a time?"

"Certainly."

"How many?"

"Why all the questions all of a sudden?" she asked shifting her body a little, and consequently shoving me inside her farther. The intensity of her squeezes increased dramatically. All this chatter was getting Laurel heated up again.

"Just curious."

"Promise you won't be turned off by the answer?"

"I promise."

"Several times I had five men all at once."

"How would you do that?"

"One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass and two in my hands."

"Jesus!" I said as I thought about what that would look like. "I thought you didn't want cocks in your...um...ass."

"I don't think I want your cock in my ass. You are over nine inches in circumference, Derek."

"How many men have you had at one go?"

"Is this the last question?"

"Yes," then I grinned, "for now."

"Okay. A number of times I had about a dozen over the course of an evening."

"In that room in the basement?"

"Usually. That's what it's for. Ramon and I used to have special parties."

"I can imagine."

She rolled her eyes again. "Yes, I'll bet you can."

"But what's the largest number you had at one time?"

"It was in Europe one summer. Some Italian friends of Ramon. There was a big party at a villa, and I guess I had a little too much to drink. And I was also in one of those moods."

"So how many?"

"Ah...Ramon counted forty-three."

That admission stopped me cold. "You're exaggerating."

"I wish I were. It was a stupid thing to do. I could barely walk for the next week and I was damned lucky I didn't catch something bad."

"None of them used rubbers?"

"That was part of the, ah, game." She sighed. "I was young and it was very foolish. You don't think any less of me, do you?"

I shook my head. "You amaze me. Sometimes I feel like such a hick farm boy around you."

Laurel bent down and kissed me passionately. "You are no such thing. You're my very special boy."

I wrapped my arms around her and tried to return as good as I was getting. I've never kissed another woman who could put as much emotion into a kiss as Laurel could.

She got off me. "Now I'm all hot and bothered again. Want to try another position?"

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The second week of May marked the last week of the term. Most of my finals were scheduled then, with one more the following week, then it would be time to return home.

Laurel had also scheduled her big yearly garden party for the Sunday of the third weekend. We'd both have a few days to do the final primping of all the plants, mowing the lawn and getting everything just right according to her exacting standards. On the preceding Friday, it rained cats and dogs and Laurel was beside herself, pacing at the dining room windows all day, watching blossoms getting pelted to death. Saturday was cloudy with intermittent showers, but we both went out and cleaned things up, regardless of the fact that we were soon soaked to the skin.

After three hours of that, I noticed that Laurel was shivering heavily.

I went over and took the pruning shears from her hand. "You look like a drowned rat. We're going inside."

"But there's more work to do!"

"There's tomorrow morning for that."

"But I'll be busy with the caterers. They arrive at 10:00."

"You can tell me what to do, and I'll finish. Now come indoors. You don't want to spend the day of your big party stuck in bed, do you?"

She sighed. "You're right, I suppose."

"Good. Now, let's get you into a nice hot bath while I put away the tools."

As we crossed the back yard together, I so longed to put my arm around her shoulders and pull her to me, and I would have except the new neighbors on the left seemed to be really nosy -- especially the wife. As a matter of fact, I noticed a curtain in one of their upstairs rooms flutter a bit as we entered the house.

In the kitchen, I took off Laurel's sodden clothes and muddy sneakers while she stood like a small child, shivering miserably.

I turned her around, giving her a playful swat on the rump. "Get up into your bath, use lots of hot water and I'll be up as soon as things are put away outside. Do you want a cup of tea or something stronger?"

"Maybe a bit of cognac."

"Cognac it is, then."

Laurel looked at me curiously for a moment and did as I'd asked without saying anything. I went outside, got all the gardening tools picked up, wiped them down in the garage and put them back in their designated spots, just as Laurel liked.

By time I got back in the house, I was beginning to shiver, so I quickly stripped off my muddy clothes and added them to the pile.

The cognac was kept on a sideboard in the dining room with some other after-dinner alcohol. I grabbed her favorite snifter, poured a generous amount and headed upstairs.

I found Laurel in her en suite bathroom, ensconced in a very full, steaming bath with lots of bubbles. She was lying back, eyes closed, with a nice healthy glow to her skin.

"Here's your cognac."

Laurel opened her eyes and smiled up. "You're very good to me, Derek."

I grinned back. "And you're very good to me. It's a mutually beneficial relationship."

Her expression became more solemn. "You go above and beyond the call of duty. You're kind and generous. You look after me. No one's really done that since...since Raul died and I want you to know how much I appreciate it, how much I cherish it." Then she grinned. "Remind me to send Mike a thank you note for suggesting you to move in."

"Surely you're joking."

"Just a little." She took a sip of cognac. "Oh that feels nice going down. Now I notice you're naked, too."

"I was just as dirty as you. No sense dragging that through the house."

She shook her head. "You're going to make some woman very happy someday. Please promise me you'll never change."

"Never change? I don't know if I can promise that, but I will promise I'll never forget where I came from or who helped me get there."

Laurel's face sort of crumpled.

"Are you all right?"

"Could I just have a bit of time alone?" she said and took a swallow from her snifter.

"Sure. I want to take a shower." I turned to look at her from the doorway. "I'll see you later."

As I went down the hall to the other bathroom, I was wondering what I'd said to upset her. With the playful mood she'd been in while we worked, I'd been certain that she'd invite me into the bath with her, something we'd done a couple of times to our mutual enjoyment.

I shook my head. Women. Every time you had them pegged, they changed direction 180 degrees. That night, she said she wasn't feeling well, so I made an omelette for myself and hit the books, studying for another final exam.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Sunday morning dawned sunny, warm and with a gentle breeze: perfect weather for Laurel's party.

I made sure I was out in the garden well before 8:00. She joined me shortly after, bringing a steaming mug of coffee. There were still a gratifying number of spring bulbs hanging on. The dogwoods, redbuds, lilacs and several other shrubs were in full bloom and in the shade of some large trees at the back of the property, Laurel's rhododendrons looked fantastic.

Final clean-up took little time and Laurel seemed in a pretty good mood, though somber. I put it down to anxiety over the party since it was very important to her that everything be perfect.

Later, as the caterer's did their setting up thing in the kitchen and the patio, Laurel appeared in the doorway to my room as I lay studying on my bed.

"How do I look?"

She came into the room almost shyly. The dress she had on looked incredible. It was white with splashes of pastel greens and blues. The top was fairly tight, but the bottom was full and loose.

"You look fantastic," I said as she twirled around to show me the back, then added teasingly, "You may have to watch it if a wind comes up, though. Don't want any of the guests to see your panties."

"That won't happen," she answered coquettishly. "I'm not wearing any." She came over closer to the bed. "You see, I'm going to let you take me in this dress after everyone has gone home. I enjoyed our romp in the bushes last week, and would fulfill a fantasy I've had for a few years. You can have me out in that dark area under the trees. How does that sound?"

"Sounds absolutely perfect. What time are the guests leaving? Please say it's by 2:00."

"Silly boy. They won't begin arriving until 1:00."

"I know."

She picked the book up off my stomach and handed to me. "Now concentrate on your work until I come and get you. I'm expecting to see you on the Dean's list by this time next week!"

The witch. Concentration was now doubly difficult.

By 1:30, Laurel's party was in full swing and I looked out of my window to see the backyard completely filled with people. All the women knew to dress for the occasion so the colors were wide and varied. Most of the men wore suits. There were colleagues from the university, friends, fellow gardening enthusiasts and a smattering of neighbors. I could see Laurel flitting from one group to another, often with a waiter in tow, making sure that everyone was having the best time. It would have been fun to be down there, but we'd decided that this was safer. The president of the university was in attendance, after all.

I sat down at the computer to organize my notes and quickly forgot about the party. Maybe twenty minutes had gone by when I was suddenly aware that someone was standing just behind my chair. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a wisp of white fabric as a hand touched my cheek, then quickly drifted lower to my pants where it found a stiffening cock.

"Ummmm..."

Laurel had decided to nip upstairs to tease me for a moment. Well, I'd fix her.

"I'm not interested, Laurel, so go away. I have studying to do. If you want to cum, you'll just have to take care of it yourself."

"Are you always this forward with women?" asked someone with a British accent.

I leapt to my feet and spun around, nearly knocking over the chair.

It was the nosy neighbor from next door -- and she had on a white dress, too."

"What are you doing in here?" I demanded.

"I was looking to see where you'd gotten to. I thought you might be feeling a little left out."

"Speaking of out, you can do that right now. Get out of my room!"

She moved in, pinning me against the desk. "But we haven't even been properly introduced yet."

"I'm not interested. Get out!"

She reached out to touch my cheek again, but I batted her hand away.

I'd only seen this woman a few times back in the winter when everyone is always so bundled up. Turns out she was younger than I thought, maybe early forties and better looking, too. Her hair was fiery red, skin alabaster white, her dress showed she had a curvy body and she was taller than I'd thought, maybe five-six. She was certainly pretty, what with her red hair and very green eyes. I'd had no idea she was from England.

"Touchy, aren't we?" Strolling over to the bed she sat down and bounced a few times in an experimental sort of way. "Well, since you won't start, you rude young man, I'll introduce myself. I'm Barbara Kingsbury. I suspect you know that I live next door. I know that your name is Derek and you attend the university -- where your Professor Gonzalez-Jones teaches."

Something in the way she said that last bit made a chill run down my back. I wondered just what the hell was going on.

So I asked that question.

Before answering, Barbara slowly looked at me from the top of my head, down to my toes and back up again, slowly, predatorily, and if she'd licked her chops, it wouldn't have been out of place. Her eyes paused for quite sometime on my crotch. I could feel my dick shrinking.

"You and I are going to come to a little agreement."

"And what might that be?"




A Higher Education Ch. 08



"You agree to do as I ask, and I'll agree not to go downstairs and tell President Fotheringay just what you and the good professor get up to when you're alone."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said angrily. "She's my landlady. I rent a room from her for a good price, and in return, I help out with the yard work, nothing more!"

Barbara waggled her finger at me. "Sorry, sonny, but that won't wash. You see, I'm the nosy sort and my days can be rather boring sometimes. I've occupied quite a number of entertaining hours watching the two of you in the yard. I'm also the sort of girl who occasionally peeks in windows. You know, it's amazing how many people don't pull their shades down all the way or don't check that the curtains are pulled together. They should be more careful."

It felt as if someone had kicked me in the stomach. Was this all a shakedown for money? Was she here to get my assistance in helping her pry some cash out of Laurel?

"Maybe I'm just stupid, but what are you getting at, Barbara?" I said her name with all the scorn I could put into it.

"I want some of what the good professor's been getting from you." She got up, walked over to where I was standing by the desk and grabbed my cock again. "Pretty impressive specimen you have there, I must say."

I ignored her groping. "So you've been spying on us?"

"That's such a nasty word. Really, you should have been more careful. All that prancing around in the back yard. I saw you the other day with your pecker peeking out the leg of your shorts, and I saw the good professor wiggling her ass at you. Then there was that tryst in the garden. She should have been much quieter about it all being so near the wall. But then your manhood obviously delights her and now that I've had a good feel of it, it's pretty clear why. I was forced to hike up my dress and go at it the whole episode was such a turn on."

"You said you spied on us in the house."

"I must admit to feeling a little guilty, but Pandora had leapt from the box. Let's see, I saw you last week in her study. She was on the desk, bare bummed and you were using that apparently talented tongue of yours between her legs. How many times did you make her cum? It was hard to tell. Three or four?

"I also saw you in the living room a few days ago. It looked like a bloody Olympic event the way you two were going at it." She rested her rear end on the side of my desk. "You two really should make a porno movie. You're a handsome couple. I'd buy a copy."

I felt sick to my stomach. This whole thing was Laurel's and my greatest nightmare.

"So you want me."

"Oh yes, darling." She smiled broadly and it reminded me of a snake, no warmth in the eyes at all.

"What? Right here, right now?"

"Yes."

"Can't we do it tomorrow, say? I don't think this is a good idea."

"No. Now. Seems as good a time as any to get started. Everyone is otherwise occupied. Come over here, Derek!"

I had a choice: go along with her or throw her out on her butt. But I was pretty certain that she wasn't bluffing: she could go right to Fotheringay and expose Laurel. I had to make sure that didn't happen. No matter how much I didn't want anything to do with this, there wasn't much choice.

Barbara's eyes were hard as I did what she asked, but there also seemed to be a touch of excitement there. Laurel had always told me that while a woman's wants and needs might change from one day to the next (try one minute to the next!), it was up to a good lover to try to figure out what she wanted without resorting to asking about it. "That takes a lot of the romance out of it," she'd said, "and women generally require romance above all."

When I got within arm's reach, Barbara's hand snaked out to my belt buckle, sort of the way a little child would make a grab for a forbidden cookie or piece of candy. That told me something.

"Take my cock out," I ordered.

Even though that was precisely what she was already doing, her eyes when she looked up at me were big and round.

My jeans were soon open and her hand reached into my boxers.

"Pull my boxers down. No. Take my pants and boxers completely off."

Since I wasn't all that turned on by the situation, my cock was only slightly erect and that wouldn't do.

"Use your mouth to make me hard."

Now that she had it in her hands, a bit of Barbara's bluster seemed to be gone, or was it the way I was handling her? Maybe she wanted to feel as if she was being forced. Maybe that was part of the turn-on for her. I glanced over to make sure the door was shut.

Barbara was holding me in both hands and several inches of cock hung down on her right wrist. She was sort of licking at the head while her lower hand stroked. As far as oral sex went she was not close to the same league that Laurel played in.

"Take it in your mouth. Now!" I growled.

Her mouth was small and even relatively flaccid, my cock was pretty wide for it, but Barbara did her best, I have to give her that. She gave me some nice tongue action on the sensitive underside and I began to swell.

"That's good," I said as I rocked my hips, trying to get more than the head into her mouth.

As her saliva began flowing, she used that as a lubricant for her hands and that ramped things up a bit more.

"You're even bigger than I thought," Barbara gasped.

"Put it back in your mouth. I'm not ready yet."

"But my jaw hurts."

"Suck my cock or I won't fuck you."

Her eyes hardened, but before she could utter another of her threats, I pushed her head forward again.

"Suck it!"

After a minute or two more, I was sufficiently hard.

"Take off your panties, kneel on my bed with your ass facing me and pull up your dress."

Silently, she did as she was told and I had a fine white ass facing up ready to go. Using my fingers, I reached under her and found she was quite turned on and ready.

Stepping forward, I rubbed my erection down her ass crack. When the tip went over her anus, she jumped and moaned. Well, if that was what she wanted, it wasn't going to happen, although if I just jammed myself into that tight opening, it wouldn't have been any less than she deserved.

Using my right hand to press my cock along her slit for maximum sensation, I began coating myself in her slickness. Barbara was breathing hard, her ass swaying. In a different situation, I might have enjoyed making love to her. Right now, though, I wanted to teach her a lesson.

Without warning, I lined myself up and pulled her back hard. As always, the initial entrance was reluctant but I just increased the backwards pressure of my hands on her hips until my entire length shot forward into her.

Barbara's squeal reminded me of a pig. "You're so fucking big! Oh my God, it feels like you're tearing me in two!"

"You wanted my cock. I'll stop if you want."

"No, no. Don't take it out. Just let me get used to it!"

I slapped her ass and felt her inner muscles clench me hard. I didn't know if I could pull out if I wanted to. For all her bravado, I don't think Barbara had ever had anyone as big as I was. Okay. No slapping – for the moment. I wanted this to be done as quickly as possible.

I counted to thirty and moved my cock nearly all the way out of her until only my fat glans remained inside. Pausing for a few seconds, I rammed it home again, causing Barbara to gasp loudly. Rotating my hips, I sort of bumped at her making sure that I was bottomed out all the way. I leaned forward at the same time and teased her nipples under her light bra, and when they had hardened and extended, I squeezed and twisted them hard causing more gasps.

"You're awfully rough," she squealed.

"That's the way I make love, Barbara. I know you women get off on the rough stuff."

I did notice that she was now pushing back at me, forcing just a tiny bit more of my cock into her. Deciding that we needed to conclude this, I stood upright again, grabbed her by the hips and really started pounding her. Enough was enough! I didn't want her to actually enjoy this.

Her cunt was just dripping with her fluids, leaving a whitish foam around my cock. Her inner lips clung to my cock as it moved in and out of her, making them appear and disappear with each stroke. It just made me pound her harder.

"Oh my God, Derek! What are you doing to me? I feel as if your cock is going to come out of my mouth with each stroke."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. No! Don't ever stop!"

The brown of her rosebud winking up at me caused another idea to float through my brain. Picking up a bit of lubrication from my cock, I rammed my right thumb into her ass.

"Jesus! Omigod...omigod... I'm...I'm...I'm going to cum!" she screamed loud enough that if my window had been open they might have heard outside.

I couldn't reach around to put my hand over her mouth. She was now well beyond asking to keep it down. With two handfuls of my blanket, she had her head down and was holding on for dear life as I pounded the crap out of her.

SMACK! My hand came down hard on her ass. SMACK! Again and each time she squealed and tightened up. My cock felt like it was caught in one of those Chinese handcuff things.

I didn't understand how Barbara could be taking this. I thought that brutalizing her would get her to turn off and go away, and her I was whaling away on her with completely the opposite happening: she was loving it.

The woman was nearly speaking in tongues as her excitement rose to what would probably be her best orgasm ever. Just my luck.

"Oh God, oh God...here it comes...keep pounding me like that, Derek! Make me cum all over your glorious cock. MAKE ME CUM!"

That's when the shit hit the fan. There was a noise to my right as the door opened.

It was Laurel.

Her face was ashen. "Derek! What are the hell do you think you're doing?"

I knew exactly what the scene on my bed looked like to Laurel -- and it was the worst possible thing and time for her to break in on us. I suddenly felt very foolish and stupid.

Barbara turned her head and I was stunned to see the corners of her mouth curve up in a triumphant smile. I suddenly understood what this was all about, the jealousy on her part to see Laurel with me. I wasn't just scratching some middle-aged itch for this woman, I was helping her in some sort of vendetta against the woman I really cared about -- and I'd been completely sucked in.

My erection immediately started to die as embarrassment drove blood to my cheeks in shame. What could I say? An explanation in front of our harpy neighbor was out of the question.

Laurel finally spoke again. "If you want to rut like animals in here, the least you could do is lock the door. You're just lucky this woman's husband didn't wander in -- instead of me."

She slammed the door and I could her rapid retreat down the stairs.

"Well, sonny," Barbara said, looking over her shoulder at me, "that was unexpected."

"I would have figured you would have locked the door," I told her disgustedly, not sure whether to be mad at myself for bungling the whole situation or at her for playing me so well.

She shrugged her shoulders. "It didn't occur to me."

My shrunken cock flopped out of her. I walked over and picked up my underwear.

"That's it?" Barbara cried. "You can't leave me hanging like this. I was so close!"

"You'd better leave. Your husband is going to be wondering where you got off to."

"Him? As long as his glass is full, he doesn't care about anything. Now you get right over here and get back to work or---"

"Or what? You're going to go downstairs to the rat on me?"

She smiled wickedly. "Got it in one, Derek, my lad. You give me what I want and I'll keep quiet about your and the good professor. It's that simple."

I felt I needed to get some time to think this whole situation through, and perhaps talk to Laurel, because what was happening concerned her intimately. As a matter of fact, she could wind up losing her job. I might get in trouble with my parents, but the guys I knew would all be clapping me on the back and telling me, "Way to go!"

"No, it's not. Look, why don't I give you a call in a few days?"

"Not so fast. I wasn't born yesterday. I know that school is finished at the end of the week. You're not cutting out for home on me until I get some more of the dick of yours. I want to see you tomorrow."

"I have a final – and I'm not missing it for any reason."

"Tuesday then, first thing."

I threw up my hands. "Another final." Then, playing for time, I added, "But I'm through with everything on Wednesday -- and I'm not leaving for home until next Monday. Maybe we could get together here, in the professor's bedroom, too. She always goes riding on Wednesday afternoon."

Barbara looked surprised. "Oh ho, you kinky little devil. I like the way you're thinking. You're on then. What time?"

"Why don't you just watch for her leaving? She's usually out of here before 1:00 and she's usually not back until dinner. We'd have a ton of time to get up to all sorts of things," I added, walking over to the bed and tweaking her nipple really hard.

"Ummmm... You wicked boy! Okay, then, it's a date and if you have any time earlier, just toddle on over. My husband is never home before 7:00 at the earliest."

I put on my robe and left the room then to hose myself off in the bathroom -- making sure to lock the door. When I got back to my room, the un-alluring Mrs. Kingsbury had gone. I looked out the window to see her talking with a group of attentive men as if ten minutes earlier she hadn't had her dress around her waist busily cuckolding her husband. I also saw Laurel about as far away in the yard from Barbara as she could get and it was easy to see from the way she talked and moved that the wind was completely gone from her sails. I longed for everyone to disappear and give me a chance to try to repair the damage I'd done, and to tell Laurel about the danger she was in.

I locked my bedroom door (a little late) and tried to do some studying. It was no good. My brain just wouldn't shut down and focus, so rather than spinning my wheels fruitlessly, I snuck out the front door and went for a long walk to think over possible solutions to the problem.

It was after six by the time I returned and I was no nearer a solution, except that now my feet were as tired as my brain.

The caterers were just finishing loading their van and the yard and kitchen were nearly completely tidied.

"Where's Professor Jones-Gonzalez?" I asked the woman in charge.

"She said she had a splitting headache and went upstairs to lie down. Don't worry, we're nearly finished and we'll soon be on our way. We've already been paid."

Upstairs, the door to Laurel's room was closed. I knocked softly and said, "Laurel?" There was no answer. "Laurel, are you okay?"

"Leave me alone."

"Laurel, please let me explain. It wasn't what you think."

No answer.

"Okay, then, I'll just sit outside your door until you're willing to talk to me."

"You're going to wait a long time."

I had to figure she'd be a woman of her word, so I sat down, legs crossed, just in front of her door. I only hoped the caterer wouldn't come upstairs to say they were leaving. My presence where I was would be rather hard to explain.

Three hours later, I was still there, legs now completely asleep and my back aching. Sure, I didn't have to do something like that, but I was so guilt-ridden that I would have crawled across broken glass if it would have gotten Laurel to speak to me.

The door finally opened at 9:48. Laurel was wearing a peach-colored, knee length satin robe that I thought particularly good on her. Obviously, she didn't expect me to be still camped in front of her door because she nearly tripped over me.

The frown on her face was impressive. "Have you been sitting here all this time?"

"I told you I would be. Would you let me explain to you, please?"

Laurel's expression softened a bit.

"Please, Laurel, we really need to talk. It wasn't what you think it was, I swear to God!"

"It looked awful. She's my neighbor, for heaven's sake, and her husband was right downstairs, all my colleagues from the university. What if someone other than me had wandered upstairs? I'm surprised they didn't, there was so much noise! Rutting like some damned animal, what were you thinking?"

I looked up at her again. "I was trying to get you out of a very tight spot."

"What?" Derek, I just can't..."

Her voice trailed off and I thought she was going to slam the door and that would be that.

"Please let me tell you what was going on."

Her face hardened, lips pursed. That held for a moment, then she nodded her head once. "Downstairs. I need a drink."

She pushed by me, heading for the stairs.

"I can't," I called out.

Laurel stopped. "Why not?"

"My legs are completely asleep from sitting so long."

Finally Laurel's face looked normal as she shook her head. There was even a bit of crooked smile. "Lie down on the floor. I'll help you."

The next few minutes were sweet agony as Laurel massaged my legs back to life. Once the feeling started returning, I had to fight not getting an erection since I didn't think it would be welcome at the moment. Concentrating on the awful "pins and needles" and the cramping helped a lot. 

Eventually, I felt I could stand and hobble downstairs. It would have been easier to talk in Laurel's bedroom, but I don't think she wanted me in there at the moment, and my bedroom was not even a choice, so we made our way slowly downstairs, my arm around her shoulder to make sure I didn't fall.

We sat at opposite ends of the room. It was clear as I recounted Barbara Kingsbury's sudden appearance next to me that afternoon that Laurel was of the mind that I was making the whole thing up. She did let me tell the story uninterrupted, though.

"So she actually convinced you that she'd march downstairs and announce to everyone in the garden that you and I were sexually involved? That's why you were fucking her?"

I nodded.

"Derek, Derek...that's not how this type of person works. They're sneaks and that's the way they go about spreading their poison. If you'd refused her, she might have gone back downstairs and told President Fotheringay that she needed to speak with him about something, but she wouldn't have blurted it out right in the garden. First of all, that would have killed any possibility she had of getting you. No, she would have made sure you knew she'd made an appointment or something and then given you another chance."

"So my solution to the problem---"

"Was no solution at all. Let me tell it to you straight, Derek: what Barbara Kingsbury did was extortion -- and illegal."

"So? We can't very well go to the cops and tell them all about it."

Laurel's face had a thoughtful expression. "Maybe not, but I know someone who may be able to give us some suggestions on what we should do."

She got up, went to her study and shut the door. During the 45 minutes she was busy, I went out to the kitchen and foraged for some food. The caterers had left a whole bunch of delicious leftovers wrapped in plastic and I grazed on those.

Laurel eventually walked into the kitchen and sat down. It struck me how tired she looked. Pulling over one of the plates, she picked at some cheese thingies and ate a few pieces of vegetable. I got up, went to the sideboard in the dining room and poured her another stiff cognac. The bottle had only been opened a week before and most of it was gone.

Returning to the kitchen, I said. "Seems as if one of the guests was in your cognac."

"I believe that might have been our neighbor, Mr. Kingsbury. I noticed him with a non wine-colored drink this afternoon." I was standing behind her chair and began kneading the tense muscles of her shoulders. "Oh, Derek, that feels so good and this cognac hits the spot. Thank you."




A Higher Education Ch. 08



"I'm assuming you were on the phone to your friend who might help us?"

"Yes. And he'll be over tomorrow afternoon to talk to us. Your test is in the morning, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Nine o'clock sharp. I should be home by noon."

"Good. Derek?"

"Yes, Laurel?"

"I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions this afternoon. I should have realized that all might not be as it seemed. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I didn't come upstairs because of the noise. I came up to see how you were doing. You see...not wearing any underwear had made me super horny. I came upstairs to see if we could have a quickie, sort of prime the pump for what we might do after everyone had left. I was feeling so naughty."

"Is that part of why you were so upset?"

She sighed. "Yes. I've been feeling surprisingly possessive of you these past few weeks. So I saw what was going on and I just flipped out. It wasn't only the things that I've already told you that bothered me, it was also the fact that you were doing to our neighbor exactly what I wanted you to do to me."

While we talked, I had continued working on Laurel's shoulders until she was nearly purring with pleasure.

"I was being very rough with her," I pointed out. "I figured if I came across as an insensitive brute, she might want to be done with only one. Unfortunately---"

"That was exactly what she wanted," Laurel finished for me. "I've seen it before. Like I've said, we women sometimes don't know what we want until it starts to happen."

I slid both hands into the front of Laurel's robe. "So if I were to do something like this," I said as I grabbed a nipple in each hand and twisted much harder than I'd ever done to her before, "you might actually like it?"

Laurel shuddered as I continued twisting and pulling, and I felt certain she'd just had a tiny orgasm. Leaning down, I kissed her neck on the left side gently, then with more intensity until I'd made a good-sized hickey, something she'd never allowed me to do. Her response this time was a huge groan.

Slipping the silk robe off her shoulders, I took possession of her body with my hands, all the while kissing her neck and whispering surprisingly dirty things in her ear. Laurel sat there, her legs now spread apart and her hands holding the chair's bottom in a near death grip.

"You didn't have any underwear today because it was so dangerous, didn't you?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"What if a sudden gust of wind had lifted your dress? Everyone would have seen all your secret places."

"Oh God..."

"The men, all of them, would have wanted you. You knew that, didn't you?"

"Yessss..."

Using one hand, I quietly undid the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down, then went back to kneading both of Laurel's delicious handfuls, still manhandling her nipples. Her right hand began to slip towards the back of the chair.

"No," I said, grabbing the hand. "You have to be more patient."

"Derek..." Her response came out like a plea.

Lifting each of her hands, I removed her arms from the sleeves of her robe. Laurel was now naked on a kitchen chair. I turned it 90 degrees and stepped back to look at her.

She was so lovely, it almost hurt. With her head back and eyes shut, she knew what was going on. After my earlier glimpse of Barbara's charms, there was absolutely no comparison between the two women.

Laurel's body was long and lean, without an ounce of fat. Keeping herself so trim required a lot of hard work, but she combined it with things she liked to do: horseback riding, yoga, yard work and even a bit of weight-lifting to go with her rowing machine which we both used. (I especially loved it when she did it naked!)

Her face was lovely with a generous mouth, high cheekbones and beautiful light blue, almost gray, eyes that you couldn't help but notice immediately. Her brown hair was clipped much shorter lately, adding to her Audrey Hepburn-like look.

I'd grown more enchanted with her breasts, nice firm handfuls topped by long nipples, but it was her muscular ass I loved the best. Laurel only had to clench one cheek or the other to give me an instant erection. Her prominent pubic mound was another wonder that I never tired of looking at or touching. Her fleshy outer lips and slightly protruding inner lips (especially when she was turned on) finished off a package that made her so totally my wet dream.

"Derek?" she asked her eyes still closed, but her legs opening a little. "Why did you stop?"

In answer, I quickly (and silently) dropped my jeans and briefs and knelt on the floor in front of the chair. Using the backs of my fingernails, I swiped lightly and repeatedly up her thighs, stopping short of my eventual target. Feeling my hands, Laurel's response was a quick intake of breath and a small moan.

As I worked over her legs, massaging and stroking, I watched her sex getting more red and swollen, opening beautifully to reveal her innermost charms, Laurel's breathing slowed and deepened and a blush spread from her cheeks to her throat to the top of her chest. She moved her feet up to the second chair rung, resting them there and letting her legs fall open unashamedly as she slid her body forward to the edge.

"Suck me off, sweet Derek. Make me cum with your mouth. Please. I need it now."

Her slit glistened with the moisture of her arousal and I didn't need a second invitation. Leaning forward, I drew my tongue slowly up from the extreme bottom of her slit right to the top. With each touch to her three most sensitive areas -- anus, vagina and clitoris -- Laurel moaned deeply.

I got the feeling she would want a quick release after all the emotion of the day, so I fastened onto her clit with my lips, and using my right hand, slid two fingers up inside her, causing her to let out a loud gasp. My thumb touched her anus and she pushed against it, the flowing lubrication allowing it to slip right inside.

Even though I'd decided on a no-teasing approach, I still took it slowly, letting her mounting desire lead me along, but in a slow upward curve. with no stops to tease her. Laurel's pussy muscles gripped at my fingers as I massaged the hard bump of her g-spot with the backs of my fingers, and she couldn't keep her bottom still as she pushed herself at me. Her anus had a death grip on the first two joints of my thumb.

"Oh, Derek, you are so good at that, my God in heaven, so good! I want to cum all over your face, show you how much you turn me on. I'm so close now. Slow down on my clit. Yes. Like that. Ummmm... Are you ready for me to cum?"

"Mm-hmm," I mumbled around her clit. 

The humming almost made her jump so I did it again. The hard nub of flesh quivered in my mouth and grew even larger and harder.

Laurel was beyond words now as her body prepared to climax, only making animal-like sounds. This was something that always preceded her largest orgasms and I made ready to hold on to the bucking bronco that I knew was coming. There was a real danger of her falling right off the chair as her body spasmed it all out.

Then I had a brilliant idea.

Just as her crisis was about to hit, I stopped, but replaced all the stimulations by grabbing her waist and ramming my cock hard into her steaming depths.

Laurel actually screamed as she immediately began spasming, her pussy squeezing my cock in a death grip. I picked her up still impaled to the hilt and set her on the kitchen table. As she fell back amidst the plates and glass, knocking them to the floor, I fucked her as hard as I could.

This time I watched the clock and her orgasm lasted nearly 80 seconds before she finally went limp. Little tremors shook her for a good two minutes after.

Finally, she looked up and smiled weakly. "Wow!" was all she said.

I was still rock hard inside her and she eventually realized that.

"Carry me into the living room, caro mio. I want you to do something special to me."

I lifted her again and this time she clung to me, arms around my shoulders and her face pressed into my neck.

There was a hassock she used for her legs in front of her favorite reading chair and she had me set her down there. Since it was only about 2 feet square, her bottom rested on it and her body, as she lay back, bent to the floor. I was kneeling on the other side of the hassock.

"Now fuck me, but start slowly and gentle," she said. "I'll tell you when to speed up and go harder. You need to bring my excitement level back up before you pound me like you just did."

"But aren't you uncomfortable like that?"

"A little, but the results will be worth it."

For the next 20 minutes we made love, because that's the way it started. With her body leaning backward, my cock, with every deep stroke, pushed hard against the upper wall of her pussy and her g-spot was so hard and swollen that I could actually feel it.

Laurel's legs were opened obscenely wide as I gripped them to keep her on the hassock. Soon she was begging me to go harder and faster but to keep pulling out almost all the way. I struggled to maintain control as she urged me on with the most graphic language.

"Oh dear lord, you fuck me so well, Derek. I'm in love with your fucking cock. It's so big and fat and hard. I dream about it. I want it inside of me always. You make me cum like no one else ever has. The way you're driving into me right now. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Don't stop. I want you to ravage me!"

"I'm very close, dearest," she finally gasped. "So close. I want you to cum with me. Are you close, too?"

"Yes," I gasped through gritted teeth.

"Hold me tight. Put your hands around my waist. Don't let me slip off."

"I'll try."

"Pound me as hard as you can. Make me cum again all over your magnificent cock."

Grabbing her hips to pull her into me, I redoubled my efforts even though sweat was pouring off me and I was gasping for air. Laurel had her hands behind her so she could also help push. Her face was red with the effort and her rising passion and she grunted loudly each time our bodies crashed together. I drove myself into her to the hilt, but also pulled out nearly all the way after each thrust, since it was easy to tell from her reactions that this was what she wanted.

Laurel didn't need to tell me when she came because her pussy juice gushed out like a garden hose. I, too, let myself go and thought my cock would never stop pulsing my cum deep inside her. She was beyond words as she writhed on my cock in an impossibly large orgasm. If the previous one in the kitchen had been a ten, then this was clearly a fifteen, totally off the Richter scale of orgasms.

Being in such an awkward position, we had to separate long before we wanted to. Laurel just rolled off the hassock, her hand cupped over her genitals while I ducked into the kitchen to get her a dish towel.

I returned to find her still lying helplessly on the floor, a crooked grin on her face. "Wow!" was all she could say.

Sitting down next to her, I said, "That was incredible."

"No, Derek, you're incredible," she answered, replacing her hand with the towel.

"I couldn't do that if you didn't turn me on the way you do."

Laurel pulled me down and we spent a few moments sharing tender kisses as she recovered from my assault on her body.

"Why did you want me to make love to you in such an awkward position?" I asked when we came up for air.

She was silent for a moment and I wondered if I'd upset her for some reason.

"Having your head lower than the rest of your body can heighten orgasms. I was feeling in the mood for something special tonight." She sighed heavily. "I guess it was all the excitement of the day, the end of the school year...having you move in here...I don't know."

I was curious. "So causing the blood to rush to your head gives you a bigger orgasm?"

Laurel side. "Sort of. Look it's complicated and I'm done in. I'll tell you about it some other time, okay? There are dark areas in lovemaking that you should know about, but tonight's not the night."

"Dark areas?"

"Dangerous things people sometimes do."

"Having your head down is dangerous?"

"No, but other things are. I promise I'll tell you all about it, because you should know. Some silly woman might ask you to try things that could end up going very wrong."

"But---"

"Hush," Laurel said, putting her index finger against my lips. "Let's go upstairs now."

She led me upstairs by the hand where we showered, kissing and cuddling as we did so. Words weren't necessary as we reveled in our closeness. Twice I almost told her how much I loved her, but each time I remembered her injunction about that, though it tore my heart to do so. I hoped my gentle hands and tender kisses would get that across to her regardless.

That night we slept together in her room, only the second time I'd shared her bed. When we did fall asleep together, it was always was in my room, and I'd usually awake alone, Laurel having slipped off at some time or other during the night.

Spooning on our sides, the last thing she said to me was a sleepy, "Tomorrow were going to come up with a plan to get that bitch. I guarantee it."

Sometime during the night I woke up with another erection. Pulling her against me, I guess she woke up enough to feel it and wiggled her ass in invitation. I slipped into her still juicy pussy and we started a nice, relaxed fuck that didn't last too long as she played with her clit and I didn't try to hold back.

We fell asleep again, still joined.