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A Learning Experience

By: Diomedes



Chapter 1

I was feeling pretty relaxed as I wondered along the school corridor, my 'A' levels were over, the last exam had been the day before and now the long summer before starting University stretched before me. This was my last day of school, a time to clearout my locker, hand in my textbooks and say goodbye.

I headed down the fourth floor corridor to classroom D2 and stood outside waiting for the bell to go that would call forth the chattering horde of third years that at that moment sat listening to Miss Robinson as she tried to teach them the inerrancies of the French language.

Miss Robinson, slim, petite with long dark brown hair captured at the back in a clip, deep green eyes, pert breasts that pushed forth her blouse and slim legs and firm bottom. I new every mannerism that she had, I had listened enraptured to her voice and she'd taught me French over the last three years. It was in hope of her teaching me that I had decided to do 'A' level French, and her teaching that had seen me through.

As you can probably gather I was in love with her, head over heels and had been since the first moment I had seen her. I new there was no chance of anything happening, after all I was eighteen and she was in her mid twenties and my teacher or should I say ex-teacher. Her face and body had filled my dreams for the past three years, many were the nights I had masturbated myself to sleep with images of her.

The ringing of the bell brought me back to my senses and I stood aside as the hordes broke free, poring from the classrooms around me to fill the corridor. As the crowds diminished I stepped forward, I stood looking at Miss Robinson for a moment drinking in the sight of her beauty, she was leaning forward over her desk, her blouse hung loose and through the opening I caught a glimpse of tanned flesh. A strand of hair had escaped its confines and lay across her cheek, I longed to reach out and brush it away.

Taking at deep breath I knocked on the classroom door and stepped in.

"Hi Miss Robinson"

"Hello John, how are you?"

"I'm fine thanks, I've brought my textbook back"

"O thanks, is it your last day? Clearing out your junk and getting rid of your books"

"Um yes"

"OK I'll just tick your name, yours is the last," she said as she placed it on a large pile of identical books, "any plans for your summer?"

"Not at the moment, I should probably try and get a summer job, earn some money for uni"

"It's certainly useful, are you in a hurry?"

"Not really, I've finished"

"Could you give me a hand to carry these books to the storeroom?"

"Sure"

With that we each lifted a pile of books and I followed her out of the classroom.

The storeroom was on the second floor and as I followed her I tried not to stare at her legs and firm arse as she climbed the stairs, but the sight was just too available and by the time we reached the storeroom I had an erection, I just hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

"They need to go on the top shelf, if I climb up will you pass them to me?"

"Sure"

I gazed in longing at her legs as she climbed the steps.

"John, Jooohhhhnnn, Earth to John"

"What o god I'm sorry I guess I was day dreaming"

"Hmm, could you pass me the books?"

Blushing I quickly passed her the books, embarrassed at being caught staring at her. Putting the last of the books on the shelf she stepped down, as she moved the steps seamed to rock and suddenly she started to fall. Without thinking I reached out to catch her and suddenly she was in my arms.

It wasn't until that moment that I realised how small she was, she'd always seemed tall to me, I guess it was because she could rule a class so easily.

As I held her our eyes locked, her face was flushed; I noticed the moist glistening of her very kissable lips. I became acutely aware of my erection pressing against her and then that my left hand was resting on her arse and that I could feel flesh. Without thinking I moved my head forward and brushed her lips with mine. 

'O shit what am I doing' I thought 'she's gonna scream blue murder in a minute'

Quickly I released her and tried to step back, not easy as her arms were still around me.

"I'm I'm sorry Miss Robinson, are you OK?"

"Shhh"

Rather than stepping away from me stepped closer, her arms slipped around my head, pulling it down, and her lips sort mine. I stood still in shock and surprise as she kissed me, as her tongue brushed over my lips I parted them and felt it slip into my mouth. My arms encircled her body as she pressed against me; our tongues battled together as our hands moved over each other's bodies.

Pulling apart I watched mesmerised as she walked over to the storeroom door, removing the key she closed and locked it from the inside. As she walked back to me I watched mesmerised, as her blouse seemed to fall open of its own accord revealing her bra enclosed breasts to my hungry eyes. As our bodies once more met in a passionate embrace I felt her hand slip between our bodies and brush my trouser enclosed erection. We stepped slowly back until we came to an old table that was partly filled with books.

Lifting her onto it I felt her hands pulling at my shirt, standing I quickly pulled it off. I eased her blouse from her shoulders and kissed her face and neck, before moving lower to her breasts. As I licked and kissed the swelling of her breasts my hands fumbled at her bra.

"Let me"

I looked in awe as she slipped her bra from her body and dropped it to the floor.

"I I've never done this before?"

She smiled at my confession.

"That's OK I've never seduced a student, or should I say ex-student before and I think Kelly would be better than Miss Robinson, don't you?"

"Kelly, it does sound better"

Her hands unfastened my belt.

"Good, now let's get rid of these shall we"

As she watched I stripped my clothes off until I stood naked before her. Standing before me she stepped from her skirt, her panties and stockings following it to the floor. We stood still gazing in wonder and lust at each other's naked bodies, her hands reached to caress my erection.

"It's beautiful," she said

"You are," I replied

I stepped willingly into her arms and felt her naked body press against mine for the first time. I had dreamed of this moment and now suddenly my dreams were coming true. We kissed deeply, a kiss filled with passion and desire as our bodies pressed together. Gently I lifted her onto the table and as she sat before me I slowly kissed my way down her neck to her waiting breasts.

She moaned in pleasure as my lips caressed her breasts, seeking out the hard flesh of her nipples. With her words of encouragement filling my head I paid homage with lips, tongue and hands to her breasts. The room filled with the sent of her arousal, I breathed deeply and slipped lower down her body. Her stomach contracted as I kissed and licked my way down, stopping to caress her navel. Her hands guided my head until I knelt on the floor before her gazing at the open petals of her womanhood.

The lips were swollen and moist from her arousal, her clitoris pocking forth from its fleshy sheath. Tentatively I licked at the moisture that coated her pussy lips, she tasted clean and fresh. I reached up to part her pussy lips and gazed in wonder at her womanhood, the flesh moist and pink. Leaning forward I drank from her, tasting her and finding pleasure in the pleasure I was giving to her.

"O John O yes that's it suck me, o god yes yes"

Her hands moved my mouth to her engorged clit; I bathed it with my tongue, causing her body to shake in pleasure. Suddenly her hands were pulling me up, as I stood she reached for me, guiding me to her opening.

"Fuck me John, make love to me"

My moans of pleasure joined with hers as my cock pushed slowly into the hot embrace of her cunt. Her legs wrapped around me as she drew me deeply into her body, for the first time in my life my cock was buried in a woman's body, I couldn't believe how it felt and had to fight the urge to release my cum.

"O god Miss, I mean Kelly that feels so good"

As we kissed I stood and lifted Kelly from the table, turning round I sat on the edge. Her pussy moved slowly on my cock the muscles contracting around it as she welcomed me deep into her.

Unfortunately the sensations were too much for my virgin body and I cried out in both embarrassment and pleasure as my cock jerked and fired my sperm deep into her body.

"O fuck O god I'm sorry Kelly, I didn't……"

"Shh it's OK John, it wasn't your fault, it happens especially when it's your first time"

As she spoke she held me close and kissed my anguished face, slowly her kiss became more passionate as she realised my cock was still hard as it nestled buried in her womb.

"I guess you we can go again," she said with a smile of pleasure.

Her legs locked around my back and her arms round my neck as we kissed deeply our tongues duelling from mouth to mouth. Slowly she started to move her pussy upon my deeply buried cock, her need and desire quickly building again. I lowered my hands to her hips as I kissed her face and neck, her breasts and nipples rubbed against my chest.

Her movements became more frenzied as her passion built, as she lifted and sank on my buried cock she twisted her hips, increasing both our pleasure. Unwrapping her legs she pushed me flat onto the table, she now sat astride my hips, her breasts bouncing with her movements. Reaching up I held them in my hands, pulling and massaging her engorged nipples. She moaned in pleasure and then she pushed one of my hands down over her stomach to the junction of our joined bodies. My fingers found her engorged clit, hard and erect pocking from its sheath. I rubbed it gently between my fingers, coating it in our combined juices that coated our groins.

"O god yes John that's it I'm cuming baby o god yes I'm cuming, fill me with your sperm O god yes yes yeeeesssssssssssssssss"

Kelly orgasmed, her body shaking in the pleasure of her orgasm, she screamed allowed as she came. Her juices bathed my buried cock, while her cunt muscles spasmed around it seeming to draw me deeper into her convulsing body. My mind and body were in overload at the new sensations that battered it and gasped and groaned as my balls tightened and my cock started to jerk. My hot sperm fired forth in a torrent to bathe her inner depths in my cum and my orgasm fired through me.

I don't now if I blacked out in sensory overload or what happened, but I slowly became aware of Kelly cradling my head in her arms as she kissed my face. Cool air caressed my well used cock as it lay soft and juice coated on my thigh.

"That was amazing," I said with a contented smile as I gazed at Kelly.

She kissed me and smiled, "I agree"

I don't now how long we lay together naked in each other's arms, slowly we became aware of the hard table underneath us, and the rather dangerous situation we were in, should we be caught. Standing we kissed once more before quickly pulling our clothes back on. Once dressed Kelly opened the storeroom door and peered out.

"All clear"

Quickly we both slipped from the storeroom and down the corridor. I wasn't sure what to say, but I new I didn't want this to be a simple one off. Taking a deep breath I glanced at Kelly.

"Kelly?"

"Hmm"

I didn't now how to say what I wanted without seeming like, what I didn't want to be, and that was a kid. I stopped walking, Kelly took a couple of more steps before she realised I wasn't beside her, she then stopped and looked at me. What helped me was seeing the same look of worry and doubt in her eyes that filled my body.

"I don't want that to be it," I said "You mean more to me than anyone ever has before, I don't want to walk out of here today and never see you again"

Her face filled with a look of relief and tenderness.

"I don't now if what we've just done is wrong John, but I want to see you again as well. Today's Thursday if you think you can get away, come and stay with me for the weekend if you come and wait outside the school tomorrow at about four o'clock"

I quickly glanced up and down the corridor to make sure we were alone; I kissed her a kiss filled with longing and love.

"Until tomorrow"

Turning I rushed from the school my mind in turmoil filled with wonder at the way my life had changed.

Chapter 2

The night and following day seemed to drag by as I waited for the time to meet Kelly. I'd told my parent's that I would was going away for the weekend with some friends. The only thing they told me was not to drink too much and to be careful. After lunch I had a shave before taking a long soak in the bath, as I lay in the hot water I allowed my mind to play though the events of the previous day. I played with my hard cock, fighting the urge to make myself cum; I wanted to save myself for Kelly. Still horny and aroused I climbed from the bath and pulled on clean clothes.

Finally the time came to set off, I grabbed my bag walked to the school, I stood at the bottom gate to wait. I had been there about five minutes, five minutes that had seemed like five hours to my excited hormone filled body, when a car pulled out of the school and stopped near to me. Throwing my bag onto the backseat, I climbed in and found myself gazing upon the beautiful face of Kelly. No sooner was I sat down than she accelerated away.

"Hi," I said with a smile.

She didn't answer but continued to concentrate on her driving, suddenly she pulled up to the curb of a quiet road. In seconds her seatbelt was off and she was pressed against me as she gave me a kiss filled with welcome and desire.

"God I thought today would never end," she said as she broke our embrace, "Can you drive?"

"Yes"

"Good, then scoot over here and drive"

With that she climbed from the car, we met in front of it as we swapped places. Standing there on the quiet suburban street we kissed and held each other tightly. My hands moved freely over her body, from her neck to her firm arse. I couldn't resist lifting it to caress her buttocks, imaging my surprise when I found she was naked underneath it. I caressed her before sliding a hand between her parted thighs to stroke her already moist pussy lips. She groaned in pleasure, a hand running between our bodies to brush against my hard cock. Reluctantly we parted and climbed back in the car, as I pulled away from the curb I glanced across at Kelly.

She was sitting sideways on in the seat, her blouse was open, her breasts visible through the opening. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, her pussy moist and aroused in full view.

"Better watch the road," she said with a laugh of pleasure.

I quickly turned back to the road trying to concentrate on my driving as I felt her hand unfasten my jeans. Within seconds cool air brushed over my hard hot cock as she eased it from its constraints.

"Where am I going?" I asked

"O turn right here then head across the river"

I followed her directions, finding it difficult to concentrate as her hand caressed my erection. Easing the car into fifth gear I slid my hand across and into her lap, she parted her thighs and I pushed a finger into hot wet cuntal opening and at the same time I brushed my thumb over her clitoris. Her body jerked as though subject to an electric shock and she moaned in pleasure. I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my driving as we teased each other closer and closer to orgasm.

"Stop"

I almost jerked the wheel as I hit the brakes.

"What's wrong?" I asked glancing in the rear view mirror to make sure the road was clear.

"Nothing pull in here"

I drove into a small, secluded lay by that was screened from the road by trees and bushes. No sooner had I switched off the engine than she was pulling me from the car. Her clothes were in disarray as she lent over the bonnet.

"Fuck me John, Fuck me now, ram your beautiful cock in my hot pussy"

I didn't need asking again, I slipped my trousers down where the pooled at my ankles. I pushed her forward so she lay bent over the car, grasping my cock I slid the swollen head over her dripping pussy lips, coating it in her juices until it glistened. As my cock brushed over her swollen labia she pushed back towards me trying to force it into her waiting pussy.

Bending my knees slightly I moved my cock head to the entrance of her cunt and started to slowly ease into her. She had other ideas though and pushed back against me so that my cock sank quickly and deeply into her. I pulled her straight and kissed and nibbled her neck, at the same time I slid a hand over her naked breasts pulling and massaging her hard nipples. My other hand I slipped lower to the joining of our two bodies. My fingers were quickly coated in her juices, I lifted them to rub them over her breasts before licking them clean, savouring her female essence. Once more my hand dipped down, this time in search of her pleasure bud.

"O god John that's it O baby yes, now fuck me, fuck me hard"

I moved my hands to grasp her hips as she lent once more across the car. Holding her tightly I started to fuck my cock deep and hard into her hot waiting pussy. Our groans and cries of pleasure increased as I drove my cock into her womb, faster and faster we moved together. Our senses filled with each other and our shared pleasure.

"O baby, that feels so good, O yeah you're so tight and hot, fuck yes"

"That's it harder, faster John O yes o yes"

Our words of pleasure turned to grunts and groans as we reached for our release. With a cry I pushed deep into her womb as my cock swelled and sperm fired forth in seeming torrents to flood into her. Within moments Kelly had joined my in an orgasm, her cuntal muscles milking my gushing cock drawing my cum deep into her.

I stood on shaking legs as my cock slipped from her pussy, releasing a flow of our mixed juices that ran down Kelly's thighs. I gazed at her beautiful pussy; the lips were swollen and red, coated in our juices, her inner folds visible to my eyes. I couldn't resist kneeling and planting a kiss on her tunnel of pleasure. It was the first time I had tasted sperm, it didn't seem too bad, especially mixed with pussy juices. I licked her thighs clean before returning to her cuntal opening. I lapped at the juices that ran freely from her, before sucking at her pussy.

My actions quickly pushed Kelly towards a second orgasm as I tongued her pussy and rubbed her clit. Her hips jerked as she pushed against my probing tongue and fingers, until with a low moan I felt her body stiffen and suddenly my mouth was flooded with her cum. I lapped and sucked her pussy until I finely felt her hands pushing me away.

As I stood up my face was coated in our juices, girl cum dripped from my chin onto my shirt. Kelly turned and kissed me, seeming to enjoy the taste of her pussy on my tongue. Breaking the kiss she licked the juices from my face before she knelt down to lick the drying cum from my cock. At the touch of her tongue and lips I was instantly hard, I moaned in pleasure as she slid my cock into her mouth. Her hands fondled and caressed my balls and shaft as she licked and sucked the swollen head. Her head bobbed back and forth upon my cock as she pressed the blood-engorged head against the roof of her mouth. 

Reaching down I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling the clasps free so that waves of brown hair framed her passion filled face. I was moaning in pleasure my hips jerking forward, working my cock in and out of her fist and mouth.

"O Kelly that feels so good, I'm gonna cum baby I'm cuming"

Rather than releasing my hard cock, Kelly seemed to attack it with renewed vigour, pumping her hand and mouth upon it as she gently squeezed my balls. It was too much and I cried out in pleasure as cum shot up my shaft to flood Kelly's mouth with jism. At first she started to gag, but somehow she managed to swallow every drop of my sperm. She sucked and licked me clean before standing up; a line of sperm had run down her chin to drip onto her breasts. Reaching up I rubbed it into her smooth skin feeling her body respond to my touch. Her hands slipped around my neck and she pulled my mouth to hers, she shared the taste of my cum with me as we kissed and fondled each other.


A Learning Experience



Katina was sitting in the back of the classroom playing solitaire on her laptop computer as her professor lectured on. She hated this class, but her past roommate Melissa has told her it was easy. Well at least the professor was not totally ugly like most of them.

"Ok, class here is your Mid-Term back. Almost all of you did really well. If your exam is not in the pile I would like to speak to you after class."

Katina felt a sense of dread settle over here as she had failed the last two quizzes. Why had she let Melissa talk her into this class? As the exams went by Katina saw that her exam was not in the pile. After the rest of the class had filtered out of the room Katina picked up her bag containing her laptop. Walking down the stairs to the front of the room Katina approached her professor. "Professor Johnson, my exam was not in the pile that you handed out today."

"That is because you are failing this class. You might actually pass the class if you paid attention instead of playing solitaire; yes, I know you play solitaire while I teach. It is possible to learn in my class; actually it's not hard to learn.

Katina just stared at him for a moment a plan forming in her mind. "Would you be willing to work out some extra credit with me?" She asked as she unbuttoned one of the three buttons holding her top closed. "I would be willing to do just about anything."

"Katina . . . ."

"Please Professor, I can't fail." She finished unbuttoning her top revealing a sheer pink bra.

At first all he could do was stare. This girl was so beautiful. "Not here, another class starts in ten minutes. Follow me to my office, and look chastised."

Katina lost the smile that had crept across her face, "Yes Sir." As they walked towards the building that held the majority of the offices on campus Katina could not help but stare at her professor's ass as he walked before her. 

As the entered the office Katina watched her professor sit on the edge of his desk. Seeing a plaque next to him with his name on it Katina smiled, "Your name is Jonathan Johnson? That is adorable."

"I believe young Katina that we were discussing the possibility for extra credit here."

Flicking the one button that she had reclasped back open, Katina took a step towards Jonathan. "I think we left off here. Now Jonathan do you want me to remove my pants," her hands played with the button on her tight black jeans, "or would you like me to remove my tight bra and let my enormous breasts fall free?"

Swallowing hard as he felt his cock stiffens he thought about her offers. "Pants," he croaked. 

Removing her hands from her breasts, where they had been caressing Katina unbuttoned her black jeans and pushed them top the floor. Carefully stepping out of her jeans leaving her black high heeled shoes on; she smiled at Jonathan as she stood before him in just her sheer pink bra and thong with a pair of black high heeled shoes on her feet.

Jonathan felt his cock completely harden at the sight of the young beauty standing almost naked in his office. Her long hair cascading down her back to her waist. He knew her eyes were the color of warm milk chocolate. Damn, he was getting lucky today. 

Katina started sliding her thong over her hips and down her leg. Next she unclasped her bra let her large 34d tits stand at attention for Jonathan. Stepping between Jonathan's spread legs Katina whispered "touch me."

Not having to be told twice Jonathan took a massive mound in each hand, rubbing and squeezing, pinching the nipples, then tugging on them harshly, listening to Katina's moans. "Damn girl," Jonathan mumbled as he lowered his head to suck her right nipple into her mouth.

Katina gasped then moaned at the sensational feeling that his tongue on her nipple created. She wove her fingers through his thick black hair holding his head against her. Katina let the sensations overwhelm her as Jonathan switched from one nipple to the other and back again. Then the next thing she knew she felt Jonathan's fingers caressing her clit. Moaning Katina's body collapsed against Jonathan's.

Sliding off the desk Jonathan turned Katina around and lifted her onto his desk. Spreading her legs wide he slid two fingers deep into Katina's wet slit; using the other hand to rub her tits at the same time.

"Yes oh fuck yes . . . Jonathan." Katina moaned. 

At Katina's moan Jonathan removed his fingers from her pussy and let go of her tit. Holding up his two fingers glistening with lubricant from her pussy Jonathan sucked his fingers into his mouth savoring in the flavor of her young fresh pussy on his skin. "I think that you taste really quite good, but I am not sure. I think I need to taste more of you."

Before Katina could grasp his meaning he dropped to his knees before her. She could feel the coolness of his breath as he gazed at her soaking wet pussy. Then his tongue was flicking at her clit as his fingers slid back inside of her.

Katina was wiggling around on Jonathan's desk from the pleasure his tongue and fingers were causing her. Feeling her orgasm building at a steady pace Katina started shouting for Jonathan not to stop.

Knowing how close Katina was, Jonathan did the one thing that Katina did not want him to and stopped. Stepping back and sitting in a chair facing his desk, the one that the students that visited his office usually used, just looking up at the young woman sitting at his desk.

Katina growled in frustration as Jonathan pulled his head and fingers from her pussy, "No!"

"Finish yourself Katina. Let me watch you bring that pussy to the edge and back." Jonathan was staring straight at Katina's glistening pussy.

Katina glanced around Jonathan's desk quickly, seeing his red correcting pen laying right beside her, she picked it up. Smiling to Jonathan she licked the pen, then she slowly drug it down her body, between her breast, past her navel, and stopped as she reached her pussy with it. Locking her eyes with his, Katina slid the pen, which had caused her such annoyance, into her needy slit to help induce greater pleasure. Katina watched as Jonathan's eyes quickly fell from her face to once again gaze at the wonder of her pussy, just watching his own pen move in and out. Soon Katina put two of her fingers of her other hand onto her clit and began rubbing fast hard circles.

Jonathan was transfixed watching one of the hottest girls he had ever seen fucking herself on his desk with his pen. A pen that he used everyday and often sucked on the end of! He could hear her moaning and wondered now how much farther she had to go. His cock was pressing to hard against his pants that he lowered his pants to his ankles and started to softly stroke his cock.

Katina screamed as her orgasm hit her. The pen was pushed right from her pussy to land on the edge of the desk softly. "Wow, oh wow. I have never been watched before it is such a turn on." Seeing that Jonathan had taken his cock out and was stroking it Katina moved off of the desk to kneel in front of him. "Your cock is so wonderful. It is perfect." Rubbing her hand up it a few quick strokes then lowering her head to lick and lubricate his cock. "You even taste wonderful." Katina continued to lick on Jonathan's cock until it was moist. Then she took it into her mouth sucking about half of it into her mouth. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock to keep him from gagging her if he thrust; her hand and head moved in the opposite directions to give him extra pleasure. Sucking hard and moving fast.

Jonathan sat back in the chair, his head leaning against the top of the backrest. He was biting his lower lip in pleasure as Katina sucked and rubbed his cock. He could not believe the feelings that this young woman's mouth was giving him. He could feel the tension building in his balls. Jonathan almost jumped from the chair when he felt Katina grab is balls unexpectedly. The feeling of her rubbing his balls as she sucked his cock was extraordinary. 

Katina listened to the sound of Jonathan's moaning as she pleasured him. Katina started sucking harder wanting to have Jonathan cum inside her mouth. While squeezing his balls hard she could feel his blood pounding through his veins. Unexpectedly Katina heard Jonathan moan a deep moan which sounded like the hoarse cries you hear dogs sometimes make. She knew he was about to come. Katina pulled her head back so all that she had in her mouth was just the tip of his cock. Flicking her tongue over the end, while stroking his cock with one hand as well as rubbing his sack. 

Jonathan closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm hit. He could feel his come shooting into Katina's mouth. She didn't even pause as she started swallowing his come. After shooting half a dozen thick streams of cum into her mouth Jonathan smiled and looked down at the girl sucking on his cock.

Katina kept a little of Jonathan's cum in her mouth. Moving up she kissed him deeply sharing his cum with him; their tongues dancing a magical dance with each others. "That was wonderful," Katina said as she leaned against him.

"You were wonderful Katina," Jonathan said honestly, not remembering the last time he had cum so hard from just having a girl suck his cock.

"So, about that extra credit?" Katina asked.

"Oh, yeah. I can't give you any extra credit because it would be starting a bad precedent, and it would also be like accepting a bribe, but if you want to get together and have a little fun from time to time, that can be arranged." Jonathan said as he pushed Katina back from him and pulled his pants up. "You are going to have to get dressed and leave now as I have to go to my other class. It was fun. See you in class on Wednesday. And leave the laptop at home this time."



A Learning Experience



A bunch of us office buddies were away at a conference. There was a big meeting early in the morning, so we didn't want to overdo, not to mention that we were all reasonably happily married and wanted to keep it that way. Instead of hitting the town, we decided to have a few beers in our hotel room and shoot the shit. 

The subject soon found its way to sex. We were asking each other some truth-or-dare like questions.

"When was the first time you ever did it?" Larry asked. Tim claimed the earliest slot, answering 14. Kevin swore it was his wedding night and that he'd been 26.

"What about you, Terence?"

"Oh, 16, 17, I'm not sure." I replied. But then I asked, "When was the first time you did it when you really felt like you knew what you were doing?" That got me thinking:

It was my 18th birthday. Back then that got you into the bars. I was trying to be so cool, looking to pick up anything in a skirt. It was a disaster. I was turned down cold four times. The fifth girl actually poured her drink over my head before storming out. As I stood with who knows what dripping down my neck and into my collar, the waitress walked by and threw a towel on my head. 

"Crash and burn, Babyface?" she asked, smiling and chuckling.

"Crazy chick," I growled, drying my hair.

"Yeah well, win some, lose some. You might as well call it a night. Nothin' left here for you to look at."

I glanced around. She was right: 5 or 6 guys were sitting around the bar. A few couples were scattered here and there at the tables, but no prospects for me. Struck out on my birthday: of all the rotten luck! I turned to face her again and it occurred to me that she was an OK package: long legs, full hips, nice chest.

"Yeah," I said, eyeing her up and down, "Well I'm looking."

For a moment she looked absolutely shocked, then she burst into laughter.

"Hun, I'm old enough to be your mother!" she exclaimed.

"Well Ma'am, ya sure don't look like my ma." I drawled.

"Cute." she said

"Yeah?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Like a puppy." she countered

"Take me home." I begged opening my eyes wide and trying my best to look adorable.

"You make me laugh."

"Give me a chance...I'll do more than that."

"You're so naughty!"

"Punish me."

"Jesus!"

"Nope. But a close second....Sheila"

"How'd you know my name?"

"I've been watching your chest very closely." 

She glanced down at her nametag. I'd been getting a bit loud and some of the customers had taken an amused interest in our bantering. It was reminiscent of a tennis match or a game of ping-pong.

"Cut it out." she warned

"I know you'd like to borrow it, but I'm kinda attached to it." 

"Please."

"Don't beg. It makes you look cheap."

"Fuck"

"I thought you'd never ask, but don't you want to go somewhere a bit more private?"

"I'm not kidding."

"Me either. I seriously want you."

I leaned in close, confiding, "I'm about to make a scene here."

"No. Don't," she said quickly. "I get off of work in about half an hour. If you're still here then, we'll discuss it" Believe me, I wasn't going anywhere.

A little while later, she walked up, and sat on the stool beside me. "Look, about before," I told her, "I'm an only child and used to getting my way."

"Really?"

"Actually I have four brothers and sisters and a compulsive need to lie." 

She got up, shaking her head and began to walk away. About halfway across the room, she stopped and turned, smiling wryly. "You coming or what?" She didn't have to ask me twice.

As we walked to her apartment, she looked over at me studying my face.

"How old are you anyway?"

I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet, flipped it open, and handed it to her.

"Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

"First time?"

"No way!"

"Just checking"

As soon as we got through the door I was all over her, pinning her against the wall, groping and kissing her roughly, looking to prove what a stud I was. She pushed me away angrily.

"Listen here," she said, her words slow and very controlled, "This is my apartment and when I'm in it, I expect some respect. I put up with enough of this crap at work. I am not one of your cheer leader conquests and I will not be pawed at like a piece of meat!"

I backed off immediately, hanging my head. Boy had I blown it.

"I'm sorry, Sheila."

"Terrence..." 

My head snapped back up. Nobody called me Terrence...she must have read it off of my drivers license...it was Terry, but I sure loved the way it sounded coming from her lips.

"Look, you just pushed the wrong buttons." 

She sat on the couch, closing her eyes, pulling her fingers through the front of her hair. When she finally spoke, her tone was much more gentle.

"Come" she said patting the cushion next to her. "Lets play nice, OK?" 

As I settled down, she drew her legs up, nuzzling into me and running her nails lightly down my biceps. Gently, she wrapped one hand behind my neck and drew me to her, kissing me softly. Her lips were incredibly soft and warm, her mouth opened ever so slightly. I was quick to thrust my tongue into the opening. Her own tongue met mine, but not to do battle. It slid seductively, probing gently forward, then retreating in an intoxicating dance. We slid over and past each other with her controlling the pace. It was slow and wet and hot.

I moved to touch her breast, then pulled my hand back suddenly, remembering her earlier reaction. She pulled back and smiled gently, taking my hand in her own and pressing it to her chest.

Resuming her wonderful kissing, she moved my hand in a small circular pattern. I could feel her nipple hardening beneath my palm. She sighed. I moaned. My cock was pressing almost painfully against the material of my pants. 

Again she pulled back, but only to begin undoing the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers were quick and light. She planted tiny kisses on my chest with each new inch of flesh she uncovered. Easing my shirt off my shoulders, she explored my newly bared chest with her long fingernails. With my arms still encased in my shirt, I felt bound, totally out of control. Always before I had been the aggressor; ripping and pawing, taking what I wanted with little regard for anything but my own pleasure. This slow, sensual approach was wonderfully new, the helpless feeling was intoxicating and arousing. My head was swimming so that each little move she made caught me by surprise—and what wonderful surprises she had in store!

She was undoing my belt. This was heaven! At her urging we stood. A brief embrace and my shirt fell away. Her hands reached around, slipping into my jeans, kneading the cheeks of my ass. My pants and underwear fell into a heap at my feet. I followed her lead, slipping my own hands into her waistband and easing her skirt down. Rubbing her hips and tummy, I slowly worked my way upwards, undoing the buttons on her blouse. She leaned against me for a moment, her soft skin radiating the heat of her body at me, then took my hand and led me to the bedroom. 

Sinking to the bed, I watched as she shrugged out of her shirt, stepped out of her panties and reached around her back, freeing her breasts. My cock jumped. I was so hard I was afraid that if I even touched myself, I shoot my load all over the bed.

She lay next to me. I rolled on top of her, pinning her down and growling, "Oh, GOD, I want to Fuck you."

She shook her head, and pushed me back, rolling so that she was on top. 

"Like this..." she said, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "I want you Terence. I want you so much it aches." Her hot breath caressed my ear, her words making my mind reel with desire.

She sat straddling my stomach. "I want this to be good Terence, so I'm not going to stop every 2 minutes to direct you. First of all I'm going to give you this, but in the future, it's your responsibility." She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. 

"Now this all tends to come pretty natural and I'm sure you'll catch on right away: If I push on your chest, then you slow down, or if I pull on your back, I want it faster...deeper. If I do something to pleasure you, I generally expect you to reciprocate; and if I do something to pleasure myself, feel free to take over. Got it?"

I nodded, dumbfounded. I wasn't sure I had it, but I was sure as hell willing to try.

"Great." she smiled broadly. "No more lectures, then." she said, taking the condom from me. "Let me do this."

Sheila turned and placed the rubber on the tip of my cock, easing her bottom back so that her knees were beside my ears. She slowly, gloriously sucked her way down my stiff shaft, unrolling the rubber as she went. She paused as her lips reached the base, making sure I didn't get too excited, then wiggled her shapely ass in my face. I took the hint, though I'd never eaten pussy before.

Tentatively, I parted her slit with the tip of my tongue. She moaned and pushed back towards me. Encouraged, I probed deeper. The taste was salty and tangy and exotically delicious. She jerked each time I touched her little love button, so I began slowly, mercilessly circling around it. Sheila began bucking and moaning, sucking my cock in long strokes.

All too soon, she eased off and flipped around, crooning in my ear: "We'd better ease off, Lover, neither one of us is gonna make it much longer," I didn't care. Still I was a willing student, very eager to please my teacher. I kissed her gently, stroking her hair and holding her close. Nibbling on her earlobe, I struggled to find the right words. "I need you, Sheila. You're a beautiful, wonderful woman and if I don't have you right now, I think I'm going to die." 

She closed her eyes, drawing in her bottom lip and biting it gently. Straddling me once again, she placed my hands on her hips, holding them there with her own. Slowly she eased herself down, rubbing my swollen cockhead up and down her crease, then finding just the right angle and steadily moving down. 

It was an incredible feeling. I had no control. I just lay there whimpering as her hot, velvety walls enclosed my aching cock, squeezing and milking it. When she finally hit bottom, she sat very still: the point of her tongue tracing her lips slowly, her eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being crammed full.

I couldn't take it any longer. I began bucking my hips up towards her in sharp, short thrusts. She leaned forward, palms braced on my chest. I managed to ease off, once again relinquishing control to her. 

She lifted herself up slowly and steadily then eased back down, grinding her hips into mine on the bottom stroke. Her fingers were tweaking and teasing my nipples. They stiffened and swelled, becoming extremely sensitive. No one had ever done this to me before and it felt so damn good! Her pace quickened. She was riding me in earnest now. I reached up to play with her tits, thumbs circling her hardening peaks. She moaned, "Yes...Yes Terence, that's nice. Oh, Baby you're so good!"

I was gasping for breath now, trying desperately to hold back the tidal wave that was rising within me. I began grabbing at her breasts...at her hips...at the sheets. 

Whipping my head from side to side, I felt the sensation grow stronger still. I gritted my teeth. I couldn't speak...couldn't think. My hands spanned her belly, both thumbs dipping down to rub her slippery clit on an upstroke. She came crashing down, wailing in ecstasy, her muscles taught and shaking. I joined her, arching up off the bed, spewing hot cum, mindlessly roaring. I became Terence from that day on. Terry was the boy I'd left behind. Sheila had taught me what real sex was all about and I have held a special place in my heart for her ever since. My wife will brag from time to time about what a wonderful lover I am. I wonder if I should tell her she owes Sheila a Thank-you.



A Learning Experience



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

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From as far back as I could remember, both my mom and dad worked. Dad had a fairly typical daytime job, although his hours were long and unpredictable. Mom worked a swing-shift job at a major manufacturing plant, meaning that she started work in mid-afternoon and didn't get off work until the early morning hours. It all combined so that I didn't see them very much on weekdays.

In my early school years, they always arranged for me to spend the afternoons at a babysitter's house, usually a mother of a classmate who was within walking distance of the school. Every couple of years, the babysitter changed as people came and went but the routine was basically the same.

Once I got into junior high, things changed somewhat. My father's only brother, Uncle Mark, was several years older than my dad but had never married until that summer before my last year in junior high school. He married a woman who seemed to be more than 20 years younger than he was and they moved from across town to a new house just a few blocks from ours.

As with all new construction, there were lots of remnants of the building process left around the site. In those days, the custom was that the contractor just left the grounds as is when the house was completed and the buyer was responsible for cleaning it up and doing any landscaping he wanted. No sod was laid ... rather most buyers bought grass seed and raised their own grass. St. Augustine or Bermuda grasses were the most popular in the hot, arid area of the southwest.

Since Uncle Mark owned his own business and spent hours with customers all around the state, he was not home often enough to do the clean-up himself and surely didn't want to spent his weekends doing it! He talked to my parents and then to me and we struck a deal where I would ride the bus to and from school, getting off near their place. I would first take care of any homework, then spend whatever hours I could in their yard cleaning up. When I got it in reasonable shape, he would have some topsoil delivered for me to spread and seed for me to sow. Watering would also be my responsibility; this was before the days of automatic sprinkler systems.

It turned out to be a chore and I earned my money! Thank goodness I was good in school and seldom had much homework to do - usually I finished it before I left school each day. Picking up hundreds and hundreds of pieces of lumber, getting them into aluminum cans for trash pickup, adding untold lumps of concrete overrun to a rock garden in the back, dealing with unwieldy strapping material that had been discarded from bundles of roofing, and all the other bits and pieces left behind was a major chore. I think some of the things I found and picked up must have been left over from prior uses - like maybe the lot had been used as a dumping ground at one time - but I cleaned them all up regardless of their origin.

Aunt Elizabeth - Beth, as she urged me to call her when we were by ourselves - checked on me frequently and often brought me ice water or lemonade to drink. She would stand around telling me how good a job I was doing while I blushed and drank whatever she had brought. I was rather tongue-tied in her presence because she was so much prettier than my other aunts, the four on my mother's side. They were all older but Beth almost seemed like my age. Actually I found out much later than she was just 13 years older than my own 14 years. At the same time, I found out that the real difference in Mark's and her ages was 27 years!

I had always found it awkward to talk with women that I thought were pretty, whether they were 5 years younger than me or 50 years older. I didn't have the same problem with a plain looking female so it had to be their beauty. Beth was the most beautiful woman I knew, including my limited experience with movie stars - I didn't have money to see many movies so I didn't have many to compare but it wouldn't have mattered. 

Beth was beautiful. And when her stomach began to round out with the growth of a new baby, I thought she was excruiatingly sexy. I began to have to find ways to hide my unwanted reaction every time I saw her - my cock would grow hard and push the front of my pants out and I knew she'd be able to see it, which would have embarrassed me beyond belief. So I had to consciously try to think about other things.

Eventually I got the whole lot cleaned up and Uncle Mark had the topsoil delivered. Two big loads in the front yard, three in the back. Using a wheelbarrow and shovel, I began distributing the huge piles into smaller piles, then used a heavy rake to spread the smaller piles over the old rough ground. It was backbreaking work and by the time I was finished, I felt like I had developed enough muscles I could have taken on the school bully and made him eat crow. Only I didn't even know of a school bully!

Sewing the grass seed was a breeze. I had no problems carrying around the twenty pound bags and broadcasting the seeds until the ground was fairly well covered. That took less than one afternoon and I started watering the same day. At first I had to use three hoses screwed together with a nozzle on one to cover the whole yard but, after three days, Uncle Mark came home with a new sprinkler. Then all I had to do was set it up, keep up with the time and move it until the whole yard had been soaked.

Even though most of the outside work was finished, my parents and Uncle Mark wanted me to keep to the same routine. I always stayed at their house until just before sundown or shortly thereafter, when my dad would drive by on his way home from work. He'd honk and I'd grab my books and run to get a ride home.

Instead of working outside, Uncle Mark asked me to let Aunt Elizabeth assign me chores to be done when I wasn't moving the sprinkler or mowing the grass. As she grew larger, it became more and more difficult for her to do things so I did some things around the house for her and he kept me with a steady income of spending money. It wasn't great but, for a kid with nothing, it was fantastic!

With the school year finished and summer starting, dad would drop me off at their house early every morning and I would usually start out by making sure everything on their lawn was ship-shape. Sometimes there would be trash to pick up and every week I would pull out the old rotary mower and cut the grass - ugh! That was an all morning chore. Other days Beth would have a list of things to do or I would go around the house looking for things that needed repairs. I turned into a reasonably good handyman if I do say so myself.

I began to do some of the easier loads of laundry. They had a set of the latest washing and drying machines for clothes so the work was mostly carrying the clothes up and down the basement steps and folding them when they were dry. That wasn't bad. Some days I would run the Hoover vacuum over the carpets, doing either the downstairs or upstairs but never all of it in the same day so it wasn't a huge chore.

I found myself often staring at Beth when I thought she wasn't looking. That beautiful round belly made her seem so sexy I couldn't believe it. And I swear her boobs grew right before my eyes. They just seemed to expand like a balloon taking on more air. Oh, how I craved to nuzzle my head between those two big pillows and just listen to her heartbeat ... so something.

One day as I was moving the vacuum from one room to another on the second floor, i spotted her bedroom door open and turned to look. There she was in the dressing area, obviously fresh out of the shower because she was bent over drying herself. I couldn't help but stare. What a woman! Her heart-shaped bottom was magnificent. And her breasts, hanging and swinging as she dried her legs, were out of this world. I had never seen anything so luscious.

It must not have been more than a few seconds before she straightened up and spotted me in the big mirror. She took time to carefully wrap the towel around herself before she turned and walked sensuously toward the door. She smiled at me and closed the door without a word. I went on with my work, feeling like I had betrayed my aunt ... but reliving those seconds over and over and over in my fertile mind.

About seven weeks after the new school year started, I dropped off the bus one afternoon and went to the house only to find it locked up and nobody answered the door. There was a note on the back door that Uncle Mark had taken Aunt Elizabeth to the hospital and I should go on home until further notice. The next afternoon I found out that she had given birth to a baby boy after more than 13 hours in labor. They named him Jackson Theodore.

It was five days before Uncle Mark proudly brought his wife and baby son home. He was tickled pink and I guess Beth was too. I got to see them that night for the first time and Beth seemed to beam with joy at her little bundle of life. To me he just looked like a wrinkled baby but dad and Uncle Mark and Aunt Elizabeth all talked about how the baby had this person's eyes and that person's chin, ad infinitum.

I resumed my chores the next day after school, only this time, they included doing more items for Beth, who was supposed to spend several days taking it easy, mostly in bed. As a result, I was in and out of their bedroom several times every afternoon. And no less than one chore came up every afternoon right in the midst of the baby's feeding. 

That didn't seem to bother Beth. She sat propped in bed on several pillows holding the baby to her breast. She sometimes invited me to sit on the edge of the bed while she went over chores that I needed to do that day. I could not help but stare at them, especially since she seemed much more comfortable taking her gown down and uncovering both of her big tits, rather than trying to keep on covered - that way her gown didn't get in the baby's way, she said. Whenever she caught me staring at her, she just smiled and then turned back to her son.

With more laundry to do than ever, I found myself in the basement almost every day, and glad of it. I could leave the bedroom, bound down the stairs, and then get the laundry started without her ever knowing that I was covering up my thoughts about her. When Beth did need to get up for any reason, she would call me. I would go up and help her out of bed and provide an arm for her to lean on while she moved about the house until she was ready to go back to her bed. By then, having her tits rubbing constantly against my arm had my cock rock hard and I would make another trip downstairs as quickly as I could get away.

Days turned into weeks, which turned into months and years. I continued my work for my uncle, spending as much time at their house as I did at my own. During that winter, Uncle Mark had to spend some time in the hospital for an illness I didn't know much about, although I knew it was some form of cancer. Beth told me it was related to his long time smoking habit. While he was in the hospital, I spent as much time as I could babysitting so Beth could be with Uncle Mark.

Early in my senior year, Beth became pregnant again. Although that meant that my chores changed again so that I became their primary babysitter, that wasn't a problem with me. I really loved my little cousin and we got along well, even with our age difference. I still did some of the laundry and yard work but taking care of Samuel was my number one responsibility.

Even though he was a little over two years old, Beth still nursed him and in fact, told me that she had every intention of letting him nurse until he was ready to go to pre-school. She felt that it was good for him and they did seem to have an extremely strong bond. Of course it didn't hurt my feeling to take Sam in to his mother and watch her bare her breasts as he climbed into her lap. I think she knew what it did to me to watch her luscious breasts but she just gave me the sweetest smile and turned back to her son.

Knowing very little about the functioning of the female body, I wondered if she would stop producing milk during her pregnancy. Actually although her body seemed to undergo some changes and she complained for a time of being ultra-sensitive, she did not stop lactating. Sam had to settle for a bottle of formula at meal times when Beth was in the hospital that spring, giving birth to her baby daughter Della (yes, Beth was a fan of the early Perry Mason books and TV shows and named her daughter for Della Street). However Beth was home with Della in three days and feeding both of her offspring that evening while I watched. Then I bounded down to the basement to keep from embarrassing myself.

Five weeks later, just two days after my eighteenth birthday, I got another shock. Having just cleaned the kids' rooms, I was putting away the vacuum cleaner when I spotted the master bedroom door partially closed. Peeking in, I was startled to see Beth sitting naked on her dressing counter, one leg dangling while the other foot was properly flat on the marble counter top. Her crotch was coated in white shave cream and she was very carefully scraping the hair from her abdomen. As I watched, she finished that part, then, placing her fingers in the petals of her pussy to stretch the skin, she shaved up the sides of her opening. She kept twisting and turning to get every hair and when she was finished, she carefully washed herself off, ran her fingers over the smooth skin and smiled with satisfaction.

Without moving her raised leg, Beth looked up and caught me staring at her. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

My mouth opened but I was unable to make a sound. I nodded my agreement.

"Theodore!" she spoke sharply. I figured I was in trouble because she never called me by my real name; she always called me Ted or Teddy. "Do you like it?"

"Yes!"

"Then say what you like and mean what you say."

"I love it!"

"Have you ever seen one up close?"

"No."

"Come here then."

I put the machine on the hall floor and advanced into her room. The closer I got, the more apprehensive I became, sure that at some time, this wonderful dream would end, my bubble would burst and something bad would happen.

But it didn't. I stopped within two feet of her, my eyes glued to that mysterious place between her legs.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes!" I spoke with feeling.

"Get down there where you can see it up close."

I knelt down, but then spotting her little dressing stool, I pulled it out and sat between her legs. My eyes were level with her treasure and I wondered at this most unusual sight before me. Out of a split that disappeared in the direction of her butt, there were two of the strangest, laciest, curviest ridges of flesh I'd ever seen. They looked so soft, I wanted to reach out and touch her but I dared not.

Beth had both of her hands flat against the inside of her thighs and gently pulled each leg toward the opposite direction. The little strips of flesh spread apart, revealing a bright pink, wet looking area with an opening in the upper portion. I sniffed and loved the strange fragrance. It was beyond my description but I knew I loved it.

I looked up at her and her smile broadened. Her voice just barely a whisper, she asked, "Would you like to lick it?"

I croaked, "Yes!"

"Then come on, Teddy. Just be careful."

I leaned toward her, tentatively sticking my tongue out toward her. When the tip reached her flesh, I licked down to the opening and ran the tip around the little cavity. Clear fluid seemed to cover every part of her and I rolled it up my tongue to my taste buds ... it defied classification but, once again, I knew I loved it.

When I backed away just a bit, so that only my tongue was making contact with her outer surface, I noticed a bit of a bump at the confluence of those two lacy ridges and curiosity got the best of me. I let my tongue tickle the side of the bump and heard Beth suck in her breath. I glanced up to see if I'd done anything wrong but her eyes were closed and she didn't seem to be in pain so I continued.

I wasn't sure what to do but the little button was hard, like a bit of rubber. I circled my tongue around it, then closed my lips around it and sucked the whole thing into my mouth. Beth gasped and her hand clasped the back of my head, pulling me toward her. My hands found the sides of her bottom and I was amazed at the soft smoothness of her flesh. I kept sucking as if her button was a nipple and my mind thought flashed thoughts of what it would be like to suck milk out of her beautiful big tits.

I was conscious of her breathing becoming faster and faster. She moaned unintelligible things and I would have leaned back to look at her to see if I was doing something wrong but she had both hands locked behind my head holding me tightly to her, so I kept licking and sucking. My hands roved over the curve of her bottom and up her back, only to come back down and start all over again.

Then the tenor of her voice changed and she suddenly screamed, "I'm cumming! Don't stop!" Not that I had any inclination to stop. I felt a warm wetness trickling down my chest and glanced downward but I couldn't move far enough to see myself so I kept sucking and licking. Her hands guided my lower so I let go of the little button and moved down to where she guided me. Over her opening again, I found a little flow of hot lava that tasted so good. Eagerly I lapped it up.

Somewhere along the way, she slumped backward against the mirror. After a bit of a struggle, her dangling leg was lifted to my right shoulder. She rested for a few moments and then moved her other leg so that it was cocked over my left shoulder, her ankles locked behind my head. Only then did her hands slowly let go of my head. It suddenly dawned on me that I was pleasing my aunt! She had, in fact, just opened her legs so that I could reach even deeper into her than before, while still holding me close to prevent my retreat. That meant that she wanted more.

I sucked and slurped until all the fresh liquid seemed to be gone. After that I alternated licking all up and down between the two sweet fluffy ridges of flesh, sometimes tickling the little bump but spending more time exploring the opening and wishing I could reach further into her. Beth didn't seem to mind whatever I did so I kept at it. After a few minutes, her legs jerked my head towards her pussy hard and she began really stiff as she gritted her teeth and hissed, "I'm cummming, baby. Keeeeeep sucking..." And another miracle happened! There was another stream of that delicious liquid flowing out of her opening.

While I greedily searched for every drop with my tongue, my hands roved all over her body. Unconsciously they found their way to her tits and circled those heavy globes. I halfway expected her to object but it didn't happen. In a moment of lucidity, I noticed the litte ridge that ran across her crease below the opening to her pussy and I ran my tongue over that ridge. Somewhere in my mind I knew I was treading on dangerous territory but for some reason it just didn't matter.

I licked all around the new valley but found it similar to a funnel ... everything that went into the valley eventually went to the center. That's where my tongue wound up ... tapping on her ass hole. The instant it did, she jerked and gulped in her breath. But then she relaxed and I went on with my exploration.

The little puckers that led to her core opening all had to be explored, line by line. Then I went back to the center and pushed the tip of my tongue and was surprised when it actually slipped inside of her opening. It didn't go far but it was enough that once again, Beth gasped and held her breathe for several long seconds. My fingers got carried away on her precious boobs and I felt warm liquid oozing over my hands. She didn't seem to notice or at least she didn't comment.




A Learning Experience



Since there wasn't really anything to explore like around her pussy, I kept plunging my tongue into her anus, retreating and doing it over again. It probably didn't go more than a half inch or so but I liked the way it felt and with my fingers rubbing her tits, my cock felt like ti was going to burst. Instead, after a few minutes, Beth was the one to burst, pouring another stream of sweet clear liquid from wherever that mysterious juice came out of her pussy. I abandoned her anus to suck up the juices again.

When I had her cleaned up again, I resumed my attentions to her anus but she tugged me up until I abandoned my efforts.

"That's enough, Teddy," she said. "I can't stand any more of that right now. Help me down."

Standing, I put both hands under her arms and helped ease her to the floor. She promptly wrapped her arms around my neck and planted the first sensuous kiss on my lips. I eagerly responded, perhaps too eagerly, but she tolerated me for a while.

Finally she took my hand and said, "Come with me, Teddy."

She led me into the main part of the bedroom, where she sat on the king-sized bed and pulled me around to stand before her. Her delicate fingers began unbuttoning my shirt while her dark brown eyes formed pools that I lost my soul in. I was barely aware when, my shirt discarded, her hands opened my belt and unzipped my pants. I knew when she pushed them and my briefs to the floor because I was wondering if my manhood would be enough for her.

I was reassured when her hands closed around my shaft and she murmured, "Mmm, yes, baby." 

I was so afraid that I would shoot off my load then and I wanted the feeling of her holding me to last forever. When her hands left me, I was so disappointed. She moved over into the middle of the bed, propped up by a couple of pillows, and pulled her knees way back to her side, leaving her pussy open. Not until she beckoned did I know for sure what she was expecting but I got the idea quickly.

I climbed onto the bed and walked on my knees until I was just below her bottom. My cock was poking around looking for a place to hide and found it when her hand guided me into her hot pussy. I couldn't believe the heat that I felt coming from her but I loved it. Her slick juices coated my shaft and let me slide into her without much effort. I was a little surprised that her hand stayed between us, holding my scrotum. Her little fingers massaging my balls felt wonderful, like nothing I had ever known before. Unfortunately it also triggered my inflamed libido to the point of no return and I was inside her for probably less than a minute before my sperm was shooting into her.

I nearly fell apart. I was so ashamed of being trigger-happy. I hung my head and felt my cock start to deflate. I had let Beth down. I felt so low.

But Beth slid her other hand between us and went to work on my balls with both hands. Oh, man, did that feel good. She said, "Shh, baby. Don't worry about it. The first time is always too quick but I'll bet you can do it again and you'll last longer. Let's give it a try."

Her fingers were like magic, making the most wonderful feelings shoot through my body. She puckered her lips in a kissing motion and, when I bent over, she raised her head and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. My cock, which had partially deflated, began to grow stiff again. With a couple of minutes of kissing and fondling, I was hard again and ready to do her bidding.

"Just start off slow and easy, sugar," Beth instructed. "For now, that is the most satisfying thing. Later we'll see what happens."

I could only nod as I eased back some and then slid slowly back into her until we were mashed together. Only with some practice did I learn that I could pull almost all the way out of her and then travel all the way back in without being too concerned about completely pulling out. It was a real learning experience and Beth encouraged me. She kept me moving slowly, told me to rock from side to side when we were pressed together, and frequently told me that I felt good inside of her. She kissed me greedily with a tongue that swabbed every part of the inside of my mouth.

After some time - I really had no concept of the passage of time because I was completely lost in the magnificence of feelings between us - she hugged me tightly to her with arms and legs, hissed that she was cumming again, and went wild, threshing her head from side to side. She held me so tightly with her legs that I couldn't move until she began to relax. 

Even then, she held me down and said, "Suck my tits, Teddy. You know you've always wanted to and I want you to."

I curled my body around a bit while she lifted a heavy milk-filled globe in each hand and I latched onto one of the erect nipples. Almost immediately I felt and tasted the warm sweet milk on my tongue. It was a taste to love. I sucked for several minutes, lost in the reverie of a wonderful time, until she nudged me and urged me to change tits. I repeated the same thing on the other side and by the time I'd been at it a bit, Beth pulled me to her lips for a long spit-swapping kiss before she let me start moving in her pussy again.

Her pussy was so wet and so slick that the feelings had changed quite dramatically. From being a fairly tight fit before, it was not a velvety glove that just softly gripped my shaft as it move in and out, still maintain my slow pace. Remembering her instructions, I wiggled my bottom every time we came back together. We kissed frequently and I found myself kissing and licking her neck and ears and the side of her face just for the sheer joy of being so close to her. She didn't seem to mind and I loved the faint but heady fragrance of her sweet perfume, a smell that reminded me of orchids in all their splendor.

But the headiest part came when, after several minutes of wonderfully sweet fucking, she tensed all over again, hissed something I couldn't understand and shook uncontrollably for several seconds. I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock and was sure that she had climaxed again. 

When she relaxed again, she said, "Oh, baby, I needed that. You're making me feel so good!"

I started to pump her pussy again but she waved me away. Disappointed, I backed off and sat on my haunches, wondering if it was over.

But I shouldn't have worried. Beth turned over and, on hands and knees, worked her way back to the center of the bed, right in front of me. Her beautiful round ass was right before me, her legs spread outside of my own. While I watched, she lowered her face until it was on the bed, leaving her ass sticking up inches away. 

"Come on, honey," she urged.

I came back up on my knees and only then realized that I was going to be able to enter her pussy from behind. In fact her hand met my cock between her legs and guided the throbbing purple head into her slick crevasse and I was soon pressed deeper than before into her marvelous warmth. I started to pump her again, slowly as before.

A few moments later, Beth spoke over her shoulder, "Now it's time to go faster and harder, honey. You won't hurt me. Just ram that big thing into me."

That was all the encouragement I needed. With my hands holding her lush hips for leaverage, I began pounding myself into her. I immediately knew that I loved this position - the feeling of my crotch mashing her buttocks into my form was exquisitely blissful. The fact that her fingertips lightly raked my shaft and touched my balls momentarily with each thrust only added to my overall delight.

The only bad thing about it - if you could call it bad - was that it didn't last a long time. In just a few minutes, I got that strange vacuous feeling down between my balls and my prostate and before I knew it, my sperm was shooting into my so-very-sexy aunt. With one last thrust, I rammed as far into her as I could and pulled hard on her hips to hold us together while my balls fired shot after shot of cum.

I stayed glued to her bottom for as long as I could and then rued the time when my flaccid cock plopped out of her. Carefully, with all my muscles quivering in the aftermath, I maneuvered until I could lay down beside her. Beth stretched out and turned to face me. Whether by design or accident, her tits were at my face again and when she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her breasts, I had absolutely no complaints. I made a few half-hearted attempts to suck her tits again, managing to dribble her milk all over my face but I was too exhausted to do anything. What a wonderful feeling!

After a bit, she scooted down and we kissed for a while, until she pulled back and asked, "Did you like it?"

"No," I replied.

She looked hurt. "No?"

"No, I didn't like it. I LOVED it!"

She giggled and hugged me. "Me, too, sugar."

We kissed again for several minutes, while our heart rates finally slowed and our breathing returned to something like normal. I caught her glancing over my shoulder to the clock sitting on a dresser.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

"Now?" I asked, incredulous.

"No, silly," she giggled again. "Sometime soon."

"Oh. Yes, definitely."

"Okay, then listen to me. You must not tell anyone about this. Do you understand? No one!"

"Yes, that will not be a problem."

"Okay. We'll find times when we can be together. Just don't be too eager, all right?"

I nodded.

"Come on," she said. "The babies will be awake soon. Get dressed."

I was disappointed that it was a little over a week before it happened again. But when she beckoned me, I forgot all about the disappointment. Once again she got me off in a hurry, then cuddled with me and fondled my balls and penis until I was hard again. We tried a couple of new positions, both of which felt magnificent. Then she turned over again and we fucked doggy style until she came for a third time and I emptied my second load into her. 

Although I had always been interested in girls in school, I began to compare them to my Aunt Elizabeth and none of them matched up. None of them had her exquisitely curved Coke bottle figure. Some had large tits but no bottom; some had a big bottom but little tits. Some had both but a real bitchy attitude. None compared favorably to Beth. I just seemed to lose interest.

I was happy that, after our second encounter, they began to come more frequently. The third one was just four days later, the fourth three days after that. Then in late summer as I was making preparations to enroll in a local college, disaster struck.

Uncle Mark wound up back in the hospital. I knew he had not been feeling well - I could see it on his face, which until then had always had a ready smile. Now his face showed constant pain. I spent most of my time babysitting while Beth sat with Uncle Mark but after four days, Beth came in one afternoon early and said that Mark wanted to talk with me. She had arranged for my sister to stay with the babies while Beth drove me to the hospital.

When we arrived, Beth pulled a chair just outside the closed door and let me go in alone. I couldn't believe how emaciated my uncle looked. His voice was low and raspy and it was a chore for him to talk. He motioned for me to come to his bedside and lean over the safety railing so he could talk. He grasped my hand and held it tightly.

"Ted, I've always loved you like a son." he said.

My heart sank. He knew that I had betrayed him with his wife and now would come the recriminations.

"In fact, since I didn't marry until late in life, I always treated you and your sister like my own."

I nodded. He really had.

"I have never - never regretted it, son. Never. Understand?"

I cocked my head sideways and gave him a quizzical look.

"After I got sick last winter, I couldn't take care of Beth like a man should. I knew she loved you very much and I could see you were devoted to her too. That is why ..." he had to pause to cough, "... this spring I gave her permission to ... take you to our bed."

The enormity of that statement shocked me. He knew! And approved!

"You're ages were so much ... closer than ours it seemed ... right."

His breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. I nodded.

"Son, I would ... be eternally ... grateful if you ... would take care ... of my Beth ... and my kids. Our ... kids."

Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I know - a man is not supposed to cry but I'm not made that way!

"I've set up ... scholarship fund ... for you. Get your ... education. My partner will hold ... my half of the ... business for four ... years. If you want it, ... it is yours. If not, he'll ... sell it for Beth."

I bent down and awkwardly hugged him, then whispered, "I love her, Uncle Mark. I promise I'll take care of her and the little ones, too!"

He squeezed my hand again, a rather feeble attempt but I felt it. "Ask Beth ... to come ... back in," he rasped.

When I told Beth that Mark wanted to see her, she hugged me and then stepped inside. I sat in the chair contemplating what had just occurred. It was obvious that Uncle Mark knew he was not going to recover and in fact had known that the end was near. He had planned for his family, not only financially but emotionally as well.

I had been out of the room maybe a half hour when a buzzing started and a nurse came hustling from the nurses station. I followed her inside and held a crying Beth while the nurse turned off the monitors as a doctor filled out a death certificate form.

The next few weeks was a whirlwind of activity. Following the funeral, my college classes started while I gradually, box by box, moved my belongings into the house with my aunt and her little ones. Beth had me move into an empty bedroom that had never been used before except for a bit of storage. On the third night, she climbed into my bed after I had lain in the dark for several minutes. She didn't want sex - she just wanted to be held.

That's all that happened between us for weeks. She would come to me after I had retired, just wanting to be held while she cried. Slowly the tears began to dry up and as they did, things changed between us. She became more loving, more sexual. She would wiggle her butt against my crotch or lightly brush her fingers over my cock.

Then one night, she grabbed my erection, maneuvered my shorts until my cock and balls were exposed and climbed on top of me. It felt fantastic when she pointed my cock at her middle and lowered herself until her pussy surrounded my penis. For the next several minutes, she lay on my chest kissing me while her pussy flexed around me, sending little electric shivers radiating through my body.

Eventually she pushed herself upright, leaving her hands on my ribcage for support, and began to rock from side to side. She changed that to a forward and back rock, then switched to making little circles with her ass. All the time, I felt my spear roving around inside her exploring every part of her hot pussy. 

After an altogether delicious time, Beth slid her hands up to my shoulders, leaving her in a position that resembled a jockey sitting on a thoroughbred. She started off as if she were riding a jogging horse, just making little movements up and down my cock, probably not travelling more than an inch or two. As if she was putting that horse through its paces, she gradually picked up the pact to a canter, a trot, a gallop, and finally an all-out race for the finish line. 

Each time she changed pace, her pussy travelled a longer distance on my shaft until she was nearly coming off it each stroke but she was moving with the speed of light. I could hold it no longer and shot my load of cum high into her vagina. Something triggered her climax at about the same time and she clamped onto me, shivered all over and whimpered something about cumming hard as her fingernails cut into the skin of my upper arms.

Later, after we'd spent we screwed ourselves silly with fuck after fuck that night, as if trying to make up for lost time. We slept a bit, woke and fucked, only to fall back to sleep and do it all over again. When I got up in the morning, my ass was dragging but I wouldn't have traded that experience for anything in the world. And I sure wasn't about to let Beth see how much the night took out of me! I showered and put on my best face before breakfast and then heading off to classes.

When I came home that night, Beth had moved my things into the master bedroom, into the space that Uncle Mark had previously used. I found out later that she had gone through his things and boxed them up, planning to have the Salvation Army pick them up but unable as yet to part with them, so they were in the basement for temporary storage.

That was the beginning of a long intense sexual relationship between us. Most weeks we screwed five or six nights, taking off just an occasional night to kiss and cuddle and sleep. The major exception to that rule was the five nights during her period and even then, she insisted on giving me a blow job ... she said she liked the feeling of control she had over me when I lost it in her mouth.

The Thursday night of the fourth week after I moved to the master bedroom, I asked Beth to marry me. She was so pleased she really plastered herself to me and covered me with kisses. 

Then she said, "No, honey. It's just too soon to know if that's the right thing to do. If you'll just live with me, say a year, then if you want to ask me again, I'll give you my answer."

So life continued fairly much unchanged through the coming days, weeks and months. Uncle Mark had set things up so that Beth was financially doing well enough to stay home with the kids and still keep up the house. The scholarship fund paid for my schooling, including books and enough spending money for lunches and transportation so I could concentrate on my studies.

Two months after I started my sophomore year, I asked Beth again if she would marry me. This time she said yes and we were married in a small private ceremony on January 2nd. That next August, she stopped taking her birth control pills and by January, her doctor confirmed that she was pregnant. In July, she delivered a beautiful baby girl.

In October just before we celebrated our third anniversary in January, I came home from classes on the afternoon of my birthday to a surprising situation. There were no kids around. Beth was waiting for me at the door and welcomed me with a big wet kiss.

She said, "I thought we would do a little celebrating tonight, honey. Your sister has agreed to keep the kids tonight. Come with me."

She led me into the den where there was a very pretty young woman. Beth said, "Sarah, this is Ted. Ted, this is Sarah. She is my birthday present to you tonight."

I looked at her questioningly, not understanding what she meant.

Beth laughed softly, "Baby, I wanted you to have a great night tonight. Sarah is going to share our bed tonight and you are free to do anything and everything you want to with her."

I turned my attention to Beth. "But, honey, I'm very, very happy with you. I don't need anyone else."

"Oh, baby, I know that and I love you for it. But I want you to experience a little more of life than just me and I know you've never tried any other women. I'm not worried that you will leave me. I just want you to try it and enjoy yourself."

While Beth had been talking, Sarah had been rubbing herself against my side and gently dragging her fingertips up the front of my pants until my cock was as hard as a rock. Beth smiled at me and, taking my hand, led me to our bedroom. There Beth and Sarah began removing my clothes.

I caught Beth's glance and said, "Honey, we don't need to do this. I'm very happy just being with you."

"I know, sugar," she replied. "But I want to do this for you so please, just relax and enjoy it."

That was hard to turn down ... and I didn't. Naked as a jay, I climbed onto the bed while my wife and her friend stripped and climbed in after me. I thought it was interesting that Sarah's body type was almost identical to Beth's - big round bottom, narrow waist, big heavy boobs, nice tapered legs, long blonde hair instead of Beth's shoulder length brunette hair. I wondered if Beth deliberately chose someone with the same kind of figure, knowing that it was my favorite.




A Learning Experience



While Beth knelt at my side and hovered over me, we kissed long and passionately. At the same time, Sarah licked along my legs and back, eventually stopping at my crotch where she licked my entire scrotum before sucking my balls into her mouth. For a long time, she lazily pushed them around with her tongue, an action that made my cock want to explode. When she eased my balls out of her mouth, she captured my cock, licked it up every side and then closed her lips around my throbbing purple head. Her head began to slowly bob up and down on my penis.

I thought that I would not last long with the kind of attention I was getting from both of these beauties. However Sarah stopped and got up on her knees, leaving my questing cock quivering in the cool air. Beth moved just a bit, still hovering over my face although this time her tits were at my mouth, conveniently located for sucking. Sarah straddled me and worked her way up until she sat back, engulfing my cock in her hot wet pussy.

Sarah rode me like she was giving a horse a workout putting it through its paces. She started off at a gentle walk, lifted up to a trot, dropped into a canter, then sped into a rolling gallop. And I loved every second of it. Feeling her velvety pussy around my throbbing hard cock was a glorious feeling. I don't know if she had cum by the time I shot my load into her but she was making some interesting facial expressions, as if she was enjoying the ride. It was a little difficult to keep my eye on her, looking around whichever of Beth's tits was in my mouth at the time.

It was fairly dark outside by then and Beth said that we should take a break for something to eat. Since the women didn't put on any clothes, I padded along behind them into the kitchen, tickled pink to watch two beautiful bottoms undulating before me.

Beth had already prepared some chef's salads for the three of us and all she had to do was pull them out of the fridge and remove the plastic wrap covering. Calling out our options in dressings, everyone chose a different one and applied their own. For the next half hour, we munched on the filling but not weighty food, talked, and sipped our iced teas.

We found out that Sarah was 29, a college graduation who worked at an attorney's office as a paralegal, had never been married, had not been in a serious relationship in over two years when she broke up with her latest boyfriend in a silly disagreement, and she loved the idea of being a birthday gift to a man. Beth explained to her quite a bit about our own situation and how she had come to marry a younger man.

We eventually wandered back to the bedroom, where Sarah offered herself to be used however I wished. She asked me to take control but in essence, she was doing some backseat driving. Although I started out in her saddle in the old missionary position, before long she had me lifting one leg and maneuvering it high and wide in different places so we could experience the different feelings that engendered. 

After we'd played with that for a while and tried just about every position we could think of, she rolled onto her side and I helped here lift her top leg to my shoulder while I straddled the other leg and I plowed on. A few minutes later, she pulled that top leg up double, holding it so that her knee massed her breast and I kept fucking. It wasn't long before she was flat on her stomach. That was the least satisfying position I'd tried because I got the least penetration although I sure did like banging my crotch into her tight ass in that situation.

After just a few minutes of that, she began pulling her knees up, keeping them spread wide. That was a position more to my liking because then I could penetrate her pussy deeply and pump her with longer strokes. I got a big surprise though when Beth knelt right beside me and slipped one hand between Sarah and me, cupping my balls and gently squeezing them, just the way I liked it. But the real surprise came when her other hand began exploring my backside, her fingers running along the crack of my ass and finally penetrating to touch my anus. That was a magnificent feeling but nothing compared to the way it felt when she pushed a finger inside me, forcing it in all the way until she was touching my prostate.

With my cock getting the royal treatment in Sarah's pussy, my balls being massaged by Beth's left hand and my prostate being stimulated by another finger, I was in ecstasy. I would have lived the rest of my life with those exquisite feelings if only I could. Alas, I was not man enough to control my emotions - or my libido. In just a few minutes - or was that seconds - I came like a fountain, shooting huge spurts of cum into Sarah's sweet pussy. For several sweet minutes, the three of us stayed in the same position, with all of our connections still in place. Only when my cock completely deflated and plopped out of Sarah's pussy did the rest of us move to lay down together.

For the next half hour, I laid in the middle of the bed with a sweet lady cuddle in the crook of each arm. I couldn't believe that Beth was so giving that she would let me fuck another woman, even in her presence. But she seemed genuinely happy that I was enjoying myself and when I had rested sufficiently, I extricated myself from the tangle of arms and legs, rolled my wife onto her back and buried my face in her twat. I spent a nearly an hour eating her pussy and licking and tongue-fucking her anus and when I quit, she had cum four times and was even happier.

Again the three of us cuddled for a while, talking softly with six hands of fingertips roving over exposed skin. Abruptly Beth pushed herself out of bed and padded off. I thought she was probably going to pee but she disappeared down the hallway.

With Sarah and I left to ourselves, she climbed on top of me and stretched out, squeezing her thighs around my latest erection and kissing my neck and face. I heard a bit of a clatter from the direction of the kitchen and in a few minutes, Beth returned with a serving tray full of bottles, jars and bowls.

"Okay, you two," she said. "It's time for desert. Teddy, get on the far side. Sarah, on your back in the middle."

When we had rearranged ourselves to her satisfaction, Beth opened a squirt bottle of chocolate syrup and, holding it high overhead, began squirting it all over Sarah's body. There was no pattern to it, except around her tits which Beth covered in ever increasing circles, starting with a big dollop on her nipples. When she had finished, there were strings of chocolate all over her body, down her legs and onto her feet, along her neck, on her cheeks and forehead, just about everywhere. She added strings of strawberry syrup to that and then a bit of caramel.

Beth put the bottle back and picked up a bowl with crushed pineapple. With a spoon, she scattered the pineapple all over Sarah's breasts and stomach and abdomen, letting some run into her pussy. Next came a bowl of chopped strawberries, followed by scattered sliced bananas. Then came a pressurized can of whipped cream which covered almost all of the other goodies and Beth even spread Sarah's pussy and sprayed some of the sweet stuff inside and then covered her outer lips. Finally Beth sprinkled her with chopped nuts and a bottle of maraschino cherries.

"Viola!" she exclaimed. "Dessert is served." Sarah looked like a giant banana split except that she was the ice cream!

I started to lick, rather tentatively, at one of Sarah's tits. Beth added, "Oh, yeah. You can't stop until she is completely clean."

I didn't think that would be a problem. I set to work licking Sarah's forehead and face and gradually worked my way down. By the time I got to her tits again, I realized with a shock that Beth's head was buried between Sarah's legs and she was lost in sucking her clean, not only of the syrups and fruits and whipped cream but my cum as well. By the time I had worked my way down to Sarah's belly button, she had tugged me around until she could get my cock in her mouth and, while her fingers manipulated my balls, her mouth sucked and licked my shaft in a delicious end to the whole process.

By the time Sarah had swallowed my somewhat diminished load of cum, I had felt her shake through several orgasms until we were all three too tired to continue. Beth yanked off the sheets and the three of us quickly replaced them with fresh ones. Then we adjourned to the bathroom and took a communal shower, even though it was rather close quarters for three at one time. After we dried, we went to the bed and retired for what was left of the night, with me in the middle of a girl sandwich. What a birthday present!

At three o'clock, the baby woke us all up for feeding time. Beth got up and headed to the nursery while Sarah fondled my cock into a quick erection. Getting on hands and knees, she offered me her pussy from behind and I was soon taking advantage of the opportunity. Just as Beth came back with both little ones, Sarah told me she wanted me to change orifices. She produced a tube of personal lube and slathered my cock and her anus while Beth was climbing back into bed with the babies. She propped herself up on pillows with a little one sucking each of her big tits and watched as I pushed my member into Sarah's ass.

At first Sarah was very tight, almost more than I could take. But she had me sit still for a few minutes and the tightness began to ease. When she told me to start stroking slowly, it was still tight but not painful. In fact, it felt very good. I swore I could feel her sphincter as it traced every vein in my throbbing penis.

I glanced at Beth to see her smiling but the thing that caught my attention was her spread legs. She had drawn up her legs and kept her heels to the side, leaving her pussy open. I couldn't resist - I reached over and ran my hand down her soft lips, feeling the soaking wetness of her own juices that covered her engorged lips. I eased a finger inside, then a second and a third, while my thumb drew imaginary circles around her clit. She closed her eyes and humped my fingers while her babies sucked her tits. Meanwhile I kept slowly cycling in and out of Sarah's softened ass.

Subsequently a chain reaction occurred. First Sarah stiffened up, screamed through her gritted teeth, and climaxed. A few seconds later, Beth closed her eyes, held her babies tightly and shivered through several seconds of orgasm. Barely had she finished when my balls contracted and began spitting my cum into Sarah's ass. When Sarah fell to the bed, I moved over and dropped between Beth's legs so I could lick her clean while the babies finished eating. When I was finished, I helped her carry them back to their beds for the rest of the night. Then we returned to our bed for some much needed rest.

The following weeks were filled with the greatest sex Beth and I had ever had. Night after night Beth met me when I came from classes. She had dinner ready but most evenings took me to our bed for a quickie before dinner. After we had cleaned up the dishes and relaxed for a while, we retired for the night and fucked until we were both sated. Four weeks, five, six, seven. The pattern didn't change even though I knew it was too good to last. In the ninth week, Beth told me that she was pregnant and only then did it occur to me that we had been fucking right through the time when she would normally have had her period. Well, we had planned on it so that was great news for both of us.

Even being pregnant, Beth retained most of her sex drive. We hired a housekeeper to do many of the cleaning and cooking chores around the house so she could concentrate on caring for the growing children. Weeks were she felt bad, we only screwed three or four times. She gradually got to the point where she grew tired quicker but if I'd help her hold her legs open, then she loved having me fuck her. And she always welcomed my face between her legs. And she really loved it when I'd lick her ass.

Even though Jack had gone through pre-school and kindergarten, then first grade and by that time was in the midst of his second grade year, Beth still let him suckle her tits twice a day. However when she found out that she was pregnant, she began serious efforts to ween him from nursing. It wasn't all that difficult really - the boy was super healthy and I wondered how much of that to attribute to his nursing his mother's now huge tits.

With Beth's approval, I adopted both Jackson and Della, which didn't have a lot of impact on either of them. Both of them already called me daddy and our last names were the same, naturally, so it was more of a formality than anything else. I know Uncle Mark had loved the kids but so did I. In fact I had probably spent more time with them than he had, since I was always around the house.

Life took a major change for me in May of that next year. I graduated from college with a degree in Risk Management and started working with my dead uncle's former partner, now my own partner. They had developed a very successful brokerage in commercial insurance, specializing in industrial plants. They already had a large following but with the growth of industry in the metropolitan area, the potential was huge. My first job was to make cold calls on new industries.

Somewhere along the way, I had either lost or suppressed my innate shyness and managed to develop a decent success ratio in convincing new industries to sign up with us. Of course some of them were small enough that they were not enormously profitable but Harry and I figured that if we could sign them up and maintain customer loyalty, as they grew so would our profits. Others were excellent money makers right from the start, even those that we had to share with some of the Lloyd's companies to spread the risk. As the producer, our share was larger than most of the others.

However I was still getting my feet on the ground in August when Beth went into labor. I zoomed home, picked her up and we had been at the hospital just 18 minutes when a doctor came out and congratulated me on the birth of my son, Mark Bradley. Two days later, Beth and Mark were home, both doing well, and mom was beaming with pride at her new offspring.

Two weeks later, with the doctor's approval, we resumed our conjugal schedule, mostly with Beth in the superior position for a while so she could maintain control since she was still a little sore in some places. I would have settled for some kissing and cuddling but she was anxious to fuck again.

Just eight weeks after the baby was born, Beth again arranged a surprise for my birthday. I don't know how the meeting came about but I was presented that evening with a very sexy Latino woman named Rita. I had always heard about "hot Latino blood" but never experienced it until that night. And Rita was hot!

We went around the world sexually that evening before Beth brought out the banana split toppings and decorated Rita's beautiful tan body. We both licked her clean - by which time Rita was squirming uncontrollably and she came four times when I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy. Beth even got her to cum again by adding whipped cream to her pussy and eating it and my cum out of her. 

I thought the evening was over when everyone lay down together and seemed ready to sleep. However Rita's hands kept roving over my body and before long she had me hard again. I couldn't believe it when she climbed on top of me and laid along my legs, her own feet near my mouth as she pulled herself up and back using my legs for leverage. The angle was so unusual that the sensations were exquisite. I don't know how long it lasted but I was aware of time passing when Beth went to get the baby for his two o'clock feeding and then put him back to bed while Rita was still slowly cycled up and down.

When Beth returned, she fed me one of her tits and held my head close to her breasts, so I felt, rather than saw, when Rita quivered through an orgasm. However her pace never slackened except for that one long shiver. When I finally blew my load into her, it wasn't all that huge but it sure was satisfying.

The next morning, I apologized to Harry for being two hours late arriving at the office. He just laughed and said that Beth had told him she had a great celebration planned and that he should not expect me until he saw me. He had a twinkle in his eye and I think there might have been just a touch of envy.

Again we had a long intense period of concentrated sex after my birthday and, once again, Beth announced before the holidays that she was pregnant. We had planned on another but I had thought we would probably wait a few more months.

I was surprised when, in June, Beth arranged another present for me for Father's Day. Although it was another female partner, I was surprised because I already knew the woman. Her name was Angela Thomas, generally known as Angie by her friends among whom we considered ourselves to be included. Angie was a couple of years older than Beth and lived only a couple of blocks from our house. She had become a widow about two years ago whn her husband, a workaholic, had a massive heart attack and died before he hit the floor of his office.

Now Beth had invited her to share our bed, which really surprised me. Angie was not as athletic a partner as Rita or Sarah either but she was very loving and truly appreciated a long slow tender shafting. I think by the time we were too tired to continue, I was just as satisfied as I had been with either of the other two women and, although Beth had spent more time spectating than at the birthday bashes, she was nevertheless happy with the outcome as well, having had her pussy eaten several times, been fucked once, and ate Angie's twat a couple of times.

Just before I went to sleep, I heard Angie whispering to Beth, "Honey, I loved tonight. I hope you'll let me do this again before too long. It sure was nice."

I didn't hear Beth's reply. However I wasn't too surprised when Angie spent the Labor Day weekend with us after Beth's invitation. A good portion of that weekend was spent in bed in one fashion or another. Even though Beth's belly was large and round, she was as anxious to be part of the festivities as anyone.

Late in September, our daughter Megan Louise was born. With four children, Beth and I agreed mutually that we would not have any more children and she took steps to insure that outcome, although I would have been happy to have been the one. In the last few months, some hard work had paid off at the office too. I had signed up two major industrial plants, as well as five more modest installations and took on the risk of three automotive franchises. That all boiled down to a significant increase in my own commissions as well as profits to the brokerage. Harry was very pleased with my progress and seemed to accept me completely as a partner by then.

When my birthday rolled around in October, I was not at all displeased when Beth invited Angie for a repeat performance. Even though we had all been together before - actually three times by then - I found it very satisfying to screw Angie. I made a feeble attempt to convince Beth that I would be absolutely and totally happy having sex only with herself but she insisted that she enjoyed having a third from time to time just as much as I did. And I believed her, based on her reactions during those activities.

Over the years, the business continued to thrive. It wasn't always as good as that first year but occasionally it was better. Oh, we lost a client here or there but our gains easily offset the losses. So financially we've been doing pretty good.

In the eight years since Angie first joined us, Beth has asked her more and more frequently until the last three years, she's part of our bedroom scene about every three or four weekends. She has told us that her husband left her fixed well enough financially and she's not interested in finding another husband. However she did miss sex and although she'd like to have it a little more often, she's pretty happy with our arrangement. 




A Learning Experience



I thought I was meeting Mary Rose and Sandy at Mary Rose's house to watch a movie. I wasn't aware that the two of them had ulterior motives until they said, "We're not going to watch a movie because we have ulterior motives."

I'd known the two of them since elementary school and we'd never been more than good friends, despite the fact that they'd both grown into attractive young ladies. Mary Rose had been born in the Philippines and consequently had darker skin, jet black hair and smallish boobs. Sandy was more voluptuous, with big breasts and light brown hair. When they explained their ulterior motives and I realized that they were sexual in nature, I had no complaints. The two of them had two problems in common: they were both unsure of their talent level for certain sexual techniques and it had been a long time since either had a non-self-induced orgasm. They had decided to enlist my help in remedying both situations.

We decided to start with the basics: the handjob. I had them sit on either side of me as they would if we were involved in a make-out and heavy petting session. I had them work together to open my jeans, work them and my underwear down and release my rigid cock. I had each of them show me their technique, neither of which were all that bad, then gave them a few pointers on improving. I reminded them that they were stroking, not picking carrots, and that gentle massaging of the balls was also pleasurable. Once I felt they had it down, I was able to just sit there and enjoy as they alternated stroking my cock and fondling my balls. I watched as they took turns, their soft hands sliding up and down my tool just the way I liked it, feeling my first orgasm quickly rising. I tried to relax and not raise my hips up as I got closer to cumming, just letting them do all of the work. It was Sandy's hand wrapped around my tool when I started spurting, coating her fist with cum. She continued pumping until I was spent, then let my shrinking cock fall against my stomach. She played with the cum on her hand as Mary Rose got up and fetched something to clean me up. I was slightly disappointed that neither of them had licked up my goo.

I went ahead and took my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, then took off my socks and shirt as well. Indicating that it was my turn to fulfill my part of the bargain, I had each of them sit on either side of me again, though still fully dressed. Sandy was wearing a long sweater with leggings under it and Mary Rose was wearing track pants with a long-sleeved shirt. I encouraged them to relax, pay no attention to the naked man sitting between them and enjoy the feelings they experienced. They both spread their legs as my fingers slid up and down over their pussies. I could feel heat and moisture emanating from both of them. After a few minutes, I slid my hands under their elastic waistbands where I encountered their panties. I could feel the coarse texture of their bushes and the soft flesh of their pussies through their panties as I ran my fingers over the damp material. Their sighing and quiet moaning let me know that I was having the positive effect that I was seeking.

Finally, I slipped my hands into their panties and over their trim bushes until I encountered two slick, slippery slits. I ran my fingers up and down between their lips, gently probing them with a finger each, before focusing on their clits. I gently and lightly massaged their clits while they began to moan louder and move their hips rhythmically. I really didn't have anything to look at since they were both still dressed, so I just focused on bringing them to their sought after orgasms. The longer I massaged their clits, the louder they got and the more they wiggled. I wondered who would cum first and how far behind the other would be. As it turned out, it was a close call. It felt as though Mary Rose came first, but Sandy was just seconds behind her. I continued to finger them as they trembled through their orgasms, not wanting to remove my hands from their panties even when they both sighed, indicating that they were done cumming.

Sandy asked if we'd need to take a break before we did anything else, noticing that my cock was still mostly limp. As I reluctantly slipped my hands from their pants, I explained that just because a guy doesn't look ready doesn't mean he isn't ready; he just needs some encouragement. I suggested visual stimulation as the first option and had them stand in front of me and begin undressing. Because I didn't want to miss anything, I had them take turns while I licked my fingers, noticing a definite difference in their respective flavors.

Sandy pulled her long sweater over her head, revealing her full globes encased in a sexy, lacy bra. I could feel the blood start returning to my cock. Mary Rose pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her hard, pointy nipples pressing out against her white bra. I requested Sandy's leggings go next rather then her bra, so I could enjoy her in bra and panties, like a Victoria's Secret model who'd stepped right off the page. She pushed her leggings over her hips and down her legs, revealing a pair of panties that matched her sexy bra and nearly making my eyes bug out when she leaned forward to push her leggings to her ankles. Her large tits practically spilled out of her bra. She smiled as I gawked at her before turning my attention to Mary Rose, who pushed her track pants over her hips and let them fall to her ankles. She wore white bikini panties which, along with her white bra, stood out against her darker skin.

I had them pause and spin for me, admiring them for a minute or two before giving Sandy the okay to go on. My eyes were glued to her chest as she reached back to unfasten her bra, pushing her tits out even further. Her bra went slack and she let it slide down her arms, the smooth flesh of her globes slowly revealed. My eyes got wider as I saw her large, pink areolas and her thick, hard nipples. She massaged her tits a bit before I turned to look at Mary Rose.

Mary Rose popped open the front clasp of her bra and let it slide off behind her, revealing her smaller, darker areolas and thin, pointy nipples. I turned back to Sandy as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and started to push them down. Her tits jiggled enticingly as she worked her panties over her hips and swayed hypnotically as she leaned forward to push them the rest of the way down. As she straightened up, my eyes were drawn from her tits to her trim brown bush. She looked incredibly hot standing before me fully naked.

I turned back to Mary Rose and watched as her trim black bush was revealed, her panties dropping to her ankles. They allowed me to admire them before commenting that I still didn't look quite ready. I responded that pressure was not a good thing in this situation, but that further oral encouragement could work wonders. They knelt and Sandy took my cock in her hand, feeling it growing even as she gently stroked it. I indicated how they could use their hands to bring a flaccid cock back to life then had them alternate using their mouths. Sandy wrapped her lips around my cock and gently pulled on it as she slid her lips from the base to the head. It grew in her mouth as she did this, and grew further when Mary Rose took a turn. It wasn't long before they were sucking on a fully rigid cock. They were both doing an admirable job, picking up on the few pointers I gave them, but we were going to defer finishing this lesson until later.

I had them both straighten up, still kneeling, and alternately made out with each of them while fondling their tits. Leaning down, I licked and sucked their nipples while caressing the soft, smooth flesh surrounding them. They seemed to enjoy this attention, but, after a few minutes, I stopped and asked who had the condoms. Mary Rose grabbed a strip she had stashed nearby and tore one off while I reclined lengthwise on the couch. Sandy gently stroked my cock as Mary Rose opened the package and prepared to roll it down my shaft. I explained that they could also use their mouths to roll the condom down, if the mood struck them. Mary Rose gave it a try and was pleased with the result. Since she'd provided the condom, Mary Rose got to ride me first. Sandy moved aside and Mary Rose straddled me on the couch. While Sandy was watching Mary Rose guide my rigid, latex-encased tool toward her pussy, I pulled her toward me, letting her know that she had reserved seating on my face. I told both of them that as soon as one of them had cum, they were to switch positions.

I watched Sandy's pussy getting closer and closer while feeling Mary Rose positioning my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy. I moaned as she slid down on my rod, engulfing it in her snug pussy. As she was starting to slowly ride up and down my cock, I was sticking my tongue out to lap up the juices collecting between Sandy's pussy lips. Holding her ass with both hands, I pulled her pussy close to my face as I slurped up her nectar, causing her to moan. Looking up, I could see that she was fondling her big tits as I ate her pussy. Meanwhile, Mary Rose was gradually increasing the pace that she was riding up and down on my cock. Her pussy felt incredible, even through the latex sheath I was sporting.

As I was pushing my ass up off the couch, forcing my cock deeper into Mary Rose's pussy, I removed one hand from Sandy's ass so that I could slip a finger into her juicy pussy. I started licking her clit as I fingered her pussy which caused her to abandon her tits and grab my head to hold it in place. She was humping my face and moaning while Mary Rose was riding my cock and moaning. It wasn't clear at that point who was going to cum first, but I knew it wouldn't be me.

Sandy's sounds and movements got more frenetic, so I could tell she was closing in on another orgasm. I kept licking and sucking her clit while pumping my finger in and out of her pussy, anticipating a flood of pungent juice precipitating her orgasm. I was not disappointed as she got more and more juicy until she finally cried out and started to quiver. I kept working on her until it seemed like the wave had passed, then dropped my head back, pulled my finger free and started sucking on it. While Mary Rose continued to ride me hard, Sandy gradually got up and turned to her, giving me a great look at her naked ass. I reached out and squeezed it while she coaxed Mary Rose off and insisted that it was time to switch.

Mary Rose reluctantly dismounted and I eyeballed the two of them standing there naked before they changed positions. I barely got to see Sandy climb onto the couch and straddle me before Mary Rose's pussy was in my face. At about the same time I was slipping a finger into her, I could feel my cock slipping into Sandy's snug pussy. I think we all moaned at the same time. I immediately started licking and sucking Mary Rose's clit, assuming she was closer to an orgasm than Sandy had been and wanting to get her there quickly. Her response was immediate as she let out a cry and started humping my face while holding me by the hair. I could feel Sandy riding me slowly; the feel of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was amazing. I pushed up into her each time she came down and was able to maneuver my free hand down to lightly stroke her clit as she fucked me while continuing to finger Mary Rose with the other.

If I'd had to, I could have identified who was who by the different tastes of their pussies. I don't know that I could describe the difference, but there definitely was one. Mary Rose's pussy was beginning to get juicier as she got closer to her second orgasm of the night and I was lapping up the increased flow. She was moving her hips faster and moaning louder and louder while Sandy's pace was also gradually increasing. Finally, Mary Rose let out a cry and shuddered much as Sandy had while cumming in my face. I had grabbed her ass at this point, taking my fingers away from two different pussies, and pulled her pussy against my face while continuing to lick and suck her clit. She cried out again and continued to cum while I squeezed her ass cheeks.

She finally started coming down and I dropped my head back onto the couch while she caught her breath. Sandy was still riding me, pretty hard by now, so I slipped a hand back to her pussy, only to find her hand there already. I wasn't put off, just redirected my hands to her sumptuous boobs and fondled them while she rode me. Mary Rose finally recovered enough to climb off the couch, then turned to Sandy just in time to see her cum again, thanks in part to her own fingers. Her pussy already felt fantastic, but it felt even better as she came while riding me. I was getting pretty close to blowing a load myself, but I didn't want to do it into a condom.

Once Sandy had regained her wits, I had her climb off me, leaving my shiny, latex-clad and rock-hard cock waving in the breeze. While these two hot and naked females stood by, I sat up and removed the condom before inviting them to kneel once again. They went back to sucking my cock as they had been earlier, but with me much closer to orgasming. They were doing an outstanding job, alternating back and forth while also pumping the base and licking and sucking my balls. I just relaxed against the back of the couch and watched, enjoying the feeling of these two talented mouths on my cock. As my cock began to swell, they continued on as I anticipated blowing an enormously pleasurable load into one of their mouths. Sandy had received my load all over her fist, but Mary Rose got my load against the back of her throat.

With a grunt, I started to spew as she let out a squeal of surprise, but kept sucking. After a few spurts, Sandy took over and sucked me until I was dry. When my cock finally dropped limply against my leg, the two of them got up and sat beside me on the couch. As we caught our collective breath, I glanced at the clock and realized how early it was. They really didn't need any lessons, but a little practice never hurt anyone, and we still had the whole night ahead of us.



A Learning Experience



When John walked into the kitchen he noticed that Kelly looked to be upset...perhaps nervous.

"Is everything okay?" John asked.

"Everything's fine." Kelly said.

"Are you sure?" John asked.

"I'm sure." Kelly said.

"Okay." John said.

John helps Kelly finish dinner, they eat, do the dishes, then sit down to watch TV. 

More than 2 hours after he'd walked through the door John can still see the concern on Kelly's face. He knows she wants to talk but she doesn't want to be the one to start the conversation.

John shuts off the TV and turns and looks at Kelly.

"So are you going to tell me what's got you so worked up right now Kelly or do I have to guess?" John asked.

"What? Oh...it's nothing." Kelly said.

"That is not gonna work with me Kelly...it's clearly something." John said.

Kelly looks at John and sees the serious look on his face. She nods.

"Well...okay, but promise me that you won't get mad...at least not until you've heard everything." Kelly said.

"It's something that you think I'll be mad about? Shit Kelly...I'll try to control myself but I can't promise that I won't get mad." John said.

Kelly looks at John and then looks down at the table.

"Okay. I guess that's fair enough. I want to tell you John...you deserve to know. I just wasn't sure how to tell you or how you'd take it." Kelly said.

"You weren't sure how to tell me what? How I'd take what Kelly?" John asked.

"After class today...I...I had sex with someone in their car." Kelly said.

John immediately grabs the vase that was on the table and hurls it against the wall smashing it to thousands of pieces. Kelly is frightened, but John seems to regain his composure.

"Go on." John said.

"Well it's not what you think...well I guess it kind of is...I did cheat on you by having sex with someone else, but it's not as bad as it could be." Kelly said.

"You had better start making sense real soon Kelly." John said.

"Okay John. Yes I had sex with someone after class, but it wasn't a guy that I had sex with...it was a girl." Kelly said.

John sits back in the chair with a surprised look on his face.

"A girl?" John asked.

"Yes. John I'm sorry, I know that cheating is cheating no matter who it's with. I promise you that if you'll give me another chance it will never happen again." Kelly begged.

John seems distant for a moment.

"I didn't know that you liked girls that way Kelly." John said.

"I don't....I didn't....well I guess maybe I'd been curious, but I'd never done anything like that before. I swear to you John this is the first time that anything has ever happened with a girl. She just got me so worked up that I reached a point where I couldn't help myself." Kelly said.

"She got you worked up to a point where you couldn't help but have sex with her? How did she do that?" John asked.

"The two of us were sitting in the back of the lecture hall...there wasn't anybody else around. The next closest person was 4 or 5 rows in front of us...out of like 25 rows. The class is really boring so we started talking. Our conversation started out normal, but then she started telling me how pretty I am...how she had noticed me before...how she liked my skirt...how she liked my legs. Then she touched me." Kelly said.

"She touched you? Where did she touch you?" John asked.

"She put her hand on my thigh...she put her hand on my thigh John...right below the level of my skirt. When she touched me like that it sent a shiver through my whole body. I should have pushed her hand away but I didn't. She began gently stroking my thigh. She kept moving her hand higher and higher up my thigh...pushing my skirt up as she went...pushing my skirt up John...in the lecture hall. God John it was incredible. It felt so good yet at the same time I knew it was wrong...but I didn't stop her. I felt myself opening my legs for her...I opened my legs John. You can see how short this skirt is...she'd pushed it a few inches higher than this and I opened my legs for her John." Kelly said.

"So with your skirt pushed up and your legs open your bare thighs and panties were on display for anyone that happened to look your way?" John asked.

"Yes John...anyone that looked would have had an excellent view up my skirt at my thighs and my panties as she rubbed my inner thighs. They would have seen what she was doing to me. I could feel my pussy getting wet...I could feel it tingle...god it felt so good John. Her gentle stroking of my thigh was driving me wild...then she touched my pussy. She touched my pussy John...she started gently stroking it through my panties right there in the lecture hall where everyone else could have seen." Kelly said.

"You were obviously enjoying it." John said.

"Yes John, I was enjoying it. God John I was so turned on...I was so wet...my panties were completely soaked. She pulled her hand up to show me how wet I was. She put her fingers in her mouth John...she tasted my wetness and said that I tasted great. She went back to rubbing my pussy John...it felt so good John...it felt so good that I didn't care at that point that anyone who looked would have seen what she was doing to me. She teased me for several minutes rubbing my pussy through my panties....then she pulled my panties to the side John...she exposed my pussy completely for anyone that happened to look John...I was completely exposed." Kelly said.

"You didn't stop her when she pulled your panties aside? You let her expose your bare pussy like that?" John asked.

"Yes John...I let her...I would have let her do anything at that point...it felt so damn good. Once she'd pulled my panties aside she rubbed my clit and my pussy for a few minutes....then she stuck her fingers in me John. Two of her fingers went inside my pussy John. I almost came right then and there. She slowly started fingering me. I was so wet John...I could hear her fingers sloshing around in the wetness of my pussy John. It seemed so loud...her fingers sloshing in my wet pussy seemed so loud to me John. It seemed like everybody must have heard her fingers sloshing in my wet pussy...but I didn't care...I didn't care if people heard it John. I didn't care if they looked and saw me getting finger fucked John...that's how turned on I was. Finally she made me cum. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy John...god it was incredible. I came all over her hand...and she licked my juices from her hand John...and she put her hand in front of my mouth. I tasted my own juices John...my god it was incredible. After my orgasm we both came back to reality...the class was almost over so she pulled my panties back into place and I pulled my skirt back down and closed my legs. That amazing experience was over, but that was just the beginning John." Kelly said.

"Did anybody in the class see what happened?" John asked.

"I don't think so. Once it was over and I came back to reality I was a little embarrassed so I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us...to see if anybody was smiling...I didn't see anybody." Kelly said.

"So what happened when class let out?" John asked.

"She whispered in my ear that now that class was over the real fun could begin. She stood up and took my hand. I was hers John...hers and hers alone. I know how horrible that must sound, I'm a married woman and my thoughts were only for her...and not for you...but that's how I felt John...that's how I felt. I'm sorry." Kelly said.

"Well...I guess that it's okay...given the very...unique circumstances. You came home to me after all...you did come home to me right? You aren't here to pack up and run off?" John asked.

"John? How could you ever say such a thing? What happened today was a one time thing. One time and one time only. I would never leave you, and I hope that you can forgive me for what happened today. I did come home to you, I will always come home to you John; you mean everything to me." Kelly said.

"Apparently I didn't for a short period of time today. I'm sorry...go on with your story. What happened when you left the class?" John asked.

"Well...again I'm sorry about what I said, but I truly was hers at that moment. She led me to the parking lot. She had a big SUV...with blacked out windows. It was parked all the way at the back of the parking lot. The windshield was facing a wall...the SUV was pulled right up close to it. The only window that was easy to see through was facing a wall...far away from people. She opened the back door and I found that she had the seats folded down and had a thick comforter on the floor. She said she takes naps in it between classes. We climbed inside and she shut the door. I was nervous John...oh god was I nervous. The thrill of what had happened in class and the thought of what was to come had me excited. I knew that we would be taking things to the next level. There in the privacy of her SUV I was going to have sex with a woman. I was nervous thinking about it...I had a brief thought of you...how would you react to what I was doing, but I didn't stop." Kelly said.

"So once you were inside what happened?" John asked.

"She was aggressive John...very aggressive. She kissed me...on the mouth John, she kissed me on the mouth. I'd never kissed a woman before. It felt like kissing you, but there was an added excitement knowing that it was my first kiss with a woman and the beginning of my first real experience with a woman. She pushed me back so that I was reclining on my hands with my legs spread open, my knees bent, and pulled up about half way to my chest. Sitting like that pushed my skirt up so that everything was on display...my soaked panties...my sopping wet pussy. She crawled up over me and kissed me as she began unbuttoning my shirt. She smiled when she saw that I was wearing a front hook bra John. She opened my shirt and my bra then she kissed me again. She lowered her mouth to my right nipple John...my whole body shuddered. You know how I love to have my nipples sucked and nibbled on...she did it John...she sucked and nibbled on my nipples almost as good as you." Kelly said.

"I'm glad she didn't do it better than me." John said.

Kelly smiles.

"Nobody could do it as good as you John...nobody. She moved from my right nipple to my left and she moved her hand between my legs. I was still so turned on John...her very touch gave me an orgasm. All she did was touch my pussy John and I had an orgasm. We were both pleasantly surprised. She began rubbing my pussy through my panties as she worked on my nipples. God it felt good John...I can't even describe it. After teasing my nipples for a few minutes she moved back up and kissed me again. As she pulled her lips away from mine she told me to lift up my butt. I did as she told me and she pushed my skirt up around my belly button. She pulled my panties down and all the way off. She leaned in close and blew her breath across my pussy. I was so wet that it felt ice cold and it made my body shudder. My body was on fire John. As she flicked her tongue over my clit that first time I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. She wasn't any better than you, but it was exciting...it was different...I was so turned on. She made me cum twice in 10 minutes John...twice in 10 minutes." Kelly said.

"So did you....?" John asked.

"Yes John...I did. After she'd made me cum the second time she crawled up over me and kissed me. She told me it was her turn. I was nervous...but I could not refuse. She unbuttoned and pushed her jeans and panties down. I pulled her shirt over her head and pulled off her bra. I kissed her...until then she had been kissing me...she had been the aggressor the whole time John. At that moment I took over. I kissed her...then I took her right nipple in my mouth. What an unusual experience. I'd never been on that side of things...I liked it. I liked having her nipple in my mouth John. I wanted to rub my nipples against hers...I rubbed my nipples against hers John...I don't know why...but I wanted to...so I did. When I got down between her legs I was amazed. I'd never seen a pussy from that angle...never that close. It was beautiful. She was completely shaved...like me. As I looked at her I could see the glisten of her wetness. Having had a taste of my own...I was licking my lips at the thought of tasting hers. I wanted to taste her pussy John...I went from not wanting to taste my own to wanting to taste hers. My nostrils filled with the scent of her sex...I understand what you mean about it now John...it is an incredible aroma...it only made me hotter. I gently flicked her clit with my tongue...she shuddered. It was my first time so I kept asking her how I was doing and what I should do. I guess I should have probably known what I liked you to do, but I didn't really know how to do it John. She taught me how to give a woman oral sex as I was licking her John. It took probably 15 minutes before she came. When she did she pulled me up and kissed me and licked her juices from my face." Kelly said.

"Was that the end of it?" John asked.

"No...it wasn't the end John. After we had kissed she pushed me onto my back and then crawled into position to straddle my head. We 69'd John...she sat on my face and buried her face in my pussy. God it was incredible John. I was licking a pussy for just the second time and it was flipped 180 degrees from the way it was the first time. I was...hungry for her pussy John. I wanted to lick her...I couldn't stop licking her. She made me cum twice before I made her cum John. I felt bad about that and she said it was okay and that I'd done very well for a first timer. That wasn't the end of it either John. She had me lay...kind of on my side and then she moved her body in so that one of my legs was behind her back and the other was along her stomach and one of her legs was behind my back and the other was along my stomach. Our pussies were touching John. I'd never even thought of that. I never would have guessed that it was possible or that anyone would want to do it. I'm glad we did it though John...I'm very glad. We kind of wiggled around...rubbing our pussies together. We were both so wet and so turned on that we were making a really squishy noise. God it felt amazing. I had an orgasm rubbing my pussy against hers John...and my orgasm gave her an orgasm. It was intense John." Kelly said.

"I never would have thought that two women could do that...amazing." John said.

"It was amazing John...I can't even describe how amazing. She pulled away from that position and dove between my legs again. She licked me and sucked on my pussy...I'd already had so many orgasms...I didn't think I could have any more...but she gave me another orgasm John. God it felt so good. I had to try to return the favor. She'd given me more than I'd given her so I had to try to give her at least one more. I went to work on her and I gave her another orgasm...I felt much better that I'd done that. She pulled me up and kissed me. I told her that it was getting late and that I'd probably better get going. She said that if I had time there was one more thing that she'd like to do. She wanted to lick my ass John." Kelly said.

"Your ass? As in your asshole?" John asked.

"Yes...my asshole. She wanted to lick my asshole. I didn't want to do that and I said that I certainly could never do that for her. She said that I wouldn't have to do it for her. She said that she enjoys doing it...she likes licking women's assholes. I had already hooked my bra and was buttoning my shirt when I decided to let her do it. She positioned me on my knees with my head and body bent down towards the floor. She crawled up behind me. I was absolutely terrified...I mean it's my asshole...it was going to taste bad...or at least I thought so. Why would she want to do that? I couldn't understand it John. All of my fears went away when I felt her tongue though. God John it's an indescribable feeling. She was licking my asshole. For a while she licked around it...teasing it...it felt amazing...an entirely new kind of tingle. Then she pushed her tongue into my asshole...into my asshole John. Inside my asshole...obviously a tongue isn't very long, but it was long enough that I could feel it inside my asshole. What an intense sensation. It felt very different as compared to a finger or your penis...it was...amazing. She used her tongue on my asshole for a few minutes, then she pulled away. I rolled over, grabbed my panties, pulled them on, pulled my skirt down, and looked at her. She sat there smiling licking her lips. I told her that I couldn't kiss her goodbye...not after that. She said she understood and that she had a great time. I told her I did to, I opened the door, left her SUV, hurried to my car, and came home. I left her sitting naked in her SUV tasting my ass on her lips." Kelly said.

"That's an amazing story Kelly. What's this girl's name?" John asked.

Kelly's expression goes blank for a moment; then she laughs.

"I have no idea. I have no idea what her name is." Kelly said.

"You don't even know her name?" John asked.

"It didn't seem important." Kelly said.

"Okay. I have one more question for you Kelly." John said.

"Anything." Kelly said.

"Was this a one time thing? Can you look at me and honestly tell me that you believe in your heart 100% that nothing like this will ever happen again? There will be no more amazing experiences with women or men where you become theirs and forget about me?" John asked.

Kelly looked at John and smiled.

"I can absolutely promise you that. Nothing like what happened today will ever happen again. For as long as I live I will never have sex with anyone but you...unless we make some kind of agreement like a three-some or something. I will never have sex with another person without your prior knowledge and consent. Is that good enough?" Kelly asked.

"I suppose that will do...it gives you some wiggle room so that you don't have to break your promise if we should decide to do something." John said.

"That's right, I want to leave the option open for the two of us to get adventurous of we decide to do so." Kelly said.

"Okay. I want you to know Kelly; I'm really conflicted right now. The story you've just told me is both the hottest and most hurtful thing I've ever heard at the same time. No matter how hot I find the details of what happened the fact is that you cheated on me...if something even close to what happened today happens again we're through. You've had your experience with a woman so now that's done. Are we clear?" John asked.

"Yes John...you're right...it's done...nothing like that will ever happen again." Kelly said.

"Okay good. Now...since you're still wearing the same clothes that you wore to class let's see just how wet those panties are." John said.

Kelly stands up, rushes around the table, pulls her skirt up and stands in front of her husband. John feels the wetness of Kelly's panties.

"Oh my...those are really soaked. Are they still wet from earlier or did they get wet again from telling me what happened?" John asked.

"They were still damp...but now they're soaked through again." Kelly said.

"Well then...let's go upstairs and get you out of them." John said.

John and Kelly go upstairs.



A Learning Experience



She actually had to fight the urge to call him Mr. Edwards, even now. His house wasn't anything like she had expected—his wife must have done all the decorating—everything matched, seemed to have its own place, and had a subtle but unmistakable Asian design influence. The Mr. Edwards she had known—hell, Cassie, call him Rick already, would you?—was scattered, forgot papers he'd already graded at home, and rarely wore matching socks. Granted, the mismatch was subtle and hard to see unless you were in direct light—a dark brown and a navy blue, maybe—but it was just a part of the whole picture that made up her junior year English teacher's persona. 

Standing in his kitchen, leaning against the counter and drinking wine out of a glass just like a grown-up—twenty-eight was grown-up enough, she insisted to herself—she watched him fixing a shrimp stir-fry for the two of them, and noticed with amusement that he was barefoot. That solved the mismatched sock problem entirely, didn't it?

"You're sure about your...I mean, that we have the house to ourselves?" Cassie asked for probably the tenth time in a week. Was she nervous about his wife coming home and discovering them? Did 11th grade girls get crushes on their cute English teachers? Which was to say—hell yes. 

"I told you," he said, turning off the flame on the gas stove and tipping the Wok toward the plates he'd already mounded with wild rice. "We have an arrangement."

She couldn't imagine any woman leaving for the weekend so her husband could have an affair with a former student—although she was pretty sure Mrs. Edwards had no idea about the latter, even if she was aware of the former. But she wasn't in her mid-fifties and hadn't been married for twenty years either. In fact, she'd never been married—although that one romance out of college had been a close call.

"It smells delicious." She moved toward him, breathing deep. He'd always bragged about his cooking—of course, he'd bragged about a lot, she remembered—but apparently in the cooking arena, there had been more truth than bluster to it. They'd always gone out somewhere to eat, but tonight, their first real "overnight" together, he'd insisted on cooking. Her stomach felt tight, but she knew it wasn't just hunger. His hand slipped behind her as he pulled her closer, putting the pan down on the stove before his mouth captured hers.

I'm kissing my high school English teacher. It was the thought that still came first, even after they'd been doing this, what, a month or more now? His mouth was soft, open, a little too eager. She pressed both her hands to his chest—he was incredibly tall, but she was just a little over five foot. He'd told her he liked small girls. She'd seen his wife—a pretty, Asian woman, even shorter than Cassie—and she believed him. 

"I'm hungry," she murmured as his hands groped their way down to the seat of her jeans, lifting her toward his mouth again.

"So am I." His tongue probed this time, sending shivers through her, making her nipples hard under her blouse. When he got a good grip on the back of her thighs, he pulled her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, putting them on more even playing field, so to speak. But now, she was at his whim, and she had a feeling she knew where this was heading.

"God, I want you," he murmured against her neck, nibbling there, sucking. She'd have hickeys all over in the morning, but there would be no one to hide them from, so she didn't care. "I want to be inside you. I've been thinking about it all day."

So had she. As much as they had done, so far, had been quick fumblings in one car or another, but they'd never had enough time or been in a private enough place to do enough to truly satisfy themselves. Truly, she was surprised he'd gone on with the pretense of dinner at all, and hadn't just met her at the door naked with his cock in his hand. The thought made her smile.

"What's more pressing?" Cassie tipped her head back as his mouth moved down the V of her blouse. "Dinner, or...?"

"You tell me." He shifted her weight—he could throw her around like a rag doll if he wanted to—and pressed her crotch into his. She felt the length of him, hard and ready. Christ, he was big! That was promising...

"Well, you do have a microwave." She rolled her hips, grinding her pelvis into his, and he groaned. 

"To hell with dinner." 

He carried her as far as the couch, which wasn't really a couch at all, but more of a futon, with ornately carved wooden arms and a rather hard red cushioned top. There was barely enough room on it for her, let alone him, but neither of them seemed to care. He already had his jeans unzipped, his shirt off, and was kneeling between her legs, working the buttons on her blouse. 

His hands shook, so she helped him, opening it and her bra—front hook—seeing his eyes light up at the sight of her breasts. Small, but firm, her nipples were pink and prominent, her skin fair. She had the faint remains of a sunburn that followed the same V-pattern of her blouse—blondes like her burned so easily. 

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Cassie groaned and arched, fumbling with the snap and zipper of her jeans. Should have worn a skirt, she chided herself as she tried to work them down her hips, her clit throbbing. Her pussy had been wet for hours, just thinking about this moment. 

"Let me help." He did, yanking the denim down her hips, her panties coming halfway down with them, exposing her shaved pubes, the blonde tuft at the top proving she didn't dye the hair on her head. Of course, he knew that—he'd known her since before she could drive. 

"Oh Jesus." The sight of her pussy must have been too much. Her pants weren't even all the way off yet, but his tongue was plunging into her slit, and he made eager, hungry noises between her legs. Cassie managed to get her jeans all the way off, leaning back into the futon's cushion as he sucked on her sensitive clit, moaning softly when he worked his long fingers into her. 

From this angle, she could see the place where he was losing his dark hair. It hadn't been noticeable when she had him as a teacher. Of course, she'd never seen him like this, either. His hands roamed over her thighs, smooth and firm—she'd waxed for him—over her belly, taut and flat, up to her breasts, her nipples responding immediately to his touch. 

"You taste so good," he murmured, kissing over her thighs, up her belly. She whimpered when she felt his cock pressed between her legs and he kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue, sucking it into her mouth, her hips moving against the length of his cock resting against her pussy.

"Please," she begged, reaching down to grasp him, making him moan. "Fuck me."

He gave a low growl, kneeling up to pull her to sitting. His big hands moved her, manipulating, turning her over onto her belly and leaning her over the edge of the couch. Cassie gasped when she felt the tip of his cock sliding through the crack of her ass, down toward her wet, waiting pussy, but nothing could have prepared her for the feel of him sliding inside of her.

"Oh!" she moaned, feeling his hand pressing her back, pushing her down onto the cushion as he thrust. "Goddamn, Mr. Edwards, you're so fucking big!"

He was—all the girls' locker room talk about Mr. Edwards hadn't ever ventured into the realm of cock size. They'd talked about how cute he was, how funny, how smart, how flirty. She was sure none of them had ever imagined this moment, being bent over Mr. Edward's couch—the Asian style sofa his wife had surely chosen—and being fucked by his enormous dick.

She heard him chuckle. "I think you can call me Rick, now, Cassie."

Right. Rick. It rhymed with dick. She should be able to remember it—except with him inside her, pumping in and out at a pace quicker than most bunnies, she couldn't think of anything at all. She gasped as he spread her thighs further with his, using his cock like a battering ram.

"God you're so tight!" he groaned, his hands gripping her ass, shoving in deep. "Oh baby, I can't stop. I'm gonna come!" 

He was as good as his word—two, three, four hard thrusts, accompanied by several grunts of satisfaction, and it was over. He stood, buttoning his jeans, pulling his shirt back on. Cassie was slower, still dazed, finding her panties, her jeans. He was already in the kitchen microwaving their plates by the time she was buttoning her blouse. 

"I'm starving!" he exclaimed, peeking his head around the corner. "Are you coming?"

Uhhhh, no, she thought wryly. Not exactly. She opened her mouth to speak, shut it again, and got up from the futon as a response. Mr. Edwards, the Mr. Edwards, the teacher all the girls had wanted, the gorgeous man who had them transfixed during class and moony in between...she'd slept with him. Ten years after the fact, of course, but still...it was something she could brag about, if she so chose.

Cassie sighed, heading toward the kitchen. Well, she reasoned, smelling the shrimp stir-fry again, she hoped he was a better cook than he was a lover. 

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A Learning Experience



As May began to warm up the frigid weather, Millie decided to take what was known in her line of work as "a mental health day". It simply meant that she had spent way too many days in the classroom teaching, and she needed her own version of the senior skip day. As the sunshine splashed across her back deck, she took a bottle of wine and a hot novel to her favorite patio chair. She loved the sensation of the sun warming her skin and she dove into the erotic pages of women far luckier than she had ever been. It had been weeks since she had had sex with her husband. She loved the man, but she no longer felt an animalistic attraction toward him. Leaning back into the chair, she began to fantasize about the man from her book. Startled by her doorbell, she sat up and peered through her window into the house. She could not make out the figure on the other side of her front door. It was midday and all of her neighbors should have been at work. 

Walking around to the front of the house, her eyes fell upon Johnny Thompson, one of her students from several years back. "Mrs. C.," Johnny smiled as he walked over and embraced her. "I wanted to bring this to you," he said proudly handing her an envelope.

"What's this?" she wondered aloud. Sliding the cardstock from its envelope, she saw the graduation announcement for Johnny's college printed regally on the paper.

"Oh Johnny, I am so proud of you!" she smiled adoringly as she returned his bear hug. "Come around back and catch me up on what you have been doing," she smiled.

As Johnny followed behind her, she remembered the erotic novel on the table. She was hoping to turn it over quickly so that he wouldn't see what she had been reading. He reached the deck at the same time as she did, but she quickly flipped the book over and slid it across the table. "I was just having a glass of wine, " she smiled. "Would you like one, now that you're legal and all of that?"

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that, " he laughed, taking a seat across from her.

"Let me just run inside and grab a glass for you." As she disappeared inside, she saw him reach across the table for her book. She panicked slightly but chose not to say anything until he brought it up first.

Returning with the second glass, she saw Johnny flipping through the pages. "Whoa, Mrs. C., I had NO idea!" he laughed at her.

"Oh shut up, we old married people have to have some entertainment," she said, in hopes of laughing it off.

"Yeah, yeah," he said back. It appeared that he would let it go at that. He leaned back into his chair and they happily chatted for over an hour. It wasn't until she went to refill her glass for the fourth or fifth time that she discovered the bottle was empty.

"Well, I guess that's that," she giggled as she stretched her tanned legs out in front of her.

"Do you have another one?" Johnny was quick to ask.

"I highly doubt that I should get you drunk and then send you home," she smiled in response.

Before she could register what was happening, Johnny was on his knees in front of her. "Then don't," he whispered as he leaned in and kissed her neck, "don't send me away, Mrs. C."

"Johnny, we can't do this," Millie said as she pressed her back harder into the chair. Her body was responding to this hard-bodied blonde man in front of her while her fuzzy brain was still trying to convince her that it was wrong.

"I won't tell anyone," he whispered as he slid his hand up her tank top. He located her right nipple beneath the fabric and pinched it softly while he sucked on her neck. She squirmed as the wetness began forming inside of her shorts. "No bra?"

"I, uh, I wasn't expecting anyone," she managed to get out between deep breaths. 

"Well, you sure as hell weren't expecting this, I know," he said assertively pulling her hips toward him. "I have waited for this opportunity since I was fifteen." That made her giggle slightly.

"Johnny, you don't want this right now darling, you will regret it later. It will change things," she said quietly trying to resist what her body so readily wanted.

"Five minutes. Just give me five minutes, Mrs. C. and if you want me to stop, I will," he said into her stomach as he pushed her shirt up with his teeth. His tongue lazily traced her belly button and she was unable to resist any longer.

Sensing her arousal, Johnny pulled her out of her chair and laid her on the wooden deck. His mouth never left her stomach. With his hands, he pushed her tank top over her bare breasts and massaged each of her nipples gently.

As Millie's breaths grew deeper, he let go of her nipples long enough to unbutton her shorts. He grabbed the zipper with his teeth and slowly worked its way downward. All the while, his hot breath was just one thin piece of fabric away from her increasingly wet pussy. She arched her back involuntarily and reached down to pull his T-Shirt over his head. 

His body was a long, lean mass of tanned perfection as his muscles seemed to be etched beneath the surface of his skin. Johnny slowly worked her shorts off of her while taking her panties with them.

Suddenly, she was completely bared on her deck as this young man hovered over her pussy with his lusty mouth. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth. His tongue parted her lips gently and rolled around inside of her hot mouth as his hands freed his own shorts from his body. She was amazed by his quickness and attributed it to the things that he must have learned in college.

Johnny pulled away from her mouth and quickly flipped his body around so that they were in the sixty-nine position. She had never enjoyed this position with her husband, but she suddenly found herself aroused at the sight of this completely new cock and his blonde pubic curls. There was a shiny bit of pre-cum on the tip and she gingerly stuck out her tongue to touch it. She knew that she had experience on him and she was determined to give him the most amazing blow-job that he had ever experienced. As she licked his shaft up and down, Johnny parted her legs as far as he could manage. She could feel her wet pussy tingle as a gentle breeze caressed her. She was fully exposed on her deck for all of the world to see but all that she cared about was getting Johnny's cock in her mouth.

With one hand, she massaged his balls gently while plunging herself forward to the length of his shaft. She gave long hard sucks slowly and would stop just short of popping him out. She circled the knob of his penis so tenderly that she could feel him harden even more.

Johnny responded to this pleasure by diving down on her pussy. He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and gingerly nipped at it with his teeth. He brought his hands underneath her legs and around to her ass where he massaged the puckered skin. No one had ever touched her there before and she felt her body jerk in response.

Their deepening breaths fueled the fire between them even more as she sucked Johnny to orgasm. He rocked his hips forward and back against her mouth until he could no longer hold back. Cum shot down her throat and she gulped readily trying to take every bit that he had to offer. After a few short thrusts to be certain he had expelled it all, Johnny sighed deeply and relaxed his body. 

Millie was slightly disappointed that he was finished and she was nowhere near cumming yet. Johnny seemed to sense this and he lifted himself off of her body until he was once again with just his head at pussy level. He pushed her legs as far apart as they would go and began going to town on her pussy. His mouth was hard against her skin and she reached down to grab handfuls of his blonde, curly hair. She involuntarily pushed his face deeper into her and moaned desperately. She was in such ecstasy that she could not stop herself now. Johnny's tongue darted inside of her and she wanted to cum more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life.

Johnny's fingers once again found the puckered skin around her asshole and he began to massage the tiny hole. As his tongue swept her innermost wetness, she felt her juices running down her crack. Johnny felt them too. He rubbed the juices into her hole and poked a solitary finger inside of her ass. She yelped a bit in surprise, but she quickly silenced herself when she realized how good it was feeling. Johnny massaged her pussy from both sides of the wall that separates vagina and ass. She could feel his tongue trying to find his finger through that wall. Her body rocked in response and Johnny took that as encouragement. He deftly slid a second finger inside her ass and began working her once again. He pulled his tongue out of her pussy long enough to take a tender bite at her clit and suck on her pussy lips. She was really rocking involuntarily now and she wanted his cock so badly that she began to beg.

"Johnny, I need you. I need you now," she panted in desperation as she pulled at his hair.

"Oh, Mrs. C., you haven't seen anything yet," he mumbled as he refused to move from his current position. The waves built up inside of her and she begged for a way to release them. Gently, Johnny pulled back and rolled her over. He grabbed her around the waist and put her knees in her patio chair. Bending her forward over the table, he pulled her ass up to meet his cock. He stuck two fingers in the tight hole again and began to rotate them in opposite directions. His free hand found her clit again and began to massage it as he playfully bit her back with his teeth. She rocked backwards into him, forcing his fingers deeper into her ass. The sensation was both burning and erotic at the same time. She understood what it meant to "hurt so good" at last. Her breaths were coming faster as she approached the point of no return and Johnny quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his rock hard cock. He slid in just the head, at first, and allowed her muscles to contract a couple of times. 

She felt herself pushing back on him, wanting more. Sensing her acceptance, he thrust himself fully inside of her and heard a cry escape her lips. He froze for a second and waited to make sure that she was okay. "More!" she screamed out as she pushed herself farther back in the chair. Johnny saw this encouragement as a free pass and he began bucking into her and thrusting with all of his might. Her breasts smacked against her chest as she rocked her body back and forth and she quickly moved her arms underneath them to stabilize them. He fucked her hard and she felt herself climbing up the ladder to orgasm. The wall within her began to give way and cum dripped out of her pussy like a faucet had been turned on. It hit the deck floor and splashed up Johnny's legs which made him go even faster. As the last waves of ecstasy rocked her body, she felt Johnny spasm inside of her. She felt her bowels fill with his semen and it was a feeling like no other that she had experienced before. They remained locked together, his cock inside of her, as he rocked gently a few more times. No one said anything as he pulled himself slowly out of her. She leaned forward and rested her entire weight on the table.

Johnny playfully leaned down and bit her on the ass.

"I bet you wish you had given me an A now, don't you, Mrs. C.?" he smiled.