0 comments/ 39623 views/ 4 favorites Latina's History Class By: Latina “Good morning, class,” Latina beamed. “Welcome to History 101. Today we’re going to review some historic dates of the past 100 years,” she gushed, “and over the semester, we will look at each event in detail.” A chorus of groans went up from the roomful of 18-year-old high-school seniors. “OK, let’s start with an easy one,” she continued, ignoring the groans. “Stock investors just kept boosting stock prices up and up, confident that there was no ceiling to how high stock prices could go. But the economy just couldn’t support these inflated stock prices, and the whole economy came crashing down. When was this?” “My dad said his stocks plunged just last week!” one teenage boy called out. “Very good, Jimmy. But what I’m talking about, happened on October 29, 1929. That’s a very important date, because as a result of that stock market crash, within four years, the economy got so bad that one-third of all Americans who were able to work, could not find jobs. And it took a world war 12 years after the crash to finally turn the economy around.” “BORRRR-RING!” on boy called out, as some other boys threw crumpled papers, shot spitballs, and loudly and repeatedly dropped books on the hardwood floor. Ignoring the ruckus, Latina continued teaching. “That war was World War II. The next important date to remember is...” She turned on a cassette tape of an all-too-familiar speech: “Yesterday, December Seventh, Nineteen Forty-One, a date that will live in infamy, the United States was suddenly and deliberately attacked by the naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan...” “How about something a little more recent, teach?” someone called out. “You’re a great straight-man, Tom. I was just about to go to something more recent. I remember November 22, 1963, quite vividly. Getting sent home early from school--” “Yeah!” someone shouted. “Send US home early!” “And watching on TV for 3 days as they arrested Lee Harvey Oswald for the murder of JFK, and then nightclub owner Jack Ruby assassinated the accused assassin right there in the police station!” “Or what about July 20, 1969?” She slipped a video tape into the VCR, and a fuzzy black-and-white image appeared of a space-suited astronaut climbing down a ladder. “That’s one small step for man,” the tape droned, “one giant leap for mankind.” “Damn!” someone else muttered. “Don’t you have something more--more--” “Relevant!” one of the brainier students offered. “Yeah!” several others agreed. “Hmmmm!” Latina pondered aloud. “More recent, relevant, and interesting history. Well, how about July 19, 1996?” A few students thumbed through their history books. “I don’t find that date in the book!” one cried out. “No, you won’t find it in any book,” Latina replied. “But to me, it is a VERY historic date.” “Why?” someone asked. “What happened that day?” Several students groaned. They were doubtless thinking, “Oh no, another STUPID historic date to memorize and be quizzed on.” More crumpled papers flew around the room. “Well,” Latina started, slowly and deliberately. “I had been dating this man named Frank for about two weeks. He was 40 and a virgin, and I was 45, and none of my lovers had ever given me an orgasm. But he had sweetly, gently, and not at ALL forcefully French-kissed me on our second date, and ever since then, I had been fantasizing, almost OBSESSING, about what his obviously highly-skilled tongue might feel like on my pussy. Somehow I sensed that if he ever did eat me out, his skill would bring me to my first orgasm of my life. But unfortunately, so far, he was STILL a virgin, and I had YET to experience an orgasm of my own. We didn’t know it when we started kissing on his couch that evening, but all of that was about to change for BOTH of us on that very night. Before the night was through, he would sweetly, generously offer-up his virginity to me, and he would give me MY first orgasm in the process. I would say that makes July 19, 1996, pretty historic, wouldn’t YOU?” The room quieted as young men and women suddenly sat up in rapt attention. Latina smiled at regaining control of her unruly classroom. “We had gone out dancing, and then we went to his house to talk. We sat on his living room couch for a while, just talking. Then somehow we started kissing, and soon I started to slowly unbutton my sheer white blouse. He began kissing the left side of my neck, and then he moved around to kiss the front of my neck, and down my exposed skin. As I unbuttoned each button of my blouse, his kisses followed down my cleavage. When the last button was opened, I pulled my blouse wide open, exposing my sheer, lacy black bra, and my bare stomach, under my blouse.” “Can you open that blouse for US?” one boy cat-called, and the rest of the class told him to shush. “We want to hear her story!” “Next, he kissed my tummy, then he began working his kisses back upward again. He lifted my bra straps off of my shoulders and onto my arms. Then he pulled my left bra cup down, tucking it under my breast, and he began licking and nibbling on my now hard, protruding left nipple. Now he brought my right bra cup down under my right breast, and he began his licks and gentle nibbles on my right nipple as well. My moaning emboldened him to reach around behind me, and to unclasp the three tiny metal hooks holding my bra on. My lacy black bra softly fell onto his couch, leaving my frilly white blouse wide open with nothing underneath, and giving his mouth an unobstructed path to my breasts now.” “Did that feel good?” a shapely, wide-eyed blonde named Jessica called out from the back row of the room. “It felt TERRIFIC!” Latina replied, “and I was beginning to lose control of the situation. But I didn't mind, as I completely trusted him by now, so I allowed myself to moan again. Through my open blouse, he generously showered his soft kisses on and under my breasts. I really, REALLY wanted him by now. So I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his arms, revealing a smooth-skinned but hairy chest. I had never seen SUCH a nice manly chest on any of my previous lovers. Leaning over him on the couch, my hands began slowly and gently rubbing his magnificent, irresistible chest, and stroking his wonderfully soft chest hair. As I did this, he began unfastening my skirt. But before he could remove my skirt, I grabbed his hand, and we both stood up and led each other down the hallway of his house, to his Queen-Size bed.” “Mmmmm!” Jessica cooed, her eyes closed in a dreamy swoon. “I lay down on top of his bedspread, closed my eyes, and let him finish removing my skirt. He raised my knees, gently spreading my legs apart, and he eased my sheer, silky black panties part-way down my dark legs. He began kissing my right foot, working his way from the ankle, around to my toes, sucking one toe at a time into his mouth. He then moved to my left foot, again kissing my ankle, kissing all along my foot, kissing my toes, and sucking my toes one by one into his mouth. He began rubbing his left hand up my left leg, from my foot on up. His kisses trailed up my leg, about six inches behind his hand. He grasped my lacy black panties firmly in both hands. He then reached inside to rub his fingers over the outside of my pouting pussy lips. Finally, he slid my soaking-wet panties completely off of me. His hand came to rest on the outside of my by-now-quivering pussy, as his kisses caught up to my inner thigh.” “Does that really excite a girl?” a boy named Freddie asked. “I mean, I’ve never tried that, but nothing I do with my girlfriend seems to work, she just sits there, motionless, like a LUMP!” “Damn right it WORKED!” Latina replied. I was SO turned-on, that I began massaging my breasts, arching my back, and swaying my hips in my desperation to finally feel his tongue against my hardening clit.” “Mmmm!” the shapely blonde Jessica loudly and dreamily interrupted Latina’s narrative. “I wish the guys in THIS school knew how to do a woman like that! The boys in this school care only about giving their DICKS some pleasure, they couldn’t care less if the GIRL is enjoying herself! There isn’t a real MAN like your Frank anywhere in this ROOM,” she challenged. “I should know, I’ve TRIED just about every guy here, and not one of you is any damned good in bed!” “Well, Frank was DEFINITELY no boy. At age 40, this man knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he began playing with the thick triangle of brown hair between my legs,” Latina continued. “I squirmed and wiggled beneath his teasing, and I moaned for him to lick me. He knelt on his knees between my spread legs on the bed, and he slid his long, thin middle finger DEEP inside of my dripping pussy. His thumb gently rubbed and pressed against my throbbing clit. My lust slowly washed over my body, starting with a tingling in my toes, and working its way up in waves. “He cupped both of his hands under the cheeks of my ass, and he pressed his face against my desperately hungry pussy. He started with kisses on my outer pussy lips, and around my still partly-hidden clit. His tongue FINALLY darted out of his mouth, and that beautiful tongue of his at last began working its own special brand of magic on me. “His teeth began a very gentle nibbling on my outer lips, and then moved up to my clit. Beads of my gathering lust were beginning to seep out of me, and to coat the outside of my wide-open pussy. His fingers gently pried my outer pussy lips open even WIDER, and his tongue darted deep inside of me, licking the gathering moisture from my inner walls. My breathing grew heavier, and my passion built from deep inside me in wave after ever more excited wave, as his lips, tongue, and teeth continued to relentlessly work me into total erotic frenzy.” By now, a dozen or more horny teenage girls had their hands up their skirts to calm their excitement over hearing these details. Not a boy was yelling or throwing paper now, they all wanted to hear every detail, and to learn how to please their OWN girlfriends like that. “My hips began swaying up and down,” Latina continued, “more rapidly with each of his tongue's licks. I wrapped both of my dark, shapely legs around his back, holding his head and neck in a tight scissor-lock. He gently clenched his teeth onto the hard nub of my excited little clit. My passion began to gush rapidly, and then slowed to an ooze, from around my clit, flowing slowly and thickly onto his tongue. That was my first orgasm in my 45-year life, but he would give me two MORE that night!” “What does an orgasm FEEL like, teacher?” a rail-thin brunette named Sally asked. “Like Jessica said, none of the mere BOYS in this room knows the first thing about pleasuring a woman!” “You’ve NEVER had an orgasm?” Latina asked. “Well, don’t feel bad, I was a virgin until I was 23, and none of my lovers, nor my first husband, managed to give me an orgasm, EVER! It was only this first time with Frank, when I was 45, that I experienced one for myself.” “Yes, yes!” Sally replied, “But what does it FEEL like?” “You know how good your mouth feels when you eat your favorite food in the whole world? How you want to savor every bite very slowly, making the enjoyment last as long as possible? Now imagine that sensation in every nerve on every square inch of your body, from head to toe. Then multiply that sensation by about 100. And even that pales compared to the feeling of having an orgasm with the man you love!” “Wow!” Sally cooed. “I can’t even IMAGINE that! Did you give HIM an orgasm?” “Well, not to boast, but yes, I did.” “I’m not surprised,” one boy called out. “Looking at you in your miniskirt, and listening to your story, you’re getting ME hard!” Several girls tittered. “I started by rolling him onto his back, and I began kissing his chest. I gently nibbled on his nipples, and they grew hard. His hips and ass bucked up and down off the bed. I started kissing and licking my way down his body, stopping for a while to concentrate on kissing and licking his belly button. He twitched, squirmed, and moaned beneath my lips on his navel. I rubbed my fingertips and palm over him, right through the fabric of his trousers. I slowly, teasingly unbuckled his belt, and as I did, my fingers continued to feel his growing bulge underneath. With his belt unfastened, I now released the tiny metal clasp holding together the waist-band of his trousers. I let the very tips of my fingers brush the fabric over the pulsing, straining tip of his cock-head. I now slowly unzipped his trousers, and he raised his ass off of his bed, to let me slide his pants down his legs, until his trousers softly fell to the floor. He raised his hips again, to let me slide his underwear off of him, and his briefs also softly fell to the floor.” “RRRRRINNNNGGG!” the school-bell buzzed. “Well, that’s it for today. Tomorrow, we’ll pick up where we left off.” Latina was pleasantly surprised the next morning. Her students were all dressed clean and nice, no stained T-shirts or torn jeans. They sat up prim and proper, ready for the day’s history lesson. They had even written the date on the blackboard: July 19, 1996. “Where was I yesterday?” Latina smiled. Jessica, the blonde, reminded her “You had just removed his pants and underwear. I’m DYING to know, what did you find underneath?” “Oh, yes. Well, you can imagine, by this time I was already VERY eager to see what his cock looked and felt like, and believe me, he did NOT disappoint--not at ALL!! He was fully erect and lovely; just the shaft alone was 7 inches long, and about 2 inches across. The head added another full inch to his length, so at 8 inches, his was definitely the longest and thickest cock I had ever seen, even in photos.” “Wow!” several of the girls swooned. “That sounds DIVINE!” “I’d LOVE to have MY mouth or MY pussy just STUFFED to overflowing with 8 inches of a REAL man’s cock!” Jessica agreed. “Not these little BOYS in this high school!” “His wonderful manhood was already VERY hard,” Latina continued. “It protruded straight out of his balls, flat along his tummy for 8 long inches, and ended with the more-than-two- inch wide tip resting on his navel. “ “Didn’t you just want him EVERYWHERE?” Jessica asked dreamily. “Well, as you can well imagine, on seeing what a nice manly package he was carrying, I couldn’t resist immediately dropping to my knees on the bed, and leaning down over him. I appreciatively kissed the very tip of his cock, watching it grow ever-harder. I then kissed my way slowly down his throbbing shaft, all the way down to his tight balls, which I now cupped in my hands. I now slowly licked my way back up his thick, stiff shaft. When my mouth got all the way back up to the very end of his long shaft, I kissed the tip again. I then licked the tip, and I kissed all around the head of his cock. I slowly slid my mouth down over his huge cock-head, pushing him flatter onto his back, as I leaned over him and sucked.” “How did it feel to suck on SUCH a big cock?” an astonished Sally asked. “The first inch of his cock's length was all head, and the second inch was that roughly-textured red area just below the head. But not to worry, that still left six beautiful, hard, solid, loving inches of smooth-skinned, muscular shaft, to descend past my hungry mouth, and down into my eager throat. As he slid his big, hard, beautiful cock in and out of my hungry mouth, his hips began thrusting upward, steadily and eagerly upward, as my head slid down over him. I relaxed, eased into the moment, closed my eyes, and daydreamed about the pleasures that we were just starting to share. After, oh I don’t know, maybe 50 or 60 strokes down into my throat, I could almost FEEL his come rising out of his balls, and slowly up the inside of his thick shaft, as he let out a deep, masculine grunt. His warm, white cream began to ooze out of his cock's tip, and onto my tongue. I continued to lick at his cock, savoring his sweet taste. I felt the most serene look wash across my face as my loving sucking and his sweet explosion filled my innermost being with peaceful contentment.” “What does a man’s come TASTE like?” Sally wanted to know. “Sweet. Warm. Somewhat sticky. Slightly salty. It’s usually not more than a teaspoon or two, although when it’s shooting so wonderfully down your throat, and you’re gulping and swallowing, it FEELS like a couple of gallons pouring straight down into your tummy! It’s DEFINITELY an acquired taste, but once you get used to the taste of the man you love, as he’s loving you in your mouth, there’s NOTHING else tastes as good, and you start to crave that taste a LOT!” “That’s great, but did he ever FUCK you?” Freddie asked. “No, he didn’t FUCK me. He made sweet, beautiful, kind, gentle love to me.” “What’s the difference?” one of the high-school jocks asked. “That’s the trouble with you JOCKS!” Jessica jeered. “If you were a true gentleman and a good lover, you’d KNOW the difference. Tell him, teacher!” “Well, I wouldn’t put these boys down. They just need to gain the maturity to know what makes a good lover. A good lover is a lover who can make each sexual act special and memorable. That’s what we’ve been talking about. Sex that is SO memorable that I’ve memorized every detail, even the date, and I consider each sexual episode as one of the great historic moments of my life. A good lover makes his woman feel that he cares about HER. And the BEST lover does this EVERY single time, and NEVER leaves his woman feeling let-down. And that’s why what Frank did next was making love, NOT just fucking. EVERY time with him is GOOD, but every few months or so, there is that one day, like our first time together, when EVERYTHING is absolutely perfect, and we make a soul connection on a cosmic level. And when that happens, it’s MUCH more than just fucking, it’s magical, memorable, and YES, even historic! It is the meeting, merging, joining, melding of two souls into one soul that is FAR stronger than the sum of its parts. And since our souls join at our sex organs, it is naturally the most EXQUISITE feeling in the known universe!” “Anyway, to continue, he lay down on top of me, and he gently spread my legs apart. He was making love WITH me, not TO me. He kissed my mouth, my neck, and then my breasts. Then he used both of his index fingers to gently pry my pussy lips open, and he carefully eased a loving finger inside. I clutched my breast, I spread my legs wider, my fingers held my pussy lips open wide for him, and I eagerly thrust my hips upward. His fist wrapped around his thick shaft, and he guided it in. And with that simply gesture, he gave up his 45 years of virginity, choosing to share his most-precious gift with ME. That was making love, it was NOT merely fucking. I’d had 22 years of boyfriends and even a husband fucking me, and it was NEVER like this!” “I felt love and lust and pleasure and such a jumble of feelings inside of me, and all I could think to do was to lovingly wrap my legs around him, and I rested my feet on the cheeks of his ass, as he slowly eased his thick shaft into me. With each thrust into the depths of my hungry pussy, the very tip of his cock rubbed ever so briefly against my magic button, before passing lower and deeper into me. I used my feet, resting on his ass cheeks, to push and pull his firm, toned butt, so that the deep thrusts of his big cock in and out of my soaking-wet pussy would proceed at maximum pace. He exploded into me, just as he completed about his fortieth very rapid downward thrust. This instantly triggered my own orgasm. He left his cock buried deep inside of me, and he wrapped his arms around my back, in a gentle and very loving embrace. His still-hard cock began throbbing away deep inside of me, pulsing once for each beat of his heart.” “How did he do THAT?” Jessica asked. “No boy has ever throbbed in ME after he came. They all just go limp and pull out, roll over, and go to sleep.” Latina's History Class The other girls in the class nodded their agreement. “Most of my lovers have been like that, too,” Latina agreed. “But I don’t think he was controlling it, it was just a natural and involuntary reaction to coming inside the woman he loves. He did that EVERY time we made love, and he still does. EVERY time!” “With all that throbbing,” Sally asked, “Did he come again?” “Not right away. He rolled me onto my right side, and he lay nearly perpendicular to me, with his cock still buried deep inside of me. He plunged in and out of me like this 3 or 4 times, and I had my third orgasm of that night. He kept plunging VERY slowly in and out, and he waited for me to finish coating his lovely cock with my eager juices, before he came inside me again. In one night, I had gone from never having experienced an orgasm at all, to having THREE! I lay on my left side, with his right arm under my side, and his left arm wrapped around my back. My head was under his arm, and my left hand rested on top of his chest, with my right hand on his hip. I felt so safe in his arms.” “So what happened to this guy?” the blonde Jessica asked. “I married him, of course! It’s been almost five years, and I lost count after about 1,000 orgasms in just our first year together.” The next day, Latina wrote June, 1997 on the blackboard. “What happened on THAT date?” Tom wanted to know. “He turned my birthday into a week-long celebration. Each evening for a week before my birthday, he gave me a present that showed a great deal of creativity and imagination, a gift that was unexpected and yet EXACTLY what I needed and wanted. And every night during that week, he also gave me the gift of a hot, new sexual technique. These gifts ALSO showed a great deal of creativity and imagination, and were unexpected and yet EXACTLY what I needed and wanted. The gifts and the sex reaffirmed how deeply he truly loves me.” “That’s it? You’re not going to tell us the DETAILS of this date?” “No, you can read the rest of the story on the Internet.” She wrote on the board: http://www.literotica.com/storyxs/stories/lb_ir_1001_e0.shtml Latina then wrote another date on the blackboard: September 12, 1998. “That’s another historic date for me. All my life, I had fantasized about making love in a waterfall. Thanks to Frank, I’ve now made that fantasy a reality SEVERAL times. But September 12, 1998, was the first and most memorable time. You can read about it at: http://www.literotica.com/storyxs/stories/lgs_ir_1001_e0.shtml “January 1, 2000,” she wrote now. “That’s the day he perfected his new tongue technique. He extends his tongue way out, and he VERY slowly licks across his upper lip, from one corner to the other. The secret is, he does that WHILE his mouth is pressed tightly up against my clit!” Now Latina wrote: http://www.literotica.com/storyxs/stories/mtmtb_ir_1001_e0.shtml I expect you to read up about all three of these dates that I consider so very historic and memorable in my OWN life, and be prepared to answer questions about them on a test next week. On Monday, Latina was surprised how well all of her students did on the test, and how enthusiastic they had all become for the same history class that had bored them so much just a week before. “Every one of you got question 4 right,” she beamed proudly. “You all knew how I knew that the party hostess had been sucking her husband’s cock the night before.” “Ooooh! Ooooh!” Jessica called. “I KNOW this one. It’s because she had the same candy stain around her mouth from her husband’s edible underwear, as you had from sucking your OWN husband, right through HIS edible underwear. Am I right? I mean, am I right?” “Yes Jessica, ALL of you had this answer right. You all did GREAT on this quiz. I’m glad and proud to see you all taking such an interest in history now. And tomorrow, we’ll talk about the most recent historic event.” Just before the bell rang, Latina wrote on the blackboard: “March 2, 2001,” and she said, “We’ll talk about THIS historic date tomorrow. That day is permanently etched in my mind in EVERY detail! The sights, the sounds, the sensations, AND the date! And THIS historic event should definitely be recent, relevant, and interesting enough for you guys to start enjoying history class again.” -- End of Part 1 Start of Part 2 The next morning, Latina strode confidently into class, feeling fiendishly sexy in only her large, cotton football jersey that barely reached a quarter of the way down her dark, smooth, shapely thighs. The jersey had been a gag gift from Frank, emblazoned with the team player number “69” --her favorite playing position in her all-time favorite sport. She deliberately reached up high on the blackboard as she wrote, so that her jersey would ride up high and show-off her skimpy, lacy purple panties underneath--the o0nly other item of clothing she had on (she was even barefoot and braless). She knew that her outfit was setting just the tone she wanted as she wrote “March 2, 2001” across the very top of the board, stretching high on tippy-toes so everyone could really SEE her pretty little panties as she wrote. “I promised to teach you about one of the most recent dates that I consider historically significant,” Latina beamed. “The evening of March 2, 2001, was a rainy and windy night. I started out the evening in the very jersey and panties that you see me in now, showing off my bare feet and dark legs, just as I am doing for you now. But for some reason, by the time I went to bed, I no longer wanted to dress this way. Independently, we both decided to go to bed completely naked. I really don’t think that either of us started out thinking about anything romantic or sexual. It’s just that we are so used to cuddling-up naked together whenever it’s a stormy night, holding each other warm and safe against the horrible weather just outside our window. Usually it is nothing more than that. And the evening of March 2, 2001, started out just that way, too, just cuddling against the storm, just like so many previous stormy nights. After we had held each other for a while, I turned on my left side, ready to fall asleep. My loving husband also turned on his left side, cuddling up behind me, spoon fashion. He draped his strong, manly right arm over my curvy right hip, across my waist, and his hand cupped under my bare left breast. His index and middle finger lightly pinched, in open scissor-fashion, on both sides of my left nipple. For my part, I reached around behind me, and I rested my open palm on his right outer thigh, feeling the intoxicating combination of thick, masculine hair on top and smooth skin under that. Thus positioned, we both fell asleep, lulled and soothed by the feel of each other’s familiar naked skin, the warmth of each other’s bare bodies, and the tap of the rain as it pelted the roof and the window panes. Frank tells me I was lightly snoring, the air escaping from my open lips to form a soft “pooooh!” sound. He said that he likes the gentle way that I snore, that it comforts him, and reassures him that I am still there at his side, that our love is still there, as strong and unshakable as ever. I don’t know whether it was my soft snoring, or the patter of rain outside, or the dream-like awareness that he and I were naked in bed together. But Frank awoke about two hours later, and he couldn’t resist the impulse to softly kiss my shoulder-blades, with a feather-light touch of his sweet lips, while he massaged my back with his fingertips and his flat, open palms. His lips and hands very gradually increased in pressure and intensity--I mean, like once every 25 or 30 strokes of his hands or peck of his lips, I would notice a subtle increase in speed and pressure. I softly moaned my approval and appreciation for how good his loving, romantic, non-sexual touch was making me feel. After about 30 minutes of his pleasurable massage on my shoulders and back, my soft “Mmmmm!” turned to a slightly-louder “Oooooh!” as my contentment led to my first subtle stirrings of desire way down deep in my purring pussy. I think he noticed this first subtle stirring of my arousal, as now his hands moved VERY slowly, gradually down my back, until after about another ten minutes, he began working-out a knot that I hadn’t even noticed, at the base of my spine. His soft, soothing, loving, yet strong and HIGHLY masculine touch there made me conscious of just how sore my lower back had been until then, and just how much better his attention there was making me feel. His soft kisses followed behind his hands, down my back, until he was kissing the base of my spine. His long, thin index finger slowly traced the crease where my ass meets the tops of my right leg. Just when one finger had finished tracing across the crease of my ass, and I thought he was all done, his middle finger unexpectedly followed his index finger in tracing my ass crease. Now both fingers repeatedly walked across the base of my ass, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster, sometimes tracing my ass-crease with one finger and sometimes with two. I purred with delight at his varying touch across my ass. I realized then that this evening, he would keep me guessing, never quite knowing what new touch or what new pleasure to expect from him next. I guess that is when I first started to realize that this evening, March 2, 2001, would become very special and extremely memorable. But I didn’t have a chance to think about that for long, because now his kisses followed his fingers in tracing across my ass crease. He slowly kissed his way across my right ass cheek, and then continued his kisses across my left ass cheek as well. His fingers gently slid between my ass cheeks, and spread them open just enough for his fingertip to massage my pouting outer pussy lips from behind. Like all of his previous actions that evening, his massage on the outside of my pussy started very slowly, barely touching me. His finger circled and swirled, and he VERY gradually increased his speed and pressure, as he had done throughout this wonderful and therapeutic massage. I let out another contented, purring “Mmmmm!” That was my BIG mistake! He sensed that I was getting too excited too soon, and he determined to slow us both down. So he slowly withdrew his fingers from both my pussy lips and my ass. He then resumed his kissing and massaging, reversing direction up my back, returning toward my shoulders, where he had started. I felt as if his massage had been a movie that had been slowly building my interest in the plot for more than an hour, only to have the projectionist abruptly stop the film, stop any further forward development of the story-line, and start rewinding, frustrating me by showing me the first half of the film backwards now. I felt his warm, gentle hands and soft, soothing kisses retreat up my back, away from my welcoming pussy and ass. I groaned out my frustration. But I needn’t have worried. Just as his kisses and caresses returned up away from my pussy and back toward my shoulders, he scooted himself forward, into my hips. Remember, he was still lying behind me, both of us on our left sides on the bed, both facing toward the window and the raging storm outside, while building toward a raging storm of our own right there in our bed. What his forward shift into my hips did, of course, was to cause eight solid inches of warm, hard, throbbing, and VERY lovely cock to press firmly, wonderfully, into the crack between my ass cheeks. His bulbous cock-head pressed SO delightfully up into the base of my spine, that I moaned again, even louder than before. As he continued kissing all over my back and massaging my shoulders, his two-inch-thick cock rubbed and slid along the length of my ass crack and against my lower back. I reached around behind me, and I began stroking up and down his toned, muscular leg, from his hip down to his ankle, and back up again. I could feel his smooth skin, as each dark hair on his leg brushed against my exploring fingertips. His strong right arm now stretched so very lovingly across my hip and my waist, cupping under my soft-but-firm, round breasts, as his index and middle fingers pinched, rolled, and massaged my wide, dark, reddish-brown areolas and my hardening nipples. His fingers on my nipple, his kisses on my shoulders, his cock against my ass, and all of this after more than an hour of lovingly massaging my back--just how much pampering can one woman TAKE in one night? I was about to find out! He moved his kisses from my shoulders, around to the side of my neck. His finger-tips delicately brushed my dark, shoulder-length hair out of his way. From behind me, he kissed and sucked all over the side of my neck, careful to avoid letting his teeth graze the tender, delicate flesh of my neck. His sucking lips applied just the right pressure against my neck to send me into a romantic swoon, without leaving a pesky “hickey” mark. Without missing a beat in his romantic neck-nuzzling, he let his fingers move down from my breasts, lovingly stroking and caressing my curvy hips, my slightly-rounded tummy, and my navel. All this time, his beautiful, thick cock continued to rock and sway all along the length of the crack between my ass cheeks. I wanted--no, I NEEDED--to return the pleasure he was so slowly, sweetly, and selflessly giving to me. So I stopped rubbing my hand up and down his leg, and instead I moved inward to caress his smooth inner-thigh. Then moving inward to gently cup his huge, swollen balls. Then finally upward to encircle my small fist around his thick, pulsating shaft, the shaft that my starving pussy was already starting to crave so intensely. Taking my actions as his cue that I was more than ready to play, his hand slid down from my navel, his finger-tips swirling in my thick carpet of dark pubic hair, applying steadily more pressure against my mound. He knew full well that my G-spot was directly underneath, on the INSIDE of where his fingers now pressed on my outside. Without even touching my pussy yet, he was ALREADY applying such sweet, subtle pressure to my G-spot! I thought myself to be SUCH a lucky woman, to have a man who knows EXACTLY when and where to touch me, who knows when and where I most needed his touch at any moment. I felt myself dampening in anticipation of those SAME finger-tips making much more DIRECT contact with my G-spot before too much longer. As a true soulmate so often does, he seemed to read my mind now. He rolled me onto my back, and I moaned at the delicious thought that now I was about to get me some of my man’s sweet, pounding loving. But he was still in a mood to tease, and instead of giving me the thorough fucking that I thought I wanted and needed just then, he began kissing the front of my neck! “Don’t kiss me, FUCK me!” I thought. Once more, I grunted my frustration that his attention had yet again wandered from my hungry pussy. But as he kissed my neck, I started to squirm and twitch in delight, and I realized that he had made the right decision after all. He knew, and I knew, that by not rushing into an immediate fuck, by ever-so-slowly building my anticipation in this way, he was already ensuring that March 2, 2001, would join that short list of the most memorable days in my life. His kisses moved down from my neck, into my cleavage, then circling from above my breasts, all around the outside circumference, past my under-arms, around the underside of my breasts, back up into my cleavage. Finally, his kisses spiraled inward, first encircling the circumference of my sensitive, wide, reddish-brown areolas. At last, his kisses spiraled all the way inward, zeroing-in on my nipples. The contact of his lips on my nipples soon enough made them big and rock-hard. His tongue swirled all over my right nipple and areola, then his lips sucked my right nipple up into his mouth, and his teeth began gently nibbling at my nipple. I thrust my chest upward to make closer contact with his mouth, and I began twisting and squirming with the sheer pleasure of it all. His right hand snaked down from cupping my breasts, over my tummy, until his palm pressed on my triangle of thick, dark pubic hair, and I could feel his subtle pressure on my G-spot again. His long, thin middle finger slid across my throbbing, pulsating clit, down into my wetness, and curled along the top of my inner walls, until his curled finger-tip was directly massaging my G-spot. His thumb circled and swirled all over my engorged clit, while his fourth finger (the one next to his pinkie) slide right straight up into my ass. A finger on my G-spot, one on my clit, and one in my ass: sheer BLISS! While the fingers of his right hand were simultaneously pleasuring my clit, G-spot, and ass, his left hand slid under me. His left hand now cupped, kneaded, and massaged my ass cheeks, and again traced the creases where my ass cheeks meet the tops of my short but shapely legs. Through all of this, his lips, tongue, and teeth continued to work-over my areolas and nipples, so I used my left hand to cup under my breast, holding it in place for his mouth, and enjoying the feeling of fingers cupping under my breast--even if they WERE my own fingers! My hips began bucking up and down on our bed, as I twitched, shook, gyrated, and moaned from his simultaneous attention to my breasts, clit, G-spot, and ass. My shoulders still felt the tension-relieving pleasure of his earlier kisses there, my spine was SO relaxed from his earlier stress-releasing massage, and my neck was still tingling from his earlier romantic and sexy neck-nuzzling. In short, my whole body was on sensory overload, slowly heating-up, gradually building toward what I already knew would have to be one of the most incredible, absolutely-amazing orgasms of my life. I felt myself building toward a shattering climax that I knew would make March 2, 2001, one of the most memorable dates in my life, a true historic occasion. I reached out, and I slowly rubbed my palm over his hardening shaft, before wrapping my fingers around his lovely cock and slowly, gently pumping him inside my fist. “Mmmmm!” I cooed, “Nnnnnice cock! Is that ALL for ME?” “All for YOU, honey. Only for YOU!” As I slowly, teasingly pumped his long, thick, pulsating cock in my fist, I put on my sexiest, most-seductive little-girl voice. Whining like a spoiled brat, I moaned, “Mmmmm! MINE! Mine, mine, MINE!” Frank chuckled at my mock-girlish glee. “Yes, baby, he’s ALL yours!” I knew the deeper truth of his statement. While he had done some foreplay with previous girlfriends (you simply don’t get to be THAT good at cunnilingus without a LOT of practice), he had held-off “going all the way,” waiting until he would find his one true soulmate (again, lucky me, that I turned-out to BE his long-sought soulmate, and he turned-out to be the soulmate I had never found even through 17 years of my first marriage). On our very first time in bed together, he had given me that most precious gift of surrendering his virginity to me. So his cock really WAS all mine, as he said, because it had never slipped into ANY other woman but me. “Mmmm!” I cooed. “I AM such a very lucky, LUCKY girl!” All this time, his thumb continued to circle and swirl and press on my clit, as his long, thin middle finger explored my inner walls and massaged my G-spot. As I coated his finger with ever more dampness, he moaned, “Mmmm! I just LOVE feeling you get so EXCITED!” His simple words made me buck even harder on his finger. Swooning, my eyes closed, I imagined that I was feeling his thick cock, not his slender fingers, circling, probing, and exploring every hidden nook and cranny of my hot, horny little love tunnel. Just then, when I thought that the pleasure couldn’t GET any more exhilarating, my pussy betrayed my excitement to him, as she always does (the traitor!), by loudly smacking and squishing against his probing fingers. Latina's History Class “Mmmm!” He moaned again, “She’s TALKING to me!” “Mmmm! Really? What’s she SAYING?” “Mmmm! I’m not sure. YOU tell ME!” I smiled. “She’s telling you she’s HUNGRY, baby!” “Hungry? Hungry for WHAT, exactly?” “As if you had to ask, silly. You just want me to SAY it. OK, OK, she’s hungry for COCK! She WANTS cock! She NEEDS cock! She CRAVES cock!” “So she just wants any old cock?” “No, of course not, honey. You know how FUSSY she is. You KNOW there’s only ONE cock in this whole, big wide world that could ever satisfy HER hunger. Only ONE cock that has EVER made her come!” “Oh, and where would you suggest I find that specific cock for you?” he teased. In silent reply, I gave his 8-inch long, 2-inch thick, hard cock a gentle, loving squeeze. “WHERE do you find the cock I need? Why, right in your own PANTS, sweetie! You KNOW that I need YOUR cock, silly! I want YOUR cock, only YOURS! And right now, I think I DESERVE your cock, the best cock I’ve ever HAD!” “Yes, you DO!” he laughingly agreed. “You’ve been SUCH a naughty girl, you DESERVE a good fucking.” “No, I deserve an EXTRAORDINARY fucking. And you KNOW that you are the ONLY man for THAT job!” Our mutual silliness and playfulness seemed to turn him on even more, and he leaned down and very lovingly, appreciatively kissed my thick, dark triangle of pubic fur. He let his broad, flat tongue take one long, slow leisurely lick up the length of my pussy slit, and across my hot, horny, throbbing little clit. “Mmmmmmmm!” I swooned. “that feels WONDERFUL, honey! But I said I need COCK, not your TONGUE!” Then in my huskiest, sultriest, desperately-horny wench voice, I commanded him to “GIVE it to me!” He scooted his way up the mattress, from having his face between my thighs, until his legs nestled comfortably between my own widely-spread legs and my raised knees. I lovingly, longingly wrapped both of my hands around his long, thick, rhythmically-pulsating cock, and I gently guided his massive manhood to the very edge of my wide-open, dripping, and by now desperately-horny slit. He slowly sank just his cock-head into me, and already I started juicing-up, completely out of control. “Mmmmm! Yyyyyeeessss!” I repeated. “GIVE it to me!” He had been slowly teasing me all night, so I guess I wasn’t overly surprised when his teasing continued as he SLOWLY eased his cock down into me. When only the first of his eight solid, loving inches had entered me, my pussy muscles immediately, and completely-involuntarily, contracted around him in pre-orgasmic ecstasy, squeezing, squeezing, SQUEEZING, tighter and ever tighter, around his warm, stiff, and VERY welcome love muscle. “Mmmmmm!” I reiterated from my nearly-trance-like state of arousal. “I am SUCH a lucky girl!” Another 30 to 45 seconds elapsed, as he SLOWLY fed me his SECOND wonderful inch of deliciously-throbbing masculinity, and my pussy contracted even tighter than before. I whispered desperately, seductively, in his ear, for him to “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me. PLEASE give me your sweet loving, baby.” I couldn’t HELP begging for it. You see, our love for each other is SO strong, we are SUCH perfect soulmates, that when we are apart, I feel like half of my body and half of my soul is missing, and when we’re together again, I just turn into this completely-uncontrollable SLUT! I just can’t HELP craving his lovely hard COCK! Wanting, needing, that powerful feeling of two kindred souls lovingly joined at the crotch. Even right now, just thinking back to that night and telling all of you about it, I’m getting HORNY all OVER again! As if to prove her growing horniness, Latina hiked-up her “69” football jersey before the whole class now, as she thrust three probing fingers down the front of her lacy purple panties, an activity with which several boys in the class now offered to help. -- End of Part 2 Start of Part 3 “Mmmmm! I know EXACTLY what you MEAN!” Jessica called out from the back of the classroom. “Right now, I just can’t keep my HANDS off of my TONY!” With that remark, Jessica stuffed her whole hand down the front of the waistband of the nerdy, bespectacled boy seated next to her. He was a total opposite of the jocks she usually dated. But Latina’s story was making Jessica TOO horny to care. She just needed to hold onto a cock, ANY cock, and Tony’s was the closest cock to her at that moment. She smiled, cooed, and giggled as she felt Tony grow to a very impressive length and girth, throbbing eagerly against her exploring palm and finger-tips. “Oooh!” she bubbled, “Looks like my Tony is ready to PLAY! My TONY will know how to love me like no jock can, WON’T you, Tony?” At first, Tony could respond only with repeated nervous gulps. But as Jessica slowly and expertly massaged his slumbering cock to life, he suddenly took charge, sliding a finger up her miniskirt, inching up her thighs, pushing her panties aside and slipping right up into her, until he pressed directly on her G-spot. “That’s right, Jessica. While jocks are studying football plays, we nerds study-up on being expert at LOVE plays.” His finger whirled all over her inner walls, repeatedly returning to massaging her G-spot. His unexpected knowledge of exactly where and how to touch a woman, very quickly triggered Jessica’s loud, screaming, shaking, moaning orgasm, right in front of the whole class. “If you two are QUITE finished,” Latina grinned, “May I continue today’s history lesson?” But Tony had one more trick up his sleeve, sinking to his knees, slipping his head up under Jessica’s skirt, and eagerly lapping-up her ooze from one quivering orgasm on top of another. Latina and the rest of the class watched Tony’s ongoing antics, fascinated, but Latina decided to continue with the lesson anyway, because the class period was quickly nearing its end. As I was saying, with only two of my Frank’s eight delightful inches in me, I was already writhing, begging Frank to fuck me, in much the same desperately-horny state that Jessica appears to be in right now. My begging, and my frequent and relentless pussy contractions, soon caused his thick, swelling cock to pulse and flare-out even thicker against my tight, wet, slippery walls, all of which eased my ever-so-loving man even further and faster down into me now. My rapid pussy contractions began pulling him in, wanting to feel every ecstatic inch of him sink into me now. I was simply UNABLE to hold as much patience as he was showing me, for prolonging our slow build-up of sexual tension between us. His cock couldn’t HELP but slip and slide against my moist, inviting inner walls, as he slipped in faster and deeper. He was like a runaway train with no brakes now, as it rolls down a steep hill, unstoppably gathering momentum. I was loving the rapid way his cock and my pussy were pulling him into me deeper and deeper, faster and faster now. His full eight inches were FINALLY buried deep inside of me, exactly where his cock always SHOULD be, where it was MEANT to be; his perfectly-fitting cock was DESIGNED to be filling-up his soulmate’s pussy at all times! The sensation was absolutely MAGICAL as I felt his balls banging up against my outer walls, as if his balls were trying to crawl up inside of me along with his cock. Believe me, if I could have found a way to stuff his balls into me, I would have, I was THAT horny to feel as much of him filling me up as possible! As slowly as he had entered me, he now began just as slowly pulling back up and out of me again. As he started his slow retreat, I could feel my insides rearranging themselves. Desperate not to EVER let him go, my pussy lips and my extended clit were EAGERLY clinging to his cock, and the whole interior of my hot, tight, wet love tunnel was being pulled up and away from me, along with his retreating cock. When only his flared, bulbous cock-head remained in me, he began to slowly reverse direction AGAIN, easing himself back into me, pushing my stretched pussy lips and extended clit back down into me with each forceful thrust of his wonderful cock. He was trying in vain to keep my moist love channel from slipping him back into me TOO quickly. But I no longer wanted to wait for his fabulously-slow descent this time, I just wanted him to get on with SERIOUSLY fucking me! So I wrapped my dark, shapely legs around his hips, and I rested my bare feet on his naked, well-toned ass cheeks. I then pushed his hunky ass down with both of my feet, hastening his descent into my ravenously-hungry, oh-so-juicy slit. When he was all the way back in, and I could feel my pussy lips stretched to their limit to accommodate his manly thickness, I contracted my pussy muscles very tight around him again--deliberately, this time! “GGGGIIIIVVVVE it to me!” I screamed, loudly enough to wake neighbors a block away. His cock began swirling inside of me, exploring, discovering every detail of my deepest recesses. His rock-hard love organ was rubbing against first my left wall, then my right, then twitching and pressing against my G-spot and up along my ready-to-explode, pulsating, magic little love button. He started to ease out of me again, and by the time half of his shaft had retreated, I was moaning, DESPERATE for his eight loving inches to completely fill me up again, so I could coat his ENTIRE shaft with my orgasmic juices. It simply wouldn’t DO to have any part of his cock outside of me any more, so I pushed down HARD on his ass with both of my feet, drawing him very rapidly back down into me. As his cock SLAMMED back down deep inside of me, I recalled how he had been SLOWLY heating me up all night, one degree at a time, since his first soft kiss on my bare shoulder-blades more than two hours earlier. Now I was at my boiling-point! As I felt his come-filled balls slam down between my wide-spread thighs, my ass rose several inches off our bed, my hips gyrated wildly up, down, left, and right. My spine tingled, my toes curled, my breasts heaved up against his still-kissing lips, my heart raced and pounded in my ears, add then I CAME! I mean, I really CAME, panting, moaning, shaking, and spurting uncontrollably now. My whole BODY was wracked in one enormous, explosive, head-to-toe orgasm, as I finally unleashed more than two hours worth of too-long pent-up lust, desire, and passion, in the form of thick, off-white liquid ooze. Yes, I exploded my hot, creamy love juices all over his warm, thick, wonderful, manly shaft. I was oozing like an erupting volcano, out onto his pubic hair, his hairy, muscular thighs, my own thighs, and finally down onto our mattress. As I came and came and came, he moved his lips up from my breasts to my mouth, and he kissed me, a long, firm, hard, passionate kiss. I opened my mouth, and I lovingly slid my tongue up into his mouth, licking at HIS tongue, exploring the backside of his teeth and the roof of his mouth. As we frenched, he drew his whole body upward, away from the bed, backing away from me, leaving only his cock-head in my pussy now. As I started to calm down just a notch, he began slowly sliding in and out of me. Gradually, VERY subtly, he increased his pace with each in-and-out stroke of his big, hard, beautiful cock. I felt his fully-swollen cock flare even thicker, his balls twitch, and I KNEW that he was ready to finally unleash his passions deep inside of me, to give me just what I needed and wanted most right then: his COME! But my greedy little pussy beat him to it, contracting and coming violently against his shaft yet again, even before HE could come. But luckily for me, before I even finished coming, my orgasm instantly triggered his own. As he slammed down deep and hard into me for one last time, he FINALLY gave me EXACTLY what I had been craving the most: his hot, insistent flow of sweet, sticky semen, exploding fast, thick, and creamy against the deepest recesses of my slicked-up little pussy. His obvious love and all-consuming lust for me not only started to quench the fire of my lust, but also to touch the very depths of my soul. I was in HEAVEN, enraptured in the pure bliss of our strong mutual love. When his powerful series of eruptions finally finished, my feet VERY slightly relaxed their orgasmic death-grip on his sweet ass cheeks, allowing him to slowly retreat. When only about two inches of him remained inside of me, my feet slowly, gently pushed back down on his ass, lovingly easing his still-hard cock back into me. I used both of my feet to regulate his slow, leisurely pace as he gently pumped in and out of my still-hungry pussy, taking him about 15 seconds to complete each stroke. We were neither of us in any hurry now, just leisurely enjoying the pleasure of each other’s post-orgasmic bodies. After about his fifth such amazingly-slow and oh-so-wonderful stroke, I suddenly began to tingle from head to toe once more, and my feet hastily pulled him all the way back down into me one more time. But this time, I did not let him retreat, I simply left his long, thick cock completely filling me up, buried SO deeply inside of me. I was just LOVING the feeling of being COMPLETELY stuffed full of his cock, of this VERY welcome invader twitching and pulsing hard against my slicked-up walls. With my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, I moaned, and I shook from head-to-toe, as my pussy once more involuntarily, reflexively clamped down tight and hard around his big, stiff cock. Without pumping my pussy, his stationary cock came again, and at the same moment, I spasmed deeply, as I once more coated his whole lovely eight inches with my lusty pussy juices. But this wasn’t NEARLY enough. I was INSATIABLE! I was on FIRE! And so was he. “Give me MORE of your love juice!” I moaned. My few simple words, and the feel of my thick, hot orgasmic flow all over his cock, was all the encouragement he needed. He quickly drew back up, slamming hard into me once more, and releasing a volley of sperm that was even thicker and more-insistent than his FIRST orgasm had been. I felt like he was emptying GALLONS of wonderful, manly love juice into my inner-most recesses, and I absolutely LOVED it. After two solid hours of lusting for him, I was by now MORE than ready to receive EVERYTHING he had to empty into me, no matter HOW copious the volume. By now I wanted and desperately-NEEDED to feel his hot, thick, creamy come completely filling up my pussy, and he HAPPILY obliged me with his powerful orgasmic blast. As he continued to fill me full of his come, I moaned-out my ecstatic pleasure and my soul-deep satisfaction, purring contentedly, my tongue dancing merrily inside his mouth as a resounding joy overtook my body and my spirit. At last, we both calmed enough for us to turn on our sides, facing each other, his semi-rigid cock still deeply buried inside of me, as he continued to twitch, pulse, throb, swell, and flare-out against my inner walls, but at a much slower, calmer pace than before. I wrapped my arms contentedly around his back, and he tenderly enfolded me in his arms, as we drifted off into a semi-sleep, still locked together at the mouth and at the crotch. We remained in this dreamy half-sleep for 5, 10, maybe 15 minutes before he slowly eased out of me. Feeling his retreat, I groaned, not wanting him to leave my contented pussy just yet, not wanting him to EVER leave my pussy. Before he could back out completely, my pussy muscles playfully squeezed him once more. It was my happy, squeezing pussy’s way of whispering her silent “Thank you” for all the pleasure that his manhood had just bestowed upon me. He responded with a swelling pulsation of his cock against my squeezing pussy, as if to silently reply, “The pleasure was all mine.” When he finally slipped out completely, the mixture of his juices and mine oozed slowly out of my still-open pussy lips, dripping onto my thighs and the bed-sheet. Like the true gentleman he is, he quickly scurried-off to our bathroom, and returned with two warm, moist washcloths. Sitting up, facing each other, he lovingly cleaned our mixed juices off my pussy and my thighs, while I just-as-lovingly washed my pussy juices off his semi-rigid cock. We then nonchalantly tossed our washcloths on the carpeted bedroom floor, and he lay me back down on my back, plumping-up my pillow under my head for me, as he scooted down to rest his face between my widespread thighs and raised knees. For all the love and lust we had just shared, he now proceeded to properly thank me, in the form of sweet, gentle, tender kisses placed on my thick, dark pubic hair and on my still-quivering, slightly-sore pussy. He then slowly licked at my still-excited clit, which had not yet fully calmed down. His well-placed licks, of course, had quite the OPPOSITE effect from trying to CALM my clit, which grew ever LESS calm and ever MORE frantic with each wonderful, loving stroke of his tongue across it. He sucked the hard, tender nub of my clit very gently up past his lips, and he kissed, licked, and gently nibbled at my extremely-horny pleasure center. I encouraged him to turn around, so we lay on our sides, facing each other in perfect “69” alignment. His face stayed in my pussy, and my hungry mouth seemed to naturally, instinctively wrap around his growing cock. I admit it, there is simply NO better place in this whole universe where my mouth would RATHER be, where my lips feel more at home, than happily wrapped around my man’s delicious cock. My appetite for sucking my man’s cock is ALMOST as insatiable as my appetite for a fuck with him! So I was REALLY enjoying this, you BET! And all the time that I was focusing on pleasuring his cock, I was feeling HIS tongue flicking and rolling so amazingly against my clit! As he licked and sucked my clit, my mouth happily bobbed up and down over his thick shaft, merrily sucking away on the man I love with all my heart and soul, absolutely DELIGHTING in his feel and taste on my tongue. About 15 minutes into our 69, I oozed my lust out onto his tongue, and a split-second later, he exploded into my mouth and gushed down my throat. I gulped and swallowed repeatedly, eagerly, savoring every sweet, creamy drop and reveling in the heady, masculine scent of his orgasm. And all this time, I was flowing into HIS mouth, and his tongue was happily licking ME clean! Once again, I thought that I am SUCH a lucky girl! Slowly, reluctantly, my mouth withdrew from around his sweet, SWEET cock, as my eyes gradually traced up his tall, handsome, sexy body, until my gaze lingered and locked soulfully, lovingly, contentedly into his big, deep, handsome brown eyes. He seemed JUST as reluctant to withdraw HIS mouth from my pussy, and his loving gaze lingered JUST as gradually up MY naked body, until his own soulful gaze locked into mine, and as our eyes met, our lips also met in just the SWEETEST, most soulful and passionate kiss imaginable. I felt SO grateful for our love and lust, for my six orgasms, and his three, on this evening. From his first gentle kiss on my shoulders, to our last mutual and simultaneous orgasm, we had been loving each other for three spectacular, glorious hours. Other history teachers might never teach you about days like March 2, 2001, when they teach such well-known dates at the Stock Market Crash of October 29, 1929, or the Pearl Harbor attack of December 7, 1941. But in my own PERSONAL memory of important historical dates, March 2, 2001, will always rank right up there as one of my most treasured and significant historical dates. On that night, he made me orgasm from every inch of my body at once, and from the very depths of my soul. And then he did this to me not just once, but SIX separate times that night. How could I NOT consider March 2, 2001, as one of the most memorable dates in my own PERSONAL history? How could every detail of what happened on that historic date NOT be forever etched in my brain, a sweet memory to cherish for all eternity? Latina's History Class Latina’s students were mesmerized. Many of the teenage boys had their hands jammed down the front of their pants, and several of the girls were SO turned-on that they had their fingers up their skirts and prying down under their panties. Better still, some of the more adventurous students, mostly the boys and girls who had been dating each other for a while, had their fingers in each OTHER’S crotches. Still on his knees, Tony still had his face buried in Jessica’s pussy, and she was STILL writhing and moaning. Taking their cues from the suddenly no-longer-nerdy Tony, some of the formerly self-absorbed jocks were suddenly interested ONLY in pleasing their women, in giving THEIR girlfriends a historic memory that they would carry with them and treasure for all eternity, wanting to give THEIR women historic memories like those that Latina so obviously cherishes. Some of these boys might have had ulterior motives, besides wanting to be the star players in their girlfriends’s sexual fantasies. Because Jessica was so thrilled with Tony’s expertise at cunnilingus, that she was now eagerly repaying him, on her knees, generously providing him with a first-class blow-job. These jocks doubtless hoped that their girlfriends would repay THEM in this way. And why not? If they did HALF the job pleasuring their girlfriends, that Tony did with Jessica, they would have MORE than earned such an expert blow-job from their sweethearts, each and every one of them. After THIS lesson, none of Latina’s students would EVER again consider history to be a boring subject. Latina herself would have enjoyed school MUCH more if her OWN teachers had taught her this kind of history.