0 comments/ 24192 views/ 1 favorites The Guitar Lesson By: BlackJackDavy I hated working in these "gated" communities, but lately times had been harder with lesson requests coming less frequently. My band was working a regular gig at a club in Fort Lauderdale, but the revenue from this wasn't much of a living by the time we divided the money three ways. I knew that if things didn't start improving soon financially, I would have to get a regular day job. This thought made me cringe, so I left no request for lessons unanswered, as frustrating as they could be. I had been at home, practicing a new jazz tune that we had been trying to fit into our set when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver half expecting it to be one of those obnoxious phone solicitors. "Hello?" I said. "Is this Patrick Stephens?" a female voice inquired. "Yes, it is." "Good! My name is Renee Tompkins, and I am interested in taking guitar lessons." "Really. Why is that?" I said. She paused for a moment, temporarily taken aback. "Well, to learn how to play like Melissa Etheridge!" She followed this response with a trite, girlish laughter that immediately piqued my interest. She sounded sexy. I had always loved the sound of a female voice, and hers had an almost musical quality. We talked for a while, agreed on a price, and set up a time for the first lesson. Coming in, I got mildly irritated at the security guard posted at the entry gate. As I approached the guard shack, he had inspected my old station wagon, a look of mild, head shaking disgust on his face. "Where you headed, son?" he said in a southern drawl. "The Tompkins residence, Sir." "Sam and Renee? What business you have there?" I immediately felt my anger rise at this unexpected inquisition. "What the hell business is it of yours?" However, thinking better, I replied in the most congenial tone I could muster. "I'm giving a guitar lesson there today." He then looked at my loose fitting, slightly discolored T-shirt, my faded jeans, the array of guitar cases and sheet music haphazardly thrown into the backseat, and suspiciously returned his squinting gaze to my eyes. He looked at me sternly, raising his hand to his cocked, green hat, and had pushed it back a little, revealing the line of sweat on his forehead. I noticed large rings of sweat under his arms showing through his white shirt. He was an older man, probably retired military, and had no patience for the likes of me, especially on this very hot, South Florida summer day. I was just an annoyance in his life, and I obviously deserved a little harder scrutiny than the average visitor to this "privileged" development did. I was lost in these thoughts as the guard came back out of the shack. He gave me a disinterested look. "Ok. She is expecting you. Third left, then the fourth house on the right. Watch your speed." "Yeah, right. Thanks." I rolled my window up, and, I muttered "Asshole." The pivoting rail opened, and I guided my beat station wagon into the development. I stood on the edge of the paved street, my old, worn guitar case in one hand, and my lesson folder in the other. I looked up at the well-kept, single story, sprawling house with my usual cynical admiration. "Yep, she's got money." The house, painted a light peach color, had the white tile roof that was so common to these South Florida homes. The lawn was immaculate, as if someone had spent hours trimming it. I made my way up the concrete walkway to the front door. My eyes scanned the area around the door in search of the bell button. There it was, almost hidden behind a potted palm tree. I set my case down, and pushed the button. I heard the almost inaudible ring from somewhere inside of the house. The scent of a jasmine plant caught my nostrils as I waited, and I drew my breath in, enjoying its sweet aroma. I closed my eyes, and transported myself to a tropical island with the sound of a steel drum playing quietly in the background. Just as I was admiring the huge fronds of a palm tree swaying in a southern breeze, the metallic sound of someone releasing a deadbolt on the other side of the door snapped me back to reality. The door swung open, and I found myself gazing into the soft, brown eyes of Renee Tompkins. "Patrick? How are you? I'm Renee." I was at a loss for words. The first thing that hit me was her smile. She had one of those disarming ones that immediately seem to put me at ease, and I felt myself almost involuntarily returning it with my own. She looked Hispanic, with a dark complexion and almost black, shoulder-length hair pulled back and tied into a girlish ponytail. It reminded me of all of the high school crushes I had endured over girls that resembled her. She had retained a youthful, cheerleader radiance despite the fact that she was now at least in her mid- thirties. She wore blue jeans, a little on the tight side, and a loose fitting, white blouse that tucked into them. She was not petite, but very well proportioned, and my eyes fell first to the gentle slope of her large breasts, and then to her narrow waist. I quickly caught myself, and brought them up to meet her gaze. "Nice to meet you, Renee. Had a little trouble at the guard shack." "Yes, everyone says that! I guess it's a good thing, though, security wise." "Yes, I think so." I lied. "Royal pain in the ass is what it is." Her eyes looked into mine, and then dropped, perusing my casual dress, and finally resting on my battered guitar case. "Come on in. We'll work on the back porch." I picked up the case and followed her into the house. I always thought that it was interesting checking out people's 'stuff.' You could tell a lot about a person by their dwelling. This one was strictly upper class fare with the contemporary furnishings of Florida's wealthy. The matching living room furniture, the fake plants, a fireplace that was never used, the sliding glass doors covered by ornate, heavy curtains. I heard the sound of my boots clacking on the white marble tile as I followed her through the living room and into the kitchen. "Mmmm, nice ass." I pushed these thoughts away and tried to stay in 'professional' mode, looking away from the soft curves of her rear end as she walked. She made her way around a large 'island' in the center of what appeared to me to be a commercial sized kitchen, to a set of sliding glass doors on the far side. She pulled it open, and stepped out onto what appeared to be a pool deck. I followed her through it, and immediately smelled the chlorine mixed with the heavy humidity. It was a 'figure eight' pool surrounded by a very large screened in enclosure. Outside of it was the back lawn of the house, which only consisted of about five feet of grass on each side and the back, which surrounded a very high wooden fence. "Geez! You've certainly got privacy here, Renee!" I exclaimed. There was a large bar on the far side of it adorned with various nautical decorations. I immediately liked this room, and felt comfortable in the surroundings. Renee walked to a comfortable looking couch, sat at one end of it, and almost in the same motion reached down the side of it. I watched as she pulled a brand new looking hard shell case out from its place by the couch. "My husband bought this for me about a month ago. I'm not even sure how to tune it." I walked to the couch as she laid the case down on its side and unsnapped the latches. She opened it, and I looked inside. "Mmm. This is a nice guitar. A Yamaha. You're husband is good to you." At this, she just looked up at me with a thoughtful, half smile on her face. "Yes, I suppose he is, in his own way. He's almost never here. He has one of those high stress sales jobs, you know, always traveling." I immediately detected a tone of sadness in her voice, and decided that this was probably not a good topic of discussion. I sat down on the other end of the couch and opened my own case, pulling out the old Takamine guitar that had been my faithful companion through many years. I strummed it softly, checking the tuning. Renee held her guitar and looked on, trying to mimic my movements. She strummed it awkwardly, and it wasn't very long before I realized that it was badly out of tune. I looked into her eyes, and we both broke into childish laughter. "I guess I have a long way to go. " "Geez," I said, "this is your first lesson, for God's sake!" Something happened at that moment. You might say that we had a certain connection, or that we recognized a common understanding of each other, or whatever. All I knew was that I instantly felt comfortable with this woman. For the next two hours, I tried to show her the basics of tuning, strumming, and the finger positions of the four or five basic chords. I would play a part of a popular song, at the same time singing it softly, and she would look at me with those large brown eyes, mouthing the words along with me, too shy to sing aloud. She seemed to have a certain affinity for music, and picked things up quickly. I really enjoyed myself, and I found myself 'showing off' to her all of the songs that I knew. In between songs she would talk about the artists that she admired and the concerts that she had been to. I found myself talking about my life in the music business, and the famous people that I had met. We laughed often; I was very pleased to find that she had a very sharp sense of humor. It wasn't long before we were gazing into each other's eyes like old friends. Eventually, I looked at my watch, and realized that my time had been up over an hour ago! "Ok. I have to go now, Renee. Same time next week?" "Oh yes!" She said in a cheerful voice. "Don't forget the tuning, and the three songs I showed you! I'll have you 'in concert" somewhere before you know it!" As she laughed and smiled, I came to the realization that I felt a bit flushed. I was aroused! I gathered my things, and she escorted me out. On the way home, I thought of her smile, her soft skin, her scent, and the soft, smooth curves of her body. I started to conjure a fantasy in my head. As I drove, I reached down and slowly caressed my stirring cock through my jeans as I thought of her warm body against mine. That night, as I lie in bed, I found myself thinking of her again, and getting very aroused. I slowly stroked my hard cock, envisioning her soft, pliable lips pursed over the head of it. It wasn't long before I felt the waves of a strong orgasm, and the familiar feeling of the warm fluid flowing down over my hand. "God, she's hot. But she's also very married, and a valued customer, so hands off, dude!" I chuckled to myself, and fell asleep. The week went by fast, and I found myself looking forward to our next lesson. I even thought of it while my band was playing over the weekend. I had never had any problem getting women, and I ended up going home with a very pretty and petite blonde, Kim, that I knew from the club. She was nice, and I liked her, but I found myself comparing her slow responses to my cultural inferences and jokes to the sharp, witty ones that I knew that Renee would make. Later that night I slowly made love to Kim, gently caressing her smooth, tanned body, and tasting her musky womanhood. The strange part was that I kept seeing Renee's smiling face in my mind! I felt like a teenager with a crush, and I couldn't wait until the next lesson. The time finally came, and I found myself driving down her street again toward the house. As I approached, I noticed a large, jet black and shiny SUV in the driveway. I parked my station wagon next to it, got out, and walked to the front door, guitar case in hand. I rang the doorbell, and soon heard the sound of the deadbolt. The door pulled open, and instead of seeing the smiling face of Renee, I found myself face to face with an older man in a business suit. My first impression was that he resembled an actor that I had seen in some show, but I couldn't place the name. He appeared to be around sixty years of age, and bald-headed. He looked to be in good physical condition, and he was what most women would consider attractive in a fatherly sort of way. At first, he glared at me with suspicious eyes, but as he noticed my casual apparel and guitar case, softened his gaze, replacing it with an expression of mild disgust. Without addressing me at all, he turned his head toward the kitchen and called out, "Renee! Your guitar instructor is here!" He gave me one quick glance and brusquely turned away, striding into the other room. "Okay. This is one friendly son of a bitch." "Patrick! Come in, please!" She was standing in the kitchen entryway, that wonderful smile on her face, her body wrapped in a flowery bathrobe. I felt my face flush as my eyes met hers. "She's so beautiful. How could she be married to this rude asshole?" I smiled back, and she signaled me to follow her. I walked out to the pool deck and over to the couch. I couldn't help admiring the curves of her body as she walked in front of me. She took her place on it, and I took mine on the other side. She placed her hands in her lap and looked at me. "I see you've met Sam." "Yes. Is he in a bad mood or something?" She looked down, breaking our gaze. "No, he is just like that sometimes. He has to spend his whole day pretending to like everyone, so when he's home, he doesn't feel that he has to be polite." I just looked at her blankly. "Okay. I guess I understand that." "I'm not asking you too. I don't like it either. All I can do is apologize for him." "No, you don't have to. I don't mind." "Don't worry; I deal with complete assholes all the time." I smiled at her. She seemed to loosen up, and returned it with a bright one of her own. "Okay," I said, "let's get started!" We got our guitars out, and began to tune them. She struggled with the small electronic tuner that I had given her the week before. "Okay, Patrick, I'm good." "Great! Let's play "Leavin' on a Jet Plane." "I'll try. I practiced all week!" I started the song, strumming softly. Suddenly, the porch door opened. "Renee! I've got to go! My plane leaves in an hour!" She placed the guitar on the couch, and got up from the couch. "I'll be right back, Patrick." "No problem." I looked at Sam Tompkins. "Have a nice trip!" I said cheerfully, using my best phony smile. He looked at me blankly. "Yeah, Thanks." He turned and followed his wife into the house. After about ten minutes, I heard the SUV start from around the side of the house. I heard it back down the driveway, and pull away sharply, the tires squealing a little at the rapid acceleration. Renee returned, and I could almost swear that she seemed a little different for some reason. "Relieved?" She sat back down, and picked up her guitar. I thought it better to not mention the awkward exchange with her husband. We began our lesson, and the warm rapport between us picked up right where it had left off the week before. It was uncanny to me, almost as if there were no other place on earth that I would rather be. In between my instructions we would talk about music, and our common interests. I found her personality enchanting; she was so clever, witty, and knowledgeable. I rarely met women like this in the club circuit, and I found myself challenging her intellect with my own, testing her with my wit, and trying to one up her, in a friendly way. I didn't care about how much time had passed, or what I was doing that night, or next week, or next month. I was just enjoying this time with this very special woman. After a while, we took a break. She stretched her arms over her head, and gave out a little moan. She gave me a pensive expression, and began to talk. "Patrick, I just want to tell you that I think you are wonderful. I really mean it." "Well, thank ya there, little lady!" I said in a deep, comic voice. She giggled like a schoolgirl, which I thought was very sexy. "I just want you to know that I do love my husband very much, even though he can be difficult." "Okay, I understand." "Why is she telling me this?" "Patrick? Do you mind if I go for a swim?" I just looked at her. "Umm, no, not at all." I leaned back on the couch, my guitar still in my lap, my fingers gently plucking at the strings. She stood up, her back to me, and I saw her elbows move as she untied the waistband of her robe. She then opened it, and it fell to the floor at her feet. My eyes took her body in. She had darkish skin, which contrasted sharply with an orange, thong style bikini. She had the delicately muscled thighs of a female athlete, the same thighs that had been the source of so many adolescent orgasms when I was young. She stretched her arms out, raising herself up on her toes, and I watched the sinewy muscles of her lower legs flex. My eyes moved to her ass cheeks, so plump and firm, and the yellow string of the bikini that disappeared between them. I felt it suddenly, the stirring of my cock inside my shorts. "God, I don't believe it. She's so hot." I watched as she walked toward the pool. She approached the edge of it, gracefully extended on foot to the water, breaking its smooth surface with her toe, sending small, circling ripples in all directions. She turned to me and smiled. "The water's so warm, Patrick! Are you sure you don't want to come in?" I saw her bikini top for the first time. She had slightly larger than average, perfectly formed sized breasts. The yellow cups of the garment suspended their ample weight clingingly, and the tips of her large nipples made two visible bumps in their surface. I became conscious of the fact that I was staring at them, and raised my eyes quickly to hers. "Umm, I didn't bring a suit, Renee'." She looked at me for a moment, not saying anything, but I would have sworn that there was a devilish little smile on her lips. After a moment, she shrugged her shoulders resignedly, and quickly dove into the water, making almost no splash. I watched her smooth body glide through the water, my eyes drinking in her sinewy curves. She came up for air at the deep end of the pool. "Aww, your no fun! Little Patrick afraid to get wet?" She followed this with a splash of water in my direction. "Hey! Not on the guitars!" I laughed. I felt warm and flushed all over. "Is she coming on to me?" She made her way over to the ladder on my side of the pool, grabbing the rungs with her hands, and pulling herself up. She walked toward me, the water running in rivulets down her smooth, dark body. " Patrick, there is something that I want to ask you." I looked up at her, still plucking at the strings of my old guitar. "Yes?" I asked, trying hard not to stare at her nipples, now visible through the thin, wet material of the bikini top. "Do you find me attractive?" I was sweating now. "Yes," I replied in a shaky voice. "Very." She smiled down at me. "Put the guitar down, Patrick." I obeyed, setting the instrument down into the case on the floor. "Stand up, please, Patrick." I did my face now inches from hers. "You know, Patrick, I really looked forward to our lesson this week. I get so lonely here sometimes. My husband is gone so often." As she said this, her eyes dropped again. She continued talking. "He loves me, I know he does, but sometimes he is so cold and distant. He shuts me out." I didn't know what to say, so I just shook my head sympathetically. "He's not like you, Patrick. You're so warm and open. I feel like I can tell you anything. I love our time together." I looked into her eyes. I saw the loneliness, and immediately I understood. It now became apparent to me what she wanted. I slowly bent my head, and pressed my lips to hers. She pushed against me lightly. I became flushed; I felt all of the blood in my body rushing to my face at once. I placed my hands on the smooth skin of her arms and gently stroked up and down, softly caressing her. The kiss lingered, and, for a moment, all time stopped. All I could feel was the bliss of this wonderful new connection. The Guitar Lesson Ch. 02 Sam strode through the door and out to the pool deck. I spun around on the couch up into a sitting position and looked at him, my eyes wide with terror. ‘I’m dead, I know it.’ With a cold, hard expression on his face, he walked right up to Renee’ “Looks like you two have been having quite the time!” he said in a loud, curt voice. Renee’ began to sob. “Oh Sam, you don’t understand.’ “Oh, I understand, alright. Get rid of old Sam, so you can fuck the guitar teacher! My God, Renee’, it sounds like a bad romance novel! Do you think I’m stupid?” I said nothing; having just in the last, few seconds become a religious man. ‘God, please get me out of this one, and I’ll be good!’ He stood in front of Renee’, his hands on his hips, glaring down at her, every once in a while she looked at me in disgust. “I see now why you wanted these lessons. I guess my cock isn’t good enough. You need several to make you happy, Renee’.” He was beet red with anger and growing more so as each minute went by. I thought about trying to leave, but found myself frozen with fear, sitting there, naked, caught like a child with my hand in a cookie jar. Renee’ continued to sob, and began to speak in a choked, unintelligible voice that I could barely understand. “Oh Sam! I never meant to hurt you! It’s just that, well, you’re never here, and when you are you’re so cold and distant. I’ve been so lonely, Sam.” He grew silent now, and looked down at his wife, a blank, cold expression on his face. “I can’t believe you would go to this length, Renee’. I’ve been a good husband to you. I’ve given you a good life, this house, all of your nice things. How do you repay me? By being a slut, by fucking the first guy that comes along. I just can’t believe it. I knew something was up tonight, you know. I left for my flight, and I definitely had the feeling that something was wrong.” As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward the door, his back to us. He grabbed the back of a pool chair and pulled it back toward us. He placed it about 6 feet in front of the couch, facing us, and sat down in it. He continued to speak. “I was angry when I found out that my flight had been cancelled, but, deep inside of me, I was a little relieved, because I couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling that something was wrong. I drove back here, and parked down the street, away from the house. I made my way around the house, being very quiet. I looked through that window right there. You were sucking this man’s cock, Renee’. I saw the whole thing. I watched you fuck him with that slut pussy of yours.” Renee’ just looked at him, her mouth open. “You were spying on me?” “Yes, I was. It was really quite entertaining, Renee’. To say that I was extremely uncomfortable at this point would be a dramatic understatement. At this point, I just wanted to escape with my life. I decided to speak up. “Umm, Sam, I’ll tell you what. I’m just going to go, ok?” He looked at me, a half smile forming on his face. “You’re not going anywhere, my friend. I’ve just begun with you. Patrick Stephens, professional musician, and teacher extraordinaire. You have some interesting techniques, don’t you, son?” I looked away in shame. He continued. “I checked you out, Patrick, the first day you were here. I know where you live, what you do, where you play. Do you realize the damage I could do to your career if I wanted? The way I look at it, you owe me. You’ve taken my wife, filled her with your seed. How do you feel about that, Patrick?” I looked at him directly, feeling a twinge of uncomfortable anger. I thought about telling him that Renee’ had completely seduced me, but as I considered this, I glanced at her. She was a quivering mess, tears streaming down her face, and I felt a wave of compassion for her. “Look, Sam. It’s obvious that you and Renee’ are having problems, so why don’t you just let me back out and I won’t bother either of you any more.” Sam stared at both of us for a long time, not talking, just shaking his head, an angry, tight- lipped expression on his face. To say that I was embarrassed and scared, sitting there in the raw would be a dramatic understatement! Gradually, a change seemed to overtake him. Sam broke his gaze, and lowered his head into his hands in a seeming gesture of resignation. I took this opportunity to glance at Renee. She was still crying, her eyes red and swollen, and her whole body quivering with fear. I felt another wave of pity for her. My eyes fell to her body, and focused on her heaving breasts. For a fleeting second I forgot about the situation and admired their shape; the protruding nipples, the large, dark areoles around them, and the perfect, pear shaped firmness that was rare in a woman her age. ‘What was I thinking?’ I turned my gaze from them and focused on the dark form of Sam, who still sat there motionless, his head still buried in his hands. After a few minutes, he raised his head and stared directly into my eyes, and began to talk in a low voice. “She’s good, isn’t she, Patrick.” “What?” I said, incredulous. “She’s good. A good fuck.” “Sam, please.” I said. “Just admit it. She’s hot.” “SAM!” Renee cried. “Stop it!” He continued his voice an even monotone. “Is his cock better than mine, Renee?” She started to cry audibly. “Patrick, I want you to do something for me. Slide over to her.” “Sam,” I protested. “Do it now.” The way that he said this scared me even more. I slowly slid over toward Renee, my bare buttocks squeaking on the vinyl material of the couch. “Put your hand on her leg. Feel that soft skin. Do it now.” I looked at Renee and our eyes met. We could see the fear and confusion in each other’s eyes. She almost imperceptibly shook her head as if telling me to do as he said. I hesitated, then reluctantly reached out and place my open hand on the tender skin of her leg. Sam continued with his instructions. “Spread her knees apart.” I placed my hand on the inside of her leg and gently pulled it toward me. Renee spread both legs apart. I could feel her trembling. “Touch her pussy, Patrick. I know you want to. Stroke it.” I looked at Sam hard, trying to see any indication of what was going on in this unpredictable man’s mind. He just glared back at me, that same stern expression on his face. I slowly moved my hand along the soft flesh of her legs and encountered her soft pubic hair. I noticed that it was still damp from our earlier love -making. I placed my fingers flat across her opening and began to stroke her slowly, up and down. I heard a small, almost inaudible sigh come from her soft lips, and she slid her ass out more on the couch, affording me better access. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ I heard a sound come from Sam. I turned my head to him, and found him unfastening his pants. He opened them and raised his ass up off the chair, sliding them down to his thighs. His hard cock bounced out and jutted straight up angrily. He stared at us, a strange expression on his face, and wrapped his fingers around it. He slowly started to massage it, up and down. I then made the obvious observation that this situation had just taken a very strange turn indeed. ‘He’s being turned on by this!’ I turned my head away from this bizarre sight, and looked at Renee. I continued to stroke her pussy more firmly now, and could feel her wetness increasing. I started to feel hot and prickly, the blood rushing to my face, my cock feeling a very familiar twitch of arousal. “Patrick, I want you to get on your knees and eat my wife’s pussy. Do it now.” I looked at him sharply. Sam was stroking himself, his hand gripping his hardness, the bulbous, swollen head showing prominently above his fingers. I knew from his expression that there was no turning back now, that I was forced to do exactly as he said, so I slid to the floor on my knees in front of Renee. I pushed her long legs further apart, bending her knees back. I placed both hands on her thighs and pulled her torso further out on the couch. I bent my head down and extended my tongue to her soft, wet pubic hair. I found her pussy lips and pushed my probing tongue in between them, parting them. I heard her emit a gasp of pleasure. ‘Oh, I love this taste so much.’ I felt her body involuntarily spasm as my tongue searched her moist womanhood. Throwing all caution to the winds, I began to run my hands over her thighs, pushing my head further in between her legs and inhaling the musty scent of her pussy. I heard a noise from behind me, and was soon aware that Sam was now standing there over us. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was there. I could hear the sounds of his masturbation, the soft slapping sound of his hand manipulating his hardness. “She tastes good, doesn’t she, Patrick. Renee has a nice warm, wet pussy. I haven’t shared her with another man, but you have forced my hand, so I am going to enjoy this. You and I are going to give this little slut what she craves for!” I was becoming very aroused now. The stress of the day’s events seemed to have sharpened all of my senses to peak level. My cock was as hard as a rock, sticking straight out there between my legs. Renee shifted her body slightly forward on the couch. I looked up for a moment, and saw that she had taken Sam’s prick into her hands, and was licking the head. She licked it all over once like a lollipop, every so often pulling her head away a few inches to blow on it softly. As she did this, I saw a little ribbon of pre-cum hanging between the tip of its purple head and her sweet lips. She then took the entire head into her mouth and began to suck it. I felt the gooseflesh on her skin as she shivered with pleasure at the ministrations of my tongue on her clit. She moaned softly, making a humming sound as Sam slid his cock in and out of her mouth. I felt faint at this sight, the arousal almost overtaking me completely. For the first time I realized that, Sam was completely naked. Renee reached up with her free hand and gently cupped his swollen scrotum, kneading it slowly as she sucked, playing with his balls. Sam groaned with pleasure. “Patrick, stand up here. She needs to suck us both.” I slowly raised myself to a standing position next to him, my hard cock sticking straight out and bumping against Renee’s swollen cheek. She removed her hand from Sam’s balls and wrapped it around my swollen member. As she slowly slid the loose skin back and forth, I closed my eyes and moaned. She then released his cock from her mouth and moved her head to mine, licking the end of it up and down in a rapid motion. She looked up at me, and I could see that, for the moment her fear had dissipated, replaced by the absolute lust of the moment. I saw passionate desire in those eyes, and I started to feel it, too. She parted her lips and took my cock into her wet, warm mouth. I closed my eyes, and pushed my hips forward. I heard her choke slightly as she took it all the way into her throat, so I pulled back slightly. I placed my hands on her head and stroked her soft hair as her mouth sent me to paradise. I knew that I was close to Cumming, so I stopped rocking back and forth. She looked up at me with those eyes, and I could see that she understood. She pulled her head back, freeing my glistening wet cock from her mouth. “Ahh, Patrick,” Sam said, “I think I know what little Renee wants now.” At this, she looked down, as if ashamed of her own arousal. Sam took hold of her arm, and gently pulled her up to a standing position. She would not look at him, even as he massaged her erect nipples with his fingers. She looked at me, and I did not break the gaze. Our eyes melted together. Sam continued. “All right, you little slut. Lay down on the couch, on your back.” She let herself fall to the couch, at once turning her head to the back cushion. She spread her legs wide, one foot up on the couch, one on the floor. I looked down at her, and took my swollen member into my hand, stroking it at the sexy sight before me. Sam immediately took his place between her legs, and began to prod his swollen cock at her opening. Finding the wet hole, he slid into her in one motion. She let out a little yell almost sounded like pain, and grabbed his forearms with her hands. She pushed her torso against him as he quickly began to thrust into her. Sam was moaning her name as he fucked her hard, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her depths. “Yes Renee, you are my little slut. I love fucking you so much, I don’t care who’s here. You know whose cock is the best. You know that we were made for each other!” I looked down at them. Part of me wanted to smash Sam in the face for talking to her in that manner and part of me wanted to call her names too. Part of me wanted to make love to her so sweetly and gently, and part of me wanted to fuck her hard, down and dirty like a slut, like Sam was doing right at that moment. I was so turned on that I couldn’t resist stroking my cock as I watched. He picked her legs up and put them on her shoulders, slamming his cock even deeper inside of her. She was growling with satisfaction now, his cock sending waves of hot lust through her body. I could hear her mumbling an almost inaudible mantra from her lips. “Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me hard.” Sam suddenly tensed up, his muscles flexing, his face twisted in a grimace. “Oh God! I’m Cumming!” He pulled his long white, shiny prick from her pussy, and moved up on her body, over her tummy. He grabbed it, stroking it hard, and aimed it at Renee’s breasts. I watched as he shot hot cum all over her beautiful tits. He pumped and pumped, shooting load after load on her body. She looked up at me, her eyes shining, and smiled as a glob of Sam’s cum hit her cheek. Sam fell back on the couch, exhausted. “Oh God, that was so hot.” He said in a near whisper. He looked up at me. I suppose you want her now, don’t you? You want your turn at the slut.” I looked away, not answering. “Do her from behind. She loves that. Don’t you, slut?” She glared at him. “Whatever, Sam.” “Shut up, slut! “He almost yelled. Get up on your knees. Do it now!” She looked at him once more, and then quickly turned away. She rolled over on the couch, and raised her body up into a kneeling position, her ass up high. My erection had not diminished at all, and I was still incredibly aroused. The sight of her there in that position made me feel like Cumming, right then and there. I moved behind her on the couch and slid my fingers up into her wetness. I rubbed her pussy lips and clit, and she rotated her hips against my hand. I could almost swear that I heard her purring like a cat. She moaned loudly as I slid my hard cock into her in one thrust. ‘God, I love her so much!’ There, I had said it. I knew it then. I had fallen for this woman. I could not believe that I was fucking the woman I loved, here on this couch, her husband watching, leering at us. I began my fuck rhythm, sliding in and out of her in long strokes. I clutched her ass with my hands as I fucked her, her wet pussy clutching at my cock. She met my thrusts perfectly, and we seemed to be totally in synch with one another. Minutes that seemed like hours passed, and we became so lost in enjoying each other that we lost all track of time. Then, I felt it, like a thousand tiny electrical charges taking over my entire body. “Oh God, Renee! Cum with me!” We picked up the pace, my hips slamming into her hard, and her breasts swinging back and forth. “Oh God, Patrick! Yes! I’m Cumming!” I pumped my cock into her relentlessly, and we came together, our juices blending in one frenzied explosion of orgasmic euphoria that seemed to last forever. As my orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock from her wetness, and slid it up and down her crack, rubbing my semen in between her cheeks and over her crinkled asshole. We fell into a heap, clutching each other. As I regained my senses, I looked around the room for Sam. I saw him lying down on a cushion by the pool, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. He had fallen asleep! I looked at Renee in disbelief. She returned my look with one of cynicism. “He always does that after sex; he can’t help it. You’d better go now.” I hurriedly dressed as Renee gathered up my guitar and sheet music, and together we walked from the pool deck to the front door. I turned to her, my eyes sweeping over her naked, sweaty, cum covered body. I looked into her eyes, and almost felt like crying. I knew that this was our last meeting, and that Sam had won. She set the guitar down and looked up at me, her eyes big and tear-rimmed with sadness. I then took her into my arms, and held her close to me. “Goodbye, Patrick.” “Goodbye, Renee.” I didn’t say it, but we both knew it. We were in love. I picked up my instrument, turned, and left quickly, not looking back. I spent several painful days thinking of her. I could not get her out of my mind. I was sick with worry. Had he beaten her? Was she safe? Should I call? I paced my apartment, frantic with longing. Then, it happened, a soft rapping on the door. I ran to it, not knowing what to expect. I pulled it open, and there she was her suitcase by her side, her eyes tear rimmed with joy. I took her into my arms. She had come home. The End The Guitar Lesson I felt her hands on my chest, softly running them in circles over it. She then lowered them, sliding them up under the shirt over my bare chest. My skin erupted in gooseflesh at her gentle touch, and a wonderful shiver shot through my body. I clutched her arms, pulling her closer to me, my lips against hers, tasting her, experiencing this exciting woman. I felt my cock growing with hardness, pushing against the inside of my shorts as it swelled with arousal. My hands slid down her body toward those wonderful, taut ass cheeks. My fingers slid over the G-string of the scant bikini, coming to rest on their plump roundness, my fingers clutching them, feeling their tender softness, pulling them toward me. "I have to have this woman." She pushed me back gently, giving me a little smile and looking deep into my eyes. She reached behind her back and undid the tiny strap of her bikini top. It fell away, her beautiful round breasts falling to their natural state, freed of their restraint. She had large nipples, swollen with arousal, surrounded by wide, dark brown aureoles. "Oh my God.. The most beautiful sight I've ever seen." I felt light headed. I raised my hands to them, my fingers brushing over those hard, rubbery nipples. "So firm, so wonderful." My hands then cupped them, feeling their weight. I lowered my head down, and took the right nipple into my mouth, sucking it in between my lips. I heard Renee gasp with pleasure. It was nearly an inaudible moan, almost restrained. I sucked harder, pulling her swollen nipple between my teeth, and grazing it against them ever so gently. "Oh, Patrick! I want you now!" Those words were too much. I was so excited now that I felt myself shaking with desire. I raised my head and looked into her eyes, at the same time pulling her around to the couch. She laid down on it, raising her knees, her brown eyes looking into mine hungrily. "My God is she sexy!" I fell down into her, my hands caressing her body, my physical form connecting with hers, our thoughts and wanton desires melting into a hot, burning lust. I kissed her face, her eyelids, then, her neck. I smelled the chlorine from the pool on her skin, this mixed with the scent of her arousal. It was as if I was on fire, my nerve endings electric. I kissed my way down her body, over her breasts, her smooth tummy. I slowly savored every inch of her skin, kissing it and licking it like candy. She spread her legs apart wider as I lowered myself down between them. I could smell the musky scent of her arousal strongly now, and it drew me like a moth to a candle flame. I reached my fingers up and slid them under the thin material of the swimming suit. I pulled it to one side, exposing the prize underneath. Her pussy was beautiful to me, the lips like a butterfly, the moist, wet pinkness visible in between. I reached in and spread them with my finger, pushing inside of her gently. She shuddered, shifting her body slightly at my touch. I could not wait any longer; I had to taste it. I moved my head in, and in one motion, ran my tongue up between those sweet lips, savoring the taste. I heard her suck air in between her pursed lips, and once again, I felt her body shudder with pleasure. I then spread her lips apart with my fingers, and found her clit with my tongue. I concentrated on it, sucking it into my mouth and biting it gently. I held her shuddering thighs with my strong hands as I ate her sweet pussy. I soon felt her whole body tense up as waves of orgasm overtook her. She moaned so loudly, almost as if she were in pain. This turned me on even more. I slid back up her body, smiling at her. She looked back at me, a dreamy glow in her eyes. "Lay back, lover." she said in a low, throaty voice. I did as she asked, leaning back against the cushions. She got up on her knees and looked down at me; her face flushed red with droplets of sweat on her forehead, and ran her hands over my legs. "Mmm, I've got a surprise for you, Patrick!" She moved her hands up, and slowly ran them up and down the swell in my shorts, slowly massaging the length of my hard cock through them. "Renee', your husband." I said, half moaning it. "Patrick, forget about him. He's on a plane right now. Just relax and enjoy." As she said this, she began pulling down the elastic band of my shorts. I raised my hips, and she pulled them down over my ass. My cock sprung out, bobbing back and forth, swollen and red from the stimulation. I raised my feet, and she pulled the shorts off all the way, throwing them to the floor. She moved back in between my legs and placed both hands on my engorged member, stroking it up and down very slowly. "Nice cock, Patrick; I knew it would be. You're my fantasy guy, you know, I've been waiting for this." As she spoke, the waves of lust and passion overtook me, and I began to move my hips up and down to her rhythm. I was indeed under her spell now, and, at that point would have done anything for her. She then bent her head, and licked the head of my cock once, very gently. She smiled up at me, speaking in that throaty, passionate voice. "What do you want now, Patrick? Do you want me to suck your big cock? You know that I want to. Can I please?" "I am going fucking crazy. Too good to be true" "Yes, Renee'. Suck it now." She gave a soft chuckle, placing the head of my cock into her mouth. I felt the warm wetness envelope it, then the sweet ecstasy of suction. My cock instantly got much harder. She placed her hand over the base of it, and started to slide her lips up and down the length of it, while at the same time slowly stroking the skin up and down. I looked down at her, and reaching my hand out, brushed her hair over her ear so I could see my cock gliding in and out of those beautiful lips. She sucked harder, and I knew that I wouldn't last long like this. "Renee', I want to fuck you." She looked up at me and smiled, still stroking my cock slowly, the saliva running down my cock. She then pushed her face all of the way down onto my cock, and I felt it hit the back of her throat. She stayed there for a moment, and then slid it almost all the way back out of her mouth. I could tell that she was enjoying this immensely. She sucked on the head only now, playing her tongue over it, and then plunged it back down her throat. I heard her gag slightly this time, and she coughed little around my girth. She then lifted her head up, and smiled at me again. "Okay, Patrick, your wish is my command." She moved up my body, stopping when her ass was over my hips. My cock bounced against the inside of her legs, and I felt the hair of her damp pussy rub against it. She reached behind, and I felt her hand on my hardness, clutching it. She then guided it to her pussy lips, rubbing the head against them up and down. "Mmmm, Patrick! I love your hard cock." I then felt it part her lips as she lowered her hips down on it. My cock slid into her, finding the narrow, warm channel of her sex. She gasped as I filled her, my distended member invading her depths. I grabbed those sweet ass cheeks that I loved, and pulled her into me, trying to push even deeper into her wet pussy. Ohh, God Patrick, your filling me up!" She raised her hips up, and began to fuck me, slowly, methodically up and down. I raised my hips to meet each thrust, groaning aloud with passionate ardor. She began to bounce up and down on me as our rhythm increased, my cock descending to her depths and sliding back out like a piston. I looked up at her, into her brown eyes, and for a moment we were lost in time again, just the two of us lost in total passionate fervor. She lowered her head and kissed my lips, never stopping the rhythm of our sex. I felt a magnetic heat between us, almost as if we were becoming one entity. I felt her moan softly as she kissed my lips, our tongues meeting, dancing with each other. I suddenly felt a growing warmth building at a frantic pace in my loins, and I knew that it was time. My cock felt like steel inside of her warm, wetness, and the anxious euphoria was building very, very fast. "Oh fuck, that's it, I'm going to cum!" "Oh Renee'! It's time!" She clutched me close to her, and rode my cock up and down with increased speed. "Yes, cum for me, lover! Cum now!" The feeling overtook my whole being. It felt as if its own sweet little tongue was massaging every nerve ending in my body, and all of the primal instincts of my manhood screamed out at once in indescribable passionate rage. I felt my balls spasm, and begin to shoot their warm, milky creation into Renee's willing warmth. "Oh, yes, Patrick, fill me! I feel you!" I groaned loudly, bucking my hips against her. I came repeatedly, shooting out what must have been a huge amount of cum. As I finished, my entire body relaxed, and I sank back into the couch. She collapsed on top of me, and I felt my wet cum trickling down out of her soaked pussy and down over my balls. "Oh, God, that was wonderful, Patrick." "Yes, it was, Renee'" She kissed my lips again. Suddenly, we both heard a loud noise. Renee's head flew up as the door to the pool deck swung open and hit the wall. "Sam!" Renee cried. My entire body shriveled in panic, and my blood ran cold. The deep voice of Sam Tompkins boomed over everything. It was the only thing I heard. "Renee! I always knew you were a total slut! Are you having fun, fucking the shit out of this hippie?" To Be Continued...