0 comments/ 35345 views/ 1 favorites Tutoring Jan By: Premjee When I was in my freshmen in collage. My best friend was having trouble in her senior high chemistry class. Since I had the same teacher and had aced the class her parents asked me to tutor her. Jan was 18 she was a virgin she stood five foot even. She weighed 100 pounds, shoulder length blond hair, and 34b breasts. So I had no problem tutoring her. The first session went well. She felt odd about me teaching her she quickly got over it. We sat on the couch in the basement. We worked through the first chapter no problems. But there had to be a problem she just was not getting it or at least that is what her mid term grad said. The second tutoring session was quite different. She was more cuddly than normal. This was not a problem because we have been close. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand started to stroke my leg. Now this was odd but her in her hip hugging sweat pants and tank top with out a bra and her hair in a pony tall. I have never seen her more attractive. Since I had been attracted to her for years. I was not about to stop her advances. But her parents where paying me to tutor her so I was going to tutor her. That was an odd plan till her hand reached my crotch. I knew that this passed innocent along time ago and she knew what she was doing. I started to get hard and uncomfortable. She took that opening tore adjust herself. So she was facing me giving her better access to my crotch. I put my arm around her and closed the book. We started caressing each other. I knew that there was no turning back when she started unbuckling my belt and did not stop her. She pulled out my now hard cock and worked it with her hand. When the per-cum started to come out. She dunked her head down to my cock. I shuddered when I felt her mouth on my head with genital sucking and rocking motion. I pulled her tank top off witch was the only time that she stopped her blowjob. Her breast where perfect nice and up turned just right. I started to tick her nipples and she started to moan. I felt the clinch in my balls and I erupted in her mouth she swallowed every last drop. She looked up at me with a smile on her face. My cock was still rock hard and resting on her chin. I decided I had nothing to lose. 'Jan I wanted you for so long. I have to have you now.' with out a word she stood up and slid her pants off. I saw the most perfect pussy that I have ever seen. It was saved clean. I slid onto the floor and was at the right height to take her in my mouth. I started to eat her out for all I was worth. Her knees started to buckle and she started to moan. I felt her thighs tighten. She was cuming. She fell to her knees straddling me. Her soaking pussy just touching my still hard cock. 'I have never been with anyone before. I want you to be the first.' She said as she reached down and positioned my cock at her canal entrance. Then she lowered herself just stopping before taking her cherry. She kissed me deeply as she forced cock all the way into her pussy. A tear rolled down her check as she started to rock up and down. It about two minutes before I felt her come again. I pushed on to her stomach. She pushed her nice round heart shaped ass in the air. I want every thing take me now.'' She demanded. With that I drove my ridge cock into her ass. I started to pump in and out getting deeper with each stroke. Jan pured in pleasure. My balls clinched and I drove deep inside her ass and came again. We lay there for about twenty minutes. Befor she side she had to go to bed. I go up and pulled my cloths back on and dressed her as well. She walked me to the door and kissed me the check. 'Same time tomorrow ok' she said with a smile. Tutoring Jean The mid-term grades had just been posted and most of the class crowded around the board trying to see. I was near the back of the crowd and just waited. "Wow Bob, an 'A'! You must be a genius." I looked behind me to see Jean, one of the nicer looking women in the class. "What did you get?" "A fucking 'D'. Maybe I need you to tutor me." "If you want I'd be happy to try and help." "Not sure I can be helped." "The next test is in a week. Bet you can do better." "I know. The weekly tests are about as hard as the mid-term too. Can't hurt to try. You free tonight?" "Sure." - "Come in Jean." "This is some place. You live here alone?" Jean left her books on the table and walked around the great room. "Look at the city lights. I've never seen anything so beautiful." I had and I was looking at it right now. Her jean skirt was begging to be pulled off and the way those nipples were stretching the fabric of her blouse looked like they would rip a hole any second. She stood in front of a bookcase filled with books and CD's. "Van Morrison, cool. My Mom likes him." That put me in my place, but I tried not to feel old. "'Best Erotic Short Stories', you read these?" Before I could say anything she let the book fall open and began reading out loud. 'Her knees rested on either side of his face as her pussy hovered lightly above his lips, his tongue probing her wetness.' Still holding the book opened to that page, she walked towards me. "Oh-h-h Bob, you dirty man." I shrugged my shoulders. "Would you like to do that to me?" "Jean, I'm old enough to be your grandfather." She was close enough to me to almost rub that lovely body against me. "I'm not a little girl. I'm 19. Maybe I like my men to be more mature." The hand that held the book lifted it enough for her to see the page. She read more. 'Her soft folds of skin moved back and forth across his mouth forcing his tongue to drag through the ever growing puddle of juices forming on them.' "Damn Bob, that sounds just like what my pussy is doing about now. What is it going to take to get you to be like in the book?" I knew the answer was 'not much' as I continued to watch her cleavage seeming even more pronounced as her chest expanded with each breath. My hand moved without control by my mind until it rested on her waist. The book fell at our feet as she moved closer and the last few inches that had been separating us vanished. Her hand rose to hold my neck. The bottom of her blouse lifted just enough that my hand now lay on bare skin. There was no way I would stop now. Her young fingers were unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at my face. "Is that the bedroom?" - There were pieces of her clothing on the floor all down the hallway and into the bedroom. I stood next to the bed looking at one of the nicest naked bodies I'd ever seen and this one was right in front of me, not on the page of a magazine or in a movie. She was touching herself between the legs that were spread wide open. "See anything you like Bob?" Like me, even my 62-year-old cock was getting quite excited while I slipped my pants off. As I put the cuffs together to drape them over the back of the chair, I felt so old. "Just toss them on the floor and ravage me." My compulsive habits screamed at me 'be neat' and at the same time my cock was screaming something else, something I'd not heard it scream for such a long time. My cock won. Our bodies lay next to each other, the feel of her soft young skin so foreign to me. Her hand rested over my cock and her fingers touching my balls. "Nice cock Bob." Her lips pressed against mine and within seconds our tongues were sliding around each other's mouth. I was in heaven. I hoped she was not in hell. A breast filled my hand. "Hope I'm not too small," she whispered into my ear and then nibbled my earlobe, leaving it quite damp. "It's perfect Jean." I had not held that many, but there was no doubt it was the best that my hands had ever rested against. I could feel the nipple against the aging skin of my palm. My fingertips squeezed it between them. "I didn't think it could get bigger." "It likes your fingers." Her fingers were already busy with my cock. No one had ever touched me so nicely. In an effort to remember what to do, my mind replayed some of the stories I'd read so many times. It had been years since the last time. My wife and I had only kissed for a while before I put my cock inside her. If I did only that now, I was afraid this might never happen again. It might not no matter what I do. Her nipple entered my mouth. "Yes," she moaned. My tongue dragged back and forth across it. "Wonderful," she moaned even louder. Her fingers ran though my hair, twisting stands around a finger or two. I could feel a slight pressure against my head almost pushing me further downward. I didn't resist. I lay against a thigh looking at her hairless pussy, the aroma filling my senses and drawing me closer. My fingertip touched a bead of moisture that was ready to drip toward the mattress, and then pushed in between the folds of skin. Lazily the tip of my finger slid upwards through them. I touched her clit. "Fucking great!" she screamed. I took the swollen piece of flesh between two fingertips and rolled it back and forth. "Right Bob!" she yelled. No longer could I resist and I leaned my mouth close enough to lick her clit, then put my tongue inside her. It was better than the descriptions in the erotic short stories. It truly was the nectar of the gods. Within moments Jean was bucking and rubbing her crotch against my mouth. I was almost unable to control her movements, almost unable to maintain contact. She knew and her hands held my head tight against that most wonderful part of her. "Put a finger in me," she begged then she put a hand over the area just below her stomach. "Press it hard against where my hand is." As I followed her instructions, she began to bounce even more violently, her fingers gripping the sheet as if to avoid flying up and hitting the ceiling. After a few minutes, she started asking me to stop. I did. She relaxed. "Was that good?" I asked like a novice lover. "Oh Bob, THAT was very good. Your turn." She kissed me on the mouth for a few minutes and then moved so she was between my legs. "So this is what I was holding in my hand? You are damn good looking Bob." I didn't get to reply before half my cock was in her mouth. Her fingers fondled my balls as she bobbed her head up and down letting her lips slip along the shaft of my cock. "This is my first..." I started. "You're teasing me aren't you?" "No." She held my shaft with one hand as her lips worked around the swollen head. I leaned on my elbows watching what she was doing to me knowing that my ability to resist letting a big load fly was small. "It's about..." Her lips tightened around the head as her movements became more vigorous. I took that to mean she didn't mind me filling her mouth. And I did in much greater amounts than I was used to these days. She looked up with a glob dripping from the corner of her mouth. "So good Bob." She crawled up along me until her lips were next to mine. I could smell myself on her face and I knew what was about to happen. She kissed me and for the first time, I tasted my own cum. Her tongue remained in my mouth as I licked more from it. I lay there with my hand resting over her pussy, just looking into her baby blue eyes. "That was nice Jean." She gave me a quick kiss. "Better than nice." She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me looking at my face. The warmth of her skin was causing me to become erect again. "That was quick old man," she teased as she wiggled her pussy against the head of my cock making it grow hard even faster. "Did you take a blue pill?" "Nope. Just the wonderful feel of your luscious body." "This time I want you to cum in my pussy. You up for that?" Her pussy was already a few inches down my cock and I wasn't going to ask her to stop. She took her time as she worked her hips back and forth letting my cock almost slip completely from inside her and then slide the rest of the way down. I neither was close to cuming or getting soft. "That feels wonderful Jean." "Yes it does. I like the way you are staying hard." "You seem to know how to make it stay that way." My hands moved along her sides pausing to touch her chest, my fingers twisted her nipples. I was surprised that I had another cum ready and could feel it gush once inside her. "Thank you Bob." - The sun peeked through the edges of the curtains casting a little light on Jean's naked body lying next to me, the sheets just barely covering her hips leaving the top of her crack exposed. How did I get so lucky? I just lay there savoring the glorious view of such an angel in my bed. My cock was acting like a young man's for a change and was already begging for more of what had happened last night. She rolled over and blinked a few times. "Hey my good-looking stud." She kissed me and reached between my legs. "Oh my ... look what else is awake." She didn't let go, instead began to slowly stroke it. I reached between her legs and inserted a finger. "Don't think I can get enough of you." "Hope not. I know I can't get enough of you darling." Jean bent down and let her mouth swallow my whole cock without a pause. After three or four sucks, she climbed on top of me and let the shiny shaft disappear inside her. "I like being on top of you. Do you mind?" What a silly question. "I love you however you want me." "You're a sweetheart." After many trips along my cock with her pussy, Jean was breathing through an open mouth, and her head was thrown way back. "My pussy loves your cock," she wailed. I could feel that wet warm piece of flesh convulse and hold me tight like a soft vice that would never let me go. As it relaxed a little, then squeezed hard again, I felt my orgasm start. I knew I was filling her cunt with my juices. After the fourth shot I could feel it start to drain from her down between my own legs. I surprised even myself as the seventh and eighth shots left my cock. "Shoot it again baby." Jean yelled as she squeezed her cunt as tight as she could on the next trip up and down. "I love it." Alas, I had no more left. "You made me cum too," she moaned softly as she collapsed on my chest, her mussed hair against my face. "I love the smell of your chest Bob." "Maybe it's my new lotion called 'Jean'" "You are too kind." - We stood face to face in the shower, water falling from the large showerhead like a pleasant morning rain on 2 young lovers in the woods. My fingers parted the lips of her pussy and felt just a little inside the wonderful pieces of flesh. "I could get use to you real easily." "I'd like that." Jean held my semi-flaccid shaft with her fingers. "I'd like that a lot." "Do you have to go anywhere today?" "Just a class in a few hours." "Can I buy you breakfast?" "Sure. There's something right here I'd like to eat too." A second finger went deep inside her. "Likewise." - Hand in hand, we walked down the sidewalk, our hands swinging back and forth. Jean skipped a few times like her feet could barely stay on the ground. "Do you mind?" she asked softly. "Mind what?" "Being seen with me." "Hell no! You make me feel like a kid again." I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer as we walked along the sidewalk. A woman not quite my age passed us and stared then frowned. We both smiled at her. I knew there would be a lot of that and I didn't care. I let my hand slide down a little until it rested over a hip for a moment, then I moved it back up. "Careful." "Of what?" "I might push you into those bushes and make you jump my bones." "Yeah, like you would have to do a lot of 'making'." We laughed and banged the sides of our hips against each other a few times as we skipped along. - "For two?" "Yes please. A booth if you have one." She put the menus on the table. "Coffee?" "Yes for both of us." "Nice to see a father take his daughter out to breakfast." She poured the coffee and left. I thought to myself 'At least she didn't say grandfather'. Jean moved even closer to me on the seat and put her hand over mine. "Oh Daddy I hope you can tuck me in bed again like last night." "I will if you are a good little girl." "If I'm bad, will you spank me?" She had a devilish grin on her face. "I might have too." We looked up. The server must have been listening and the look on her face made it seem she didn't think anything we had said was very funny. We ordered and with a "humph", she walked off. - Jean opened the door without knocking. "Daddy, it's me!" she said loudly. I walked out of the den. "How's my little girl?" "I was bad." She bent over and pulled her skirt up over one hip. "Don't spank me too hard." Without a pause, the palm of my hand landed kind of hard on the pale skin. A loud 'whack' echoed through the room. The skin turned very pink. "Oh Daddy, I'll be good." A second 'whack' roared through the room. "I promise Daddy." I pulled the hem of her skirt further up as she continued to bend over. My hand rubbed her cheeks and then a finger pressed into her pussy. "Daddy ... you sure know how to teach your little girl to be good don't you?" "I may need to punish you more in the bedroom." "Not the bedroom." She frowned. "Just punish me here in the entryway." She stood up and leaned against the wall with one leg pulled up high. "Do me, right here!" My pants fell around my ankles as my hips jerked forward driving my cock deep inside Jean. "Oh yeah Daddy." She was going wild role-playing. I guess I was too. My tongue was deep in her mouth as I slammed my cock up her cunt over and over until I felt myself starting to shoot load after load of hot cum inside her. "Your cum shooting in my cunt feels so-o-o good Daddy." - The empty drawer was open. "I was hoping you might want to put something in here." Jean put a few pairs of panties and other pieces of clothing in it. "And I was hoping you would want me too." She slowly pushed the drawer closed, and then turned towards me. Her arms lay on my shoulders as she lifted herself on her toes to kiss me. "It's impulsive." "I know, but I'm willing to risk it." I picked her slim light body up and cradled her in my arms while I carried her to the edge of the bed. She sat and watched me unfasten my pants for the second time in not so very long. "That excites me Bob." I nodded my head as I pulled my pants off and just tossed them on the floor. "Bob is being wild and crazy." Jean said in a teasing way as she laughed before lying back on her elbows with her knees spread very wide. "How could I not with such a beautiful woman lying in front of me?" "I don't know. How?" She dragged a finger through her pussy and then slowly licked it. We lay diagonally on the bed, our bodies pressed against each other, and our hands gently touching all over. All that could be heard was the sound of loving kisses being traded back and forth. - The days soon became weeks. Our passion remained high and our free time filled with wonderful sex. Three of the books of erotic short stories lay on the bed as we sat naked facing each other. I picked up one, not a particular one, just the one on the top, and began reading a random page. 'Betty kissed her sister deeply while John watched, his throbbing cock wrapped with his fingers.' I looked over the top of the page and Jean was gently fingering her pussy. 'Her sister's hand probed Betty's sopping wet pussy with two fingers. Betty moaned.' Jean gasped "Ah-h-h." Her fingers were hidden deep inside her now. "Read more." 'Quickly fingers were replaced with lips, lips of both women on the clit of the other.' "Oh-h-h fuck!" Jean said in a near scream, maybe a deep roar. My mind too focused on what I was watching to hear much detail. 'John coated his shaft with lotion and began pushing it into Betty's ass. She begged him to push harder.' I rested the book in my lap, my cock now pressed between the edge of the book and my stomach, and watched Jean finish her orgasm. She sat there with her finger lying against her pussy. "I liked that," she whispered hoarsely. "What turned you on the most?" "The two women together. I've only had a cock in my ass once." "I've never done any anal sex. Have you been with a woman?" "Twice with one girl. I like being with you more than anything, but would you like me to be with a woman?" "Only if you would. Those parts of the stories excite me too." - At least once a week we took turns reading to each other from the erotic books that were growing in number. Tonight it was Jean's turn. 'Sandy licked Judy's pussy while Frank watched his wife from the louvered closet door.' She stopped and looked at me. "If we brought another woman into bed, would you be able to still love me?" "I would like to think so." "I don't want to risk it." 'Frank gasped as his cum gushed from his hard cock. Judy jerked around as she heard the noise. Frank fell against the door and then onto the floor in front of it. "Fuck you Sandy!" Judy screamed as she grabbed her clothes and ran down the hallway then out the door.' First one, then another book fell on the floor as we lay facing each other, her hand sliding over my hip as we kissed. Her fingers disappeared into the crack of my ass. She paused and pulled her face back slightly as her fingertip began probing my asshole. I could feel my cheeks tighten as it entered me. "You mind?" she quizzed. "Do I get to fill yours with my cock?" - I stood behind Jean, my arms wrapped around her waist. "Look at those waves." I kissed the side of her face. "This is going to be a great summer. I'm so glad we can spend three whole months at the beach." "It will be a good break from classes. I can't think of a more wonderful person to be here with." "I love you Bob. Just think, we've been together four months now." "Kind of funny no one understands how we could have lasted this long." She turned in my arms and kissed me, gently at first, then letting the passion flow for a few minutes before pausing. "I don't care what they think." Her tongue once again explored my mouth. - We walked through the edge of the surf where the water just barely reached as the waves broke against the sand to our side. "Hey!" I teased as Jean kicked the water and most of it splashed on me. "Got to get those trunks of yours wet somehow." "Not fair. You don't have enough material on you to get wet." "Don't you like a little bare skin?" "A little? Careful, I might pull you in the water and rip those few square inches of fabric off you." "Any then what?" Her hands rested against my waist for a moment before sliding one hand up over my nipple. I cupped a hand under the nice cheek of her ass and lifted her slightly off her feet so her lips were directly in front of mine. I paused for a moment just looking at her face. "I melt every time I look at you Jean." "Well I feel a part of you that doesn't seem to be melting." She giggled and reached down between us. "Yup. That's definitely not melting." A large wave snuck up and crashed hard against us. We fell landing with Jean on top of me. "Damn wave seems to want us to fuck." I laughed as I pushed our bottoms down enough to slide my cock inside her. - Nearly to the covered patio of the summerhouse, two women holding hands approached us. "Hello. We're staying in the house next to yours. I'm Sandy and this is Betty." Sandy wore a one-piece swimsuit, Betty a long t-shirt. Both were okay looking, probably midway in age between us. Tutoring Jean "Have a nice walk," Jean called out with a wave of the hand as they passed us without further conversation. - The warm water of the shower poured over us as our hands rubbed the bars of soap and covered us in a soft smooth lather. "Good God Bob, don't you ever get soft?" "Making up for a lifetime without such a lovely sexy woman next to me." "Just so it's me." "No doubt about that. I can't imagine anyone else." Our hands brushed the lather away with gentle touches of the tender parts of our bodies. She held me close with her hands resting over my hips. "Make me moan." Barely dried off, I carried her to bed and began licking the beads of water from her breasts. A palm covered her crotch for a moment followed by fingers sliding inside. "You have a magic touch darling." Her legs were in the air over my shoulders as my tongue probed her digging for her clit. "YES!" she screamed loudly as I sucked it hard into my mouth. She laid her hands against her thighs and pressed them to the side making even more room for me. Two fingers went all the way inside and rubbed around pressing hard against THE spot. "I like it like that." Seconds later she was thrusting her hips up against my face and cupping her breasts in her hands. She fell limp and started breathing more normally. "You ARE good." I pushed her legs up against her chest and dragged a finger through the crack of her ass stopping just over that opening and let my finger probe gently. "What did you find back there?" "Another part of you I kind of like." "Strangely I'm liking that a little too." - "Nice to be away from all the uproar of town," Jean remarked as I rubbed lotion on her back. "I'm just happy to be with you." "Thanks for all you do for me Bob." "You give me so many things I've only read about. ... Roll over and I'll do your front." As the lotion dripped over her stomach, she jumped a little. "Did you take that out of the freezer?" "Guess I'll have to warm you up. Got any ideas?" She pushed her swimsuit bottom down to her knees. With one hand, I pulled it over her feet. Her knees fell apart. "What a mind reader," I gasped as I looked at the folds of skin outlining her pussy. My fingers massaged all between Jean's legs. "Oh my..." she moaned loudly not thinking anyone could hear her over the roar of the surf. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt," the voice said. We didn't know how long she had been standing there. Long enough so that what we had been doing wasn't a secret. My fingers remained inside Jean. "Hello." Then I slipped them out. "We met the other day." Jean sat up, her bare feet were on the floor on each side of the lounge chair leaving her crotch uncovered and very exposed. "You're Sandy? Right?" "I'll get some beers." I walked away licking my fingers. When I returned, Sandy was sitting on the end of the lounge Jean was on. It was pretty damn clear what she was looking at. I sat on the other lounge and handed each of them a beer. "Nice beach. Love the white sand and blue water." I held up the bottle up in a silent toast. "My friend Betty and I are here for the summer." "Us too." Jean said before taking a sip of beer. "Did I hear someone talking about me?" There was a little giggle as the new woman rested her hand on Sandy's shoulder before she leaned in to kiss her. "You must be Betty?" Jean remarked before introducing us. "Guess I need to get another beer. Have a seat." I pushed a few more chairs toward Sandy and Betty before walking into the house. - The cool evening breeze blew through the open windows. The full moon provided the only light in the room. I could easily see Jean bouncing up and down over my hips. "Your cock fills me so nicely," she screamed not caring who could hear her. "Hope you never get tired of me fucking you!" I could barely breathe much less speak. I just lay there watching her pussy slide up and down the shaft of my cock. We had already made love more times than I had all my life before I met her. "No way," I finally managed to gasp with the small amount of air I was able to inhale. "I love the way you stay so nice and hard." I'd lost track of how many times her pussy had just swallowed me, fifty maybe. Maybe double that. I never felt it was too many. "You are lasting much longer these days. I like that." I could no longer hold back and the first of several shots of cum began filling her. "Oh Bob ... that feels so wonderful." The third and last shot left my cock and a teasing frown formed on her face. "Sorry," I said. She lay on my chest and kissed me a few times. "Baby, you're my stud. Don't be sorry." We cuddled for a while without saying anything. Jean's hand rested between my legs. "Think they're lovers?" "No doubt." "Remember that story?" "Yes. I think about it occasionally." "Dirty boy." Her fingers slide along my gooey shaft. "Ever want to watch?" "Them?" "Or one of them with me?" "Who's dirty now?" "I think you are. Look who's cock just got hard." I just nodded as her hand continued to stroke. - The ocean was calm and quiet for a change. "Suck my clit!" a voice screamed. "Finger my cunt baby!" it screamed again. "What are you listening too?" "Listen." "Oh baby ... fuck me." Jean looked at me with a lustful smile. "That's coming from their house." "Oh my." I felt like a voyeur realizing that was overhearing someone having sex. But now all I could hear was the voice of my most wonderful lover. "Sure makes me want my pussy eaten out." "By who?" "You my dear ... of course." "What if they offered?" "Only if you could be there." - Jean was bent over, her legs straight. "Look at this shell." "I'd rather look at your fine ass." "It IS nice," the voice said. I looked around. Jean stood up. "Hi Betty." "Sorry, shouldn't have said that." The wind caught the bottom of the long t-shirt that Betty seemed to always have on and lifted it enough to reveal that she had nothing on under it. She didn't pull it down. "Now THAT is something fine." Jean cooed with a sexy grin. "Thanks." Her finger dragged slowly between the folds of skin one time. "It likes to be touched." She puckered her lips for a fraction of a second like she was kissing someone. The wind stopped and the hem fell over her hand still resting between her legs. Jean watched the action, then rubbed her tongue across her lips once. Betty walked past letting her hand touch Jean's bottom. "Bob, take care of that nice ass of hers." There was a brief pause. "Of course if you need help..." A large wave crashed drowning out what she said next. We watched her walk away, the back of her shirt bouncing up a few times exposing her hips. "Bob..." Jean cupped my crotch. "Oh my God, look what I found. Did that turn my lover on?" - I stood next to the bed looking at my angel lying naked with the sheet pushed down to her knees. "There's my teddy bear." Jean reached out and touched my nearly erect cock. "Both of them." Faintly we heard voices. "Wouldn't you like to have your mouth between Jean's legs?" "Fuck yeah! Bet Bob likes it down there too." "I've heard them. Sounds like he keeps his prick hard for a long time." Jean pulled on my hand until I fell next to her. "Well old man, maybe you have a harem and didn't know it." "There's only ONE woman in my harem." "Wouldn't you like three women pampering you just for a night?" "Maybe you should be the pampered one." - The sun was just perfect on top of the sand dune and I watched Jean walking alone by the water's edge. "Never thought I'd see you without Bob." Betty called out. "Kind of hoping I'd bump into you. You had something that was pretty the other day." "This?" Betty pulled the front of her long t-shirt up just enough to reveal half of her pussy before letting it back down. Jean reached out and placed her hand between Betty's legs. "Yeah that." Betty's mouth opened wide and she gasped as two fingers entered her. "I had a dream about you. I heard you talking about having your face between my legs. I tried to picture it as Bob sucked me that night. I could see you down there so clearly." "How about if Bob watched me do that? Bet that would be a big fucking turn on for him." "Maybe for all four of us." "Hell yeah!" Betty said as she shoved her hand inside Jean's swimsuit bottom. Jean's expression changed suddenly. I heard her moan, "Oh yes baby!" Betty continued to finger her even as Jean's legs buckled and she eventually fell sprawled on the sand. "Imagine what my mouth would do to you," Betty said as she leaned over and kissed the soaked fabric of the swimsuit bottom. - Rain pounded on the roof, almost as hard as my heart beat in my chest as I watched. Jean's legs were high in the air as both Sandy and Betty took turns licking. A finger jammed inside. "Yeah ... finger me!" Another finger was added. I sat next to Jean's head and stroked her face with my hand. Her mouth was wide open as she tried to breathe. She turned her head and my cock bounced against her mouth and her tongue reached out to lick it. For hours, the sounds of sexual excitement echoed through the room as first one, and then another person experienced some form of release. I awoke with them on one side of the bed and we were on the other. My eyes opened just enough to see the clock, '4:19' the big orange numerals read as I rolled over and drifted off to sleep. The next time I woke up, Sandy and Betty were walking out the bedroom door. Betty turned. "Take good care of that delicious woman." I would, no problem. - That was the only time we shared ourselves with others. It was too much fun just being alone with each other. Jean never lost her knack of helping me become erect enough to make love with her. Even after I couldn't, even after the blue pills no longer helped, at least we both enjoyed my mouth drinking her always-delicious juices. Tutoring Jill The students filed out of the small but packed classroom on this Friday in their usual fashion. The nature of departure of the students from this particular Organic Chemistry lecture varied considerably. A few could barely survive through these 50-minute torture sessions, the course only taken because it was required, and thus they rushed from the room in relief as soon as the allotted time expired. But then, the bulk of the students taking Organic Chemistry at Devenshire University were nursing students, meaning the class mostly consisted of young women. And on this particular occasion, the professor leading the formalities was none other than Dr. John Nelson, a recent hire of the university who had quickly earned the title of ‘hottest male prof on campus.’ John, a 32 year old assistant professor of organic chemistry, was hardly aware of the status he held among the female members of his class. In his world, the students were captivated by the wonders of science that he was paid to reveal during each meeting. While a few may have fallen victim to the lure of science, most were interested in the presenter, which included wavy blond hair, a slight crinkle around his sparkling blue eyes, a strong chin, and a well maintained and athletic physic. John always unknowingly put on quite the show for the female members of the audience as he lectured away in his faded blue jeans and dress shirt at the chalkboard. John had just finished the last regular meeting of this class for the spring term. The semester was only a few days from drawing to a close and John was looking forward to the summer break as much as the students, a chance to finally escape from the campus routine. The previous two years had taken a toll on John. Since the divorce three years previous, he had struggled to find a life beyond his teaching job. Most weekends were spent at home working on the next week’s lectures, carrying out the weekly yard maintenance, doing chores and laundry, or spending time at the gym. The desire to re-enter the social scene seemed too troublesome to consider. Still, escaping at the end of term seemed inviting. Only a few days of final exams, and he would be finished. Most of the students had exited the room, with the exception of the star student Kyle who faithfully asked a few follow-up questions on the day’s lecture, and another student who laid back until Kyle had finished. As Kyle walked away, the remaining student, Jill, walked up to Dr. Nelson. John glanced at Jill as she sauntered up to the podium, recalling that she had never approached him after class throughout an entire year of the course. While they had never spoken, John had certainly noticed Jill on several occasions, since she sat near the front of the class and never missing a lecture. While the last few years had definitely put a damper on John’s desire to resume a serious relationship with a woman, he was still victim to the usual ‘male disease.’ And a student with a body like Jill’s could not go unnoticed. John had always kept any attractions that he felt toward the female members of his class in check. While intimate thoughts of a particularly sexy member of his class might invade his fantasies, he was adamant about never acting upon these desires. The power differential between student and professor was not to be taken lightly, and John preferred to only live out his fantasies when the playing field was level. Nonetheless, John couldn’t help taking an extra glance at Jill as she stood before him. “I was wondering if you could tell me my chances of making a B in this course, Dr. Nelson,” inquired Jill as she risked a quick glance from the floor up to his face. All men have a favorite ‘look’ when it comes to the opposite sex. A particular body type, a hair and eye color, and a personality that seems to set them aflame. And, even though John was not willing to fully admit it when the opposite sex involved one of his students, Jill definitely ‘fit-the-bill.’ She was 22 years old, a brunette, and her hair was cropped short, to the neck and above her small, delicate ears. She had a cute nose, was 5’ 7,” tall, weighed perhaps 105 lbs, and had a flawless complexion. She was fond of wearing tight fitting sleeveless tops that accentuated her slim build, perfect sized breasts, perhaps size B (John was not a fan of large breasts). The top normally stopped an inch above her adorable bellybutton, showing off her tiny waist and perfectly flat mid-drift. And if that wasn’t enough torture, she seemed to always wear tight fitting low-rise jeans that further showed off her belly, the curve of her hips, and also left nothing to the imagination with respect to her most valuable asset. John had always been a sucker for a gal with a nice ass, and Jill’s was spectacular, round, firm and perfectly matched to her tiny waist. “Sure,” responded John. Since he was getting ready to head back to his office, he suggested “Why don’t you walk with me and we’ll look over your grades.” John made small talk as they headed to his office, up a flight of stairs and a short walk down a hallway. “How are your other classes going? Any big plans for the summer?” John invited Jill to sit down after entering his office, pulled a summary printout of the class grades from a nearby folder, and examined her scores. John recalled that Jill had not made spectacular grades on all the tests given to date, and a quick inspection of his records revealed that she currently had a C average score for the course. “Looks like you have a high C at this time.” The look on Jill’s face showed that she wasn’t surprised. She was most interested in a candid opinion of her chances of making a B by scoring well on the final exam. “What are my chances of pulling that grade up to a B,” asked Jill, since she had never made a grade lower than B in her life. The organic chemistry course would complete Jill’s four years of college, and she was excited about maintaining her record, graduating in a week, and finally getting on with her post-graduate life. John looked over her scores again, and computed that Jill would be able to pull her cumulative grade up to the desired level if she made a B+ or better on the final exam. “A grade of ‘B’ is definitely possible, but you are going to have to really buckle down and perform well on the cumulative final exam.” “Dr. Nelson, I’ve made a ‘B-‘, an ‘A-‘, and a ‘D’ on the past tests, so I feel like a ‘B+’ is possible, but it will take my utmost best performance.” “I agree wholeheartedly,” responded John as he contemplated her chances. “Perhaps you should focus on mastering the material that caused you trouble on the most recent test, the test on which you scored the ‘D.’ “I can certainly give it my best shot,” said Jill with little confidence after a brief moment of consideration. “But I had a difficult time understanding that material. Even after devoting several hours of extra study time, I still didn’t feel ready for that exam. Any advice on how I might better prepare?” “Have you ever tried working with a tutor?” asked John, since this seemed to be the only resource she hadn’t tried before. “Yes, I’ve tried a couple of the tutors that the department provides. Although, to be completely honest, those tutors are never able to explain things as clearly as you do in class,” said Jill, flashing a brief, shy smile at John as she realized she had just paid him a compliment. Uncertain how to respond to this compliment, John simply smiled back and further considered Jill’s situation. As he thought, he was further drawn to Jill’s attractive qualities, her pouty lips, slightly upturned on each side of her expressive mouth. Her slight nervousness around him created an air of innocence, but on the other hand she exhibited an elegant countenance. This combination fascinated John. His heart beating faster, John admitted to himself that this young gal sitting in front of him was extraordinarily sexy. John thought for a moment and then suggested “Maybe we can sit down together a few times during the coming days and work through some of on those troublesome topics.” A hopeful smile quickly appeared on Jill’s face. “That would be great, that is, if you are sure it wouldn’t put you out.” “No problem at all,” replied John. “It might be difficult to find many time slots during the upcoming work week, but I have some time during the weekend. We could meet for an hour or two here in my office. Would this work with you?” “Oh yes,” said Jill with excitement. “Anytime you are available is fine with me.” John noticed that Jill’s face had turned slightly flushed upon the suggestion of a weekend tutor session, and he entertained the idea that she might feel a slight attraction for him. She might. The shy glances and her slight nervous manner could be interpreted that way. John admitted to himself that he would enjoy working side-by-side with Jill, but vowed that things would remain completely professional. So it was agreed. They would begin their sessions the following day, on Saturday at 3:00 pm. *** John awoke the following morning, made a quick run to the gym for his Saturday workout, came back home and put in a few hours of yard work, and then cleaned up in time to head over to the campus for their meeting. Pulling into the nearly vacant parking lot adjacent to the chemistry building, John was reminded that Devenshire University was a ‘suitcase college.’ Few students stuck around on the weekends. John walked to the main entrance and found Jill was already there, sitting on a bench near the entryway with her organic book and some notes in her lap. Upon sighting John, she quickly stood up and wordlessly greeted John with her trademark shy smile. John couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Jill had given up her usual jeans and sleeveless top in favor of a simple white sundress. Cut several inches above her knees, the loose fitting fabric of the dress shifted teasingly around her thighs with the help of the slight afternoon breeze. He spent a few extra seconds taking in the view, before he came to his senses and invited Jill to come inside. John’s office was fairly comfy, at least in comparison to the usual office on this campus. The room was carpeted, and two cushioned chairs sat in front of a large window away from his desk in the back of his office which made for a comfortable one-on-one meeting area. “Help yourself,” motioned John toward one of the chairs as he collected some notes from his desk. “What do you normally do on Saturdays, when your professors aren’t dragging you back to campus for extra work,” he asked, poking a little fun at their arrangement. “Oh, different things,” replied Jill “Saturday is normally my day away from studies. Sometimes I go to the beach or perhaps shopping. I often get together with my family in the evening for a big meal.” John turned from his desk to head toward the chairs and stopped dead in his tracks. Jill was standing with her back to him, surveying the view of the campus out of his window. Unbeknownst to her, the incoming light showed right through the fabric of her dress. Standing there with her legs slightly apart, her hip cocked slightly to one side, a perfect silhouette of her firm little ass was on display. John felt a sensation from below that he hadn’t felt in a while, a rush of blood to a particular body part that, if it continued, could lead to an embarrassing situation. He took in the view for only a second more and then quickly headed over to one of the chairs. This was going to be more difficult than he had anticipated. Jill plopped down in the other chair and sat her books and notes on the adjacent table. “Perhaps we should take a look at that exam that gave you trouble. Did you bring it with you,” inquired John. “Yes Dr. Nelson,” replied Jill, as she shuffled through her papers to extract the exam in question. “If I remember, I seem to have a really hard time with the Chapter 22 material.” “I’d really prefer you just call me John,” he responded. “All that formality has never set well with me, and seems especially ridiculous since it is a weekend.” They both laughed and he was relieved to hear her say “Ok, J … John.” John and Jill spent the following hour going through the exam, question by question, concentrating on the topics that she had missed. John would explain the concepts, sometimes reaching over to borrow Jill’s notebook to draw chemical structures for reference. Despite the ‘D,’ Jill was obviously quite intelligent. She quickly picked up on new ideas, which made him wonder why she had had difficulty with this one exam. She was also becoming more comfortable with their meeting arrangement, the shyness giving way as time passed. Jill was even so bold as to kick off her shoes and fold one leg up under herself as she sat in the chair, leaning toward John to better see his notes. As the tutor session progressed, the topic of conversation drifted toward more casual topics. John discovered that Jill’s passion was to one day enroll in medical school. Growing up, she had been a part of a large family, three brothers and two sisters. She spoke fluent French due to her participation in a one year exchange as a high school student and also loved to play the piano, specializing in the compositions of Debussy. “You are quite amazing Jill,” John found himself saying. “You don’t strike me as the typical college student.” Jill smiled, obviously taking the remark as a complement, and said “I’ve never really fit into the college crowd. I tried living on campus during my first year, but moved off campus and prefer to live alone in a nearby apartment. My family always accuses me of acting beyond my years. They say I’m too serious.” Jill, feeling entirely comfortable with John now, gazed directly at his face. “I’ve always had a hard time interacting with people my own age, especially, um, boyfriends. I’ve always felt attractions for older, more intellectual men.” This last admission had obviously taken some courage. And even though her face was turning slightly red and she squirmed slightly in her chair, she didn’t look away from John’s face. John was uncertain how to react to Jill’s last admission. It certainly set his imagination dancing. Jill’s occasional motions in the chair had pushed her skirt halfway up her thigh. The thin fabric of the dress was pressed closely against her chest, emphasizing her well shaped breasts. While John had already admitted to himself the immense physical attraction he felt for Jill, now he had to contend with the additional fact that she was intelligent and was possessed of many enviable talents. And to further fan the flames, she was announcing all too clearly that she felt an attraction for him too. The simple boldness of her stare, combined with everything he had learned about Jill during their brief encountered, lead to one simple conclusion. Jill was a most extraordinary young woman. After what seemed like an eternity, John managed to get a grip on himself “We’ve been at it for some time.” Looking at his clock, they had been in his office for two hours. Jill smiled, somewhat guiltily, and responded after a slight pause “Yes, and this has been so helpful. Can we do it again?” And so they agreed to meet the following day, Sunday, at the same time, and then once more, during the late afternoon of the coming Tuesday, just in time for Jill’s final on Thursday. *** The remaining two meetings were as productive as the first. In addition to practicing the material that had cause Jill trouble on her last exam, they spent time covering a number of other topics. As before, Jill was soaking up the information with great efficiency. John predicted that she would do well on the exam. John enjoyed Jill’s company immensely. The way she would lean in close to him as he showed her how to solve a problem. She always smelled intoxicating. Her manner of dress was always eye catching. Whether she knew it or not, she certainly had a skill for showing off her fine features. Their exchanges became even more casual, and they seemed to spend more time laughing as the hours of the sessions rolled by. Jill now readily referred to Dr. Nelson as “John,” without encouragement. To an outsider, John and Jill’s behavior would no doubt be classified as ‘outright flirting.’ And John didn’t mind. Beyond the flirting, their meetings were technically innocent, at least as long as he didn’t act on his growing affections for her. Finally, Thursday came. John passed out the final exam and the students were given two hours to complete their work. John kept watch over the proceedings, occasionally glancing in Jill’s direction. She had a look of business-like determination on her face, and appeared to be moving through the exam with steady progress. With thirty minutes to go, the first students began handing in their exams. Kyle’s was first, of course. John shook Kyle’s hand, wished him a productive summer, and secretly thought to himself that he would grade Kyle’s exam first and use it as the key. A few more exams were handed in, and then Jill stood up from her desk to turn in her work. She wore an expression of clear satisfaction on her face. Clearly, the extra effort had paid off. Jill quietly walked up to John as he sat at his desk near the front of the class and handed over her paper. With a quick smile, she also handed over a small white envelop. She held his eye for a moment, then turned and exited the room. More students were standing up to turn in there exams, and John reluctantly dropped Jill’s envelop in his bag. Collecting exams for the remaining time period, John’s mind kept drifting back to the possible contents of the envelop. He was so eager to open it. It was most likely just a thank you card. But maybe it was something more. John suddenly realized that the semester was over, and therefore he might never see Jill again. The thought was painful. He needed to open the envelop, wanted to read her words. After all the exams were collected, John returned to his office, closed the door, plopped down at his desk and pulled out Jill’s envelop. Opening it, he found that it contained a simple, handwritten letter. John, I wanted to thank you for your help over the last few days. I knew that the exam would go well before I ever sat down to take it. You are truly a wonderful person. My undergraduate career is drawing to a close and I’ll be graduating in two days (on Saturday at noon). Of course, this means I will no longer be a student of Devenshire University, which leads to my real motive for writing this letter. I would like to invite you to dinner, as a small token of my appreciation. Yes, I suppose that a ‘dinner’ would be considered a ‘date’ between a professor and a student. But then I will no longer be a student in two days, so perhaps you will take me up on this offer. My phone number is (634) 639-8120. Please only call if you don’t intend to come. Otherwise, I’ll see you at 8:00 pm this Saturday evening, 1050 Charlestown University Apartments, Apt. 250B. Hoping our meetings can continue. Adoringly yours, Jill John could hardly believe the proposal that he held in his hands. Would he take Jill up on her offer? It took little consideration. Of course he would. How could he pass up another chance to be with her? And, as Jill had so wittingly pointed out, this time there would be no limitations on the nature of their companionship. *** The next two days passed by without event. John graded his exams and found to his pleasure that Jill had scored an A. In fact, she had made the 3rd highest grade in a class of 26 students. His final grades computed and reported to the registrar, John began to wind down from the busy semester routine. And he anxiously awaited Saturday evening. Tutoring Jill Saturday evening came and John took a long shower, shaved, dressed in his favorite blue jeans and a white cotton dress shirt and headed out the door to find Jill’s apartment. He went by the local grocery to pick up a bottle of his favorite wine, a Pinot Noir from a choice California winery that he had enjoyed visiting a few years ago, and then headed over to the Charlestown University Apartments. Meeting Jill in this fashion certainly added to the drama. He hadn’t spoken to her one-on-one since their last study session, when they were supposedly still interacting with one another in a strictly professional professor-student nature. John parked his car in the lot near building 205, took a deep breath, stepped out with his bottle of wine, and headed toward her building. He found her apartment, ‘B,’ near the back hallway of the first floor. It was 2 minutes past 8 o’clock, and John knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door swung open and Jill stood before him. “Hi John. Glad you could make it. Please come in.” John obliged and closing the door behind. Immediately, he was taken in by Jill’s appearance. She certainly had a knack for achieving sexiness with a minimum of fuss. Jill was wearing a short black mini-skirt, a slight slit cut at the front of her left leg, and a thin, light blue, tank-top. The top stopped just below her ribs, fully exposing her mid-drift. Jill had the sexiest belly John every recalled seeing. Remembering his manners, John presented the bottle of wine “It is Pinot Noir. I hope it goes with what ever you have prepared.” Jill replied “I’m making lasagna, so red is perfect. Would you like to come in the kitchen while I whip together a few more items?” He followed her into the kitchen. “I also bought some wine for the evening, so shall we open a bottle right now?” suggested Jill with a sly look toward John. She motioned toward a bottle of cabernet on the counter, complete with a cork remover and two glasses. “Sounds great,” replied John, joining Jill next to the counter. “I’ll pour us a glass.” “This is a really cozy apartment. Have you lived her long?” “About two years,” responded Jill. “It is very quiet for an apartment complex close to campus. Mostly graduate students live here. Not many party-heads to contend with.” John finished opening the bottle of cabernet, filled the glasses, and offered one to Jill. And even though it seemed silly, he took the other glass, held it up in between them and said “Glad you took the initiative and invited me to dinner.” Jill giggled at first, but then turned her eyes more seriously toward his and said “I really enjoyed our time together last week. I can’t believe how well I did on that test, and wanted to show my appreciation. But, inviting you here was more than just that. I simply wanted to see you again.” John realized that Jill must have enjoyed his company as much as he had enjoyed her company. Appreciating that Jill’s confession had taken some courage, John felt it was time to tell her how he felt as well. “I enjoyed your company too, Jill. Everything just seemed to click when we were meeting last week. And, I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m extremely attracted to you. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Jill’s shy smile was quick to show, complete with a slight tinge of redness in her face. Uncertain what else to say, Jill responded “Thanks for the complement. I also find you incredibly attractive, on both a physical and mental level. We do seem to have some chemistry going, don’t we?” Upon saying this, Jill placed her hand on John’s arm and looked up into his face. She was so beautiful, her eyes and those lips. John couldn’t bare to wait any longer. John leaned forward and gently kissed Jill on her lips. It was a soft kiss that lingered for several seconds. They had both been waiting for this moment to occur. As John reluctantly pulled away, Jill’s eyes remained closed, her head tilted up with a content look on her face. The oven timer suddenly sounded, interrupting the spell. Even though John was dying to kiss her again, he reluctantly decided he would wait until dinner was complete. Forty-five minutes later, a fair amount of Jill’s delicious lasagna had been consumed, one bottle of wine was gone and the second bottle was well in the works. Jill invited John into the living room and they sat on the couch. Jill kicked off her shoes and invited John to do the same. The casual conversation that they had shared over the meal was now replaced with a cozy silence. The wine was working its magic, taking the edge off of what might have been an uncomfortable moment. John looked over at Jill sitting next to him as she took a sip of her wine. She was so feminine, with her legs curled up under her to one side, the mini-skirt pushed up slightly showing off her slim thighs. He traced his gaze up to her hips, across her belly, and up to her delicate arms. He enjoyed the way her shoulders were accentuated by her angular collar bones. John also realized that Jill was not wearing a bra under her top, not that she needed one anyway. Her nipples showed teasingly through the fabric. Jill caught his gaze. Realizing that she was being admired must have excited her, as the impression of her nipples suddenly became more pronounced. John took a long sip from his glass, sat it on the end table, and then reached across the couch to take Jill’s hand. Jill responded by setting down her glass and sliding closer to him. John placed a hand under Jill’s chin, pulled her face to his, and kissed her. The first kiss was soft. He wanted to savor every detail of Jill. Subsequent kisses followed, growing in intensity. Jill’s breathing quickened. She parted her lips and their tongues touched. Their kisses became wetter, their tongues beginning to explore each other’s mouth. John ran his hand down her back and caressed her back. Pulling her closer to him, the passion of their kisses continued to grow. Jill was making gentle sounds of pleasure as they continued, and John moved his lips to her elegant neck, rubbing his lips across her smooth skin, and finally gently tracing with his tongue in small circles. Jill’s exposed her neck further in response. And then she reached down, took John’s hand, and directed it to her right breast, encouraging him to caress her. Her breast fit perfectly in John’s hand, and the feel of her hard nipple under the fabric excited him further. John’s cock had quickly become hard as a rock and clearly showed through his jeans. It was Jill’s turn to feel him. She moved one of her small hands to his hard-on and stroked it firmly through his jeans. This drove John nearly insane with desire, and he ran both of his hands down around Jill’s hips, around the back of her mini-skirt to her firm ass, and pulled her up off the couch and into him. Jill stopped kissing him for a moment as if considering the situation. She then quickly stood up, took John’s hand and beckoned him to follow her toward the back of the apartment. They were going to her bedroom. At her bedside, Jill stopped and John came up behind her. Moving his hands to her hips, he pressed her back into him, sliding one hand up across her belly and caressing her nipples again. Jill arched her back slightly, pushing her ass against John’s cock, swaying her hips slightly, side-to-side. “You have the most incredible ass Jill,” breathed John into her ear as he kissed her neck. Jill, excited by John’s words, pushed back into John even harder and breathed in return “My ass is all yours Dr. Nelson.” John smiled at her choice of words, and then began to slide the fabric of Jill’s top upward. Jill raised her arms so that he could completely slide the top off over her head. John traced his fingertips down the small of her back, down to her tiny waist, and then traced around to her front and firmly massaged her fully exposed breasts. Jill moaned with pleasure. Turning around to face John, Jill went to work on his shirt and had it quickly removed. She wasted no time and unfastened his belt and jeans, pushing them down toward the floor. John stepped out of his jeans, his hard cock showing through his boxers. Jill rubbed her hands along John’s well developed shoulders, down across his biceps, and back up across his partially hairy chest. She leaned forward and littered his chest with kisses, and stopped at one of his nipples and gave it a delicate lick. Jill suddenly rotated around and reached for the zipper on her mini-skirt, glancing up at John as if asking for help. He reached down and slid the small zipper downward. Pushing the skirt over her sexy little hips, John discovered that Jill was wearing a light blue thong. The shape of Jill’s ass was beyond his dreams. His fantasies of her over the last week had often centered on her ass and he feared that he would cum at the mere thought of living those fantasies. Their desires were beyond control now. Jill took the initiative and quickly removed her thong, and John followed suit and lost the boxers and his socks. Jill laid back on the bed, not at all timid about being fully exposed to John. He took her in completely for the first time. The perfect breasts and belly, and now he saw her neatly shaved little pussy. He couldn’t resist anymore, and joined her on the bed. Pulling her entire body into him, they kissed, their legs entangled. John journeyed down her body with his mouth, focusing on her breasts, sucking them and rolling her nipples around his lips with his tongue. Jill’s moaning grew in intensity. John moved further down, tracing his tongue along her delicate belly, and finally arriving between her legs. Jill spread her legs in anticipation. Bending her legs upward and pushing them slightly apart with his hands, John finally tasted Jill for the first time. Jill’s body went rigid with his first touch and then she took a deep gasp of breath. The smell of her was wonderful. John increased the rhythm of his tongue and Jill raised her hips in synchrony, moaning with each stroke. He found her clit and teased it with the tip of his tongue. Jill’s hands found his hair, and she held his head there, her breathing in gasps now, raising her hips more forcefully against him. John now traced his tongue up and down, licking her clit and then tracing down lower and pushing his tongue inside her soaking wet pussy. Two more times and Jill grabbed her own legs, pulling them back and apart so that John could fully concentrate on pleasuring her. John couldn’t get enough of Jill, losing himself in the moment. He lapped up her juices. He traced his tongue even lower with each back-and-forth motion, all the way to Jill’s tight little ass. Jill’s gasp of pleasure when his tongue first touched her tight little asshole encouraged him on. She pulled her legs toward her even further so that John could lick her from hole-to-hole, taking a sharp intake of breath each time his tongue met her ass. To better pleasure her, John encouraged her to roll over on her belly. Jill slid one of her knees to the side, up toward her shoulder, so that her ass was arched upward from the bed and her wet pussy was fully exposed to John. The sight of Jill’s ass arched toward him was better than any fantasy he could have imagined, and he quickly plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. Jill arched her back even more, moaning in response. Running his tongue up from her pussy, slowly along the crack of her ass, he stopped his tongue at her tight anus, and slowly circled the tip around. Jill cried out in satisfaction. He pressed his forefinger deep into her pussy and continued to tease her ass with his tongue. She responded by slowly humping his finger and arching her ass upward against his tongue. John pressed two fingers into her pussy now and began pumping her with increased rhythm. Jill’s breathing was irregular now and her body was shuttering. She was clearly close to orgasm. John pulled Jill’s ass further apart with his remaining hand and started to lick her asshole more vigorously, pumping her pussy with his fingers. Finally, he pressed the tip of his tongue hard against her anus and pierced the opening. Jill cried out loudly in pure pleasure and a final intense trimmer ran through her limbs as her orgasm overtook her. Jill remained still a brief moment, as if collecting herself. Then she rolled over and pushed John back to the bed. “I want to taste all of your cum John.” She quickly took his hard cock in her hands and wrapped her lips around it. John knew we wouldn’t last long. It was a miracle that he hadn’t exploded already. Jill stroked his cock with her mouth, stopping occasionally to run her tongue up and down the shaft. She stopped at the base of his cock and circled her tongue around his balls, and then returned to vigorously sucking and stroking his cock. The sight of this perfect gal sucking him off with such intensity was too much. A few more moments and his cock exploded with unbelievable intensity. Jill eagerly took his first load of cum in her mouth. Licking the cum from her own lips, she continued to stroke his cock with her hand, sending additional shots of cum on her chin. She stroked his cock a few last times toward her chest, and he shot his remaining load across her left breast, his cum hanging from her nipple. When no more cum would come from his cock, Jill hungrily licked his head clean with her tongue. She then slowly rubbed the load he had squirted on her chest around her nipples with her fingers. Finally satisfied, Jill crawled on top of John, collapsing in his arms. John and Jill shared several deep kisses, the type of passionate kisses that can only occur after one’s animal desires have been fulfilled. They laid in bed sharing kisses for some time. Before long John’s sexual desire for Jill showed again. Their initial desires fulfilled, this time their lovemaking was more intimate. Jill spread her legs across John on the bed and he sank his cock deeply into her, pushing upward into her and enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy. They slowly humped together in rhythm, each savoring every sensation. They continued like that, holding each other’s hands and staring into each other’s eyes, Jill frequently leaning down to kiss him. This intimate embrace continued until they both shared a deep orgasm, and Jill collapsed into John, burying her head in his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her. Content at last, they fell into a deep sleep. *** The sunshine through the window awoke John. He rolled to one side and discovered Jill lying next to him, the thin white sheet only covering her to her hips. Her slim belly and perfect breasts were revealed. Her flawless complexion was radiant in the glow of the early morning sunshine. Jill opened her eyes and smiled at John. “Morning beautiful,” said John. “Hi handsome,” responded Jill teasingly. “Want some breakfast?” asked Jill, with a yawn and an upward stretch of her arms. “Only if you let me help,” replied John. “I think I can allow that,” said Jill, as she leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. “What is on your schedule for the day,” asked John. “Hopefully something that involves you,” responded Jill with a hopeful look toward him. “Sounds like a great plan,” John said, with a feeling of immense satisfaction. Thinking to himself that this summer was getting off to a grand start, he leaned back and gave Jill an extra long kiss in return.