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Sex Education Ch. 01

By: Baxter72



I had mentioned in a previous story, "Sext Messaging", that after I retired as a college professor, I had worked for a couple of years as a substitute teacher. Other than the type of encounter I mentioned in the previous story, I basically hated the job, and I am sure that anyone who has ever done substitute teaching feels the same way. Less than one-third of the students actually want to learn anything. Another third, who are on various forms of medication, are indifferent to anything, good or bad. And the last third, male and female, are people who, knowing you are "only" a substitute, will go out of their way to make your life as difficult as possible.

I decided I wanted to get out of the job, but I also wanted to be able to collect unemployment, so I didn't want to quit. I wanted to be terminated but in a way that would not prevent me from applying for unemployment.

I came up with what I thought would be a great idea. The idea was risky and probably would not work, but if it did work, it would be a lot of fun. It would require a couple of students who were very open-minded about sex and also had a little of the exhibitionist in them. After a year of substituting, I had come to the conclusion that most high school students of today were VERY open-minded about sex and regularly engaged in practices that I wouldn't even have THOUGHT about when I was in high school. So this idea might work after all.

The class I was substituting for was called "Health." Actually, about one-third of the class semester was devoted to sex education, but they couldn't call it that for fear of an angry mob of conservative Christians storming the school board, so they called it "Health." Mine was a long-term substitution since the regular teacher had undergone open-heart surgery for a leaking heart valve and would be out for about three months.

The high school had a very good football team, and the team had co-captains, Ray and Jerry. The school also had a cheerleading squad of very cute girls, and the squad also had co-captains, Barbara and Lisa. I suppose it was not unusual then that Ray and Jerry had as their steady girlfriends, Barbara and Lisa. I figured I might get the cooperation of one side by pretending I already had the cooperation of the other.

First I checked the records to determine their ages and luckily found that all of them were 18, two just barely. I called Ray over after class and asked if he and Barbara could come to my classroom after school, around 2:15. Then I spotted Jerry later in the hallway and asked him if he and Lisa could meet with me in my classroom after school, around 2:45. Although both young men were mystified by the request and thought perhaps they were in some kind of trouble, they both agreed.

Ray and Barbara showed up right on time. Ray was a tall and muscular athlete, and Barbara was short, about five-six, with curly brown hair, a pretty face, and a cute figure.

"Let me tell you why I called you here," I began, "Teenage pregnancies, as you know, have reached epidemic proportions in the United States. We all know that teens are going to engage in some kind of sex because it's natural to have the urge at that age. But teenagers need to know ways to keep from getting pregnant, and that's what the coming health classes are about: ways to enjoy yourself without running the risk of getting pregnant.

"There are a number of ways. The most common and probably the least satisfying to either partner is what you would commonly call "a handjob."

Barbara giggled and looked at Ray. 

"The second and a lot more satisfying to both sides is oral sex..."

"A blowjob," Ray said and looked at Barbara. She smiled.

"Yes, but more than that. The boy ought to be willing to give as well as receive."

"See, Ray?" Barbara chastised.

"The third way is less commonly practiced and is called anal sex. Have either one of you tried that?"

Barbara shook her head. "But I know someone who has," she added.

"Lisa," Ray said, nodding.

Hmmmmm, interesting, I thought. "And finally, the last and best way to keep from getting pregnant is actual intercourse with the use of a condom."

They both nodded.

"Well, reading this to the class is one thing, telling them about it is another, but showing them is the most powerful lesson of all," I said. "And this is where you two come in. Obviously, you already are having sex, so I wondered if you would be willing to give the class a live demonstration of oral sex. Give and take, so to speak?"

"You're kidding," Ray said.

"No, I'm not kidding."

"Is that legal?" Lisa asked.

"It is if the teacher condones it," I lied. "And I do need to tell you that Jerry and Lisa have already agreed to giving a live demonstration of intercourse with the proper use of a condom."

"They have?" Barbara asked in surprise.

" They have, and since you said they have done anal, I may even ask them to do a live demonstration of that on another day." 

"Wow," Barbara said. She looked at Ray. "I don't want them doing something that we wouldn't do."

"I agree," Ray said.

"So I think we should do it."

"I'm ready if you are," he agreed.

"Great," I said. "Then we will do both demonstrations on the same day, this Thursday, okay?"

They nodded.

"You'll need to think about it and talk about it ahead of time, so you can figure out how to overcome your natural initial embarrassment but still be able to do the best job you can at demonstrating the act."

They both nodded.

"I want you both to be able to enjoy it—and show that enjoyment, right?"

Barbara nodded. God, maybe this was going to work after all, I thought.

"One other thing, Barbara. Why don't you wear your cheerleader uniform. It will be sexier that way."

"All right."

"I have some other students coming in about some other matters, so you can leave now, but don't talk to anyone about this, not even Jerry and Lisa, all right?"

They both agreed.

Jerry and Lisa both came in at 2:45. In appearance they were pretty much the opposites of Ray and Barbara. Jerry was short and stocky with sandy-colored hair and a wide grin. Lisa was about five-eight with long straight blonde hair and blue eyes. Barbara and Lisa were both very pretty, just in different ways. I won't bore you with the conversation I had with Jerry and Lisa, since it was very similar to that which I had with Ray and Barbara. But this one was a little more delicate because we were talking about actual intercourse—with the demonstration and use of a condom. But once they heard that Ray and Barbara had already agreed to their portion of the demonstration, Jerry and Lisa readily agreed as well. 

"No way I'm going to have them show us up," Lisa said.

"Right," Jerry agreed.

"Yours will be the more difficult demonstration since it is actual intercourse," I said, "But I think you may enjoy it once you get into it. I basically want you to not feel embarrassed and just have fun with it. Lisa, why don't you wear your cheerleader uniform, since a skirt will be easier to deal with than jeans. How far the two of you get undressed is up to you, but one thing that will be required is for Jerry to remove your underpants, Lisa. Is that okay with you?"

"I guess so."

"Good. You're a very pretty girl, so you should not feel shy about displaying yourself in public. I want you to forget the audience and just enjoy yourselves, all right?"

They both nodded.

It had been my observation in life that it was always easier to talk a pretty girl out of her clothes than it was with a fat or homily one.

This was going to be SO much fun that I could hardly wait.

(To be continued) 

Sex Education Ch. 01



To any diehard Robotech/Macross purists who may be reading this, my apologies. To those who have seen Macross, it is likely rather evident that I have not. To those unfamiliar with either Robotech or Macross, this story may not necessarily make much sense. 

This tale occurs within the two-year period between the near-destruction of Earth and the discovery of flowers growing outside the Natural Recovery Planning Zone (between Episodes 27 and 28 of Robotech). 

*

It took a long time for me to finally become comfortable with the idea of aliens living amongst us. Just the undeniable fact that Humans are not the only intelligent life form in the universe was initially hard to swallow... but then to have them first attacking my planet and then living peacefully (mostly) in my own town made it sometimes difficult to step out of the apartment in the morning. 

Yes, Zentraedi looked almost identical to Humans. There had been numerous newspaper and magazine articles and television broadcasts providing the evidence that Zentraedi DNA almost exactly matched Human DNA. The largest differences between Zentraedi and Humans were culture and size. 

Fortunately, the Zentraedi living on Earth have almost all become "micronized," which clearly allows them to live amongst us Humans without scaring us all away with their massive heights. The Zentraedi males also seem to be on average more muscular than Human males, while the females tend to have almost flawless figures worthy of deep dangerous envy. 

Perhaps because no official "explanations" have been given to the general public, my friends and I have often wondered: What would it be like to have sex with a Zentraedi? After all, the well-known Max and Miriya Sterling had clearly had sex at least once, resulting in a beautiful a baby girl -- the first-ever baby of a Human/alien couple -- who is probably the second-most popular person on the planet -- second only to Lynn Minmei. 

Lynn Minmei... essentially the reason many of the warlike Zentraedi put down their arms and embraced us Humans. Her music is still heard almost all the time: radio, stores, elevators, television specials. To me, hearing her voice so much is overkill, but it does seem to help keep the Zentraedi -- especially the males -- rather calm and peaceful. 

I have never had the opportunity to travel -- the war with the Zentraedi effectively negated any opportunities for travel for us mundane civilians -- but I would image that for the Zentraedi, living amongst Humans must be similar to what I might experience if I were to move to, say, Paris. My town must also look similar to much of Europe in the immediate aftermath of World War II: many partially- and completely-destroyed buildings, demolition crews hauling away the destruction while many construction crews repaired the best of the surviving buildings and erected new stores and offices and apartments and houses. 

Unfortunately, the aftermath of the war created a lot of jobs, including mine. I worked in the newly-renamed Human & Zentraedi Resources position for a demolition company on the southern shore of the Great Lakes. For months, our "office" was a pair of large trailers with one side sliced off from each and welded together. It was a depressing place, with two of its three windows looking out directly at the northern edge of the town, in the half-mile stretch of destruction leading to the shoreline. As I interviewed potential workers, I always sat with my back to that depressing landscape so that it would not affect me (as much), but that meant that the interviewees had to look at what they would be cleaning up and clearing away. 

For the micronized Zentraedi who interviewed with me (the company would not hire any full-size Zentraedi, citing an inability to control them if they became too aggressive), it was a particularly harrowing experience to sit for up to thirty minutes looking at the remnants of what their attacks had caused to the planet they now wished to call Home. Some of them even silently wept, their eyes fixated upon the depressing view. 

Kyrl truly touched me. He wept openly, his muscular body trembling just slightly, blushing as had so many other Zentraedi interviewees because it was the first time he had ever cried. When I asked him why he felt we should hire him, he answered just like almost all the other Zentraedi: "This is a way I can right the wrongs I have done in battle." 

But there was something more with him. The Zentraedi as a species (or is it race? I can never remember...) had almost no emotions other than aggression until they came into contact with us Humans. The songs of Lynn Minmei seemed to unlock the non-aggressive emotions deep within them, yet they still generally held the same cold, distant expression in their eyes. 

Kyrl, however, had very expressive eyes. When other interviewees would weep while looking out the window, their eyes were distant, cold, a final barrier to protect their minds from the sadness and inner anguish they were experiencing. Yet Kyrl had eyes which displayed the sadness and the anguish and also his desire to do what he could to right the wrongs he had committed in battle. 

I fast-tracked him, and the next morning, as I arrived at the makeshift office, he was awaiting me so he could sign the final paperwork which would ensure his pay and allow him to begin working. 

Over the next few weeks, Kyrl and I became friends. It began with a simple greeting in the morning, and a kindly goodbye at the end of the day. It happened that when I needed to accompany the boss to a demolition site, Kyrl came with us as a bus accident caused him to be late to work that day, and he worked at the site the boss needed to visit. Someone from the military accompanied us as well and sat in the front passenger seat, relegating Kyrl to the back seat of the car with me, and as the boss and the military man spoke amongst themselves, I looked into Kyrl's eyes and once again saw the emotions deep within him. 

Out of pity for him more than anything else, I placed a hand upon his thigh. There was nothing untoward intended in that touch, but from the way he suddenly stiffened, I recognized that I had aroused a new emotion in him. 

That Friday, as he signed out and I handed him his pay card for the day, Kyrl winked at me, the first time he had done that, so I was not particularly surprised to find him awaiting me outside as I left for the day. 

We walked toward the commercial district, each of us thankful to be away from the negativity which hung over the demolition zone like a contagious plague. Not surprisingly, more of Lynn Minmei's music was being played at several stores and restaurants. Hungry, we shared a small meal together, and he tasted salad for the first time. I spoke about my boring life and he spoke only briefly (and very quietly) about his military background and the difficulties he had in transitioning to a more peaceful existence. 

By the time we left the restaurant, I felt I had a better understanding of him, and I felt that, perhaps, he was someone truly worth knowing even better. 

"What is that?" Kyrl asked at one point, gesturing across the street. 

I looked in that direction, and blushed. "It's... uh..." 

"A military secret hidden in the middle of a civilian area?" 

"N-n-no." I simply did not know how to explain what a porn shop meant. 

"You blush," he noted. "You have been there?" 

"Yes, but..." 

"Oh, I see. It's a place for females." But then a group of young men entered the shop. "Then again, maybe not..." 

"I think the best thing is to..." I almost could not believe my own ears. "...show you." 

"Oh. We should go in together?" 

It was too late at this point, but I could at least mitigate the embarrassment for us both. "Actually, I have some of their products in my apartment. I can show them to you sometime." 

Kyrl nodded. "I would like that." 

And all too soon, we ended up standing in front of my apartment building. "Thank you for a good evening," I acknowledged, "but I think it would be best to show you those... products tomorrow." 

"That is good," he agreed. "They must be amazing products. You're blushing again." 

So I was.



Sex Education Ch. 01



Sexy.

Sexy is sometimes hard to describe, but oh so easy to identify. 

The '65 Jaguar XK-E rolling to a stop outside the garage door is the sexiest car ever made. Its British Racing Green paint glows in the early October sun. 

A sexy woman also defies definition, but she's crystal clear to the beholder. 

A tall woman unfolds herself from the Jag and doffs her tweed cap. As she tosses it into the open cockpit, her blond hair cascades around her shoulders. She's wearing tailored tan slacks, a white blouse under a black fleece vest with a burgundy scarf looped around her long neck. Ray-Bans conceal her eyes as she looks around at my building while peeling off her driving gloves and tossing them and the scarf inside the Jag. Turning toward my door, she gracefully moves in my direction.

Sexy. 

No doubt about it.

She enters my waiting area.

"Hell-o."

"Morning." 

"Are you Mac?"

"Sure am."

"I'm told that you know your way around Jags."

I detect a polished accent--not quite English, maybe Scottish. Not the comical portrayals of a Scottish brogue you often hear. This is more Kate Middleton with a Scottish twist.

"I specialize in British cars. I also have one fellow who takes care of German ones and another who works on the rest, mostly Volvos and Saabs. How can I help you?"

The woman removes her sunglasses, fixes them in the crook of her shirt and looks around the room. I take great pride in my shop. Clean floors, with comfortable chairs, up-to-date magazines and fresh coffee make it unlike most car places. 

"Would you mind terribly showing me the work area?"

This is a first. What woman wants to see the bays of the garage?

I nod and lead her through the door into the four-bay garage. The bays reflect the tone set in the waiting area. I and my mechanics all wear white coveralls. The floors are concrete with a high gloss finish. Each mechanic keeps his tools clean and in order. There's no rap music pounding, but rather a steady stream of classical. Today it's Debussy's La mer.

The first bay is mine and is currently empty. Charlie is working on a classic Mercedes 600 in the next bay. He has half the engine laid out on his workbench and is leaning over the soft cloth drape he spread on the fender to reach deep into the motor well.

George is finishing a tune-up on a Volvo in the third bay. In the last one, the only one with a lift, is my latest project. I'm rebuilding the drive train on my Austin-Healey 3000.

"Impressive," the woman says as she walks around the work area. "If your workmanship equals your attention to order, you can help me."

"I like to think we do things right and treat every car as if it were our own. Plus, we know what we're doing. So, what can I do for you?"

"My right front wheel bearing is just about to give up the ghost. I'd like you to tend to that and you probably should turn the rotors on the front brakes while you're at it. And, just give it a general look-around."

I take this in while trying not to show surprise. I never met a woman who knew a wheel bearing from a dog turd, let alone be able to diagnose a problem with it.

"I can do that, but how do you know that's the problem?"

With a cold smile she says, "I drive the bloody thing and have excellent hearing."

"Hey, no offense, Miss. It's just that..."

"That a woman couldn't possibly know anything about cars?"

I nod and smile with more than a tint of guilt.

"Apologies, Miss. Again, no offense. Let's go to the office and see what we can schedule."

I motion her ahead of me. As she walks back to the office, I take in the sensuous motion of her rear in the tailored slacks. Her but--bouncing slightly as she takes long strides--is the stuff of dreams.

It's Saturday morning. We close at noon and don't open until Monday. I bring up the appointment calendar. "How's Tuesday? You'd have to leave it for the day. I can order the bearing then."

"You could order the parts now, unless you're going to confirm my diagnosis." she says with a smile that's a few degrees warmer than her last one.

I sense bullshit is not welcome.

"Actually, I will do my own diagnosis. Not that I doubt you, but I have my own professional standards. And, the supplier is closed on weekends."

"Fair enough. Tuesday it is."

I pull up the order form on the screen.

"Need some info. Name?"

"J. Miriam Collins."

I enter it and ask for address. She gives me one I recognize.

"You're at Barton Hills Academy?"

"Aye. A teacher."

I fill in the address.

"What do you teach? If you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all. Biology, health and, in my spare time, I'm the volleyball coach. I also proctor one of the residence halls. Keeps me busy and affords me a delightfully cramped suite in one of the dorms."

Nodding, I silently wonder how a teacher could afford a classic Jag. After securing a cell phone number, I enter an estimate for the work, excluding the parts that I would have to price and print a copy.

"If you would just sign to authorize going ahead, Miss Collins, we'll be all set."

"Mim, please," she says as she signs

Bending over to affix her signature, her blond hair falls in two silken waterfalls. Her movement releases a scent of something subtle, but classic. Chanel, perhaps, but not overdone.

Her fingers are long and elegant and bear no rings. She straightens up, catching me staring.

"Something amiss, Mac?"

"No."

"You're staring."

"You're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beauty."

Her cheeks blush.

"Thank you for the compliment."

She is not offended or even put off. Emboldened I stared longer. Her eyes are some sort of green I can't adequately describe. The best I can do is a cross between emerald and aqua. They are deep with dark pupils. Flawless skin shows subtle colorations of pink. She has a widows' peak and simply brushes her thick, blond hair back, tucking it behind her ears. 

"Well, I'll see you on Tuesday, then." 

"Fine, I can give you a ride back to the Academy if you need it. '

Her eyes lock onto mine. "Yes, I'd like that."

Mim crosses to the Jag, retrieves her Ray-Bans from the crook of her blouse. Her breasts do not appear large, but certainly create an attractive shape in her blouse and vest. Shooting me a quick smile, she smoothly bends herself into the sports car, fixes her cap and scarf and starts the engine. She is the most graceful creature I have ever seen.

I want this woman.

I enjoy the growl of the Jag as she accelerates away.

In two minutes I have my cousin, Samantha, on the phone.

"Hey, Mac, what's shakin'?"

"Just finishing up and hoping to close on time today. Is dinner still on for tomorrow?"

"Yep. Mom is out shopping now. Prime rib, Yorkshire pudding, green beans and some other stuff I am totally freakin' ignorant about. You know me and cooking. Good thing Mom's in charge. I'm just finishing cleaning my place and then I'll head over and lend her a hand."

"Sounds perfect. I'll bring some wine."

"Cool, I'll tell Mom. I like these family things. It'll be good to catch up with you."

"Agreed. Hey, Sam, do you know a Miriam Collins?"

"HRH?"

"What?"

Laughing, she says, "Her Royal Highness."

Sam is the librarian at Barton Hills Academy for Girls. She's 31 and definitely does not fit any stereotype of a school librarian. Her tattoos are discretely hidden under her clothes, except for a tiny Chinese symbol at the nape of her neck, usually covered by her dark hair. She tends to the Goth side, but keeps it in check during her hours in the library, wearing simple but not outrageous black clothes. 

But, like me, she loves order. She also enjoys working with the students to help them learn how to do research, both in the library with real books and on-line.

"She's a princess?" I ask.

"No. She just has that bearing. You know how you imagine royalty talk, walk and behave. Very proper and refined. Actually, she's nice, once you get to know her. Very down to earth and extremely funny. You don't see that humor at first and then it just knocks you over. Why are you asking?"

"Oh, she was just in here and wanted me to work on her XK-E. She sure knew about cars."

"Duh!"

"What?"

"Of course she knows about cars. You know who her great uncle is, right?"

"Not a clue, Sam."

"Well, she is Scottish royalty of a sort. Her full name is Jacqueline Miriam Collins. Get it?"

"No, I..."

Then it hits me, Jacqueline or Jacky. Like in Jacky Collins the race car driver and one of my all-time heroes.

"No shit!"

"Yep. I think that's why she goes by her middle name, avoids all the questions. Her grandfather is dead, that's Jacky's brother. Her parents still lives in Scotland, though, and the Collins clan is fairly close. Mim goes back during the summer. She has a lot of racing in her blood. Maybe she'll take you for a ride. She took me. I literally peed my pants I was so scared. Mim never even breathed hard."

"So, how old is she?"

"Whoa, Cuz, are you like on the trail?"

"Just asking her age, Sam."

"Sounds like you might be interested. Don't blame you. If I were a guy, I could see the attraction. Come to think of it, I'm not a guy and I do see the attraction."

That's Sam's little joke about her being gay.

"Is she..."

"Nah, not that I know of. She just seems to keep to herself and her private life stays private. But, I pick up no gay vibes. Although I had my receptors on high alert and I'm sure I was sending out some. No response, sad to say. Anyway, she's just about to turn 29 on Halloween. So, you may be robbing the cradle if you go after her."

"Come on, Sam. I'm only a few years older."

"Almost 7, Mac. That can be a lot."

"Well, I'm just curious. I have no plans to ask her out."

"Bullshit. But she'll probably say no. I know that at least a dozen guys have tried and all left in flames. And, you can thank me for the referral to your grease pit."

"Thanks, Sam, and it's not a..."

"...grease pit. Yeah, I know. Just yanking your chain, Cuz. See you tomorrow."

I hang up and let the images of Mim play in my mind as I finish up work for the weekend. Beautiful and a challenge. It just keeps getting more interesting.

My dinner with my aunt and cousin is enjoyable, although I can't drag much out of Sam about Mim. 

The only tidbit I get was that maybe the blond wanted me to assist her in class in addition to dealing with her car. 

I push Sam, but she just smiles and says no more.

As Tuesday nears I anticipate seeing Mim. Promptly at 8:00 am, the green Jag rolls in. The top is still down. Mim, with cap and Ray-Bans in place, waves toward me. I trot out.

"Morning, Mac," she calls out.

"Morning to you. All set?"

"Right, hop in."

Climbing in the left side, I fix my seat belt and Mim slips the Jag into first gear. It takes me a few moments to adjust to sitting on the left without a steering wheel. Smoothly she accelerates out of my parking lot. Immediately I know she's a driver. All her movements are effortless as she travels the road toward the Academy. The numerous curves are subdued under her sure hand. Her shifts are clean and quick. I also appreciate the view of her thighs, exposed as her short skirt rides up.

Even as she slides the rear end out on a sharp bend, she never loses one inch of control. I enjoy the ride and watching her concentration behind the wheel. By now her skirt is bunched at the top of her thighs, which are toned and smooth.

I hear the telltale sound of a wheel bearing going bad and silently agree with her diagnosis.

Mim pulls up in front of the former mansion that serves as the administration building. She leaves the engine running and climbs out. 

"Call me," she says. With a wave she turns and disappears into the stone entrance.

Getting out to move behind the right side, I stare at her rear as it moves seductively under the soft material of her skirt. The subtle shifts underneath the fabric serve to strengthen my resolve to ask her out.

Back at the shop, I pull the wheel and confirm what both of us suspected. I order the parts, hearing that it would take two days, maybe longer, for them to arrive. I work on the brakes and do a general inspection of the Jag, finding a couple worn belts and a few odds and ends.

I call Mim that afternoon and give her the update. 

"Well, that presents a bit of a snuffle."

I'm not sure what that is but figure the delay is a problem.

"Sorry, the parts are coming from Kansas City via Phoenix or even England and I can't get them sooner. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Oh, it's just I have to give a little talk in Fairfield tomorrow afternoon. My Rover is garaged at a friend's house on the coast. I'll see if I can borrow a car here or call and reschedule."

"I could give you a lift," I offer.

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"You aren't," I volunteer. "I feel badly that your car is tied up."

"Well, all right. But, only if you let me buy you supper afterwards."

"Deal," I agree. "What time is your appointment?"

"Four pm."

"I should pick you up no later than three. I figure we can cover the distance in no more than 45 minutes."

"Sounds great. Pick me up where you dropped me off?"

"Fine."

I opt to use my 1973 BMW 2002ti. As I pull into the grounds of Barton Hills, my pulse increases thinking of spending time with Mim.

That pulse doubles as I see her walking down the steps of the admin building. She's wearing tight skinny jeans tucked into calf-high brown boots. Her long legs are only overshadowed by the tight shape of her butt. On top she has a cream colored turtle neck, tucked into the jeans, revealing a long upper torso with a flat tummy and pleasantly round breasts. Her hair is fixed on top of her head with two amber colored sticks. She carries a large leather bag over her shoulder. The term casual elegance seems to be coined just for her.

Putting the bag in the back seat she climbs in next to me.

"Love the car, Mac. BMW has the best white. How long have you had it?"

I start off, "Five years. It's one of my first restorations. I've sold most of them, but I am emotionally attached to this baby."

"Can see why. It's classic."

We drive in silence for a while. I ask Mim about her talk. She says it's for other volleyball coaches and entails discussing some rule changes and league realignment. Mim is the current president of the volleyball coaches association. 

We chat some more and then Mim says, "So, I hear you've been checking up on me."

I try to hold the wheel steady, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, laddie, that your sweet cousin, Sam, likes to chat."

"Shit," I think. So, with nothing to lose, I say, "I admit to asking about you. Not often I meet a woman who knows so much about cars."

"Ah, that was your only interest?"

Is she flirting?

"Let's say, I find all of you interesting."

She lets that hang for a moment. "Good, I rather be found interesting than boring."

I smile and she grins.

"I did a spot of fishing myself," she says looking straight ahead.

"Catch anything?" I chance a glance at her. She still looks ahead, but I delight in her profile and the sweet outline of her breasts under the soft turtleneck. There are slight marks where her nipples push against the material.

"Well, you probably know Sam would not make a successful captive. She spills info like an over-flowing loch."

I smile at how accurate she is. Sam's a talker.

"Well, your full name is Angus Bruce MacDougal and you are one month shy of 36. My sources also tell me," she says glancing in my direction and smiling, "that you opened the garage about five years ago. Doing quite smartly, too. Before that, I understand you were a bit of an adventurer. Did a spot of driving on the vintage circuit and appeared to do it quite successfully. And, this part I part I find a bit hard to swallow, you were a Wall Street Tycoon."

I laugh at the description and figure Sam had embellished my past. 

"Hardly a tycoon. I worked five years on the Street after I finished my MBA. I seemed to have a knack for M&A, I mean mergers and acquisitions. Was in on a couple really big deals, made some decent coin and woke up one day without a fucking clue about life. Excuse my language."

I ease the Bimmer around a slight hairpin, downshift, hit the gas, slap the tail in line and head straight down the narrow country road.

"No, problem. Heard the word before, might even have used it on occasion. So, what does a fucking clueless wunderkind do?"

Laughing, I continued. "Cashes out and looks for adventure. You know a trek for the meaning of life."

"Often a journey without a conclusion," she says.

"Yeah, but the trip can be a real kick."

"So is that when you got into racing?"

"More or less. I always liked cars. Now I had time and money. I did a couple driving schools, bought a car and had at it. I did Ok. Won a few at the Glen. But, right now I just dabble a bit."

"Still have the Lotus?"

"Impressed, you really did your homework."

"Don't be, between Sam and the internet, all is known."

I laugh, "Hell, I hope not all."

She lays a hand on my arm, "Enough to be interesting, Mac."

"Like..."

"Like the part of the year you spent with that tribe in the Amazon. I read on-line the piece you did for Nat Geo. Well done, I must say. And, you went totally native?"

"The only way I could really get them to relate to me. Of course the language and my white skin were barriers at first. I had a translator, but worked hard to pick up enough of the tongue to get by. As for the skin, I tanned up pretty good, especially since all you wear is a piece of cord around your waist and a sheath on your penis."

Mim laughs. "So, that was you in the picture? Hard to tell with that beard and long hair. Plus you looked quite skinny."

I chuckle, "Afraid so. In all my glory. Thankfully, the sheath covered most of me and a judicious placement of the spear helped to hide the rest. As far as skinny, you eat what the tribe eats, which most times is roots and bugs."

"Good show, anyway," Mim says. Then, she adds with a hint of humor, "Pity about the spear's placement, though.

"What I take away, Mac, is that you had a strong sense of adventure. I wonder if you still do?"

I sense she's steering the conversation. "To a certain degree," I reply. "I mean I do have a business, a house and don't walk around naked."

"Well, things can change," she says smiling. "Perhaps over dinner, we can do some exploring."

I'm about to ask her what she means when she points out the turnout for our destination. I downshift and pull onto the side road. We soon approach the gate to Cameron School for Boys. She directs me to the field house.

"You can come in, but I fear you would die of boredom. I will only be an hour or so. Feel free to wander the grounds."

I nod to the back seat and say, "I brought some reading. I'll just wait here. Don't worry about time."

"Brilliant," she says flashing her wide smile. "I promise an excellent meal and, well, let's leave the rest 'til then."

She climbs out taking her bag with her. I study her rear in the jeans as it bounces toward the entrance to the field house. Brilliant, indeed, I think.

In a little over an hour, Mim and a half-dozen others exit. They're talking and then with a mix of handshakes and hugs disperse. Mim climbs in.

"Good meeting?" 

"Practically an oxymoron," she says smirking. "'Good' and 'meeting' do not naturally belong together. But, it's is over and we are all properly educated on the fine points of the new guidelines to interscholastic volleyball. Now, I need a large single malt."

"Sounds good, where to?"

"Back to the main road and go about two more miles past where we turned in. There's a small inn that caters to the parents of the darling boys of Cameron. They surprisingly have an excellent kitchen and a decent choice of Scotch."




Sex Education Ch. 01



In fifteen minutes we are seated in the darkly paneled dining room, practically alone at this early hour. Mim had made a reservation and the hostess greeted her warmly. I detect a Scottish accent and ask Mim.

"From Glasgow," she says. "She and her husband have run this inn for ten years. Lovely folk and put out a splendid meal. The soups are special and so are the salmon and lamb. I'm up for something hardy, so will have the lamb."

I tell her I'll try the salmon. The hostess comes and we place our orders along with a request for a double of Glenmorangie for Mim and a lite beer for me. 

She raises a brow at my drink order.

"Driving," I lament.

"Of course," she agrees. "Next time, we'll eat closer to home and you can have a wee bit."

My heart actually flutters when I ponder a "next time."

After a pause, she adds, "You do drink whiskey, don't you?"

"My current favorite is Laphroaig."

"Excellent pronunciation," she says, "and a decent choice."

Our drinks arrive and we toast.

"Mac, thanks for being the sport and carting me around," she says sipping the dark amber liquid.

"Happy to do it. I wish I could have had your Jag ready, but I'll have wrapped up soon."

We enjoy our drinks and I was comfortable with the silence that enveloped us.

"Mim, can I ask about your accent?"

"Accent?" she said with a smile. "It seems to me that you are the one with an accent."

I raise my glass to acknowledge her comment.

"I guess it is a matter of perspective. What I should have said that I know you're from Scotland, but you sound like you could be from England."

"Good ear, Mac. I was born in Scotland, but attended what you would call high school and college in England. So, I do have a bit of a mish-mash when it comes to how I speak."

"Well, I find it charming."

Mim smiled. "Charming?"

"Well, yeah, I mean it's cool."

"Thank you," she said ending my fumbling. "And, thanks for today. It's kind of you."

I nod.

"Actually, your kindness gives me the opportunity to see if I can interest you in a new adventure." Mim fixes her green eyes on mine. 

Taking another sip, she places the tumbler on the table and is about to speak when our waitress arrives with our soups.

We each taste the rich leek and potato offering, savoring the combination of root vegetables and herbs.

"Mac, I would like you to consider a proposal, but first have to ask a bit of a personal question."

I spoon another delicious mouthful, trying not to appear ready to pick up the bowl and drink it down. So, I nod for her to continue.

A sly smile turns up the corners of her full lips.

"Are you circumcised?"

My spoon hovers halfway between my bowl and mouth, while my brain revs out of control. Finally, I engage my mental clutch.

"Huh?" Not too eloquent a reply, I admit.

"A simple question. Just requires a yes or no."

"But, why..."

"Mac, please answer the question?" she says softly.

I figure what the hell and say, "Nope, call it a factory original, still in the original packaging."

Mim nods and raises her glass in a toast, "Brilliant."

I want to pursue the reason but our meals arrive.

Mim digs into her lamb chops with vigor. She had finished her whiskey and orders a single portion this time. The waitress delivers it and making sure we lacked for nothing, disappears.

"Mim..."

"Mac, enjoy the salmon. It really is first class. We'll talk after we eat."

She offers me a taste of her lamb. It is rich and herb-flavored. I do my best to enjoy my fish, but most of my senses are, like my mind, senseless.

Finally our waitress clears the plates. Mim suggests we have coffee by the fire crackling in the nearby lounge. We sit opposite each other with a low table in between.

"Mac, I was not trying to be rude or provocative," she begins crossing her long legs, her jean-clad thighs rubbing. "Let me explain and then I have another even more daring question."

I am hard pressed to come up with a question more daring than the previous one.

"As I think I mentioned, I teach biology. One component of the class is sex education. You may find it hard to believe in this day that many of our senior girls are disturbingly ignorant about sex and even basic anatomy. They like to think they know everything, but through the years I've come to understand that the girls have lots of talk but a pathetic lack of accurate information or experience."

Sipping her coffee she looks into the flames and then back at me. Her cheeks glow from the heat and the flames reflect deeply in her eyes. I am struck by her beauty as she inhales and the fabric around her breasts tightens. I detect the slight bump of her nipples. .

"Barton Hills caters to the rich, obviously, and the rich in this area are mostly conservative. I'm happy to say there are fewer divorced families than you might expect and that leads to a lot of parental involvement. Combine that with a program that requires every girl to be involved in at least one sport and you have a group of girls who, quite frankly, have been too closely watched and too busy to drift into casual sex. 

"Of course, that's not a bad thing. But, I believe that girls who are so unknowing about the basics of sex can often go crazy when they enter college in a much more open environment. Curiosity is a powerful driver of behavior. So, three years ago, I devised a program on sexual understanding. I had a bit of a struggle convincing the administration and spent even more effort working with parents. As I said they are conservative. But, in the end they are mostly concerned about their daughters and I convinced them of the wisdom of my methods."

Mim signals for coffee refills. We wait quietly while our mugs are topped off and we each fix them to our tastes.

"I know you have questions, and I'll answer them. First, let me describe my program. It has three components. There is a classroom aspect. We review the basic biology of sex and learn a lot about pregnancy, contraception, protection from disease and those sorts of things. Obviously, the texts have illustrations, but I find them sorely lacking. That's why I introduced something new.

"I have two sessions on sexual anatomy. Session A with male models and B with females. Mac, you may imagine that these girls really don't know what a man looks like naked. And, that's true, especially since we're an all-girl school. No boys streaking around the campus, no co-ed dorms, no common baths—just a bunch of young girls. But, Mac, they are just as ignorant about their own bodies."

"So, you supply living examples?" I ask. 

"Yes."

"And, the parents agree to this?"

"Absolutely. Each girl needs to have written permission to attend these classes after the parents have the opportunity to read an explicit description of what occurs."

"So, what does occur?"

Grinning, Mim says, "The girls get a good gander at some naked blokes."

"And, you want me to be a bloke?"

"Catch on fast, Mac. I like that."

I drink my coffee and try to assess what she just told me. I can't believe such a thing is possible. It sounds like some sophomoric fantasy you would read on an internet erotica site.

"Come on, Mim. You seriously are going to have nude men standing in front of a room full of high school girls, even if they are seniors? I have a hard time believing that."

"Ok, tonight when you get home, go to YouTube. Search for 'Sex Education UK'. Usually that will bring up a couple videos of a similar program in some British schools. Actually, in those videos it appears that an entire high school, boys and girls, are present for the demonstration."

"And, there are nude men present. I mean with everything showing."

"Aye, and it's handled quite smartly. The instructor has a sense of humor but keeps everything in good taste. The kids ask questions like kids do. There are lots of nervous laughs, but I believe real learning occurs."

I shake my head, still not fully believing her. 

"Ok, let's say I accept what you're saying."

"'Tis true, Mac."

"Fine. Then I assume you're serious in wanting me for this program."

"Of course I am. I want you to be one of our demo men."

The thought of standing naked in front of a room of young woman make my balls shrink and my dick twitch at the same time. Thinking of standing nude in front of Mim tilts the scale to the twitching dick side.

"Explain what you want."

Mim leans over and slaps my knee while lighting up the room with her smile.

"Brilliant, Mac, I thought you'd do it."

"Hey, I haven't agreed to anything. But, I'm willing to listen."

"Bollocks, you know you're going to do it. Anyway, I have four fellows lined up, including you. You get undressed and put on a robe. Come out on stage and drop the robes. Simple, right."

"Horrifying was the word I have in mind."

"Ah, piece of pie, as you say. Anyway, we have a video camera set up and it projects onto a large screen next to where you're standing. The camera can zoom in on..., well, you can imagine. I can then point out the various parts of the male anatomy using the images on the screen, and can do so without the rather awkward touching that would be necessary. For example, I ask the gents to lift their penis to expose their scrotum."

Mim continues. "Honestly, I do call them balls most of the time. I mean that's how we all think of them. By pointing out things on the video projection, I don't have to be close to the real thing. We want to help the girls understand the male sex organ, but erections are not part of the course. Both the administration and parents made that clear. I have to use the illustrations in the classroom session to show erections. And, ejaculations are totally forbidden. I fear the program would cease if that ever occurred."

I let the vision of her description sink in. It does not calm me.

"So why me?"

Mim looks into the fire for a while and then back at me.

"Mac, I try to present a variety of men, in terms of body style, ethnicity and age."

I laugh out loud. "Oh, I get it. I'm the old guy."

"Mac, you are not old. Older than the others, but certainly not old. But, I already have three other guys. Josh is a senior at Cameron and 18. He's Caucasian. Jaime is 22 and Hispanic. D'Ante is 26 and African-American. I have not seen them undressed, but I did ask the same question I did of you. All three are circumcised. So, you are in your 30s and uncircumcised. You fit a couple categories."

"I never considered myself and my penis to be minorities," I muse.

"It's getting harder to find uncircumcised gents in the U.S. So, maybe you are in the minority."

"Ok, you have four naked guys standing in the room. There's no touching. Is that it?"

Mim averts her eyes toward the fire.

"What?" I ask.

"Well, there are a couple other things. One, we have you wear sunglasses that are painted black inside. This way you can't see the girls. We want the girls to feel free to ask any question. They are more apt to do so if they know you can't see who is asking the question. 

"Second, sometimes we get a question about size. Please understand, Mac, I don't care about size and don't think it means anything regarding a man's masculinity. It's purely a genetic crap shoot. In our classroom work, we learn that the average penis size is between 3.5 and 4.5 inches flaccid. We want our girls to have realistic expectations. Very few men are endowed like some of the ones you see in adult movies. But, a girl may ask how our models measure up, so to speak. So, I ask everyone before we go out if it would be all right to measure. I have the boys hold their penises and I put a tape against then. I try not to be obvious, but I may have some contact. We rarely have a problem with anyone getting, well, getting excited."

"You're a dirty little girl, Miriam."

She laughs. "That may be true, but not in this instance."

My dick twitches again thinking that this gorgeous creature across from me has a naughty side.

"So, that's it?"

"Mostly," Mim says. "We have the guys turn around so we can see their naked backs. I point out musculature and basic body shapes. You should do fine, Mac, you appear to be in fine condition."

"I still find this a bit unbelievable. But, I'll agree on the condition you have dinner with me again."

Mim looks at her coffee and then at me. "Mac, I think it would be best if there were not even a hint of some sort of relationship between me and the men in our class. So, let's leave it that after the session, you can ask me again."

My breath catches in my chest. I think she might have just agreed to a date—after she sees me naked and measures my dick. Well, at least she'll know what she's getting into. I wonder if she will still be interested.

"Ok, Mim, deal. When does this happen?"

"A week from this Saturday. We'll use the small auditorium. I'll email you directions. You may have to ditch garage work for the morning."

"I can manage that."

We finish and I drive Mim back to Barton Hills. She thanks me again for the ride and for agreeing to be a model. I drive back to my house wondering if I had lost my mind.

The Jag parts have not arrived by Saturday. I leave a voice mail for Mim telling her it would probably be at least Monday before her car is ready. 

We are slow on this Saturday, so I close early. I decide to stop by and see Sam. I feel she probably knows about this sex ed class.

I let myself into her apartment. Sam is playing a video game.

"So, did you hear the news?"

She doesn't answer for a while as she blasts zombies. 

"Fuck!" she screams as a zombie attacks her avatar from behind and ends the game.

"What news, Cuz?"

"Don't be coy, Sam, it is not your style."

"Ok, Ok, so I heard that you are going to be exposing yourself to a bunch of 18 year old girls. Don't they put people in jail for that?"

"Shit, Sam, I never even thought of that. You don't think something could happen?"

"Chill, Mac, it's all cool. The girls are all of legal age, sign a release and the school has written permission from the parents. I've never seen a problem with it."

"Seen? You mean you're going to be there?"

"Mim didn't tell you? Yeah, I put together the info for the classroom session and I operate the camera for the live demos. So, get ready, Cuz, you are going to flash your cousin."

I sink down next to her on the couch. This is sounding more and more like a bad idea. And, bad goes to worse with Sam's next question.

"So, Mac, how's the shrubbery down there?"

"What?"

"I mean what do you do to keep the crotch thatch in check?"

"Nothing. I just let it be natural."

"Not good, Mac. You don't want to look like some wild beast, especially with the old nut sack."

"What do you know about nut sacks?"

"I told you I've been involved in all these sessions, so I've seen more balls than I ever care to see. I can tell you that it looks a lot better on the big screen if they're smooth. Plus having all kinds of wild pubes is sorta' gross."

"Shit, Sam, maybe I should cancel."

"Don't be a dweeb. We can take care of this."

"We?"

"Hey, that's what cousins are for?" she says laughing. "Seriously, I'll call my friend who does intimate grooming, get it? If we're lucky she can get us in today and you'll be smooth sailing. Ha, get it, smooth sailing?"

I'm failing to see the humor in all this.

Sam calls her friend and we are scheduled for two.

Driving to the shop in a small strip mall, I tell Sam she does not need to accompany me.

She insists on coming with me. "Mac, you have no clue about this stuff. I'll manage everything."

"Sam, don't you think it's kinda' weird since we're cousins."

"Hey, how about that summer when we went skinny dipping? As I recall, I saw the whole enchilada then."

"We were teens."

'What, did you grow another dick since then? I've already seen your precious bod. And, Mac, in one week I am going to be zooming in on your entire package. Seeing you naked a week early isn't going to be a big deal."

I just groan and a little later am pulling into the parking lot next to the tanning and beauty salon.

Inside, Sam introduces me to Marlene. She's an attractive woman in her early 40s who shows us into a small room. There's a table in the middle and a couple side tables with equipment.

"It's ok for Sam to be here, no?" she asks.

I glower at Sam, but can't sustain it. Grinning, I finally say, "Yeah, no problem."

"Is good," says Marlene. "Now, please remove your pants and underwear."

I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks and drop my jeans. Taking a deep breath, I peel my boxers down. 

Sam's eyes widen in mock wonder as she appraises my naked lower half.

"So, what is the plan?" asks Marlene.

"Well, it's a freakin' jungle," chips in Sam, "so let's begin by thinning out the patch. Shape it into a small triangle and take it down to maybe a quarter inch. Obviously, get rid of all those stragglers on his thighs. I think we should clean up his balls and probably his butt."

Marlene nods as Sam speaks. I feel like a slab of beef. 

Refusing the modesty towel Marlene offers as too little too late, I sit on the table and Marlene has me lie back. She dons a pair of gloves and begins using electric clippers to trim my pubic patch. She moves my penis aside and trims the area along my upper thigh and repeats the treatment on my other thigh.

"Look good?"

Sam inspects the area and nods. She asks Marlene to straighten out the top of my pubes, running her finger alone the line she wants her to follow. I shiver slightly at her touch. Marlene squirts shaving cream into her palm and spreads it along my groin. She efficiently trims away until the patch is a neat inverted triangle.

Sam gives me a thumbs up.

Marlene turns her back and begins stirring something in what looks like a crock pot.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Mac, it really doesn't work too well to shave your balls and the rest of the hair on your thigh. So, she'll wax it."

"No way," I say. "You are not going to wax my balls. Shit, that will hurt."

"Don't be a wus. Think it feels good to have my pussy waxed? Well, you probably never thought about my pussy, but I think you get the point. Man up, dude."

Marlene asks me to hold my penis up and away. She spreads hot wax on my balls with a wooden spatula. She presses a piece of tape on them. Without saying a word, she yanks the tape off.

"Fuck me," I scream.

Sam roars and Marlene presses tape on me again and yanks.

"Oh, fuck."

Sam is holding her sides, as Marlene lifts my balls, applies more wax, fabric and pulls.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes and I yell. Two more applications have me reeling in pain, with a small consolation of smooth balls.

Marlene instructs me to get up on my knees with my butt in the air. She waxes my cheeks, performs her torture and then does the same to my crack. In addition to indignity, I squirm with the pain of hair being ripped out by the roots. Next, I feel the warm wax being applied to the area between my ass and balls. I knew this is going to hurt and I am right.

She has me lie on my back and quickly cleans up the area between my groin and thighs. 

Marlene then rubs some lotion on all the areas she waxed and assures me it would be fine by tomorrow.

I look at Sam smirking at my discomfort and have an inspiration.

"Marlene, do you have a couple more minutes?"

"Si, no problem."

"Well, I think Sam is due for a touch up. So, why don't you take care of her now?"

Sam's smirk melts into a look of hatred.

"Ok, Sam, drop your pants and hop up."

Of course, Sam could just refuse. But, since we were kids, we pushed each other through dares and challenges. Neither of us ever wanted to be the one to call it quits.

"Asshole," she snarls at me as she undoes her jeans. She slides them down, exposing a red bikini bottom. Sighing, she drops them.




Sex Education Ch. 01



Sam has a cute figure, small and compact. I never really regarded her sexually. Seeing her nearly smooth pussy is surprisingly erotic, even though it was off-limits for men and especially her cousin. Next to the thin black line of pubic hair above her sex lips, she sports a black widow spider tattoo. There is a small rose on her left hip and a full color angel on the inside of her left thigh.

She hops up on the table and Marlene spreads wax all over her crotch, including her outer sex lips, only sparing the thin line. She presses the cloth and quickly removes the slight, dark growth. Sam winces but would not give me the satisfaction to cry out. Marlene has Sam get up on her knees. I'm now staring at her pussy from behind as Marlene tends to her butt with matching strips on her cheeks and other areas. I can see her pussy clinch as Marlene yanks the tape off the area between her pussy and anus.

Back in the car, I say, "God, how can you do that all the time? I feel like someone held a blow torch to my nuts."

"Ok, I admit it hurts, especially the first time. But, don't worry tomorrow will be worse."

She laughs and I drive off.

"You really are enjoying yourself," I say.

"Gotta' admit it does have its humorous side. Really, Mac, it will look a lot better next Saturday. And, most of the swelling will be gone." She giggles at that statement.

I 'm hungry and offer to treat her to a late lunch. She suggests Chinese take-out and calls ahead. As we head to the restaurant, Sam says, "You know, Mac, I almost forgot how big your dick is. I think the students will enjoy it. As a matter of fact, it might be the longest one we ever had. I bet Mim will appreciate it, too."

"Sam, right now I can't believe we are riding in my car and you're talking about my dick. This is too freakin' fucked-up."

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Let's change the subject. What'd you think of my pussy?"

We both begin howling at the same time. Her twisted sense of humor is just one of the many things I loved about Sam.

At my house, we grab a couple beers and dig into the food.

I'm squirming and finally say. "Sam, my crotch is killing me. I need to get these clothes off. Would that freak you out too much?"

Picking up a dumpling, she pauses and says, "Nah, not too much." Her smile tells me she is cool with it.

"As a matter of fact, I might join you. My pussy is really getting irritated."

In seconds, we're both bottomless. 

"Ah," I say, enjoying the relief from chaffing.

"Yeah," she agrees. "Weird, but good." We each regard the other's newly manicured intimate lawns.

I get us a couple more beers and remain standing while I eat. Sam is across from me at the kitchen counter.

Looking at my groin, she says, "Seriously, Mac, that thing is pretty big. How many inches?"

"Sam, it's not that big. And, you think I've actually measured it?"

"Dude, every guy has measured his dick. Just like every girl has measured her tits."

"Oh yeah! How big are your tits?"

"32-B and sweet as honey."

I stare at her tiny breasts with the dark nipples standing out. I slowly shake my head.

"Ok, asshole, they're an A cup. But, they're a full A."

Laughing together, we share a high-five.

"So?"

"Ok," I say. "Hanging like it is now it's a little over six inches. Well, make it close to seven."

"And when he's all happy and standing up for truth, justice and the American way?"

"I guess you could add a couple inches."

Changing the subject, I ask, "So, how many of these classes have you done?"

Sam swallows, "This will be my fourth."

"Do guys every, you know, get excited?"

"Excited, like with a boner?"

I nod.

"Only once and Mim just had him go off stage. He came back about five minutes later. It was no big deal. The only thing is she won't let a guy stay there and be hard. And, obviously we are in a no orgasm zone. Are you worried?"

"Concerned is a better word," I admit. 

The rest of the week I spend trying to keep my mind off the impending Show and Tell at Barton Hills. I did check out the You Tube video and Mim was right. The guys handled it without a problem.

I finally finish Mim's car on Friday and tell her I will drive it out on Saturday and that Sam will give me a lift home.

I arrive at the small auditorium to be greeted by Sam. 

"Come on," she urges, "everyone else is here."

She leads me back into the girl's locker room. Entering I see the other men and Mim. "Ah, Mac, great. Now, I can go over the details." She does quick introductions.

"You can begin to get undressed whilst I go over things. In a couple minutes two of our seniors will join us. They will be our helpers. As you all know, you will be wearing black-out glasses. The girls will escort you onto the stage and take your robes. Obviously, they will take you back here after the class."

As she speaks we all begin to disrobe. We arrive at a stage of standing in just our boxers at the same time. Mim gestures and we drop them.

Mim looks at each of us and nods. 

"Great, you all look fab. Actually this is probably the hardest part—stripping off whilst Sam and I watch. In a few moments you will not be looking at anyone and you will actually start to relax."

Sam gives me a discrete "thumbs up" and looking at my exposed parts, winks.

A knock on the locker room door interrupts my thoughts.

"Come in," calls Mim.

Two young women enter carrying white Terrycloth robes. They're dressed in the Barton Hills uniform of white blouse, plaid skirt and navy blue knee socks; and are extremely cute.

They look at each of us. As the girl with the dark hair makes eye contact with Robbie, her mouth drops.

"Robbie!"

"Ruthann!"

I glance over at the senior boy from Cameron. His entire body seems to blush and he covers his privates with his hands.

"You two know each other?" says Mim.

"We grew up together," says Ruthann. "After middle school, Robbie moved away and I heard he was going to a military school down south."

"It sucked," Robbie offers, "I transferred to Cameron in my junior year."

"I'm sorry," says Mim. "This must be a little awkward, but I expect you both to be mature and handle this with aplomb."

They both murmur agreement and Robbie slowly drops his hands. I can see he's slightly engorged and hope it will not get worse.

Mim introduces the dark haired girl as Ruthann, although we all gathered that. The other, a blond, is Chrissy. Both are quite tall and I suspect might be on the volleyball team.

Mim is finishing up the final instructions when there's another knock. 

"Mim, is it Ok to enter?"

Mim says, "This is our senior class advisor. She attends all the sessions and comes in to thank you personally. Usually our models have their robes on by now, but since she will attend the session I guess there's no harm. Anyone object?"

We shrug and Mim calls out, "Come on in."

A tall, attractive woman enters the locker room. 

"Jennifer!" I call out.

"Mrs. Condron!" yells Robbie.

I look at her and then at him. The worst just happened. Robbie is totally erect.

"You know each other?" Mim cries.

Robbie and I nod.

"What a cock-up," Mim exclaims.

Jennifer slowly tears her eyes away from Robbie's erection and looks at me and not in my eyes.

"Robbie is best friends with my son. He's at our house all the time during the summer," she says while keeping her gaze below my waist.

She looks back at the poor boy. "Robbie, it's all right. Really, I admire you volunteering for this class." She smiles and he turns redder.

"And, Mac?" asks Mim.

"Old friend," Jennifer says. 

"Fine, well Jennifer we are running a little behind, so maybe you could..."

"What? Oh, sure. On behalf of the senior class at Barton Hills Academy, I want to thank you young men..." She catches herself, "Well, I want to thank all of you for being part of our class. Since we've begun this special program, I can say that our seniors have benefited greatly from the knowledge they gather. I am convinced it helps them become mature and sensible young women. It's also important that they understand that being naked is not necessarily a prelude to sex. Sometimes naked is just naked. So, thank you."

Jennifer waves and, surprisingly, steps up to me. She rests a hand on my shoulder, leans in and kisses my cheek. I feel her breasts behind her shirt push into my naked chest. She whispers in my ear, turns and leaves.

I, too, am now blushing and know that blood is pouring into my dick. I hope it does not show.

"We really have to hurry. Robbie, I suggest you take a moment to settle yourself."

"Huh?"

D'Ante says, "Dude, tend to business."

"What?"

Ruthann catches his eye and as subtly as possible, which unfortunately is not subtle at all, makes a pumping motion with her hand.

"Oh, you mean, oh, oh!"

"Ruthann, as you, Chrissy and Sam go out to get everything ready, please show Robbie to one of the private stalls."

Ruthann takes Robbie by the hand. With his hard-on leading the way, the four of them head back into the locker room. I hear a stall door close and then another outer door shut as the three women exit to the auditorium.

"Men, this would be the time to take a last pee break. You will be out there for close to an hour."

Jaime and D'Ante head in the direction Robbie went. I remain.

"So, how much of an 'old friend' is Jennifer?"

"Mim, she is just a friend. When I was married, four couples hung around together. Jennifer and her husband were good friends. That's it?"

"Mac, I sensed a bit more than that. I don't want to have this class become a cause of some unpleasantness between married people."

"Mim, I'm telling you. There is nothing between Jen and me, except a bit of innocent flirting that all of us did."

"Flirting?"

"You know, we'd all be together and having some drinks. I would compliment her on how nice she looked. I like her. She's nice and lots of fun. We always were able to just talk with each other. There was no real sex, just flirting."

"What's 'no real sex' entail?" she asks.

"You know, maybe a little ass-grabbing, a hug, maybe a grope for laughs, some slow dancing, and a kiss now and then. Nothing serious and all the couples were doing it. Just having fun."

"Well, she certainly seemed to brighten up considerably. So, what did she say to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when she pushed her boobs into you she whispered in your ear. What'd she say?"

I'm beginning to think Mim is a tad jealous. I like that. 

"It's kinda' personal."

"Oh, Mac, I'm sure it was just, what's the term, 'innocent flirting'?"

"You really want to know?"

Mim nods.

I motion her closer. "I don't want to say it out loud, in case the other guys come back."

She stands in front of me and I lean into her ear. I breathe in the exotic scent of her hair and perfume.

"She said I had a better cock than she'd ever dreamed."

Mim stiffens and steps back. She looks down at my slightly engorged member.

"I can appreciate her appraisal," she says with a smile. "She must have had some quite pleasant dreams. And is IT going to be able to behave knowing that it's the dream object of a woman staring at it?"

My dick head is half-way out of my foreskin and my shaft had thickened. 

"It knows how to behave," I say, "When it has to."

Mim glances downward once more and then into my eyes.

"Let's hope so." 

We hear the guys returning. All three appear. Robbie is back to normal. Mim instructs us to get into our robes. As we're dressing, Ruthann and Chrissy reappear. We don our dark glasses. I can't see a thing with the blacked out lenses and wrap-around sides. I feel a hand at my elbow. One of the girls, Chrissy I figured from her height since she is the shorter of the two, leads me and D'Ante. 

Gently guiding us, we soon make our way to the stage. I can hear an electric buzz in the room.

Mim speaks.

"Girls, today in the first of our live demonstrations, we will explore the male anatomy. I know you all have seen pictures both in books and maybe even in the movies. A few of you may have seen the real thing in person. It's important, however, that you understand that what you might have seen in some adult movies is not reality. We will deal today with the facts of life and the facts of a man's body. Just like our bodies, men's bodies are each different. I will demonstrate the anatomy of male sex organs and men's physiques. Then we can have questions. As you know, our male guests cannot see you, so please feel free to ask any question you want. I can assure you that we may giggle a lot, but most of your fellow students probably are wondering the same thing. It's ok to laugh. This should be both fun and educational. Finally, I will remind you that you are all Barton Hills ladies. I expect you will uphold the tradition of all that being one entails. Now, gentlemen, please allow our assistants to remove your robes."

I undo my sash and a pair of hands slips it off my shoulders. In a second I'm naked. There's a collective gasp from the girls accompanied by a fair amount of giggling.

Even in my tribal living I never felt this exposed. Just a few feet away were nearly one hundred 18 year old girls. Also, I'm standing nude in front of my cousin, an old and attractive friend, and one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Truth be told I am enjoying it as much as I am embarrassed by it. And, just for good measure, my dick is thick with blood and hangs heavy between my legs.

Mim starts with Robbie at the other end of the line. She introduces us each by only our first name and our ages. By her descriptions I can imagine she's using a pointer on the big screen to illustrate the various parts of our male anatomies.

"You will notice that three of our models are circumcised and one is not. In the United States circumcision has become a fairly standard practice for newborn boys. In other parts of the world, most men are not circumcised. You can see on Robbie the shaft of his penis is thinner than the others, but the glans is large. When he becomes aroused the glans will get larger and the shaft will stiffen and lengthen.

"With Jaime, we can see his glans is different from Robbie's and his shaft is shorter, but thicker. Remember the length of a flaccid penis does not always correlate to the length of an erect one. Many times a shorter flaccid penis will grow to be larger than one that is longer in the soft state.

"With D'Ante we see a large vein-like area on the top of his shaft. And, finally with Mac we can see a longer and thicker penis. Again, just as our bodies are different, you will not find any two men's bodies that are exactly alike. And, you can never tell what sort or size a penis a man has by his height or weight. As you can see, Robbie is taller than Mac, but Mac's penis is longer."

I feel strangely disconnected from my own body as Mim describes us. Even though she is discussing my own sex parts and probably pointing at them on the screen, I feel as if she's talking about someone else.

"While we take a close look at Mac's penis, I will ask him to pull back his foreskin."

I slide my hand on my dick and stretch it out, eliciting a round of giggles. I move the foreskin back down my shaft as Mim speaks.

"You see Mac has a glans just as the other gents. When a circumcised man gets aroused, the foreskin pulls back, the glans swells as the shaft hardens. Mac, will you please lift up your penis so we can see the underside?"

I pull it up and Mim points out the frenum. "This tissue connects the foreskin to the shaft. Robbie, can you hold up your penis, please? See Robbie's frenum has been cut as part of his circumcision."

"Jaime and D'Ante would you each please hold up your penis? Now, we can discuss the scrotum. Get ready to giggle, girls, because from now on we call them what we all know them to be...balls."

More laughter than giggles erupts from the auditorium. "The balls hold the testicles. They hang outside the body to help control the temperature of the testicles. As you know from our class, the testicles produce sperm and testosterone. Again, you can see that balls come in all shapes and sizes. Mac has large balls that hang low. Jaime has a tighter ball sack. Robbie definitely has one ball hanging lower than the other, while D'Ante's balls appear to be the same and hang at the same level. Mac, could you put your ball sack in your hand?"

While still holding my penis, I cup my balls. Ok, now I 'm getting a little turned on. I am also glad that Sam insisted I do some grooming. Imagining how the camera must be zooming in on my balls and projecting them to the size of basketballs on the screen, I feel better knowing they look smooth and neat.

"Mac, do you think you can isolate your right testicle? Now, girls, can you make out the shape of his testicle?"

"Is it that little bump?" comes a voice from the audience.

"Right. As you know, the balls are very sensitive. You might have seen a guy get hit there during a sports event. He usually is in excruciating pain. Ever happen to you, Mac?"

I laugh and say, "Sure. And you're right, it hurts like hell."

More laughter.

"Can you describe it?"

"I'm not sure I can do it justice, except to say that all you want to do is curl up, hold your balls and try not to cry. Sometimes it makes it hard to breath and you feel like you want to throw up. After a while the pain goes away, but they could be tender for a longer period."

A voice cries out, "Is that what blue balls are?"

A number of the girls howl and all the guys chuckle.

"Mac?"

"No. Blue balls is the uncomfortable feeling you get when you are aroused for a long time and do not get a release."

Lots of giggles.

The voice cries out again, "Release?"

Mim answers. "Mac means that if a man is aroused for a period of time, if he has an prolonged erection, and does not experience an orgasm, have an ejaculation, he may experience discomfort in his scrotum."

A number of "ohs" float up from the audience.

Another voice calls out. "You mean if he doesn't cum?"

Laughter erupts.

"Well, that is another term for ejaculation," deadpans Mim.

Allowing us to release our penises, Mim has us turn around and she explains the major muscles of our backs.

Turning back to front, Mim opens it up for general questions.

"I thought all black men had very large penises," says a timid voice. "But, D'Ante is not bigger than Mac."

"Girls, do not believe the myths. There is no scientific evidence that one race or ethnic group has universally larger penises than another. Remember, that a flaccid penis does not always predict the size of an erection."

"Is Mac's the biggest because he's the oldest?" from a voice on the right.

"Do you mean does a man's penis continue to grow as he ages?"

"Sort of, I guess."

"No. A man's sexual organs stop growing about the same time as he finishes puberty. So, don't expect a 90 year old man to be endowed more than a 20 year old."

Lots of laughs.

"Could Mac move his foreskin back and forth again?"

I slide it back and forth, feeling a pleasant sensation building.

"That's totally weird."

Lots of titters.

"Well, girls, soon we will have a demonstration of the female anatomy. You may be surprised to find out a woman's clitoris has something similar to a foreskin. So, maybe a male foreskin is not so weird."

Mim fields more questions about penises and balls and we all oblige as much as we can. One girl asks us to stand sideways. She remarks how D'Ante's penis curves out and then goes down, whereas mine and Robbie's hang straight down. Jaime's was shorter and mostly stubby.

One student remarks that Robbie's bends to the right. I think I recognize Ruthann's voice. 

"Yes, sometimes a penis can bend or lean to either side. Also, when erect some penises are pronouncedly curved while others are quite straight. Lots of varieties, girls, so don't get fixed on the idea that there is just one perfect penis."




Sex Education Ch. 01



"I don't think any penis is perfect," calls out one girl. "I think they're all ugly."

That comment is greeted with a mixture of boos, cheers and laughter.

"Not me," another shouts. "I think they're all really cute. Especially Robbie's."

"Girls, let's not get too personal," cautions Mim. "Any other questions?"

"Ms. Collins," a soft voice rises up, "In class you said the average size for a flaccid penis is between like three and four inches. Are these guys average?"

A second of silence is followed by an outburst of giggles.

"Well, Chrissy, oops sorry, I think I said the average soft penis is between three and half to four and a half. I know a half-inch doesn't sound like much, but to a man it may mean a lot."

"Are guys really hung up on the size of their dicks, I mean, penises?"

"Just as women have pressure to conform to some ideal stereotype such as having large breasts, society has placed pressure on a man. With a man, we don't see his sexual organs as we do with a woman's breasts. So, we have to imagine what's behind the zipper, so to say. And, have we all heard the saying, 'Bigger is...?"

A shout from most of the girls comes back, "Better!"

"Obviously, that refers to intercourse," explains Mim. "Some women say that only a large penis can fulfill them sexually. And, for some that may be true. But, a man who is committed to pleasing a woman sexually, who is more concerned about her physical and emotional enjoyment of sex, can be just as good a lover whether he has a carrot or a cucumber."

The girls erupt in laughter. 

"But if a guy has a carrot how can he please a woman?" one girl calls out.

"Oh, there are many ways. First, he can just be sensitive and affectionate with her. Then, he can stimulate her with his fingers or orally."

"I think oral sex sounds disgusting," one girl says.

"Yes, some women feel that way," says Mim. Then after a pause she adds, "At first."

Many "oohs".

"In our next section, we will discuss oral sex and how some women like to be stimulated. For today, let's just agree that a size of a man's penis is not the only factor in good sex."

"How about oral sex on a guy?"

Before Mim can answer another voice chimes in. 

"That sucks."

The room explodes in laughter and hooting.

I think I hear Mim giggling.

"Girls, girls, let's bring it down a notch."

The room quiets down.

"I am not here to tell you how to enjoy sex. Some of you may feel awkward about oral sex or even intercourse. And, I am definitely not encouraging you to try anything."

"Do you like oral sex, Ms. Collins?" calls a voice off to the right.

The room is silent. My mind flashes on my cock in her mouth. Now, I really have to concentrate on doing fractions in my head to avoid an erection.

"Ladies, I am not here to discuss my sexual life or yours. Please understand that. I am saying that sex can be a wonderful experience between two people."

"Or, by yourself."

Another roar. I'm sure that was Chrissy.

Laughing, Mim says, "Certainly, masturbation for both men and women can be pleasurable."

At this point I would like nothing more than to start stroking my own dick. I am turned on and fighting to stave off an erection.

"So, girls, as you enter into relationships you and your partner will explore what turns each of you on. I encourage you to be open to your partner's desires and let your partner know what you like. It may take some experimentation before you even know what you like."

"At least with oral," calls out a girl, "you won't get pregnant."

"Same thing with hand jobs," shouts another.

Mixed laughs and sounds of high fives fill the room.

"All right, girls, any more questions?"

"Yeah. So, how do these guys measure up?" a voice calls from the back of the room.

"Looks like there's one cucumber."

More laughter. Mim wisely lets it go.

"Well, I just happened to bring my tape measure." A cheer from the audience.

"Girls, remember to behave or we will stop now. Just so you know, beforehand I asked if each of our guests would consent to being measured. They all have agreed."

I can hear her footsteps and know she is starting at the far end of the line-up.

"Robbie, will you hold your penis out from your body? Thanks. The result is just a hair..."

"A pubic hair?" cries out one girl.

The auditorium explodes in laughter and I can hear Mim laughing along.

After a minute, the girls quiet down, and Mim continues.

"Ok, an unfortunate choice of words. But, Robbie is just under five inches."

A modest cheer. 

She repeats the measurements with Jaime, who is pushing three. D'Ante is four and a half in length.

Polite applause for each.

I sense Mim standing in front of me. "Mac, please hold out your penis."

I feel her fingers at the base of my shaft, pushing against my recently cropped pubic hair. The tape runs along the top and I sense her other fingers on my tip. I believe I just increased the length.

"A tad over six and three-quarter inches," she calls out and there is applause. 

"Again, girls, please remember. Size soft is no indication of size hard."

"Prove it."

A gasp and then a raucous swell of laughter.

"Ok, ok," Mim calls out, trying to restore order. Little does she know how close I am to fulfilling the audience's request.

"Now, if there are no more SERIOUS questions, let's give our guests a round of applause."

Amid a thunderous noise, I sense someone behind me holding a robe. I slip my arms in and then raise them up Rocky style. I say to others, "Guys, ditch the glasses and arms up guys, arms up."

I bounce up and down like a prizefighter and feel my dick bounce along. I look at the audience and the girls are all standing and cheering. I notice Sam in the back waving and giving me a big thumbs up. Jennifer is in the front row with what I can only describe as a lascivious leer. She actually licks her lips as she stares at my dancing dick.

"Oh, no," I hear Mim mutter as she looks from one bouncing guy to the next.

"Thank you, gents, now off you go." I know her command is lost in the chorus of cheers and whistles.

I feel a hand at my elbow and I am turn to go off stage. I turn once more and wave, to cheers.

Back in the locker room, Ruthann and Chrissy are smiling at us. 

"You guys are awesome," says Chrissy.

"Better than awesome," adds Ruthann.

None of us has tied our robes. The girls look around without a hint of embarrassment. Ruthann keeps shifting between Robbie's semi-erection and my slightly engorged member.

D'Ante shucks his robe. "Man, I am sweating. But that was a rush. Just like when I'm posing for a contest."

He definitely looks like a bodybuilder. 

"Gives us a couples poses," Jaime urges him.

D'Ante quickly flexes his biceps, showing killer arms. He makes his six-pack abs undulate. Like me, he has very little pubic hair and no hair on the rest of his body. He turns around and shows a few looks to accent his muscles. He then flexes and unflexes his butt and the girls laugh.

"Love a tight butt," Chrissy says.

"Give it a slap," urges Jaime.

"Oh, I shouldn't," Chrissy says softly.

"Go ahead, girl," calls out D'Ante over his shoulder.

Chrissy giggles and gives him a little tap.

"Girl, that ain't nothing. Go ahead, give me a good one, but be careful not to hurt your hand."

Chrissy glances at Ruthann for encouragement. Receiving a smile and a nod, she smacks his tight ass.

"Wow, that's freakin' hard."

"Well, how about this," chimes in Robbie. He strips off his robe and turns to flex his cheeks. Jaime and I quickly join him. Soon, the four of us are giving the girls a variety of butt clinches. 

They're howling. 

Ruthann gives Robbie a butt slap. They both give me a whack on each cheek and finish by teaming up on D'Ante, Jaime and finally Robbie, again.

"What in the name of God..."

We stop and turn our heads to see Mim standing with her hands on hips.

"Really?"

"Just joking around, Ms. Collins," offers D'Ante. "Don't mean anything by it."

"Well, I'm sure the young ladies appreciated the show and satisfying their curiosity. But, you may go take a shower or just get dressed."

We all turn and Mim's face goes white.

Robbie and D'Ante are at full mast and Jaime is close. D'Ante stands as living proof that soft and hard do not necessary correlate. He has to be close to seven inches, with the top curling back toward his stomach. The blackness of it makes it appear dangerous. 

Robbie seems even harder and much less embarrassed than before. Ruthann is smiling as she stares at the pole shooting from his groin. 

"Boys, now, into the shower."

"Ruthann and Chrissy, thank you for all your help. You may be excused. And, I do not believe I need to remind you that what you just saw needs to remain among us. Understand?"

They agree and bolt from the room.

Mim looks at me. I am about one step away from an erection. My head is fully exposed from my foreskin and my shaft is half-way up.

"God, sometimes I wonder if I am crazy," Mim says.

She looks at me from head to toe and pauses at my middle. 

"Well, at least you restrained yourself, a bit, anyway."

"It wasn't easy, especially when you touched me."

Mim reddens. She's about to say something, when the door bursts open and Sam rushes in. 

"Awesome, Mac..."

She looks between Mim and me, notices the state of my dick and says, "Whoa, am I like interrupting something?"

"Not at all," replies Mim. "Actually, I was thanking Mac for not getting an erection, unlike our three other guests. And, yes, Ruthann and Chrissy enjoyed the show."

Sam laughs and said, "Well, I have to say it looks like Mac ain't too far away from joining them."

Just then the door opens again and Jennifer strolls in.

My dick notches one step up the hardness scale.

"Oh, that was a fabulous session, Mim. You do such a great job. I'm sure the girls all got a lot out of it."

She turns to me. Without any obvious embarrassment, she looks at my crotch.

"Well, Mac, it certainly has been a pleasure to see you again. We really must get together. I miss seeing you."

She pauses, then adds, "...a lot.'

She comes to me and again kisses my cheek, her breasts pushing harder than before into my chest. "Call me," she whispers as her hand trails down my hip, her fingers brushing my butt cheeks.

Jennifer exits.

"I think I'll shower," I say and turn to leave knowing that my dick is going to stiffen in a second.

"Cute ass, Cuz."

"Hmm!" murmured Mim.

After drying and dressing, I make my way back to the auditorium. Sam is finishing packing away all the video equipment and Ruthann and Chrissy are rearranging the chairs in the hall.

Mim is nowhere to be seen.

Ruthann and Chrissy finish and then skip over to me. They kiss me on the cheek and thank me.

"You're cool, Mac," says Ruthann.

"You mean for an old guy!"

"For any guy," she replies and blushes. She gives me a hug and then she and Chrissy run out of the auditorium.

Sam shouts, "Just about finished, Mac. Then we can go."

"Take your time. Want to get a drink or something on the way home?"

"Yeah. By the way, I sorta' invited Mim to join us."

"She agree?"

"Sure did."

"Where are we going?"

"She said there's a little inn over by Cameron."

I nod and then add. 

"I might like to have more than one. Do you mind driving?"

Sam frowns. "I kinda' feel like celebrating."

"Well, we could go back to my place or yours," I offered. "Mim could crash and we can enjoy ourselves."

We meet Mim out front by Sam's car. When we tell her our plan, she hesitates. 

"Come on, Mim," pleads Sam. "Let's have some fun. We can go to Mac's. He has a nice guest room you can use. I can crash on the couch. We'll get take out, relax and get disgustingly drunk."

"You paint such a lovely picture, I can hardly refuse." She runs off to pack a bag and arrange for someone to cover her dorm duties. 

Upon her return, we pile into Sam's car and head into town. With a stop to pick up Italian food we ordered from the car, we arrive at my apartment as the afternoon wanes. 

I open a couple bottles of a decent red and we sit at the kitchen table reliving the session and swapping various life stories.

"This food is delicious," says Sam. "God, I was starving."

"I don't think you were the only one," coos Mim. "Seems like a wild feline was on the prowl."

"Yeah," pipes in Sam. "What's with Jennifer. I thought she was going to fuck you right in the locker room."

"Just old friends who haven't seen each other in a while," I say.

"Just an old friend who couldn't take her eyes off your willie," adds Mim.

We laugh and I try to shrug it off.

Sam offers to clean up and Mim and I head to the living room.

"I seem to recall you mentioning having some whiskey on hand?"

"Sure do. Let me get a couple tumblers."

I pour two hearty portions and hand Mim her glass.

Sam joins us, but sticks to wine.

"A toast," offers Mim.

We raise our glasses as she continues. "To sex education."

"And, to brave men," adds Sam.

"Ah, yes," says Mim. "To brave and naked men."

We clink and drink.

That was to be the first of many toasts. 

Mim shares stories of life with Uncle Jacky, as she calls him. I love hearing her voice and seeing the animation in her eyes as she recounts special experiences. Noticing the swell of her breasts under her soft top is also a pleasant added benefit to her animated story-telling.

Finally, we all admit defeat. I grab some blankets and pillow for Sam to use on the couch and turn down the bed in the guest room for Mim. The girls head upstairs to do their bathroom rituals while I clean up. After saying good-night, I use the bathroom, close my bedroom door, strip and fall into bed.

After what feels like a minute of sleep, I sense a light followed by a soft voice.

"Mac? Mac, are you awake?"

Rolling over, I see Sam in my doorway.

"Well, yeah, now I am."

"Sorry, Cuz, but I can't sleep on that freakin' couch. It is like a pile of rocks. Can I share this bed, it's huge."

"Sam, that's kinda weird."

"Shit, Mac, I'm not looking to fuck you, I just want some sleep."

"Ok. Sure, but fair warning, I sleep in the nude."

"Cool, so do I."

Sam slips off her t-shirt and closing the door, pulls back the covers and crawls in.

"Heavenly," she sighs and turns her back to me. In a few moments we are both asleep.

I wake the next morning to find Sam's ass pressed up against mine.

I move away and she stirs.

"Hey, that felt nice and warm."

"Yeah, well time to get going"

We each roll over and face each other.

She has this strange look.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That look does not say 'nothing'," I say.

"Well, yesterday, Mac, you looked really good up there. I mean the other guys were cute, but you looked like a man. A real, hunky and handsome man."

"Thanks, Sam."

"And..."

"Yes, and what?"

"Well, it got me thinking about something."

"Like?"

Sam swallows hard, "Like what a guy's dick feels like."

We stare at each other.

"You never felt one?"

"Nope."

"Not even Raymond's? I mean you two used to hang out all the time. I know for a fact that you went skinny dipping with him."

"You do?"

"Yep, his sister told me. I guess he told her."

"True. We went a few times. So, I saw him naked, but that's all. We never touched each other. He knew I'm gay. He respected that."

"So, now you want to touch a guy?"

"Yeah, sorta'. Well, more than sorta'. I've always been curious. I don't know any guy that I can just say, 'Let me touch it.' Except you, Mac."

I thought about the strangeness of situation. 

"Ok, but please don't tell anyone."

"Who the hell would I tell?" she says laughing.

I pull back the covers and lie on my back. Our two bodies are totally exposed to each other.

I look at her breasts hanging softly from her chest as she props herself on one elbow. Her right breast has a small silver bar through the nipple and her left breast has a small heart on the inside part. She has some writing on her right side. I motion for her to turn so I can read it. "Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail" RWE

I recognize the quote from Emerson and smile at the aptness to my cousin. She also has two angel wings on her shoulder blades and a scroll above her butt.

"Sam, you have a beautiful body."

"Thanks, Mac. So do you."

She touches my thigh and runs her hand up and down, feeling the texture of my skin and the muscles. Slowly, she extends her fingers and places them on my shaft. 

"Go ahead, Sam. It won't break and won't bite."

Giggling, she curls her fingers around and lifts.

"Ooh, it's warm. And, heavier than I thought."

She plays with it for a bit and then kneeling uses her other hand to hold the shaft while she retracts my foreskin.

"This is cool."

She does that a number of times before moving one hand to my balls.

"Can I feel your testicle?"

I tell her to do it gently and guide her a bit.

She isolates one ball and fondles it.

"Wow. This is so freakin' different from a girl."

With one hand remaining on my balls, she strokes me with the other. I let nature take its course and soon am hard.

"That is totally amazing," she coos. "I mean like a couple seconds ago it was this soft, warm thing and now it's like super hard."

"Hence the term, hard-on," I joke.

"Right. But it's still soft around the tip and the skin feels nice."

Sam moves her hand up and down, sending little shocks through my body.

"You're sure you've never done this before."

"Think I'd remember it, Cuz."

After a few more strokes, liquid appears at my tip.

"This is...?"

"I forget the proper name," I say, "but most just call it pre-cum."

Sam runs her finger through it and spreads the liquid around my cock head.

She looks at the coating on her finger and with a sly smile brings it to her mouth. She sucks her finger.

"Not bad," she proclaims. "Not as good as pussy, but not bad."

"Does this taste different from sperm?" she asks.

"Sorry, not an expert on cocksucking," I confess.

"Mac, can I kiss it?"

My heart skips a beat thinking about my cousin putting her pretty lips on my dick.

Before I can answer, Sam bends over and takes the tip in her mouth. I feel the first stirring of my orgasm. 

I have crossed the half-way mark and know if we do not stop, I will cum.

"Sam," I say as I gently pull her shoulders back. "We have to stop now."

She looks at me with a question in her eyes.

"Close to coming?"

I nod.

"Wouldn't mind seeing that," she softly says.

"Sam, I think it's best we stop now."

She sighs dramatically and then smiles. "Maybe next time?"

I shrug non-committedly. I doubt there will be a next time. 

Moving toward me, she kisses my cheek.

"Thanks, Mac. This is special."

I hug her and say, "Love you, Sam."

"Love you, too, Mac. Even though you're a guy."

She rolls on top of me, trapping my erection between us. 

"You know I sorta' get the sticking the dick in part now," she says. "That thing feels awesome. It's rubbing against my pussy and I can feel the heat and strength of it. Yeah, definitely beginning to understand the guy-girl dynamic Not interested in trying it, mind you, but I sorta get why those poor straight girls like it."

We both laugh and break our embrace. She rolls off and places on last kiss on the tip of my cock.

"Hey, how about I hit the bathroom and then make some breakfast?"

"Sounds good. Do you think Mim is up yet?"

"Haven't heard her. I'll knock once I get dressed."

Sam picks up her t-shirt and turns back to look at me lying in my bed, my erection still pointing to the ceiling.

She just smiles and opens the door.

Turning, she is face to face with Mim.




Sex Education Ch. 01



"Aah," she cries. 

Mim looks at her standing nude in front of her and then turns her gaze toward me.

I quickly tug the sheet over my lap, praying she did not see my erection. Unfortunately, there is no way to hide the tent in the sheet.

Sam tries holding her t-shirt to cover the main bits. 

"I, uh, I didn't think you were awake."

"Appears so," says Mim.

"Let me just throw something on and I'll make breakfast."

"Don't bother. I really need to head back. Thought I could call a cab."

"No, I'll take you. Just as soon as I..." Sam looks down at her nude body.

"Throw something on?" prompts Mim.

"Right."

Sam scampers toward the downstairs, her cute bare ass jiggling all the way.

Mim looks at me.

"Good morning."

"I would think so," she replies.

We both look at the tent.

"Uh, let me get up and I can say good-bye, or something."

"Seems you've already taken care of the 'up' part," Mim says. "So, don't bother with the rest. Mac, thanks again for yesterday. It was splendid."

"Mim, let me explain."

She waves her hand, "Mac, you owe me no explanation about anything. I appreciate your help yesterday, had a lovely time last night, and now I must be on my way."

"This is not..."

"Ta-ta, Mac."

Mim turns and closes the door.

"Shit, shit, shit," I mutter.

I jump out of bed and stuff myself into a pair of jeans and pull on a t-shirt. I run a brush through my hair and open the bedroom door, dash down the stairs only to hear the sound of the front door closing.

My house is empty and my stomach is sinking.

I decide against calling Sam on her cell. Instead, I busy myself with cleaning my house.

I'm just finishing with the downstairs, when Sam lets herself in.

"What'd she say?" 

"Hi, to you too, Mac."

"Cut the shit, Sam. What did Mim say as you drove her home?"

Sam heads into the kitchen and pours a cup of coffee and pops it into the microwave to heat it.

"Sam..."

"What, Mac?"

"Tell me what Mim said."

"What did she say about what?"

"Stop playing games. I mean what did she say about finding us in bed together?"

"Well, she didn't find us in bed together. She did find me standing naked in your bedroom and you, obviously naked, in bed with a huge boner tenting your sheets. Is that what you're referring to?"

I scowl at her. "Sometimes, Sam, you can be such a bitch."

She smiles and sips her hot coffee.

"Why the big concern? You said you weren't interested in her."

I stifle my urge to strangle her.

"I never said I wasn't interested."

"Oh, so you are?"

"Christ, you're annoying today. Ok, yeah, I am interested in her. Satisfied? Now tell me what she said."

'Funny way for a guy to act if he's interested in a girl," she says with a wicked grin. "I would think the last thing you'd be doing is fooling around with your cousin while she's in the next room."

"Fuck you, Sam. I wasn't fooling around, I was just letting you..."

"Stroke your dick. Get it all hard and lick it. Rub it against my pussy. Yeah, I can see that could not possibly be seen as fooling around."

"Sam, I swear I am this close to..."

Sam breaks into a wide grin.

"Chill, Cuz. I'm just yanking your chain. Come to think of it, that's what I was doing before."

She laughs and heads into the living room to plop down on the couch.

"Mac, really, chill. It's fine. Come and sit next to me and I'll fill you in."

I warm up my own mug and join her on the couch.

"Ok, so at first Mim did not want to talk about anything that she saw. She said it was none of her business what the two of us did together. I kinda' understood her to mean if we were into incest, she definitely did not want to hear about it."

"Ooh, crap."

"But, fear not, Dear Cousin, I persisted and set the record straight. I told her you were just indulging me in some natural curiosity about the male anatomy. I explained how you actually were being a gentleman."

"Christ, you told her that! And, what did she say?"

Sam chuckled. "She said she's still learning about American customs. Seems in the UK it is not usually considered gentlemanly behavior for one cousin to stick his erection into another cousin."

I had no response, but my heart kept sinking into my gut.

"Undaunted, I plunged on and we finally reached some understanding. I told her you were uncomfortable, but did me a big favor. I also added that it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing."

"And, she bought it?"

"Yeah, I think she did."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, she did say she could understand the attraction and that you had a first-rate dick—her words. After some girly discussions about dicks in general, and yours in particular, we ended up laughing at how ridiculous dicks really look."

"That's it?"

"Oh yeah, she did ask me if I thought you would be open to being her escort at the Thanksgiving formal at the Academy."

My heart raced from my gut to my throat. 

I leaned over and kissed Sam's cheek.

"Thanks, babe."

"Hell, it was nothing. Especially since I sorta' got you into that mess."

"Sorta'?"

She laughed, "Ok, totally. But, now everything's cool. Actually, I think you owe me."

"Ok, I owe you. What's the payback."

"Next time I want to see you cum."

Sam finished her coffee and headed back to her apartment.

She was barely out the door before I was punching Mim's cell number.

"Hell-o?"

"Hi, it's Mac."

"Ah, yes."

"Look, I just want to first apologize for this morning. Sam said she explained, but I am embarrassed that you were exposed, I mean, had to see that."

"Mac, I fear it is I who should apologize to you."

"No way. Why?"

"Well, it seems that recruiting you to be part of the anatomy lesson for my girls must have made you think you had to do so with every young woman in Barton Hills."

I was silent trying to think of what to say.

"Please let me know when the tutorial is. Perhaps I could pick up some pointers."

Then I got it. She's pulling my leg.

We both started laughing.

"Sam said you had a dry sense of humor. I appreciate it. Well, not as a follow-up to continuing anatomy lessons, but I would like to ask you out to dinner."

"Just dinner and no flashing? Seems a bit dull."

"That's me. Mr. Dull."

"Not from what I've seen so far, Mac. I still think you are quite the adventurer and, I might add, a bit of an exhibitionist."

"Possibly. But, how about dinner?"

"Don't take this as a cold shoulder, but I really have a horrible schedule the next couple weeks. I've got two volleyball tournaments, the girl's anatomy class and I need to make a visit to the city to pop in on my aunt. And, I really don't date." "Sure, I understand," I say trying to hide my disappointment, and add, "but you might make an exception in my case?"

"I just don't date, Mac. But, in any case I am tied up. But, how about you be my guest at the annual Barton Hills Academy Thanksgiving formal ball. It is the highlight of the social season at the Academy. Although admittedly that's not saying too much."

"I would be honored. Is it really formal dress?"

"Absolutely. I hope you have black tie."

"Even better," I add, "I've got my kilt."

Mim actually squeals. "Brilliant. I'll feel right at home. I loved the affairs when Uncle Jacky, my father and the rest of the clan would come in their kilts. Thanks, Mac."

"Thank you, Mim. I am already looking forward to it."

"Me, too, Mac," she adds, "even though this would not be a date. I am asking a friend to accompany me to a school event."

"Sure," I agree too readily.

We chat some more and she gives me the details and promises to send the formal invitation to me. We hang up after setting a time for me to meet her on the night of the ball.

Four weeks until I see her. I am already counting the days. Four weeks left for me to figure out how to get past her "no date" barrier. I am determined to entice Mim into my bed. Four weeks to plot my strategy.



Sex Education Ch. 02



It was obvious when students gathered for the class the next day that they knew something was up. I hoped and assumed that neither one of the couples had actually spilled the beans, but I guess I could not blame them if they had told a couple of people "You had better be there or you're going to miss something really good."

Both couples looked a little nervous, but both girls were dressed in their cheerleading uniforms, so I assumed they were ready to do it.

For my part, I had gone down to the school shop the afternoon before. Students there were rebuilding a car, and I remembered that in the back of the shop was an old car seat, complete with back, the kind you would find from the fifties or sixties: wide, spacious and comfortable. I told them I needed it for a demonstration and asked two of the students to carry it to the front of my class and put it on two boxes so it would be about the same level as it would be in a car.

The next day, the class poured in. They looked eager and excited, the opposite of a normal class, so I obviously was doing the right thing when it came to "innovative education." 

"As you all know," I began, "This week is devoted to ways of being able to enjoy the sex we cannot prevent you from doing but enjoying it without running the risk of getting pregnant. If I read the information to you, that is one thing. If I tell it to you and show you pictures, that is another. But there is nothing that beats a live demonstration. We are fortunate then that Ray and Barbara and Jerry and Lisa have agreed to help us with that demonstration. Let's give them a round of applause."

They all did.

"Here in front I have arranged a simulation of the most likely place where you are first going to experiment with sex—the front or back seat of a car."

A couple of the students giggled.

"So if you, Barbara and Ray, would like to sit here, we'll get started."

They both came up and sat on the car seat. Barbara, who was carrying a small white jar, was blushing a little, but she looked determined to do it.

"Okay, the first way and the least satisfying is what you would call the 'hand job.'"

Again, several of the students giggled.

"Ray, if you would like to take it out, we will ask Barbara to demonstrate."

Ray unzipped his jeans and pulled it out. It already looked to be in a state of arousal.

"Wow," one of the female students commented. "Can I have a date?" 

Barbara unscrewed the lid to the jar, poured some lotion on her hand, and rubbed it in. Then, without looking at the class, she took Ray's growing member in her hand and started pumping it up and down. Several of the students giggled.

After a little while, I stopped them. "That will be enough, Barbara. We don't want to go all the way with this demonstration since it is a poor substitute for better things." 

Barbara took a towelette pack out of her pocket, opened it, and wiped her hand off with it. She handed another one to Ray, and he wiped off his slippery organ.

"A much more satisfying thing—for both parties—is what you students would call the 'blowjob.'"

"ALL RIGHT!" said a student in the back.

"But we'll begin this off with some foreplay. Ray, why don't you do to Barbara what you would normally do in this situation."

Ray pulled Barbara to him and kissed her. Then, to my surprise, he took the bottom of her cheerleader sweater and pulled it over her head. She apparently had no objection to this, so Ray unfastened the back of her bra and pulled it from her shoulders. 

"Wow!" one of the male students commented. And I agreed. Barbara had really beautiful breasts, with maroon-colored nipples the size of quarters. Ray leaned over and began to suck one of her nipples.

"Time for the main event, Barbara," I suggested.

She didn't hesitate and apparently had taken my advice about trying to make it the best one that Ray ever had. First, she bent down and kissed the tip. Then, she slowly licked the shaft up and down on all sides, especially the bottom. Ray leaned back, sighed, and closed his eyes. Finally, she took it in her mouth, lowered her mouth all the way down, and began sucking. 

There was an appreciative murmuring around the class. 

"I want to be next!" the same male student in the back commented.

"OH GOD!" Ray cried. He was after all a teenager, and they don't last long. He exploded into Barbara's mouth, and it was all she could do to keep it in.

"Barbara! Open your mouth and show us," I asked. She turned to the class and did so. Her mouth was filled with cum. Wow. What a great moment in higher education. "Now swallow," I said, and she did, but some of it still ran down her chin.

The class suddenly cheered and applauded loudly. This was the kind of enthusiastic response that every teacher hopes for.

"Now Ray, I think it's time for you to return the favor," I suggested.

"Right!" one of the girls in the class said.

Ray sighed and turned to Barbara. This apparently was not the part that he liked the best or was the most used to doing, but he apparently was willing to do it for the demonstration. He put his hand in the middle of her chest and pushed her down. Barbara pulled her legs up and flexed them. Her skirt slid down her thighs, revealing her panties. And I guess the couple had agreed on this beforehand, since Barbara made no protest when Ray reached his hands up her short skirt, took the sides of her white cotton panties with pink stripes across them, and slowly pulled them up over her thighs, down her calves and finally off her feet. She had a lovely brown bush that had been apparently trimmed to only an inch in length and less than that at the bottom. Even from the back of the room, I enjoyed the view very much and was certainly glad that I was sitting behind the desk, since just looking at the two of them was giving me a big hard-on.

"HEY, RAY!" a male student cried as he stood up in the back of the class and held up his hand. Taking the hint, Ray threw the panties to him.

"Hey!" Barbara said, starting to sit up. But Ray pushed her down again, spread her knees and dived his face into her crotch. It was apparent this was not a common practice for them, but Barbara obviously enjoyed it, and Ray gave it his best. I would have been happy to change places with him, but I guess that would have been inappropriate for the teacher.

"I guess that will do it," I said finally. It was obvious that Ray had not produced an orgasm in Barbara, but at least he had fulfilled the demonstration. "You may straighten up now and return to your seats." As they did, I turned to the students. "And I think they deserve a round of applause." I applauded, and the rest of the students did as well.

"And now, Jerry and Lisa have agreed to give us a demonstration of actual intercourse and the correct use of a condom."

"WOW!" one student said, and a number of the students applauded. 

Jerry and Lisa came up and took their assigned positions on the car seat. Lisa was blushing a little and did not look at the class.

"Again Jerry, let's have you show the class what you would do to get Lisa in the mood."

Jerry turned and kissed her. Then he fondled her breast through the sweater and finally pulled it off. He unfastened her white bra and slipped it off her shoulders. She had small but quite lovely breasts with pointy pink nipples.

"ALL RIGHT!" cried a boy in the back.

Then Jerry ran his hand up Lisa's thigh and began to pull her panties off with one hand. She sat up a little and helped him to push her panties down over her knees and around her ankles. She pushed them off her feet with one tennis sneaker.

But Jerry was interested in more than just panties. He ran his hand up the inside of Lisa's thigh until his hand was able to cup her sandy-colored bush. Then he slipped his middle finger inside her. Apparently, she was already wet, and she drew in her breath with a "hssst" and closed her eyes.

Jerry pushed her skirt up to her waist with one hand so everyone could get a good view, then slowly slid his slick finger back and forth inside her, as she gave off soft whimpering sounds. I could tell the rest of the silent class was getting aroused as well. As was I.

Finally, Jerry took his finger out and pulled a foil-wrapped packet out of his pocket. He ripped it open, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his already fully erect member. Several of the girls in the class murmured their approval. Lisa opened her eyes to watch him as he unrolled the condom down his penis.

Then he turned to her, spread her knees even further, took his penis in his right hand, and gently eased it into her. Lisa closed her eyes and again and began to moan softly, as Jerry began to pump back and forth. 

"FUCK HER, MAN!" his friend in the back of the class cried. 

I had an idea. "I hate to interrupt this wonderful scene," I said, "But Jerry, why don't you sit up, and Lisa, why don't you straddle Jerry and face the class, to give us all a better view."

"All right," she agreed. Jerry sat up on the car seat, and Lisa climbed over to straddle him and face the class. Then, closing her eyes, she gently inserted his stiff penis into her and started going up and down on it. Jerry held up the front of her skirt with one hand and cupped a breast with the other. Now we all could see clearly that Lisa had trimmed her bush as well to a length of one inch and shorter on the bottom.

"I'm next!" the male student in the back of the class cried.

Lisa opened her eyes. "No you're not. This is a one-time demonstration."

Finally, with a loud groan, Jerry came. As I said, it doesn't take teenagers long. I don't think Lisa had an orgasm as well, but she appeared to have enjoyed herself. She opened her eyes, smiled at the class, and covered her breasts. They all applauded, and after pulling out and taking off the condom, Jerry stood up and bowed, and Lisa did as well, making no attempt to cover he lovely bush. 

"Notice the careful way Jerry took the condom off," I said. "Remember that. In the field of higher education, it's called Leaving No Child Behind."

The students applauded again—as Lisa and Ray bowed again.

THE RESOLUTION

The principal, Mr. Pendleton, called me into his office the following morning. At first, he just stared at me for a long time. Finally, he rubbed his hand across his forehead and spoke. 

"Baxter," he said. "I don't need to tell you why you're here. The story is all over the school. Everyone has heard it, but I still can't believe it. I'm just waiting for the parent calls, which will probably be in the dozens. Is it true that you talked several students into taking off all their clothes and performing a variety of sex acts in front of the other students?"

"Not all of their clothes, no."

"But they were mostly naked, and they did perform a variety of sex acts?"

"That would be true, yes."

"In God's name—why?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. Teachers are always trying to come up with innovative ways to demonstrate things."

He rubbed his forehead. "But a live student demonstration of sex acts does not really seem to be the way to go."

"They were willing to do it."

"SO WHAT?! It should not even have been suggested to them."

"I'll remember that next time."

"There won't be a next time. I'm dismissing you as of now. But I refuse to list this as the reason. We'll say you were dismissed because of medical problems."

"That would be fine—as long as I can apply for unemployment."

"You can apply for anything you want. You can apply for pervert status if you want. You didn't by any chance make a tape of this, did you?"

"No."

"Shit."

"Yes, I agree, that would have been a good idea."

He shook his head. "Get out of my office. We'll send you your final pay."

I stood. "By the way, in case you're interested, Lisa is a real blonde."

"GET OUT!"

Ah well, I thought later. Innovative teachers have always been persecuted. 

But at least I would have my memories. And of course the videotape from the camcorder I had placed between two books in the bookcase behind my desk.

The End



Sex Education Ch. 02



Ch. 02 Wolf Feather

I still could not believe it, even as I looked at the items upon the small table: my favorite bright red dildo with the various nubs all along the shaft, the pair of vibrating bullets, the tethered cuffs lined with fake fur, and the several discs in their innocent-looking cases. 

Even stranger to me was that I was wearing a schoolgirl uniform for the first time since I had graduated from high school. While I was fortunate enough to still fit into those same clothes, I wore them not so that I could be taught, but so that I could teach him. 

...about a subject never ever taught in school. 

When I heard the knock at the door, I almost jumped out of my skin and just barely bit back a shriek of surprise. Once I willed my heart to begin beating again, I moved across the tiny apartment toward the door, the reality of what I was about to do settling in with each furtive step. 

Kyrl stood at the door when I opened it, and as soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up like those of a young child receiving a birthday present. He was dressed rather nicely, casual yet certainly presentable to my parents. 

...if they would have survived the war. 

I invited the alien inside, and as soon as I closed the door, I realized that it was the first time I had ever truly been alone with a Zentraedi. Despite having been reduced to Human size, he was still quite strong, and could easily overpower me if he so chose. 

"You are nervous, Elaine," he noted aloud. "Are you... scared of me?" 

I had to think about that for a heartbeat. "No," I replied honestly, "but it is the first time that an... an alien has ever stepped into my apartment." 

"Oh. Is that good?" 

I smiled, hoping to reassure him -- and myself. "I think so," I said honestly. "Besides, what I have to show you is best not... shown in public, generally." 

"Oh?" His eyes had been upon me the entire time -- he had not looked around the small apartment. He had yet to spot the items upon the table -- items which would certainly be foreign to him, coming from a culture which had purposely segregated the sexes at all times. 

Yet, strangely, he was not looking at me like a young man alone with a given young woman for the first time. He was looking at me as if he could judge my character, my personality. 

It was, in a word, weird. 

"L-let me show you..." His eyes remained fixated upon me, but not in a lecherous way. He stood by the door as I moved across the small room to the table, and only then did I feel his eyes move off me and onto the "teaching aids." 

"What are they?" Kyrl asked as he finally approached the table. "The discs I have seen before, or at least I recognize that type of casing as something which typically holds video discs. But the others are new to me." 

"These are all... sex-related items." 

"Oh? They bring the males and the females together? Is that why people go to that shop we say last night? to come together with the opposite sex?" 

The Zentraedi's naïveté was both endearing and frustrating. But as he looked from the objects on the table to me and back to the objects on the table, that was when I realized that this was essentially a First Contact type of situation. 

After all, there was no known evidence -- at least amongst the civilian population -- that a Zentraedi male had yet had sex with a Human female. To my knowledge, Kyrl and I could engage in the first Zentraedi male-Human female coupling. 

...but I highly doubted it would go that far. 

"I think first I should show you one of the discs," I said, really more to myself than to my guest. I picked up the case at the top of the stack and handed it to him. 

Kyrl looked with interest at the young woman on the cover. She was dressed in an angel costume, with a crooked halo digitally imposed above her head and a knowing smirk upon her face. "I have seen such images before," he noted, "on an advertising board at the church near my barracks, but why is her halo at such a steep angle?" 

He was clearly observant -- but that made sense, since virtually everything about living amongst Humans would be new to him. "She is a 'fallen angel,'" I replied, "because she does what some consider to be naughty things on this disc." 

"Naughty?" 

"Bad things. Things of which many people do not approve." 

"What bad things?" 

"She has sex with a man who isn't her husband." 

"Sex?" 

I sighed, but continued. "Have you ever kissed a Human female?" 

Kyrl actually blushed. "Yes." 

"How did it make you feel?" 

He blushed harder. "F-funny... in a good way. Happy. Light-headed. And..." 

"And?" I prompted. 

"...and part of me began to... grow." 

I smiled. This time, his naïveté was actually refreshing in a way. "Have you ever felt that at any other time?" 

He hesitated. "In the car," he finally replied, "when you placed your hand upon my leg." 

That was telling, in more ways than one, and brought a smile to my lips. "The part of you that began to grow... Basically, it has to grow long and hard to have sex with a Human female." Or a Zentraedi female, I thought, if the physiology truly is identical. 

"Why?" Kyrl asked. "What is this 'sex?'" 

"That is what I need to show you." 

I took the case from him and gestured for him to sit on the loveseat. Once I had placed the disc in the media player, I sat beside him, and suddenly realized that perhaps it was not a good idea to invite him to my place, as we were inherently much closer together than I had planned. However, I tried to make the best of the situation. 

On the screen, the "angel" strolled through a barren wasteland toward what should have been an old western ghost town, but was likely actually the ruins of a tiny rural community destroyed not by weather or economics or time, but by war. For several minutes, she searched the various buildings, her digitally-created halo slowly drooping to the side as her loneliness increased. 

But eventually, she found a building with a topless man inside, laying on the dusty floor. Through some cheesy dialogue which was almost laughable, he believed that she was there to grant him a final wish before he died, and for whatever reason, she agreed. 

His wish was to have sex with her, at upon hearing the word "sex," Kyrl seemed to suddenly pay even closer attention. 

Slowly, with the camera lingering upon the body of the "angel," the man undressed her, worshipping her with his hands and his mouth as more and more of her flesh was revealed. So many times I had watched this particular disc, wishing I was the angel having my body worshipped in such a manner, my lips kissed, my skin teased, my breasts nibbled, my nipples sucked... 

...and I was keenly aware of Kyrl's uncomfortable state as he tried to act nonchalant despite the bulge growing at the front of his pants. 

"It's happening again, isn't it?" I asked him, more so that he was aware that I was aware of his condition. 

"It's... Yes..." 

"It's because psychologically, you want to have sex with that 'angel,'" I explained, "just like that man will do in a few moments..." 

As if on cue, the man finally undressed, fairly quickly and with a purpose, as the "angel" lay upon the floor, her legs spread and her knees bent toward the broken ceiling, her sex glistening in a strategically-placed ray of sunlight. 

"He has a long part also!" 

"Of course," I explained, trying to remain calm and even despite wishing the man on the screen was about to have sex with me. "He's about to have sex with her." 

"What does that entail?" 

"Watch." 

And the man on the screen positioned himself between the legs of the "angel," readied himself at her entrance, and began to press into her. 

"Amazing!" 

That was not quite the response I had expected -- but then again, I was Human. I had had sex before. I had made very similar moans to what Kyrl was hearing for the very first time. 

"Her sounds are beautiful -- like Minmei's music, but different." 

That was the first time I had ever thought of a moan as "beautiful" or compared it to music, but when witnessing sex through this alien's eyes and ears, I had to agree: It was somewhat beautiful. 

"He isn't hurting her, though?" 

"No." I was wet, and my nipples were hardened points within my bra. I had to subtly shift position myself. "The Human female's body is designed to be penetrated by an aroused male." 

"Oh..." 

We watched in silence for a few minutes as the couple on the screen continued to have sex. Unlike many pornographic discs I had seen, this one was slow and respectful, which is why it was my favorite for vanilla porn. The camera focused entirely too much on the "angel" for my liking, but nonetheless, I loved the sensuality of this disc, and this first scene in particular... 

"Um, Elaine..." 

Only then did I realize that I had lifted the front of my plaid skirt and was stroking myself through my damp panty. My lip trembled as I realized that I was masturbating in front of a near-stranger -- and an alien near-stranger at that. But part of me just did not care, as it had been nearly a year since I had allowed a man inside me. 

The man in the video began to groan softly, and I knew what to expect next. Kyrl, however, returned his attention to the screen, eager to learn what would happen next. 

The "angel" cried out loudly as her orgasm surged through her, and that triggered the man's climax, his voice joining hers as he stiffened in position above her, the bow of his body exquisite and beautiful to my eyes. 

"What just...?" 

"They had orgasms," I replied, still mesmerized by the vision on the screen. 

"What are orgasms?" 

The Zentraedi's question was so innocent that it seemed so drastically at odds with the new image on the screen of the man's seed seeping from the body of the "angel." "It's the moment of ultimate sexual pleasure," I replied, still slowly stroking my clitoris through my dampened panty. "That white stuff coming from her body is the result of the man's orgasm." 

"He's... messy." 

I had to smile at that. "Some say that sex isn't fun if it isn't messy." 

"Oh?" 

"Some people like it really messy." 

"Like being covered with that white stuff?" 

I was impressed. "That's one example, yes." 

The image on the screen faded to black, and after a brief pause the "angel" was again walking through the desert, her halo very much tilted above her head. But I stopped the disc and turned my full attention to my alien guest. 

"What do you think?" 

I knew he was still quite aroused by what he had seen... and that had been just images on a screen, not an actual naked woman in front of him. I wondered how he would react if he ever had a naked woman in his presence... 

"I've seen naked Zentraedi males before as we cleaned ourselves and changed into fresh uniforms," he finally responded, "but I never had a reaction like..." He pointed to his crotch. "...like this." 

I smiled, his innocence winning me over and endearing me to him. "That's because you're sexually attracted to women," I told him. "Your body sees a beautiful woman -- especially a beautiful naked woman -- and instinctively wants to have sex with her." 

"You're a beautiful woman," he said suddenly, surprising me in a way. Guys would hit on me somewhat often, but never had a Zentraedi made such a bold statement to me. 

"I..." I felt myself blushing. "Th-thank you, Kyrl." My eyes instinctively dropped, and suddenly were fixated upon the bulge at the front of his pants. 

...and suddenly, even though it was not what I had initially planned, I knew where this was going... 



Sex Education Ch. 02



It was time for the Thanksgiving Formal at Barton Hills. I had spent the last four weeks trying to figure out a way to seduce Mim. My roadblock was that I didn't think Mim would fall for any cheap tricks. She was not only beautiful, but smart and sophisticated. In the end, I decided to just go and have a good time. Maybe karma would be with me. At the very least, I would spend an evening with Mim.

There are not many occasions that I can dress in formal Scottish attire. My great grandparents emigrated in the early part of the twentieth century. Along with their meager possessions, they brought a strong sense of their culture. My great grandfather worked hard, opened a small bank that soon became a big bank, catering to immigrants. My grandfather took over and he increased the family's prosperity, along with a sense of propriety. He instituted the tradition of a formal family dinner every Sunday. He would take the family to the local Episcopal Church and then back to his house for a splendid meal. He also insisted on formal Scottish attire.

Thus from an early age I learned how to wear a kilt. As I grew, I also developed a special kinship with the Scottish customs. I wore a kilt to my wedding and every other formal event. I loved proclaiming my heritage in such an obvious and stylish way.

I adjust my sporran while evaluating my reflection in the full length mirror. From the ghille brogues on my feet to the Prince Charlie jacket, I look the perfect Scottish gentleman. I hope Mim will find me well turned out, but maybe not a "perfect" gentleman.

Arriving at the Academy I park and head over to the main administration building for a small reception. 

Ruthann greets me at the door.

"Wow, Mac," she gushes, "you look really cool. And handsome." She blushes a bit with that admission.

"And you, my bonnie lass, are a sight of beauty."

Ruthann blushes deeper. But it's true. She's wearing a cocktail dress of soft black crepe that reaches her knees. Standing in two inch pumps, she is as tall as I am. Her hair is braided into one long plait and rests over her shoulder. The dress accents her young curves and small breasts that do not appear to be encumbered by a bra and the shoes make her long legs even more appealing. Her make-up is not over-done and I wonder if Mim might have had a hand in it. My suspicions increase as I lean forward to kiss her cheek and inhale the same delicate scent that Mim wears.

"Thanks, Mac," she coos and kisses me back on my cheek. "Let me go and let Ms. Collins know you're here," she says and turns away.

I look around the formal entry hall and study the portraits of former Heads of School. They all look fairly stiff and quite formidable. I don't know the current head, but heard she is not as rigid as her predecessors. She understood that today's parents and students want order but not a stranglehold on their burgeoning daughters.

I sense movement and turn. I stop breathing.

Mim is crossing toward me. I did not think such beauty existed.

Mim is wearing a floor-length white soft silk gown with a tartan sash flowing from her right shoulder to her left hip, where it is knotted together. A brooch pins the sash to her shoulder. Her dress is slit halfway up her right side and a flash of leg appears with every step. The silk clings to her body, subtly defining her feminine figure. I can see her breasts move feely under the fabric and notice no visible break in the fall of the dress over her hips. I wonder if she too is naked under her clothing.

Her golden hair is piled high and pulled into a loose bun in the back. With her hair out of the way of her long, elegant neck, my gaze falls to the slightly scooped neckline. She has accented her green eyes with enough mascara to make them appear to be two emeralds set in ivory. Her lips are a deep pink to help highlight the blush on her cheekbones. 

She seems to glide toward me. I look down to see a black patent leather pump appear as the slit that reaches half-way up her thigh exposes a shapely leg.

As with Ruthann, her shoes bring her to eye level with me. She rests her hand on my shoulder and leans in to kiss my cheek. I am not sure what swooning is, but I think I may have done so as her lips touch my skin.

Pulling back she smiles and then a cloud crosses her face.

"Mac, are you all right? It looks like you've seen a ghost."

Recovering, I try to make light, "A bit early in the evening for Macbeth, Mim."

She smiles but asks again.

"Seriously, are you feeling all right?"

I decide to go for it.

"Mim, I am feeling a bit weak in the knees."

She frowns and then I continue.

"I have never seen a more beautiful woman than the one before me." 

She beams and slips her arm through mine.

"Thank you."

Guiding me toward the main hall, she adds, "And, I must add that I have never seen a Scottish gentleman look better."

We enter the hall and I swear there is a moment of silence as heads turn toward us. I catch Ruthann out of the corner of my eye and she silently applauds.

I wink and then feel Mim moving us forward. We begin the introductions.

After forty minutes of champagne and light conversation, the Head of School makes a few remarks thanking everyone, especially the generous patrons of the Academy. She then instructs us to head to the ballroom attached to the original mansion.

As we are moving along with the crowd, with Mim easily resting her hand on my arm, a different hand slips under my other arm. I turn to see my friend Jennifer.

"My God, Mac, you are beyond handsome tonight."

Mim peeks her head around and says, "Hell-o Jennifer. Nice to see you. Here with your husband?"

Hmm, I sense the beginning of a cat fight, or at least one feline marking her territory.

"Actually, Caroline and I are here together. The boys are off to Bermuda for golfing and whatever."

I notice Caroline, another mutual friend from my married days, standing alongside of Jennifer.

"Too bad," purrs Mim. "I understand the band is quite good."

Not to be pushed aside, "Well, maybe Mac can find a spot on his dance card for an old friend."

"Maybe," replies Mim, "but I think it just may be full."

"Well," says Jennifer as she squeezes my bicep, "we'll just have to see." She and Caroline move off. I think Jennifer is wiggling her ass a bit as she moves in front of us. 

"You can retract your claws now," I say lightly.

Mim blushes then smiles. "That obvious?"

"No matter," I say. "I do feel a bit flattered."

"Why so?" she replies. "I do think your dance card may be full. I know I love to dance and I did promise Ruthann and Chrissy they each could have a turn or two. And, our dear Head of School whispered that she wouldn't mind a spin around the floor. So, your friendly flirtatious friend may just be shite out of luck."

I explode with her last statement and pat her hand resting on my forearm. 

"I am your guest and am at your complete disposal."

"Complete! Hmm."

I leave that hanging as we enter the grand ballroom. There are round tables set along the perimeter and the middle left open for dancing. A five piece combo occupies one end of the room and is playing soft background music as we take our seats. 

The table conversation is both spirited and entertaining. Each person contributes stories and observations. As the wait staff is clearing the dinner in preparation for dessert, a young woman rushes to our table and whispers into Mim's ear. She nods and the young woman leaves.

"I'm afraid you must excuse me for a bit. Seems one of the girls in my dorm has taken sick. I'll look in on her and see if she needs the nurse. Please enjoy yourselves and I'll be back as soon as I can."

She turns to me and says softly, "Sorry, Mac. I'll ask Ruthann and Chrissy to look after you. Save me a dance."

Mim stands and quickly leaves the ballroom. My eyes trail her as her bottom moves seductively under the silk.

We enjoy dessert and the band picks up the pace and the dancing begins.

Chrissy and Ruthann approach me. 

"How about a dance?" Chrissy asks.

We make our way into the crowd. There's a slow ballad and I take the young blond in my arms. 

She rests her head on my shoulder and we slowly move to the music. I am amazed at the womanly feel of her body. Her surprisingly full breasts press into me. She softly sighs and pushes into me. Our thighs rub and my hand rests on her muscled lower back.

The song ends and Chrissy whispers in my ear, "That was dreamy, Mac. Thanks."

"Thank you," I reply and lead her back to where Ruthann is waiting.

"Com'on, Mac," calls Ruthann as she grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor as the band revs up.

"I doubt if I'm any good at this type of dancing," I say.

"Hey, we're a bunch of white folks. Nobody is good at dancing."

The band makes its way through a couple covers of modern pop songs and then takes the tempo down with a slow tune.

"Now, this is something I can do," I say to Ruthann.

"I hope so, 'cause I suck at real dancing. I noticed Chrissy was doing great." 

"It's not hard."

I slide my hand around her waist. She looks at me with doe eyes. 

"Put your hand on my shoulder. I'll guide you and just slide your feet along with me."

She's athletic enough to be able to control her body and we manage to get through the dance. She smiles broadly at the end.

"Thanks, Mac. That was cool. I think we actually danced."

"We did, indeed. And no need for thanks. The pleasure is all mine."

"Mac, you're cool." She hugs me. I felt her young body tight against mine, her small breasts pushing into my chest. Alarm bells started going off and I step back.

The band starts another slow tune. Ruthann looks at me and smiles. She comes into my arms and we dance. After a minute, she moves her body close to mine and entwines her arms behind my neck. Her body conforms to mine. I feel her breasts push into my chest, sense her nipples digging in, her legs brush my thighs and her groin rubs against me.

Although she is just a young girl, I am just a man. I feel my body begin to react. She must feel my growing reaction and pushes slightly harder into my crotch. She sighs softly into my ear.

I gently unclasp her hands from my neck. Stepping back, I smile at her.

"I need a break."

She looks at me through half-closed eyes.

"This is so sweet, Mac. Do we hafta' stop?"

I then nod and stroke her cheek. 

"I need something cool to drink."

"Yeah, me too," she sighs understanding that whatever was starting to happen was not going to continue. "Let's find Chrissy and get a drink."

We see her friend at the bar. The girls get diet colas and I order a beer.

"Let's go out on the terrace. I need to cool down," says Ruthann.

The night is cool, but not cold. We stand looking at the cloudless sky with its endless band of stars.

"You guys looked totally together in that slow dance," offers Chrissy.

"Mac, is smooth."

"Amen!" says Chrissy.

I lift my beer and the girls clink their glasses.

"Mac, you really are the man," Chrissy says.

"I guess you'd have to be to be in the sex ed class," adds Ruthann.

After a silence, she asks. "What was it like standing there naked?""

"Ruthann," hisses Chrissy, "that's not a nice thing to ask."

"Well, I don't know. I mean I don't think I could do that in front of a class of guys."

I laugh. "Yeah, not something I do every day."

"But you seemed relaxed," says Chrissy.

"Funny, I think those dark glasses probably help us more than they do the audience. By not being able to see all the girls, you feel like you're not on display. It sounds strange, but I never felt exposed."

"Well, you were," snorts Chrissy.

The three of us laugh. 

"Anyway," adds Ruthann, "you were the only guy who didn't get, you know, like hard after it was over."

"Disappointed?"

Ruthann chokes. "Shit, sorry, I mean I wasn't implying..."

"I'm only teasing you, Ruthann."

"Oh, yeah. But, Mac, when we were dancing, I think I felt something."

My stomach flips. 

"Sorry, Ruthann, I'm embarrassed. I didn't mean for anything to happen."

"Wow, like you got hard, Mac?" asks Chrissy.

"Not totally. That's why I needed this break. Look, girls, I'm a guy and you are two beautiful young women. Sometimes, things happen. Don't think I'm some old perv."

They each snake an arm through mine.

"Mac, we don't think that way, honest," says Ruthann. "As far as I'm concerned, we never have to talk about it again."

She kisses my cheek and Chrissy kisses the other. We look at the stars for a while.

"You know," Ruthann says, "I never saw a guy naked before our class and certainly never saw a hard-on. It was totally weird seeing Robbie with an erection. I was shocked but also turned on a little."

"Yeah, me, too," says Chrissy. "I really liked feeling all those tight butts and then seeing the other guys hard. That was awesome."

"So, Ruthann, I guess you learned something," I ask. "How about you, Chrissy, also a first as far as seeing a naked guy or an erection?"

Chrissy remains silent, then softly says, "No, on both accounts."

"Do tell, girl," urges Ruthann.

"Well, my stepfather's son, Jason, is my age. When mom and I moved in with them last summer, I thought it would be kinda' weird. But, Jason is a decent guy and we hit it off. We like the same music and movies and started hanging out together. Our parents dug that and were happy we not causing them grief.

"Jason lives in a room over the garage. His father fixed up the space and put in a bathroom. Jason liked it because he said he could play his music loud, have friends over and mostly just have private space. At first, he never invited me up. I assumed he just wanted to keep it a special place. After a few weeks, however, I got curious and asked him about it. He said I could come up anytime. So, I started hanging out there. We would hang, watch TV or play video games. A lot of the time, we just chilled and enjoyed being together.'

Chrissy finishes her soda and sets the glass on the banister. 

"Can we go in? I'm getting chilled," she asks.

Reentering the building, Ruthann leads us to a small library. We each take a seat in worn leather chairs and Chrissy takes up her tale.

"One day I get home late from a friend's house. My mom and stepdad are not around, so I go up to Jason's. I hear the music blasting and knock on his door, but get no answer. I open it and find Jason dancing around his room—totally naked.

"I sorta' freak. I don't know what to do. He hasn't seen me yet, so I'm thinking maybe I should just sneak back out. Just then, he turns and sees me. He's still dancing and his dick is like flopping around all over the place.

"He sees me and smiles. Not embarrassed or anything."

"Hey, Chrissy, wanna' dance?" he calls out.

"I figure what the fuck, oops, sorry, Mac. Anyway, I start dancing. Totally bizarre. After a while we are both tired and he turns the music down."

"You're a good dancer, Chrissy."

"Thanks. You're naked, Jason."

"He smiles and asks if I want a Coke."

"We're sitting on his bed like this is perfectly normal. Jason says he likes being naked. He explained that's why he was reluctant to invite me up to his room in the beginning. Then, he enjoyed hanging out with me, but he missed being able to be naked. He was going to tell me about it, but now that I was there, he doesn't have to.

"After that, he was nude a lot of the times I went up there. He never tried to get me to take my clothes off, although he said I could if I wanted. And, he never tried to hit on me or anything. He just liked walking around bare-assed. After a few times, I got used to it. He has a nice body and I had never seen a naked boy before. One day I came up and he was in his bed reading and he had an erection."

Chrissy looks at both of us and smiles. She is blushing and Ruthann gives her a sip from her glass.

"Anyway, he says hi like it's nothing. I get a little annoyed."

"Jason, you have a hard-on," I said.

"Yeah. I'm reading some really neat erotic lit. Actually, I was just going to beat-off. Would that freak you out?"

"I shrugged and he took that as a no and began rubbing it. I just watched and in a few minutes he was exploding all over his stomach. He asks me to get him some toilet paper from his bathroom. I do and he cleans himself up."

"I needed that," he says.

"I ask him what he's reading and he hands me a book by Anais Nin. I started reading and got turned on myself. She writes really neat erotic stuff. Anyway, from then on, Jason would continue to be nude, walk around with a hard-on and masturbate any time he felt like it. He said I could feel free to do the same, or not. I chose 'or not'—well not with him anyway. The only thing I ever did was help him masturbate. It was neat but since I didn't have any romantic feelings for him, it was just sorta' an experiment. The good thing is I got pretty good at it, at least according to Jason."

Ruthann pats her hand. "Wow, I never heard any of that."

"Well, there never seemed to be a good time to bring it up. Tonight, I guess was a good time."

"So, have you had any other times to practice this new skill," asked Ruthann.

"Unfortunately, no," says Chrissy. "Although after seeing the guys at our sex ed class, I was getting itchy palms."

We share a good laugh and fall into silence.

After a few moments, Ruthann asks me, "Hey, did Ms. Collins ask you about helping with The Sirens?"

"Sirens? No, she didn't mention anything about them. What do you use sirens for, emergency warning?"

Both girls giggle.

"What? Is there something wrong with them?"

They giggle some more and Ruthann says, "We should let Ms. Collins talk to you."

I'm about to push the subject, when we're interrupted.

"There you are. You naughty boy trying to hide from us."

I look up to see Jennifer and Caroline entering the room.

"Ruthann and Chrissy," she says, "why don't you two girls run along and rejoin the rest of the people. We want to talk with Mac in private."

I see the looks in the girl's eyes and hope they don't say what they obviously are thinking.

Ruthann pulls it together.

"Sure, Mrs. Condron," she says. "We'll leave you grown-ups alone."

She and Chrissy leave.

"Mac, we've been looking all over for you," purrs Jennifer. 

"Well, you found me."

Jennifer walks toward me and I notice she is slightly unsteady.

"Had a couple champagnes?"

"Jus' a couple," she giggles. Caroline covers her mouth and joins in the giggling.

"Was there something special you wanted, Jennifer?"

"As a matter of fact there is," she says.

She pulls up a footstool in front of my chair and she and Caroline sit down.

"Actually, there are two things."

Her words are definitely slurring.

I wait but she just sits there smiling.

"And, they would be what?"

The two women look at each other and giggle some more. It's getting annoying.

"Well, they are related. You see, Mac, I was describing the sex ed class and how you were the star—the biggest star."

Caroline blushes and looks away.

"Yes, I told her Mandy certainly was most likely not exaggerating when she told us what a great fuck you were."

I stare at her.

"What?" she asks.

"Oh, come on, Mac. What do you think we girls talk about when you guys are out golfing or driving cars around in a circle? Huh?"

"I have no idea."

"S-E-X," she says. "Who's getting it and who's not. Which husband is a good screw. Which guys will go down on us and if they're any good. Sex, Mac, that's what we want to talk about.

"Mandy used to say you were the best fuck she'd ever had. And, that you could last for hours and had a great dick. We were all so jealous. Christ, Caroline and I have talked about it. Both our husbands are fat and fast."





Sex Education Ch. 02



"And, with small dicks," adds Caroline.

"Yeah, puny penises. Dinky dicks. Crummy cocks. Miniscule manhood. I could go on, but you get the point."

"Ladies, I don't want to hear this. Believe me I have no interest in your private sex lives or how you rate your men's equipment. Just tell me what you want, and then maybe I can rejoin the festivities."

"Ok," says Jennifer as she leans forward, coming close to my face. I smell the strong odor of wine. Her eyes are glazed. 

"What Caroline wants to know is what you're wearing under that kilt."

"None of your business. What's the second thing?"

"Oh, we'll see about whose business it is. And, I want to prove to Caroline that I was not lying about your beautiful cock. So, why not just lift that lil' kilty-wilty for us."

"God, Jennifer, you're really smashed. Why don't you two call a cab and go home."

"Oh, we will call a cab. We are not stupid enough to drive like this. And, we will go home. And, you know what, Mac?"

"What?"

"We will go to my house, take our clothes off and fuck each other silly."

I am shocked. I also have nothing to say to that.

"So, give us a peek. It will really boost our libidos and we'll be on our way. Oh, and one last thing, you can come with us if you want."

I look at Jennifer. She is beautiful. Many a night when Mandy and I used to hang out with her, I imagined what it would be like to bed her. Caroline is less attractive, but only mildly so. I never had any fantasies about Caroline. Well, no more than the average male wondering what a woman looks like naked.

Now, I am seeing another side of Jennifer. I guess it falls into the category of "be careful of what you wish for, it just might come true."

"Sorry to disappoint you. But, that is not going to happen."

I stand to leave the room.

"Are you sure, Mac?" purrs Jennifer.

She unties the blue ribbon that secures the top of her dress together. She pulls the neckline apart and it slides down her chest. With a tug, she pulls it down to her waist exposing her white breasts. For years, I wondered what they looked like. Now, I gaze on the large mounds with huge areolas and dark nipples and I feel almost nothing, although admit to myself that they are spectacular breasts.

"Still sure?"

Before I can answer, she turns to Caroline and lifts the silk blouse and camisole her friend is wearing above her silk skirt. In a flash, Caroline's tiny breasts appear and her nipples are hard bumps. Caroline holds up her blouse as Jennifer runs her hands over the small but pretty breasts. 

"Getting some doubts now? Aren't these so cute? Her nipples are like little rubies."

I don't have doubts, but I do have desires. Looking at two topless women is feeding the desire. I gaze at Jennifer's impressive breasts. Her nipples are hard and the skin of her breasts is covered with small goose bumps. They far surpass my fantasies. Still, I don't want to go down that road.

"I'm leaving."

Jennifer takes her hands away from Caroline's small mounds and plays with her own nipples.

"Mac, I don't think it would be good for your reputation or that of those two high school girls if word got out that they were alone with you in a private room and someone found you three in a compromising situation."

"That's bullshit," I hiss. "There was nothing going on here and you know it."

"All I know is that you three were here, hiding from everyone else. The girls were all flushed and sitting practically in your lap. This could be serious. And, we all saw you dancing with them—dancing very close, might I add. They might even get expelled. And, since you are known to have been naked in front of them, and maybe not wearing anything underneath that kilt...Well, let's just say people could draw the wrong conclusion."

"Why are you being such a bitch? They didn't do anything wrong."

"Maybe, maybe not. But you know once something like this gets out, it's hard to contain it."

I stare at her. She must be a lot drunker than I first thought. I know I should just walk out, but I hesitate because I'm afraid that she might actually follow through and make things difficult for the girls.

Jennifer is now tweaking her own breasts, making her nipples point out. Caroline is copying her movements on her own chest.

"Look, Jennifer, you're drunk and tomorrow you will most likely regret this whole thing. So, let's just stop it now."

She shakes her head back and forth. "Dick or no deal."

"Jennifer, I am not going to flash you."

"No problem," she says. "We'll do all the work."

In a flash she grabs the hem of my kilt and flips it up. She and Caroline stare at my naked flesh.

"Ooh, Caroline. See I told you it's huge."

"Awesome," whispers Caroline.

Jennifer reaches out and grabs me. She begins to move her hand up and down my shaft. I resist getting an erection but know I can not hold out for long. Caroline's hand joins her and the two stroke me and fondle my balls. I begin to move my hand to push them away.

"What the hell is going on here?"

I look up to see Mim in the doorway. Jennifer and Caroline jerk their heads around. 

There is fire in Mim's eyes.

"Really, have you people lost your minds?"

Jennifer is frozen in place, one hand holding up my kilt and the other clamped onto my dick. Both of them have their breasts exposed.

I pull my kilt free and drop it. Jennifer's hand remains underneath with a death grip on my dick. Caroline jerks hers away and is pulling down her blouse.

"Jennifer, I think you can release him now."

Jennifer shakes her head a bit and then seems to realize where her hand is. She withdraws it.

"Mim, I can..."

"Jennifer, I suggest you cover your bosoms and then you and your friend find a way home now. On Monday, when you are sober, we can discuss this situation, if it is necessary. Right now, I am thinking maybe we should all just forget and move on."

Jennifer and Caroline rise, rearrange their clothes and carefully make their way out of the room, careful not to cross too close to Mim.

"Mim," I begin.

She holds up her hand. She goes to the door and looks out to be sure that the two ladies are leaving.

"Mac, do you think you can possibly be in the presence of women and not feel the need to demonstrate your masculinity?"

"Mim, it's not what it looks like."

"Really? I don't think there are too many interpretations to standing exposed in front of two grown and half-naked women while they sample the goods."

"Ok, I know that's what it looks like."

"No, Mac, that's what it was."

Mim is flushed, and I fear it is with anger and not lust.

"I was trying to protect Ruthann and Chrissy."

"Now, I've heard everything. How does flashing protect them?"

"Just let me tell you the whole story."

Mim crosses her arms underneath her breasts making the mounds push out and her nipples protrude farther. She nods for me to continue.

I relate the story, not sparing any details. Well, I do leave out the part where Chrissy was telling us about her stepbrother and, of course, about me getting semi-aroused dancing with Ruthann.

When I finish, Mim continues to stare at me.

"So?" I ask pleadingly.

"As daft as that tale sounds, I think I may believe it. The girls found me as I was coming back into the ballroom. They told me about Jennifer and her friend. They said they thought those women were drunk and they were worried about you."

"It's the truth, Mim. I swear."

She shakes her head and then sighs. 

"Jesus, Mac. If it were anyone else but me walking in here, there would be hell to pay."

I nod. "So, all is forgiven?"

She slowly smiles. "I suppose. Only on one condition."

I look at her.

"I think you owe me a dance. Hell, make that several dances."

I grin like a teenager. "Absolutely!"

She takes my arm and we start to make our way out.

"And," I add, "maybe I can entice you into a proper date."

"Aye," she says softly. "A proper date? Would that be one where you are not exposing the family jewels to a room full of girls, a family member or members of our faculty?"

"Sorta," I answer. "But, maybe we should not exclude every faculty member."

She turns her face to mine and blushes.

"Yes, perhaps not."

We find our way back to the ballroom. The band is returning from a break. They begin with a couple fast tempo songs. I ask Mim if we can sit out and have a drink.

Standing by the bar, we sip our drinks. Chrissy and Ruthann are dancing and laughing.

"They're nice kids," I say.

"Yes. I suppose they're teacher's pets. But, they are smart. They have a good sense of themselves and don't seem as lost as so many of my students. They are the stars of the volleyball team. I can rely on them to help me out a lot. I asked them to work at this event as sort of a reward for all the other things they do."

"You mean helping with the sex ed class was work and not a reward?" I ask.

Mim smiles at my teasing. "Oh, I suppose it did have some good points to it."

"At least four," I offer.

She laughs out loud. Mim slips her arm through mine as we stand close to each other and watch the dance floor.

The music ends and Ruthann spots us. She drags Chrissy over.

"Thank God, you're saved," she gushes.

"Yes, I appreciate you sending in the cavalry."

"Cavalry?" says Mim.

"Americanism," Ruthann adds. "Sending you to rescue him."

"Ah."

"So, what happened?" gushes Ruthann. "They looked like were ready to eat you up."

The band strikes up a slow tune. Instead of replying to Ruthann, I motion with my eyes to the dance floor.

"Absolutely," says Ruthann. "You two need to get out there. He's a really good dancer, Ms. Collins. Go on."

"And, you dance, too!" Mim says with a smile.

"Well, I promise not to break all of your toes."

"Puts you way ahead of my last date."

She catches herself, but it is too late.

"So, we're having a date?"

Ruthann and Chrissy giggle. 

Mim shoots them a glance and then says, "Let's dance."

I lead her onto the floor. Slipping my hand around her waist, I enjoy the feel of her toned body. She rests her hand on my shoulder, keeping a few inches of space between us, and looks into my eyes. I can't read her look, but my heart flutters at the intensity of her gaze and the depth of her green eyes.

We move as if we've danced with each other for ages. With subtle pressure on her waist or a slight pull of my hand, I signal our next move. She follows with flawless grace.

The song ends and I regrettably remove my hand from her waist. She holds my hand in hers and we look at each other.

"Lovely, Mac. Thanks."

I am about to respond when the band leader announces a song by Barry White. I know it's from the ancient past, but I still think he is pure sex.

I arch an eyebrow and Mim smiles. We step back onto the dance floor.

With a subtle grin she says, "So, Mac, do you want to dance or do you want to D-A-N-C-E?"

I step close to her, encircle her waist and pull her tight to me. She presses against me and leans her head on my shoulder while her hand snakes around my neck and her fingers caress my hairline.

We dance, but barely move about the floor.

I bring our clenched hands close to my chest and my other hand slips onto her hip. I hear a low sigh.

We move as one as the singer does a decent cover of Barry,

My fingers move lightly along the smooth silk of her side. I daringly let my fingers stretch to the top of her rear. I realize I have felt no waistband of underwear.

"Hold me, Mac," she whispers.

I pull her tighter and feel her breasts press into my chest. Even through my layers of clothing, I can make out her hard nipples atop the soft mounds. I swear she is not wearing anything underneath.

Mim sighs louder and pushes her pelvis hard against me. I think she must be able to feel my greatly engorged member. I am not hard, but I am certainly not hanging limp.

My eyes are closed as I revel in our intimate touching and drink in her fragrance. My lips press to her ear, "You smell incredible."

"Mmm, so do you," she says. She moves her head from my shoulder and I open my eyes. We lock on to each other. I move forward to kiss her, but she pulls her head away and puts it back down on my shoulder. My lips brush the top of her head, grazing the silken pile of blond.

The song ends and I hug her tightly. She pushes fully against me and slowly raises her eyes. We look at each other. Mim presses her lips to my cheek and kisses me as her hand moves down over my butt, softly stroking and squeezing it. Instantly, I become hard.

Mim looks at me and her eyes widen. She can feel my erection pushing against her through the kilt.

I can do no more than shrug.

Pulling me tight against her one last time, my hard member pushes against her crotch.

"Thank you," she whispers in my ear. "And to confirm your suspicions, I am wearing under this dress exactly what you are obviously wearing under your kilt."

Holding my hand she leads me off the floor, keeping her body in front of mine to shield any bulge in my kilt. She heads back to the tall table where the two girls still stand. I stand close to the table, hoping no one can see my discomfort.

"I need the loo," Mim says.

"I'll go with," offers Chrissy.

As they head off, I say to Ruthann," I need a drink. Can you get me one?"

Smiling, she says, "I think you need a bucket of cold water thrown on you."

"What?"

"That was the sexiest dance I have ever seen. God, you two looked so hot out there."

"Really? I hope no one else noticed."

"Who cares? You and Ms. Collins, wow, it got my motor running. Besides, that tent in your kilt must mean you liked it a lot."

Together our eyes fall to my kilt that is indeed tented out in front. We look at each other and break out laughing.

"Shit, I am so embarrassed, Ruthann. Do you think other people noticed?"

"No, probably not. I just happened to look down as you guys got to the table."

"Just happened to look down...?

"Hey, a girl can get curious, you know. I mean after what I felt when we were dancing and then seeing how close you and Ms. Collins were..."

I pat her hand and she kisses my cheek.

"You wouldn't want to give a girl a little peek?"

Visions of her looking at my erection and maybe more scream through my frontal lobe. Then, a touch of sanity intrudes.

"I still need a drink."

Sighing, Ruthann takes one last lingering look at my stretched out kilt.

"How about a soda? They will serve me those."

I nod and she moves off. 

By the time she comes back, I have returned to a close to normal state.

I take the Coke down in two large swallows. 

Mim and Chrissy arrive back with drinks in hand. Mim hands me a beer and she has a whisky.

We drink and watch the dancers. The band takes a break and the silence is welcome.

"Mim, what's this about broken sirens? You want my help to fix them?"

Mim looks at the two girls, who each try to avoid her gaze. Finally, Ruthann looks up and softly says, "It sorta' slipped out, Ms. Collins. But, I told Mac you would need to talk with him."

Shaking her head, she asks me, "What did she say?"

"Only that you might want some help with some sirens."

Chuckling, Mim replies. "Not some sirens, Mac, The Sirens, as in mythology."

I frown. "Come again."

"Do you know the story of the Sirens?"

"From the Odyssey?"

She nods.

"Sure. Odysseus was on his long journey home. He was leaving the land of Circe and she warned him of the Siren's Song. It was supposed to be a melody so sweet that it lured sailors onto the rocks and to their death. They were also rumored to be beautiful creatures—half bird and half woman."

"So, did our hero escape their trance?"

I feel she is testing me. "He told his men to stuff wax into their ears so they would not hear their song. He had them lash him to the mast so he might hear them. He ordered his men to leave him tied to the mast, no matter how hard he begged, pleaded, ordered or cursed. They did so and he listened in agony to their song, longing to jump into the sea to follow it."

"Well done, Mac. So, the Sirens I speak of are not the blaring horns of a fire alarm."

"Ok, but I don't get what you want me for."

"I have a dear friend, Deidre, who teaches art here at the Academy. She is also an accomplished artist. She is embarking on a major commission for a collector who is completing his nouveau mansion on the coast of Massachusetts at Manchester-by-the-Sea. He wants an oil of The Sirens to grace his living room, which will overlook the rocky shore."

"Sounds nice, but, I am wondering where I come in. You need me to help move the finished painting?"

The three women exchange a glance.

"Mac, we need an Odysseus. I was hoping you'd volunteer."

"Me? Why?"

"Well, you are a handsome man, and ruggedly so. I imagine Odysseus was like you in many ways. You and he are adventurers and that spirit shows on your face and in your eyes. Also, you are in your thirties. As you know, Odysseus was away fighting the Trojan War for 10 years and then spent another 10 finding his way back to Penelope. So, I couldn't ask some young lad to be the model."

"Yeah, but I feel there's more."

Smiling Mim adds, "Oh, there is one more thing."

I wait.

"Odysseus will have to be nude."

I look at the three ladies nodding slowly.

"You see, Mac, it was most likely how the men were in the boat. They didn't have many clothes to begin with and would not want them ruined passing through the turbulent waters."

"Oh, I see. You're going for realism."

"Not me, Deidre. And, a nude Odysseus is a lot more interesting than a clothed one. And, well, since the Siren's Song is supposed to pull a man to them and infuse him with desire, Deidre thinks our naked Odysseus should be...Let me put this delicately, he should be clearly physically attracted to the song."

"You mean..."

"Yes, fully aroused while straining to get free."

"Wow, you really have a knack to offer some interesting adventures. I'm not sure I could do that. It was one thing to model for your class. But to stand in an art studio with an erection and be alone in front of a woman I don't know. I think I might pass. Hell, I doubt if I'll be able to get hard. I might be that embarrassed."

"Mac, I will introduce you to Deidre. You will love her. And, you will not be alone in front of her."

"Huh?"

"No, there will be three Sirens posing with you. And, again for realism, these three will also be nude."

"This is getting more weird, Mim. So, who are the Sirens?"

"Well, one is Crystal. I think you might know her. She is the barista at the coffee house down from your garage. She has the long red hair."

"Sure, I know her. Actually, I think she and Sam..." I curse myself for letting that out.

"Don't worry, Mac. I know Sam is gay. So do Ruthann and Chrissy. We don't broadcast it about school, because Sam is our friend. And, I know that she and Crystal recently began dating. It was Sam who suggested her as a model."

"Whew, I thought I just landed Sam in a pile of manure. Ok, so who are the other two? Do I also know them?"

Mim looks at Ruthann, who is now scarlet.

"No way. Ruthann, are you sure?"

"Yeah. I really want to do it. It is so unlike me and I think that's a major reason. Besides, once I heard that you might be Odysseus, I felt like a thousand times better. Mac, I'm not sure I could do it if you don't agree. I really think I would feel comfortable with you. So, please!"

I push aside the torrent of mental images of Ruthann standing naked next to me. Well, I try to push them aside, but vivid visions of her small breasts continue to insinuate themselves into my consciousness. I imagine her naked long legs leading to a tight butt. I wonder what her sex would look like, when I shake my head to bring me back to my senses.




Sex Education Ch. 02



"And your parents agreed to this?"

"Yeah. You see, Deidre is my mom."

I guess my open mouth exposes my inner emotions.

"Actually she's what she calls Bohemian. My mom is totally cool with people expressing themselves. Nudity for her is no big deal and in her way of thinking shouldn't be a big deal for anyone else. I've posed nude for some of her other work, but never with a man."

Turning back to Mim, I ask. "And Siren number three?"

Her green eyes sparkle in the light from the votive candle on the table. "Have you ever heard me sing, Mac? Some say my voice is enchanting." She grins widely, exposing her perfect white teeth, as she lays her hand on top of mine.

My mind spins around and I try to grasp that I would be posing naked with Mim. My doubts about maintaining an erection disappear into nothingness.

Over the next week, I watch the clock progress at an unbearably slow pace.

Friday dragged on even more slowly. Every minute seemed an hour. Mim suggested that the four of us—the models—travel to Deidre's on Friday evening. She said we could go over the plan for the weekend and get an early start in the morning. Deidre lives about an hour away along Long Island Sound. I volunteer to drive. Mim said Chrissy and my cousin, Sam, would be coming out on Saturday and we could have a great dinner and some fun that evening. 

After picking up Crystal, I drive to the Academy to gather Mim and Ruthann. Ruthann said her mom would have dinner for us when we get there.

Arriving after dark, I can make out the shape of a large house and hear the waves somewhere below us.

Ruthann leads the way into the house and calls out for her mother.

A tall, slender woman appears and embraces Ruthann. I immediately see the resemblance. 

Each is close to six feet tall. They share the same grey eyes and fair complexion. Deidre's hair is close-cropped and speckled with grey. She has the same lean frame as her daughter.

Mim introduces me.

I shake hands and feel the strength in her grip. 

"Pleasure to meet you in person, Mac. I am grateful for you joining us."

"In person?"

"Yes, Mim had shared the recording of the sex education class. I know you are perfect for Odysseus. You have a strong figure and your face is full of character. And, not to be too forward, the fact that you are uncircumcised is wonderful."

I manage a side glance to Mim and arch an eyebrow. I had no idea that Mim had shared the recording of the class.

"Well, Ruthann, show our guests to their rooms. You can freshen up and then let's have a bite to eat."

After a few minutes we gather in a great room adjacent to the kitchen. Deidre has a fire crackling in the open hearth. I smell something rich and tangy and notice a large pot on the stove.

Deidre removes a loaf of bread from the oven, sets it in a basket and covers it with a terry towel.

She directs us to the sitting area around the fireplace. On a low table are a bottle of red wine and some cheese and crackers. All of us, including Ruthann, are soon toasting and relaxing in the warmth of the fire.

"So, I thought we'd have a bite and then head out to the barn. I would like to block some poses so we can get right into it in the morning. I know I won't finish everything this weekend, but if I can develop the right pose I can shoot some stills. I hope to at least complete a good sketch tomorrow and what time we have available on Sunday. I can use the photos to work during the week. I probably will need you all back once or twice more.

"Mac, I may need to impose on your time a bit more. You are the focus of the painting and I will need a lot of time working with you."

Mim had mentioned as much to me and I nod agreement.

We chat a bit and then Deidre and Ruthann serve a delicious, thick lamb stew. The homemade bread is warm and yeasty and a perfect complement. We enjoy a second bottle of wine with dinner.

After loading the dishwasher, Deidre leads us through an enclosed walkway to a barn attached to the main house. Along the way I notice a set of French doors leading to an outside patio with a large hot tub about ten feet outside. Down on the left is an open doorway that leads into a bathroom. Inside the barn she has fashioned a spacious studio. One wall is mostly windows. I assume it must face north and provide great light. 

In the middle, stands a dais raised about a foot above the floor. Deidre has already fashioned a faux mast standing about eight feet. She has placed several low benches in front and behind, simulating rows in a boat. 

"Now, everyone can relax, we'll just be working on blocking several different poses. No need to undress. We'll leave that for tomorrow."

Mim positions the women in various poses until she finds a look that is satisfactory. She asks me to stand with my back to the makeshift mast. 

"Clasp your hands behind you and around the mast, Mac. Now try leaning forward. Great. Ok, now push back against the mast. Nice. How about putting one leg up on a bench. Good."

She keeps me moving and rearranges the women around me. After about an hour, she seems to settle on a pose with me pressed hard against the mast, my hands stretched behind me. This pose pushes my hips out and I imagine when I am nude it will put focus on my sex. She mentions that she will lightly tie my hands behind me during our pose. Mim is standing to my right, Ruthann seated to my left and Crystal behind me, leaning over my shoulder.

"I think this might work," declares Deidre. "Of course, tomorrow we will see what it looks like and where everyone's hands and legs will be. But for now, let's call it a night."

As we make our way back to the main house, I fall in next to Mim. 

"Have a minute before we go to bed?"

"Sure, let me get ready and I'll knock on your door."

The large upstairs afforded each of us a bedroom. There's a shared bath between each pair of rooms. Crystal and I are one pair and Mim and Ruthann are the other.

Crystal uses the bath first and then calls through the door that it's all mine. I do my business. I strip to a long-sleeve t-shirt and boxers. I wonder if I should put more clothes on and then realize in a few hours we all will be standing around naked.

About ten minutes go by before I hear a light tap.

I open to admit Mim wearing a floor-length flannel nightgown, the collar tight around her neck. As she moves, I notice her breasts moving under the soft material. 

"Thanks for seeing me," I say and close the door behind her.

Mim sits in a rocker next to the bed and I rest on the edge of the mattress.

"Having a case of nerves?" she asks.

"I won't lie, I am."

"Don't worry, Mac. After a few minutes, you will forget you're nude."

"Sounds like a voice of experience," I say.

Mim blushes slightly. 

"Aye, I've posed a couple times for Deidre. Although, this will be the first time with a gentleman present. The other times were either alone or with Ruthann. Deidre is great with nudes and gets a lot of commissions. She is quite talented."

"So, is there a Mister O'Shaughnessy?"

'There is, but he's no longer her husband. Gordon lives in France these days. They divorced about ten years ago. That's how she managed to have this place."

"I thought it looks a bit much for an art teacher."

"Oh, Deidre does quite smartly selling her work, but, yes, this would be beyond even a successful artist."

I notice some glasses on the dresser and ask Mim if she'd like a drink.

"You have something?"

I pull open my bag and extract a bottle of 18 year Macallan.

"Mac, you're lovely."

I smile and pour each of us a couple fingers. We toast and Mim offers, "Here's to getting naked."

I laugh and take a long pull.

"Anyway," Mim continues, "As Deidre has described to me, she and Gordon never seemed to click. She is quite a free spirit and he was cut from a more restricted mold. His family are investment bankers and piled up oodles of money. After Ruthann was born, Gordon became even more distant and uptight. Deidre tried to work through his aloofness, but nothing seemed to work. One night, as trite as it sounds, Deidre returned home early from a meeting and found Gordon with his cock bollocks deep in a young man's bum. Nothing underage, mind you, but still not what you want from a husband. Seems Gordon was mostly putting on a straight face for Mommy and Daddy. Also, it wouldn't go over so well with the old boys club on Wall Street to have an O'Shaughnessy trolling around for gay prostitutes.

"Deidre handled it as well as could be expected."

"And, that would be?" I asked.

"She fucked him over royally."

We both laugh at her earthy description.

"Deidre had a long discussion with Daddy. Seems she probably could have done quite smartly on the Street. She negotiated full ownership of this estate, a handsome annual stipend that covers all taxes, expenses and maintenance, generous child support for Ruthann, her education costs, plus a trust fund for her when she reaches 35. Deidre also gets a modest alimony check each month, as long as she does not remarry. So, with all that, her pay from the Academy and a successful art career, she does quiet well."

I sip my drink. 

"So, Mac, is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"I guess not. Truthfully, Mim, I don't know what I want. I thought maybe talking would make me les apprehensive."

"Really, Mac, it will be fine. Look both Ruthann and I have already seen you naked. Deidre has seen the video and Crystal, if I may be crude, has no use for cock."

I nod.

"Mac, what is it?"

"You're going to be naked."

"Ah," she says and finishes her Scotch.

Rising, she crosses to the dresser and pours another strong drink and turns to pour another shot into my glass.

"That bothers you, does it, Mac. Having me naked."

"Well, sort of," I stammer. "It's just that, well, I like you. I think you've gathered that."

"And, I like you, Mac. Truly. You're a nice man and I've enjoyed your company. I thought we had a splendid time at the dance."

"Yes," I agree, "but I think I want more."

Mim looks directly at me and nods. 

"Mac, there is no 'more' right now. Just the way it is. So, tomorrow we'll strip off and pose. After, we'll get dressed. That's it."

"But, why? I know you like me. I would say you've even flirted a bit."

Mim looks away, staring into the dark beyond the paned window.

"True, I have," she says softly. "I told myself it was harmless, but I know better. I apologize if I've led you to believe there could be more than friendship. But, Mac, it could be a splendid friendship."

I snort and say, "Sort of a friend with no benefits."

Mim laughs. "Exactly. But, standing next to each other totally nude might be considered a slight benefit."

"More a slight torture," I answer.

"Touché."

Mim finishes her drink and stands. 

"Thanks for the whisky, Mac, and for the chat. I'll see you in the morning."

She reaches up and softly kisses my cheek. I inhale her clean scent and lay my hand on her shoulder.

"See you in the morning, Mim."

I wake up on Saturday after a fitful night. 

I move through my morning routine in a daze, asking myself what I had gotten into. Then, I think of Mim's face and my mind tells me to stop worrying. In a matter of hours I would be standing nude with her.

Mim had encouraged me to let the manscaping go by and return to a natural state. She and the other two women were doing the same for the last month. 

"Getting it to go a bit wild," she had said. "Even letting our underarms and legs go untamed. I don't think the Sirens were into shaving and waxing."

I dress in jeans and a t-shirt, pulling a sweater on top. Mim had asked me to forgo underwear to eliminate lines on my torso.

Deidre has a breakfast of fruit, pastries, juice and coffee waiting in the great room. She encourages us to eat quickly and join her in the studio.

We make our way to the studio to find Deidre readying a couple large sketch pads on easels. 

"Again, thank you all for agreeing to be part of this project. I am really excited and know you all will be perfect. I see the work going along this way. 

"Today, we will spend a lot of time blocking the poses with you undressed. It will take a while for me to get the best composition and angle for me. Once that is set, probably after lunch, I will start sketching some broad outlines. I will probably do three or four small studies, if we have time. I will also be taking a bunch of photos, so I can continue to work on the composition after we are done here today. 

"We will have good light until around 3. We can break then. Tonight I have a special dinner planned. I imagine that Sam and Chrissy will be joining us sometime this afternoon. So, we will have a lot of fun this evening. Tomorrow, we can work 'til noon. I know you all have other commitments back home. I'll call you during the week to schedule our next session. Any questions?"

Hearing none, she directs us toward two screens against the far wall. 

"I think two of you can fit behind each screen. You'll find a robe to wear after you disrobe. When you're changed, come on out and we'll get to work."

Mim and Ruthann head off to the area on the right. Crystal heads to the one on the left and I follow. I am a little uneasy just going in with her and stripping. I know we will all be nude, but just stripping together for the first time seems weird.

"Hey, Crystal, I think I'll hit the bathroom now. You go along and I'll join you in a minute."

"Sure, no prob."

I go through the door to the bathroom I saw before. I actually do have to relieve myself and take a bit longer than normal, hoping to give Crystal enough time to change. I look around and notice there are two enclosed stalls with toilets, a row of sinks and a large tiled shower room with four heads. Unisex, I imagine. 

I enter back into the barn and walk behind the screen. I am greeted by the sight of a lovely naked rump, bent over and searching through a large handbag. Crystal's legs are slightly parted and I can clearly see her pussy lips. 

I feel my face reddening as she stands straight, with a cell tight to her ear.

"Hey, you. No, we're just getting ready. He went to the john. Oh, wait he's back."

Crystal turns to me. She is totally nude and really attractive. She had freed her long red hair from its braid and it hangs loose around her shoulders. Her skin is pale and spotted with freckles. Bright white breasts with dark rose nipples stand firmly high on her chest. 

I smile. She smiles. I look at her crotch. True to Mim's prediction, Crystal has wild red pubic hair. It has tufts and curls and spreads across her pubic area and onto her thighs. It looks luscious. I notice a full crop of red hair in her armpits while her legs are covered in soft red fluff.

Talking into the phone, Crystal reaches for her robe. 

"Just a sec," she calls and hands the phone to me as she pulls the robe on. "It's Sam."

"Hi."

"Hey, Cuz, are you balls naked yet?"

That's Sam. Cutting to the chase.

"Uh, no."

"Well, strip down, dude. Can't hide those goodies under a bushel basket all day." She adds with a chuckle, "And, I think you'll need a bushel sized-basket to hold all the meat."

"Sam..." I begin.

"Anyway, good luck and pass me back to Crystal. By the way, she is smokin' hot, right."

Looking at the pretty woman standing with an open robe and exposing one sweet breast and a forest of red, I answer, "Couldn't agree more." I hand the phone to Crystal.

They chat for a while as I slowly remove my shoes, sweater and t-shirt. I am unbuckling my belt as Crystal ends the call and drops her cell back into her purse.

I freeze as she turns back to me.

"Mac, just do it. We have to get used to being nude. I can leave if you want, but you know we are going to be doing this a lot. So, just go for it."

I nod and unzip and drop my jeans. Crystal looks me over and grins.

She grabs the other robe and hands it to me. 

"You know, Mac. You're not bad looking...for a guy. I never saw an uncircumcised cock before. Interesting."

We both smile and pulling the robe around me, we leave the confines of the changing space.

The other three are already gathered on the set.

Deidre gathers us four models around her. 

"Thanks, again, for being willing to pose for me," she says. "I've got some ideas based on our work last night. So, let's get rid of the robes and get down to work."

I feel my throat close and my tongue feels like the coarsest sandpaper.

There are hooks along the wall nearest the posing platform. Crystal slips her robe off and hangs it on a hook. Her compact body moves toward the set. Her breasts barely move on her chest; the flesh of her small globes pulled tight as the cool air hits them.

Ruthann looks at me and weakly smiles. Her hands clasp the sash at her waist.

I return her smile. She is hesitating.

"Nervous?" I ask.

"I have never been naked with a man before," she says.

"It's ok, Ruthann. You're beautiful. Just take a deep breath and do it."

Turning away from me, Ruthann lets the robe slide down her back and she catches it by the collar. Her slender back is white with little difference where her bikini would cover her private areas. I see her muscles flex along her shoulders and down her back. Her waist narrows slightly and then flares to her hips. She has a slightly round and tight butt. Her long legs are toned and slender. Turning she looks directly at me and smiles. I return her expression and let my eyes take in her stunning front. 

Her breasts are small and sit high on her chest. Her dark areolas are only the size of a nickel and are topped by darker, puffy, raisin-sized hard nipples. I admire her flat stomach and can't help but stare at the thick, black bush. In a word she is alluring. I know she is just 19, but standing nude in front of me she is all woman--a sexy and vibrant woman.

Now grinning widely, she passes me on her way to the set. "I guess we're even now," she says softly as she brushes by me.

"You are spectacular," I reply equally quietly. 

I realize I will have little difficulty in maintaining an erection as I am already half-mast.

Mim looks directly into my eyes and loosens the belt at her waist. Her robe flows open showing the insides of her breasts and a magnificent blond bush. Holding my gaze she slips off her robe, fully exposing her breasts. I now am hard underneath my robe as I stare at the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. They are not overly large, but are perfectly formed mounds with a slight tear-drop shape. Her pink areolas cover the entire point of her breasts with dark pink nipples centered perfectly. She turns to hang her robe and I catch my breath. Her firm, round bottom is better than I dreamed, and, believe me, I've dreamed about what I saw moving underneath her jeans over these last few weeks.

Her shapely legs do not quite meet at the top of her thighs leaving a slight gap that I find exotically inviting. She turns to walk to the set. I notice the wonderful V of her hip bones pointing down to her blondness. Although full, her bush is composed of fine hair. I can make out her lips moving enticingly as she moves.

Finally, I drop my robe and walk to my position at the makeshift mast. I chuckle to myself as my private "mast" leads the way.

"Ah, Mac," Deidre says, "Nice. You look just the way a sorely tempted Odysseus would appear surrounded by beautiful Sirens and tortured by their song."

Ruthann laughs and says, "Dede, if that's your way of saying his hard-on is awesome, well, I agree."

That breaks the tension and we all join her in laughing.

Deidre ties my hands loosely behind the mast and I lean back as we rehearsed. My hips thrust forward and my erection points skyward.

Deidre positions Crystal behind me, sanding on top of the bench. Her left breast is exposed over my shoulder and one hand snaking over my shoulder to lightly rest on my right breast.




Sex Education Ch. 02



Ruthann is seated at my left, eye level with my groin. Deidre has her circle my thigh with one arm and lean her head against the outside of my leg. She has her look up toward my face, but in reality she is looking almost directly at my erection. Deidre fusses with her pose and finally has Ruthann spread her legs, placing my foot in between her thighs. My toes and heel are touching the inside of each thigh. I look down to see her sex opened slightly as her legs are spread. I think a drop of pre-cum has made its way to my tip.

Deidre has Mim push close to my right side. Her breast pushes into my right bicep. Deidre places her right hand at the very top of my pubic area, behind my erection, with her fingers falling into my thick pubic hair. She tilts her head up and her eyes lock onto mine. To complete the pose, Deidre pushes Mim's tush so that her crotch is now tight against my thigh, nestling the soft blond bush against my thigh. I pray I do not spontaneously ejaculate as I sense the heat from her pussy.

With a couple minor adjustments to each of us, Deidre proclaims it a good pose and runs off a series of photos on her digital camera. She then moves to her easels with large sketch pads attached. Working quickly, she dashes off one sketch after another. Ripping paper from the pads, she lets them float to the floor and keeps working at a rapid pace. She moves the easels to get a slightly different view and completes a dozen additional quick drawings. 

After about 45 minutes she allows us to relax our poses and loosen our limbs. None of us has spoken since we began. 

Mim looks at me, "How are you holding up, Mac?"

"A little stiff, but ok."

She tries to stifle a smile and looks at my still erect penis.

"Perhaps, more than a little?"

Ruthann overhears us and cracks up.

Deidre asks us to get back into position and she now begins doing more detailed sketches. After about a half-hour, even though I am surrounded by beautiful naked women, my hard-on begins to wilt. I can't touch it because of my bound hands, so just let nature take its course.

Deidre pauses her drawing.

"Mac, I know it's difficult to maintain an erection for such a long time. I am working on that area now. Could we help you resume your pose, as it were."

I nod.

"I can do it, Dede," pipes in Ruthann.

Deidre begins to say something, but then nods.

"Sure, honey, go ahead."

Ruthann turns her dark, doe eyes to mine and cracks a wide smile. She lays her delicate fingers along my flaccid shaft. 

I see her mouth make a little 'ooh." She lifts it and begins to squeeze. If what she confessed the night of the dance is true, this is her first time touching a man.

I say softly, "Just stroke it. Move your hand up and down."

Nodding, she begins to lightly touch me. It feels good, but she is too tentative.

I am about to say something, when Mim speaks.

"You can do it harder, Ruthann. You won't hurt him. Go ahead squeeze it and keep moving."

Mim moves her hand on top of Ruthann's and guides it up and down, squeezing my thickening dick. With a look of concentration, Ruthann begins to stroke more aggressively as Mim slips her hand away. Ruthann's actions move my foreskin back and forth and produce some clear liquid.

"Use that liquid to cover his shaft and your hand will move easier," coaches Mim.

Ruthann swirls her fingers around my cap and coats my semi hard dick.

Quickly her hands glide up and down and in a few seconds I respond. She works faster and I am now erect.

"Thanks," I say gazing into her wide eyes.

"My pleasure," she responds with a sly smile.

Deidre takes up her drawing and we work for another hour, with Ruthann helping me maintain my pose a couple times.

"Ok, time for a break and lunch," Deidre declares.

Crystal unties my hands and I begin swinging them to promote circulation. Crystal grabs her robe and trots off in direction of the bathroom.

Ruthann is lying back on the bench working the kinks out. Her lithe body catches the early afternoon light. Lying on her back on the bench her breasts practically disappear onto her chest, leaving her erect nipples pushing up. After a few minutes she stands and coming next to me, tilts her head up and kisses my cheek. "You are the coolest, Mac."

I let my hand rest on the small of her back, resisting the urge to slide it down onto her tiny butt.

She moves away and slips on her robe. 

She and Deidre move toward the main house.

Mim and I stand facing each other, completely nude.

"Not uncomfortable?" I ask.

"Surprisingly, no," she responds.

I am tempted to look up and down her body.

Mim senses my discomfort.

"Good Lord, Mac, you can look. After all, I've looked closely at you quite a bit."

I hold her gaze for several moments. Finally, I move my eyes to her chest. My breath catches as I once again take in the beauty of her breasts. I then slowly move my eyes lower, taking in every marvelous inch. My journey stops at her blond tangle. My hard dick twitches as I make out the delicate slit of her lips nestled among the blond wisps.

I return my eyes to hers. She is smiling and slowly turns. I feast on the sight of her perfect butt. After a minute she turns again and looks at me.

"So...?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Thank you."

Mim blushes deeply. Holding her stomach away from my erection, she leans in to kiss my lips tenderly.

"You are quite the gentleman, Angus Bruce. Thank you."

She retrieves both our robes and says we should go eat.

Walking along I ask Mim about Deidre.

"Ruthann calls her mother, Dede?"

'Aye, Dede is what her friends call her. She is a bit of a free spirit and feels her daughter can also be her friend."

"So, what should I call her?"

"I'd stick with Deidre, Mac. She'll let you know if she wants you to call her Dede."

After a light lunch, Deidre tells the women to relax for a bit and asks if I mind going with her to work on some details. 

'Give us an hour," she tells them. 

Back in the studio, I ask, "Robe off?"

"Please."

I hang the robe and step into the set. 

Looking at my flaccid dick, I say, "I could try to..."

Deidre says, "Actually, I want to work on the muscles in your legs, so you can relax."

She positions me as before, but without binding my hands.

She is working on one of the pads. 

"Mac, thanks for agreeing to pose. You are exactly what I had envisioned for Odysseus."

"Happy to help," I say and then add, "mostly."

"Oh?"

"Well, I was nervous being naked with Ruthann. She's only a teenager. And..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm a little surprised you let her touch me."

Deidre sketches in silence for a while.

"Ruthann is the best daughter I could ever have asked for. We love each other and have no major issues. She is, however, Mac, a very self-possessed young woman. I know she has not had any real sexual experience, at least with a man. What they do at school in their dorm rooms, I don't know, and definitely don't ask. But, she is embracing life and I support her."

Deidre rips off the sheet and starts on a new one. I look at the discarded paper on the floor and see a half-dozen views of my thighs and a few of my calves.

"She likes you a lot, Mac. She told me what a wonderful time she and Chrissy had at the dance. I think she appreciates that you treat like a woman and not just a kid. She also said you had a 'wicked hot' body."

We both laugh at Deidre's imitation of a young girl's slang.

"Mac, can you flex your left calf for a bit?"

I comply and she draws.

"So, other than be willing to stand naked among these beautiful women, how am I what you were looking for in a model?"

Deidre moves her easel to get a different angle.

"First, you have a good body. Nice musculature, good proportions, and a handsome face. Second, there is a rugged quality about you that strikes a chord. I imagine that Odysseus was rugged being a warrior and then challenged by his travels. Of course, you have a great cock. I love that it is uncircumcised. And, it's large and thick. Very manly and easy to draw."

Deidre continues to draw and has me position my leg a couple different ways.

"I've had a number of male models for different works," she says as she works. "They all were circumcised. I don't find the cut cock nearly as interesting as an intact one. A couple were relatively small and, to tell the truth, it's not easy to draw a small cock. Much better to work with a big, thick one like yours. Also, you are the first man I'm drawing with an erection. I like it. Mac, you have a perfect cock when it's hard."

I am slightly amazed having such a frank discussion about my anatomy with an attractive woman. I study Deidre as she works. She is wearing a tight t-shirt that reveals a small chest and flat stomach. I put her age at mid to late 40s. I'd have guessed younger just by her appearance, but she does have a 19 year-old daughter. She is in top shape. Her face is unlined and her skin is clear with a soft sheen. Her grey eyes could be those of a twenty year old. Well, actually they are as lively as her daughter's. With her tight jeans, I can imagine her long legs are still toned and shapely.

About 15 minutes later, Deidre says she has what she needs.

"I'll go get the girls. Mac, we will pick up where we left off before. I will need you hard again. If you can't get it up, I'm sure Ruthann will help. She seemed to enjoy it the first time."

As Deidre heads out, I begin stroking myself. Unfortunately, I'm still half-mast when everyone returns.

We take out positions and Crystal ties my hands.

Without any urging, Ruthann takes matters into her hands and soon has me up and ready. Her sweet smile sends a chill through my body as alarms go off in my brain. "This is just a kid," I remind myself.

She takes her former position at my feet and grazes my balls with her hands as she snakes her arm around my thigh. Resting her head on my thigh, she turns her head and places a soft kiss on the outer part of my leg. I am rigid, especially looking at her open pussy as she pulls her legs apart to slide them around my foot.

Mim pushes her breasts back into my arm and her nipples feel harder than before. She places her hand near my pubic patch, letting her fingers drift a little lower than before. Added to all this is Crystal's hard nubs making an indention on my shoulder and into my back. 

Deidre is now working on a more detailed and full-scale sketch. There is no conversation as Deidre makes subtle adjustments in our poses. After an hour of holding my latest pose, my muscles are screaming. But the pro that I am, I maintain a rock hard dick, with occasional assistance from Ruthann.

By now I have held an erection for the better part of the day. I recall describing blue balls in the sex ed class. I fear I may be experiencing a severe case tonight. I let my mind drift to fantasize about Ruthann taking control and with a mixture of kisses and stroking bringing me to a stellar orgasm. 

I'm awakened from my reverie by a stifled laugh from Ruthann. I look down at her and she is swallowing a smile.

I furrow my brow and mouth, "What?"

She mouths back, "It's jumping."

I look at my dick and see it bounce. I guess my daydreams were affecting my hard-on. I just smile at Ruthann and she returns the gesture.

Deidre works us for another thirty minutes. She looks outside at the dimming light.

"I guess we should call it a day," she says. "Thank you, guys, you are the best. Get some rest. We'll have cocktails at 6 and dinner at 7."

"Are we all invited," comes a voice from the doorway.

We turn to see Sam and Chrissy standing there. All the ladies exchange waves and greetings. Of course, with my hands still tied behind my back I can only stand there fully erect and grin. I consider trying to wave with my dick, but then I reconsider. Probably not cool.

I look at Chrissy and she gives me a wide smile and dramatically lets her eyes drop to my crotch.

Crystal grabs her robe and trots over to exchange a hug with Sam. 

"Hey, Deidre," calls Sam, "can we use the hot tub?"

"Sure, it's all set."

Chrissy asks if Ruthann is coming.

"In a bit," she answers. "You go ahead with Sam and Crystal. I'll catch you in a little while."

She stands and unties me as the three women leave.

"Mac," says Deidre, "you have been fabulous today. I'm sure you are all knotted up. Posing can be strenuous. How about I give you a massage?"

"Really?"

Ruthann jumps in, "She's the best, Mac. Dede is a licensed massage therapist. Before she and my father married, she had her own business."

I look at Deidre and she nods. 

She takes my silence as an answer and moves to the far corner of the room. I hadn't noticed some furniture covered with sheets. Ruthann joins her and they wheel two massage tables toward the center of the studio.

"Mim, if you are up for a rub-down, Ruthann can help you relax. I've been teaching her and she is quite good. Got great strong hands. You'll love her and she needs the practice."

"Sure," says Mim. "I could use a good working over."

Remaining naked, Mim crawls up onto the table, lying face down. An equally nude Ruthann grabs a plastic bottle of what looks like oil and starts dribbling some on Mim's back.

Deidre guides me to lie on my stomach. I turn my head to the side to be able to watch Mim and Ruthann. My erection has mostly subsided, but I wonder if it will stay down as I marvel at Mim's round bottom. And, gazing at the slender and sexy figure of Ruthann doesn't help matters.

"Have you ever had a deep muscle massage, Mac?" asks Deidre as she runs her oiled hands up and down my back.

"I've had a couple massages back when I was in banking," I reply enjoying her touch and the warmth strength of her hands. "I guess they were deep muscle, I just called them massages."

"Ok," she says letting her fingers trace my spine. "What I like to do with some people is combine deep muscle with a sensuous massage. By sensuous, I mean that the entire body is engaged and no body part is avoided. If you are comfortable with that approach, I know I can rid you of all the knots and especially the tension you accumulated today."

Already I am getting into the touching and murmur agreement. I wish she could alleviate the biggest tension resting in my testicles.

I watch as Ruthann works Mim's shoulders and back. Mim has her face turned toward me and opens her eyes for a few seconds, smiles and then closes them.

Deidre is working my traps and manipulates my arm so she can release some tension. Moving down my back, she soon is working on my butt. I notice Ruthann is doing the same to Mim. 

After kneading each cheek, Deidre works down one leg and then back up the other.

Mim is now turning onto her back. Her breasts form small pillows on her chest, with her pink nipples clearly distended. Her untrimmed blond bush erupts from her crotch in spires of silky curls.

"Mac, do you trust me?" asks Deidre.

"I guess. But, why are you asking?"

"Because I want to extend the boundaries of the massage. If you trust me, I can promise you will not regret it. And, I believe this is what you need."

"Ok, I trust you."

"Roll onto your back."

Deidre reaches underneath the table and retrieves a thick pillow. She asks me to raise my hips and she slips it underneath. My butt is now raised.

Deidre slips on an exam glove.

"What are you..."

"Mac, I'm going to massage your prostate. And, then, well let's say, I want to make sure you don't experience blue balls tonight."

"Huh?"

"Believe me you will love it."

"The only other time I've had a finger there is during my annual physical."

"This will be different."

I look at Mim. She is watching me and I think I detect a nod. Ruthann is massaging Mim's breasts making soft circles with her hands, but stealing glances in my direction. I now guess that the ladies must have been discussing this at lunch. 

I feel oil dribbling down my crack. Deidre uses a finger to work it around my anus and pushes a bit inside. I flinch. Mim winks at me as Ruthann slightly pulls Mim's nipples up extending the pale orbs from her chest.

Deidre works more oil in my anus and then slowly inserts a finger. My instinct is to tighten to fight the intrusion.

With her other hand she strokes my butt. "Relax, honey."

I will my anus to relax and Deidre's finger enters completely.

I feel her tip touch my prostrate and I moan out loud. She gently rubs it and hot pleasure infuses my body, emanating from my anus outward. I am rapidly becoming hard.

"Are you finished with Mim, Sweetie?"

Ruthann says she is.

Mim nods in agreement.

"Come and work Mac's shoulders and chest, while I tend to his needs."

Ruthann stands at my head. I look up to see the underside of her cute breasts with her nipples dark and hard.

She leans forward and works the muscles in my neck and shoulder. I turn my head to look at the table beside me. Mim is now lying on her side, resting her head on her folded arm. Her breasts drop slightly, but hold their shape. Her free hand is nestled between her legs. 

Ruthann is working miracles with my tense muscles and Deidre is still gently working her finger inside me. My erection is throbbing.

I turn my head to the other side and Ruthann digs in.

Deidre is making soft circles on my stomach.

I close my eyes. In a second they pop open as I feel a hand moving up and down my hard shaft.

I look down to see Deidre stroking me.

"I don't think..."

"Sssh," Deidre says. "Just go with it, Mac."

I can feel my balls tightening. After hours of maintaining an erection, standing among beautiful naked women, and having my prostate so erotically massaged, I want release. I cannot let it go in front of these three.

"I'm very close."

"It's ok, Mac. You need this. Let it go."

"No, I can't."

"Sure you can. It's natural. Let it happen."

"But, Ruthann..."

"She needs to learn some things, Mac. It's fine."

She slips her hand on my balls and massages them. Letting them fall free, she grabs my shaft and picks up the tempo. 

Ruthann leans forward and I stare at the puffy nipples inches above my head. I hear a soft moan to my right where Mim is lying. I feel the pressure reach the critical point. There is no holding back.

Deidre pumps harder. Her finger plunges deeper and hits my prostate again and begins milking it. I groan and let loose.

My first shot explodes and hits Ruthann, splattering her left breast. Deidre then pushes my erection tight against my stomach and I shoot four more times, my cum spreading out over my chest and stomach. Deidre coaxes two more explosions by milking my prostate and caressing my cock and balls with her hand.

She slips her finger from my butt. Her other hand is covered in my cum. Slipping off her glove, she rubs my torso working the goo on her fingers into the puddles already on me. She covers my chest and stomach. Ruthann helps her work the rapidly cooling liquid into my skin. The glob on her breast remains.

As I look across at Mim, who is now sitting, the enormity of what just happened strikes me. Three women watched me cum. If what Ruthann said at the dance is true, this is the first time she has seen a man reach orgasm. What would Mim now think of me? I want to get close to her. I want her, period. Now, will she think me some deviant?

"That was beautiful," Mim says. "Thank you, Mac, for allowing us to be part of your intimate life." She stands, drapes her robe over her shoulders and leaves the studio.

"Are you ok, Mac?" asks Deidre.

"A bit shocked, Deidre. I don't know if I should be embarrassed, mortified or what."

"Mac, don't be anything. What happened is the most natural thing in the world. You were aroused for most of the day. You needed, and you deserved, release. Also, milking the prostate is good for you. It cleans out the system. Now, you can get cleaned up, rest and we'll have a fantastic dinner."




Sex Education Ch. 02



I sit up. Looking down at my front with the drying cum, I say I probably should not walk through the house looking like this.

"Take a shower here. There are lots of towels and toiletries in the bath."

Ruthann excuses herself, running toward the door without bothering with a robe. Deidre's back is to her. I watch her tiny butt move seductively. She pauses at the door and turns toward me. With a wicked grin lighting up her face, she scoops the remnants of my ejaculation from her breast and pops her finger in her mouth. She sucks it clean, swallows and blows me a kiss.

"Deidre, was that the first time Ruthann saw a man cum?"

"I think so. Mac, don't worry. It's time for her to learn more; to take a few more steps toward womanhood. I'm happy she was here."

I grab my robe and head toward the bathroom as Deidre tidies up.

I enter the shower room to find Sam and Crystal drying off. Sam has gone completely bare between her legs. It is quite a contrast to the thick red scene between Crystal's thighs.

"Hey, Cuz, gonna' take a shower?"

"Yeah. How was the hot tub?"

I find some shampoo and soap on a shelf and begin to adjust the flow from a showerhead.

"Fab," says Crystal. "Just what I needed to get the kinks out. How was the massage?"

Chuckling, I say, "It got the kinks out, too."

Laughing, they leave. I stand under the hot water enjoying the wet heat.

I hear voices.

"Hey, Mac," says Ruthann, "can Chrissy and I come in and take a shower?"

"Uh, I'll be through in a couple minutes."

"It's ok with us, well, with Chrissy. So, can we come in?"

"Sure, I guess."

Ruthann enters the room, pulling a naked Chrissy behind her. 

"Oh, God," I think. I cannot take any more of this.

Although Ruthann is sexy, she is also lean and all angles. In a few years, she may grow more comfortably into her frame, but now she is slightly awkward. Still, her small breasts are magnets for my eyes. Her puffy nipples seem to be in a permanent state of hardness. Her long torso, toned legs and flat stomach are narrowly overshadowed in eroticism by her wild bush. The dark curls and swirls invite exploration. I steadily rise as I continue to stare at her.

Chrissy is the antithesis. She is only an inch shorter than Ruthann, but where Ruthann is angles, Chrissy is soft curves. Her breasts are large and full. They extend from her chest with an arrogance that only young women can produce. Her areolas are more oval than round and start pale around the edges only to darken at her nipple. Each nipple is dark and erect, as she stands looking back at me.

She, too, has a long torso. Her belly button holds a silver pendant that leads my gaze to her trimmed blond pussy. She has cleared everything except an inch-wide landing strip that ends above her full lips. What little glimpse I had of Ruthann's nether region indicated small, tight vaginal lips. Chrissy sports large thick lips, with the inner lips protruding slightly. I honestly think my mouth is watering.

"I hope you don't mind if we shower with you," says Ruthann. She focuses on my dick which is once again fully extended, and says, "Uh, guess not."

"Well, I'm just finishing up."

They each take a shower head across from me and begin to wet their hair. 

I am eager to leave since being aroused and naked in front of two beautiful and naked high school girls sounds totally perverted, no matter how I spin it.

"I hope you cleaned your chest really well," Ruthann says.

I try to give her a glance that I hope will prevent further discussion of what she witnesses a few minutes ago.

"It's ok, Mac. I told Chrissy. She thinks it's cool and wishes she could have seen it." 

"Yeah, Mac. I bet it was the ultimate companion to our sex ed class. And, I really like your hard-on. It's a lot neater than those other guys"

Nudging Ruthann, she continues, "Although Ruthann did like Robbie's."

"Well, he is cute and it was the first one I ever saw." 

"But not as nice as this one," says Chrissy as she points in my direction.

The girls giggle and I smile. I turn around, offering my back to them, as I wash and rinse my erection.

"Want some help with that?" calls out Chrissy. Both girls break down giggling.

I remove my hand from my erection and mumble that I'm fine. Finishing, I turn off the water and face them. They are each washing between their legs. I need to leave immediately. All the release that Deidre afforded me is a distant memory as I observe these young beauties.

I quickly towel dry, slip on my robe and say I'll see them at dinner.

They wave and I make a beeline back to my room.

Cocktail hour is relaxed as we lounge in front of the fire in the great room. Since no one is driving, we all enjoy the wine. The conversation ranges from school issues to the crazy things customers say to Crystal at the coffee shop. 

Deidre calls us to dinner. We arrange ourselves around the large farmer's table as Deidre and Ruthann bring out dishes piled high with pasta and chicken parm. Loaves of crusty garlic bread and a tossed salad complete our meal. More bottles of red wine arrive and we dig in.

Seated between Mim and Sam, I look around at the sight of so many attractive women. I admit to myself I am one lucky guy.

The conversation gradually shifts to what I describe as "women's issues." I don't have much to add and just enjoy the sound of feminine voices and the laughter of people enjoying each other's company.

Around nine the energy starts to lag. I announce my bedtime. Chrissy, Ruthann, Crystal and Sam decide to start a Scrabble marathon. Mim and Deidre offer to finish cleaning up. I volunteer my services, but am quickly shooed away.

I make my way upstairs, use the bath and strip in my bedroom. I'm standing naked checking emails on my phone, when a soft knock interrupts me.

"Mac, may I come in?"

"Sure, but I'm not dressed."

Mim chuckles and says, "What else is new."

She enters, dressed again in her long flannel nightgown.

I know I should be uncomfortable, but feel quite relaxed. I no longer have to imagine what Mim looks like naked. I only wish I could refresh my memory now.

Mim smiles at me and sits on the edge of the bed. "I enjoy looking at your body, Mac"

"You know, there are other things that are enjoyable besides looking."

Mim looks away and sighs.

"Yes, I know, but now I will confine myself to looking."

"And, that's because..."

"Well, that's because I don't..."

"Date," I say completing her sentence.

Mim nods.

"Why?"

"Just the way it is right now. Please don't ask me to explain."

I can see the pain behind her eyes. Could she be ill, I wonder? Maybe she does not like men. Although Sam says she is sure she is not a lesbian, she could be wrong. 

I look into her eyes. The depth draws me in. 

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

Mim blushes and shrugs.

"Thank you."

We hold our gaze.

"Mac," Mim begins, "I just wanted to tell you that this afternoon was special for me. I hope you weren't uncomfortable."

"It was certainly different."

"Yes, it was."

"Did you know Deidre was going to do that?"

"Not really."

"But you had a clue?"

"Mac, Deidre is a beautiful woman, inside and out. She lives openly and has almost no sexual hang-ups that I can detect. She knew you were probably overdue for a full release and helped you achieve it."

"So, it was purely clinical?"

Laughing, she says, "Well, masturbating an attractive man may extend beyond just the clinical."

"So, I take it she has given you massages before?"

Mim stiffens slightly and nods.

"Has she done the same for you?"

"Mac, Deidre and I are friends, no, make that kindred souls. She has a special talent to sense what others need. So, yes, sometimes after I've modeled or even if I am just staying for a night, she might offer a massage. She is quite proficient. And, if she senses a deeper need in me, she will bring me to orgasm. She only massages my exterior and does not penetrate me. We do not have sex with each other. She relaxes my body and cleans my psyche. Are you shocked?"

"No, actually I am intrigued to see you have a sexual side."

"You mean beyond the 'Ice Princess' veneer?"

"I don't think of you that way."

"Most do, I fear. I am a deeply sensual woman, Mac. I have needs and desires."

"Yet, you hold yourself back."

"First, it would not be wise for me to be known as a promiscuous woman. I think the administration would not look kindly on that. So, I do not date or become involved in intimate relationships."

"I can understand that, but surely the administration cannot demand that you swear off any contact."

"No, you're right. I choose to do so."

"For reasons you can't explain."

"Again, Mac, for reasons I choose not to explain. What's that expression? It's complicated."

I nod. I inwardly grin at the sight of a naked man talking to a woman about not being intimate.

"Mim, just for the record, then. I want to pursue a relationship with you. I would want us to be more than friends, if we are even that."

Mim takes a deep breath. "Mac, we are certainly friends. I enjoy your company immensely."

Then, cracking a smile, she adds, "Besides we are spending quite a bit of time naked together. And, I am sitting in your room as you stand nude in front of me. That would at least make us special friends."

"And, there can be no more?"

"Well, I did watch you ejaculate," she says as her smile widens. "That's something more."

"Did you cum?"

Mim shrugs and flashes a sexy smile.

"So, I suppose we're at our boundary?"

Rising, Mim crosses to me. 

"Hold me."

I open my arms and she steps in. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugs me tightly. I slip my arms around her and embrace her.

"Mac, I could fall into your bed in a second. I know it would be an exquisite pleasure and my body aches for it. But, I cannot. I also wish not to explain. So, at least understand that it is not that I don't want you; it's just that I can't want you."

Her closeness affects me and I start to rise. Mim stirs as my erection pushes through the thin flannel. 

"Mac, I'm sorry I've brought this on. I have to leave. Forgive me for being so brazen and causing you any distress."

I shake my head to indicate it is all right.

"I respect your decision, Mim. Don't worry, there is always a remedy at hand."

I feel her laughing into my chest.

She turns her face to mine and we lock eyes.

I move to her mouth. Our lips meet and fire races through my blood. I pull her tighter, my erection beating in rhythm with my speeding heart. Her lower body pushes tight against my erection. She sways slightly from side to side.

She breaks away. 

"Thank you, Mac, that was special. It was also our last kiss. Don't hate me."

She frees herself and leaves the room, not glancing back.

In a second the door reopens, and Mim sticks her head back in.

"I could send for Deidre."

We both look at my erection. Together we smile.

"I think she has already gone above and beyond the call of duty today."

Mim has a funny look in her eyes, "Mac, I know she would not see it as a duty. Keep your mind open."

The door closes.

The next day is more of the same—naked posing. Sam and Chrissy stay in the studio for a while. I think they get a kick out of watching Ruthann's efforts to keep me hard. Deidre calls it a day around noon. 

We enjoy a light lunch and I take Mim, Ruthann and Chrissy back to the Academy, while Sam and Crystal ride together.

Deidre says she will work on the painting and then call us back either as a group or individually to work on details.

(To be continued)



Sex Education Ch. 02



This is another story about family Incest. Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. No one was ever forced or pressured to participate. 

If you enjoy loving stories involving family Incest I hope you will enjoy this one.

Positive feedback is always appreciated.

Enjoy!

*****

The next morning at breakfast things were surprisingly normal, everyone was cheerful but what happened the night before was obviously on everyone's mind. I knew it wasn't because anyone was embarrassed or feeling guilty; it was really quite the opposite. The feeling was that the three of us were completely relaxed and okay with it. What took place in my parent's bedroom that night had a definite impact on our family. All three of us were affected by it; each in our own way. I came to the conclusion that mother now had another man that she could have frequent and very uninhibited sex with Father was free to enjoy his wife on a new and deeply erotic level that included acting-out some of his long-held, and deepest, fantasies. The strongest included watching as his wife as she was being enjoyed by another man. For me, I was wildly fortunate to be having frequent sex with an erotic, beautiful, sensitive, mature woman any time, and almost any place we wanted. The fact that she was my mother...I admit that that was even more of a turn-on.

What had happened in their bedroom the night before was well-planned and certainly not a shock to my parents; after all, they were the ones who set it all up under the guise of teaching me about sex. What I didn't know was that for years they'd talked, and even fantasized, about expanding their sex lives to make it more enjoyable by stretching the limits. This included exploring sex with other couples and even singles but for various reasons they just hadn't acted on it before.

We'd finished breakfast and dad and I were still sitting at the small kitchen table as mother cleared the last few dishes. The three of us chatted as if nothing had changed; just a normal morning. Once, as mother bent forward slightly her robe opened enough that I caught a quick glimpse of her naked right breast and nipple. My stomach tightened with lustful excitement but I tried not to let it show. When everything was done mother left the kitchen and dad and I continued to sit at the table making small talk about nothing important. Dad was wearing his usual weekend attire consisting of a bathing suit and a t-shirt. Our conversation so far had politely skirted around what happened in their bedroom the night before. After a lull in the conversation dad looked directly at me and with a slight smile said, "How did you enjoy your lesson last night?"

It was a simple and direct the question, typical of him and I was relieved that the subject had finally been raised even though I didn't quite know how to answer it, "Um, fine," I said awkwardly. 

"Just fine?" 

"Um, no it was incredible...everything was incredible...really," I said.

"Well, I have to tell you that your mother and I thought so too. It was good sex for us and we'd like to do more if you're okay with it," he paused for a moment looking directly at me. "Your mother and I have always had a good sex life but often there were times that she needed more than I was able to give her, but she never complained. In the past few years she seems to need more and more sex." He paused. "A few things have happened that made us make the decision to do what we did last night. We were pretty sure you'd be okay with it."

I wondered what he meant about a few things happened, but didn't ask. I knew I'd probably find out later anyway. "I'm very okay with what happened...I loved it!" I said enthusiastically. "When you first told me in my room, I guess I didn't really know what to think, I mean I thought I'd be embarrassed watching you and mom having sex but I wasn't. I couldn't believe how good everything felt...mother was incredible—I wasn't embarrassed at all."

He nodded. "Your mother is a very sexy woman and she loves and needs a lot of sex." He looked down at his hands for a moment before looking back at me and saying, "We've talked about having another man or a woman or even a couple, join us but your mother's still a little reluctant about it. We both realized that you're mature for your age and the more we talked about it the more we thought it would be a perfect solution to have you join us for sex. It's fun and a good way for you to learn about sex from your mother and I. Your mother feels safer keeping it in the family." He smiled at me and winked as he added, "This arrangement will let your mother be more open to trying new things and getting a little more adventuresome...kinky," he said with a smile. "She's always wanted to experiment a little. Then he added, "She's on birth control so there is no worry about her getting pregnant. Another nice benefit of her being on the pill is that, since your mother doesn't like condoms, all of our play is bareback."

Dad took the last sip of his coffee. I was surprised at his complete openness about what happened. "I'll be very honest here," he said. "I was surprised that it was such a strong turn-on for me to watch and listen to the two of you having sex. It's been a long time since I've seen your mother as turned-on as she was last night and her orgasms were stronger than she's had for a long time."

"I loved it a lot, her body's incredible and it felt really good to fu -."I hesitated saying the word.

He smiled at me and finished my sentence, "Fuck her? It's okay," he said. "You can say it, that's what you and I both did...we fucked her! We fucked your mother. And believe me, she's a woman that can keep us both satisfied and cuming."

He stood up from the table taking his coffee cup and placing it in the sink. As he did I couldn't help but notice the large, and awkward looking bulge in his bathing suit that he didn't try to cover. Obviously, our talk had the same effect on him as it did on me.

"I'll be in the spa," he said before going out the kitchen door and onto the patio. We had no close neighbors near the back of the house and the garden behind the house afforded total privacy. I sat for moment thinking about what was happening and what dad and I talked about. I had the feeling they were holding something back and all I could do was to wait and see what happens.

I finally got up from the table and went to my bedroom. As I passed by the bathroom I heard mother taking a shower. I couldn't help imagining what she must look like as the hot water poured down over her naked body.

I'd made plans earlier in the week to go to the beach with my cousins Jason and Brianna; they're brother and sister and, even though I didn't feel like it, I couldn't get out of it. Besides, I actually thought it might be a good diversion from everything that had happened. I always loved going to the beach with them. The three of us went almost every weekend during the summer. Sometimes I thought the only reason I went was because I got to see Brianna in a bikini. Jason and I are the same age; Brianna is a year older than us. The three of us spent a lot of time together while we were growing up and the three of us have always been close, a lot closer than most cousins I knew. Brianna is pretty with long brunette hair and dark eyes. Her tender looking breasts were small and full and I could only imagine what they must look like under her bikini top. For as long as I could remember I'd hidden the fact that I had a serious, and I guess, harmless crush on her. The older she got the more attractive she became. I've spent countless hours fantasizing about her as I masturbated. I'm positive that Jason knew how I felt about his sister but he was cool about it and never said anything. Jason and Brianna spent so much time together that neither one of them seriously dated anyone else but that was their business.

When we got to the beach is wasn't very crowded and after setting up we went through the rituals of applying sunscreen to ourselves. As the day went on it was very relaxing and the sun and water felt good but I constantly kept thinking about what had happened the night before. What was it, I wondered, that made my parents decide to take me into their bed under the pretext of teaching me about sex? I didn't have the answer.

At times it seemed like it was all a very real dream and whenever I thought about it, my cock would start to get hard; forcing me to turn over and lay face down on my towel on the sand.

At one point Brianna went down to the water leaving Jason and I on our towels. Jason looked at me with a grin and quietly said, "Did you see that blond woman in the green bikini that walked by here a few minutes ago?"

"No, I must have missed her," I said.

"You missed it alright," he said with a chuckle. "Nice tits, very nice ass and a bikini that barely covered her pussy...she's got to be in her forties but boy I'd fuck her if I had the chance." 

"No, I must have missed her," I said again.

"Too bad...she was a nice looking woman for her age, but fucking a woman like that would be like fucking your mother if you know what I mean...but then, maybe a guy fucking his mother isn't such a bad thing especially if his mother looked like that!" 

His comment sent a shockwave through me but I didn't let it show as my mind raced. Why did he say that? Does he know something? Did I slip and say anything? After all, his mother and my mother are sisters and they're extremely close and they share everything.

I got mad at myself for being a little paranoid and I realized that he probably didn't mean anything by his remarks. I just passed it off as Jason's typical weird view on the world.

When I got home from the beach it was after 7 p.m. and my parents were gone. There was a note on the kitchen table telling me that they were having supper with some friends and a shock of disappointment ran through me. I went to my room, took my clothes off and got into the shower. As the hot water poured down on me I gently stroked my cock for no other reason than it felt good. I didn't want to cum or even get close to cuming; I wanted to save it for my mother's pussy. After toweling off I went to my room and got on my computer to play a few games but I lost interest pretty quickly. I surfed the Internet looking for sites about mature sex and found a lot of them featuring mature women and younger men together. The photos and stories really turned me on. My cock was hard and a large amount of pre-cum was already oozing from my foreskin. 

I was suddenly curious about what my parents might have hidden in their room and since they weren't home I thought I'd do a little snooping. Their dresser drawers were full of underwear, tops, and T shirts...pretty normal stuff. After going through each one of the drawers I was very careful to leave everything exactly as I found them. In my father's bedside table there was a bottle of KY lube in the drawer and that didn't surprise me much. I figured I'd petty much drawn a blank and just as I was about to close the drawer and leave the room I saw a flash drive at the very back of the drawer. I took it back to my room, put it in my laptop and opened it. There was what seemed like hundreds of files full of photos of homemade porn. There were also a lot of video files and I noticed that one of the video files had yesterday's date on it. I started to open the file when I heard my parents' car pull into the driveway. I grabbed the flash drive out of my laptop and ran down the hallway to return it to the drawer and back into my room before they got in the house. I couldn't help but wonder what was on the flash drive; someday I would have to find out.

After getting home and putting on more comfortable clothes my parents went into the den to watch television and I went into my room to surf the Internet. About 10 o'clock they turned off the television and I heard them coming down the hallway toward their bedroom. They stopped at my door and knocked softly. When I opened the door they were both standing there looking at me...both nude, and my father had a hard on. "Your mother and I already started some foreplay in the den," there wasn't much on television, he said with a soft laugh.

Mother took father's cock in her fingers and said with a soft laugh, "Were going to bed to take care of this little problem your father has...would you care to join us for another lesson?" 

My stomach jolted with excitement and I did a pretty good job of hiding it. "Yeah," was all I could say and I took off my T-shirt and gym shorts and threw them on my bed. I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I noticed that both of them were looking directly at my cock. Mother took my hand and led both my father and me down the hall to their bedroom—the whole time my eyes were focused on mother's sweet looking ass and I couldn't help but thinking about Briana.

Entering their bedroom mother got on the bed and sat with her back leaning against the pillows propped up against the headboard. She spread her legs completely exposing her pussy to my father and me. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I love this," she said softly.

"Let me show you your mother's favorite way to be played with during foreplay," my father said as he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. I stood next to him and my cock was already dripping pre-cum as my father put his fingers on mother's pussy lips and parting them, held them apart and I could see mother's swollen clitoris nestled in the pink flesh of her cunt. Father began flicking very lightly at her swollen nub with his fingers before he began stimulating it by rubbing it in a gentle circle. He was using a very light touch as mother let out a soft moan of pleasure. After a few moments he let his fingers travel down from her clitoris toward the entrance of her vagina where he stopped momentarily. With his middle finger he gently inserted into her and she responded with a loud moan of pleasure. He brought his finger up he went back to fondling her bright pink clit.

Her pussy was so beautiful and I wanted to fuck her so badly, I could hardly wait.

Father slowly brought his finger down and was gently finger-fucking mother's vagina. The wet sucking sounds his fingers, working in and out of her vagina, made my stomach tighten with lust and my breathing become erratic. "Like most women, the hornier your mother gets the wetter she gets, and, your mother is very horny right now...she's ready for you to fuck her," he said. He stood up from the bed and moved a little to the side. As I started to get on the bed his hard cock slowly brushed against me and I was surprised at how hot it felt. He too was dripping pre-cum which stuck to my hip as I got on the bed next to mother. 

Mother's face and warm smile were full of life as she spread her thighs wider apart—inviting me to come and fuck her—fuck her physically, mentally, emotionally and even spiritually. "Come fuck me baby," she whispered.

I positioned myself between her legs. At that moment my cock was dangling and throbbing several inches from the entrance to her vagina. Her breast were delicate and erotic looking and I leaned down and took the nipple of her left breast in my lips and gently sucked on it—secretly wishing a few drops of milk would somehow appear.

I was surprised as I felt my father taking my cock in his hand and gently directing it toward mother's wet pussy. I didn't care who was holding my cock at that moment—it just didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was only moments away from sexually possessing my own mother as my father stood by watching and fondling himself—waiting for his turn to fuck my mother.

It is so hard to describe the feeling as my cock slowly entered mother's vagina. The velvety walls are warm and yielding and it's a feeling like nothing else in life. Mother's breath mingled with mine as we began to fuck. "It feels so good to have you inside me baby, fuck me," she whispered again.

Father sat back on the edge of the bed and watched us. Reaching out he began lightly rubbing mother's breasts, paying close attention to her erect nipples. With his other hand he was gently stroking his hard penis as he watched my penis going in and out of his wife's (and my mother's) cunt. I put my arms on both sides of her shoulders and lifted my upper body up as we continued to fuck. As I looked down on her I saw that her face was soft and beautiful and full of lust. She was panting and moaning; sometimes crying out as my cock pounded her responding pussy. "Fuck me baby, yes, like that, yes...oh god your cock is so hard and hot...fuck me baby...I'm so close...oh, fuck me harder...harder...baby!"

To my disappointment I was getting closer and closer to my first orgasm and I was trying everything to keep from cuming to soon. Suddenly, I was surprised to feel my father's hand caressing my scrotum and I couldn't hold back any longer. I began slamming my cock into mother's pussy as hard as I could and she met every one of the hard strokes with passion. My orgasm slammed into my body with an incredible amount of power just as mother cried out loudly and began clutching at my back. "Oh fuck baby! Fuck Me! I'm cuming baby! Fuck me harder!"

My cock felt as if it was about to explode a few seconds before it began to spew the white, milky streams of my sperm inside the complete darkness of her vaginal canal. Mother's body was jolting and shaking as her orgasm tore through her naked body—my sperm filling her. She moaned and cried out loudly as the intense moment took control of her.

I lay on top of her as our bodies slowly recovered. I smelled her warm, feminine breath as we lay face to face. We looked into each other's eyes and at that moment we both knew that we shared something intensely intimate that no one else would ever understand. We had sex but it was more...we shared our vulnerability and trust with each other. We each carried something of the other within us that would never be lost. 

I moved away from her as father moved in and knelt between her legs. I watched as a large, white glob of my cum slowly appeared at the opening of her vagina and father gently scooped it up with his fingers and spread it on his hard cock before leaning forward and pushing it into mother's freshly fucked pussy. My cock never really got soft as I watched them fuck. There was something so special about watching my parents fuck especially when they're using my cum as a lubricant.

We spent the next few hours having sex and playing. It was obvious that this new adventure made my parents happy and relaxed. I loved it and couldn't get enough of our family play. We all learned a lot about each other and what we find erotic.

Little did I know at the time what delights my Sex Education and the mystery Flash Drive would eventually bring me.



Sex Education Ch. 03



Having an alien -- no matter how closely he looked like an ordinary Human -- in my apartment still boggled my mind. The fact that this former war lover was in my apartment to learn about sex still seemed almost unfathomable, even though I had just shown him a porn video for the first time in his life. 

But the erection tenting the front of his pants was undeniable evidence that this was truly happening. 

...and so was the wetness anointing my panty. 

"How often do people have sex?" Kyrl asked. 

"It depends. There's no real timeline for it. Some people have sex daily -- or even more often than that. Others have sex a few times per week, other a few times per month, others even less often than that... if ever." 

"What about you?" 

"Uh..." The blush quickly reddened my face. Just as I was about to make the privacy argument, I realized that I really could not use that line of reasoning, given everything I had just shown this micronized Zentraedi. "It's been a long time," I finally admitted, "not since back before the --" I stopped myself, but then just said it: "-- war ." 

And that probably explained why my body was responding to Kyrl's arousal in such a manner, to the point that I was tempted to reach across his thigh and... 

"Elaine?" 

My hand touched the front of his pants, just as gently as a butterfly alighting upon a flower, and the alien visibly shuddered. There was also a slight musky scent which reached my nose, yet it was just different enough from that of a typical Human male that it attracted my attention and increased the warmth within my loins. 

"Oh my..." he breathed. 

I looked up at Kyrl's face to find his eyes closed, his lips parted. As I fondled him, the bulge grew even more, and through his clothing, I could feel the pulse of the blood within his engorged anatomy. For the briefest of moments, I envisioned myself on my back upon my bed, reaching behind me to grip the headboard tightly as his mighty cock speared me violently again and again. 

...and I trembled -- in part due to desire, admittedly, but primarily because Kyrl and all other Zentraedi had been bred for violence and aggression and war, and if he were to come to see sex as being even potentially aggressive, perhaps he would revert back to his warlike ways. 

That broke the spell upon me. My hand retracted and I slowly (and hopefully without displaying my concern upon my face) stood and stepped back from the loveseat. I could feel my heart beating rather quickly and my breathing essentially keeping pace, and it was clear that Kyrl's arousal was triggering mine. 

After a few moments, the alien slowly opened his eyes, and it was clear that he viewed me differently, that the sexual conduct was awakening something within him. 

"Oh no," I whispered to myself. "What have I done?" 

The Zentraedi male stood. Even micronized, he was more than a full head taller than me, with a well-muscled body barely concealed by his clothing. The bulge at the front of his pants was large and thick... and frightening. 

I suddenly had a new vision of myself, bent over the back of the loveseat, trying to get away as the alien violated me, "innocently" using me for his own pleasure with no care for how I was affected physically or mentally. 

"You're scared of me." 

Kyrl's words broke through the vision, and I realized that I was trembling -- visibly, apparently, for him to have made such an observant statement. Before I could answer him, however, he closed the space between us and took me into his powerful arms, holding me against his strong body. "I do not wish to hurt you, Elaine," he said quietly. "I do not wish to hurt anyone who can warm my chest from the inside as you have." 

In disbelief, I looked up into his face, and it was clear that he was quite serious. 

"Minmei had the same effect upon me with her songs. You are just like Minmei: special." 

Special. I was special to a man from some far-flung region of space which my small Earthbound mind simply could not comprehend. 

...and he was very definitely a man, as evidenced by the ever-present hardness pressing against me. 

I was at a loss for words. Certainly no one could have envisioned this when the Zentraedi attacked Earth. Not even after the marriage of Max and Miriya Sterling could anyone have envisioned that a Zentraedi male could be won over by an unsuspecting young woman such as myself, especially since, unlike Lynn Minmei, I was definitely not in the media spotlight. 

"I like your lesson," Kyrl said quietly. "May I take your video disc to continue learning on my own?" 

Without hesitation, I nodded. 

A few minutes later, he was gone, and I would not see him again until Monday morning. Yet for some reason, for the rest of the weekend, the alien was always on my mind, and the bright red nubbly dildo simply could not fulfill my desires. 

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Kyrl and I were civil, but curt throughout the majority of the week. But as I walked home Thursday after work, he ran up to me from behind, taking me by surprise initially. 

"I'd like to talk," he said between pants, "and also return your disc." 

I thought about it for a moment, then agreed. 

A few minutes later, as I made tea in my apartment, Kyrl finally made his comments. "The rest of the content on that disc is not nearly as tame." 

"No, it isn't." 

"People do that to each other?" 

"Yes." 

"They purposely strangle each other, or deeply scratch, or yell and scream during sex?" 

"Some people do, yes. Definitely not all people, though." 

"And the man who was constantly pulling the angel's hair... He was not being gentle with her at all." 

"Certainly not." 

"Sex is all that?" 

"All that and more." I poured two cups of tea. "There is so much more to sex than what is on that video disc. There is really no one 'right' or 'true' way to have sex." 

As I brought the tea to the table, Kyrl seemed lost in thought. 

"What was your favorite scene?" I asked, even though I had a fairly good idea already of which would have been his favorite. 

The alien's lengthy hesitation in answering the question only confirmed my belief. "The scene when the angel was bent over the fallen tree and the red man with the pointed ears and the permanent sneer had sex with her while yanking on her hair and repeatedly hitting her body with a branch of the tree. He enjoyed her pain and her suffering. I guess it appealed to my past and to my now-hidden violent nature. He was hurting her, making her scream and cry and beg loudly to be released, yet he kept doing it to her and left her limp across the fallen tree and seemed very satisfied with the result." 

I was right, but I wished that I could have been so very, very wrong. That Kyrl could talk about the scenario in that level of detail suggested to me that he had watched that particular scene multiple times. 

"It's called sadism," I said, finally taking a sip of my tea. "The 'red man with the pointed ears' is a sadist. He gets sexual pleasure from other people's pain and agony." 

"I must also be a sadist, then," the Zentraedi acknowledged softly. "Like him, my... thing became long and stiff each time I watched that part of the disc. I wished that I was him and..." 

"And...?" I prompted. 

Kyrl hesitated again before answering. "I wished that I was that red man and that you were the angel." 

I had had a feeling that the conversation might turn in this direction. "That's fine," I said, "but I am not a masochist?" 

"You're not as mas... What was that word?" 

"Masochist. I'm not someone who enjoys pain. I have a very low pain tolerance. I don't care much for rough things. I definitely don't like violence, especially violence against a girl or a woman. I much prefer slow sex, with lots of love and tenderness, with lots of care, like in the first scene on that disc." 

"Oh." At last, he took a sip of his tea, but I doubt he truly tasted it, for I could practically hear his mind pondering the concepts of sadism and masochism. 

"Look," I said, "I don't know much about S&M, but I do know someone who does. She may have some information for you if you want to learn more about it." 

"I would like that, Elaine." 

"I do know, though, that it's not just about hurting someone and being violent. I have no doubt that you'd be the sadist, but you're also going to need to know a lot more about Humans, and Human women in particular." 

"So how do I learn that?" 

"You first need to learn about being gentle. The first scene of that video disc you borrowed is a very good example. Slow, sensual, truly caring about her pleasure and needs. Not rushing it. Allowing your body and not your hormones to communicate with her. 

"There are times when being a little more forceful can be quite nice for the woman," I added, "but unless you can master gentleness, I really doubt any woman will want to have sex with you, no matter how much she enjoys rough sex or forceful role play."  

As we finished the tea, Kyrl clearly considered what I had just said, asking a few more questions. In the end, I let him borrow another video disc in my collection, one which focused solely on loving couples engaging in slow, tender foreplay and lovemaking. I figured that even if he simply "copied" what the men in this video were doing, he would already be a good partner for just about any woman.



Sex Education Ch. 03



After a weekend of posing nude along with three equally nude and beautiful women, I spend the next two weeks working and replaying the enticing visions of naked women. I would not call it time wasted.

Deidre calls me on a Thursday and asks if I could come out for the weekend. She wants to do some solo work with me as well as some finishing touches with just Mim and Ruthann since Crystal had to work.

I offer to drive and pick up the women, including Chrissy, who decides to join us, and we arrive at Deidre's a little before 7 on a Friday night.

We meet in the kitchen and Deidre has a manicotti supper waiting.

After cleaning up, she asks if I will go with her to the studio. The others stay by the fire to read or play board games.

The studio is cool so Deidre turns on the gas fireplace and says I can pose next to it. 

"I'm going to be doing details of your erection," she says and then starts giggling. "God, that sounds awful when I hear it out loud."

I laugh along and start to strip from the waist down.

Deidre places a high-back chair behind me and I can lean against it as if it were the mast. As Deidre adjusts some lights and arranges her easel and supplies, I stroke myself to try to get hard.

I'm about half-way there when she is ready to begin.

"Trouble?"

"Sometimes he's a bit shy," I say.

"May I?"

Deidre has not touched me since the massage and the thought of it alone gets me three-quarters of the way.

She is dressed in jeans and an oversized denim shirt with a white turtle neck showing underneath. She's wearing thick socks and moccasins.

Standing in front of me, she takes me in her hand. Her grip is strong and the skin rougher than her daughter's. She looks up and smiles.

"Why should others have all the fun?"

She slips her other hand on my balls and gently massages them. In short time I am hard with even a bit of moisture at my tip.

Deidre notices and wipes it with her finger, smearing it back on my shaft.

"Mac, thanks for doing this," she says as she strokes me. "You are the best model I can imagine. I know it must not be easy to pose nude and then I add the pressure to ask you to be erect. Not many guys would go along with this."

I shrug and say, "Well, I was a bit intimidated at first." Then looking at this extremely attractive woman with her hand on my dick, I add, "It does have some upside to it."

Deidre continues to gently stroke me, inducing the beginning of pressure in my balls. "Uh, think I'm ready to go now, Deidre."

She grins and releases me as I have achieved the goal.

She takes her position behind the easel. She sketches in silence for a long time, moving her gaze from my groin to the sheet. She asks me to turn a little one way or the other. I have to stroke myself a few times to maintain the erection.

"The thing is, Mac, since you are not circumcised your tip is slightly different from a cut penis. I want to make it clear that you are intact, just as our Odysseus was."

Deidre moves a chair in front and sits with her eyes dick level. She now has a small pad in her lap and is drawing a series of quick takes of my glans. She runs a finger down the underside of my shaft and I shiver. 

"Could you hold this up a bit more, Mac?"

I pull my erection toward my stomach. She sketches details of my balls. A couple times she reaches to them and holds them in her palm while drawing with her free hand.

As she is doing this, a voice calls out from the doorway.

"Sorry to interrupt."

Deidre continues to hold my balls and we look up to see Mim standing there with just a towel wrapped around her.

"Going for a hot tub, didn't know if you two were ready for a break."

Mim's eyes travel to my erection and Deidre's hands on my balls. Smiling, she adds, "Of course, it might be best to continue what's at hand."

She turns and heads out.

"God, I hope she doesn't think that..." Deidre pauses searching for the right word.

"That you were holding my balls in your hand," I offer.

She blushes and turns her head up to face me. Her eyes light up with amusement.

"Yeah, that's it."

"Probably noticed," I add, "but I'm sure she knows it's all for art's sake." Pausing, I continue, "Right?"

Deidre can't hold my gaze. 

"Well, let's call it a night and join them. Ok?" she says.

"Sure." I realize I have never seen Deidre naked think she will probably go nude in the tub. I surprise myself by how much I am looking forward to it. My dick gets harder.

"Well, you can go along, Mac. I'll grab some towels from the bath, get ready and join you."

"Or," I say.

"Or, what," she asks.

"Or, you can undress here and we get the towels together."

"Oh, I don't think..."

"No need to think," I say. I reach out and undo the top three buttons of her denim shirt. "Just do it."

"Uh, well, ok."

Slowly her hands move to her shirt to release the remaining buttons and slip it off. I can see the points of her nipples pushing through the cotton fabric. Deidre bends and slips off her mocs and socks. Standing she undoes her jeans and shimmies out of them. She is wearing black bikini bottoms. Her legs look as long as Ruthann's and are equally shapely and toned. 

Sighing she grabs the bottom of her turtleneck and pauses.

"I have not undressed in front of a man in a while."

"Just like riding a bike. It'll come back to you," I say as I admire her figure.

She giggles and pulls it off. I stare at her breasts. They are shaped like Ruthann's but are slightly rounder and bigger. Instead of Ruthann's puffy pink tips, her nipples are dark and hard. Her stomach is not completely flat like a young girl's but is certainly not flabby. I can tell she must work out. Her arms are tight and her waist narrows before flaring to wide hips.

Deidre tugs down her bikini bottoms revealing a dark and thick bush that is trimmed to a rectangle. I notice a scar running across the top of her pubic area and assume that Ruthann was a C-section.

"God, stop staring," she hisses. 

"I can't help it. I like what I see."

"Jesus! This old body?"

"How old are you?"

Laughing out loud, she says, "Is that politic to ask?"

"I only do so because if I did not know Ruthann was your daughter, I'd say you were in your early thirties."

Deidre blushes and her entire body turns pink. She always seems such a self-assured woman that I am surprised by her reaction.

"44" she whispers.

"Deidre, you are beautiful. Truly! Beautiful and sexy."

"You're just saying that to make me..."

I move close, slip my hand behind her neck and bring her face to mine. She has a strange look in her eyes as I move my mouth to hers. I kiss her. Softly at first, then with some force. Her eyes remain open, searching mine.

"I am saying it," as I pull back, "as a man with a hard-on looking at you."

I kiss her again and this time she responds, melting her body to mine. My erection pushes against her stomach, her breasts burrow into my chest. I slip my hands on her rear and pull her tighter. She grinds against me as her tongue searches my mouth.

I am surprised as I realize how much I have wanted to do this with her. Almost from the moment I saw her, I've experienced a sexual desire, but have not let it escape its cage. Now, the monster of desire is breaking free. My blood is pumping heat through my body.

Slowly we pull back and look at each other.

"Well, that was unexpected," she says.

"Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?"

"I mean you were playing with my dick and balls. That can have an effect."

"Art," she says smiling. "Simply, art."

"Ok. Well, let's get to the hot tub before art becomes porn."

We head for the bath to grab towels. I fall a step behind.

"I can't believe you're checking out my ass," she calls over her shoulder.

"Definitely worthy of checking," I say.

She gives it a wiggle, grabs two towels and we move toward the spa.

"What about my..." I look down at my hard-on.

"They've all seen it before. Come on."

We push out into the chilly night. Mim, Ruthann and Chrissy are soaking and chatting.

They turn and look at us.

"Aye, Mac, I think the posing is over and you can relax now. If you get my meaning," calls out Mim.

All the women laugh.

"Sometimes it takes a while to relax after such an intense artistic experience," I deadpan.

"Got ya," she says, "Mind we aren't complaining."

Deidre and I lower ourselves into the hot water. I am between Mim and Ruthann. Deidre is opposite me and Chrissy is next to her.

We soak in silence.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow, Dede?" asks Mim.

"Well, I want to work on the big canvas. There is some shading and details that I'd like to capture. We can work around Crystal not being here."

"Chrissy can take her place," offers Ruthann.

We all look at the blond.

"God, I don't know," she says softly.

"I think we can do it without Crystal," says Deidre. "So, you're off the hook, Chrissy."

Ruthann lays her hand along my shaft and softly runs it up and down. I take in a deep breath. She looks at me and smiles. With the bubbles of the spa hiding her action, she keeps lightly stroking me while her mother is a few feet away.

Her hand feels fantastic, but my mind is telling me to be very careful. Having Ruthann help keep me hard while we all are posing is one thing. Having her hand on me now is definitely crossing a barrier.

I take her hand and ease off my erection. She resists at first, but then concedes. She holds my hand and pulls it to the inside of her thigh, nearly touching her dark patch. If I move my pinky finger less than an inch, I will be rubbing her pussy. Ruthann opens her legs wider.

I squeeze her thigh and remove my hand. My mind is as foggy as the mist rising from the spa. 

After a while Ruthann and Chrissy say they've had enough. Ruthann kisses my cheek, squeezes my erection one last time, and climbs out. They stand by the side drying off. I marvel at the two young, nubile bodies. I try to banish the nasty thoughts. 

I yelp as a foot lands in my crotch.

"You ok, Mac?" asks Ruthann.

"Uh, sure, just had a little spasm. Probably from holding a pose too long." I try to keep my voice calm as now two feet cradle my dick.

"Night all," calls Ruthann. She and Chrissy leave.

Deidre is giving me a foot fuck under the water. I hope the timer doesn't go off to kill the bubbles and expose her actions to Mim.

"Well, I should be going along as well."

"No need to rush," I say.

"Oh, I think the stars are moving about the sky into a new alignment," she says. "I best be on my way before they are in order."

I feel her hand on my thigh. Slowly her fingers creep toward my crotch. She smiles as she feels Deidre's feet.

"Yes, a very good time for me to be running along."

She runs her hands over her friend's feet clamped around my erection. Her one hand comes to rest on the tip of my penis that extends up from Deidre's feet. Deidre's feet move aside and Mim runs her fingers up and down, ending with a caress of my balls.

"Mac, I am never one to stand in the way of the force of nature."

She kisses me softly on my cheek and slips her hand off my tip after giving it a gentle squeeze.

I watch her body, sleek from the water and bathed in moonlight, emerge from the tub. She stands still and I look up into her blond bush. I cannot make out detail in the light, but my heart flutters as I take in her naked beauty.

As she walks away, Deidre begins to work her feet more aggressively. 

"God, I almost came when you touched me," I croak.

"I take that as saying it felt good."

I nod and grin.

Deidre looks over my shoulder. 

"They've all gone back," she says. "Let's get out."

I stand and she moves through the water. Kneeling, she takes my hard-on in her mouth. I moan.

After a few seconds, she releases me and stands. 

"Let's go to my room."

"Deidre, are you sure?"

"Mac, I am very sure. And, since you are about to fuck me, I think you can call me Dede."

Forgoing any clothing we race through the house and into her bedroom. 

She closes the door and comes into my arms.

"I want you, Mac. I've wanted you ever since I saw the tape. I wanted you the second you walked into my house. I wanted you even more when I touched your cock. When you kissed me tonight, it was all I could manage not to fuck you right in the studio. I want you to fuck me now. But, we can stop right now and I will never mention this again. I will never let it stand between us."

"Is this just some physical reaction?" I ask.

"True, you are an attractive man. And, I am a horny woman. Add to those two facts that I have been looking at your fabulous boner for days makes this a perfect storm of eroticism."

"So, am I just a hard cock?'

Dede shakes her head vigorously.

"No, honestly. Now, that I've gotten to know you, I want you even more. We all like you very much."

"We?"

"Yes, me, Ruthann, Chrissy and Mim."

"And, they know?"

"Know that we are here?"

"Yes," I say.

"I've not said anything, but I think they have their suspicions. Does that bother you?"

"I don't know. I haven't had time to think."

"Are you worried what Mim will think?"

"Why should I?"

"Oh, God, Mac, we all know you are like half in love with her."

"You do. I mean all of you, even Mim?"

"Yes, we're not blind. The way you look at her, how you smile when you see her walk in, how you talk to her."

"Guess I'm not so subtle."

Dede laughs.

"But, she won't even go out..."

"Mim doesn't date."

"I know she told me. I can't figure out why."

"I can't say."

"Can't or won't?"

"Either way, it would not be my place."

I pause and think this is a strange conversation between two naked people who have already committed to screwing each other. Still, I need to push it one step further.

"Does she like men?"

"What? You think she's gay?"

"Not really, but you never know."

"One thing I can say is she is no more gay than I am."

I look at this incredible naked woman in front of me. My erection throbs and I come to my senses. My hormonal senses, that is.

"Of course, I have no idea how gay you are."

"And, what do you intend to do about that."

"Conduct a deep and penetrating inquiry."

"Then, please by all means begin."

I pull her to my arms and we kiss. Slowly, then let our passions build through this most basic human contact. Our tongues taste and explore each other as our bodies push hard together.

I back her to the bed and reach around to throw the top covers to the floor. We fall onto the sheets keeping our mouths locked on each other.

I move my mouth to her neck and ear. Dede purrs and I move to the other side. Slowly I work to her right breast. It is small enough to take into my mouth. Dede moans approval as I play my tongue over her nipple while sucking the entire breast. Releasing it, I concentrate on just her nipple, which is now rock hard. She lifts her back pushing her breast to me. After flicking and licking, I catch the nub between my teeth and bite. She curses and grabs the back of my head and pulls me toward her. With her nipple between my teeth, I pull back and stretch her breast. 

"Fuck, that feels so good," she breathes.

I release it and pay equal attention to her other breast.

Dede is moving underneath me, thrusting with her hips. I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh and find her moisture already running down toward the sheets. Kissing my way down her belly, I lick her navel. I cover her C-section scar with mini-kisses.

Her hands push against my shoulders, urging me south.

I spread her legs, lift her butt to slide two pillows underneath, and lie between her.

I begin at her ankles and make small kisses, licks and bites up the inside of her leg. She urges me on with little groans. I repeat the process on her other leg, finally pausing at the top of her thigh to bite against the stretched muscle and ligament.

I can smell her aroma. It is strong and sweet-smelling.

"God, lick me there, Mac. Please. Now."

Knowing I've teased enough, I press my tongue to the bottom of her slit and slowly lick to the top. 

She screams.

"Well," I say with her sound echoing in my ears, "if the others had any doubts before about what we might be doing, they are now dispelled."

"Fuck them," she rasps.

I swirl my tongue around her rigid clit. Pulling back the hood to completely expose it, I pull on it with my lips. Dede moves her mons up toward my face as hoarse gasps escape her lips.

Her lips have spread showing the deep pink of her interior. Her interior lips are now hanging down. I take each one by turn in my mouth and pull on them. Next, I kiss and softly bite her outer lips. Dede is muttering a series of "yes, yes" and squirming.

I place her legs over my shoulder and they fall onto my back, further lifting her butt. I run my tongue from her moisture-rich pussy to her little pink anus. I rim it with my tongue and she again cries out.

I lick back up and bury my tongue inside her vagina. She is bucking hard against my face. I slip one, then two fingers deep inside, feeling the walls of her vagina clinch around them. I search and then find the magic spot. I massage with my fingers and take her clit between my teeth. Holding it still, I use my tongue to abuse its tip as my fingers ply her G-spot.

Dede is bucking hard and then gives in to her orgasm. She cries out, and her body jerks for several seconds. I can feel her orgasm around my fingers trapped deep inside her.

She is still breathing hard as I retract my fingers and sensing a stream of her essence easing out. I move up on my knees, rest her legs straight up on my shoulders. Tossing the pillows aside, I place my tip at her still spread hole.

"Do you want me to use a condom?"

"No, fuck me hard, now."

I push in with one continuous motion.

"Oh, God," she says.

Giving her no time for adjustment, I start long hard strokes.

"If you want to fuck," I think, "then let's fuck."

Dede is riding with me on every stroke. She is pulling her nipples and pushing her pubis against mine. She is becoming more vocal.

"Dede, you're going to raise the roof."

She grins and then pulls a pillow over her mouth.

I can sense her intensity increase and pound harder. She bucks one last time and I feel her contract around my dick. She screams into the pillow and I feel a wet stream running down my balls.

I have not cum yet. I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. Pulling her hips up I look with wonder and lust at her dripping pussy and pink rosebud.

I grab her hips and slam my dick back into her. She screams.

I am now pounding her, my balls slapping her pussy hard with every thrust. He pussy is oozing all over. I run my thumb along the bottom of her pussy and coat it with her juices. Remembering how she massaged my prostate, I place my thumb at her opening.

She cries out in a raspy voice, "No. I can't take it."

I plunge my dick deep inside and push my thumb past the first ring of resistance of her ass. 

Dede just says, "Ohhh."

I can feel my orgasm rising quickly. I am going at a fast pace, pounding and pounding. My thumb is up to its limit and I am moving it back and forth.

"I am close, Dede. Where..."

"Cum inside me. Do it now. I'm cumming."

I stroke a few more times and now my balls are tight and ready to explode. I push as deep as I can with my dick and thumb and the waves of pleasure overtake me. I keep shooting inside Dede and she is screeching into the pillow. I feel her spasm as her body shakes and then collapses flat on the bed. I am still inside, but begin to soften.

Reluctantly I pull my dick and thumb out. Pulling her on her side I spoon her from behind.

"As good as it looked?"

"You bastard," she says, pulling my hand to her breast. "I have never been fucked like that."




Sex Education Ch. 03



"Well, Madam Artist, let me say, you inspire me."

She laughs softly and we both drift into sleep.

Twenty minutes later I feel Dede stirring.

I kiss the back of her neck and gently fondle her small breast.

"Awake?"

She responds by pushing her butt back into my crotch.

"I need to pee," I say.

"Me, too, and clean up a bit."

We roll out of bed and walk to the attached bath.

I stand at the toilet as Dede uses the bidet gently removing the remains of our lovemaking.

I wash my hands and dry them. Finishing she offers to clean me.

Standing by the sink, Dede uses a washcloth to wipe my dick with warm water. Then, dropping to her knees she plants tiny kisses up and down the shaft.

"You keep doing that and I won't be responsible for the consequences."

Dede looks up and grins. "Then, let's move to the bed and discuss specific consequences.

Avoiding the large wet spot, we cuddle on one side of her king-sized bed.

"Mac, thanks for before. That was special. It's been a while since I was with a man. And, God, that was worth the wait."

"I think you're just not remembering all that well."

"When it comes to fucks," she says, "I have an excellent memory. This was special."

I kiss her.

"Dare I ask if there is anything left in reserve?"

"Oh, I think there is more than enough," I respond.

"Mac, that was so intense and strong. Without sounding demanding, do you have a slow and steady speed?"

I chuckle.

"What?"

"I love how direct you are. It is so refreshing to have a woman say what she wants. And to answer you, yes."

We kiss for a long time, letting our fingers softly explore each other. Dede takes my soft dick in her mouth and coaxes it to life.

"Later, she says," holding my hard-on in her hands, "if there is a later, I would love to just make love to you with my mouth."

"In that case, Dede, I promise you there will definitely be a 'later'"

I slowly work my way up and down her body, covering every inch with kisses and nibbles. Dede seems to enjoy the time I spend on her compact butt.

"Before, when you used your thumb," she coos, "that was the first time for me."

"And?"

"I liked it a lot."

"Enough to explore more there later?"

"Thinking about it," she said with a small laugh, "if there is another later."

"Sounds like lots of 'laters' building up."

"Mmm," she whispers as I run my tongue around her pink rosebud, "I know and I'm already looking forward to later." I push hard against her butt hole with my tongue. She moans and raises her ass to my tongue.

I turn her onto her back and position myself over her. As my tip rubs against her thigh, she takes hold of me and moves me up and down her slit, rubbing it around her clit. Soon, my glans is wet with her fluid.

"Ease it in, Mac, I'm a tiny bit sore."

"We could stop."

"I'm afraid I'd be driven to murder."

"Well, easy does it, then."

I split her lips and her breath catches in her throat.

Remaining still, I lower my head to kiss her lips. She returns my kiss and we let our tongues play. I appreciate that she does not hesitate to offer me her tongue even though I had just rimmed her. Dede is an adventurous lover and I shake with anticipation of exploring more with her.

I slip another couple inches in, accompanied by a soft cry.

I look into her eyes. She is all anticipation.

I increase the pressure until each of our pubis meet.

Keeping most of my weight on my arms and knees, I allow my chest to rest against hers.

We kiss again.

"This feels so good, Mac."

"Yeah, I can't get over what you're doing with your muscles. It is so hot and intimate."

"Can we roll to our sides and stay this way for a bit?"

I nod and move, pulling her along with me.

We are face to face as our sexes meld as one.

"You're not too big..."

"Is that a complaint?" I tease.

"God, no. I mean I was a little worried. You do have a large dick, but it's not grotesquely big. It fills me more than any I've had. I didn't know what to expect since no other guy has been this size."

"Have there been many?"

Dede grins, "Hell of a question to ask as your cock is inside me."

"Don't have to answer," I say. "I'm enjoying being in you and being able to talk. Usually the talking, what there is, occurs after it's over."

I move in and out slightly and Dede pulls my ass to keep me tight.

"Well, besides my husband, who was a spectacularly lousy fuck, there have been exactly four others. One before I married and three since my divorce."

She contracts her vagina walls and I close my eyes to savor the sensation.

"How about you?"

I kiss her. Her breath is both hot and sweet. Her lips are soft and pliant. She is an extraordinary kisser.

"Well, before I married Mandy there were a few, well, more than a few. I haven't counted in a while and must admit I had a bit of a wild streak when I was in my early twenties. Then, with Mandy, well, we didn't cheat, but sometimes the boundaries got wide."

"Meaning swapping?"

"I never cared for that term, I think of it as couples together. I didn't enjoy it as much as she, but never complained. There were two couples we liked. We'd go on weekend trips, stay in the same room. Stuff like that."

"Was Jennifer involved?"

"No. Some people you probably don't know and whom I am not going to mention."

"Fair enough. So was it just watching each other or what?"

"Both, with a lot of "or what".

I slowly move in and out a couple inches. Dede smiles and clinches her vaginal walls around my dick.

"We'd be with the other spouse, I would be fucking the wife, Mandy with the husband. Or, sometimes I would watch Mandy with the guy and the girl."

"Never, you and the guy?"

"No. Have no interest in that."

"Did it bother you to see her screw another guy or another girl?"

I pump Dede a couple times and she pushes against me.

"Oh, I guess I never really saw the attraction of being with a couple. I mean it was different screwing a woman other than my wife. But, I loved Mandy and was not really looking for this sort of adventure. As far as her and another woman, it was hot at first, but again, I was wondering why we were doing it."

"Can I get on top now?"

We roll so that I am lying on my back and Dede is stretched out on top of me.

"Did that lead to the break up?"

"In a way, it did. Mandy seemed to want more and I was wanting to pull back. Finally, she decided to move to California with this other couple and they would live as three."

"Must have hurt."

"At first, it did. I put a lot into our marriage. Worked hard to make it work, you know? But, if someone wants something so basically different, you just have to let it go. I have no hard feelings toward her, nor do I have any love left for her. I hope she's happy, but I doubt it. I think Mandy will always be looking for the next best thing around the bend."

Dede sits up and rides slowly up and down my shaft.

"And since Mandy?"

"Well, that's two years and, including you, I'd guess that there have been, let's see, two."

"No shit. I'm the second woman you've been with in two years."

"Yep. Hope I'm doing ok."

Dede grinned widely, "So far, so fucking good."

She pumps some more.

"So how long since the other woman?"

I tweak her nipples.

"Over a year, maybe closer to two years."

"God, I thought I was bad in not having a man in over a year. What a shame."

"Hey, don't make me out to be a monk. I was busy. Have the garage, some friends, Sam and my Aunt. I don't complain."

"Oh, Mac, I didn't mean you, I meant all the women who have lost out on this."

She begins riding me more vigorously, building up to a fast pace. I respond by thrusting my hips. I work one breast with my hand and use the other to play with her clit.

She is grunting at the end of every thrust and then doubles her speed. 

"Oh, this one is going to be huge," she cries.

"Pillow?" I offer.

"Too late," she says hoarsely.

Dede wails long and loud. I know it must fill every corner of the large house. She thrashes hard on my cock and plants her hands on my chest to give her extra leverage to bounce up and down. Her vagina is squeezing me like a vise.

With one last gasp, she collapses on my chest, tears running down her cheeks and wetting my shoulder.

I haven't cum and enjoy being hard inside her.

Dede rests her head on my chest, occasionally tilting her head to kiss me. I remain hard but don't move, just let it rest in her warm moistness.

"Mac, I am really happy, but really wasted. I know you didn't cum this last time. Would you think me the biggest bitch, if we just went to sleep?"

"Can I hold you and keep my dick inside while you sleep?"

Dede looked up at me. I think I see a tear. 

"How the fuck did Mandy let you go?" She sighs and nestles her face into the nook of my neck. I pull the sheet and comforter over us. I lightly stroke her back, savoring the curve of her rump in my palms. In a few minutes, Dede is breathing deeply with her mouth slightly open. I kiss the top of her head and drift asleep, my dick nestled in her special place.

I awake in the middle of the night. My soft dick has retreated from its nest. I ease Dede onto her side and cuddle behind her, my hand resting on her breast. 

"This is a real woman," I think as I close my eyes.

Morning arrives with a soft knock on our door.

Dede is still sleeping, as I ease myself off the bed and open the door, letting it hide my nakedness.

Ruthann is standing there with a breakfast tray. She's dressed in sweat pants and a big sweater.

"Hi," I say.

"Thought you guys might like some nourishment. I certainly think you need it."

I blush and ask, "You heard us?"

"Yeah, Mac. We did along with most of the houses on Long Island Sound."

"Only on the Sound?" comes a voice behind me.

I turn to see Dede sitting up in bed, her breasts glowing in the morning light.

"I was thinking the entire east coast," she says while stretching.

Ruthann takes the tray to the bed and I let the door close behind her.

As I head to the bed, I notice Ruthann checking out my dick. I wonder why this attraction since she has certainly seen it quite a bit.

Climbing in next to Dede, I pull the covers up over my lap. Ruthann sets the tray over her mother's lap. I realize I'm famished and craving coffee. I pour a mug from the carafe and pick up a buttered English muffin covered with orange marmalade. 

"Mmm," Dede says after sipping the rich, dark coffee. "Thanks, sweetie, this is nice."

"My compliments," I add.

Ruthann beams.

We eat and drink in silence. I'm enjoying the nourishment and still buzzing with a sexual high.

Ruthann takes a sip of her coffee and glances back and forth at her mother and me.

"You guys look really good together," she says.

Dede takes a long sip of her coffee.

"Mac, could you give us a few minutes?"

I see a mother-daughter talk looming.

I slip out of bed, grabbing some clothes along the way out of the bedroom. As I close the door, I hear Ruthann softly say, "That's an awesome ass, Mom."

Back in my room, I crawl into bed. I wake some time later and realize I'm starving. Ruthann's breakfast in bed was never finished since she and Dede ended up talking.

I pull on my jeans and a sweatshirt. With just thick socks on my feet, I paddle down to the kitchen. Mim's sitting at the counter eating a poached egg on toast.

"Looks good," I say.

"Sit and I'll fix you one."

"You don't have to..."

"I'm not much of a cook, but a good Scottish lassie knows how to coddle an egg."

She takes the last bite of her food and begins to prepare mine.

Toasting bread she lays two poached eggs on top. She hands them to me along with a cup of strong black coffee.

I dig in and savor the simple flavors.

"Where is everyone?"

"Chrissy and Ruthann have taken themselves out for a hike down toward the Sound."

I sip the coffee. "And, Dede?"

"Ah, now it's Dede, is it," she asks with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, uh, yes, I guess it is."

"And, I take it that the howling last night is at the root of this new familiarity?"

I can't tell if Mim is teasing or if she is really upset. I now realize that by professing a desire for her and then jumping in the sack with a woman whom she calls a "kindred soul" might appear a bit shallow and crass.

I am trying to find some words that will not sound totally asinine. I fail and just keep my mouth shut.

"Anyway, Mac, Dede appears to still be abed. I wonder if she is feeling all right. Maybe something got into her? What do you think?"

I want to explain. I want to justify. I realize, however, that there is nothing to justify. I went to bed with a beautiful woman and we had fantastic sex. Mim had made it clear that such an act was not in our future. So, why was I feeling ashamed? Hell, I'm not ashamed.

"If I were to speculate, Mim, I would say that Dede is enjoying the luxury of sleeping in after what I hope was a night of outstanding passion."

"Amen," comes a voice from the doorway.

We turn to see Dede. She comes forward wrapped in an oversized robe, stopping next to Mim and across the kitchen island from where I sit. She reaches for my coffee cup and takes a long sip. It's such a simple gesture, but one so full of significance. Dede is stating that we had shared something grand and she doesn't care if Mim knows.

"Morning, Luv," says Mim.

"Morning, Mim."

The two women look at each other. Dede opens her arms and Mim slides into them. They embrace. Breaking apart, they kiss gently on the lips and hug again.

"Can I fix you a bite of breakfast," asks Mim.

"That'd be delightful."

I'm not sure what I just witnessed. I'm sure it was not a sexual embrace and kiss, although it was quite intimate. It is way deeper than the flesh. I begin to understand what Mim meant about kindred spirits. She and Dede connect on a deep plane. 

Dede walks around and sits on a stool next to me. I kiss her lips and she kisses back.

"Thanks for giving me a bit of time with Ruthann and the chance to catch a few more minutes of sleep."

"No problem," I say. "I caught a nap, myself."

I watch Mim as she works at the stove. Her bottom is snuggly outlined by her jeans. I recall its naked beauty. I also remember how beautiful Dede was standing nude in front of me. I'm driving myself crazy.

"Problem with Ruthann?" asks Mim as she places the plate with egg and toast before Dede.

"Ah, the tortured mind of a teenager," she sighs.

Mim freshens my cup and sits across from us.

"Want to talk?" says Mim.

"I think we need to," answers Dede looking at me.

"Ruthann has been my rock," she said. "I know a mother is supposed to be the support for her daughter, and I truly think I am that for Ruthann. But, without her I would have let my sanity and self-respect slowly dissipate. This may be difficult for you to hear, Mac, but I hope you will keep an open mind."

I slip my hand over hers and squeeze.

Dede continues.

"Mim has heard some of this, but she is such a dear that she won't mind my repeating myself."

"No, indeed, Luv."

"Mac, you know that a divorce is hard, even if everyone recognizes it is for the best. No matter how you rationalize it, there is the specter of failure present in any divorce. I know you expressed some of that when you spoke of Mandy.

"When my husband left me to go fuck boys, well, that knocked me down hard. I don't know if I would have felt better if he had preferred some young blond with huge tits, but I was totally destroyed to learn he'd prefer a male to me. Of course I had my anger. And, that was a good thing because it helped me get the best settlement from him and his patrician family. Anger goes away, though. In its place I only had doubt and despair. I was feeling completely sorry for myself. One day as I lay around the house wallowing in pity, I looked out the window and saw Ruthann playing by herself in the yard. 

"It hit me like a bullet. There was my life and I was turning my back on it. I pulled on my jacket and went out to play with her. Ruthann probably thought I had lost my mind. I had hardly spoken to her in weeks and now I wanted to kick a soccer ball around with her. It didn't happen all at once, but we were able to take baby steps back toward each other. I opened up and told why I was feeling so awful. She told me she felt as if it were her fault her father and I split."

Dede pauses to wipe her eyes on her sleeve. She blows her nose with a tissue Mim passes to her.

"We made a pact to always be honest with each other and to be there for each other. We've honored that pact. So, my daughter became my best friend while I still kept my role as mother. It's sometimes a delicate balancing act. I know I could not go on without her.

"So, the few times I have been involved with a man, Ruthann seems to think that maybe I'll make a commitment to him. She is both happy and frightened. Mostly, she quickly realizes that there is little to be frightened about since there was no way that I was going to marry anyone of those men."

Dede pulls her robe tight around her and drinks some coffee. Mim refills her cup and clears the dirty dishes. Dede spends some time just looking into the dark liquid.

"So, one day Ruthann calls and said she met the most fantastic man and I should meet him because he'd be perfect for me. She also said he had a hard body and, now I quote, "a gorgeous cock." Most mothers don't want their children to be their matchmakers and all mothers do not want their daughters to be checking out a prospective date's equipment."

We all laugh a bit.

"Yeah, she was talking about you, Mac. I followed up with Mim and learned that you indeed seemed to be a nice guy."

"And, I was able to confirm the initial evaluation of the gorgeousness of the aforementioned body part," adds Mim with a smile.

"So, for a while all I heard was Mac this and Mac that. So, when I got that commission and spoke to Mim, she suggested that you would be perfect for my Odysseus. Ruthann and Chrissy were in total agreement. I said I would need female models as well. Ruthann volunteered on the spot. Then, after you were at the dance, the volume tripled in singing your praises. The girls loved dancing with you and talking with you."

Mim is making another pot of coffee. She speaks over her shoulder. "I think I might have added a bit of fuel to the fire. I explained to Dede how much fun we all had together. Of course, I was obliged to add that what was pushing up under that kilt would probably serve as a worthy recommendation for you as Odysseus."

We each top off our cups and sit in silence. Dede plays with her spoon on the granite of the counter.

"So, this morning when Ruthann brought us breakfast, I knew she was letting her imagination run at full speed. That's why I asked you for some privacy when she said we looked good together."

I tell her I understand. I inwardly recall how much attention Ruthann seemed to give my exposed dick.

"I told you we committed to be honest with each other," says Dede. "So, I was honest with Ruthann. I told her we had wonderful sex."

"I think that came as no surprise," interjects Mim. "We all do have ears, you know."

"I guess I might have been a mite expressive," says Dede.

"A mite," agrees Mim as she smiles at her friend and then winks at me.

"Anyway, and Mac please understand what I'm saying, I told Ruthann that I had no intention of marrying you. I explained that sometimes a great night of sex is just that—one special experience. She said that of the men I've dated that you are the coolest and she would be fine with us being together.

"So, after discussing my sexual adventure, we edged into to discussing her own sexuality. Ruthann is a virgin. Watching me help you to orgasm that first day was the closest she's been to sex. Now, comes the difficult part."




Sex Education Ch. 03



Dede takes a deep breath and stretches her back, trying to release tension. 

"Ruthann admitted, after a bit of going around the barn, that she would like to lose her virginity. She would want it to be a special experience. Doing it with Robbie, she admitted, would probably not be all that special. She wanted to have sex that made her scream as I did."

Dede turns and kisses me. She laces her fingers into mine.

"She said since I probably was not going to marry you, she'd like to make love with you. She wants you to be her first."

When people say that a silence fell across a room, that's what happened in Dede's kitchen. I swear I can hear my own heartbeat. Mim appears as shocked as I am. 

"Dede, I don't think I..."

"Mac, don't say anything right now," she says.

"Bit of a mixed message there, Dede," says Mim.

Dede nods. 

Mim continues. "First, she says she'd be happy if Mac were her step-dad and then she says she'd like to shag him."

"I know," says Dede. "Ruthann has had issues with adult males since her father left. She is suspicious of them and, at the same time, is yearning for a steady male influence in her life. She senses confidence in Mac, as well as a genuine concern for her as a person. So, I can understand her fantasy of having Mac in our lives. I also know she has a burgeoning sexual drive. Mac is also handsome and is endowed with admirable male qualities—of a physical nature. He is also the first man she has openly seen in a sexual context. So, to sum up, she's a confused girl who is trying to become a woman."

My mind is reeling. I genuinely like Ruthann. I think she is smart, funny, honest and quite attractive. I also like her mother, evidenced by the raucous night of sex we enjoyed. I'm not sure I could initiate a girl half my age into sex, nor am I sure that is proper. Yet, the thought of holding her, touching her young body and helping her open up to the joys and rewards of sex is strongly appealing. 

I can still feel the touch of her hand on my erection in the hot tub and how she was so tender moving up and down. I recall how smooth her thigh felt and how powerful was my impulse to slide my finger into her pussy. I realize I must have drifted off as I see Mim and Dede staring at me.

"What do we do?" I ask.

"Nothing," says Dede. "At least 'we' do nothing. Please do not even hint that you know anything about this conversation. I will continue to talk with Ruthann. I'm sure we will come to an understanding."

"Are you considering allowing what she wants?" prompts Mim.

"I have no idea. I mean, like most mothers I would want my little girl to remain a virgin and safe. I know that is unrealistic and it is at the point where the decision is out of my control. Ruthann is nineteen and she will ultimately choose her sex partners.

"On the other hand, I recall my first sexual encounter. God, I'm amazed I even tried it again. Is that how yours went?"

Mim smiles and looks back and forth between me and Dede.

She lets out a rough laugh. "It was absolutely wretched. Painful, embarrassing and quick. I never knew what people were so loony about when they talked about sex. And, an orgasm? To me it was purely a myth."

"Exactly," says Dede. "So, maybe I should allow—no, that's not the right word. Maybe I should just step aside and let her make her own decision. At least if she went with Mac, I know she would find out why people crave sex. And, she would not have to wonder if she had an orgasm."

Dede leans in and kisses me tenderly. I respond and slip my arm around her shoulder.

"Mac, last night was simply incredible. If Ruthann could experience that..."

Dede pauses and looks at Mim.

"Mim, dear, please indulge my crudeness for a moment."

Mim smiles and nods.

"If Ruthann could experience the tender and slow part of last night, not the 'fuck-my-brains-out' part, then she will start out on her sexual journey on the right foot."

"Fuck-my-brains-out?" Mim says with a wry look.

"Oh, yeah," says Dede. "When we first started last night, it was raw and wild. It was also exactly what I was seeking. But, then we went slower. Mac was extremely tender and gentle. I still came like a freakin' gusher, but it was sweet."

Mim appraises me. I hold her stare. Is she thinking which approach she and I would try? Or, more likely, is she thinking I'm the usual male savage.

By silent agreement, we stop our conversation as we hear the girls coming back from their walk. I excuse myself and head upstairs.

I shower and make my way to the studio where Dede is working on details of Mim and Ruthann. I strip and take my place between them. 

Dede says I don't need to be erect right now. She works on getting the angles right where our bodies touch. We chat idly while Dede sketches. Chrissy is sitting along the side, working on her iPad. She occasionally looks over and smiles at me.

Around 2, Dede calls it a day. We dress and enjoy a light lunch. While Mim, Ruthann and Chrissy are gathering their things, I take Dede aside.

"Will I see you again?" I ask.

"We still have some work to do on the painting," she replies.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Do you want to see me?"

"Yes."

"So, let's talk this week," she says and kisses my cheek.

I pull her into a hug. She responds and we kiss tenderly.

"Mac, I could get used to you."

"Is that a problem?"

"There's a lot going on right now."

I kiss her, letting my tongue slide between her lips.

"So?"

"Mac, call me this week, ok?"

"Sure."

"And..."

"Yes," I reply.

"Think about what we discussed about Ruthann."

"I thought we were talking about you and me getting together."

"We were," she says and hugs me tighter. "But, I did say there was a lot going on."

We hear footsteps coming our way and break apart.

Ruthann and Chrissy come into the kitchen, followed in a few seconds by Mim.

We make our good-byes and soon are on our way back to Barton Hills. Mim and I talk about cars and the girls doze in the back seat. After dropping them at the school, I drive to Sam's place.

Letting myself in, I find her in the kitchen making brownies from a mix.

"Hey, Cuz, how'd it go?"

I dip my finger in the batter and enjoy the chocolaty taste.

"Got a beer and an hour?"

"Hmm," Sam murmurs, "Sounds serious."

She digs out a couple beers. As I sip mine, she pours the batter in a baking dish, pops it in the oven and sets the timer.

We make our way to the living room and settle on the couch.

"How's Crystal?" I ask.

"She's great. But that's not what's on your mind. Talk to me, Mac."

I take a long drink and then relate what happened over the weekend.

"So the sex with Dede was good?"

"Great," I say. "And, we really had fun just being together. I'd like to see her again."

"You mean to fuck her?"

"That and more. I'd like to see what develops."

"And, as you say this you are wondering if you should fuck her daughter?"

"You make it sound crude."

"Oh, excuse the shit out of me. Ok, you want to have sexual relations with her mother and deflower the lovely Ruthann. Is that better?"

I sigh. "Still sounds creepy, right?"

"You said it, Cuz."

The buzzer goes off and Sam goes to take the brownies out of the oven. She returns with two new beers.

"Need to let the brownies cool. So, what are you going to do?"

"Not a clue. And, then there's Mim?"

"Mac, don't you think you're in enough shit. Don't pile more on."

"I know. It's just that I could really fall for her."

"Fall for her? Christ, Mac, that sounds like a bad romance novel. Besides, it's pretty fuckin' clear you already have 'fallen' for her."

"Ah, shit, Sam. I am so fucked-up."

"Well, as a single woman, may I give you some advice on how to deal with a relationship problem?"

"Absolutely."

"Chocolate."

She laughs and jumps up to run into the kitchen.

I follow and admit her advice is good. We enjoy the rich taste of the chocolate treats.

I leave a short time later, feeling better, but not having decided anything. I need to make things happen. 

I really have no clue on how to manage this situation. I decide to remain open to all possibilities. Hell, I wish I knew what I really wanted to happen. 

Maybe I can create an opportunity as we near the Christmas holiday and school vacation time. If I can continue to keep Mim close to me and continue to have her enjoy my company, maybe I can overcome her reluctance to consider intimacy. But, if she doesn't budge on her resolve to remain just friends, should I see Dede? But, it's not fair that I consider her a fallback. If I am interested in her I should pursue it. Forget Mim, concentrate on Dede. But, Ruthann is going to be around when I am with Dede. Forget Mim, forget Dede, take Ruthann as a lover.

I sit in my house looking at the fire dancing in the hearth. How did I ever get into this spot? More importantly, how am I going to get out of it?

(To be continued)



Sex Education Ch. 03



Here is another incest story for your enjoyment. If you are offended by adult family incest please stop reading.

All participants and characters are/and were over the age of eighteen when it took place. 

Please enjoy the third part of the story.

Thanks for reading and your good comments are always appreciated.

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At first, I thought that my parent's idea of teaching me about sex was just an excuse to let them feel that it was okay to have me join them in their bed for sex, but very quickly I came to realize that wasn't really what it was all about. The three of us were completely open and honest about sex and we often shared our feelings, fantasies, family secrets, and deepest desires during those hours that we spent in bed. So often after having sex we would lie in bed and talk about it. My parents put a very human face on sex and sexuality for me and it finally dawned on me that in their own way they really were giving me an honest, realistic sex education. 

My mother is extremely sexual. She loves sex and will do almost anything that feels good to herself and her partner (sometimes partners, I later found out). But, her sex life is well hidden outside of the bedroom. So much so that none of her friends would even recognize the sexual side of her and what she does in bed. She's feminine, ladylike, smart, outgoing and she's done a lot to teach me about making love to a woman. 

My father is a good match for mother. I learned pretty quickly that he's well, more unconventional...okay...kinky about sex and what turn him on. He enjoys some bi-play, toys, erotica and watching his wife being pleased. He's a voyeur and comfortable with it. He's masculine and honest about what gives him pleasure. Their shared fantasies, as a couple, are important to them.

I've come to understand that my parent's relationship, while not like most couples, is so strong and full of understanding that their very unconventional sexuality and shared pleasure doesn't threaten their marriage in any way. 

Nudity is something my parents really love so naturally we almost always have sex in the nude. Sometimes, when she's feeling especially horny, mother will wear spiked high heels, stockings a white lacy feminine garter belt, and a bra with cut-outs that allow her sensitive nipples to be exposed. Other times she's been known to wear nothing but her crotch-less panties; whatever mood strikes her is wonderful to me.

It was a hot Friday afternoon and I'd gotten off from work early and I was home doing some chores. I planned to go to the beach with Jason and Brianna on Saturday so I had to get things done before I could go. My last chore was to clean the spa and when I was finished I went into the house to take a shower and cool down. After my shower I toweled off and wrapped the damp towel around my waist before I came out of the bathroom. I heard my parents in the den and, as I entered the room, I saw that they were sitting close together on the sofa. A porn DVD was showing on the TV screen so obviously I decided to join them. My father's shorts were on the floor and his cock was standing straight up as mother slowly stroked it. Mother was wearing nothing but an oversize white tank top and sandals. The way she sat on the sofa her pink pussy was clearly visible to me and I was sure that, for as long as I lived I would never get tired of seeing her pussy. This, by the way, immediately caused my cock to throb to its full stiffness. I'd dropped my towel on the floor and was fondling my own cock as I watched them and I couldn't help but think about the way Brianna looked in her bikini the last time we were at the beach. It seemed strange that I was on the sofa stroking my hard cock and only a few feet away my mother was jacking my father off...her naked beautiful pussy was in full view to me...and I was thinking of my cousin Brianna in her bikini? 

After about five or ten minutes mother reached under one of the pillows and found the vibrator she'd placed there a little earlier. It was about eight inches long with very realistic looking pink flesh. She turned it on and she began gently running it along the underside of father's hard cock and his scrotum. His attention was riveted to the sensation and sight of the realistic looking vibrator in mother's hands giving him pleasure. 

Father was starting to moan softly as his hips began to thrust forward and back slightly, he was getting closer to an orgasm and she knew it. She positioned the vibrator against the underside of father's cock as she wrapped her fingers around them both. She was using the vibrator to jack him off. With firm strokes, I watched as mother made the vibrator slide up and down with her fingers as she held it against the smooth, somewhat loose skin of his cock shaft. Father was moaning loudly as his body strained against the pleasurable feelings that mother was giving him. Several minutes later it was obvious that he was only moments away from ejaculating. His moans were loud and I noticed that his shaft was a bright red and the head of his cock was a deep crimson color. "Ohhh fuck! I'm cuming...I'm cuming!" He said loudly with a groan. The first long spurt of his white cum shot from the opening of his penis and landed on his belly and mother's hands. The second and third spurts landed on his thigh and his belly and I was fascinated as I watched the thick, white, liquid cum slowly run down and fill his bellybutton. His fourth ejaculation ran down the side of his cock and onto mother's fingers. Mother took the vibrator away and continued to gently stroke his shaft as the last drops of father's cum drained from his cock. Mother leaned down and took his cock in her mouth and cleaned up the gobs of cum that were still clinging to his cock. My own cock was so sensitive that I could barely touch it for fear that it would cum and I wasn't ready to cum quite yet...at least not by jacking off. 

About an hour later my parents left to do some shopping and I knew that they would probably be gone for a couple of hours. I was finally going to be alone and I immediately thought about the flash drive in the bedside cabinet on my father's side of the bed. Realized that this would be a perfect opportunity to finally see what was on it. I knew it was porn but I had a pretty good idea that there was more than just regular porn. As I started toward their bedroom my cell phone rang and I swore softly. I saw that it was my cousin Jason. As I answered the call I suddenly remembered that we were supposed to go to a movie that afternoon.

"Hey, where the hell are you. Are you on your way?" Jason said after I answered. 

"Jesus Jason, I don't think I can make it today," I said.

"What do you mean?" He paused. "You have to make it. Brianna's friend Cindy, you know, Cindy with the big tits is coming with us...shit, I've been trying to get a date with her for months and she finally agreed so you can't screw this up! I need you to keep Brianna company and maybe even a little distracted. If everything works out, Cindy Big Tits might even go to the beach with us tomorrow."

"Hey Jason, I can't—" 

"Don't screw this up for me you gotta come...besides, if you come I'll show you some naked pictures of Brianna in the shower," he said with a laugh.

I wasn't sure if he was serious but I just laughed it off trying to sound natural. 

I got dressed in a hurry and I couldn't help thinking about the flash drive and of course, Brianna. Why would Jason say what he did about Brianna to me? Did he know how I really felt about her...maybe I didn't hide it too well...did he know how much I wanted to fuck her, or how many times I'd fantasized about his own sister as I jacked off? 

I met Jason, Brianna and Cindy at the movie and, because I was late, the movie had already started so we decided to have something to eat and catch the next showing. We had a good supper and we were having so much fun that we almost missed the next showing. Cindy was really nice and really did have a magnificent pair of tits. So much so that Jason practically had his tongue hanging out during the whole dinner. In the theater, as pre-directed by Jason, I sat between Cindy and Brianna. "So the girls wouldn't spend too much time talking to each other," he said quietly to me. We both knew he had other reasons but I let it go at that.

After the movie we went to The Writer, our favorite coffee hangout and spent a couple of hours until Cindy had to get home so Jason took her and I took Brianna home. As we drove to her house we chatted about the usual stuff and yet, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder what she and Jason would think if they only knew what was happening at my parent's house at night and what they would think about my sex education.

I dropped Brianna off at her house and as I was driving home and I was thinking about everything that had happened between me and my parents. What surprised me was the suddenness of it all. More specifically, how things had changed. My relationship with my parents was completely different...and it happened almost overnight. My parents showed a side of themselves that I'd never seen before. They were completely open and uninhibited about sex and they were anxious to share it with me. If you had asked me a few months ago if I thought I would ever watch my mother jacking my father off on the sofa with her sweet pussy in full view as I watched; or that I would fuck my mother as my father watched? I would have thought it was completely impossible—hard to even imagine. Yet, it's all happening and it's a huge turn-on for me. Every time I think about the sex with them my parents my cock gets hard.

When I got home I saw that my parents were already in bed. As I walked down the hallway toward my room I saw that my parent's lights were on and as I passed by their room and I saw them in bed. They were lying on top of the covers, both nude and fondling each other. They didn't seem to be in a hurry to have sex, they both just seemed to be enjoying the foreplay. 

They stopped as I came into the room and mother asked me how the movie was and we made some small talk. She asked me how Jason and Brianna were and some questions about Cindy. Mother's legs were slightly parted and I could barely see pussy as she lay there. My father got up and went into the bathroom and mother asked if I wanted to join them and I readily agreed, I was very horny and naturally wanted to fuck her...or at least, watch her get fucked. I went to my bedroom and got undressed and went back to their room. As usual my cock was hard, but so was my father's. At first the three of us just relaxed and talked; mostly about sex, but not totally. I seemed to have had a constant hard on but I was okay, I wasn't embarrassed.

Mother was fondling both of our hard cocks as she lay between father and me. Father surprised me a little when he asked me if I knew what DP is. 

I was surprised by his frankness and I admitted that I'd seen some photos and videos on the net. 

"It's one of your mother's favorite things, she doesn't get enough of it," was all he said.

Mother began fondling dad and I with more urgency, it was easy to see that she was very aroused. Finally, she moved down between my legs and took my cock into the mouth and started to suck on it. At first she concentrated on the head of my cock by using her tongue on the rim and the sensitive underside. Slowly she took it deeper and deeper into her throat. She sensed that I was getting close and she varied her technique which really held my first orgasm back. She is that good! I remembered how I looked down at one point and I saw her saliva dripping from her mouth and running down the shaft of my cock.

Mother finally moved up and straddled my hips as she positioned her vaginal above my cock. My father took my cock in his hands and after rubbing the head gently over her pussy lips he held it at the entrance of her vagina. Mother slowly lowered her cunt down on my cock until it was completely inside her. She looked down at me with a warm smile as she hesitated for a moment. Moments later she began raising and lowering her body as she fucked my cock. She was fucking me gently, as if to take the time to enjoy each special stroke into her body. I remember looking up at her and thinking how erotic she looked with my cock buried deeply inside her. I was truly lost in the moment; enjoying the special emotion between my mother and I as we bonded and fucked each other. 

She gently leaned her upper body down on mine which caused my cock to fill her vagina at a different angle. Our faces moved closer until our lips met and our tongues probed each other's. Her breath was sweet and warm. And I realized that father had moved in behind her and was rubbing KY lubricant on her anus. He put a large glob of KY directly on her anus and worked it into her rectum and I felt it when he slipped two fingers, coated with KY, into her hole. She and I continued to kiss and fuck passionately as father got his wife's anus well lubricated and ready to be fucked.

My father got into position behind mother's ass and started pressing the swollen head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus. Mother started whimpering as father slowly pushed his cock into her tight hole. The deeper he went the louder she became. "Oh my god! Push it in deeper! Push it all the way in my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! It's such an incredible feeling to have both of my men fucking me at the same time!"

This was the first time I'd ever done it and I was really surprised that I could feel the head of my father's cock rubbing against mine. It felt as if there was only a thin membrane separating our cocks as we fucked mother. Each time father's cock thrust inside her ass, the head of his cock would bump against mine. It was way too intense for me to handle for very long and I knew I was about to cum. My father was banging into mother's ass with a steady powerful rhythm and she was moaning loudly and I completely lost control. My orgasm hit me so hard it surprised me. I cried-out loudly as my cock began spurting my hot cum into mother's vagina. Her body reciprocated by triggering an orgasm inside her as father kept pumping his cock into her sweet anus. The harder he slammed into her the more she liked it and, as she admitted later, the stronger she would cum. 

My cock was softening and starting to slip from mother's vaginal grip as they continued to fuck above me. Mother's tits were pressed tightly against my chest and small beads of sweat were appearing on her forehead. "Fuck," she whispered roughly. "Your father is fucking me in the ass...it feels so good! I'm so fucking close; I'm going to cum again."

I put my arms around her and held her as father fucked her even harder.

I...I...I...OH...FUCK, I'm cuming! FUCK ME HARD! PUSH IT ALL THE WAY IN!" She shouted as her body was slammed by another of her powerful orgasms. After the initial wave of exquisite pleasure ripped through her, her body would shudder each time another powerful wave of pleasure would run through her. The sexual power that was in that room at that moment would be hard to explain to anyone else.

My father was fucking her very roughly and in moments he started to cum. It wasn't long after mother did. But, at the last moment, he pulled his cock out of her and directed it down and he ejaculated long streams of white cum onto my cock and balls. A lot of my own cum had already dripped from mother's cunt and onto my penis when it first slipped out of her. When we parted my cock was a mess with a mixture of my cum and father's cum—and it was mixed with mother's sweet pussy juice that I later learned was from her FE...Female Ejaculation. 

I went in and took a hot shower and fell into bed drained and exhausted. As I went to sleep, I wished that I hadn't agreed to go to the beach with Jason and Brianna the next day. I was tired and hoped that I could at least get some sleep on the sand. If it wasn't for the chance to see Brianna and possibly Cindy in their bikinis I would have cancelled.



Sex Education Ch. 04



 (This is a long section, but we are nearing the end. There is a Chapter 5 to follow shortly that concludes our education. I appreciate your attention to the story so far.)




The next few weeks are busy at the garage. My involvement with work helps to take my mind from completely dwelling on the web of relationships I find myself in. 

I like things simple. My life at this point is anything but simple. After posing naked for an anatomy lesson put on by Mim for her senior class girls, then posing nude for a painting, I'm still on a minor exhibitionist high. When I add in being naked with my cousin's beautiful girlfriend, the artist's 19 year old daughter and Mim, the object of my erotic fantasies, I am seriously sexually wired. To top off everything, I had an incredible night of passion with Dede, the artist. I was trying to evaluate how to pursue a possible continuing relationship with her when she suggested I should be the one to introduce her daughter to sex. 

While I'm sorting all this out—or trying to do so—Dede calls and says she is working from her photos of our modelling sessions and won't be scheduling another posing session before Christmas. I ask her if we could get together, but she is also working on an installation of one of her works in North Carolina and would be travelling. 

I check back in with Dede when she returns. This is the week before Christmas and she tells me she's taking Ruthann to Aruba for Christmas. Chrissy and her mother are going along.

I begin to feel that maybe Dede and I will not pursue our relationship. What this means still is not clear to me.

I'm closing my shop late on a Thursday when the door opens and Mim enters.

She looks great with her cheeks rosy from the cold. She's wearing a deep green parka with a fur hood, jeans and calf length leather boots. Her hair is contained in a white wool ski hat.

"Greetings, Mac."

I step around the counter and kiss her cheek while I hug her.

"Nice surprise. What's up?"

"Just deposited a couple students at the bus depot and thought I'd pop in."

"Glad to see you. I'm just finishing up. Have time for a drink?"

"Sounds nice."

Mim slips off her jacket and sits in one of my waiting room chairs. She flips through an auto magazine while I complete my paperwork.

I grab my coat and lock the garage. I notice an older Range Rover in the lot. We decide on a local bar and Mim follows me in the Rover.

Seated at a booth near the open hearth, we order Scotch and a cheese plate and enjoy the warmth and smell of the wood fire.

"So, school's emptying out?"

Mim takes a long pull and smiles.

"Aye, the little darlings are scurrying back to their little nests."

"Don't seem too sorry to see them go."

Mim smiles. "I do enjoy them, but it is good to think of having a wee bit of time off."

"Plans for Christmas?"

Mim shakes her head. "I could run down to New York to see my auntie. But, I just may stay here."

"Like stay in the dorm?"

"Oh, it's not as bad as you might imagine."

"It's probably worse," I say.

Mim shrugs and takes a sip.

"You'll have Christmas with us. We go to my Aunt Sadie's, Sam's mother. She's a great cook and we will all have a blast."

"Oh, I couldn't."

"You can, and you will. The matter's settled, Mim. You can even sleep over at the house, there's lots of room. Sam and I usually stay. It's easier and we don't have to moderate our drinking."

"You're too kind, Mac. Thank you. I'm sure I will enjoy it."

"Hey, what are you doing this weekend?"

Mim says she has no plans.

Even though I had been working on this plan for a while I try to sound casual as I tell her about the Christmas Walk in Marblehead. All the shops are decorated, put out treats, and there's lots of street entertainment. I suggest we go.

"Sounds like fun, Mac, but I'm not sure."

Mim has rebuked any attempt at a romantic relationship. I try to sell her on my idea. 

"It's not a date, Mim. We can just have fun—like friends do. I know a great inn. I'll get us a couple rooms. We can enjoy the day, have a great dinner and then come back on Sunday. C'mon, we'll have fun."

"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse, but I'll pay my share."

"It's my treat. But you can buy an expensive wine for Christmas dinner."

"Ok, let's call it a fair deal."

"Great."

We stay at the bar and enjoy a light supper. Mim and I go our separate ways. Although driving, I am riding on air.

We decide to take her Rover and Mim picks me up early Saturday morning. 

I'm comfortable with her driving and we enjoy the ride up through Massachusetts. I ask about her Jag and she tells me she garages it at Dede's for the winter. 

"Uncle Jacky gave it to me when I turned 21. He even paid to have it shipped her when I took the position at the Academy. He's such a dear man. I miss him."

Enjoying the ride and easy conversation, we arrive in Marblehead around noon.

Mim is immediately taken by the charm of the seaside town with its narrow streets and colonial architecture. The temp is in the mid-thirties accompanied by light snow. We stroll along from shop to shop, enjoying the variety of goods and the cheerfulness of the shop owners and fellow patrons. We grab a hot chocolate and stand along the harbor looking out at the dark water. There are few boats on the water. A lone two-master glides toward the yacht club.

"I always enjoyed looking out over the Firth of Forth," says Mim. "Of course, this is much smaller, but today the color of the water and the clouds remind me of home."

"Miss it much?"

"At times, yes, I miss it a lot. I suppose around the holidays my thoughts are with my family. In recent years, we'd gather at my Uncle Jackie's in England.

"I have a little cottage about an hour outside of Edinburgh, near Stirling. It was my father's retreat and he left it to me. Not much of a place, but it sits high on a hill. I can sit on a rock bench my father made and look over the countryside. A narrow road snakes its way up from the valley. I think I miss that little place more than anything else. I can always sort out things when I'm there."

I slip my arm around her shoulder. Mim initially tenses, but then slowly eases into me. I support her and we silently gaze at the harbor.

"No plans to go over?" I ask.

Mim takes a deep breath and I detect a slight catch in her throat. She stares at the small whitecaps and takes another breath.

"Not right now," she says. I can hear the strain in her voice. "Just not a good time."

I pull her closer.

"Thanks, Mac," Mim says softly after a few minutes. "Got caught up in a bit of melancholy. You're a good friend."

I wonder if I am, or if I'm just trying to get close to her for reasons other than friendship.

"Well, I think I have the perfect cure for the blues."

"What?" asks Mim.

"Shopping!"

Mim giggles and says, "You do know how to cheer a lass up."

We hit the stores hard. I pick up gifts for my Aunt and Sam. I also get something for my cousin Samantha's girlfriend, Crystal, since she will also join us for Christmas dinner.

Mim gets presents for Dede, Ruthann and Chrissy. She picks up a scented candle to bring to my Aunt. She also selects a decadently expensive bottle of wine for dinner. I add another to be sure we have enough.

Next we enter a small store with exquisite handmade woolen goods. Mim tries on a variety of hats and mugs for the mirror. She seems to have loosened up considerably and is enjoying herself. She's acting more like a twenty-nine year old woman and not the serious teacher that sometimes dominates her demeanor. She plucks wild designs from a rack and makes me try them on. We laugh looking at ourselves in the mirror. I see a scarf that would be perfect on Mim. I reach for it and hand it to her. She tries it on and I can tell she loves it. I want to buy it, but she objects.

"Mim, it's just a scarf. It doesn't mean that we are dating or involved. I really appreciate that you came with me today. Let me get this for you."

Mim turns toward the mirror, modeling the soft wool around her neck. She catches my eyes in the reflection and mouths, "Thank you."

I pay for the scarf and Mim decides to wear it. The clerk, a young girl, tells her it looks great on her. "You guys are a cute couple," she adds. "It looks like you're having a lot of fun."

I tense, but Mim just smiles and thanks her. We exit the store and the cold breeze hits us.

"Mim, don't let what she said..."

"Relax, Mac, it's nothing."

We spend another hour looking around and then head to the car. I navigate and Mim drives up the coast to the inn. We pull into a small courtyard in front of a stone cottage. There are about a half dozen other vehicles parked there.

I grab our bags and we enter into a cozy reception area. A young woman behind the counter greets us. I give her our names, indicating we have two reservations.

She taps at her computer, then frowns. She taps some more and then excuses herself to disappear into a room behind her. In a few moments, she returns accompanied by a middle-aged man. He taps on the keyboard, frowns and turns to us.

"Good afternoon, I'm Walter Hobbs, the owner. I'm sorry to say we have a bit of a problem."

"Oh," I say.

"It appears we only have one room available."

"I made two reservations," I say beginning to get a little angry. I am worrying that Mim may think I have done something on purpose to engineer us into the same room.

"Yes, we do have your initial request. But, it seems that one room was cancelled."

"I never cancelled anything," I insist.

Hobbs taps some more. His eyes widen and then taps again.

"I think I found the problem. We had your reservations. But, we also had a single reservation in the name of J. G. Collins. That was the one that was cancelled, but somehow our system cancelled both Collins. This is not supposed to happen and I apologize. The good news is that I can put you in our best room, if that works for you. It has a beautiful four-poster king-sized bed, a newly refurbished bath and a gas fireplace. I will offer you a substantial discount to make up for our mistake."

"Give us a minute," I say.

Mim and I step into the living room that serves as a sitting area for guests. We are alone at this moment.

"Mim, I'm sorry. Listen, we can try to find another place around here. Or, we can just pack it in and go home. I'll drive and you can snooze the whole way."

Mim looks around the room taking in the paneled walls, bookshelves, the oriental carpet, the tasteful antiques and a mini bar set up in the far corner.

"Mac, I doubt if we will find any place as charming as this."

I nod in agreement and add that if we are lucky we just might find a motel.

"At the risk of going against my Ice Princess image, I say let's give it a fling and stay here."

We both redden at her choice of words.

Laughing, Mim adds, "Well, not actually a fling. More of a promise that you'll stay on your side of the 'beautiful four-poster' bed."

"Are you sure?"

"Mac, this has been a lot of fun today. Mind you, this is not a date, but I would love to relax, have dinner and not have to drive back tonight."

"Great. And, Mim?"

She locks her eyes to mine.

"I promise to be a perfect gentleman."

"Unfortunately, I was counting on that," she responds with a wistful look.

I go back to the desk and book the room. I also confirm that we still had a reservation at the adjoining restaurant. Hobbs assures me we do and promises the best table in the house.

I return to the sitting room to find Mim pouring two tumblers of Lagavulin 16.

"Mac, they have a wonderful bar. Cheers."

We touch rims while our eyes meet.

"Cheers," I reply.

We sit in front of the log fire and enjoy the smoky Scotch. 

"Sorry about the screw-up, Mim. I didn't..."

"Mac, I know you had nothing to do with it. Relax. We'll be fine. Just don't tell my Head of School."

"I'll never sully your reputation," I said and lifted my glass.

Mim lifted hers in recognition of our silent bond. She then glances at the bar table and I get the message. I refill our glasses, and drop a twenty in the honor bowl.

A few other guests wander in and soon we all are engaged in conversation, sharing stories of what we did during the day. Mim receives several compliments on the woolen scarf draped around her neck. 

Around 5 we take our bags to our room. Although the inn messed up our reservations, Hobbs was right-on in describing our room. Mim actually squeals when we push the door open. She looks all around and then makes a bee line to the window. Although it was dark, we knew we were looking out over the Atlantic. Mim pushes up the window. Immediately the cold, salty air fills our lungs. 

"Mac, this is wonderful."

Standing next to her, I agree. I love the atmosphere and the warmth of her body touching mine.

Mim breaks away and places her bag on the stand next to the large wardrobe that serves as our closet. I close the window.

She opens and takes out a smaller bag. Walking into the bathroom, I hear her cry out.

I stick my head in and see the large tub in the corner. Next to it is a separate glass shower.

"Mac, I am going to take a soak. Do you mind?"

"Not at all. I'll go see if I can get a menu so we can take a look before we eat. Take your time. Our reservations are not for another two hours."

I leave as Mim starts the water flowing.

I chat with the hostess at the restaurant and ask her about the specials. She is both knowledgeable and enthusiastic. She offers me a menu to take back to the room.

On my way back to the room I fix two more large Scotches.

In the room, I see the bathroom door cracked a few inches and hear Mim's voice as she sings softly.

"Back," I call out.

"Hell-o."

"I brought a couple more whiskys."

"God, you're magic. Bring them in."

My heartbeat increases as I cross to the door and nudge it open with my knee.

Mim is lying in the tub, steam curling around her face. Her hair is pulled up on top of her head, and her skin is pinkish.

She looks at me and smiles.

"Is this too decadent," she asks. "Soaking in this fabulous tub and having 16 year old whisky? The only thing missing is chocolate."

I place the tumblers on the marble counter top and go back into the bedroom. I return with a box of Harbor Sweets chocolates.

Mim's eyes widen. "What?"

"I bought these as a surprise when you went for a bathroom break today. I was saving them for later, but now seems like a good time."

"Mac, you are too much."

She rises up and in the process exposes her breasts. I hand her the drink and we toast. I stare at her pink breasts and dark nipples. 

Mim follows my gaze. "You've seen them before."

"Yeah, but I don't think I could ever tire of the view. You are beautiful, Mim."

Again we toast and Mim says, "Now open those totally decadent goodies."

I pull the top off and Mim carefully selects a candy. She takes a bite, exams the contents, sighs and pops the rest in her mouth.

I sit on the edge of the tub. Mim motions for the box and chooses another morsel. She enjoys the sweet treat with her eyes closed. Swallowing, she opens her eyes and smiles at me. I hand her the menu and she considers it as she sips on her drink. 

"What would think of splitting the Chateaubriand?" she asks.

I agree and tell her there are a couple spectacular cabernets on the wine list.

Handing me back the menu, she reclines in the tub. Her nipples break the surface. I also can see her lower half under the water. Mim has trimmed back her blond bush after our posing sessions. I detect a narrow strip between her legs.

Mim takes a long drink and hands me her glass. She undoes her hair, sinks back into the tub and submerges herself.

After a few seconds, she pops up. Her hair is now plastered down her back. 

"Going to wash your hair?" I ask.

"Why?"

"I thought I could help."

Mim regards me for a bit, then nods.

She directs me to her cosmetic bag and I retrieve a bottle of shampoo. She slips under the water again, sits up and turns her back to me. I rub a palm-full of amber liquid into her blond hair and start working it in. I massage her scalp, enjoying the luxurious feel of her thick hair flowing through my fingers. For several minutes the only sounds are my hands moving through the suds and Mim's soft moans.

When I think of all the intimate things a man and woman can do with each other, I struggle to find anything more sensual than shampooing another's hair. Of course, there's sex and that certainly is intimate and sensual. A shampoo! Well, that just feels luxurious. 

My hands glide over her head, feeling the contours of her scalp. Her thick strands slide through my fingers as I work in the suds. I reach around and wipe the foam from her eyes and let my hands cup her cheeks. I let them follow the contours of her face and lightly rub her neck, smooth with the thick liquid. I long to slip my hands down her chest to caress her breasts. Although just inches away, I understand that they are figuratively beyond my reach. I work my hands a few more times through her silky mane.

Mim thanks me and once more ducks under the water. Emerging she grabs the hand faucet on a hose, adjusts the water and rinses the remaining shampoo. She works in some conditioner and sips her scotch as she lets it soak into her hair.

She smiles at me and I offer a silent toast. Handing me her glass, she rises and using the hand-held, rinses her entire body.

"Just what I needed," she says. Mim opens the drain and motions to her towel resting on the sink.

I grab it and open it wide. Mim steps into it and wraps herself. 

"I can dry my hair in the bedroom. The bathroom's all yours." She leans in and kisses my cheek.

"Thanks for a lovely afternoon, Mac. And, for being a fairly good gentleman."

"Fairly good?"

"Aye, you did come upon me unclothed and did not divert your gaze," she says with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I wanted to be sure you didn't accidently drown in that big tub. Sort of like a lifeguard."

"Ah, now I see. You took no pleasure in looking at me?"

"Just part of my job."

We grin at each other.

"Of course, I would not call it hazardous duty," I add.

"Well done, then," she says.

Mim re-wraps her towel around her, picks up her tumbler and exits.

I strip and take a hot shower. Through the glass of the stall, I notice Mim come in and out of the bathroom while I'm showering. She catches my eye and waves. 

I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist. Entering the bedroom I see Mim standing naked in front of the gas fire, brushing her hair.

"Excuse me, miss," I say. "I'm looking for the Ice Princess."

Mim flexes her butt and says over her shoulder, "No sign of her here, sir. Sorry."

"No need to apologize. Absolutely no need whatsoever. I just thought you might be shy."

"Mac, we've been naked together for days. I like that we can be this free and not worry about if the other is mentally undressing one of us."

I sit on the bed and watch her body move as she brushes her hair. She bends at the waist and works the brush and dryer together.

I can see her sex lips and my towel begins to rise.

Mim straightens and runs her brush through her hair. I know there is really no perfect body, but to my eyes Mim is as close to perfection as I can imagine. Her legs are long, toned and shapely, with prominent calves and firm thighs. Her butt is round and tight. I can find no other description other than to call it "kissable."

Her muscle tone gives sensuous motion to her back. As she fluffs her hair, I glimpse her long, elegant neck. I know I could spend the better part of a night just nuzzling that special spot between her shoulders and chin.

Mim turns and smiles.

"Don't want to over-toast the front," she says, "Better give the bum a bit of warmth."




Sex Education Ch. 04



This chapter is much longer than the others but it seemed to work out well. This chapter is about family incest so if that offends you please stop reading.

There is also some bisexual content described so it that offends you please be warned.

Also, I apologize in advance for any typos, missing words etc. As I've said before I'm a writer not an editor. 

If you're still with me I hope you enjoy this and future chapters.

Oh, I almost forgot, your positive comments are always appreciated. 

Enjoy

Wes99 

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The day was already warm when Jason and Brianna picked me up a little after eight in the morning. On our way to the beach we drove over and picked Cindy up at her house. When we got to the beach I was surprised to see that it was already getting a little crowded with other beachgoers. We setup at our regular spot on the beach and, I have to tell you, watching Brianna and Cindy as they spread the towels and blanket on the sand and then putting suntan lotion on their young bodies was a guaranteed hard-on getter for me! Cindy's tits were definitely overflowing the material of her bikini top and Brianna was wearing a small bikini bottom that didn't match the top and it showed the distinct impression of her camel toe when she turned a certain way.

I was glad that Cindy joined us, she and Jason were hitting it off and the four of us really had a great time. Brianna was reading a paperback and I managed to fall asleep for a very short nap only to be interrupted by Jason purposely dripping water on me after he and Cindy had returned from a swim in the surf.

A little later in the day I was reading and the girls were down playing in the waves that came up to about their waists and occasionally a little higher. Jason kept his eyes on the girls, especially Cindy, and he said, "Hey man, you're missing a great tittie-show...look at those things bounce." I looked at Cindy and Jason was right; each time she'd jump over a low wave her tits bounced erotically on her chest even with her bikini top holding them tightly in place. I also wondered if the water made Brianna's camel toe any more evident...I hoped it did.

"Whew, I'd love to slide my dick between those nice warm tits and tittie-fuck her," Jason said quietly as he continued to watch Cindy. "You ever do that?" 

His question really surprised me. "Um, no—not yet." I answered.

"I did, once; I came all over her throat and chin—it was incredibly hot." 

"Who?" I asked. I knew all of his past girlfriends and I thought he'd told me about all of their sexual escapades, especially one like that. 

He hesitated as if he was sorry he'd said anything. "It was um...Megan...my ex-girlfriend," he said unconvincingly.

"Megan?"

I didn't believe him. Jason could never keep something like that a secret for very long. Besides I was pretty sure that Megan just didn't have tits large enough to do that with. I was about to press the point further but the girls were just returning from the water. I immediately noticed the impressions of Brianna's nipples in the fabric of her bikini top and I wondered what it would be like to tittie-fuck her—then I thought about tittie-fucking my mother and I knew that all I had to do was ask. Undoubtedly she'd agree as a part of my sex education. 

Later I went down to the water to take a swim and after a few minutes Brianna joined me. We stood in the low surf, talked and just kind of hung out together. A couple of times she almost lost her balance as we jumped some of the smaller waves. After one particularly strong wave she held my hand to help steady herself. Under the thin material of her bikini her camel toe was very pronounced and we went deeper into the surf, mainly, to hide my throbbing hard on. A little time later a large and completely unexpected wave suddenly knocked both Brianna and I off our feet and we clung together as we scrambled to stand back up. Our arms were around each other and her tits were pressing against my chest and she laughed and sputtered water out of her mouth. A second, and even more powerful, wave hit us again knocked us down. As we were tossed in the wet, strong turmoil, several times her hand brushed against my hard cock that was trapped in my bathing suit. We both were laughing, and still holding each other as we managed to finally stand in the chest deep water. "Oh, my god," she laughed. The wave had pushed her bikini top up to her neck and completely exposing her beautiful naked breast. I was glad that we were far out enough in the surf that no one on the beach seemed to notice. "I wish I could just leave my top off, it feels so free and natural but," she paused. "Sometimes everybody's so uptight about sex," she said wistfully. She pressed her naked breast against my chest for a moment as we just looked at each other. I I was sure she could feel my hard on against her body. She put the top back on and smiled at me with a mischievous look in her eyes as she reached back to re-tie the bikini strings.

"It probably doesn't help that this is the time of the month that I get so horny," she said with a laugh.

"I'm always horny," I said. Immediately wishing I hadn't said it. It sounded dumb. Brianna laughed as we waded through the water toward the shallow surf near the beach. When we were out of the water she glanced at me and said with a smile, "You're always horny? You're just like Jason, at least we got a good sex education, so that helps," she laughed as she turned. Her statement, especially the words sex education, really jolted me! What did she mean by that? Is there even the slightest chance that she knows what my parents and I are doing? Why would she say that? I wondered. I just stood there looking at her as she walked toward our blankets. Jason and Cindy were watching us return so I tried to act natural...at least my hard-on had gone down and wasn't so noticeable.

The rest of the afternoon we all had a good time in the water and on the sand and as it worked out I was never alone with Brianna again the rest of the day. We left the beach late in the afternoon and stopped for burgers on our way home. I finally got to the house about eight p.m., just as it was getting dark. My mother and father were in the spa on the patio, naked, and I waved at them before going to my room and getting undressed. I needed a shower to rinse the sand and sunscreen off of my body before joining them in the spa. As I stood under the shower the hot water felt good running over my naked body, I still couldn't shake Brianna's earlier remark about sex education. Maybe it wasn't just the words that bothered me, maybe it was the way she said it? I had the feeling that somehow she knew what was happening between my parents and me...but that couldn't be possible, I kept telling myself.

I closed my eyes and thought about Brianna lying on a bed, her hands pressing her luscious breasts together as I was straddling her chest and stroking the warm flesh between her naked breasts with my cock. I could almost hear her voice softly urging me on...anxious for me to ejaculate streams of cum on her neck and chin when I came on her. My imagination gently shifted back and forth between Brianna and my mother as my partners in the erotic act.

After my shower I left my room to join my parents in the spa. Just the thought of what would undoubtedly happen made my cock tingle and throb as it began to get erect. As I passed by my parents' bedroom I saw my father putting the small flash drive back in his bedside table. My curiosity was very strong and I was very curious about what was on it but I continued to the spa on the patio.

As I started to get into the spa I caught mother looking at my cock before I slipped into the warm water. I sat next to her and immediately I felt her hand on my thigh close to my cock. I reciprocated by placing my hand high on her thigh, the tip of my little finger just above her clitoris. After several minutes my father came back and joined us. His cock was extremely hard and he seemed proud of it as he took his time getting into the spa.

"Mmmm, that'll feel good a later on," mother giggled as she looked at my father. "Very nice," she added.

"All for you my darling," he said as he stroked it, then added, "wherever you want me to put it," He sat in the spa directly opposite mother and me. Mother asked me how the beach was and the three of us chatted about it for a while. A couple of times mother asked me some questions about Brianna. Although she's never said anything directly, I began to think that she might suspect how I feel about Brianna. The fact that Brianna's my cousin was even more embarrassing.

Under the water Mother was stroking my cock in a very gentle way by pulling my foreskin all the way over my cock-head before pulling it all the way down again. My little finger had parted her labia at her clitoris and I was lightly rolling it from side to side. Before long father moved over and sat on the other side of mother. I felt his hand press against mine as he stuck two fingers into her vagina and started to finger-fuck her. Mother took father's cock in her other hand and she was playing with both of our cocks as we sat beside her in the spa. Our dual assault on her cunt made her spread her thighs apart as far as she could, giving the two important men in her life more access to her sexual treasures.

Mother was clearly enjoying the attention father and I was giving her. 

"Oh god, you both are turning me on so much," she said softly. "Let's go to bed where we can be more comfortable." The three of us got out of the spa and dried off before going into their bedroom. Father and I both had raging hardons which didn't escape mother's attention as she lay down on the bed. I was so horny I could hardly wait until I could get between her legs and fuck her but I sensed that this time my father would be the one to fuck her first as I watched.

Mother turned on her left side and pulled her right leg, the one on top, all the way up toward her body. In this position her pussy and anus were completely available to enjoy. She was caressing her naked breasts and her breathing was rapid. She moaned as father positioned himself above her. His eyes seemed locked-on to her cunt. He was slowly stroking his cock as he straddled mother's right thigh and moved closer to her cunt. It seemed as if, for the moment at least, he wasn't sure which of her holes to fuck. He began teasing mother's swollen clit with the engorged tip of his penis. Each time it passed over her clit it sent an erotic shiver through her sensitive, anxious body. Before long he reached over and opened the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a large tube of KY lubricant. I saw the flash drive in the drawer before he closed it and it rekindled my curiosity. Turning back to my mother he directed the head of his cock back slightly and began rubbing it on mother's anus. He stopped for a moment and handed me the tube of KY and with a deep, lust filled voice said, "Get your mother ready for me." 

I knew what he meant and as he continued teasing her exposed clit with his hard cock, I squeezed a glob of the clear lubricant directly on mother's tight anus. I worked the lubricant around mother's anus with my fingers— I took my time getting her ready. I couldn't believe how turned-on I was, not to mention that my precum was actually dripping slowly out of the end of my cock. I was totally possessed by my own desire and pure lust for what was happening at the moment.

"Let me make it easier for you men," Mother said as she rolled over on the bed and got on her hands and knees positioning herself directly in front of her husband's hard dick. 

I squeezed another large glob of KY directly on her hole to work it inside her. With two of my fingers I concentrated on her anus before I pressed them past her tight anal ring and easily slipped inside. I worked as much of the KY onto her tight hole as I could and I could feel her muscles relaxing. In moments she was ready to be fucked. I spread the remaining KY that was still on my fingers on the head of my father's cock-it just seemed like the normal thing to do...so I did it. I could tell he enjoyed it even though he kept watching me getting mother's anus ready for his intimate anal assault.

"Direct me in, son," my father said. I took his hard penis in my hand and directed the swollen head against her puckered hole. I held it steady as my father began to gently push his head against mother's anus until it finally yielded. I watched as his swollen, purple head disappeared inside her. She let out a loud cry as father's cock continued to fill her hole. "Oh fuck baby that feels so good," my mother groaned. Once father's cock was completely inside her he hesitated before withdrawing it almost completely out of her. In moments he began a steady rhythm as he fucked her ass. Mother pushed her hips back each time his cock filled her. The room was filled with her soft moans and mother's occasional whimpering. I couldn't get over how erotic her naked body looked.

Soon the whole room was filled with the sounds and the vision of intense anal sex—of my father roughly fucking my mother in the ass. I was holding, fondling, and stroking my own cock as I watched them, knowing that in moments I was next.

Mother's tits, hanging from her chest, bounced violently each time father rammed his hard cock into her hole. Her moaning was constant as the pleasure seemed to spill out of her. Father was beginning to moan in a deep voice that sounded like a growl. Several minutes passed as they fucked and I simply watched them.

"Donna, I'm getting closer, do you want me to cum in your ass or pull it out and cum on your back?" Father groaned to her.

"Don't pull it out! Fill my ass with your hot cum...I know I'll cum when you do...just empty your big balls and fill me with your hot cum...fill me so our son watches us!"

Mother reached out and took my hand in hers, held it tightly and squeezed it several times as her pleasure ran through her. Their tempo became frantic as their naked bodies slapped together in delicious, mind-numbing lust. Father was fucking mother hard and she couldn't seem to get enough.

"Fuck Donna, fuck Donna," father said loudly. "I'm about to cum!" 

"Yes, cum in me...fill me!" She demanded.

"Here it comes! FUCK DONNA I'M CUMMING IN YOUR ASS...NOW!" His face was contorted with the sweet intensity of his orgasm and powerful ejaculation. "Oh fuck Donna...fuck," he moaned.

Mother emitted a sharp cry as her body began to shudder, "I'M CUMING TOO! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh fuck! I can feel your cum baby!" Mother held her breath for a moment, her body shuddering before moaning and crying out, "Yes, oh fuck me Baby!"

Mother's words turned to moans as my father continued to pump her ass full of his cum.

Granted, my sex education was still all very new but I've never seen my father cum this hard before. Even as they slowed each following pulse of his cock made his body jolt and moan softly.

My parents both came hard and their bodies seemed to recover more slowly than usual. I was so incredibly horny I could hardly wait to fuck mother. My father slowly pulled his cock out of mother's vagina and I'll never forget the sight of his white cum as it slowly seeped from mother's well-stretched and well-fucked anus. Father moved to the side of mother on the bed as I took his place behind her upturned bright red ass. Spread her cheeks with my hands and saw another large glob of cum starting to ooze out of her anus. Father surprised me when he reached over and took my cock in his hand and placed the head of my cock against mother's cum filled opening and said, "Push yourself inside your mother and fuck her. She's close and it won't take much to make her cum again." I did as he said and I watched as my cock disappeared into her body, filling her completely. Mother moaned loudly as my cock filled her anus and I began to fuck her. I'd never had anal sex with a woman before and I was surprised at how tight her anus felt around my cock even though, between the KY gel and father's cum, there was plenty of lubrication.

Father got up from the bed and went into the bathroom leaving mother and I alone for a moment. I reached around her body with my right hand and held her right breast as I kept pumping my cock into her ass. I lost track of time. "Damn I whispered!"

"What's the matter baby?" She asked.

"Mom, I don't know how much longer I can hold it back. I'm so close," I groaned. "I'm about to cum! I don't think I can hold it back any longer. I want it to last but I can't." I was angry at myself that I couldn't last longer but fucking my mother's naked body as she knelt on her hands and knees on the bed before me.

"Let it come baby," she moaned. "Let it cum inside me...I want every drop of your cum inside me! Just like your father. Fuck my ass baby, fuck me...fuck your mother."

Her words were all that it took for me to loose complete control. I started fucking her as hard as I could and after only a few strokes my orgasm slammed into me. I could feel my cum rushing up from my balls and out the end of my penis and into her beautiful anus. I'd never felt anything like it before—it was different from vaginal sex. The intense feeling of my orgasm rolled through me as I pumped my cum into my mother's anus. My father had come out of the bathroom and was standing beside the bed watching us.

We stayed in the same position as our orgasms subsided; enjoying what we'd just shared. I felt my cock softening and, even though I wasn't ready to pull it out of her anus, there was little I could do...it was coming out. When my cock slipped free of her hole it was followed by a large white stream of cum that ran over her cunt lips and onto the bed. Father immediately reached for the cum and with his fingers spread it all over mother's stretched anus, and cunt. He even spread what was left on my soft cock. I didn't care, it felt...good! 

Mother's pussy lips and anus were smeared with cum as she got off the bed. "Come take a shower with me," she said as she held out her hand. I went into the shower stall with her, the warm water felt good as it cascaded over our bodies us as we washed each other off. Mother soaped my cock and balls and anus, washing the lube and cum off of me. When it was my turn, I returned the favor and lathered her body from her tits to her cunt...I admit I washed her pussy a little longer than necessary. I turned her around and washed the cum off of her well-fucked anus. The fact that we were taking a shower together made me hard again not to mention the incredible feeling of her feminine hands as she handled my penis.

After we were clean we embraced and kissed each other passionately I could feel her naked breasts pressing against my chest as our tongues dueled erotically. Her breath was warm and feminine. It was very obvious that mother was still horny and wanted more sex. "I want to look deep into your beautiful eyes as you fuck me. I want to look deep into your eyes as my vagina holds your cock as if it will never let it go," she whispered. "I want to feel your cum deep inside me...warming me from the inside." Mother took my cock and gently rubbed the head gently against her sensitive clitoris as she let out a low moan. We stood under the shower for a while, still embracing as we enjoyed the touch and desire of each other's bodies.

When we finally got out of the shower we toweled ourselves off and before leaving the bathroom mother dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and began to suck it. It was only about half-hard but quickly hardened when surrounded by her warm mouth and lips. I watched as she repeatedly took my full length into her mouth and throat. Her dark, wet hair hung down in tangled strands that covered most of her face.




Sex Education Ch. 04



I could feel my orgasm starting to stir as her tongue worked on the sensitive underside of my cock. Suddenly she let my cock slip from her mouth as she stood up and we kissed passionately once again. When we broke off our kiss she looked into my eyes and said, "Let's go back in the bedroom so we can fuck slowly, and with passion. I want to take the time to hold you and feel you deep inside me as we fuck," she paused. "We can make love and share ourselves with each other as if it's the only thing that matters in the world." 

As I followed her into the bedroom I couldn't get over how erotic her naked body looked as she walked before me. It was so easy for me to forget that she was my own mother - most of all, she is a woman with her own femininity, full of life, and full of needs - strong sexual needs.

For some reason I noticed that the skin across her shoulders and down her back looked smooth, soft and inviting to touch. Just like Brianna's. 

Father was in the spa so it was just the two of us in the bedroom. We stopped next to the bed and embraced...looking into each other's eyes between our passionate kisses...our naked bodies pressed tightly together and the room seemed to be filled with an erotic passion to possess each other. I eased her down on the bed where she lay on her back. She looked up at me with a look of vulnerability and desire. I positioned myself on my hands and knees above her naked body. The head of my hard cock was resting on her warm pussy lips and, for the moment I made no attempt to push my cock into her vagina—her eyes told me that there was plenty of time. I could feel her warm breath on my chest and I leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into my lips and began to suck on it, I purposely made soft sucking sounds which caused her body to shudder in response. As I continued to suck on her nipples her breath began to become more erratic.

She wrapped her arms around my back and whispered into my ear, "Fuck me baby, put yourself inside me slowly; let me feel every inch of your cock inside me before we start to fuck."

I did as she asked and I slowly started to push my penis into her vagina. I stopped for a moment a couple of times before I was completely inside her. It is the moment of possession, the moment when people are the most vulnerable with another human being, and thus, should be one of the most intimate moments that two people can share.

I slowly began to fuck mother with long gentle strokes. There was no hurry. I would withdraw until nothing but the swollen head of my cock was inside her. Then, I'd slowly travel up the full length of her vagina until my scrotum and balls prevented me from going any deeper. We fucked slowly and sensuously and at one point mother looked at me and smiled as she straightened some of my hair on my forehead with her fingers. Something she'd done for as long as I could remember.

I lost track of time, all that mattered was that a very feminine woman and I were enjoying each other and I never wanted it to end. We took our time. For the longest time we simply didn't hurry. Even though we were fucking at a slower pace I have to admit that I still had to pace myself to keep from cuming too soon. We'd fuck slowly for a few minutes at a time before we'd stop and kiss or, I'd play with—or suck on her tits. We talked about sex...not just the sex we were sharing at that moment. Mother showed no inhibitions about fucking her son; to the contrary, it aroused her to an intense level of pleasure.

We fucked like that for over an hour; taking our time to enjoy each other. At some point we'd slowly begun to fuck with more urgency...a little at a time. Mother kept her eyes on mine as our tempo picked up. Soon I was fucking her with hard strokes that pounded her warm cunt and she met every one of my strokes by thrusting her hips back at me. I knew that the powerful feeling that was building inside both of us would demand a release as if it had a life of its own. And it would be very soon.

"Fuck me my baby...oh, you're so big and hard and it feels so good...fuck me!" She whispered as her face contorted from her pleasure.

"Fuck me my beautiful, handsome man!" 

"Baby, does it feel good to fuck me? To fuck your mother?" She moaned. "Fuck me baby, I'm so close." I felt her body stiffen as she cried out. "OH MY GOD BABY...I'M CUMING—I'M CUMING!

Mother's body jolted violently several times as her orgasm peaked inside her body and I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Within a few strokes my own orgasm slammed into me. My penis felt as if it had exploded inside her, I could feel my cum as it travelled up my cock and spurted into the depths of her vagina even though it wasn't nearly as much as the first ejaculation I gave her.

Mother was thrashing beneath me as her orgasm flooded through her naked body. Her arms wrapped around me as if—she was trying to pull me completely inside her. Her moaning gently turned into a quiet sobbing as tears ran from the corners of her eyes and down her cheek and I simply held her.

"Are you alright?" I finally whispered.

"Yes, it's just so beautiful and...so special. I can't explain it. I don't know why I'm crying, I can't help it. I'm not sad," she paused. "I'm just overwhelmed by what we just shared and how beautiful it was. These are tears of deep joy...not sorrow."

It took a little time for us to come down from our orgasms and mother's body was still very sensitive. After her orgasm, mother continued to have several smaller ones as we lay in bed holding each other. I very gently sucked on one of her nipples which immediately brought on a smaller, but intense, orgasm in her. She had another one when my softening cock slipped out of her cum-filled vagina. She was that sensitive and aroused.

I felt as if every ounce of energy had left my body with my ejaculation and it felt good to simply lie in bed with her, sharing the tender moment's right after our shared orgasms.

A little later father came into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed with us. His hand brushed roughly against my cock as he reached for mother's wet cunt. His fingers parted her lips and a large glob of my cum was released and began to run down over mother's pussy toward her anus. With his fingers he collected as much as he could and he began to spread it over his hard cock. I got up from the bed to give them more room and I stood next to the bed watching as father lay down on his back, his cock standing straight up. Mother quickly moved over and straddled his hips so that her cunt was directly above his cock. With her fingers she positioned the crimson head of his cock at the entrance of her vagina and as she eased herself down father's cock and it disappeared into her vagina. I remember seeing that her cunt was still a bright pink color from our recent fuck.

"Nothing feels better than fucking with cum as a lubricant," father said softly.

I sat on the edge of the bed watching them fuck and even though I was soft I wanted to fuck mother again. The sight of her pussy riding up and down on my father's cock was incredible. It was then that something happened that really surprised me. They were fucking with a steady rhythm when mother took my father's hand and placed it directly on my cock and he began fondling and stroking it with his fingers as they fucked. I was surprised, but it felt good, I didn't care. There was only the three of us in the room and I trusted them and I was sure that what happened in the room, stayed in the room.

Before long the atmosphere in the room was so sexually charged that my cock was getting hard again as father played with it as he fucked mother. For obvious reasons I'd never seen my parents as turned-on as they were at that moment. Father was running his hand up and down my cock jacking me off and the feeling was incredible. I wasn't ready to cum so soon after my last orgasm but...I didn't care...it felt good.

Mother was fucking father faster and harder. Every time she opened her eyes she watched father playing with my cock and it seemed to turn her on even more. Suddenly she cried-out loudly, her body slamming against father's body that lay beneath her as she came again. "Fuck, fuck, oh my pussy feels so good! Fuck me!" She cried out as her body jolted with pleasure. "I'm cuming...oh fuck...fuck...yes!"

"Fuck yes Donna, I'm cuming too baby!" My father groaned loudly. "Fuck Donna...here...it...comes!"

He held my cock and squeezed it firmly as he ejaculated his hot cum into mother's pussy—the same hole that I'd ejaculated into ten minutes or so before. When things slowed, without a word being spoken he finally took his hand off my cock. I noticed that his hand had a lot of my pre-cum on it.

The three of us were exhausted and we lay on the bed enjoying what we'd shared together. It was then that I first realized that my parents were introducing something new to my sex education, my mother's approval and encouragement of my father's secret. The subtle signs were there all along, I just never recognized them before.

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more, maybe a lot more, that they might be hiding and the answers might be on the flash drive in father's drawer.



Sex Education Ch. 04



I nod.

Mim allows me to examine her. As her arms move above her shoulders, her breasts bob in reaction. I'm sure it comes as no surprise that as a man I love women's breasts. Mim's are works of art. Full, but not huge, they set on her chest like two sculpted mounds. With an apple shape, each breast sways back and forth. Her nipples look delicate and delectable. I could watch them hours on end.

"Some say it's not polite to stare," says Mim with a wry smile.

"Some are not looking at what I am," I respond.

"But you've seen me naked already."

"Something I don't think I can overindulge in."

My eyes move down her body. Mim is fit without the six-pack abs that seem to be in fashion these days. Her tummy is flat and firm, but also soft and inviting. Her bellybutton is a delicate indent in the smooth skin. My glance stops at the neat rectangle of blond. She stands with her feet slightly apart and this allows light to shine through the tops of her thighs. I can make out the shape of her lips. I am at a loss as to which part of me wants to be there more—tongue or cock.

Mim turns off the dryer and drops it and her brush on a chair. She runs her hands through her hair giving it some body.

"Should we dress for dinner?"

"Spoilsport," I reply.

Mim pulls out a pair of yellow bikini bottoms from her bag and slips them on. I realize I've seen her nude and taking off her robe, but I never knew anything about her intimate apparel. She next pulls on a beige, silk camisole. She tops this with a light green sweater and adds dark grey wool slacks. Pulling on knee-highs, Mim looks at me questioningly.

"I don't think a towel is appropriate wear for the restaurant."

"I appear to be experiencing a manly reaction to looking at a naked woman."

Mim chuckles and looks at the tent in my towel. 

"Well, you'll just have to deal with it. As we Brits like to say, 'Keep a stiff upper dick.'"

"I thought that was 'lip'?"

"Have to adapt to the circumstances."

I stand and let the towel drop away.

"Ah, my old friend," she says looking at my erection. "Good to see you again."

She turns and enters the bathroom to fuss with her make-up.

I quickly pull on boxers, a soft blue shirt, gray slacks and a blue blazer. I run a brush through my hair. Mim has rejoined me in the bedroom. She smells great.

She slips her arm into mine and we head down to the restaurant.

Dinner is superb and we enjoy it with a couple choices from the impressive wine list. We share a dessert. The combination of wine, food and the cozy fireplace mellows us out. Back in the sitting room, I pour two nightcaps and we go to our room.

"Mac, that was a delightful dinner. Thank you."

I tell her it's my pleasure as I kick off my shoes. I start the gas fire and we each take a chair on either side of the hearth. With our drinks in hand we settle in and enjoy the warmth.

"Have you talked with Dede?" asks Mim.

"We texted before she left for Aruba. I guess we'll get in touch when she returns."

Mim nods.

"Maybe you wish she here were with you. You could make good use of that huge bed."

"I'm happy to be here with you. I enjoyed today a lot."

Mim raises her tumbler to me.

"Which brings up an interesting subject," I say. "What are we going to do about sleeping?"

"I thought we'd close our eyes and let nature take over," replies Mim.

"In the same bed?"

"I see no other."

"I was afraid you might find it awkward."

"Are you going to attack me?"

"Of course not."

"Then, I see no awkwardness."

"I usually sleep nude."

"How quaint," she says smiling. "I wear a comfy nighty."

I offer her first use of the bathroom. When she emerges, Mim is wearing a flannel nightgown similar to what I had seen her in at Dede's.

I use the facilities. Coming out I find Mim propped up in bed. I am wearing my boxers.

Standing alongside the bed I say, "I think I'll keep these on."

"Suit yourself."

I cross to the windows and open one a crack. The chilly night sea air seeps in.

"Do you mind?" I ask. 

"On the contrary, I love the smell of the ocean."

I crawl in and settle against the oversized pillows.

"Want to keep the fire going?"

"Please," she says. "I'm enjoying it."

We turn off the bedside lamps and slide down under the covers.

"I know this is not a date, Mim, but I am having a great time."

"Me, too."

I move my hand and find hers. We intertwine our fingers.

"Would it be too provocative if we had a bit of a snuggle?" she asks.

I open my arms and Mim lays her head on my chest and pulls her body next to mine.

"Mmm, this is nice," she coos. "It's been a while since I've been held."

"Care to expound on that?"

"Not really, sorry."

"Ok."

I rub her back through her nightgown. Mim makes small noises of contentment.

"Mac, have you considered what Dede mentioned about Ruthann?"

My mind races with all possible answers. I was still not sure that introducing 19 year-old Ruthann to sex was something that I should do, no matter how pleasurable it would be. I considered what such an experience would do to my relationship to her mother. Actually, I was not sure Dede and I had a relationship. We had one night of great sex, but have not reconnected since then. And, I wondered what Mim would think of such a relationship. Maybe I should not even consider what she thought since she made it clear we would not have an intimate relationship. Of course, I'm thinking all this while she lies in my arms in a romantic inn.

"Still among the living, Mac?"

"Yeah," I manage to say.

"So?"

"Let's just say I'm not sure and am deeply conflicted."

"You must be leaning in one direction," she probes.

"God, Mim, I don't know. I also feel uncomfortable talking with you about it. It doesn't seem proper."

"Is it just the propriety that is bothering you?"

"What do you mean?"

Mim rests her hand on my bare chest. "Are you concerned what I would think about you and Ruthann?"

"Of course not," I lamely protest. "We've agreed that we are not going to have a romantic relationship."

"Liar," she says softly.

"What?"

"We both know you want to have me."

She pauses and adds in a whisper, "And, I want you."

My mind goes numb. Did she say that she wants me?

"But, you keep saying..."

"Yes, I know. We cannot date. And, just to be clear I mean that we cannot have sex, we cannot become a couple, we cannot go beyond friendship. Yes, I mean all that. But, that doesn't mean I don't crave to take you inside me."

"Well, why can't..."

I hear a catch in her throat and she says, "Because I cannot allow it. I know that begs for an explanation. I wouldn't blame you for hating me, but I just can't discuss it at this time."

I kiss the top of her head, deeply inhaling the scent from her hair.

"I should not be here with you in this bed. I definitely should not be in your arms. I know this is terribly unfair and I must seem the ultimate cock tease."

"Then, why?" I ask.

Mim turns her head so we are face to face.

"Because I want you to hold me. I am weak, Mac. I could so easily let myself go. Since I can't, I am selfishly taking the next best thing. I'm being a bitch."

I move to kiss her lips, but Mim turns her face back to my chest.

We lie together in silence for a long time. I know I should be angry and feel like I'm being led on, but the joy of holding Mim close overcomes everything else.

"So," she says, "I want you to know that I think you should initiate Ruthann. She is ready, Mac, she really is. You would make a wonderful teacher."

"How do you know that?"

Mim again kisses my chest, her lips gently caressing my nipple. "You are patient and kind. Those are two qualities that are most important with an inexperienced girl. You are also a good lover."

I react as she runs her hand along my stomach.

"Dede has told me about your night together. She told me it was the best sex she ever had. Not only the physical part, but also the fun you two enjoyed made her appreciate being with you. She really wants you to be with Ruthann."

The three women I am most attracted to all want the same thing. Why am I even questioning what I should do?

"How about I sleep on it," I finally say.

I feel Mim's head nodding against my chest. As we lie in silence, I feel her relax and soon her breathing is deep and slow. I let myself drift to sleep, amazed that this woman is in my arms.

Morning intrudes and I find Mim on her side with her backside pushed into my groin. My hand rests on her tummy.

I ease myself away and trot to the bathroom. I take care of business and brush my teeth after throwing some water in my face.

Returning to the bed I find Mim on her stomach with her arm stretched out on my side.

I start to climb in.

"Ooh, so it was not a dream," she says. "I really did have you next to me all night."

She lifts her arm and I settle in. She drops it back over my chest, her fingers grazing my nipple.

We doze for a short while. Mim stirs and announces she's going to shower.

I turn off the fire that had been going all night. I look outside to see a dusting of snow covering the ground. I pull on some clothes and go down to see if I can find coffee.

I return with two cups to find Mim standing in her underwear and packing her bag.

"I can smell it from here. You're a dear, Mac."

Mim takes the cup and sips the rich, dark coffee.

I carry my cup into the bath and take a shower. After dressing, we carry our bags downstairs and go into the small dining room for breakfast. We enjoy our food and then I pay our bill.

Mim and I stow our bags in the Rover, after we brush off the snow. I offer to drive and Mim does not object. We head back to Barton Hills.

We are comfortable riding in silence. Mim rests her head against the window and nods off. She wakens as we hit some stop and go traffic on the interstate.

"Sorry," she says, "hope I wasn't drooling or snoring or something."

"You slept like a little girl."

"Is that good or bad?"

I look at her as she stares at me. The sun catches her green eyes. I have to pull my gaze back to the road.

"All good, Mim," I say. "All good."

She pats my thigh and lets her hand rest there. I know with many women that would be a sexual gesture, but I sense with Mim it is just affirming a trust between us.

"So," I finally say, "we had a great time?"

"The best."

"You enjoyed yourself?"

"Every minute."

"And, it wasn't a date?"

She pauses and slips her hand off my leg. 

"No, Mac, it wasn't."

One part of my brain says to drop the subject, while another part craves an explanation.

"Mim, I had a great time, too. But, help me out. We slept in the same bed. Dressed and undressed in front of each other. Hell, I fed you chocolates while you were in the tub. How is that not a date? And, if it isn't what the hell was it?"

Mim looks out her window for a long time. I steal a couple peeks, but mostly pay attention to the traffic.

"Mac, I told you it's complicated."

"Yeah, I get complicated. But, what's going on between us?"

She slips her hand back on my leg and squeezes.

"I enjoy being with you. I have fun with you. I'm relaxed with you. But, I can't get romantically involved."

"Jesus, Mim, why not. You want to. I think you like me a lot, and not just as a friend."

"I do like you, Mac. But, I will not allow it to become sexual."

"We slept together."

"We slept in the same bed. We slept in each other's arms. We did not make love."

"Well, I sure wanted to."

Mim remains silent.

"I think you did, too."

Mim keeps her silence. I sneak a glance and think I see a tear in the corner of her eye.

"Hey, I don't mean to upset you," I say.

She rubs the tear away and looks at me.

"Mac, I'm really sorry. I thought I could keep this relationship at a certain level. When I stood naked in front of you last night, I think I was trying to convince myself that it was no big deal. We had posed naked together, so what difference did it make. But, I was kidding myself. I was exposing myself to you in a romantic inn with a wonderful bed a few steps away. I know what sort of signal I must have been sending. Then, snuggling you in bed was another signal."

Mim took a deep breath.

"Yes, as a woman I wanted you. I wanted you to take me, make love to me. I wanted you deep inside me. I wanted you to make me cum and cum. But, I cannot do that. I thought that being close might be enough for us. Now I realize that is cruel. I don't mean to be a tease, but I fear that's what I've become. Please forgive me."

"For god's sake, Mim, There's no need for forgiveness. We're two adults who are attracted to each other. That's a good thing. What is it that holds you back?"

More tears flow down her cheek. She tries to keep it in check, but in a moment she is sobbing.

After more than a few miles of travel, she takes a deep breath and gains some control.

"Mac, what I have to say is terribly unfair. I am in the midst of something and I must work through it. I'll say no more on my situation. I also will understand if you never want to see me again. You are a special man. You don't need some hopelessly fucked-up girl."

"Mim, if I thought there was any hope that you and I could move past whatever is blocking you, I would gladly wait, and wait some more."

"Mac, I can't promise that now. All I can say is that I think some things are moving. I would desperately hope you and I could move forward, but I cannot promise. In fact, I fear it will never happen. I will not ask you to wait."

I put my hand on top of hers as it rests on my thigh. I hold it tightly, then raise it to my lips.

"Ok, Mim. No more pressure. Let's just let it go. Besides, I want you to enjoy a stress-free Christmas."

"No nude prancing about?" she adds trying to sound lighthearted.

"'fraid not," I say with a smile. "My aunt is a bit conservative that way."

"I'll see if I can dig out a nun's habit."

"No need to go that far," I say. "As a matter of fact, you can even show a daring bit of a leg."

"Ooh, I'm excited already."

We enjoy each other's company for the rest of the ride, talking about cars and travel.

In spite of the easy conversation, a dark thought rests deep in my mind. What can be troubling Mim to this extent? 

The few days before Christmas fly by. We wind down business at the garage and I close for Christmas Eve and will keep it closed on the day after. Since that day is Friday, we all will enjoy a five day break.

I decide to stay at my aunt's on Christmas Eve. She, Sam and I enjoy our traditional lasagna dinner and pour over the family photo albums.

The next day I'm sipping my coffee in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. Sam and my aunt are off to the Christmas church service, so I answer the door. I recognize Hawkins, the head of maintenance at Barton Hills Academy.

"Sorry to bother you, sir," he says.

"No bother. Merry Christmas. Will you come in?"

"Thanks, but I have to get back to my family. I just came by to deliver this."

He hands me a letter. I recognize Mim's handwriting on the envelope.

"Where is Ms. Collins?"

"Uh, well, I guess she won't be coming. I suppose the letter will explain it"

"Why? Did something happen to her? Is she all right?"

"Yeah," he says. "I don't know anything except I took her to the airport early this morning. She asked me and I'm always happy to help her out. She's a special person, you know. I went by your house, but obviously you weren't there. Ms. Collins said you were having dinner at your aunt's. I've known Sadie since we were kids, so I knew the address."

I nod. He says good-bye and heads back to his car.

I return to the kitchen and open the letter. My heart sinks as I read.

Dear Mac,

I know you will now realize what a terrible person I am.

I will not be joining you today. I am off to home in Scotland. I must be there now.

I deeply regret I shall not share this holiday with you, Sam and your aunt. Please convey my sincere regrets and profound apologies. 

Mac, I am dealing with some personal issues. I know I have been unconscionably circumspect about my situation, but I feel I had no choice. I cannot say when or if I will return. As some small consolation, I have asked Dede to answer your many questions. She is aware of my situation and I trust she will be completely forthright. I have spoken to her and she is aware I am leaving.

You may think this is the coward's way out, but I had to leave immediately. I could not bear to hear your voice, so I am absolutely taking the coward's way out through this letter. I pray that someday I may see you and we can have the full conversation that you deserve. You have been a brightness in my life that I do not deserve. I thank you for your friendship. 

With all my heart, I wish you well.

Mim

I read the letter two more times. With each reading, my stomach tightens. What could possibly be so important for her to just run off? Where could she have gone? Have I completely misread her?

I resist calling Dede right away. I will have to wait until she comes home. I know I'll be in turmoil until then. 

"Merry Fucking Christmas," I say to myself.

Sam, Crystal and my aunt try to cheer me up. For my part I try not to mope too badly. In the end we enjoy a great Christmas dinner. I stay until nine and then head back to my house.

The weather has turned and a major snowstorm is enveloping our town. Finally making it home, I pull my truck into the garage and head to my house. The dark interior matches my mood. I turn on low lights and sit in the near darkness sipping scotch until I pass out on the notably uncomfortable couch.

I spend the day after Christmas at the shop pouring over year-end paperwork. I have dinner alone at the local pub and head home for another pity party of one.

I'm still in bed on Sunday, when my phone buzzes. I see a text from Dede. She tells me they've landed in New York and will be home by late in the afternoon. She invites me to supper and to stay over.

I text her my acceptance and wonder if the invitation includes sharing her bed. Or, her daughter's?

I arrive at Dede's around five after a trip that doubled in time because of the two feet of snow that has fallen. She answers the door and kisses me warmly.

"Come in, Mac. It's good to see you."

She leads me to the family room where several people are gathered.

Ruthann rushes over and gives me a big hug. I look over her shoulder and see Chrissy and a remarkably attractive woman. She looks vaguely familiar, but I can't place her.

Ruthann slips her arm through mine and escorts me to the big couch facing the fireplace. The wood is crackling as it warms the air in the large room.

Chrissy hugs me and says, "Mac, this is my mom, Jocelyn Armbruster."

A little bell of recognition goes off in my brain. I know that Chrissy's last name is Castello. But Jocelyn Armbruster is so familiar. Her mom extends her hand and we shake. I look into her crystal blue eyes that sit above the pronounced cheekbones and pouty mouth. Then it hits me.

"Oh, you're..."

"Chrissy's mom," she says with a smile.

"Yeah, but you're..."

"Oh, the 'buts'" she says. "Sometimes, Mac, if I may call you that, I am most happy just being Chrissy's mom."

I nod. Jocelyn Armbruster is publisher of Tres Chic. Along with Vogue it is the most influential fashion magazine in the country. Jocelyn is often contrasted to the editor of Vogue and is known as the "nice one." I recall a bit of her background that is part of the steady stream of celebrity news that permeates both television and the internet. 

Jocelyn was a top runway model, making every major cover while earning millions. She had a falling out with the Vogue editor—known as being not so nice, who promised that Jocelyn would never work again. Jocelyn proved her wrong and had another incredible three years at the top. As she approached thirty, she knew the end was near. Her husband convinced her that she knew more about fashion, models, designers and what women want than anyone. He offered to back her to start her own magazine. She agreed but first decided to have a baby, Chrissy. She recovered her figure and began a new and highly successful career.




Sex Education Ch. 04



Instead of starting a new magazine, Jocelyn decided to buy a second tier mag and turn it around. Within five years, her book was as influential as Vogue. She always had the newest and hottest model on her covers. She snagged exclusive interviews with designers and previewed major new lines before any of her rivals; her main one being the "not-so-nice" editor. In one Vanity Fair interview, Jocelyn tried to downplay the rivalry. But when pushed, she simply said she always looks both ways when crossing Seventh Avenue.

Mac seemed to recall that her husband, an Italian industrialist from a prominent and rich family, had died some years ago. From Chrissy's story at the dance, I understood that her mom had remarried.

"Well, any mom of Chrissy's" I say, "is a friend of mine."

Jocelyn laughs and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Now, I understand why the girls are all so gaga about you, Mac. You're handsome and charming."

"Shucks, ma'am, tain't nothing."

We all share a laugh and take our seats. We enjoy wine, pate, brie and conversation. Dinner is casual and soon it's almost nine o'clock. Jocelyn and Chrissy excuse themselves to head to bed. 

Ruthann and I clean the kitchen, while Dede heads to her studio.

"Had a good vacation," I ask.

"Fab," she says. "Aruba was nice. Great weather, beautiful beaches and warm water. The only drawback was that the resort where we stayed didn't allow topless sunbathing."

She looks for a reaction.

I smile and say, "Probably just as well. You wouldn't want to burn them."

"No," she replies, "but if I did, I could have always asked you to put lotion on them."

A shock runs through my body. I do not want to start flirting with this nineteen year-old virgin.

I'm saved by Dede returning.

"Thanks for cleaning up," she says. "Honey, can Mac and I have some private time?"

"Private time like the last time?" she asks with a bit of an edge.

"Not really your business, darling. But, for now it's private time here in front of the fire, so we can talk."

Ruthann pouts, then brakes into a wide grin. She hugs me and gives her mother a kiss.

"'Night," she calls as she heads upstairs.

"Drink?" Dede asks.

I decline. Dede takes a seat in a chair and I sit across from her, the large coffee table between us.

"Mac, I am happy to see you. I thought about you quite a bit over these last weeks. As you might have gathered, you came up in conversation more than a little while we were on our break."

"I'm happy to see you, too," I say. "It was not my best Christmas."

"I know, Mac, and I'm sorry. Mim told me she was leaving and that she was planning to write you."

"Very considerate of her," I say with more than a little sarcasm.

"Mac, I can understand your feelings, but there's a lot involved in why Mim had to leave. She asked me to tell you her story and answer your questions, if you want me to."

"Actually, I do. And, I think I'll take that drink now."

Dede pours two brandies and hands me one. She sits next to me on the couch and turns toward me, pulling one leg underneath her.

"I'm not sure how to go about this, Mac, so I think I'll just plunge in."

I nod.

"Mim has gone back to Scotland to see her husband."

I'm not sure what to expect, but it is not this. The room seems to tilt and twirl. My mind slows to a crawl. I am literally speechless. The word "husband" ricochets around my brain.

"I know that is a shock and a surprise. Mac, Mim received word that James is in the hospital and in serious condition. She needed to be with him."

"Husband?" I finally manage to say. "For how long?"

"Mim and James were married almost six years ago. Mim had finished university and was teaching in Edinburgh. James was an old family friend and they reconnected by accident. They enjoyed the same things and fell into dating. James can be quite the romantic and swept her off her feet. Within the year, he convinced her to marry him."

I get up and pour another brandy for myself. I fuss with the fire and add a couple logs. I'm still trying to grasp what Dede is telling me.

"Mac, James is indeed a romantic. He is also bi-polar, and, as Mim was to find out, rather conflicted sexually."

"And, Mim didn't know any of this before they married?" I ask.

"No," says Dede. "In many ways, Mim is sophisticated. In affairs of the heart, I fear she was decidedly innocent. When I say that James swept her off her feet, I truly believe that she became caught up in the romanticism and his courtship. She was blind to everything but being in love. And, having someone in love with her.

"I've come to learn all this from Mim and from her sister and her parents. I've met them on several occasions and we have developed a strong bond. They shared their perspective because they felt I could be a friend in need to Mim. As it turns out, I have come to love her deeply and hope I have been some measure of support."

"But, what happened to their marriage and why is he in the hospital? Hell, why has she been living here in the first place?" I ask. "I can't believe she is married. God, I feel like an idiot."

"Mac, Mim said I could be totally frank with you, so I will. She feared you would hate her for not being forthright with you. It's not my place to defend her, but I know she does care about you and is concerned she has probably hurt you."

I sip the brandy and feel the burn in my throat.

"At first, with James, it was all love and romance. As you might imagine, being in her early twenties, Mim was a bit naïve. She had some sexual experience, but not much. She certainly had not been in love before. It was not too long after they were married that James began to introduce some adventure into their love-making that you and I might say borders on kinky."

I ask the question with my eyes.

"Well, James is slightly built. He and Mim are just about the same size. He is blond and fair like her. One night, as Mim as told me, they were playing around in bed. James picked up Mim's underwear that she had discarded and put on her panties. They both laughed as he pranced around in them. He then pulled on her bra. Mim thought it was a bit strange, but, again, she imagined that this is how married sex is. Each person could be free to do silly things.

"Mim thought nothing of it until a week or so later as they were kissing and initiating foreplay, James ran into the bedroom. He emerged in a few minutes again wearing Mim's underwear. This time he added some lipstick and mascara. Mim was shocked, but James was really excited. They made love. Mim hoped it was just a joke. The next day as they were dressing to go to work, Mim noticed that James was wearing a pair of her panties. She called him on it and he said he wanted her to be close to him all day so he was wearing something of hers.

"This pattern continued for a while. Soon, James would wear her panties and bra around the house all the time. Mim began to be concerned. They talked about it and James more or less told her she was being a prude. He said she needed to loosen up and enjoy different things. Mim tried to understand, but still felt something was off. Finally, she convinced James to stop wearing her underwear. 

"It was then that he had a depressive episode; the first one Mim had seen. He moped about the house, refused to go to work, drank during the day, and generally was a prick to her. When she tried to talk to him, he shut her out. She kept trying and James admitted that she was taking all the fun out of their sex lives. Mim wanted desperately to please him and return to normal, so she relented and said he could wear whatever he wanted."

I can offer nothing to the conversation and sit quietly while Dede talks.

"James celebrated by going out and buying a new lingerie wardrobe. He said they could share, but he mostly kept the pieces for himself. Not long after, he asked if, as a joke, they could go out together and he would be completely dressed as a woman. Mim hesitated, but then remembered how depressed he was the last time she demurred. James wore a skirt and blouse of Mim's, over his lingerie. He produced a blond wig. After doing his makeup, and having shaved his legs, underarms and light beard, he looked like a woman. He insisted that Mim take his picture. I've seen it and he looks like an attractive woman. Looks like he could be Mim's twin.

"They went out of town to a restaurant. James was excited all night as he played the role of a woman. Mim felt now he had it out of his system. But, James wanted more. He wanted to dress as a woman every time they went out. Mim was terrified that they would run into her family or friends, so she insisted they not be seen in Edinburgh. As James became more engrossed in cross-dressing, he became less interested in sex with Mim.

"She begged him to go to counseling with her. He refused until she threatened to leave him if he didn't. They saw a counselor both as a couple and then individually. After a number of sessions, the counselor asked to see Mim privately. He told her that James had authorized him to speak to her. James was having a major identity crisis. He was more and more identifying himself as a woman. He didn't want to hurt Mim, but he also wanted less and less to live life as a man."

I finish my brandy and pour another portion. I sit back on the couch trying to reconcile what I am hearing with the woman I know. 

Dede pats my knee and continues.

"It was not long after that when Mim confronted James. He told her everything. He had always felt more like a woman, but fought it. He married her hoping that someone as beautiful and kind as Mim would help him overcome these feelings. It was not working. James declared that he wanted to try to live as a woman. If he could do so, he then wanted to have an operation to complete his transformation.

"Mim was devastated. She asked for a divorce, but James fell to pieces. He claimed he needed her support and wanted her to remain his wife. Mim didn't understand, but relented on the divorce. She gave him a year to work out what he really wanted.

"After the year, James was still living in both male and female worlds. He begged her for more time. She needed to get away. She found the opening at Barton Hills and moved here. James stayed in Scotland. One year became two, then three. She was frustrated, but gave her word to James. Mac, you may have seen that Mim is one of the most ethical and principled people there is. She said she would not divorce James and to her that meant she was still married. Married women do not fool around. So, this beautiful, sensitive, intelligent, caring and passionate woman began to live a sexless life. A couple times she did date someone, but was so racked with guilt and feelings of betrayal that she swore she'd never do it again."

"What happened now to change everything?" I ask.

"James had decided to go ahead with the operation. He was taking the hormones and drugs that are required. I don't know if it was the drugs that clouded his judgment. It seems James was experiencing weight loss and fatigue, but ignored the symptoms. He finally went to the doctor. Sadly, they discovered he has advanced leukemia. He just received the diagnosis the day before Christmas and called Mim. She felt she had to be with him. She has since called me and it seems that the prognosis is not good. His disease is progressing rapidly. Mim expects he has one or two months to live. He obviously cannot have his operation and is dealing with a deep depression. Mim is caring for him, along with his family."

I sit quietly trying to absorb everything Dede has told me. I think about Mim trying to juggle all this. I mentally kick myself for only focusing on my petty desires. I decide I should go to her immediately and tell this to Dede.

"You can't do that, Mac," she says.

"Why? She could probably use someone to be with her," I say.

"Mac, Mim has her family. She also has James' family, who love her for not only the person she is, but also for remaining so loyal and supportive of James."

"Still," I say, "I could be there to..."

"Mac, you would be a distraction, not a help. She does not want you to see her. She told me that directly."

I feel the second major blow of the evening. First, I find out she is married, now I hear she explicitly does not want to see me.

"I don't get it," I continue. "I felt we were friends."

Dede smiles and takes my hand. 

"Yes, Mac, you are her friend and she feels the same way. But, let's be honest. You also wanted to fuck her. I think she also shared some part of that feeling. Seeing her now would only make everything more complicated than it is. Give her some space and time."

I think about what Dede is saying. My instincts still tell me to go to Mim.

Dede reads the indecision in my eyes.

"Mac, I cannot tell you what to do. It would be insulting to try. I can tell you that going to Mim now would not help her. I also cannot say what is going to happen if James does die. I don't know if she will return to America. She has sent her formal resignation to Barton Hills. So, she no longer has a job to come back to. My best advice is to let her alone. If you and she are fated to be together, let Mim come to that realization. If you push it now, I am pretty sure it will be the end of your relationship with her."

"But, why? She knows I care for her. She must know that I would do anything to help her, to support her."

"She does. And, what she is asking you to do is give her space."

Between what Dede has told me and the multiple brandies, my mind is a complete fog. I try to make sense of it all, but only can feel the kick in my gut.

"Mac, let's go to bed. You need time to sort this out."

The alcohol hits me hard.

"So, you tell me this story and now you want to fuck? Some friend of Mim's you are."

Dede smiles.

"Mac, we are not going to fuck. Not tonight, maybe not ever again. But, you need to go to bed. I think you also could use some comfort of your own."

Even drunk, I realize what a shithead I am. Dede is a woman of unusual compassion.

I try to get up and fall back on the couch. Dede helps me stand and with me leaning heavily on her, we make our way to her bedroom.

She helps me with my clothes. Clad in my boxers I insist on going to the bathroom by myself. I sit down to pee since standing is beyond my ability.

I kick my underwear away and emerge naked from the bathroom. Dede smiles again and leads me to her bed. I collapse. Dede cradles me in her arms and I pass out.

Sometime the next morning, I try to pry one eye open. The pain is too intense so I close it and pull covers over my head.

I feel someone tugging on my foot. I groan.

"Hey, sleepyhead, are you ever going to get up?"

Ruthann's voice penetrates the covers.

"I am seriously thinking of just dying here," I manage to say.

The covers move and I feel Ruthann crawling in next to me. She is naked and molds her lithe body to mine.

Her arm snakes around my stomach. Her skin is warm, soft and fragrant. In spite of the pain in my head and the confusion in my brain, I react to this sensual sensation.

"Ruthann, I don't think you..."

"Ssh," she says. "Besides I have a message for you. Your cell phone was ringing. We let it go to email, but the same number kept calling and calling. Mom answered. It was Charlie. He was worried because you didn't show up at the garage."

My befuddled mind clears a tiny bit. Shit, it's Monday.

"I gotta get going," I say as I struggle to get up. My head explodes and I collapse back down. Ruthann pulls me tighter and I feel her small breasts push into my back.

"Mom told him you were sick and probably will not be in today. Also, we got another foot last night. Everything is closed. Charlie said he only went in because he wanted to plow your lot and, I guess, you have some customers, your aunt's and cousin's houses, and your own place that you take care of. He told Mom he hopes you feel better and that not to worry, he'll take care of everything."

Ruthann runs her long fingers over my chest and stomach. She kisses my shoulder. I need her to stop, but it feels so good. I say nothing.

"Chrissy and her mom are still here. I doubt if they will be leaving."

Ruthann lets her hand move lower and grazes my pubic area. My dick jumps.

"So, we can all just hang out today and do whatever."

Her fingers touch my limp penis and trace down my shaft.

Now I have two throbbing heads.

"We can just stay warm here under the covers," she says as her hand engulfs my dick.

For once, I am thankful for my hangover. I do not get hard.

"Ruthann, please..."

She pulls on my shoulder and rolls me on my back. She climbs on top and pushes her lips to mine while her body makes full contact.

I will myself to resist, but instead I find myself kissing back. The overall sensation is sweetness. Her breath, her lips, her skin, all are simply sweet.

My hands move down her back until they find her magnificent round butt. It is like my hands were molded to cup these warm and firm mounds. Ruthann wiggles against me as I gently fondle her rear.

Ruthann moves harder against my groin and I slowly get hard.

"Make love to me, Mac," she demands in a breathless whisper.

Her legs open and my erection moves between her thighs, my shaft in contact with her pussy.

Her voice catches in her throat as she grinds against me. 

Moving as if on their own volition, my hands move under her chest to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard and I move my thumb over them.

"Yes," she cries softly. "That feels so good."

Ruthann starts to raise her bottom, puts her hand on my shaft and moves the tip toward her opening. As my tip touches her hot and wet lips, she begins to move up and down. I feel the bottom of my shaft glide along her warm and wet lips. Ruthann lowers her face and we kiss, deeply and passionately. Our tongues begin to explore each other. Her sex moves faster and harder along my erection. 

She slides up my body, keeping my dick in contact with her sex lips. She pushes her breast and the hard nipples to my lips. Slowly I open my mouth and take the tiny bud between my lips. I suck and Ruthann exhales deeply.

She is moving her hips faster, rubbing against me. She rises up and uses her hand to put my tip against the opening to her sex. My tip splits her lips and I sense the heat.

I come to my senses.

I roll to my side and Ruthann slides off me.

"I can't," I say.

"God, yes, you can. Mac, make love to me. I'm ready, I want you."

Ruthann pulls my erection toward her crotch.

"Honey, I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't."

I pull back. 

Ruthann pulls the covers off our heads. Her eyes are brimming and she looks at me with bewilderment.

"Why, Mac, why? I want you. I want you inside me. I want to have your cock in me. I want to have your cock in my mouth. I want your mouth on my pussy. I want it all, Mac. I do, I really do."

It is in this moment that I fully understand that it's not right for me to take this innocent woman. Not right for her. And, not right for me. I admit to myself I am in love with Mim. I also realize I'm probably never going to realize that love.

"Ruthann, I am sorry but this is not going to happen."

She looks at me and her eyes fill. Her lips quiver and tears drop onto my arm under her head.

"I am such an idiot," she says as her crying begins.

She moves to leave, but I pull her to me.

"No, you're a beautiful, sensitive, sexy and terrific woman. I know that I will no doubt regret that we will not have sex. I am sure, though, that it's best for both of us."

"You're just saying that," she sobs. "God, I am such a geek. I don't blame you for not wanting me."

I pull her tighter, letting my erection rub between us.

"Does that feel like a man who is not interested?"




Sex Education Ch. 04



She doesn't answer.

"Ruthann, I do want you. This is about the most difficult thing I've done. But, I am not going to have sex with you."

"But, why?"

I wish I had a good answer.

"I know you think that your first time should be with a lover who can teach you and show you all the wonderful parts of sex. Yes, I know we could have fun and I'm sure I would enjoy every second of it. But, honey, you should not just have sex to have sex. Not now. Find someone you like, even love. Then not only will you experience sex, but you'll begin to understand how powerful it is."

"Mac, I like you. I love you."

"I know you like me. And, I like you. Honestly, honey, I doubt if you love me. I don't think you know enough about love to say that."

"That's not true. I do know more than you think I know."

"Could be. But, I think you'll find out that's not true. After you really experience love, you'll see the difference."

"Do you love someone, Mac?"

I remain silent for a long time.

Finally I say, "Yeah, I think I do."

I hold Ruthann close for a while.

"So, since you are not going to screw me, what should I do?"

I laugh. "Well, I am not one to be giving out romantic advice. But, I do think that maybe you should spend some time with Robbie. I have a sneaky suspicion that could turn into an interesting adventure."

"Yeah, but what if doesn't make me scream like my mom did with you?"

I laughed even harder. "Just tell him to keep trying. Hell, imagine all the fun you can have working on it."

"So, you're absolutely sure you're not going to do me?"

"Absolutely."

"Ok, then there is one thing that I just have to do."

She quickly bends and takes my erection into her mouth. Her warm cavity engulfs me and she runs her tongue around my tip. 

My resolve is now sinking like a sand castle at high tide.

She sucks me and uses her tongue around my exposed tip.

Pulling off she kisses my balls while pumping me with her hand.

Her soft lips return to my shaft and she plants kisses up and down. I cannot take more of this.

I take her by her shoulders and pull her off. I guide her back up. She kisses me and thrusts her tongue inside my mouth.

I am full of desire. I kiss back. She slides on top of me and once again positions the tip of my cock at her now hot and wet opening. She pushes and I begin to slide in farther than I did a few moments ago. 

Mustering every ounce of strength, I push her hips down and off me. I spin her to her side and pull her tight against me.

"No, Ruthann, I can't."

She pushes her face into my chest and bites my nipple.

"Ouch," I cry.

"Serves you right," she says.

"I don't want to make you angry," I mutter while rubbing my sore nipple.

"I'm not angry," she says. "I'm just pissed that we aren't going to screw."

I laugh and slap her ass hard.

"You're such a brat," I tell her.

"Ooh, slap me again, Big Guy."

We both burst out laughing.

I kiss her lightly and fold her into my embrace. We lie together for a while.

"Shit. Since you are not going to take my cherry, then get your sorry ass out of bed and let's have some fun with the rest of the gang."

Ruthann leans in and we kiss. I hold her in my arms and try to banish all the doubts of my decision, even as she runs her hand up and down my erection.

Ruthann gets up and stands naked in front of me. I admire her youthful body, wondering if I am totally insane. She slowly pulls her long t-shirt over her head and leaves. I stumble into the bathroom and take a shower long enough to merit mention in Guinness.

Dressing, I go to the kitchen.

Jocelyn is sitting at the counter working on a crossword.

"Morning."

Smiling, she returns my greeting.

"Where's everyone?"

"Dede took the girls over to the country club for some cross country skiing."

I sat across the counter from her. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail lending more emphasis to her classic bone structure. Her skin is remarkably clear with just the tiniest laugh lines around her eyes. She does not have the telltale signs of a face lift or Botox. Even without a trace of make-up she is exquisite.

"How about some coffee and a homemade cinnamon roll?"

"Sounds perfect, but I can get it."

She pats my hand, "Sit."

I admire her figure in her yoga pants and cropped top over a tight turtleneck. From the rear she could pass for a twenty-year old.

Jocelyn returns with a large mug of black coffee and a massive cinnamon roll still warm from the oven.

"Who made these?" I ask as the first piece melts in my mouth.

"Yours truly."

"And, you bake?" I say with a grin.

"I'm good at some things," she replies.

I drink my coffee and finish the roll while she works on her crossword.

"Here, let me take those," she says as she gathers my mug and plate. "More coffee? Another roll?"

"Full. It was great."

"Feel like a little exercise?" she asks.

"Such as?"

"Snowshoeing."

I shrug.

"C'mon. About a half mile from here we can get a great view of the Sound. It's spectacular during winter. The blues are deeper than any other time of the year. With the white snow along the shore and the dark clouds, you'll love it."

"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse."

We each go to change. I put on on a wool sweater, thick corduroys, and pull on my boots over thick socks.

We meet in the covered hallway at the French Doors. Jocelyn has jeans under a white parka. She has a teal headband covering her ears.

She hands me a pair of snowshoes and we head outside. Sitting on a bench next to the hot tub, we adjust the shoes. Jocelyn grabs two sets of poles from the nearby shed. I pull a watch cap down over my ears and we set out.

The remnants of my hangover disappear with each step in the pristine snow. There are still some flurries, but the brunt of the storm has passed. Jocelyn keeps a fast pace and soon we have crossed the clearing behind Dede's house and have reached the tree line.

Jocelyn picks a path and I take up behind her.

After twenty minutes of steady hiking, we emerge to open space. We are on a bluff overlooking Long Island Sound. She had not exaggerated the beauty of what lies in front of us.

We stood in silence taking in the colors and the occasional swoop of a sea gull.

"Like it?" she asks.

"A lot," I answer. "Thanks for asking me along."

She turns her head and locks her eyes on mine.

We stare at each other, sharing something not entirely clear, and then she nods. 

We hike along the crest and then turn back toward the house along a different path. Although I am warm from the exercise, my feet, fingers and face are getting cold.

The wind has picked up and crossing the clearing to the house is punishing.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a soak in that tub" she says.

I agree.

Jocelyn asks me to open the top as she goes inside to gather towels.

Standing just inside the French doors, she beckons me in.

"We should leave our clothes here."

Even my still alcohol-slowed brain means we are getting naked.

She hangs her parka on a peg and bends to undo her boots. I put my coat beside hers and remove my boots and socks. I pull my sweater over my head and see Jocelyn standing in a sports bra and her yoga pants that she wore under her jeans. With a slight smile she peels off her bra and quickly pushes her pants and thong to the floor. She wraps a towel around her and holds one for me. 

Her movements are quick, but not fast enough to prevent me from seeing her full breasts and neatly trimmed blond patch.

"Mac, I've seen the Odysseus and the photos that Dede took. So, don't be embarrassed."

I think that I've been stripping in front of a lot of beautiful women lately. Not that I'm complaining.

I grin and say, "Well, if you put it that way. And, I see you are not embarrassed."

Laughing she says, "Mac, I spent over half my life modeling. I've stripped in front of thousands of people backstage at runway shows. I've walked the runway in fewer clothes than you'd find at a nudist convention. I posed for the Pirelli calendar twice. Besides, at my age, I have no delusions about my body."

"If that means you would agree with me that you are incredibly beautiful with a fantastic figure, then I agree."

Jocelyn mouths a thank you.

Stripping off, I grab the towel and we trot to the spa. We leave our towels on a hanger and climb in.

Sinking to our chins we let the warmth work its way into our core.

"Aah, this is good," she says.

I nod in agreement.

"The warmth is great, but my feet are killing me," she says. I used Ruthann's boots, but they are a size too small and way too narrow."

"Hand them over," I say.

"Huh?"

"Give me a foot. I am known for my massages."

"Really? You do foot massages?"

"Yep. Let's have those puppies."

She giggles and I feel her foot on my knee. I pull it toward me and begin to knead.

"Oh, oh, yes. Very good. God, Mac, keep doing that. Yes, yes, right there."

We catch each other's eyes and break out laughing.

"God, that sounded obscene, didn't it?" she asks still laughing.

"I've been told that women rank a foot massage just below lovemaking."

Jocelyn grins and says, "Depending on the circumstances, and the person, sometimes it comes in first place."

I continue to work on her foot. She switches feet and I start getting the kinks out.

"So, I take it you have declined to soil our young virgin."

My eyes widen.

"Mac, I said before you were the topic of many conversations in Aruba. Well, the main topic was the proposed final course of the sex education class. Ruthann came back downstairs looking decidedly chagrined. She wanted to get out of the house, so Dede took them skiing."

"Yes, I told Ruthann we were not going to have sex."

"Can I ask why?"

"You think I should have?"

"Not necessarily. But Dede seemed fine with the idea. Ruthann was totally gone over the edge thinking about it. So, there would have been no resistance from mother or daughter. And, Chrissy made her promise to give her every minute detail. Truth be told, Mac, I think Chrissy was hoping she'd be next."

"And that would have been ok with you?"

"I was not consulted on my opinion. But, I feel somewhat the same way as Dede. I know that Chrissy is mature enough for sex and that she is probably full of the same urges I had at her age. Actually, I lost my cherry to a man when I had just turned eighteen. It was my first year modelling in Europe, a short and boring story that I will spare you from having to hear.

"Anyway, since Ruthann wanted it, Dede was ok with it, I would imagine you had an open path."

"Well, sounds unanimous," I say with a bit of an edge. "Too bad I was not part of the final decision."

Jocelyn looks at me for a long time. She pulls her foot away and shifts over to a higher seat in the spa. Her breasts are now completely exposed.

"Thanks, Mac, my feet are in your debt. I need to cool off for a bit."

The steam rises from her body. Her nipples are rigid. Her breasts are large and firm. I remember she broke the mold of having only anorexic-type fashion models. Way before Victoria Secret models and Kate Upton, there was Jocelyn. At fifty, Jocelyn looks like she could walk the runway and turn heads every step of the way.

I feel the need to cool off as well. The other higher seat is next to her. I slide over and sit.

"Mac, I never intended to insult you. It's just that I thought introducing a beautiful young woman to sex was a fantasy for men."

"Yeah, a fantasy, Jocelyn. A fantasy where you can block out the realities of life and emotions and, most of all, the truth that there is going to be a tomorrow that is not part of the fantasy."

She rests her hand on my shoulder.

"Go on, Mac."

"I think Ruthann is extraordinary. She is beautiful, has a figure that I find borders on ideal. She is funny, sincere, intelligent, playful and without a single pretension."

"You're describing a perfect woman. Yet, you do not want to take her to bed."

"Jesus, Jocelyn, of course I want to take her to bed."

She strokes my shoulder and the back of my neck.

I describe our morning in bed and how close I came to making love to Ruthann.

"My god, Mac," she says. "She had you in her mouth and then partly inside her and you held back. Are you sure you're human?"

"All too human, Jocelyn."

"But?" she prompts.

"In the end, I just couldn't. I just couldn't do it. Call it what you will. I guess I didn't feel it was right."

"Right?"

"Yeah. I'm old enough to be her father, almost. I know I am not going to have a long-term relationship with her. I have slept with her mother. Hell, I may sleep with her mother again. She's a virgin. She should be having fun with someone her age and her own level. And, I'm... Well, that was enough for me to say no."

"And, you're what, Mac?"

"Nothing. I have enough reasons to make me not go down that path."

"And, you're in love. Is that it?"

I turn to look at her. I feel my face turn to stone.

"Oh, was my love life also a topic of conversation on the sunny beaches of Aruba?"

"Mac, don't be angry. Dede, Ruthann and Chrissy really care for you. They truly do. They did talk about Mim Collins. They all felt so badly that she left in the way she did. They were concerned that you would be hurt because they believed you had fallen in love with her."

"So, Ruthann is my consolation prize," I fumed.

Jocelyn touches my chin and lifts my head to look into her eyes.

"Mac, you don't believe that for a second. I understand that having people talk about you can tick you off. I know you the least of all of us, but I also know they all care for you. They are concerned for you. Don't be angry with them."

I could read the sincerity in her eyes.

Now I feel like a shit.

"Yeah, you're right. I just don't know what to do."

"That assumes that you have to 'do' anything."

"What? Just let Mim go?"

"Mac, you've no control over what she does. She goes or she doesn't go. That's her choice for her reasons. The truth is you have little to do with what she has to do."

"So, I just sit here and what? Wait?"

"Did she say she loved you?"

I can only shake my head.

"Did she promise to come back to you? Or, ask you to wait?"

Another shake.

"Then, don't sit and wait. Get on with your life."

"That's harsh," I say.

"Not really, Mac. I'd say it's the only option."

We look at each other. We seem to connect again on some level. She is beautiful and sensitive. Plus, she's sitting a half foot away and naked. I want to kiss her.

I think she feels the same. I move my head toward her.

"Mac, getting on with your life does not include getting involved with me."

She places a hand on my chest and I stop moving toward her.

"Let's get and out and shower," Jocelyn says. "I think I need a drink."

"Plus, you probably don't want the others to see you naked in here with me," I say.

"That's not a concern, Mac. I trust you."

"Maybe you wouldn't if you could read my mind. Or, see how I am under the water."

Jocelyn lets out a roar. He hand slides down my chest and touches the tip of my erection.

"Mac, I'm flattered, but way too old for you."

"You're about the same age difference as what's between Ruthann and me. You thought it would be ok for her and me to sleep together."

"That's different."

"How."

Jocelyn smiles gently.

"Mac, I am married, and quite happily so. You are, if I may be crude, fucked up right now. Even if I weren't married, it would not be a good time for us to be together. You need to get your head straight."

"So, if you weren't married and I was not fucked up, maybe..."

"Let's shower, Mac. And, I think you should make yours a cold one."

She squeezes my erection, rises and climbs out of the tub. I follow and admire her back.

In the shower she looks at my erection. 

"You know, I now see what also attracts the ladies. I also am happy that I am protected by my marriage vows. Otherwise, I fear I would be seriously taking advantage of a younger man."

"Funny how sometimes timing takes us down different paths," I say.

"Yes, I agree timing can be a powerful force. But, thanks for the affirmation, Mac." She heads out of the shower, but stops in front of me. She opens her arms and we embrace. We are almost the same height. I feel her soft breasts against my chest and my erection pushes against her pubic hair. She slides a hand between us and gently touches my erection. We kiss. She pushes away and affecting a dramatic sigh turns and walks out.

After drying and dressing, we sit before the fire with large Scotches.

In a few minutes we hear the others returning.

The pile into the room, faces red with cold.

"That was great," announces Dede, "but we need to warm up. Care to join us for a hot tub?"

We both shake our heads and Jocelyn announces we just finished one.

Chrissy looks shocked and Dede arches an eyebrow.

"Just a hot tub, kiddos," she says with a smile.

They start pulling off clothes as they head back down the hallway.

Jocelyn turns to me and adds softly, "And some eye candy for an old broad."

We toast each other.

"Passing on joining them in the tub?" she asks.

"My head is screwed up enough. I definitely do not need to be tempted by three fantastic women. One was more than enough."

Jocelyn nods at the compliment.

She leans in and kisses me gently.

"So, Mac, the answer is if I weren't married, you and I would be upstairs right now."

"Even if I'm fucked up."

"I might make allowances."

The five of us stay at Dede's and enjoy a great dinner, lots of drinking and talking.

As bedtime approaches, Dede comes to my side.

"My bed is open."

I recall the night of passion with her. I look at her pretty face and compact figure. My groin heats up.

"Thanks. I know I will look back on this as one of the worst decisions of my life. Actually, I can add it to the list of questionable decisions I began with Ruthann earlier. But, I think I'll stay on the couch."

Dede frowns. "Something I did?"

"God, no. I'm already hard.'

Dede runs her hand up my front to confirm my boast.

"Jocelyn and I had a great talk today."

"Ah, she is a perceptive person. What did she say?" as she softly rubs me.

"That I'm completely fucked up."

Dede smiles. "Probably hit the nail on the head?"

"Yep, right on target."

"And, that's why you're saying no."

"Dede, you are beautiful, sexy, smart, fun, talented..."

"Shit, you make it sound like an on-line dating application." Dede slides my zipper down and reaches inside to place her hand along my hard member.

"Sorry, it's just that there is nothing wrong with you. I think I need to do some thinking before I, well, before we...I mean..."

"You don't want to fuck me while you're fucked up?"

"Now, why couldn't I have said it that eloquently?"

We both laugh. Dede comes into my arms. Her hand strokes me. We hug, she kisses me, turns and leaves. She returns in a few minutes with blankets and pillows.

I have taken off my jeans and am standing there in my boxers, which are tented out. She pulls the elastic at my waist and looks at my erection.

"God, Mac, I miss that. I hope there may be a time in the future that we can reconnect."

I kiss her again and tell her I hope so, too.

She leaves and I collapse on the couch. The next morning we have breakfast. I say my goodbyes, clean off my truck and head back to Barton Hills.

I am coming to realize that my dream of being with Mim is most likely going to remain just that—a dream. I navigate the snow-covered road. I need to get her out of my mind. I ponder how to do that. Images of Jennifer's naked breasts tumble into my mind.

I wonder.



Sex Education Ch. 05



After finally coming to grips with the reality that Mim left me and does not want to see me again, I plunge back into running the garage. Although we are busy, it does not absorb me as it once did. I feel disjointed and uneasy.

One night Sam stops over my house. We are having a beer when she says, "So, what the fuck is up with you?"

Getting a little irked, I say "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, other than you've blown off dinner with mom and me for three straight weeks, you're grumpy all the time, you never want to hang out with me or do shit with me and Crystal, and you generally are walking around with your head up your ass."

She finishes her beer and goes to kitchen to fetch two more.

"I think you're exaggerating," I say lamely,

"The fuck I am. I was actually not trying to make it sound as bad as it is."

"Bullshit, Sam. I'm ok. Just busy at work. That's all."

"Mac, this is Sam you're trying to convince. Something's eating you."

"I told you it's work."

"Ok, you asked for it." She takes a deep breath and continues. "So it's work?"

I nod and drink some beer.

"Well, I've stopped by three times last week and you weren't there. Charlie tried to cover, but finally I worked it out of him that you were taking a long lunch at the Pub. I happen to know the bartender there. I was able to find out that you are there almost every day. Your lunch seems to consist of a bowl of peanuts and four beers."

I recognized the signs that Sam was just beginning to get wound up.

"And, your shop looks like a pig pen. You never had so much as a magazine that wasn't in chronological order. Your waiting room is dirty. The wastebaskets are overflowing. There are all kinds of invoices lying around. I put Charlie's nuts in a vice and made him tell me that you just don't seem to give a shit. So, don't dare give me the "it's just work" line, 'cause I ain't buying it, Cuz."

"Again you're exaggerating. Besides, what's it to you?"

I thought Sam was going to punch me. She got in my face.

"What's it to me? I tell you, asshole. I fucking love you. You are my family. It's like you're my dad and big brother rolled into one. I can't even imagine life without you. You are also my rock. Whenever I get myself so completely fucked up, you always help me get my shit back together. So, when I see you falling to shit, then I make it my business. So, there, you fucking idiot."

Sam starts to cry. I don't remember the last time she did that.

I pull her into my arms. She tries to push away, but I'm stronger and she finally relents. She starts bawling. I understand her love for me, because I feel the same way. Tears start flowing down my cheeks.

I regain some composure.

"Sorry, Sam. I never meant to upset you. I love you. I hope you know that."

She nods against my chest.

We sit on the couch for a long time just holding each other. Sam slides down and rests her head in my lap. I softly stroke her hair.

Sam says, "It's Mim, right?"

I can barely make a sound, but manage to get out a yes.

"Mac, I know you fell for her. I can understand. She's beautiful, smart and fun. I would've added nice, but she ditched you. That's not nice."

"I just don't get it, Sam. I know we said we weren't dating. You even warned me about that. But, still, I was sure we connected on a deeper level than just acquaintances. Then she just disappears. She leaves me a letter, but nothing else. Not a word since then. 

"Then Dede explodes the bomb. She's married, Sam. I've been falling in love with a married woman. She knew I was falling for her. Did she say, 'Oh, by the way, the reason I don't date is because I am fucking married'? No, that quite never came out. Sam, I feel like such a total jerk."

We sit in silence for a long time.

"Now, I hear from Dede that Mim made it clear she does not want to see me. God, that hurts more than anything."

"For the record, Mac, I never knew about Mim being married. That was news. I know she bolted on Christmas, but didn't know she told Dede she didn't want to see you. So, I get that part. But what's going on with you now?"

I decide to tell Sam the whole story. I explain how close I came to taking Ruthann's virginity. I describe how Jocelyn and I connected.

Sam looks up at me.

"Chrissy's mother is Jocelyn Armbruster?"

I nod.

"Fuck. I've known Chrissy all the time she's been at the academy and never knew she was her mother. Jocelyn is beyond hot. Hell, I'd do her in a second."

I laugh.

Sam realizes what she's said. Laughing, she adds, "hypothetically speaking, of course."

"Of course," I reply.

I admit that what Dede and Jocelyn said is true, I am fucked up.

I explain that I felt I shouldn't see Dede right now. I have cut myself off from the people I like the most. I have also cut myself off from sex. I tell Sam that I went a long while without sex and didn't miss it that much. But, my night with Dede, my interaction with Ruthann and flirtation with Jocelyn, loosed the beast. Add to that, my frustration by not ever being able to be intimate with Mim, and I find myself in a sexual funk of epic dimensions.

"So, you're horny?"

"Well put, dear cousin."

"Well, go get laid."

"Easier said than done."

"Why?"

"I don't even know where to start. I don't want a relationship. I'm still crazy messed up about Mim. I just want some human contact and some sex."

Sam is quite for a while. Then, she turns her head to meet my gaze.

"Mac, you know Crystal is semi-bi."

"Semi-bi?"

"Yeah. We're committed to each other and are definitely exclusive. But, she's dated guys before. She's told me she likes to fuck a man once and again."

"Sam, you aren't suggesting..."

"Think about it, Mac. She likes you. She thinks you have a hot bod—for a guy. You like her. She is beyond sexy. She is definitely not looking for a relationship with you. It'll be perfect."

"But, what about you?"

"Mac, remember the time in your bed you let me satisfy my curiosity about the male anatomy."

I smile and nod.

"Well, now I would be able to see what a guy looks like when he cums."

Sam grins widely as she looks into my eyes.

I bend over and kiss her forehead.

"Sam, I love you. You are just so there. So open. Crystal is lucky to have you. I would never do anything to jeopardize that. I appreciate how much you are putting on the line, but I cannot accept."

Sam kisses me and hugs me tight.

"Mac," she whispers in my ear, "I'd do anything for you. I'd fuck you if I thought it would help."

I squeeze her back.

"I believe you. But, I'm afraid I'd get stabbed by one of your piercings."

We both laugh.

I take Sam out for dinner and Crystal joins us. I admit looking at the two of them and imaging them naked crawling all over me does hit some buttons. But, I will just keep that in my fantasy file. I pray I do not have to retrieve it.

My talk with Sam has helped clear my mind a bit. I can't put my life on hold while I mope about. I remember my conversation with Jocelyn. I understand that Mim never asked me to wait for her or to make more out of our relationship than it was. I am still pissed and hurt, but I think I need to get what I have of a life back on track.

I go back into work and start making things right there. I cleaned up the mess and caught up on all my billing and paperwork.

Charlie keeps eyeing me carefully and I know I have to say something.

I call him into the office.

"Charlie, I know you spoke with Sam."

"Mac, look I'm sorry. It's just that you were acting so strange. And, the business was starting to hurt because of it. I need to work, Mac. Plus, I hated to see you that way."

I nod and say. "Charlie, I think you know that I don't like people talking about me and my business."

"Yeah, but I was worried."

I stare at him until he can't hold my gaze.

He can't see my smile as I add. "Well, I guess it's ok. Sam told me she put your nuts in a vise and made you talk."

He looks up warily.

"Well, that might be a slight exaggeration," he says, "but I think she woulda done it."

We laugh and shake hands. 

A few weeks later on a Friday, a Volvo pulls up in front. The office door opens and Jennifer Condron enters.

"Hey, Mac."

"Hi, Jennifer. What's up?"

"My husband thinks there's something the matter with my front end. Can you take a look and can check it out."

I wonder if she purposely offered up the double meaning.

I call for Charlie and he takes her keys and pulls it inside.

"We'll take a look. Might take a bit. Can I drop you somewhere?"

"Thanks. Can you take me to Caroline's? She can bring me back later."

We climb into my truck. I know where Caroline lives and we head off.

"So, Mac, how are things with you?"

"You know, the same old. How about you?"

Jennifer turns toward me in the cab. "How about me what?"

There it is. I know that we can go either of two ways from this point. One way is that I play dumb and we talk about the weather or some shit. The other is a dangerous route.

I decide. "Like are you and Caroline still having fun together?"

I could swear I hear Jennifer purr.

"Oh, yeah. And, Mac, that offer is still open."

"Offer?"

"Don't be coy, Mac. It really doesn't become you. But, just to be sure we are communicating. The offer is you, Caroline and I get together and collectively fuck each other's brains out. Clear enough?"

Jennifer spreads her legs and rubs her hand along the crotch of her tight jeans.

"Crystal clear. Is Barney away again?"

"For another week. I have the kids to deal with, but our housekeeper can watch them for an evening and manage for a short time."

"And, Caroline?"

"Malcolm is with Barney. Her kids are away at boarding school."

"So, would you guys like to come over for a drink, or something?"

"Definitely 'or something'", she says.

"When?"

"If you think my car might be ready by the end of the day, then Caroline and I can come over after she drops me back at the garage."

"Tonight?"

"No reason to wait," she says as she rubs her breast through her shirt, "is there?"

"Actually, none than I can think of."

"Splendid. See you around 6:30?"

"I'll have the wine chilling."

"Make it Tequila. I love drinking shots off Caroline's pussy." She looks at me and says, "and I imagine off your cock as well."

"I admire your subtlety, Jen."

"I'm never subtle about sex, Mac."

I recall how she flashed her fantastic tits at me.

"Yeah, I'm getting that understanding."

I pull into Caroline's driveway.

"Sure it will be ok with her?"

"Mac, Caroline is a slave to my pussy. She will do whatever I tell her to. Besides, she has talked about your cock a lot."

I have nothing to say at that point.

Jennifer gets out and walks around the front of my truck. She comes back to my window and I lower it.

"Oh, yeah, one other thing, Mac."

I nod.

"My sister is visiting. She has become quite engaged in the little fun Caroline and I have. I think we just may have to drag her along. Toodles."

I watch her tight ass sway up the stairs and disappear into her friend's house.

I drive back to the garage wondering what I just got myself into. The erection pushing hard against my overalls answers the question.

Charlie discovered a bent wheel and replaces it. The car runs smooth and he is checking out some of the other systems. I tell him to call Jennifer when the car is ready. 

I leave early. I stop at the liquor store and pick up a couple bottles of Tequila. Arriving home, I shower and dress in jeans and a light cotton sweater. I leave off the underwear. "Why bother?" I say to myself.

I fortify myself with a couple of shots and pace back and forth in my living room.

I hear cars turning into my drive. Soon, the doorbell rings.

I open to admit Jennifer, Caroline and a younger version of Jennifer.

"Mac, this is Shelly."

I shake hands with a shorter, skinnier version of her sister. She looks way younger.

"We call her "oops". She's twelve years younger than I am. We guess mom thought she couldn't get pregnant again, but she was wrong. Shelly finished at Smith last year and is now working part-time at Daddy's law firm. She plans to go to law school next year. This year has been dedicated to having fun. Right, Sweetie?"

Shelly smiles. Jennifer kisses her on the lips. Next, Caroline moves in and kisses the young girl. They stand facing me with their arms around each other's waists.

"Yeah, I like having fun," Shelly says.

"I see," I say. "But, sisters?"

"Oh, we don't fuck each other, Mac. That would be too weird. I like to watch her and Caroline fuck. Tonight, I think I will really enjoy seeing the two of you fuck. It's all just a lot of fun."

"How about a drink?" I offer.

The nod and I pour three shots and freshen up mine. I had previously laid out a tray with lime slices and a big salt shaker.

The three women sit on the couch, casually running their hands over each other.

I'm sitting across from them.

"Mac, I told you I'm not subtle. So, would you mind standing and stripping. Shelly is just dying to see that cock."

Jennifer is taking control. Normally, I want to be in control, but something inside is telling me to just go with it.

Placing my glass on the coffee table, I stand. I kick off my slippers and then slowly pull my sweater over my head.

The women stare at my naked chest.

"So strong looking," murmurs Caroline. "Malcolm looks like the fucking Pillsbury Dough Boy."

They laugh, then Jennifer says, "That's the last we want to hear of Malcolm or Barney. This night is for us. Ok?"

Caroline agrees as she spreads her legs and rubs between her thighs over the cotton material of her Capri pants.

I undo my belt and unsnap my jeans. Pausing I reach to take a sip of Tequila. I place the glass down and teasingly pull down my zipper. My pubic hair springs out.

"Wow, no underwear," says Shelly, who is also rubbing her hand under her skirt.

I turn my back to them and ease my jeans off my hips, past my ass and drop them to the floor.

"Perfect," says Caroline.

"Turn around, Mac," says Jennifer in a hoarse whisper.

Slowly I turn and face them.

I am not hard, but my dick is flush with blood. I wiggle my hips and my dick swings back and forth.

"I want that in my mouth," says Caroline.

"Tops off first, ladies," I say, taking back some control.

Jennifer eyes me, knowing we have begun a tug-of-war.

"No, first stroke that cock, Mac," she commands.

"I need some skin first." I swing it back and forth some more. It is heavy enough to slap against my thighs.

"Oh, fuck it, Jennifer," says Caroline. She pulls her top off. Her small breasts are behind the thin fabric of a bra. I can clearly see her nipples.

She doesn't bother to unhook her bra, but just pulls it over her head. Her breasts are small mounds on her chest and barely move. She has tiny areolas and nipples that now stand out nearly an inch. They are dark, dark red.

"Play with your nipples, Caroline," I say.

She starts tweaking the twin hard buds.

I point at Shelly.

"No," says Jennifer. "Stroke it, Mac."

It's been a long time since I beat off for a woman. I slide my hand along my shaft from base to tip. I lift it to point toward the three women. I move my hand back.

"I need some moisture," I say.

"Spit on it," counters Jennifer.

I shake my head.

"Shelly, lick my dick."

"No way," says Jennifer.

"Fuck you, Jenny," shouts her sister.

She leans across the coffee table and licks my cock from top to bottom. I hold it for her and she licks all around the tip. I push it against her lips and she opens her mouth. I am inside her mouth. Slowly she sucks and licks me.

"I think it's wet enough, Mac. Make it hard," orders Jennifer.

I pull out quickly, making a popping sound as it escapes Shelly's lips.

I am at half-mast and with a few strokes bring it to full hardness. "Now, bring it to me," Jennifer commands.

I shake my head. "I want more tits."

Jennifer starts to unbutton her blouse. Her sister quickly pulls her shirt over her head. Her breasts strain against the light blue bra she wears. 

"Caroline, take Shelly's bra off."

Caroline reaches behind the young girl and unhooks the clasp. She pulls the bra forward exposing the white mounds topped with large areolas and erect nipples. She runs her fingers over Shelly's breasts, teasing the nipples to even further hardness.

I shift my gaze to Jennifer. She has unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She slips one strap of her bra, then the other off her shoulders. Reaching behind she undoes it and slowly lets it fall away.

I stare at her breasts. In spite of the awkward situation at the formal dance at the Academy, I could not completely erase the memory of those breasts. Jennifer plays with them, rubbing her hands over her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"Ok, Mac. Stroke it."

I begin to move my hand up and down my erection. In a minute some pre-cum appears and I use it to lubricate my shaft. I know I should feel uncomfortable beating off in front of three women. The sight of their naked breasts eases any discomfort.

Soon, I can feel the familiar tingle building.

"Do you really want me to just cum like this?"

Jennifer is staring and pulling hard on her nipples.

"I want you to cum now," she says. "I figure you will last longer after that."

"Whatever," I respond and stroke faster.

"Oh, don't waste it," cries Caroline. She quickly moves from the couch and kneels in front of me. Her doe eyes look up and she opens her mouth.

I guide my tip to her lips. She pushes my hand off my cock and takes me inside.

She licks and sucks me. I feel my tip touching the back of her throat. Her eyes widen and start to water. She pauses and then takes me down her throat.

I groan with the sensation and begin to slowly fuck her mouth. She moves her hands to my balls and massages them.

Taking her head in my hands, I aggressively start moving in and out. Caroline is making guttural sound and keeps sucking.

I am at the point of no return and thrust back deeply into her mouth. I shoot and she gags. Caroline then controls herself and swallows.

"Let me see him cum," says Shelly.

I shoot another string into Caroline and pull back. Two more lines of cum erupt. One covers Caroline's face and the other dribbles down to her tits.

I am sweating. The women look at my still hard cock and lick their lips.

Shelly moves to Caroline and cleans my stuff from her breasts, sucking each tiny nipple into her mouth. Jennifer has now joined her and uses her tongue to clean off her friend's face. They then exchange the remaining amount by pushing their tongues back and forth into each other's mouth.

The women sit on the floor with their backs to the couch and look at me.

"Well, that was a yummy start," offers Jennifer.

The others nod.

I grab the Tequila bottle and announce we all need another. They reach for their glasses, but I shake my head.

I bend over and suck Caroline's right nipple. Once it's wet I pour some salt around her areola. I stand over Caroline and hold the bottle over her small breast. 

"This is yours, Shelly."

I start to dribble some onto Caroline's breast and Shelly moves her mouth to capture it as it runs down. She finishes by taking Caroline's nipple in her teeth and pulling it out, cleansing it of salt and finishing by sucking a lime.

I repeat the process using Shelly's breast. Caroline laps up the liquor and lavishes attention on the young woman's breast.

I move in front of Jennifer. She looks me in the eye. 

"Please get on your knees?" I ask gently. I know if I command her, she may refuse.

Slowly she rises. My erection bobs in front of her face. I step forward and touch my tip to her lips. She hesitates, then smiles and opens her lips.




Sex Education Ch. 05



This is a chapter in a story about family sex...incest. If you don't like this type of story please move on to something else. There's no need to waste your time. 

There is FS bisexual content and again if this offends you there's no need to read this chapter.

Of course everyone mentioned in this story are adults.

If you're still with me I hope you'll enjoy this and future chapters.

Enjoy,

Wes99 

*****

There is no doubt that the relationship between my parents has changed. With my mother, most of the time I'd see her in a normal, nonsexual mother son relationship. Sometimes, especially when we were alone together things between us were perfectly normal—as if we'd never crossed the taboo line. Other times, especially at night, I'd see her as an erotic, highly sexual woman, a woman whose slightest look was capable of stirring a deep arousal and desire within me. 

It took me a while to realize that our relationship started to change. It changed the first time I pushed my hard cock into her sweet, wet vagina and we started to fuck. I can't help but feel that when I finally ejaculated inside her that first time, our relationship was different (in a very good way).

The relationship between my father and I also changed, he's a masculine man and, like my mother, loves sex. As my sex education progressed, obviously I came to see a side of him—or desire that he, my mother, and only a few other people knew about. Our relationship quickly matured away from the typical father/son relationship and we moved to a more equal man to man relationship. A lot of things became more open and I know that I learned and matured a lot. My father always got very aroused watching mother having sex. I liked watching and being with them when they fuck; it's their most vulnerable moments that I find very erotic When they fuck there's a strong sexual urgency between them that would fill the room—their moans and cries of passion and vulgar sex talk mixed with the sound of their flesh slapping loudly together until they would cum together, was incredible. 

I'd never really realized it before but mother seemed to always be aroused. It's something that simmers just below the surface in her. Once her sexual desires are released she becomes insatiable until its satisfied; and much of the time it took at least two men, my father and I, to completely satisfy her. 

Our family's dynamics had changed too. The three of us immediately shed a lot of our inhibitions. Nudity was simply no big deal. While in the house, the spa or in the back garden, we rarely wore clothes anymore. Often my parents would fuck in the spa or in the den or anywhere in the house. If they fucked in their bedroom they never closed the door and many times I'd walk in and watch them, sometimes jacking off as I did. In fact, mother and I did the same in my bedroom so my father could watch us fuck. They both enjoyed masturbation and seemed to especially enjoy watching me as I jack-off so I usually leave my bedroom door open in case they wanted to watch. 

Several days after my father and I fucked mother in the ass my parents were in the spa and I took advantage of the situation to go into their bedroom specifically to see if the flash drive was still in my father's bedside table. I felt odd sneaking in like that but I was curious. When I opened the drawer...the flash drive was gone. I felt a mixture of disappointment as well as relief.

A little later that same evening I joined them in the spa and after some time had passed I simply asked, 

"What's on the flash drive that you keep in the drawer next to your bed?"

Both of them were momentarily stunned at my question and they looked at each other.

"How do you know about that?" My father asked. "Did you look at it?" 

"No," I answered. "I knew you kept it in the drawer but I didn't look at it."

It was obvious that both my parents were unsettled by my question and they were quiet for a long moment. 

Mother took a deep breath and said, "It has lot of secrets on it...family secrets...our families' secrets. We've always planned on sharing it with you at a time when it seemed right. But, I don't know, we were just waiting for the right time to explain some things to you." 

"What do you mean secrets? What kind of secrets?" I said unsure of what she meant. "With what we've been doing," I paused a moment. "My sex education I mean...that's a pretty big secret, what could be bigger than that?" 

"The flash drive contains a lot of old and new photo and video files that we've kept for years," my father said. "Some of the photos are old and were taken even before your mother and I got married. I've been putting them on the flash drive for several years now." 

"So? I mean, considering what we've been doing...having so much sex...what's the big deal about that? 

Are there photos of the three of us having sex?"

"Not yet," my father said. "But we hope there will be," My father said. "We'd only do it if you agreed."

"Sure, I'd like that," I said honestly. The idea of being able to watch myself as I had sex with my parents; especially fucking my mother really turned me on.

The three of us were quiet for a moment and I was still a little confused by my parent's uneasiness over the flash drive. 

Mother looked directly at me and said, "It's not just some random photos and videos, it's a lot more. Our family has always been very close. Next to you and your father, my sister Carol and her family are the closest people in my life. We've always been that way." 

"As you obviously know, your mother and I are very sexual people," my father added. "We've always kept it hidden from you but now that you're of age we wanted to be honest with you by opening our sex lives and secrets with you. As your mother said, there are a lot of secrets on the flash drives." 

"What kind of secrets?" I wasn't sure what he meant and I glanced at my mother. 

Let's get out of the spa and go into the den where we can be more comfortable and we can talk," she said as she stood up as the warm water cascaded off her body. 

As we dried off the three of us didn't say anything. But my father had a raging hardons that I was sure needed to be satisfied several times. My father used his towel to dry my back and his right hand quickly went to my cock and he fondled it. I didn't say anything, I just enjoyed it. We followed mother into the den and I sat in an overstuffed chair directly across from the sofa. They sat side by side facing me and my father was fondling his hard cock as we got settled. Mother sat with her legs slightly spread so that I could clearly see her lovely pink pussy...she wanted me to see it and I knew that she wanted me to fuck it before the night was over. She was very turned-on. Occasionally her hand would gently come to rest on her pussy and she would finger her clitoris with the lightest touch before taking her hand away. Her pussy lips were a deep rose color that stood-out in contrast with the whiteness of her naked thighs.

"There are a couple more flash drives than the one you saw in my bedside table my father said. We've been adding things to them for several years."

"What sort of things?" I asked.

"It started with old photos of your mother and I having sex...even before we were married. As time went on we added homemade sex videos, things like that," He said. "We now have a large collection of family erotica. "

"So they're pictures and DVDs of you and mother having sex," I asked. 

"Uh huh," he said then he paused. "But there's a lot more too."

"Let me start at the beginning," mother said. She took a slow, deep breath as she looked at me. "As you know, your aunt Carol and I had a rough childhood, we got kicked around a lot, there was just a lot of uncertainty in our lives. We came to realize that we could only depend on each other. I guess you'd say that college was difficult for us because we just had a hard time trusting other people. We were in our early twenties and pretty naive. The first time Carol and I had sex was when we were in college; obviously it was a well-kept secret. We depended on each other and somehow having sex with each other seemed normal and good. We didn't talk about it much, it just happened. Every time we had sex was better than the time before. We continued to have sex even after we both were married. It wasn't until your father and I had been married for about a year before I admitted it to him. As usual he was very understanding."

"Understanding is not quite the word for it," he said with a soft chuckle. "I loved it. Your mother and I are very sexual people. Before we met we both were sexually active and one of the things that made our marriage so strong is that we shared and enjoyed the same things about sex." 

"Do you still have sex with Aunt Carol?" I asked.

"Yes," she admitted. 

"Is that what's on the flash drive?" 

"Well...yes," she smiled. 

"There's a lot more on the flash drive than just that," my father said. "Like your mother said, "We love sex and for as long as we've been married we've expanded the boundaries of our sex life. We had a very open marriage...sex with other people is what I mean. All most all were couples like us. We met them at parties." He hesitated a moment as his hand moved down and started gently fondling his erect cock. "I've taken a lot of pictures and videos over the years...that's what's on the flash drives, years of adult sex." He paused as if he was slightly unsure how to say what he said next. "They also contain a lot of family sex...we're not the only ones in our family who loves sex."

I was quiet for a moment; my mind was still wondering what would Brianna or Jason think if they knew about the flash drives and that our mothers had sex with each other? I was so focused on the question that I hadn't realized that I started fondling my own cock as well...but I didn't care, it felt good.

"Are you okay with what we're telling you?" My mother asked. 

"Yes." I assured her.

"Sex is an important part of life for some of the adults in our families and those flash drives hold many secrets," mother said. "Those flash drives go back many years," she paused for a moment as if she was thinking about what she was about to say. Things really got started in a big way when your father took a lot of photos of your Aunt Stacy and her husband Greg right after they were married. The four of us would get together on Saturday nights for sex. Greg had a pretty average cock, not as big as yours or your father's, but he really knew how to use it. After they moved to Florida we didn't see as much of them as we would have liked." 

"We agreed that when you were old enough and we told you about our secrets it would be best to go slow, we know it's a lot to handle," my mother smiled at me as she placed her right hand over her pussy and rubbed it slightly. Her middle finger parted her pussy lips and I watched as her finger disappeared into her vagina for a few seconds before she pulled it out again and concentrated on her clit. 

"There are a lot of old photographs, Polaroid's and a few old 8mm movie that your grandfather took a long time ago of your Grandmother being fucked by five men in a motel room on her thirty-fifth birthday. There are old black and white photos of your grandparents having sex with some of their old friends and of course, at some of our family adult parties from a long time ago. My parents were swingers many years ago and I never even suspected it, at least not until I got older." 

"Did you have sex with grandmother," I boldly asked him.

My father chuckled and answered, "Yes, a lot—it started right after I met your mother. It's one of the reasons we wanted to give you our version of a sex education, we both were pretty anxious to have you start enjoying sex with your mother. When we were all adults my brothers and I fucked our mother a lot and dad has fucked all of our wives. "Did he fuck you?" I asked mother. She smiled and nodded as she said, "Yes, a lot He fucked me at almost every party we went to...I think I was his favorite. He had a lot of stamina...he was very good at it, especially performing oral sex. He loved to clean your grandmother up when she had sex with other men and was full of cum.

"We love sex and tried to never judge what other people did in sexually, everyone's different but no one ever had to do anything they didn't feel comfortable doing, especially about family sex." 

I was a little hesitant but I finally asked the obvious question. "Do Brianna and Jason know about the flash drives? Do they know that you and their mother have sex?" I asked as I looked at mother.

"Yes," she answered. "Carol and your uncle Ray started Jason and Brianna's sex education almost a year ago. It's been Carol's idea for years, we all talked about it a lot over the years and your father and I liked the idea for several obvious reasons." 

I was stunned by the thought of Brianna and Jason fucking each other and fucking their parents and I almost came at just the thought as I sat in the chair. I could hardly think. My hand was drenched with precum and I stopped fondling myself and I kept glancing at mother's cunt. 

"My pussy is so wet and I'm so horny...do you like seeing my cunt baby? Do you like to see the wet hole where you've already left so much of your cum?" She was so turned on that I could see the wetness that was seeping out of her vagina. 

"Let me help you get off Donna," my father said as he turned toward her. I watched as his hand went directly to her cunt. He rubbed her clit for several minutes before he spread her pussy lips and pushed two fingers into her hole and started finger-fucking her. She immediately began to moan as the sloshing sound of her wet cunt filled the room. I could see the muscles on her abdomen jolting spasmodically as father's fingers fucked her hard and deeply. 

My mind was still on the thought of Brianna getting fucked by Jason, her father Ray, maybe even some of my uncles and I also wondered if maybe my father had already fucked her.

Just then mother let out a high-pitched whine as a very fast orgasm exploded inside her. "Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried out. I glanced down and saw my father's cock spurting streams of his cum on mother's thigh as she squeezed and jerked his cock roughly. I was that close to cuming too. I didn't dare even touch my super sensitive cock for fear that it would ejaculate immediately on its own. I wanted to hold back my orgasm, saving my first cum for the dark, warm depths of my mother's vagina. 

Father slowed his fingering of mother's pussy before he moved back on the sofa and bent forward and began licking his own cum off of her thigh. Mother held her eyes closed and ran her fingers through his hair as she enjoyed the moment of deep intimacy with her husband.

When she opened her eyes she looked directly at me and asked again, "I know I've asked you this before but I'll ask again, are you okay with everything we've been telling you about our family secrets? We want you to see everything on the flash drives but we wanted to, sort of, prepare you a little. It's quite a secret our family holds" 

"Yes, I'm fine with it," I answered honestly." 

"Good, because there's more," 

We just looked at each other as father finished licking up his cum; it was an incredibly erotic sight. I could see a white drop of cum hat was still dripping out of the end of his cock. I don't know why but I had the strongest urge to get up from my chair, move over and suck the remaining cum out of his cock...but I didn't move. 

When he pulled his fingers out of mother's stretched vagina the opening was slow to close completely and for a moment I could see the tunnel of darkness that was inside her vagina. I was fighting to keep from cuming and the sight of her hole was almost more than I could handle. I was surprised when she looked at me and said, "Are you about to cum?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Cum inside me baby...come over here, fuck me and leave your cum inside me."

I moved over toward the sofa as she pulled her knees up toward her chest spreading her legs even wider. I quickly got between her legs knowing I would cum at any moment. I slipped the swollen head of my cock into her hole and after only a few strokes I felt my cock beginning to spew my cum into my mother's cunt. "I'm...sorry," I moaned, "I can't stop it mother...I'm cuming! Oh fuck mother, I'm cuming! Fuck!" I pounded her warm pussy as hard as I could but I was too late, I was already cuming. Mother kept whispering," Yes baby, fuck your mother...leave your cum inside me...fuck me! Cum in me!" Several moments afterward my father got off of the sofa and left the room as mother and I remained locked in our sexual embrace. My penis was still held inside her vagina and occasionally pulsing in an attempt to empty every bit of my cum inside her. We stayed on the sofa like that—simply holding each other—sharing the most wonderful emotional feelings between a mother and a son after having sex with each other—even if the sex was only for a very few moments. It was obvious to me that I'd managed to empty every drop of cum into my mother's vagina just then but, I also knew that very soon I'd be able to cum again. 

My mind was reeling with the things that my parents had been telling me. My intense curiosity about how Brianna might participate in family sex was foremost in my mind. 'My God,' I thought, what she must look like lying on a bed with her perfect legs spread apart as some man in our family fucks her...I could only imagine. 

I got off my mother's body and sat back on the sofa next to her as my father came back in the room. He sat next to me on the sofa. He glanced at mother and asked, did you tell him about—" 

"No, I was just about to when you came back."

"Tell me what?" I asked. 

"I'll tell him," he said cheerfully. His cock was hard again and he started fondling himself as he said, " like your mother and I have been telling you, there's a lot on those flash drives...mostly unrestricted family sex...everyone who participated did what they liked and, as a family, we understood and were fine with it. I know you're not aware of it but," he paused a moment before saying, "Sometimes I really like sucking a cock and having sex with another man." He paused as he put his hand on my cock and wrapped his fingers around my sticky shaft—sticky from mother and my recent fuck juices. There's a lot of video of your uncle Ray and I; your uncle Tyler and your uncle Jeff and I having man to man sex as well as other family members engaged in sex." He paused again. "I was in my twenties when your grandfather sucked my cock for the first time...I still remember everything that led up to it. I was over at their house helping them build a new fence, it was hot and when we were done I took a shower in my old bathroom. I was about to get out of the shower when you grandfather came into the bathroom...nude, and without saying anything he opened the shower door and got in with me. What surprised me the most was that he had a large cock and it was already very hard. I didn't do or say anything, I just stood there and he started playing with my cock. He finally asked me if I'd ever had another man suck my cock and I honestly answered, "No." He just smiled at me and got on his knees in front of me and started sucking my cock in the shower. I couldn't get over how good it felt, he was a very good cocksucker and it seemed like it took a long time before I finally came. When I did cum it was really a hard one and he swallowed every drop of my cum...I'd never knew that I could have such a powerful orgasm. I was a little surprised that my knees held me up when I finally came.

"When we got out of the shower I remember that your grandmother had been standing at the bathroom door the whole time watching your grandfather suck my cock. She had a thin cotton dress on that showed that she was naked underneath. She still had a good looking body for a woman her age and she came right out and asked me if I enjoyed what had happened and I told her the truth—that I loved it. Your grandfather and I were toweling off when your grandmother slipped her dress off over her shoulders and stood next to me completely naked and playfully asked, 'do you have enough cum left to fuck me too?' 




Sex Education Ch. 05



I wasn't sure if I did at that moment but it didn't matter. The three of us had our first evening of incredible sex. During that first time they told me all about their years-long experiences as swingers and they admitted to me for the first time that they were both bisexuals. It was a hell of an evening. It was also the first time that I sucked a cock and swallowed cum." He paused before adding, "That evening unlocked something inside me and ever since I've always loved the taste, the smell, and the silky texture of cum in my mouth, in my ass, and especially when it's dripping from your mother's pussy. After that first time, every time I went over to their house it seemed that we'd end up in bed and had sex just like we're doing with you."

My father is very masculine and I was shocked by what he admitted yet at the same time the thought of him having man to man sex...sucking on a hard cock deeply aroused me and made me very horny. There had been times that I secretly fantasized about another man shooting a load of cum in my mouth...wondering what it felt and tasted like. I never told anyone my secret and suddenly, after my father admitted that he, like his father, enjoyed man to man sex it didn't seem like such a big deal. 

"Before we were married your father and I kept our secrets from each other for a while; we each wanted to tell the other about it but we were...I don't know...afraid of what the other might think. Then one night as we were engaged in some pretty heavy foreplay and I started to suck his cock your father just came out and asked me what I would think if I ever saw him having sex with his father? I remember letting his cock slip from my mouth and, I'll be honest, I was still a little unsure about sharing my secret and I simply answered by asking him, 'what would you say if you saw me having sex with my sister?

"It was finally out and I know we both felt so relieved that our private secrets were finally out. We talked and shared everything for what seemed like hours, holding nothing back. We both understood how important they were to each other. Your father and I enjoyed the longest foreplay we'd ever had and afterward we fucked for hours. 

As my father sat next to me he played with my cock and it was slowly getting harder. His admission really aroused my mother and she had her hand over her pussy and was gently rubbing it. "I really love to watch your father having sex...with a woman or a man...it turns me on," she said softly. "It makes me so horny. I love it when he kisses me and I can smell and taste the cum in his mouth." She was quiet for a long moment. "We could hardly wait until you were old enough to share our secrets with. We were sure that you'd understand everything and accept the fact that, as far as sex goes, we're not like other families. We're very secure in what we do and we love it." 

"Have you had sex with Brianna?" I asked my father. 

"No, not yet, he said with a smile then added, "She's wasn't exactly a virgin." 

I was very curious about what he meant and at the same time I knew the answer was on the flash drives.

"Carol and Ray started Brianna and Jason's sex education about three months ago," mother said. "It worked so well we were anxious to get started when you were old enough to join us but it had to be the right time." 

My father got up and went into their bedroom and when he returned he was carrying a large pink vibrator that rotated back and forth and had a small bird-shaped clit stimulator on the top of the barrel. He knelt down in front of mother and switched it on as she spread her legs. I was captivated by the sight and sound of the vibrator slowly fucking her wet pussy. Father reached over with his right hand and started to fondle my dick as he continued working on mother's cunt. I adjusted my position and spread my thighs wide apart to give him better access to my cock and balls. I was at an incredible level of arousal. Nothing mattered to me except pleasure and satisfaction. Father worked on mother and me with complete control. His hand stroked my dick—stopping only long enough to fondle my ball sack. A couple of times his finger would brush lightly against my anus...I wasn't sure if it was accidental or not but it didn't matter, I was driven by my own powerful sexual desires that I could barely keep in check.

Mother was moaning loudly as her lower body moved to meet the vibrator each time my father pushed it into her pink fleshy hole. Soon my father was furiously fucking mother with the pink plastic toy. Her orgasm was building and their motion becoming more frantic as her sweet cries filled the room. "Fuck me!" She cried over and over. 

For only a moment she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Baby, hold momma's hand as I cum," she cried as her hand searched for mine. Our hands met...our fingers interwoven only moments before a flood of pleasure caused by the vibrator in father's hand slammed into her pussy and spread throughout her naked body. "Fuck! Oh my god! Fuck! My pussy's cuming! Fuck me! Fuck me and never stop," she cried loudly as her hand forcefully gripped mine. I saw a stream of clear liquid spurt forcefully from her pussy and drench my father's hand as he kept fucking her with the buzzing toy. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. 

When mother's body finally relaxed somewhat father slipped the toy from her vagina and leaned forward and buried his face in her pussy and began licking up the fluid from her wet thighs and cunt. She actually had another small orgasm as he cleaned her up. 

I'd only heard a little about FE; female ejaculation before and when I saw it happen to mother as she came, it absolutely stunned me with the most erotic desires, it was so beautiful, sexual and honest it affected me deeply. Mother later told me that it didn't always happen, just certain times when she was deeply aroused she would ejaculate the clear fluid.

The three of us stayed on the sofa in the den for a couple of hours; lounging, talking, relaxing and enjoying the afterglow of the intense sex we had shared. 

I asked a question that was still on my mind, "Are there are more secrets on the flash drive that you haven't told me about?"

Mother looked directly at me and answered, "Yes, a few. Over the years everyone in the family was free to express themselves sexually at our family parties on often in private homes. Some even enjoy fetish play with other members of the family and sometimes an outsider would be involved. It was never harmful and no one was ever forced to do anything they didn't want to do. That was the strongest rule we had and everyone obeyed it. So to answer your question simply, the answer is yes, there are other secrets on the flash drive. "However, your father and I were most concerned about how you would react to our secrets."

"To be honest, it's surprising and at the same time I really love it," I added. "I'm fine with it—it makes me feel really horny just to be a part of it." 

I glanced over and saw that my father had another erection and it was gently throbbing in his hand. He looked at mother and said, "Donna, come over here and ride this." Mother got up from the sofa and moved over and straddled my father's his waist facing toward his feet. She lowered her body down as father directed his penis into her vagina. I watched as she slowly became impaled on his hard cock. When it was completely inside her she rode up and down and they fucked for several minutes until my father urged her to lie back against him. As mother's upper body leaned back, my father's cock still stayed inside her. In this position everything they had was fully exposed to me. As they fucked gently my father told me to come over and eat mother's pussy while he fucked her vagina. I got off the sofa and knelt on the floor between their legs. His wet penis was going in and out of mother's vagina and her clitoris was completely exposed to me. 

I moved forward and took mother's bright red clit in my mouth and began to lick and suck it the way she'd taught me to. With my face on her cunt I could feel the underside of my father's cock rubbing and bumping against my chin. Mother gently held my head in place as my tongue circled and flicked at her swollen clit. Both my parents were moaning and my nostrils were full of the thick, beautiful smell of their sex. The position was a little awkward but incredibly erotic. I could taste mother's wetness as it seeped out of her pussy and I could feel my father's cock that almost felt as if it was fucking us both. 

The tension and urgency of the three of us was powerful. We were in sync, giving to each other and taking from each other. The tempo of our bodies built to an unbelievable level and suddenly my father groaned loudly as he started to cum. He quickly pulled his wet cock out of mother's sweet, vagina and the head of his penis pushed against my lower lip as the first pulse of his cum shot out of the end of his cock and smeared on my chin. I stopped eating my mother and quickly took the head of his penis into my mouth...I was so turned on, I wanted to taste his cum and Immediately, I felt the second, and much smaller, spurt ejaculate in my mouth as it coated my tongue with it's smooth, warm texture. I wasn't sure what to do so I just kept sucking and milking my father's cock for anything that was left. 

Mother was moaning loudly, her body almost out of control and she quickly brought her right hand down and began slapping and rubbing her clitoris with a furious, roughness I had never seen before. In only moments the pent-up sexual tension exploded inside her as her body jolted with the most intense pleasure a woman in her position can have. 

The three of us were completely exhausted and satisfied. With effort we left the den and got into the spa. The hot water felt good against our naked skin and our well-used genitals and made us relax even more. We chatted softly as if we were somehow afraid that any loud noise would break the spell of sexual enjoyment we all shared at the moment.

"When can I see what's on the flash drive," I finally asked. 

Mother looked at my father with a soft smile before turning back to me. "Anytime you want—we'll watch together."



Sex Education Ch. 05



I lean so my erection tilts down toward her mouth and let a trickle of Tequila run along the top of my shaft. Jennifer opens her mouth to gather the liquor and then moves forward to take my shaft. 

I look down to see a woman who occupied many a fantasy of mine when I was married. My dick is deep in her mouth and her eyes lock onto mine. I see pure lust.

She sucks me ravenously for several minutes. I enjoy the pleasure, but am nowhere near to cumming.

She breaks off and says, "Let's all go to the bedroom. I want to fuck you."

We move and strip the top covers from my bed. Jennifer pushes me and I fall onto my back. She lies on top of me and we start kissing. I let my hands rove her body, savoring the feel of her smooth skin and cupping her cheeks to press her against me. She is still wearing her jeans and the rough material begins to chaff my dick.

"You have to lose the pants," I say.

"Caroline, can you get these jeans off? And, Shelly please get my bag from the living room."

I feel Caroline's fingers slide between us and she undoes Jennifer's jeans and pulls the zipper her down. She also allows her hand to stroke me.

"Later, honey, just get these off," Jenifer says.

Caroline tugs the jeans past Jennifer's hips and then off her completely. There is just thin cotton rubbing against me now. Caroline puts her hands to the waist band and I stop her.

"I've got this," I say.

I take the fabric and rip it away. I feel a smooth pussy rub against my cock.

"Oh, shit, this feels good," she cries as she rubs up and down my cock.

Jennifer turns her head and eyes her large bag. She rises up and takes it from her sister. After rummaging through it, she extracts a box of condoms. She pulls one from the package, tears it with her teeth and rolls it on me.

Caroline and Shelly sit on either side of us. Jennifer gets on her knees and positions her damp pussy over my tip. I look down at the smooth lips and raise my hips to make the connection. Jennifer pushes back and then slowly takes all of me inside her.

Her ass rests on my thighs and I start to move.

She pushes against my chest. 

"Give me a second, Mac," she says gasping for breath.

I remain still. Jennifer's eyes are closed as she lets her body grow accustomed to what is inside her. 

Her eyes open and she grins. 

I grin.

She rises up and starts fucking me.

Jennifer is wild. She is pounding me. Her arms push down on my chest as her pussy rises up. She finds a pace that seems to work for her and keeps a steady rhythm. I play with her boobs that are bouncing wildly above my face. I try to suck on one, but they are moving too much.

After a few minutes, Jennifer starts to grunt loudly. She increases her pace and I feel her clinching my dick with her insides. She now is almost shouting as her thrusts get violent. With one final movement, she impales me and cries out. I feel her body quiver and she collapses on my chest. I raise my hips to move in and out and she cries, "No more, please."

I wrap her in my arms and she begins to calm down.

Finally she rolls off. I look at Caroline and Shelly and see they have stripped. Caroline has a surprisingly full pussy that is only trimmed to fit inside her bikini bottoms. It is dark and wiry.

Shelly has a thin blond line above her full lips.

Each has a finger inside.

"Jesus, that was hot," Shelly says.

"Oh yeah," answers Caroline. "Look he's still semi-hard. Pass me the condoms."

Caroline rolls off the used one, sucks until I'm fully hard and puts on a clean one. 

She makes me move over and then assumes a doggy style position, next to Jennifer who has yet to open her eyes.

I move behind her.

"I'm not quite ready. Shelly, make me wet."

I move aside and Shelly crawls underneath Caroline. She tugs on her hips and pulls Caroline's pussy to her mouth. I see her tongue start to work and Caroline starts to mew.

Looking at the exposed pussy of the young woman gets me worked up. I slip a finger inside Shelly. She responds by pushing against me. I work another digit in and begin moving in and out. I bend and take her clit between my lips. I suck and lick it hard with my tongue. A sweetness fills my mouth. "Young pussy," I think to myself. I wonder if Ruthann would have tasted this nice. Probably better, I think.

I pull my fingers out and tell Shelly to move. She does and I line up my tip and the red and wet slit. I take her in one push.

Caroline screams and I can feel how tight she is. I know I should give her time to adjust as I did with Jennifer, but, for some reason, anger is building in me and I just start plunging. She cries to take it easy, but I pound harder. At first she pulls away from me, but I hold her hips and thrust. Soon, however, she is pushing back hard. We fuck each other in earnest. 

Her ass is tiny. I slap it and she cries out again. I slap her harder and she pushes harder against me. I am going as fast as I can in and out of her pussy and accentuate my thrusts with occasional slaps on her ass.

"Oh, Mac, I'm cumming soon," she cries.

I slide my hand around and feel her clit. It is rigid and she moans when I touch it. I run my fingers along her slit, soaking them with her juices.

"Shelly, play with her clit," I command.

I take my wet forefinger and place it at the exposed puckered ring above my cock as it continues to plunge in and out of her pussy.

I press against it and Caroline calls out, "Oh God, no, I can't take it."

I let some spit dribble down on the opening and I push hard. I am in to my first knuckle and Caroline moves her ass side to side as if to rid her of this new intruder.

"Shelly, when I tell you, pinch her clit hard."

She nods.

I fuck her faster. Caroline is making sounds, but no words. I know she is close. I can feel her contracting around my shaft. I decide to go for it.

"Now," I say to Shelly. 

I plunge my finger all the way in Caroline's anus and ram my cock as deep as I can into her. Shelly does her job and Caroline screams.

I cannot hold myself back and I'm filling the condom in her pussy. Caroline falls face first into the bed. I feel Shelly's hand trapped underneath our weight. I extract my finger and my softening dick from Caroline. Shelly pulls her hand away. We look at the two women next to each other on the bed.

I pull the sheet over them and head to the bathroom. I toss the used condom into the trash and wash my hands. Shelly appears next to me and drops down to clean my cock with her mouth.

I pull her up and lead her back to the bed. She sits on the edge and I grab the Tequila bottle. 

"I'm a little thirsty," I say. I push her back onto her elbows and pour some liquid onto her navel. As it makes it way down, I put my mouth to her pussy. I lap up the liquor and then begin to enjoy the other taste. Her hips start to move in sync with the movements of my tongue. I make it last for a long time.

She pulls my face to her and licks her juices from my lips.

"Fuck me."

I pull on a condom and, after pulling her legs around my waist, I slowly push my length into her.

"Give it to me," she cries.

I do. Her tightness is driving me crazy and the friction is moving me quickly to the edge. Both Caroline and Jennifer are watching us as they finger each other.

Shelly cums hard and I follow her. I drop her legs and collapse onto the bed, nestled among three naked women.

I awake some time later. The four of us are still in bed. One by one the women stir and sit up. Jennifer motions for the bottle on the bedside table. I pass it to her and she takes a long pull. She hands it to Caroline who drinks and then Shelly takes a sip. I down a mouthful. 

Jennifer pulls down the sheet and looks at my limp dick.

"That will not do," she announces.

"Hey, he's had quite a workout," I offer in defense.

"Tough shit," she says. "We aren't through."

She grabs her bag and pulls out a small bottle. She uncaps it and pours a little blue pill into her palm.

"Miracle drug," she says with a smirk.

"I never needed that before," I say.

"Well, you've got three ladies all wanting to play, so there's always a first time."

She hands me the pill and I swallow it with another long pull on the Tequila. I am feeling the effects of the booze.

"And, speaking of modern pharma," Jennifer says as she opens a baggie. 

I look at the small objects. "And, that is..."

"Just a bit of X."

"I don't do drugs," I say.

"Yeah, and you never took a boner pill before. And, probably never fucked three women in the course of an hour. New territory, Mac. This is going to be a long night. A little lift will really make us fly."

She places on one her tongue and Caroline and Shelly open their mouths to receive a tab. I shrug and do the same.

"Ok, now let's have some real fun," Jennifer says as she dumps the rest of the contents of her bag on the bed. I am already feeling funny and can hardly make out everything in a pile. I think I see some handcuffs, a couple dildo-looking things, a scarf and that's all that registers.

"Jennifer, you're the coolest," says Shelly.

"And, the hottest," adds Caroline as I think I see her pushing her face between Jennifer's legs toward the smooth pussy that appears to be brimming with moisture.

I smile. "This could get out of control," I think. That is also the last clear thought I have.

Sometime later, I can't say for sure how long, I hear it.

The noise just does not go away. It's some kind of musical tone accompanied by a drum.

I will it to stop, but it continues. It's hurting my head, which seems to be on the verge of exploding.

I try to open my eyes. I can't see. I panic. 

"Am I blind?"

I feel something across my face, covering my eyes. I try to move my hand to pull it off. I can't move my hand. More panic.

"Wait. I can move my fingers, but my hand seems to be caught on something. What's going on?"

I try to stand, but my feet don't move.

I hear a female voice. 

"Shelly, will you go and see who the fuck is banging on the fucking door?"

I feel a movement.

In a few seconds I hear a vaguely familiar voice.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you answering my cousin's door naked?"

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and then the voice again.

"Holy fucking shit! What the fuck is going on?"

I really wish I could move or see.

"Hi, Sam."

"Jennifer! What's going on?"

"Really, Sam, what do you think is going on?"

I realize that Sam, my cousin, is in the room where I am with Jennifer. Wait, did she say Shelly a minute ago. My brain begins to clear. "Hey, wasn't Caroline here, too?" I ask myself.

"Why don't the three of you get dressed and get out."

"I have a better thought," says Jennifer. "Why don't you get undressed and join us. God, I bet you are wild. I always wondered what kind of a body you have."

"Keep wondering," says Sam. "Now, get the fuck out of here."

"Sam, we're all adults and..."

"Jennifer, I do not want to hear any bullshit. Either you get the fuck out, or everyone, including your husband and the entire Barton Hills Academy will hear about this."

"No need to get hysterical, Sam. We can go."

I feel a movement on the bed and then a crash.

"Jesus, Jennifer, you can't even walk."

"I'll be ok," I hear her say.

I feel another movement as someone gets off the bed. In a second I feel a body falling back onto the bed.

"Is no one sober here? Shit. Give me a minute," Sam's voice cries out.

I hear her talking to someone, probably on her cell phone. It sounds as if she's moved into the hallway.

I feel a mouth on my dick. I realize it is hard as a rock.

"Jesus, Jennifer, take Mac's dick out of your mouth," screams Sam.

The mouth releases my dick.

"Just because you don't like cock, Sam, doesn't mean you should not let others have fun. Hey, if you want you can eat Shelly. Or, Caroline. She's really sweet."

"Jennifer, you are fucking crazy. Now, get dressed."

I feel a hand run up and down my erection and then there is a lot of movement on the bed.

Sam tells them to hurry. 

"Look, Jennifer, my friend is coming over. She can drive you home in your car. You can come back tomorrow for the other car."

"That's mine," said a voice on my left.

"And, you are?"

"Shelly. Jennifer's sister."

"And, you with the nipple clips are...?

"Caroline. Jennifer's friend."

"Jesus. Can you all at least finish getting dressed?"

I feel more movement.

"Some of our clothes are downstairs."

"Just get them all and get dressed."

I hear another thud.

"Here, Jennifer, let me help you," Sam says.

"Sam, you are kinda hot in an offbeat way," I hear Jennifer say. "Maybe we should fuck."

"Not in this lifetime," Sam replies.

I hear grunts as Sam helps Jennifer stand. There are sounds of people walking about and then the room is quiet. I hear voices downstairs. The doorbell rings and another voice joins the chorus. My head is pounding. I want to sleep.

After a few minutes, the door slams and the house is silent. I then hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Quite a sight, Cuz."

I feel Sam's hands move behind my head and next I'm blinded by light.

I squint and finally my eyes adjust. I am in my bedroom. The overhead light is on.

I look to my right and see my hand cuffed to the bed. Painfully I turn and see my left hand similarly affixed.

I look down to see my feet spread-eagled and cuffed to the bottom. My gaze stops at my erection pointing up at the ceiling.

Sam is digging through the big bag that Jennifer had. She extracts a small key. 

"I should just leave you like this. What the hell is going on?"

"Uh, well, I think it may have been a bit of an orgy."

Sam laughs. "A bit! Yeah, I'd say so. You are cuffed to a bed with a fucking boner while three naked babes surrounded you. Yeah, maybe something like an orgy."

Sam moves in to unlock the cuffs on my ankles.

"Ugh. You smell awful. You stink like piss. And the sheets smell like piss."

I vaguely remember Caroline sitting on my dick while Jennifer stood over us. I recall something warm flowing on me and running off Caroline's body. Could she have pissed on us? Nah. 

Well, maybe?

Sam leaves me cuffed and goes to the bathroom. She returns with a damp towel and begins to wipe me. She reaches my erection and moves beyond it to my legs.

She wipes me down and then goes to get a dry towel.

I keep squirming on the bed. Sam uncuffs my legs and I squirm more, rubbing my butt along the damp sheets.

"What's the matter?" she asks.

"My butt feels strange," I answer.

She motions for me to roll over. Even though my hands are still secured, I manage to get up on my side.

"Oh, gross."

"What?" I ask.

"Do you have any rubber gloves or anything?"

"What?" I ask again, more panic seeping into my mind.

"Oh, I can use this condom."

I hear the foil ripping and feel Sam's hands at my butt. I flinch as something is pulled from me.

I look back to see Sam holding the end of a vibrator with her fingers secured inside a condom. She turns it off and the strange buzzing I was hearing disappears. 

"You let them put a dildo up your ass, Mac?"

"Honest, Sam, I don't remember that. Hell, I don't remember much."

Sam drops the object in the trash basket by my bed and unlocks the cuffs on my wrists.

"Mac, you need a shower bad. Can you manage?"

I stand and begin to sway.

Sam grabs me and eases back onto the bed. She tells me to stay there while she goes to find a hamper for the soiled sheets.

She returns wearing rubber kitchen gloves. She begins tidying the room. She makes a repulsive face every time she picks up a used condom and drops it in a plastic bag.

"Can you get up now?" she asks.

I try standing, but the room spins and I flop back down.

"Christ, you need to get a shower now," moans Sam. "I think there's piss in your hair."

"I can help," comes a voice from the doorway.

We turn to see Crystal standing there.

"I'll take him in the shower. After all, I've already seen him nude and hard."

"Crystal, you don't have to," says Sam.

"Yeah," I add. "I'll be ok."

"Don't think so," Crystal says. She starts to pull off her clothes. "You can hardly stand. It's ok, I used to work in a nursing home and had to bathe the residents all the time."

She is now nude standing in front of me.

"Of course, they didn't come with a nice handle like this to hold on to," she says staring at my erection. She pulls it playfully.

"Just don't get any ideas," counters Sam laughing.

"Oh, I get ideas," purrs Crystal. 

She kisses Sam. 

"As a matter of fact, don't throw those handcuffs away."

The two women help me stand and Crystal leads me to my bathroom. 

She cleans me up and dries me afterwards.

We go naked back into my bedroom to see Sam stuffing the last of the bed clothes into the hamper.

"At least, the piss didn't soak down to the mattress," she says and then stares at me.

"Christ, Mac, you're still hard."

"I think I may have taken a Viagra or something."

"Just one?"

I shrug. 

"Anything else?" Sam asks.

"Besides the Tequila and Ecstasy?"

Sam groans.

"Crystal, let's get him dressed."

"Sam, we can't leave him like this," says Crystal gesturing to my erection.

"And, you suggest...?" says Sam with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

"I can let my fingers do the walking."

"Uh, no, guys, listen it will go away by itself."

"Not likely if it hasn't in the forty minutes we've been here," says Crystal.

Sighing, Sam says, "Well, get on with it."

I lie on the bare bed. Crystal slips her hand on my cock. I move uneasily as she strokes me.

"What?"

"It's a little sore."

"Is there any lube in that sex bag of Jennifer's," Crystal asks.

Sam roots through and pulls out a tube.

Crystal coats her palms and strokes me. It feels better. In a minute, it feels very good.

Crystal keeps increasing the tempo and adds her other hand to massage my balls. I am now raising my hips off the bed.

"Close," I gasp.

Crystal bends and takes my tip into her mouth. She sucks, sticks her tongue in my pee hole and strokes. 

The dam breaks and I start shooting. She pulls back after the first shot and keeps milking me until I have the last couple dribbles running down my softening shaft.

She motions to Sam to come to her. 

She opens her mouth and I can see some of my cum inside. Sam looks at her, then at me and back at her. She moves her mouth until their lips meet. Kissing, Crystal pushes her tongue deep into Sam's mouth. I can see them moving their tongues back and forth.

Finally breaking apart, Sam looks at me with a silly grin.

"Well, Cuz, I got my wish and saw a guy get off. I even got to sample the product. But as much it was a unique experience, I think I'll stick to pussy."

Crystal uses a washcloth to clean the rest of the cum. They find clean clothes, help me dress and then escort me downstairs. 

"Coffee is in order."

I sit in the living room as the two women busy themselves in the kitchen.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" I ask as they work in the kitchen.

"Hey, shithead, you were supposed to have dinner with me, Crystal and Mom tonight. When you didn't show, I called your cell. No answer. I called the garage, no answer. I reached Charlie and he said you left early. I kept calling your cell. Finally, worried that something might have happened, I drove over here. I see cars in the driveway and call your cell again. Nothing. So, I begin banging on the door. Finally, some naked babe answers with her tits all happy to see me. Surprise!"

Crystal and Sam bring a tray with three coffees and some ham sandwiches.

"I don't think I can eat," I say.

"Mac, you need some food to absorb the booze and drugs. Eat."

I sip the coffee and down a sandwich.




Sex Education Ch. 05



When I'm through Crystal clears our plates.

Sam looks at me.

"Mac, what's going on?"

I start to get defensive. 

"I'm an adult, Sam. I can see women. I can date."

"Mac, that was not dating. That was a fucking orgy."

"So?"

"So, that's not you."

"Oh, and who am I?"

Sam looks at me and I see a tear in the corner of her eye.

"You, Mac, are one of the best men I know. You respect everyone. You care for people. You're nice. You're respectable. You do not go getting involved in a sex romp with a bunch of trampy married women."

"Uh, Shelly's not married," I offer.

Sam glares at me. "BFD!"

"Yeah, well maybe I changed."

Sam stares at me as if she's looking at a stranger.

"A person can't change that much, that fast. I find it hard to believe."

Crystal has returned and sits on the arm of Sam's chair. She puts her hand on Sam's shoulder, comforting her lover.

"Mac, what are you trying to erase?" asks Crystal.

I snap, "I'm not trying to erase anything. I just wanted to have some fun. Some sex. Yeah, I wanted to get fucked. Is that all right with the two of you? As if you don't do freaky stuff. Christ, two lesbians trying to tell me what is right about sex."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I want to pull them back, but they are gone. I see the hurt in Sam's face.

"Sam, I didn't mean..."

"Fuck you Mac." She stood but Crystal pulls her back.

"We are not leaving on that note," she says firmly. "You, two, love each other. I am not going to let some words spoken in haste and in the heat of the moment come between you."

"Mac, did you mean what you said?" Crystal asks.

I felt my own tears brimming.

"God, no. I love you, Sam. I am happy you have Crystal. I really like you, too, Crystal. The two of you are perfect together. I always wanted only what you want for yourself, Sam. I don't care if you're gay. I love you. Please forgive me."

Sam rushes to my arms. I hold her and we both cry.

After we settle down, Sam turns her face to me.

"You're still an asshole."

"Probably always will be," I answer.

Crystal goes to get us more coffee.

I snuggle Sam in my arms. She and my aunt are my family. Sam is by far my best friend. I can't believe I almost destroyed all that.

Crystal returns and sits next to me. I wrap my arm around her and the three of us sit snuggling on the couch.

"I was trying to erase all thoughts of Mim. I figured by giving into the carnal pleasures I knew Jennifer would bring, I could wipe my mind free from Mim."

"You love her that much," asks Sam.

I nod.

"What are you doing about it?"

I remain silent.

Crystal takes my hand. Her skin is rough from all her work at the coffee shop, but her touch is gentle.

"Mac, I don't know all that much about relationships. I do know, though, that bottling up a feeling only builds pressure, it doesn't relieve it."

"Yeah, I think I get that now," I say.

I ask the time and Sam says it's just past midnight.

"I need to sleep," I say.

Crystal kisses me softly and Sam helps me upstairs to the spare bedroom which has clean sheets. 

They each lean in to kiss me goodnight.

Crystal says softly, "Mac, Sam and I talked. If you ever get like this again, call us. We can take care of you."

I crawl under the covers with my clothes still on and fall into darkness. Erotic images of a naked Sam and Crystal won't leave my mind.

The next day I wake early. It's a Saturday, and I decide not to go into the garage. Charlie can handle the light load we have. I call him and tell him to let me know if he needs a hand. He assures me he can manage.

I take a long shower and then wash the bed linens from yesterday. My shame grows as I stuff the stinking sheets into the washer. 

"God," I think. "A fucking golden shower! What a jerk I am."

I also clean my bedroom from top to bottom, trying to exorcize the demons from last night.

Later I look out and see that Shelly's car is gone. Thankfully, they did not knock when they were here.

It is not until early afternoon that I check my cell phone. I see the multiple missed calls from Sam from yesterday. There is a new one.

I play a message from Dede. She has finished the painting and invites me out to see it and have dinner before she ships it to her client.

I call her back and we set a time for this evening.

I arrive at Dede's just as the sun is setting. Spring has arrived and the days are longer and full of the fragrance of the annual renewal.

Dede greets me with a warm hug and kiss. I think of the night we shared her bed. I inwardly shudder as I contrast the beauty of our lovemaking with what I experienced with Jennifer, Caroline and Shelly.

She leads me through the house and to her studio.

The painting is stretched, mounted and framed. The size is overwhelming by itself.

I stand and admire the artistry. Dede has captured the violence of the sea, the wantonness of the Sirens and the torn desire of Odysseus. I think she may have enhanced certain parts to make him look more sexy and I mention it to Dede.

"Not really, Mac. You looked like that."

She slips her hand into mine. 

"And, I did get to determine that it worked as good as it looked."

I turn to kiss her. We embrace, kissing softly.

"Thank you for that, Dede. You are amazing. I will never forget our night."

"Me, neither," she says softly in my ear. "Probably not going to happen again?"

I kiss her again.

"Yeah, probably not. But, god, it was spectacular."

"Sure was, Mac."

"I heard from Mim," Dede says as she holds my hand.

"Oh?"

"James died last week. She said it was peaceful. Mim believes he is in a better place, probably one that is without confusion."

I can find no words.

"She said she is exhausted. She told me she won't be coming back, not for a while anyway. Asking that I not try to get in touch with her, she said she is going off on her own to try to sort things out."

"Did she...?"

"Did she ask about you?"

I nod.

"She asked me to tell you that the thoughts of the good times she had with you help her to get through the dark times."

My stomach clinches. I realize I am squeezing Dede's hand.

I relax my grip.

"Sorry. Hope I didn't hurt you."

Dede looks up and kisses me gently. 

"Max, you never hurt me. You are a good guy. Given different time and circumstances, I think I would be wanting to give us a chance."

I kiss her back. Our bodies meld together. I feel her small breasts pushing against my chest. My hands softly cup her ass.

"I think that would be a hell of a risk, but I also think that maybe we could have made a run for it. But, right now..."

Dede hugs me. We step apart.

"I know, Mac, I know. Not a good time for either of us."

"What should I do?"

Dede looks at me. "Mac, I can't say. If you want to go to Mim, that has to be your choice. She did not indicate she wanted you, or anyone to go to her. I honestly don't know where she is. I tried calling after we spoke, but her cell doesn't work. She's dropped out of sight."

I nod and a dim memory starts worming its way forward.

Dede kisses me again and says she's going to start packing and crating the painting.

"Can you get the roll of bubble wrap? It's in the garage, on the shelf in the back."

I go out to look for the roll of bubble wrap.

As soon as I open the door, I see the British Racing Green Jaguar. I look at the lines of the machine. I recall the first time I saw Mim climbing out of the car. I thought that each were the embodiment of sexuality and sensuality. My mind time travels to Mim and me at the inn in Marblehead. I recall the lines of her body standing naked in front of the fire in our room.

I'm holding the packing material that will enable Dede to ship her painting to its new owner. An idea springs to my mind. My heart races and my spirits rise.

I now know what I am going to do.

(The final chapter of this part of our story is soon to come.) 



Sex Education Ch. 06



The sun warmed the stone seat of the crude bench. She sat quietly, her long skirt draped over her crossed legs.

As the pleasant breeze flowed across her body it lifted the ends of her short hair. She looked over the valley, verdant and lush in the spring. The blend of new greens and ancient grey rocks both buoyed her heart and infused her with a lingering melancholy. She was home, but her heart felt like a stranger. Her gaze fixed on the old castle across the way sitting nearly as high on its ridge as her stone cottage rested on this hill. She thought she was like that old structure. Still standing, but not good for too much. She felt stuck between her past and a strangled hope for a better future—a future devoid of love.

Her eye caught movement along the narrow road coming from the village. She could make out a car moving quickly, alone on the well-worn surface. The sun reflected brightly and she could only tell it was dark and low. As it passed by the church, she lost sight of it, but assumed it would be making the turn to go up to the castle. There was hardly any other reason for a visitor to be in that part of the village. The castle's owners gave tours and served a passable lunch in a feeble attempt to ward off the inevitable demise of the family relic. The castle had little historic significance and was far enough off the beaten path to make it little more than a novelty.

She did not see the car ascend the access to the castle. After fifteen minutes, she was surprised that the vehicle emerged on the other side of the church and kept travelling east. There was nothing but the end of the road, less than two miles away. Her surprise grew as she watched the car slow and take the turn onto the tiny road snaking up her hill.

It dipped behind a low rise and as it reappeared she thought she heard a familiar sound. The roar of the engine as it climbed evoked vivid memories. The sun now fell full on the front of the car. A small gasp escaped her lips. The Jaguar leaped ahead, its British Racing Green bonnet gleaming in the sun's glare.

It was her car.

She rose quickly and made her way back to the cottage. She passed the small structure and continued down to the end of her drive. Unlocking the gate, she pulled it open.

The roar came closer. She smiled at the familiar sound as her stomach turned in turmoil.

Appearing around the last sharp bend, it braked hard as the driver saw her standing in the road.

The top was down and the large man removed his cap.

"Miriam."

She smiled at the use of her proper name.

"Angus,' she said in reply.

"Fancy a lift?"

"I just may. Pull in and I'll close the gate."

The car stopped far enough in the drive so Mim could clear it and refasten the lock.

Mim climbed in, Mac let out the clutch and they sped up the hundred yards to her cottage.

He shut the engine, set the brake and climbed out. She did as well and walked around to face him.

"Not what I was expecting today?" she said.

"Well, I felt sorry for the old gal," he said gently moving his hand over the bodywork, "wasting away in Dede's garage. I figured she should be home."

"And, you just happened to make all that happen?"

"Took a bit of planning, but yeah."

"How did you find me?"

"You told me you lived near Stirling. Between the pub in town and the local pastor, I got good directions. It helped I was driving your Jaguar. They all recognized it." 

Mim ran her hand along the sleek fender and up the windscreen.

"I did miss her."

Mac nodded and slipped his hand atop hers.

"Miss anything else?"

Mim lifted her head to look directly into his eyes.

"Aye."

Mac took her hand and pulled her to him. He opened his arms and she slipped in, wrapping herself close to him.

"Mac, I am sorry. I don't know where to begin. I should have written, or called, or something."

He kissed the top of her head.

"Decided to get rid of your hair, I see."

She nodded against his chest. "It was not a well-thought out plan. Just got up one day and hacked it off. My hairdresser nearly fainted, but managed to salvage something. Goes along with the rest of my life...not many well-thought out plans."

"Your hair looks great, Mim." He had the wisdom not to mention how thin she had gotten or how haggard she looked.

"Mac, I owe you so much. At the very least an explanation."

"Ok, but first I have a simple question."

Mim tilted her head slightly to look at him.

"Are you happy to see me?"

Tears welled in her eyes. Their cool green turned to hot. She sobbed and hugged him hard.

"More than I can say."

"Well, then, I think explanations can wait."

She cried into his chest for a while, soaking his light sweater.

"Could you stand having a whisky with me," she asked.

"Yes, that would be nice. But, I have to do something first."

Mim looked at him. "What?"

He moved his lips to hers. His kiss was tender, but it broke the band she had wrapped around her heart. She kissed back, wanting to fuse her lips, her body with his.

"I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you," she said softly moving her lips against his.

His only response was to kiss her deeply, crushing her to him.

He broke away. She wanted more.

"What is it?" she asked.

"When you told me about this cottage and how special it was to you, you left something out."

"What?"

'Does it have a bed?"

A grin broke across her face.

"Aye, a grand one," she said. 

"Best news I've ever heard."

He took her hand and she led the way to the cottage. 

His head nearly reached the low threshold leading into the main room. To his right was a large hearth with blackened stone attesting to its heavy use. He imagined it probably provided heat to the cottage. Mim walked ahead, past the tiny kitchen and into the bedroom. The large wooden bedstead dominated the room. Two windows admitted cool, blue light. 

Mim turned to face him as her skirt twirled around her legs.

Fixing her gaze on his face, she softly said, "Undress me."

Mac held his eyes steady. "You're sure."

"Never been more sure of anything."

Mac pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a long-sleeved tee shirt. He ran his fingers along her arms to her neck and down her back. Grasping the hem, he slowly raised it. Mim was naked underneath. Her white breasts bounced softly with the effort to free her head. Mac inwardly grimaced at how clearly her ribs stood out. He moved his hands to her breasts and cupped them. For months he longed to feel these perfect mounds, though now they appeared smaller. His thumbs brushed her nipples and Mim sighed deeply.

He bent to place a tender kiss on each hard nipple. Mim ran her fingers through his hair putting subtle pressure on him to keep him caressing her.

After enjoying the soft skin and stiff nub, he knelt. Mac undid her trainers and slipped them and the short socks from her feet. He slid his fingers up her legs until they felt the top of her underwear.

"Still sure?" he asked.

"Please, Mac, please hurry."

He grasped the cotton panties and eased them down until Mim could step out of them.

He pushed his face between her legs with just the thin skirt between his mouth and her sex. Her skin, soap and sex blended into an overpowering aroma. He kissed her behind the skirt. He continued to move his lips around her sex. Mim whispered, "Hurry, please."

Mac undid the side button of the skirt, pulled down the zipper and let the skirt fall of its own weight.

He ran her fingers through her full bush. Resting his cheek against her lips he deeply inhaled her scent. He had dreamed of a moment like this. The reality of it was overpowering.

He kissed between her legs. Mim's knees buckled slightly and Mac slipped his hands on her rear to steady her. He ran his tongue through the silky blond tangle, up and down her moist slit and settled on the hard nub at the top. She pushed his head tight against her and let out a low moan.

"I have to lie down," she whispered.

Mac eased her back onto the bed and quickly stripped.

She reached out and took his hardness in her hand.

He leaned in and she kissed the tip. His erection jumped at the touch of her tongue.

Mac climbed in next to her and they kissed for a long time, letting their hands freely roam each other. He buried his face in her neck and planted countless tiny kisses in that special place.

"Make love to me, Mac."

"I'm not through with foreplay," he responded with a wide grin.

"Frig the foreplay, man. I want you now."

He reached for his pants.

"What?"

"Protection," he replied.

Mim laughed. 

"A cheeky lot you are. Having one at the ready."

"Sorry."

"Just teasing, Love. Forget it and make love to me."

Mac rolled on top. He gazed down into the deep green of her eyes. He never wanted anything more in his life.

She took his erection and placed it at her opening.

He parted her lips and she exhaled deeply.

"Ok?"

"More than you'll ever know, Mac. Take me."

He did. Slowly he entered her until their pubic patches entangled.

Mim held his look. She pursed her lips and they kissed.

Slowly Mac began the ancient ritual know to lovers for all ages. They moved as one; as if they had been doing it for their whole lives. Together they rode the waves and savored the growing pressure.

With one last thrust and a scream from both, they became one flesh, one soul.

It was late afternoon when Mac awoke. Mim was still cuddled in his arms. He felt peace infuse his soul. He ran his fingers through her blond hair. 

Reality seeped in. He needed to find the john. He gently removed himself from her grasp.

Returning to bed, Mim stirred. 

She snuggled in his arms. 

"Again?" she pleaded.

He kissed her. Moving his head he gently kissed and licked his way down her entire body, pausing to enjoy her hard nipples. He reached her toes and then worked back up the insides of her thighs. Spreading her legs he made love to her sex with his mouth and tongue.

Reaching a mild orgasm, Mim pulled on his head.

"Inside me, Mac. I want you inside."

He knelt between her legs and lifted her long legs until they rested on his shoulders. He eased his tip forward until he felt the warm and wet place. 

He eased his cock into her, reveling in the velvet feeling of her tight canal. When he reached his maximum, he bent and kissed her mouth and face.

"I love you, Mim."

"God, I know. I've been a ninny. I love you, Mac."

He began slowly and built until his pace was causing both of them to sweat and make guttural sounds.

His eyes pleaded with her and she smiled and nodded.

He pushed hard and exploded inside her. He felt her spasm and grip his cock tightly. She arched her back and let out a long, low moan. They rode each other until there was nothing left.

He rolled off and pulled her to him.

"Magic, Mac. That was magic."

"Better than I ever imagined."

"Oh, so you've imagined frigging me?"

He laughed.

"Not a very gallant admission, but, yes, I did."

"Me, too," Mim said in a whisper.

They lay together as long shadows covered the floor and crept onto the bed.

"How long can you stay?"

"Trying to get rid of me?" he asked.

"God, no, I want you to never leave. But, you have the garage and a life back in the States."

"Well, I made Charlie an offer he couldn't refuse."

Mim arched an eyebrow.

"Charlie is now a partner. He runs the shop, hires a mechanic to replace me and shares in all the profit."

"Can he manage the business end?"

"That's where Sam comes in. Actually, that's where Crystal comes in. She has worked in retail with her job at the coffee shop and a flower boutique before that. She is now a minority partner and responsible for the operations. She'll do great."

"So that leaves you...What?"

"Leaves me free to do what I want. You know I don't have to worry about money. So I can do whatever my heart wants."

"And, that is?"

"Stay in your arms forever."

They kissed deeply. Much to his own surprise, Mac rose to the occasion. Mim sat on top and eased herself onto him. With a slow and sensual motion, they watched each other climb the mountain one more time.

Mac awoke after a short sleep. He looked at her naked body, lying on its side, the gentle slope of hip, waist and shoulders.

Sitting up on the bed, his gaze travelled past her and through the window at the Jaguar standing in the dying light of day. 

With Mim and the car in his vision, a single word popped into his mind.

"Sexy." 

It was immediately joined by another.

"Home."