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Lessons from Sadie

By: Rex Siter



Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman's secret place. In spite of my forty or so years making my living satisfying unfulfilled rich ladies (a career that I will reveal to you in due course), that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever.

For one thing I had waited so long, being such a shy, mother-dominated eighteen year old in my last weeks of High School. I'd had little real experience of the opposite sex. A brief touch of Teresa Wilson's left breast through her thick cardigan before she knocked my hand away, was as good as it got. Females had always turned me into a quivering jelly. I just didn't feel comfortable with the demands that might be placed upon me. Even my nocturnal hand jobs were completed with feelings of unbridled guilt. 

Oh, yes, I'd heard all the bragging of my school mates. They just lie there and you stick it in, Jack. It's easy. I was wise enough to know that much of their talk was fable. The wishful thinking of a sex starved youth in most cases. And it seemed to me that I was just too shy to ever find out what made a woman a woman.

This was many, many years ago, back in the days we now call innocent times . Which means that girls were more determined to keep it for some future husband. That's the way they were brought up.

And then Vic Summers and his wife, Sadie, moved into our street, just two doors away. And I was on the verge of a sexual education which I could never even have dreamed about. Lessons that were to stand me in good stead for the rest of my life. The making of a stud. From the distance of a near half century I can look back and recall my first time with all the clarity of it being just yesterday. Because, oh my, what a time it was.

It all started when I heard the wail of Benny Goodman's clarinet coming from the new neighbour's back door. I loved Goodman and all the big bands. Dorsey, James and the rest. 

Vic Summers came out, thin ginger hair, a drawn pale face, but smiling as he noticed my foot tapping. 

"Like the big bands?" he asked me. 

"They're great." I mumbled.

"Why not pop over tonight? I've got hundreds of records in my collection." 

Nervously I turned up that night and Vic greeted me with a glass of orange juice before we settled on the floor of their neat little sitting room and listened to the shivering glissando of trombone, the high pitched tremolo of clarinet. And that's when Sadie swayed into the room, and suddenly the rhythms were all in my heart 

Tall, slender, as delicate as a rain kissed rose, she swayed across the room. A blue silken dress clung to every curve of her body, and every curve was undulating with sinuous abandon. A heady perfume of lavender and something else exuded from her as she nodded in my direction. 

"So you're the young neighbour? A handsome young man. I'll bet the girls are mad for you." 

Totally in awe, I nodded my head. Did I say the rhythms were all in my heart? Well, very rapidly they were moving deeper so that I had to hold my hands over my groin to hide what was happening there. Her sensuous movement hypnotised me. Those churning hips, the wobble of breast under the silky fabric of her dress and the flashing legs that seemed to go on for ever. 

Vic was happy to share his music with me any evening I wanted. And yes, the music was exciting, but feeling myself bathed by Sadie's sultry glances, the flowing grace of that body, they were the real attractions. I was in love, immediate and irrevocably, content with just looking, but then--- 

Comes that Summer day when I was lingering at the gate between our back gardens hoping for another invite from Vic, when Sadie floated out, dressed in tight sweater and tighter pants. Blue seemed to be her colour.

"Oh, Jack, how lovely to see you." Her wide blue eyes, the swing and sway of her body, sent all kinds of electrics through me. The intimacy of her smile only added colour to my burning cheeks. "Vic won't be home tonight. His job, you know"

Before the full weight of disappointment could hit me she went on, "But you can still come and listen to the music---- " And she paused, the languorous smile playing on her full mouth, the eyes going cloudy, before adding, "---if you want."

Had I misread her looks, her tone of voice? It couldn't be that way could it? I was imagining an impossible promise, wasn't I?

Shy I may have been but I found myself exhilarated by the mere proximity of her. The prospect of being close to her. That night, I had the longest bath I've ever had. Brushed my hair into what I imagined was a delicate quiff and coated my body in so much talc that I had to sneak out in case my mother questioned my perfumed presence. 

Sadie answered my tentative knock at the back door almost immediately, and my eyes must have bulged at the sight of her dressed in a peach coloured wispy long silken robe open at the neck to reveal a tantalising valley between her gently rising breasts. Long tawny hair, cascaded to her shoulders.

"My you smell lovely, Jack."

I was tempted to say, "So do you." as her lavender perfume invaded my nostrils. But words simply choked in my constricted throat. 

Music was already on the record player and I recognised Harry James Trumpet Blue and Cantabile. "You like this one, don t you?" she said, walking ahead of me into the sitting room, fascinating me with the metronome ticking of her firm buttocks under the silk. 

She directed me to the sofa, as I noticed that the curtains were closed, which seemed strange on a bright Summer evening.

I sat, as she swayed for a moment, every inch of her body seeming to be alive and transmitting bolts of lightning into my dumb adolescent psyche. 

The music changed, Glen Miller, softer, more romantic. She stood for a moment over me, and my eyes tried not to look at the slight parting in her negligee and the darkly shadowed something beyond. Why hadn't she dressed? Did she know I could see? 

I raised my head and she was smiling. She knew where I was looking. Then she sat down beside me, close. Closer than I could have ever dreamed.

"Tell me about your girl friends, Jack." she breathed. Her perfume was something I thought I was going to drown in.

What could I say? Teresa Wilson's clothed left breast apart, my only experience had been flat punctured kisses at parties and listening to the garish stories of my schoolmates. 

"Not much to tell," I admitted.

"Do you like me?"

"Y--yes. You're-----nice." And it sounded so crummy I could have curled up and died. 

"You're a lovely young man, Jack---" My mind was telling me, And she's a married woman---- 

She went on, "You know Vic and I have been very happy----but you must have noticed how weak he looks---it's the disease--- a wasting thing. He can't do-------anything." And her pause made me look up into those eyes, even more sultry in the dim light. 

"Would you like to kiss me, Jack?"

A kiss? A kiss was more than I could have hoped for, wasn't it? She was leaning towards me and the gown had parted to reveal more of those two creamy mounds. My basic instinct was to run like hell. But like a switch had been pushed there was a sudden bulge in my best flannel trousers.

"Mmm," was all I could manage, as her full red lips moved close, and I tried desperately to catch my breath. The lips brushed across mine, briefly, gently. Was that it? Then her hand was on the back of my neck and her mouth covered mine just as I opened it to clutch in some air. Next second her tongue was lapping over mine. Briefly shocked I was then filled with wonder at the electricity of it. The sheer sensation, my whole mouth was a-tingle. I leaned into it, dizzily, fearing I might faint at the intensity of it. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this.

Compared with those tight-lipped party kisses this was pure bliss, as Sadie's tongue explored my own, tracing around the insides of my cheeks. My hands trembled. Nervous as I was, I felt disappointment when she drew away. Then I saw that one of her breasts had come totally free and I was gazing at it. Tits, that's what the kids called them. But not this beautifully rounded, full, smooth hillock with its subtle pink ring tipped by a delicate nub of a nipple. This was a breast, a real, living succulent breast. 

"Touch it, Jack."

Amazed at the invitation, I looked into her eyes. Was I dreaming? Was this luscious married woman actually giving me, a gawky , permission to touch her breast? 

"Please, Jack."

I raised trembling fingers and the tips traced the elegant slope from nipple to the base of her throat. Feeling a little bolder I allowed my fingers to smooth their way around the whole curving surface. The tightness in my pants increased.

. 

"Now the nipple, Jack. With that same touch. You have lovely touch."

I was scared senseless. Yet enjoying it at the same time. I reached out and tentatively ran my fingers over the hard small nipple I heard her sharp intake of breath. 

"Sorry," I mumbled, jerking my hand away.

"No, no. That was perfect, Jack. Again. A little harder." I'd wake up soon. But the pressure in my groin told me that I wasn't dreaming. I allowed my whole hand to settle over her breast, smoothing it, letting each finger trace over the nipple. 

"Oh, you've done this before, haven t you, Jack," she sighed huskily. 

"No, never." I didn't even think of lying. 

. 

"Kiss it, Jack." What? Blood pounded in my head and in my cock. 

"Take the nipple in your mouth, tongue it" I lowered my head nervously, "Like this?" I asked, before putting my lips around the enlarged nipple

. 

"Tongue, Jack. Use your tongue."

Emboldened I did that. I couldn't believe the pleasure of it. My mouth could have swallowed her whole. I found myself sucking without even thinking about it. 

She was breathing more heavily. "You're sure you've never done this before?

"Never," I said. "But it's nice." That stupid useless word again. It was more than just nice. I was on some magic cloud. Briefly, guiltily I thought of Vic, but then her hands closed on either side of my face lifted me and her mouth fastened on mine again. Tongue slithering over mine sending shock waves through my whole being. One hand close over my right hand and moved it down, tracing it over the delightful flatness of her belly, the silkiness of her gown, until I felt my fingers slope downwards and detecting a sudden roughness under the silk. She made an agitated movement and the silk was gone and my fingers discovered the roughness had been a mound of soft hair.

My head was pounding. I couldn't expect this, this was the ultimate, this was a woman's secret place, her special gift. My hand froze, uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an opening among this fuzziness.

Her lips left mine and she whispered, "Go on, Jack. Touch me there."

Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my virgin fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret opening?

I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed, "Lower, Jack. Follow the groove."

Groove? What groove? But even as the question formed my middle finger found a smaller indentation. Tracing it I found it seemed to form a little trench running down between her legs. I rubbed gently and became aware that the edges of this trench were swelling to my touch.

"Mmmmm." Sadie's breathed close to my ear. "My weakness. You're finding my spot."

The groove ran all the way down, right through to the back it seemed. Then suddenly there was moisture. My fingers were running along wet lips. I drew them back and then forward again. Repeated the action. Aware now of her laboured breathing, almost panting. On one forward movement there was a parting of the trench and there was something small and hard, like a miniature nipple under my fingers. But no hole----where was that opening?

"Oh, God, that's marvellous. Don t stop. That's it. There. Oh, Jesus. Yes. Probe, Jack." 

I seemed to be too far back when without warning my middle finger sank into a wet pit, so far back that it took me by surprise. I pushed and my finger sank right in. I let another finger join it and prodded them both upwards and inwards. 

Sadie was panting and gasping, kissing my face my hair my ears, tonguing into my mouth. "Oh, God, yes. Oh, God "

I couldn't believe how ignorant I had been. I didn't even know that this glory hole was set so far back between a woman's legs. And that was when I felt Sadie's hand on my thigh, on my bulge. Oh, hell, I wasn't sure about this. Nobody had touched me there. Not since I was a baby anyway. But I wanted it and didn't, both at the same time. No woman had seen my cock, not in that enlarged state. Not in any state.

Sadie's hands expertly opened my trousers. She was going to touch my naked cock. She was----she was! My own fingers stopped their luscious probing as I gasped for air. Then her fingers were closing around my swollen member drawing it into the open. And the whole pressure of the episode was just too much as her fingers lightly caressed my bulging tip.

In despair, I realised what was going to happen, after all that had happened up to this point, the touch of her hand was all too much. My lower body seemed to explode. I looked up in time to see the first spurts bloom whitely over her fingers. 

"Oh, dear," she sighed. "An early bird."

Ashamed, disgusted with myself I was about to apologise when she crooned, "But I catch the worm. Cum to mama. Don t go to waste." And to my mix of joy and horror she stooped and closed her mouth over my oozing cock. She was taking my cum in her mouth. I hadn't even known that was allowed. Vaguely I remember seeing a dirty picture that the lads passed around. But here was Sadie with her head in my lap, her mouth gently sucking on my spurting cock and taking every drop down. 

After just a moment I felt myself softening and Sadie released me, raised her head, smiled and licked the cum from her hand.

"I'm sorry," I said lamely.

"Sorry? For what? We haven t finished, Jack. And you can put your hand back where it was for a start."

I glanced down at my pathetic little cock lying like a dead snail outside my pants. It didn't seem likely that anything else could happen. I'd just been to the top of the world. Sadie saw my look and smiled.

"I'll tell you what, Jack." I think we need to be more comfortable. And she stood up and took my hand urging me to stand. Then she lead me through a door and we were in a bedroom, with a large double bed.

"Comfort, Jack. We've come this far. We might as well have comfort."

I couldn't see what we could do now. Did she mean we were going to sleep. Straight away I knew this wasn't the case as she slipped completely out her robe and stood there totally, delightfully naked. Another first for me.

My eyes, bolder now, after what had gone before, roamed over the twin perfect breasts, bold, firm and pink tipped, that flat belly sloping down to the tawny patch of hair that I had explored but was seeing for the first time. She moved her feet and I caught a glimpse of the secret lips hidden down there.

"Now you," she said and as I hesitated she stepped forward and began undoing my shirt. 

My mother hadn't seen me naked since I'd reached puberty. Nobody had. Even with my mates after football I was always a little embarrassed. Now here was this virtual stranger busy removing my shirt. Stranger? After what we'd just done?

She loosened my belt and my trousers dropped. Her hands slipped inside the waistband of my shorts. "You think I have a good body, Jack? "

I nodded breathlessly and resisted saying'nice.'"Not bad for a thirty year old, is it?" 

Thirty. She was thirty. I felt my face burning red as she slipped my shorts down over my hips, and stood back to look me up and down. I wanted the ground to swallow me. "You have a good body, too. Only yours will get better." Her hand slid under my scrotum which made me jump. "Oh, Jack, you are going to make a lot of women happy. And I'm going to show you how. Let's lie down."

To my surprise her touching my balls had made my cock flicker upwards. I lay down across the bed, and she lay beside me.

"I have a need right now, Jack. So we'll show you early stages later. For now just kiss my breasts again. Early stages? What did she mean? Later? When was later?

Earlier it had been one breast, now I had both at my disposal. I let my tongue flicker from one to the other, while my hands roamed over them, enjoying the friction. My eyes gaped in wonder at the way her nipples swelled to my mouthing. From time to time she muttered little instructions.

"Use your teeth. Yes there, gently. Now squeeze, then stroke. Now move your lips down over my belly."

Oh, oh, this was taking me towards a new stage. My tongue tickled at her tiny navel. 

On down. And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on my mouth. I couldn't go any further. These weren't the lips for my lips, were they?

"Touch first. Yes, fingers." Her voice was husky.

I let my fingers move as they had before feeling out the petal folds as they opened to my touch. Moistness, aroma, heat. I felt my cock flexing itself, like a fighter returning to the fray. 

"Open me. Yes thumbs on each side. You're looking for the stone in a plum. Look. Look, Jack "

My head was between her, legs my feet up near her head. I could never imagine what I was seeing. All that pinkness, layer on layer it seemed. 

"See it, Jack? See my clit?"

Among the fold rose a tiny bud thing. Was that it? I wasn't sure so I tentatively touched with my fingers.

"That's it, Jack. My clit." Her voice was strained, almost gasping. "Now put your tongue on it."

My tongue there? This couldn't be right. This wouldn't be very pleasant, would it? Was this making love?

"Please, Jack. I need this---need it now."

Reluctantly I leaned into it and flicked my tongue against that tiny target. For some reason my whole being trembled with excitement as she stiffened and gasped, "Oooh---yes, --do it---give it ---lick it---lick it hard."

My tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping at her little secret button. Her clit. I hadn't even heard the word before. Back and forward went my tongue. Round and round. No taste, yet it was like supping on cream and the creaminess increased, as her legs spread and I found myself licking and probing until my tongue was guzzling into that mysterious hole without me even wondering about what I was doing. 

"Oh, yes, we're there, Jack." And as she said it I felt her tongue licking the length of my semi-hard cock. I let my tongue run wild along her every widening creases, as she gasped and moaned. Her lips fastened around my cock and I could feel it swelling inside her mouth. 

"No, I'll---" I tried to warn her, recalling my earlier weakness.

"No you won't," she gasped." I won't let you."

I could feel her tongue exploring the head and I felt so huge inside her and almost involuntarily I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into her mouth, while my licking and probing with my tongue in her wetness got wilder and wilder.

Her mouth came away from my cock and I didn't want it to, I glanced along the length of her belly and saw her pressing my organ against her breasts. I couldn't believe what I saw. My meagre hand jobs never made it look that massive. It had never been so engorged, so fat.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Jack, you've got a wonderful lance here. I want it inside me." 

She sat up and I sat up looking at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clouded with passion. 

"Now, we'll fuck," she said flatly. It shocked my to hear her use the word. You must remember this was many years ago when that word was the worst thing you could say. Yet there seemed no better way of saying what we were going to do. 


Lessons from Sadie Ch. 02



After that first session with Sadie I couldn't wait for our next meeting. She had promised more. "So much more," in that tone of voice that had my eagerly worked member twitching all over again.

At school I was bursting to recount my good fortune to the guys but I had promised Sadie that I wouldn't. Strangely, everyone, including some girls commented on how much more confident I seemed in my general demeanour. I could only smile at the memory of what had caused that.

Just two days after that first night Sadie met me out in the back garden and murmured, "Tonight would be fine, Jack. If you want." If I wanted! That night I was bathed, perfumed and ready by six o'clock. My mother frowned at me and asked about my sudden desire for cleanliness. I could only shrug. "Hell, I'm eighteen, Mom. Time to take care of myself." Which I thought was a pretty neat answer.

When Sadie opened the door I had an initial

wave of disappointment on seeing that she was fully clothed. A neat pink blouse and tight fitting black skirt had replaced the expected revealing gown. She kissed me delicately on the cheek before walking ahead of me into the bedroom, the buttock twitch as hypnotic as ever. Somewhere in another room I could hear jazz music playing. Surely not Vic at home? But then we were in the bedroom and she turned, faced me with her hands down by her sides, and a sort of Mona Lisa smile flickering on her lips. Was she expecting a kiss? Well, I was ready to oblige, although still dismayed that she was fully clothed. I stepped in close, wrapped my arms around her and placed my lips on hers, expecting that immediate electric tongue connection. But her lips remained firmly closed, hard and cool.

I stepped back and her smile had broadened. 

"Early lesson, Jack. Handsome as you are, you're going to meet up with some girls who are resistant to, perhaps nervous about, sexual advances. You have to learn to overcome that and get inside the defences of clothing. Now what would you do next?" So that was why she was dressed. A learning situation. I reached out a hand and ran my fingers down the delicate skin of her cheek and without even thinking about it I touched her tawny shoulder length hair and murmured, "You're so beautiful." Surprising myself at how some actions seemed to come naturally if given the chance.

"Good, the right words can help."

Keeping one hand on the side of her face I moved in and kissed her, just moving my mouth gently over hers.

That kind of touch was pleasant enough and as I let my hand fondle her hair her lips parted and I allowed the tip of my tongue to flutter between them. Already there was a bulge in my trousers as I felt the responding touch of her tongue tip. Within seconds our mouths and tongues were welded together and her arms wrapped around me. I dropped my hand to her shoulder and moved it slowly down to her left breast. Sadie pulled away from the kiss, her face close, "What if she knocks your hand away?" she asked, her voice husky with supressed passion.

"It's happened," I told her, and she laughed delightedly. Then her fingers dropped to my shirt front and began unfastening the buttons, " Oh, to hell with this part of the lesson. We'll fill in another time. Let's jump a few places." And she had my shirt open as I fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. She quickly helped and spent a few seconds explaining how to remove a bra. "A very delicate manoeuvre," she whispered. "A girl will know how experienced you are by the way you handle that. But we'll practice that another time." And magically the bra was gone and I was gazing at those pertly rounded breasts with the tempting pink nipples. My hands spread over each of them.

"Yes," Sadie sighed, her hands now tugging at my belt buckle."I think it's time to speed up." While pushing down my trousers she allowed one hand to linger over the bulge in my shorts and that gentle touch had me catching my breath as well as increasing the swelling down there. "I

have a similar need. Come on." And moving to the bed she slid her skirt to the floor, sat down and reached out to me. I stood in front of her and happily allowed her to pull my shorts down. "Oh, so rampant," she sighed, and her fingers played gently along my eager cock. Then she leaned forward licking her lips,and, just as my anticipation reached a frenzy, she stopped, and sliding back onto the bed, that familiar lascivious look on her face, she said, "Hey, you're supposed to be practicing the seduction here. You've got the girl to this stage, maybe she's still nervous. " And she coyly covered her breasts with her arms. "What do you do?" Initially disappointed that her mouth had not proceded with its promise I suddenly found myself looking forward to the next moves. I kneeled on the bed beside her and kissed her warm lips. Acting tentative, she put her hands on my shoulders and I did the same to her, before allowing them to glide along her arms, and back again, then under her arms and down the subtle curve of her sides to her hips and back. I repeated the action. Touching her skin was playing with electric currents that seemed to flow up my arms and deep into my chest "You have a hell of a touch, Jack." Her eyes had that clouded look I'd noticed that first night. "Oh, hell,I haven't the patience to play the innocent." And her hand dropped to my lower body, her fingers playing through my pubic hair but maddeningly avoiding any direct contact with my cock.

I allowed my hand to slide over one breast and let the fingers nuzzle around the nipple before ducking down to grasp it between my lips flicking at its engorging pinkness with my tongue as she had advised me on our first encounter. I heard her breath catch. Emboldened I lay her back and allowed my lips to travel on down over her flat belly until I was tonguing through her pubic hair. Her thighs were tightly closed. "Find the key, Jack," she murmurred. Once more lessons from that first time stood me in good stead. While my fingers drifted up and down the incredible smoothness of her thighs, I probed my tongue at the mere suggestion of crevice where her thighs met. That tip of the fuzzy triangle. Tongue probing, fingers stroking. It took only seconds. My lips and tongue recognised the swelling of her only partially accessible labia. 

She gave a low helpless chuckle and murmured huskily, "Oh God, Jack, you're at degree standard already." And her thighs slowly parted allowing my hands to caress the incredible smoothness of their inner surface, while my tongue probed more deeply along her labia. Ah, that delicious creamy moistening.

And there was that little button suddenly erect for my tongue to lavish attention upon. Sadie's breathing became more harsh, more rapid, and she began to give off little grunting noises. "Turn yourself this way, Jack. Let me have some of you." Without moving my lips from their task

I shuffled my body so that my feet were back past her head and I felt her hands close around my thrusting cock. Then her tongue was licking the whole length before tickling at the bulbous head. I'd have loved to watch her doing that, but I had other duties. I allowed my tongue to move deeper into her, sending it in frantic circles around the walls of that delicious opening, that secret place. Her hips rose up to meet my efforts. Then I moved back to her clit and allowed my fingers to push and stroke into her velvet depths. She stopped her oral ministrations to gasp "Jack, spread your fingers. Feel further back. Further." I wasn't sure what she meant---further back was her--- "Yes, Jack, my ass---do it Jack, please." Was that allowed? Was that anything to do with sex?

With my index finger ploughing her vagina,

I spread my fingers to feel that tight little hole. My third finger traced around the outside rim. "Yes, yes, Jack. Go on." Without breaking any concentration from her clit or vagina I gently worked my finger into her ass, heard her sharp intake of breath. Not knowing what to expect I pushed further, tight and smooth ---and exciting. Sadie's mouth had closed around my cock and her tongue was working furiously, and I could feel the pressure building in my scrotum

Then her head started to roll, so that her mouth lost its grip on me.

"I want it inside me,down there, Jack. Quick, oh, quick."

I scrambled around between her thighs and, with desperate fingers, she held my cock and directed it into her vagina. Oh, that moment. No matter how good the foreplay, nothing can ever beat that moment of entry. It was a feeling

born of only my second experience but was to last the rest of my life. Male and female coming together in that most intense moment. Nothing beats it. Well, maybe the climatic moments but still, that moment is special. As I made my first thrust she moaned and our mouths ground together, as she raisedher hips to mine and her vaginal walls drew at me. We plunged and growled like two animals lost in each other.

Thrust and

pull, deeper, harder. The gasps of

mutual cumming seemed to shake the walls around us. I seemed to be spurting into her minutes. As our breathing returned to normal I lay my head on her wonderful breast. My face was towards the door and the next moment I was jerking upwards, ready to leap from the bed.

Vic was standing there, watching us! Sadie placed a restraining had on my back as I tried to leap away. I looked down at her and when I looked back Vic was gone. "It's all right, Jack. He likes to watch---to see me enjoying myself. He knows my needs---my history. Watching is all he has. Can you handle that?" Although unnerved, I nodded. I couldn't imagine being watched doing it. Would I have been able to perform if I'd known?

"Let's talk about you," Sadie said, as I lay snuggled against her breasts. "Jack you have a weapon there that women are going to fight for. You have the touch and your becoming confident. You need only a little refinement but I think you should try yourself out."

"Try myself out?"

"With a girl of your age."

"But won't you----"

"Mind? Be jealous? Maybe if she's better than me. But you need to test yourself." And her eyes held mine as she added,"I have others."

She saw the dismay on my face and kissed me,"It's a need, Jack." Finding a girl? I hadn't even thought about it. In my mind Sadie was all I could ever hope for. The callow girls at school wouldn't be anything like her. "As your experience grows you won't need me. When you've had a couple of successes I'll let you into a little secret that I've shared with nobody---except Vic" "What secret?" "How I got to be the way I am---with sex. But first you---you need to try yourself on somebody easy first of all---just to establish yourself. Any girls at school with reputations?" Immediately my mind went to Jan Vickley, the one that all the boys talked or bragged about.Tall, with a robust figure, a full mouth and hooded eyes that suggested erotic things. I told Sadie about her---or what I'd heard about her. "Think you could set yourself up with a date?" The school dance every Thursday night seemed to be the place that most assignations started. I hadn't frequented it much myself--in my old persona. But now? I told Sadie about it.

"Sound the ideal set up.--Good practice--you'll see. Now let's do it again." And her fingers caressed my scrotum.

End of part three.



Lessons from Sadie Ch. 03



In the five days before the Thursday High School dance when I was to test my abilities on Jan Vickley, I had two more sessions with Sadie in which, as well as the anticipated joys of her body, she schooled me further in small details. A load of time on bra-unfastening---with one hand!

"The other hand could be busy" she pointed out, bathing me in that knowing smile. She also gave me advice on what to say and what not to say "This girl you've suggested might have reputation among the boys but there's no greater turn off than showing that you expect her favours. Act grateful---always." I think I followed that piece of advice for the rest of my life.

So, equipped, and much more confident than I had ever been before I attended the Thursday dance. The school hall was always crowded and there was a rich array of nubile girls to view, most of them professional virgins, I guessed. Saving it for one lucky man. I could look forward to that kind of challenge at a later date. When I finally spotted Jan Vickley, she was, not surprisingly, in a group consisting of her friend, Mandy Summers, and a gaggle of wide eyed guys. From time to time she would be up swaying provocatively, on the dance floor with one of them.

Clothed in a bright red flowing skirt and a low cut black blouse Jan's voluptuous body was certainly eye catching, if not breath catching. But getting near her was going to be the challenge.

However at one point she and her friend slipped away to the toilets and I lingered near enough at that end of the hall to ask her for a dance as they returned. Her face showed some surprise.

"Asking me to dance, Jack? I thought you were too good for the likes of us."

"No, I've never been a good dancer." A small white lie. "I've been learning."

On the dance floor Jan certainly knew how to project her sexuality, coming in close her thighs meshing against mine until the natural happened, and her eyes widened as she said with a wicked smile, "Am I making it hard for you?"

We danced a second time later in the evening and that's when I quietly asked if we could take a walk afterwards. She frowned, "I've already promised Jake Regis." And as my disappointment showed she quickly added, "But meet me outside anyway" And with a flick of her skirt she walked away.

At the end of the evening, after risking one or two dances with other girls and finding them insipid in comparison to Jan, I waited among the dispersing crowds outside. Jake Regis was hanging around too. Jake was one of the big talkers about his conquests, tall and, I suppose, fairly good looking with his fair hair and blue eyes.

Jan came down the stairs, with all the swagger of a female who knows the effect her movements had on men. Jake moved towards her. So did I. Her green eyes viewed us together before she said, "I suppose I can handle you both. Come on."

And like a pair of sheep we followed her provocative sway down to the river bank, which was always a popular courting area.

"Since there's two of you I'm just doing hand jobs tonight, but you can have a breast viewing." 

And as she kneeled on the grass she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal two melon sized breasts, all brown tipped and snuggly looking.

We kneeled on either side of her, "I'm first," Jake said scowling at me. I shrugged at Jan and she proceeded to open Jakes flies to reveal an only semi-erect penis. "Needs work," she commented and proceeded to stroke it with some vigour. It must have done the trick for in less than a minute Jake was groaning and Jan had released him to spurt his load into the grass. He lay back with a satisfied sigh.

Anticipation had given me a lift so that when Jan turned her attention to undoing my flies my erection lunged out solidly to her view and I could tell by the look on her face that she was surprised and impressed. Her hand grasped it firmly and she began tugging.

I reached out my hand and stroked down the side of her face. Her eyes flashed to my face and there was a little frown of uncertainty on her brow. As she pumped away at my cock I allowed my fingers to glide down her neck and under her open blouse onto the start of the hillock of her breasts.

"I said, just for looking."

"You're giving me pleasure, " I replied. "I'd like to return the compliment." Always be grateful, that's what Sadie had advised. 

My index finger was tracing over one of her nipples and I felt it rising under my touch. Spreading my hand over the ample breast I applied all of Sadie's tutoring to the movement of my fingers and hand, and knew from Jan's breathing that I was getting results.

Encouraged I lowered my mouth to her breast and began gently tonguing her nipple while my fingers continued to flutter over the other breast. She didn't stop me.

Jake had sat up, "You didn't let me do that," he grumbled.

Jan was shuffling from the kneeling position without stopping her hand action on my erection. Now her legs were splayed out in front of her and the invitation was just irresistible. Without checking my mouth's pampering of her breast I allowed my hand to trail down over her belly to the waistband of her skirt. It was elasticated and my hand slipped easily underneath and over the swell of her lower belly and under her panties.

"Steady," she gasped.

"Should I stop?" I asked, raising my head from her breast.

In the dark our eyes held for a moment. Then she moved her face closer and our mouths came together, tongues searching. I took this as a positive sign and my hand continued its journey to romp through her pubic hair, which felt particularly thick and bushy compared with Sadie's.

"Hey, I didn't get that?" Jake protested, getting to his feet.

Jan broke away from my lips to growl, "Oh, just fuck off, Jake."

I saw Jake drift away in the gloom but fancy he lingered on the edge of the clearing.

The tips of my fingers began gliding into that mellow groove, when she shuffled again and said, "Just a minute." She hoisted up her skirt and almost in the same movement slipped her panties off and even in the evening darkness I could see that her thick dark bush was indeed expansive.

"Lie back," I told her, without comment she did as she was told and I immediately stooped my head to that dark furriness and my tongue searched into the open crevice, already moistening. Back and forwards along the swelling labia I operated the very tip of my tongue until she was gasping.

With just another deeper flick my tongue encountered her hard little button and I concentrated on that, enjoying the sounds of her laboured breathing. Then I moved my fingers ahead of my tongue so that they could probe for that secret place and it was no problem. Two fingers sank deep into her vagina and she began make squeaking noises, hips lifting to meet the ministrations of my tongue.

"Oh, God I'm cumming," she almost yelled and the next second she was bumping and heaving so much that I lost my place and could only sit back and watch her ecstatic movements.

As she quietened she raised her head, "I'm sorry. I didn't think it could be so quick. And I haven't made you cum."

I lay over her, "It's not over," I whispered, mentally thanking Sadie for this level of confidence. "The best is yet to come."

And lying between her thighs I placed my cock head against her vaginal lips, "I've never come twice," she said apologetically, and gave a little gasp as I slid easily into her moistened depths, allowing my rod to plunge right to her upper reaches. Very slowly I retracted, then plunged. And continued like that for a while, slow retraction, swift plunge, slow retraction, swift deep plunge. I listened for her breathing, heard it quicken. Then raising my body slightly I made sure that each forward stroke, faster now, was riding over her clit. Her vaginal walls began drawing at me and her breaths became low grunts as our rhythms merged.

When I felt the timing was right I changed to a series of rapid hard thrusts and felt myself close to climax and knew from the tossing of her head and her gasps and moans of delight that she was almost into her second cumming. 

As I felt my balls about to explode her hips heaved up from the ground and a strangled scream escaped her lips as with two final hefty strokes I allowed myself to burst inside her, sure that my cock head struck against her cervix as we heaved and grunted in those final ecstatic throes.

As we lay cooling down she said, "I know I have a reputation, but I've only ever gone all the way twice before tonight. But it was nothing like that. Why haven't I heard about you before?"

What could I say? I'm just a learner? Hardly. Secretly elated, I just said tactfully, "I save myself for the best."

After we'd lain there for a short while she murmured, "Could we do it again sometime?"

I placed my hand over her pubic mound, "What about now?" 

She sat up in some surprise, "You could do it again?"

I nodded towards my flickering penis, "He looks interested."

"Oh, God, this is terrific."

And second time around it was.

When we parted she was still rambling about how wonderful it had all been and I was feeling pretty pleased myself about this first 'trial' encounter. I just longed to tell Sadie about how well it had gone but knew it was too late to see her that night.

Then the next day at school I discovered how quickly reputations can be formed. Quite a few girls treated me to long lowered lashes looks or turned away giggling. A couple of the guys in my year came up to me and one of them said, "Jake tells me you really qualified big with Jan Vickley"

When I went into class, there were a couple of whistles and, did I imagine it, or did Miss Orry, our class tutor, give me a long hard stare? I'd had a secret passion for her, with her trim little figure and curling blonde hair, since she'd arrived at the school three years earlier.

But that was pushed from my mind that afternoon when Mandy Summers, Jan's friend approached me as we changed sessions. "I know this sounds awful," she began tentatively." But Jan's told me about---well, you know." She licked her lips and I waited, admiring the swell in her sweater and her long hair, same colour as Sadie's. "It's just that---Oh, well, Jack, I'm sick of being a virgin."

Just a little shaken I tried to remain calm, "You think there's something I can do about that?"

"From what Jan's told me---yes. Would you, Jack?"

Would I? Was it always going to drop into my lap like this? In no time we'd agreed to meet that night. And it became a question of where. The comfort of houses was out so in the end we agreed on a trip to the coast. The nights had been warm and to my mind the sand dunes were high, wide and as private as you could get. And I was about to try my hand with a virgin. I could hardly wait.

We met just after seven, and strolled through the funfair over the beach. We bought ice creams and strolled, hand in hand, towards the dunes, talking about anything but what was about to transpire.

As we moved in among the hills and hollows of the dunes I sensed Mandy becoming more nervous. Her hand tightened and slackened on mine. At last we came to a deep, well grassed hollow, and I spread the coat I'd brought for the purpose and she sat down nervously.

Nestling beside her I kissed her neck and whispered, "What's the furthest you've gone?"

In the fading light her eyes reminded me of a trapped rabbit. "Touching---down there."

"Did you cum?" I hoped I wasn't being tactless.

"No, but he did." Her eyes met mine as she added quickly, "Onto the ground."

Without further ado I kissed her, allowing my tongue to probe along her closed lips, pleased to find they parted without too much pressure and the tip of her tongue touched mine. I let it go on like that for a while, my fingers gently massaging the side of her neck. Eventually my hand slid to the open neck of her blouse, slipped the button there and my fingers teased the beginnings of her neat bosom.

I was going to make this nice and slow, because it seemed, that's what was needed. Gradually I moved down the buttons of her blouse until they were all undone and I held a breast that fit nicely into my cupped hand, although still encased in a lacy bra. And there was my next challenge---unhooking the bra, one handed. First attempt I was clumsy but at second try it came away nicely, and she flexed herself out of it and her blouse. 

Now I laid her back and began gently kissing each breast in turn, licking at the tiny nipples, the smallest I had encountered in my brief sexual career. But soon they were responding to my stimulus, and as my lips sucked gently at them she gave out a little moan of pleasure and began unfastening my shirt.

We stayed like that for quite some time, me pleasuring her breasts while she stroked my chest, tugging at my own nipples which was surprisingly pleasurable. I would have liked her to be more adventurous and put her hands where my trousers were being strained painfully. But i wasn't going to do any pushing.

My hand moved down her flat belly to her skirt which I had noticed was a button up type. With just a little more urgency I quickly undid the buttons, parted the skirt and let my fingers roam over her thighs and pubic mound over her panties. It was then that her own hand moved to my groin and as her fingers felt along the length encased there I heard her gasp, and I like to think it was shock rather than passion.

Through the thin silk of her panties I traced the edge of her labia, and her thighs immediately parted, so Islid my hand under her panties and stroked through the warm fuzz to the fleshy welcome spot.. With just a suggestion of movement from my hands she raised her hips so that I could push her clothing down and away. Then my mouth was moving down over her belly and into her light pubic bush where my tongue instantly flicked at the labia corner and I felt her jerk as her fingers fumbled to undo my belt.

Moving my tongue slowly up and down those swelling lower lips I was surprised how quickly she moistened. I placed my fingers over her vaginal opening rubbing only gently but making each movement a gradual deeper entry. Her whole body began jerking and shaking, while her hands finally came into contact with my bared engorged cock.

I slid my tongue back to where my fingers had played and probed what felt like a tiny hole. The tip of my tongue circled it, before sliding back to her clit .

I became aware of her lips running along the length of my cock, backward and forwards, faster and faster as her breathing quickened. Her lips remained closed and I guessed she had never taken a boy in her mouth before. I was not intending to force her, in my mind now was that moment when I would be claiming my first virginity. The thought was almost exciting by itself. But her wetness, her trembling and her own ministrations to my erection suggested that it was time to perform the very necessary deed.

I sat up and moved my body round to cover her. "You think you're ready?" I asked.

"Yes, oh, yes---but don't hurt me."

I was raw enough myself not to make too many promises about that. I rolled between her open thighs and placed the head of my cock at her vaginal lips. Now I reminded myself what Sadie had said about this in one of her most recent lessons. "Never be too fierce. No matter how desperate you are yourself. Always respect the virgin and what she is giving you."

Accordingly I allowed myself to push into her just one inch, what had seemed like a small hole to my fingers, now seemed to grow as I entered, an accommodating growth. Two inches in now, then back. I heard her breath catching. Three inches and back, forward, but gentle. "That's so nice," she gasped. 

And I kissed her as the head of my cock encountered obstruction. Just as Sadie said it would. "At this point," she had said. "Don't hesitate. Go through it. Her pain should only be momentary. But you have to ensure immediate pleasure to supplant it." A tall order, it seemed. But here we were. I looked down at Mandy, smiled at her, and she gave a nervous impassioned smile back. Then I drew back inside her before thrusting forward, feeling the obstruction briefly hold, then vanish, and I was plunging up inside her, as she squealed her anguish which quickly lapsed into a gentle moan---of pleasure. I kept the thrusts going deep into her. Now she felt pliant and giving and almost automatically her vaginal walls began their independent pulling at my shaft. I shifted slightly so that my movement brushed her clit and in no time she was heaving against my thrust, gasping, moaning, squeaking, almost every noise possible as she came for the first time in her life. And I had done it. I don't know whether it was that feeling of triumph alone which brought me to my own vigorous climax and I was the one grunting madly as I plunged into the newly opened depths of her.

On the way home she told me it was a moment she would remember for the rest of her life, and could we do it again sometime. Without being too positive I told her I was sure we could. But with the hour being reasonably early I was eager to recount my experiences to Sadie.

I saw Mandy home and then hurried home myself. As I approached her back door it suddenly opened and a tall man came out, fastening up his shirt. He did not look my way and as I began moving forward again, another man came out, breathed deeply at the night air and moved away without seeing me.

What was happening here? Had Sadie been harmed? The back door being opened I stepped inside and made my way to the bedroom. Sadie was sitting on the edge of the bed, totally naked, calmly brushing her hair.

Her face showed surprise, then regret, as she noticed me. "Jack, I wasn't expecting you."

"Who were those men?"I asked her, like some possessive husband.

She held out her arms to me, "Come here, Jack. Please."

I could never have resisted her in spite of my present uncertainties. I went and sat beside her on the bed where she took my head and drew it to her wonderful breasts. "Jack, I said I wouldn't be jealous of you with girls of your age. You must understand my needs. They are massive Jack. More than any one man can hope to satisfy."

"But two men--"

"Yes, two---at once. I won't hide that from you. You need to hear my story---someday. But for now--what have you been up to?"

Disappointed as I was at not being the one and only I went on to tell her about Jan and the spread of my reputation at school, highlighted by the taking of Mandy's virginity.

"A virgin? Well done, I'm so proud of you, Jack. Oh, you're going to have such a life."

How could she have been such a prophet?

"Now, have you got anything left for me?" she asked, as her hand slid down to my groin. "Oh, I think yes."

And she led me into that dark and wondrous path once again, showing me just how much pleasure there was in the world.

Just before I left she asked me if I had any plans for future conquests, "You could become more ambitious now."

How could I know that it would be school that would bring me a sexual conquest that I could have only dreamt about.

End of part three. 



Lessons from Sadie Ch. 04



Two nights before my unexpected experience at school Sadie led me through the pathways of anal sex. Remember she had already directed my fingers in that direction as a form of stimulus, and that night I was busying myself with that pleasuring. I was happily applying my tongue to her engorged clit, enjoying the sounds of her excited breathing. My fingers were spread so that while my index finger dallied in her vagina, with the subtle movement she had guided me into, my third finger was gentle teasing in and around her asshole. The difference in tensions of the two entrances was so intriguing. My cock was aching, longing to get involved in the action when Sadie touched my head and I looked up at her raised, impassioned face.

"Would you like to go in there?"

"Here, of course." I said, wiggling my index finger.

"No, the other one. Where you're working right now."

Put my cock into her ass? Was that allowed? But wasn't that how I'd felt about using my finger there? "Won't it hurt you?"

"It did, when it first happened---but that was---Well, I can take it now. Like to take it now."

And she sat up and turned her body so she was kneeling forward, her hand reached back, closed around my swollen cock, and drew me towards her raised ass. She placed my penis head against that tight hole, then lowered it to her vagina. "Once in there and then out."

Puzzled and uncertain I slid my cock deep into her vagina, thrilling at the sensation of it. "Now out---all the way out."

Regretfully, I retracted. "Now, you're nicely lubricated to enter." And she placed me back at that tight little entrance. "Now, just gentle pressure."

I just couldn't imagine my generously sized cock getting through that tiny opening. But with my first push I was an inch inside her and I heard her deep sigh of pleasure. As a pressed tentatively her hips suddenly thrust back and I was plunged into that deep mysterious passage. The forbidden place, I would have thought.

But God, it felt deliciously tight as I began thrusting back and forwards and Sadie's hips responded.

"Reach round to my clit," Sadie grunted.

I put both arms around her, hands spreading over her heaving belly and slid my fingers down into the moistness of her labia, where her little button was as erect as I'd ever felt it. I began strumming my fingers over it while continuing the deep slides into her ass. The excitement of it was making my balls ready to explode and I listened more attentively to her rapturous breathing, getting to recognise the sound of approaching climax. Sharp breathing quickening, before becoming more vocal, a husky guttural sound that rose to almost squeal pitch on an 'Ah' sound.

She wasn't quite to that yet, and I was enjoying this new experience, so different from the vaginal penetration. It was like having my erect cock pass along a series of tight rubber rings, with the first one the tightest, only everything was much warmer and more active than that.

Really excited now, I plunged full depth while my fingers flickered on her clit. I was about to burst. I humped faster, harder, forgetting everything about care, just riding on a wave of

exhultation that I could cum in this new found lobby.

And it was just then that Sadie's grunted,'Ah' began, repeated, higher pitched as she neared her own climax. She threw back her head and I lay over her back as I pushed deeply and she hissed, "Oh, yes, Jack. Aaah." Knowing she was there I was able to let go and that moment of wild release as I spurted up inside her was like no other I'd had up to that time. She, for her part, was crying out more than she had ever done thudding her buttocks back against me. My climax seemed to go on and on.

At last we collapsed together across the bed, sweated and

complete.

"If you ever try that with any of the many conquests you have ahead of you, be very careful. I'm already stretched there, but first time, no matter how much your fingering might have encouraged her,

can be difficult."

"Was yours?"

"Yes, but we won't talk about that now." She turned her face to mine. "Let's talk about your next conquest. Anyone in view?"

I told her there wasn't and that was the truth but just two days later a real plum literally dropped into my lap. And it just showed how easily word of mouth can create your reputation. 

In my earlier story I mentioned how much I was attracted to the blonde Miss Orry, our class tutor at school. I had always reckoned she couldn't have been more than fiveyears older than me. Maybe twenty three, twenty four. But such a trim figure, and she always wore thin sweaters that emphasised an elegant looking bust. Not large, but surely delectable.

Anyway, ever since my sessions with Jan and Mandy I had the feeling that Miss Orry had been giving me long inquisitive looks. Well, last session that Friday our group had a mixed gym session in which we did some circuit training and I was surprised to see Miss Orry come in and take over from Mr Martin, our usual instructor.

"I didn't know this was your area of expertise," I said to her as we crossed over between apparatus.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," she said, which could have been innocent, but the look that went with it intrigued me.

When the session finished and the others dashed off to the showers, boys to the left girls to the right, Miss Orry called me over and asked if I'd help put away the rest of the equipment. Fair enough, I thought. As we placed the last mattress in place in the storage cupboard she said, "Thank you, Jack." And treated me to a lovely smile.

When I got to the boys' changing rooms, they had all gone. The floor was pretty dry so I guessed that not many had bothered to shower. Feeling I needed a freshening up I stripped off my athletics gear, noticing that being near Miss Orry had brought my penis semi-erect. 

And magically, at that very moment Miss Orry popped her head around the door, her eyes glanced quickly down, and widened. She apologised as I stupidly tried to reach for a towel to cover up. Then, as she stepped further into the room I saw that she was wrapped in only a towel.

"I really am sorry," she breathed. "But my shower isn't working. I wondered if I might use yours." She paused, and glanced again to where my towel was making a poor job of covering the effect she was having on me. "When you're finished."

Finding my breath and noticing how the tops of her breasts seemed to be heaving out the cover of her towel I said, "No, you go first. I'll wait outside."

She had moved real close and her eyes looked up into mine, "Suppose I don't want you to go outside."

I tried be nonchalant but the very nearness of her had me all but panting.

"Can I be very frank with you, Jack?"

Dumbly I nodded my head. 

"Well, I couldn't help hearing Jan and Mandy---and what they were saying about you."

"Anything good."

"All of it good----very good." And to my delight she reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. "So good that I think you could be the one to do me a big favour."

And she went on to tell me about her boy friend and the deal they had made to remain virgins until they were married. "I kept my part. But that bastard has been having it off with his secretary. Won't touch me. I mean not completely. Well, two can play at that game."

I stood there stupid with amazement. Was she asking what I thought she was asking.

"Would you ---help me lose my virginity?" And she smiled at my shocked expression.

"But you're my teacher," I gasped.

"Well, for a short time I want you to be mine. Will you?"

I could feel my head nodding but I was paralysed with disbelief that I could be this lucky.

"Good," she said, and there in front of me she dropped her towel and added, "I'll get a shower first, eh?"

Her body was everything I had dreamed it would be. Firm rounded breasts with rose pink centres. Delicious curving from waist over hips, temptingly rounded belly leading down to a fine fair triangle of hair.

All of this, yet I was momentarily frozen by the fact that this was my school teacher I was ogling. And would a virgin display herself with such abandon? As though reading my thoughts she smiled and touched my cheek. "I have never been self conscious about my body," she said, before adding, "You like what you see?" I could only nod.

"Right, I'll shower." She stepped into the cubicle before turning back and breathing, "You can join me if you wish."

I immediately dropped my towel and stepped towards her, seeing her eyes lower to my thickening cock. "My goodness, Jan and Mandy weren't exaggerating."

As soon as I was under the steaming spray she began soaping my chest, then handed the soap to me to return the favour. If I say it was a pleasure that would be to minimise the sensations that ran through me as my hands soaped those delicious breasts. Her own hands glided down my body and her fingers strayed over and around my now high pointing cock. I soaped down her belly until my own fingers were roaming over her pubic mound touching briefly at the sensitive corner of her labia. She gave a quick intake of breath.

"Time to rinse, dry---and then----" And her fingers tightened around my cock. "He has important work to do."

We dried each other with such intimate care that we were both breathing faster as I followed her, each of us wrapped in a towel out to the obvious place. The store room where we had recently replaced the mattress.

She pulled off the towel, yanked at mine and spread them on the mattress before sitting down on the edge. I sat beside her and she came into my arms her lips searching for mine. Her tongue immediately stroked over mine, while her hands rubbed up and down my back. My own hands could not wait to caress those breasts, and now my fingers lingered around the nipples, stroking and gentle tugging at them. She moaned with pleasure, so I broke from the kiss, ran my lips along the side of her neck, mouthed the smoothness of her shoulder before tonguing across each of her breasts,concentrating finally on the left nipple which I licked then suckled on. The sensation was exciting to me, and her moans and bodily trembling told me it was having it's effect.

"My boy friend's done that," she whispered, near gasping her words, "But, oh, oh, never so effectively."

She lay back and without stopping my ministrations to her nipple I went with her, my hand movingup the inside of her thigh, where the skin had that indescribable smoothness. I allowed my fingers to ruffle through her pubic hair, and touch that first little labial corner. Her thighs parted and I let one finger run along that eternal crease, feeling it swelling under my touch.

"That," she gasped, "is as far as my boy-friend has been allowed to go." And one of her hands began gently massaging my cock.

"Never this?" I queried, and licked down over her belly until my tongue was fluttering over and moistening her labia. Her hand pulled frantically on my erection as she sighed, "Oh, God, that's-- that's---amazing. No, never--he never ----oh, don't stop."

I felt and saw the more natural juices moistening those delicious lower lips as my fingers moved to part them and reveal the little button there. My tongue flicked back and forward across it and her hips rose to meet my efforts. Her breathing was a series of grunted gasps while her hand worked furiously at my cock.

"What can I do? What can I do? Oh, it's---"

I briefly raised my head to tell her, "Use your mouth---on me."

"Like this?" And I felt her lips drift tentatively over my swollen glans, before moving, close mouthed,down my whole length. But as my fingers began probing around her vagina while my tongue strummed her clit, her mouth opened to take in my bulbous end. Almost immediately as I quickened my movements her head began thrashing and her mouth released me as she almost howled, "I'm going to cum."

"Not yet you're not," I said and quickly moved myself between her trembling thighs, posing the tip of my cock at her open vagina. "Now just relax. I'll be gentle."

"I can't relax. I want it so much." She drew in a massive breath as I entered about two inches into her. "Oh, yes---I need it."

A further two inches and I felt the expected obstruction. I raised my head to look into her eyes.

I was almost tempted to say, "Kiss it goodbye." But instead I said," You ready for this?"

"O, God, yes. Don't stop now."

I drew back my hips and then drove into her with one long stroke heading for her cervix. I felt the obstruction give, then it was gone and my cock plunged on and up into her, as she tensed with the initial pain but almost immediately began humping her hips in tune with my own movements.

Within seconds she was yelling my name as her orgasm took her. I kept up the intensity of my strokes as she mumbled incoherently. Then I was cumming too, pumping all I had up into that delightful wetness.

We lay for a moment on the mattress, "Thank you, Jack," she murmured.

"Thank you, Miss Orry."

She giggled, "Oh, you can't call me that after what we've just done."

She leaned over me, "Well, it's gone."

"As commanded," I said my hand moving gently between her moistened thighs. "Will you tell him?"

"I haven't made my mind up. Oh, Jack you were so big." And her fingers strayed along my flaccid member. My own fingers were tickling at her clit. And she gasped, "Oh, can we do it again?"

"Might be nice. Now that you're qualified."

She laughed and my cock twitched under her fingers. "It's coming back to life." Then she surprised me by bending to my tingling member and running her tongue along it, ignoring the taste and aroma of our recent coupling. In no time I was stiff and ready again, and her breathing was increasing in pace.

I entered her quickly and she growled her pleasure, as I ploughed her gently, raising my body to ensure each stroke ran along her clit. The walls of her vagina immediately began to respond, drawing on me like a series of suction pads. For minutes on end we moved in unison and then her hips started bucking fiercely and I pounded more selfishly until we came with a massive mutual exclamation of triumph.

"So good," she sighed, lying back splayed like a starfish on the mattress. God, I'd fucked my teacher the realisation wouldn't leave me.

The next time I saw Sadie, the following night actually, she was highly impressed, "Your teacher? Goodness, Jack, even I didn't expect your progress ---your reputation---to grow that fast."

She held my head between her hands,"Mind you don't expect the ladies to drop into your web so easily all the time. There will be times when you'll need lots of subtle technique. But while yourluck holds, enjoy it."

She drew my head to her naked breasts, "Now after you have done the honours with my body I think you are ready to hear my story and how I came to be this way."

And what Sadie told me about the treatment she received is reserved for the next chapter in this tale of my sexual development.

The end of chapter 4



Lessons from Sadie Ch. 05



As we lay sweated together after our exertions Sadie murmured "Jack, I swear, you get more adept every time. That was gold star quality."

I gave her an extra squeeze at the elation that gave me. I had just been challenged to give her a massive orgasm or as she put it, "Make me cum out of my mind." And she wanted me to do all the work. So I tried to apply all the elements of touch with fingers and tongue that she had taught me, laced with the subtlety of my movements once I'd entered her. I had been rewarded with a massive heaving of her body as she climaxed, and that was matched by my own vast cumming.

So now we lay enmeshed on the tumbled bed, my head between her superb breasts.

"I promised to tell you how I came to be this way, didn't I?" she said. "Want to hear it now?"

I told her I had been curious to hear her story.

"Not always pretty mind---" And, her voice occasionally shaky, she told me just what had happened to fashion her life.

One of the surprising things was to learn that at the age of eighteen she had had no sexual experience whatsoever. This was down to the rigid (frigid?) upbringing of her parents. Her father was principal of the local college which Sadie attended and frequently declared he knew exactly what was on the minds of most boys and she should have nothing to do with them. Her mother, a church organist, was even more severe in her warnings. Any mention of sex---or love for that matter---was instantly suppressed in their household. Her mother made sure that she always dressed in the plainest of clothes, abhored make-up, and ensured her breasts were encased in the most unrevealing bra. Sadie would later wonder how she'd ever been conceived. It seemed it must have been the chance of a rare event.

Of course, Sadie's strict parents made it very difficult for her with other girls at school. She knew they talked about her behind her back and she'd heard that some of the boys called her 'Sadie the sad virgin." Sad was right. She knew she was missing something in life. She'd heard other girls talking about their exploits with men and had been horrified hearing about an erect penis, what it looked like and what it could do. On the rare occasions her own fingers had strayed to her nether regions, sheer guilt had made her shy away from the momentary sensations of pleasure.

Then came that sunny Sunday afternoon when she was permitted to take her customary stroll through the local park. Dressed in a plain white blouse and button up black flared skirt she was warned before leaving the house not to consort with any boys.

Strolling by the lake she was struck, not for the first time, by the sight of young couples clutching each other as they walked. Park benches would have couples kissing, or just gazing into each other's eyes. What was she missing?

The thought of how she would ever have a boy friend was broken by a deep voice behind her. "Excuse me, but do you have the time?" Startled, she turned to find herself looking up into a darkly handsome face. But this wouldn't be talking to a boy. This was a man. Mid twenties, Sadie guessed. Tall and quite obviously well proportioned, in his white shirt and black pants. Sadie felt an unfamiliar tremor deep inside, but she managed to tell him that it was ten minutes after two.

"Thank you," he said, then he smiled and added, in a rich brown voice,"I see we wear the same colours." Then he was walking away leaving Sadie reflecting on her chances of ever seeing him again. If only she could have known!

A couple of circles of the lake, watching young lovers and kids fishing she turned towards the main gate. Rounding the corner of the gate pillar she collided with someone coming the other way. Her knee banged on something and she staggered back, only to be held by a pair of strong hands. Shaken, her breath caught in her throat when she saw it was the man from the park.

"I'm terribly sorry. So clumsy of me. Are you all right?"

Basically she was unhurt, simply confused by the man's sudden reappearance.

"Here, let me walk with you a short way. Make sure you're okay."

And her weak protests were lost as he took her elbow and walked with her alongside the park wall. There were one or two cars parked along the sidewalk and, then, as they passed a large black van, its rear door suddenly shot open. The hand holding her elbow turned her quickly in that direction. Before she could work out what was happening, she was lifted off her feet and hands were reaching for her from the dark interior of the van.

"Hurry," a voice urged. She was about to open her mouth in protest as she was dragged into the rear of the van when a heavy hand covered it. Her heart pounding in terror at the suddenness of it all, she heard the voice of the man who'd brought her to this say, "Careful, Max, don't hurt her. Nobody gets hurt." Then a strange smelling cloth replaced the hand over her mouth and dizzying fumes filled her head and then she felt nothing.

She came to her senses only slowly. There were voices and at first she thought she was in her own bed, only the sheet she lay on felt too silky. She tried to move her hand to feel the texture. That's when she found her hands unable to move. They were tied above her head, and when she tried to move her feet they too were tethered so that her legs were humiliatingly spread. That brought her awake quickly. "Ah, here she comes," a male voice growled. "Let's get started." 

"Stop your rush, Max." Sadie found herself looking up at the man from the park, and she began remembering, and with it the fear kicked in.

"Please, let me go," she said weakly. The one she'd heard called Max growled, "Could have had her stripped ready. Let's get it on here." He was the only pot bellied one, his face unshaven, dark and heavy.

"Ease up, Max. Plenty of time. Gently does it." This was a tall slender black man, who was smiling down at her.

"That's the idea, Jaz." The man from the park said. God, in spite of her fear Sadie found him so very handsome. He stood over her now and his voice was gentle. "Try not to be scared. We are here to give and take pleasure. We have no wish to hurt you."

"I just want to go home," Sadie said, trying to suppress the sob in her voice.

"Look, call me Mike. That's Jaz. Over there is Craig." He indicated a tall blonde haired man wearing a check shirt. He had a large dimple in his chin. "And the tubby one is Max."

The unshaven face scowled, "Less of the tubby and let's get started."

Four fully grown men and she was their prisoner. She tried to blind her mind to what their intentions were.

"Please untie me," she pleaded, tugging at the restraints on her wrists.

Mike smiled down at her, "I'd like to do that --er--your name is?"

Without thinking she told him. "Right, Sadie. I'd like to untie you but we have to be sure you don't try anything silly. Now first, we need to remove your clothes."

Sadie tensed. Her clothes off? In front of all these men? The very thought of her naked body being exposed like that brought her close to fainting.

"Would you do it yourself?" Mike queried, his voice undemanding. Sadie shook her head fiercely. Mike shrugged and nodded to the one called Craig, who leaned towards her and to her horror began unbuttoning her blouse. Without even thinking about it she heard her own voice yelling, "No!" Her body continuing to heave against her restraints. Then Jaz with an apologetic smile began unfastening the buttons down the front of her skirt.

As both garments parted there were murmurs of approval. "I love flat bellies like that." Max sneered.

To her horror Sadie saw Craig produce a knife and lean towards her. She cried out in terror.

"It's all right." Craig said gently, "just lie still or you might get cut." And with two swift moves he cut the straps of her bra and immediately sliced at the side of her panties. Sadie to her dismay felt them being peeled away down to one of her ankles.


She was totally naked, legs spread, and four pairs of eyes were devouring her exposed body.

"Hey," Max said with a gruff laugh," a pussy that looks like a mouse. I can't wait to get some of that tail."

Mike pushed at him, showing some anger, "Do you have to be so---macho?" He looked down at Sadie," You have a lovely body. You're boy friend must be very proud of you." "I don't have a boy friend," Sadie said tearfully, feeling the reddening of her face under the onslaught of lustful stares. Then without ever knowing why, she added, "Never have had."

"Never? Does that mean you're a -----" Max left it unfinished. "Boy, this gets better and better."

"We'll have to be particularly careful with you, Sadie," Mike said, and he turned to Max. "You hear me? Careful." "I hear you. Can we just get on with it?" From her prone position Sadie could see Max's hands clenching and unclenching. What were they going to get on with? Her brain shut down on the answer to that.

Mike sat on the bed beside her,"May I kiss you, Sadie?"

Sadie felt the fear welling deep inside her, fear and shame combined to make her heart beat a frantic tattoo. Such a handsome man, in other circumstances his request might have thrilled her. But now she turned her head away and closed her eyes.

"Very well," Mike said. "We'll have to do without the kissing for now."

Sadie felt his fingers touch her shoulder and instinctively her flesh tried to cringe away from it. But the fingers were delicate,almost soothing, as they traced along the curve of her shoulders, and down to--Her breast! The fingers were touching her breast. She turned and looked up into Mike's face, "Please, no." she whimpered. 

His dark head nodded, "You'll be all right," he said reassuringly, as his fingers traced the full globe of her left breast. Sadie felt she would die from the humiliation, she could never face people again. Mike's full hand closed around her breast, squeezing gently. She trembled, her breath sobbing in her throat, as his fingers trailed over and around her nipple. At that point fingers moved over her right breast, and on opening her eyes she saw it was Craig, not Michael on that side. Just as her sense of utter terror rose she became aware of a different sensation. The fingers on her nipples were giving her a tingling sensation. A gentle current that buzzed through her bosom. She felt the bed rock a little, Mike and Craig had moved and she glanced down to see a black hand on her right breast and felt a rough slightly painful squeeze on her left. Max was sitting there, dark eyes glaring lustfully into hers. She winced as his fingers pinched at her nipple.

"Easy, Max," Mike's voice ordered. "Too bloody slow this." "You can leave whenever you like, Max."

"What, and miss the pick of this fruit--no way."

Mike and Craig were lower down the bed and she felt hands on her belly and her thighs. Oh, God, no,not there. She wasn't going to be able to stand this shameful intrusion. But the hands on her skin were so soothing---apart from Max, and that electric sensation in her bosom seemed to be spreading. At this point Jaz lowered his hairless head and she felt his tongue tickle around her nipple. That made her whole body jerk, she could have sworn she felt her nipple rise. Now he was gently licking and sucking at it. God, it wasn't unpleasant, not unpleasant at all. And that was the point that Max copied Jaz, bent to her breast and bit at her nipple causing her to cry out in pain.

Mike pushed Max aside."I won't tell you again, Max. We made certain rules here."

"Ah, let's fuck her and have done with it," Was all Max could mutter. Sadie shuddered at the coarseness of his words.

Mike was leaning over her again, "Sorry about that," he said, and he lowered his head to her breast,tongued her nipple and made little sucking movements all round the full globe of her breast. Jaz was still mouthing her right breast and the ministrations of the two mouths were producing an effect that was totally new to Sadie. The terror about the intimidation had eased just a little and a warm glow was building somewhere inside her, all stemming from the action on her nipples.

Then Mike's head moved and his lips and tongue began to trail down over her belly, while his fingers gently stroked along the inside of her spread thighs. 

"You have delightful skin, Sadie." She heard him murmur but she froze as his fingers strayed through her pubic hair, before drifting back to her inner thigh. He was too close to her private place, too close. This was wrong. His fingers continued their passage between her pubic mound and her inner thighs while his tongue licked around her navel. 

Craig and Jaz continued to suckle at her breasts, and briefly she caught a glimpse of Max standing back, with a sulky, impatient look on his face.

Sadie found it hard to comprehend the sensations that were coursing through her. Her whole body seemed alert, alive with electric impulses stemming from the action on her breasts. But as Mike's fingers worked from thigh to pubis she became nervously aware that she wanted his touch somewhere else. In fact she wondered whether she might have had an accident down there. Between her legs was feeling strangely moist. And even as the thought arrived Mike's finger roamed along her labia and her body tensed and jerked at the unexpected pleasure of it. 

"Mm, feels like you're interested." Mike said, and his fingers moved faster, probing through the folded lips until one finger tip rested on some part of her that had her gasping with shock, she felt muscular contractions in her lower body that she had never known. Lovely contractions deep inside that secret place that Mike's fingers were now exploring. Then Mike moved his head and his mouth was down there. Surely not, she thought. He can't be putting his mouth there---can he? Not only his mouth, his lips were on those lower lips. Then she felt his tongue licking at that spot-- that same spot--that had------Oh, God! Sadie's whole body was ablaze with sensation, her skin must be turning fiery red. Mike's tonguing continued,his fingers lingered deeper. Sadie wanted her arms free, her legs free, they needed to be doing something. She didn't know what. All she knew was the pounding of her blood, the jerking of her body.Something was going to happen---on top of everything she'd felt so far. Without thought she allowed herself to collapse into it. Her nether regions felt agape, demanding more as her head tossed from side to side. A lift shaft opened up inside her, warmth flooded in, wetness, and trembling heat. A throbbing that clutched to the very heart of her. The sounds she was hearing were her own noises as she groaned and yelped under the thrall of this delirium which had come upon her. 

Mike raised his head, "By hell, lady, when you cum you really cum."

She saw him nod to Jaz, "Your turn pal." And the next moment Jaz's black face was smiling at her before lowering to her throbbing thighs. Was he going to repeat it? No, that couldn't happen to her twice, could it.? But as soon as Jaz's mouth ran along her moistened labia she was gasping with the pleasure of it. "Untie me---please." As Jaz's tongue searched into her deepest parts Mike stood over her. "Can I trust you?" he asked.

"I need to move," she choked, as the sensations started again. Mike quickly undid the straps. Sadie's immediate reaction was to press one hand on the back of Jaz's head while her thighs spread even wider. Jaz moved his tongue to that special spot. He only stopped to mutter, "Hell of a swollen clit." Then his gentle licking began again, while his fingers probed deep into her vagina. Within just a few seconds her body was heaving to the same muscular contractions, the same heated sensations.

Jaz sat back as her fever calmed, "Yeah, you can sure feel that virgin head inside her."

When Craig took his place Sadie was almost eager for his attention. He was even more caring than the other two, slower and so, more tantalising, and, as she felt her body responding, she was suddenly aware of Mike kneeling on the bed near her head. "Now that your hands are free maybe you'd like something to hang on to?" And as he spoke he unzipped his trousers and Sadie found herself staring at her first fully erect penis. It looked massive, so much bigger than she could ever have expected. At any other time it would have repelled and horrified her, but as her insides responded once again to the oral stimulations of Craig her gaze was more one of wonder.

From her prone position she could see the thick dark vein running up the underside from the full wrinkled sack right up to the bulbous purple head. Fascinating. Without even thinking, and consumed by the fires in her lower belly, she reached out her fingers to touch the swollen member. It was pleasing to see Mike's eyes close as she trailed her fingers along its length. Good to know that men had weaknesses. "Would you like to put your mouth on it?" Mike asked quietly.

Her mouth? There? But then she recalled what their mouths had done and were doing to her and, raising her head as Mike leaned in towards her, she allowed her lips to ripple back and forward along that thick blue vein. Mike gasped with pleasure and at that same moment Craig's licking hit her trigger full on and she convulsed as the climax hit her once again. Her mouth gaped open and, almost in automatic reaction, enveloped Mike's rampant penis. As the ecstatic impulses filled her, her tongue and mouth sucked avidly on it.

She only became aware of what she was doing as the climax faded and she was suddenly conscious of the sensations presented by Mike's cock in her mouth. It was a warm, generous feeling. She wanted to give.To give and go on giving. She let the bulbous head run along the inside of her cheek, mouthing it, rolling her tongue at it, until she heard Mike cry out and a hot saltiness invaded her mouth. "Swallow, Sadie. Just swallow." Mike gasped, and she heard mutters of encouragement from nearby, as his fluids jetted down her throat.

Gasping for breath she lay back and Mike's flaccid member slipped away from her. Now she became aware of another mouth nuzzling into her labia, and glancing down she saw the darkly shaved head of Max.

"Like to try this one now, Sadie," a deep voice beside her asked, and sitting up she found the long black erection of Jaz near her face. A black cock in her mouth? Well, it might take her mind off Max's rougher mouthings down there. She felt his teeth on her clit and along her labia and winced. Mike must have seen this and she heard him order,"Watch it, Max. Keep it easy."

Max's response was to poke three fingers into her. She didn't believe he could ever be gentle. But Jaz was being very considerate as she allowed her tongue to play around his cock head. "Oh, thank you for this, Sadie."

Sadie wondered if she was out of her mind. Why was this feeling so natural? For the briefest of moments she thought of her mother and father, but quickly banished that as her lips surrounded Jaz's swollen member, and she drew it deeply to the back of her throat. So easy. In only a few minutes Jaz's cock twitched mightily and she felt the hot spurt begin and sucked on him with vigour, swallowing deeply at the same time. "My God, Mike," Jaz gasped as he slipped from between her lips. "This is some virgin."

Max had been continuing his rough mouthing of Sadie's intimate parts, but now he sat back and grumbled, "Bitch isn't going to cum for me." Then he saw that Craig was now having his erection licked and suckled by Sadie. "Oh, but I'll have some of that."

Sadie had been surprised to discover that Craig's penis was the longest of the lot. A little thinner than Jaz's but quite a mouthful when she started on it. She just couldn't get her mind round how she had taken to this. It was as if all her sexuality had been locked away for so long it relished this release. And still untapped somewhere deep inside her she was aware of an unsatisfied craving.




Lessons from Sadie Ch. 05



Craig was very quick. She had hardly given him two hearty sucks when she felt him explode against the back of her throat and another load went pumping down into her stomach, "Waited too long," was Craig's excuse when the others mocked at his speed. "I'm taking my time,"Max sneered, unzipping his fly in front of Sadie's face. His fat sausage like erection pointed directly at her and she could immediately smell urine and stuff where the others had been so clean. "Open up," Max ordered. Sadie found this more of a chore and she was even more reluctant when Max immediately thrust his evil tasting cock to crash against her tonsils. Too much, she thought. Time for a lesson, and without even bothering about the consequences she sank her teeth into Max's fat member. Well, he had bitten her. Max gave a screeching yell of pain as he yanked his tooth-marked cock away. "You bitch!" he yelled, and struck Sadie's head sideways with the back of his hand. Hurt and slightly stunned she heard Mike snap,"You miserable bastard." And she saw him push Max against the wall. "You've had your warnings, Max. You're not meant for this crew. Just beat it." Max scowled and started to protest but the others moved threateningly towards him and he hurried to the door. He stopped and glared back at Sadie, "I'm not finished with you, bitch." And then he hurried out as Mike charged across the room.

The outside door slammed and Mike came back to the bedside. "I'm sorry about that. We had a rule about how this should be done."

"I never trusted him, " Jaz put in, and Craig nodded in agreement.

Mike then helped Sadie off the bed and handed her a silk robe. "Bathroom's there. Get yourself cleaned up."

"Am I allowed to go?" Sadie asked.

"Not yet," Mike said apologetically."Don't you like our company?" And his lovely smile made her blush in spite of all that had happened.

The bathroom was lovely and clean, tiled in a brown and white design. She had a good shower and found a pleasant mouthwash which was something she needed, although she admitted to herself that the salty taste hadn't been too bad.

When she returned Mike handed her a small glass containing a greyish liquid, "Drink this. You'll find it'll help you."

Tentatively she took the glass and held it to her lips. It smelled of peppermint and she quickly downed it in one draught. Within seconds she began to feel whoozy, and realised she had been given some kind of sedative. Mike lay her back on the bed and pulled the duvet over her. "Sleep now," he said gently, and as she felt herself slipping away he added, "Tomorrow will be your grand awakening."

And she slept. 

When she woke up she lay for a while slowly realising where she was. Then she began recalling, with some amazement what had been happening to her. She realised that, without doubt, she was already a different person to what she had been yesterday morning.

She slipped out of bed, ignoring the chance to pull on the robe which lay at the foot of the bed, and tiptoed naked to the curtained window. Pulling aside the curtain she saw a barred window and beyond, what appeared to be a tight courtyard, with only a blank wall facing her.

At that moment the bedroom door opened and Jaz came in wearing only his pants, but carrying a tray. "Ah, you're awake. Just in time for breakfast." He called to the others. They came trooping in, all stripped to the waist, which struck Sadie as rather amusing. As if she needed impressing. After all here she was totally naked in front of three guys and not one tremor of embarrassment or shame. How she had changed already!

They chatted while she ate toast and drank the strong black coffee. Mike told her how they'd formed this little club just for the sole purpose of giving pleasure---"And taking some, of course." He added with that gentle smile.

Breakfast over Mike asked her to lie back on the bed. "Just relax and enjoy it."

He removed his pants and she saw that his penis was already half erect. Without even having to think about it she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it in a smooth massaging grip. She thrilled at the power of bringing it to instant full erection. "By God, you're going to be the best," he growled. Then putting his face close to hers he asked, "Mind if I kiss you today?" After what they'd done the previous day the request almost made her laugh. She had sucked cock and been licked almost crazy but she had not really experienced a real soulful kiss.

Mike's lips were firm against hers and she was immediately aware of the probing of his tongue. Parting her lips, she felt it slide wildly over hers, searching around her mouth, setting off massive tingling around her inner cheeks. For her part she was only too happy to return this kind of pleasure. Her passion was further aroused by Mike's hands on her breasts. Well, on one of her breasts, the other was having the nipple licked in quite delightful manner, while at the same time a finger was trailing along the groove of her labia. That particular touch soon stopped being fingering and became the tip of a tongue ,licking and probing at her quickly swelling lower lips. Madly she pulled at Mike's cock while her tongue tangled with his in an oral wrestle.

The licking between her legs was driving her frantic. Managing a glance down she saw that it was Jaz supplying the subtle tonguing. Her whole body was opening up, her feminine secret passage once again an empty lift shaft, craving some kind of intrusion. Jaz's voice came up from his task, "I'd say she's ready Mike."

Mike broke from their kiss and looked down at her as he moved his body over hers. Jaz's head moved away and she released Mike's cock as he moved his hips over hers. She knew exactly what was going to happen. Her first kiss and now her first---

She gasped as the head of MIke's erection entered her. Oh, yes the lift shaft was about to come into operation. She was so ready for it----wanted it---wanted to feel her muscle contractions being rewarded. Mike was being very cautious, almost annoying. She had an urge to scream at him to do it. His cock entered her slowly, deliberately. Then there was that strange pressure touch and Mike looked into her face. "Just a little pain now," he murmured, his own breath sounding harsh.

With that he drew back a little before plunging deeply.

Sadie jerked with the spasm of pain as her hymen burst, but that was quickly assuaged by the surge of the whole of Mike's cock reaching into her very womb it seemed. Ah, yes, the lift shaft was filled. Again he drew back, and again plunged deeper, ever deeper. Somewhere there was a wild wailing noise and Sadie suddenly realised it was herself. Every muscle in her body throbbed as Mike's strokes into her became more rhythmic, until, shifting his body slightly his cock ran along her clit with each push and she thought she could feel every pulse of blood in her veins. Every part of her was coming alive with electric currents. Her vaginal walls matched Mike's pace and drew on each thrust. Then her mind was leaving her, she became lost in wave after wave of ecstasy and her joy increased when she heard Mike grunt and gasp and felt him surge up into her with a final strong thrust followed by every decreasing pushes as they came together.

"All right?" Mike queried as he withdrew from her.

Her eyes still half closed with the sheer bliss that she was experiencing she said, "All right? I'm something more than all right."

"Ready for more?" That wasn't Mike's voice, and opening her eyes she saw that Jaz was poised over her.

Was she ready for more? Was it possible to ride that torrent of passion again? Was life that kind? And would a black cock make any difference? The flood of questions were answered very quickly, for, even as they crossed her mind, Jaz's cock entered her and surged her full length, making her gasp.

"Sorry," Jaz exclaimed, drawing back slightly thinking he'd hurt her.

"No, no. It's just----oh, ---do it. Do it."

Sadie could not believe her own desire for this second plunge into her insides. But her whole body seemed alert for it. More and more she was learning truths about herself.

Jaz was wonderfully deliberate. Each stroke of his cock sent shivers of delight through her.

For her part she was fast learning how to match the thrusts with her own impulses, her own heaving hips, rising to meet each pressure from Jaz. Sadie was finding that at the very least there was a wonderful comfort in feeling an erect penis active inside her, but, joyfully, there was much more than that, and as their thrusting grew more rapid that wonderful surge began throughout her muscle system. Waves of rapture swept over her as once again she felt herself cumming and as it happened Jaz threw back his head, made a great gargling sound, and gave one almight final thrust that almost lifted her from the bed.

No sooner had Jaz dribbled out of her than Craig was there, his extra long penis reaching into her feeding her rising fires. Craig however was rapid. After about ten vigorous thrusts he was gasping, and Sadie felt the head of his cock against her cervix as he came and went on cumming for much longer than the other two.

When he had left her she lay back on the bed feeling absolutely served.

"Think you've earned a rest," Mike said. "Come on I'll take you through to the bathroom where you can shower."

It was lovely to stand under the warm jets of the shower. Sadie soaped herself down and not surprisingly paid special attention to soaping between her legs, where she wasn't at all sore. Numb maybe, but from what she had learned about herself so far that wouldn't last too long. When she was dried and covered with her robe Mike brought her some magazines. "We're going out down to the local bar so you can have a good rest."

He leaned down and gently kissed her brow, "You've been wonderful," he said quietly.

She heard the room door lock and then the outer door close. She sat on the edge of the bed brushing out her hair, and contemplating what life could have in store for her from now on. What amazed her more than anything was the manner in which her whole body seemed to have been awakened. She had found that she had a very strong sexuality, one that could not easily be appeased.

Sadie had just begun to flick through the magazines when she heard the outer door open. Well, that hadn't taken them long. There were muffled voices, and the bedroom door knob turned. She glanced up with a ready smile which quickly froze.

Standing in the doorway, a malevolent sneer on his face stood Max. Behind him there were two other men.

Desperately Sadie leapt from the bed to make for the shelter of the bathroom, but Max was across the room in a flash, grabbing her by the hair, turning and stripping away her robe all in one motion. His hard rough hands clutched her buttocks as he held her close to his evil smelling breath and she could feel his hardness against her groin. "I warned you, bitch. Now, you pay. You pay good. A fucking you've never dreamed of. Eh lads?"

His two companions were almost carbon copies of Max with their grubby T-shirts and pants and their dark, scowling, stubbly faces.

"Yeah, you were right Max. Looks like we've hit the jackpot."

"Show the bitch what she's going to get," Max growled, grinding himself against her.

The pair dropped their pants to reveal huge erections and Sadie, frozen in horror, remembered the uncleanliness of Max's the previous day. She guessed they would be the same. How could she get out of this?

Max was holding her imprisoned with one hand while the other felt down between her legs, hurting her with his wild groping. "No,"he growled, "I'm not going where those bastards have worked. I'll bet they haven't been up your ass."

While Sadie wrestled with the implications of what he was saying, he turned her and pushed her face down across the corner of the bed. so that her head hung over the bottom section, "Grab her arms one of you."

Roughly she was held in that face down position and heard the unzipping behind her. Then cringed as an erect cock brush over her buttocks.

"Go on, Arty," Max called, "While I'm up her ass you can give her a mouthful." And he put his mouth to her ear. "And any biting, bitch and I'll cut your tits---right off----Understand?"

Then his fingers began pushing at her asshole. Oh, God she thought, not there. It had to be too small.

The one called Arty was waving his massive erection in front of her. She had guessed right. It smelled filthy and unwashed, urine and semen. She kept her lips tight shut.

The next instant she was screaming out loud as Max penis was pushed into her. The pain was excruciating. And her open mouthed scream gave Arty his chance and he thrust his steaming cock into her mouth, but by twisting her head aside she was able to spill it.

Then she was gasping again as Max thrust deeper into her resisting ass. Pain, nothing but pain. But somewhere in her tangled senses came the feeling that it need not be like that. Arty pushed his cock at her mouth again as Max began a rhythmic pressure edging deeper and deeper inside her."Wait till I cum, you bitch. You'll wish---"

And it was at that moment that she heard the outside door, heard Mike's roar of anger, felt Max's swift withdrawal and Arty's cock vanished from her view. The next instant Mike and the others were piling into the room, Max's two cohorts grabbed their gear and made for the door, and she saw Mike grab Max and hurl him across the room.

"You dirty bastard, " Mike cried, and hit him. Max slumped. Jaz and Craig grabbed him and they dragged him out of the room.

"You all right?" Mike asked touching her cheek, as she rose unsteadily from the bed. She nodded numbly.

Then Mike went out and closed the bedroom door. All she heard was the sound of blows being struck, grunts and gasps of pain, and with some satisfaction she knew who they were coming from.

After a while she heard the outside door open and close, before Mike came back into the room. He sat beside her on the bed and said, "I can't tell you how sorry I am. The guys are taking care of him. We should never have included him."

He encouraged her to take another shower to rid herself of the experience as far as possible, but in Sadie's mind there was going to be only one way for her to eradicate what Max had done to her. When she returned, wrapped in her robe, Mike handed her a glass containing the grey liquid. "I think you'll benefit from a little rest."

She took the glass in her hands surprised that she felt vaguely disappointed that they were not going to pay any more attention to her. She drank the minty liquid down, and in no time she lay back on the bed. Mike, Jaz and Craig stood around her. Her last thought was that she felt a bit like Snow White with three very well hung giant dwarves. She slept.

When she woke it was dark outside and a single bulb burned above her. She felt beautifully relaxed and when Craig came into the room he asked how she was. 

"Come over here and I'll show you," she said quietly.

A puzzled frown on his face he walked to the side of the bed and Sadie reached out,ran her hand over his groin, and began unzipping his pants. His long penis already semi-erect sprang out and she instantly closed her mouth around it. That was just how she felt and she was only slightly surprised at her forwardness.

Mike called from the other room, "Everything okay, Craig?"

"Everything's bloody marvellous," Craig gasped as Sadies tongue caressed around his now hugely swollen glans.

The other two hurried in,"You sneaky devil," Jaz laughed.

In no time Craig was spurting his hot fluid down her throat and she swallowed it easily.

Mike had begun gently stroking the inside of her thigh. "Do we all get some of that?" he asked.

"I know what I want you to do" Sadie said, without hesitation.

"What's that?"

"I want you to overlay the memory of what Max was doing to me," she told him.

"Overlay?"

"Yes, I don't want the memory of him back there. I'd rather you filled me in that way. To cover his filthy tracks."

Mike glanced at the others, and they each shrugged uncertainly. "It can be tricky."

"Don't you want to?"

"Are you sure, Sadie? 

She rolled over on her stomach with her beautifully rounded rear in the air, "That's how sure I am."

Mike removed his pants and moved close up behind her. He began fingering along her labia, feeling that she was already moist there. The next thing she felt was his erect penis entering her vagina from the rear.

"No, not that one," she protested.

"Just getting some lubrication," he assured her. He withdrew and she felt him carefully place his penis head against her rear hole. Slowly he moved it forward.

There was just a little painful stretching then she knew he was at least two inches into her. She pushed her buttocks back at him bringing him deeper into her. The sensations were immediate for her. Blood pounding all through herlower body.

She looked up and winked at Jaz and gestured with her fingers. He came up to her face and she licked her lips as she gazed at the bulge in his pants. Without hesitation he unzipped himself and she began licking around the purple black head of his cock while savouring the careful thrusting of Mike.

As she felt Mikes scrotum strike against her she knew he was fully in and she drew Jaz deep to the back of her throat. God, the sheer piston action in her ass was having amazing effects on her. She never wanted it to end But soon as she sucked on Jaz and as Mike's thrusts quickened, she felt herself plunging over the edge, and when Mike reached round and ran his fingers through her labia and onto her clit she felt she could have swallowed Jaz whole. She thrust back and knew that Mike was on the verge of cumming himself. So she attacked Jaz's penis with renewed vigour, buoyed by the sensations coursing through her body. Mike groaned his climax as he pumped his seed up into her colon and at the same time Jaz succumbed to her efforts and his seed shot into the back of her throat. And for an instant they were all three high in the ecstasy of the moment..

Sadie looked at Jack as she completed her story, "And that is how I'm the way I am." she said, then she smiled and kissed his stunned face. "Well, I assume that's the reason. But how can I know for certain that I wouldn't have been sex mad without that experience with Mike and his friends?"

Jack was staggered by what she had told him, "And you never saw them again?"

Sadie shook her head, "I was a little sorry when they told me they had to move on. We had another session. Then they all kissed me goodbye--well more than just kissed me. And I had to go back to my parents and claim I'd suffered a temporary loss of memory."

"And they believed you?"

"I think so. But I couldn't stay home after that. I wanted more. So much more. I've been searching ever since."

And she began kissing along my thigh and I was able to demonstrate the excitement her story had roused in me.

The end



Lessons from Sadie



Sadie lay her voluptuous body back on the bed and opened her legs with the knees raised. "Come on, Jack Just let yourself glide into me. You've prepared me good. Now finish me good."

Uncertainly I moved between her legs and she reached down and held my cock, drew it towards her, guiding, her fingers holding the tip to direct it into that smouldering orifice that I had just finished licking out.

I felt the bulbous head of my cock enter and immediately felt the muscles of her vaginal walls contracting to draw me in. At the same time I felt that familiar welling from my balls. I was going to shoot. Christ, before I'd hardly started. 

I told Sadie. 

She gave me that sexy smile and shook her head. "No you re not. Not this time. Not before you've stuffed me good." And her hand reached down and I felt her finger and thumb grip tight around my cock just above the balls. 

I had frozen in fear of shooting my load now she said urgently, "You re all right. Now let me feel that gorgeous prick inside me. "

I eased my cock into her as her hand released me. The threat of an early rush had gone and my rod slid easily right up to the hilt. So far that I was sure that I could feel the head push against some part of her deep inside. I didn't dare ask, what did I do now. I was inside, deep, deep into that warm wetness and it was the best feeling I'd ever had. But now? She sensed my uncertainty. "Pull back ---Not too much---Yes, there. Now plunge back---all the way"

I had eased my hips back feeling my cock being adulated by her vibrating walls. Now I pushed it back as far as it would go. 

"Now---again---back--faster--- "And her voice was strained, excited, by what I was doing to her. 

I swung my hips back and forward felt my rod working like a piston inside her. 

Hey, I was fucking. This is what it's like. It was better than anything I could have imagined. The hotness of it, the wetness, the smells of perfume and feminine musk. 

Sadie moaned. "Oh, God, ---I knew---I knew----Suck my tits, Jack. Suck my tits---" 

I needed no second offer, pounding away into her delightful crotch I let my lips snap and bite at her engorged nipples.

Sadie was breathing harder than I was, her head tossing from side to side, her long hair flared across her face. "Ooh, it's there. Oh, yes Jack. Cum in me. Cum. Cum now. Do it. Do it." Her voice became a screech of near desperation. 

A dam burst deep inside my balls and the flood poured into my cock, as with one final plunge I heard my own voice yell something wild. And I was trying to push the head of my cock up into the depths of her belly. While her hips rose from the bed to meet me and we ground ourselves together and groaned and gasped in unison. It seemed like I wouldn't stop, I felt I was pushing gallons of my cum up into her and she was taking it so gratefully. 

At last we were calm and I lay nestled against her flat, sweated belly as my cock slowly shrank out of her. 

I'd done it. I'd had sex. I'd fucked---and fucked an older woman. 

"That was a good start," Sadie murmured, stroking my hair. 

"Start?" I said, delighted and surprised.

Oh, yes, that's just lesson one. You re a fast learner Jack. But there are a lot of cold women in the world. You need to know how to overcome that. 

"But---but how?" 

Sadie sat up and took my face in her hands, her blue eyes blazed deeply into mine, "You've got the potential to become a real love machine. I might not get all the benefit of that. But a lot of women in this world are going to be eternally grateful"

I doubt if even she realised how prophetic her words would be over the following years. 

So from being the shy boy, in just two hours I'd begun to find the first confidence in matters of sex and my own body. Begun to know about the needs of women. More lessons? Yes, so much more to learn. Sadie would be my eager tutor and I would also hear her own story of how she discovered her own sexuality. I've so much more to tell. 

- The End -