6 comments/ 26070 views/ 24 favorites Engineers Can Be Trained By: tustin92614 I love smart guys. They are interesting, fun, quirky, and just all-around adorable. Part of my attraction is that they completely lack any "game," and don't have any idea how to be a "player." And they are often just totally oblivious to the signals a horny girl sends out. But, this also means they don't get laid much, and when they do, they are waaay too wound up and waaaay too serious to be much good at it. So, as a VERY horny Junior coed at a Southern California engineering school, I decided that if I wanted to date engineers, I was going to have to figure out how to get them better in bed. As I really really really really need good sex. I guess you can say I've been pretty successful in my de-virgining efforts, and posted two stories already that had several engineers finally enjoying a real girls coupled to the distal end of their penises. One side benefit: these guys are trained up to my standards, and REALLY learn fast how to REALLY please a girl. Not needed for this story, but the other stories were "An End to Virginity" and "How to Seduce an Engineering Student." I'm still pretty active with the three boys from those stories, but they are also hooking up with a couple of my girlfriends, and they have also have been successful on the open-pussy market. Sex with them is great (I trained them!) but the frequency is going down (so to speak.) So, I am still on the prowl for a new guy or two. I thought you might like to hear how a recent Thursday (and Friday morning) went. I had two classes this morning (the boring part of my day) and at lunchtime walked to the campus cafeteria to get what they generously call "food." I planned to sit in their covered patio and eat, and get a start on some nasty Calculus assignments. I teach an aerobics class at 6:00, so my whole afternoon was open. I got my "lunch" and went to the patio, but it was oddly busy. I guess the Seniors had a meeting with the Career Office to talk about the on-campus interviews that start next week. This is a really stress-out time for Seniors when they gotta go find someone to pay them so they can pay back their $120,000 of student loans. There were no empty tables, but there were a couple with just one person, so I figured I would get a place using squatters rights. One table had an OK, normal looking guy, a Senior, that I had seen in a couple of my humanities classes. He always seemed super shy after class, so I never had a chance to talk to him before. "Hey," I said to him as I set my tray at his table. "I am Amy, I've seen you in some of my classes. Mind if I sit and do some homework?" "Keith. Sure," he said softly, but startled and seeming uncomfortable with my sudden appearance in his space. "I am almost done." I was really glad I had not gone all-out getting ready today. I still had on some nice designer jeans that showed off my butt, and a silky top that hung nicely on my boobs, but nothing too sexy or revealing. And good thing, as anything cuter than this would have made this poor guy explode, or at least totally unable to talk. I felt compelled to help this guy out. I sat down at the table, but keeping my body as far from his as possible to keep him more comfortable. I even positioned my arms as best I could so he wouldn't feel compelled to have to look too much at my boobs. "So what was the meeting about?" I asked. "Interviewing." He said. Apparently there was a worldwide shortage of words. "You got any lined up?" I asked, making a mental note to ask more open ended questions! "Three," he finally replied. "You ready?" I asked, aligning myself with his conciseness. "Not really," He said with a tad more interest. "Why not," I asked, actually caring this time. "I need a suit," he said rather sadly. "Go get one, they sell them all over," I said obviously. "Too expensive?" "No, my Dad put $800 on my card today," he replied. "I just have never shopped for one. I'm not good with this kind of thing. "Getting dressed?" I asked with a sarcastic smile. "Ha. Ha." he replied, I think finally appreciating my attempt at humor. "I just don't get dressed up very often. Or ever." I picked up my smartphone and did some quick searching. "Nordstrom's has a decent suit sale going on," I said excitedly. "I know they have a whole department with great young men's suits." "I have no idea how to pick one out," he said, making Eeyore seem like a cheerleader. "If you have a car, I'll go with you," I said. "I have a good sense for fashion, and you would be fun to shop for. And clearly you need the help." At least he smiled with that one! He did have a car, and he did agree to let me go with him. But it was sooooooo painful for him to be walking next to me. He was such a nice guy, and he was interviewing some great companies, but he just needed to unwind a bit. Well, a lot. With just the teeniest amount of social skill and confidence, this guy could be banging his way around campus (and he would do soooo much better at interviewing!). We got to Nordstroms and found the suit department. A very cute young man, about Keith's age came up to help us. Now this guy was clearly a player. Although he was polite, and showed us around the department, he just couldn't keep his hands off me, or his eyes off my boobs. Of course, I liked the attention, but he was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he did look good wrapped up in a suit. He did help us find 3 suits that might work, so Keith and I went to try them on. The sales guy had them set out for us, and left to go help a new richer looking guy that just walked into the department. "Let's start with this one," I said. Picking up a nice charcoal grey suit and heading into the dressing room. "Where are you going?" Keith asked in a panic. "You can't be in the dressing room." "Sure I can," I said stubbornly. "I came all the way out here, and I'd going to make sure this fits perfectly." He stammered some nonsense about "privacy" and "respect for boundaries," but I was not going to sit in the waiting area. He finally conceded his inevitable loss on this point, and slumped into the dressing room with me. "Well, get your shoes and jeans off," I said with fake impatience. "Or I will yank them off for you." He kicked off his shoes, and slowly slid his pants down and set them on the bench. "Cute boxers," I said in my flirty voice. "I love the little sheep." He turned red and quickly pulled the suit pants and jacket on. I moved and sat on the bench. "Come here," I instructed. "And face away from me." I ran my hand up and down the outsides of his legs, and traced the outline of his ass. "What are you doing!!??" he said again in his annoyed voice. "I'm making sure the pants hang right on you," I lied. "Now face me." I got on my knees and started at his ankle, and ran my hand up his inseam, all the way to the top. "Checking inseam," I lied again. He was stiff with terror. "Do you know which way you dress?" I asked innocently. "No." he replied in a shaky voice. "What is that." "To make the pants fit just right, they have to tailor the crotch to accommodate if your penis points to the left or the right," I said, referencing the only half-truth I know about suits. I ran my hand further up. and found his package. "Oh my god!" I said, truly startled (and pleased). "This thing is nice. REALLY nice! Why didn't you warn me about this!" I said laughing, and not moving my hand. "And like most guys you dress left," I said with a huge grin. Keith didn't say anything. I'm not sure he could still talk. But he did have a smile on his face for the the first time since I met him, and he didn't try to move my hand. I reluctantly loosened my grip. "Take this off and I'll get the next suit," I said as I left for the waiting room. When I got back, he was in his boxers, of course, but this time was facing me. He was unwinding VERY slowly, but this was good progress. "Let me double check that I got the size right," I said matter of factly as I set the new suit down and stood in front of him. I put my hands on his boxers, and ran two fingers up and down the shaft. He did not flinch. Really good progress. "Holy crap," I said breathlessly. "It feels so good, and this is not even hard yet!" He tried on the second pants, and of course, I checked how he "dressed" in these pants. I brought in the third suit and hung it on a hook. I sat on the bench. "Come here," I said softly, looking squarely at his boxers. "Show it to me." "My dick?" He said, startled and starting to panic. "Right here? Right now?" I just sat still and acted impatient. After a few seconds, he moved in front of me, but about as far away from my face as he could get. He pulled down the elastic band, and exposed the base of his shaft, and then slowly pulled the band down. Inch by inch the shaft appeared. It was a nice firm shape, and circumcized. Finally the head appeared. He stood straight up with a 'well now you've made me do it' look.. He was so tense that it was still totally limp. But totally perfect. "Has that been in a girl?" I asked, now MY voice was trembling. "No" "Ever had a blowjob?" "No." "Ever had a handjob?" "No." "Are you gay?" "No." He let me look at for a long time before he put it back in his boxers. But I could have looked at it alot longer. Not only was it a great size for me, but it was very nicely shaped. Pretty head. I really wanted to help him learn how to use it. If he can relax, he has the tool to make his girlfriends very happy. He tried on the last suit. "One last thing we have to consider, especially considering what you have under your belt," I said as I knelt down in front of him. "We need to see how the pants look when you are sporting a full erection." Keith just laughed, and unzipped his pants for me. He had TOTALLY given up his fight for modesty. Now this was REAL progress!! I reached in and pulled it out. It was like handling a smooth shiny Kielbasa sausage. It was starting to get bigger, but I wanted to hurry the process. I gave it a couple gentle strokes, and then slowly dropped my lips over the head and did some light sucking. Within seconds it was almost fully hard. I shoved it back in his pants and zipped him up. We both looked at in the mirror and laughed. Yes, he was DEFINITELY dressing left. Very left. It was starting to subside just a little when there was a quick knock at the door to the dressing room and it opened. Our sales guy peeked in. "Need any hel..." his voice trailed off as he looked at Keith's pants. "We like this one," I said with a smile pointing at Keith's erection. "Lets get this measured up for tailoring." Now this was so funny to watch. This cocky arrogant "player" sales guy had to kneel in front of Keith and measure his pants, with his face and hands just inches from Keith's erection. And there was no hiding it. And it just took its own sweet time going back to limp. We got the suit, and a couple shirts and ties, and a pair of shoes. All for under $600. We were just heading out when the sales guy approached me. "Can I get your number?" he asked. "I think you are the cutest woman that has ever been in my department." "I'm sorry," I said as I hooked up to Keith's arm. "This is my boyfriend and I'm going to be dating him as hard as I can later tonight." We turned and walked away, as I put just a bit more wiggle in my butt. "You mean that?" Keith asked, not looking at me. "That thing about dating me hard tonight." "Yep." "Oh fuck," he groaned softly. Poor guy could hardly walk with that rigid hardon. I put his hand in my back pocket. Just so sales-boy got the message. We drove back to my dorm, but it was time for me to get ready to teach my aerobics class. "I have to get ready to go teach," I said as I slid out of my jeans and top. "You can drop me off to save some time, and pick me up at 7." Then off with my panties and bra. "Sure," Ketih said, trying hard not to notice I was fully naked. "Should I stay there and watch the class." "No, come back here," I said while shuffling through a drawer. "I want you to watch a couple DVDs while I am in class." "Ok," Keith said. "On what?" "My two favorite instructional DVDs," I said handing him the discs. "On how to give good cunnilingus. It is one of most valuable skills for you to have. You do that well, and that girl will do everything she can to make you feel good." "No way," he said, looking a little frightened. "Learn how to do that? From a video?" "It will get you all the basics and there are several scenes showing in great detail how to do it," I said with a smile. "And when I get back, I'll take a shower and then you can practice on me." I had found my sports panty and bra, but had not yet put them on. I sat down at my computer, and quickly searched for an annotated picture of a vagina. I left it on the screen, and I scooted up onto my desk, and pulled a chair in front of me with my foot. "Sit here," I said. "This might help you as you watch the videos." He sat down and I opened my legs. "Take a look at the picture, and them me," I said. "All girls have the same parts, but they all look a little different. Bigger pieces, smaller pieces, sometimes things are out in the open, sometimes they are hidden. Learn what all these do." It was so cool seeing him thoroughly studying me, comparing me to the picture. He was just enthralled. I had a good feeling about how much he would pick up from the DVD. I was also sooooooo turned on. I could see that Keith wanted to be good. "One last thing, Keith," I said seriously. "You've probably been using your hand for a decade. So it can be a big transition for a guy to go from masterbating to the feel of a girl. " "What do you mean?" he asked. "Two big differences," I explain. "First, your hand is much rougher than a girls mouth or vagina. It is a much more subtle feeling, and it may take some time getting used to it. Second, you are used to thinking about masterbating, and then immediately doing it. You will have to learn to put your desire on hold until the girl is around. The last thing a girl wants is to show up all horny, and the guy just finished doing himself." "Okay," he said. "What are you getting at." "I'll make a deal with you, starting right now," I said with a smile. "You don't masterbate for a full two weeks, not even once, and I'll give you a minimum of two really nice orgasms a day." "Can we start that deal tomorrow?" Keith asked politely. "It really is an incredible deal for me!!" "No, because you want to jack off the second you are alone this afternoon," I laughed. "You need to learn to wait for me. As soon as I get back, I promise to make it all better for you. To sweeten an already great deal for you, between 7 and midnight, today only, I will be open to give you unlimited orgasms." Keith smiled and agreed to the no-masterbating-for-2-weeks deal as I got dressed in my aerobics outfit. He told me he was masterbating almost every morning, every night, and then several more at random times when his roommate was out. This was going to be a big change for him! But after two weeks I told him he could start adding some masterbation back into his mix, but I wanted him to practice some control these first two weeks. I think that today would be his hardest (pun intended) day. Keith dropped me off at class, left and then came back an hour later to pick me up. He came into the studio, I was chatting with some of the students, including Clara, the Freshman from a previous story that had asked for my help in becoming sexually active. She, too, was a very fast learner and was now actively "dating" a couple geeks. Two very happy geeks, I might add. I quickly introduced everyone. "Hey girls, you want to come to come have a celebration shot with me and Keith tomorrow?" I asked. "We will be celebrating his losing his virginity." "Sure we will," Clara said excitedly, shaking Keith's hand. "I got rid of mine a month ago. Good riddance! When did you lose yours?" Keith looked at me, bewildered. "He will actually be feeling fine female fellatio for the first time in about an hour, and he will completely lose his virginity by 10 tonight!" I said with a laugh. "No wonder he can't speak," Clara laughed. "He's all backed up and about to explode!" Keith's phone beeped. His suit was done being tailored, so we made a quick stop by the store to get it. The sales guy tried to get my number again, but I just pointed out again what he had seen in Keith's pants, and that that is all I needed for now. He handed me his number on a yellow-sticky, which I dropped in the trash as I walked away. "Did you watch the DVD's?" I asked. "Yes," he said, looking a bit pathetic. "Very cool, but it made me so horny. I'm not sure how much I actually learned." "Sorry about doing that to you, the timing was just bad today," I said sincerely as I began taking my clothes off. "Relief is coming soon, so to speak," He smiled as he watched me undress, leaving only my socks and shoes on. Its been my experience that guys, for whatever reason, love to have sex with a girl that keeps her socks or leg warmers on!! He was totally hard in his pants, again. Poor guy. I pulled my wood desk chair and set it in the middle of the floor, I pulled a bath towel off my shelf, partially unfolded it, and put it on the chair. Finally, I grabbed a pillow off my bed, and put it directly in front of the chair. "All set!" I said excitedly, "All I need is my fellatee!" I was already pulling his shirt off, and undoing his zipper as I kissed his mouth. His shoes flew off, and he hopped around pulling his socks and pants off. I continued kissing and holding his head while I maneuvered him to in front the chair, and the let a hand slip into his boxes. "Oh fuck," I said as my fingers tried to get all the way around the shaft, but couldn't. "This is going to be a blast to suck!" I used both hands to push his boxers down, and then he helped to pull them all the way off. He was naked. I was in shoes and socks. And damn was he hard. I pushed him into the chair, sat on his lap (with his dick in front of me), and continued to kiss him. I let my fingers gently slide up and down his shaft, and made circles around his rim and head. I sat back a little, and watched a huge, clear drop of precum appear on his head. He watched it too, and squirmed some as the drop grew. I know it feels so good as the drop appears. I used my index finger and slid the drop onto it, a teeny glistening thread jumping from his tip to my finger. I started to kiss him again, and put the finger between our lips. Together we kissed the precum off my finger. We did this for several more drops. "Is that the first time you've tasted precum?" I asked between kisses. "I love the sweet silky taste of it." "First time," he sighed. He was so horny. "I'm going to suck your dick now," I said softly. "First, I'm going to play and have fun with it, so you can stay relaxed. Then, I'll let you know when I'm starting the final push so you can get ready to cum. And finally, after you are done, I'll be back up to give you a kiss." "OK," he trembled. "I have waited so long for this." I slid off his lap and took my position kneeling on the pillow. I took my time nibbling and licking, being very careful not to give too much stimulation too quckly. His pre-cum was dripping really fast, so I made sure he was watching me lick it all up. After a few minutes, the pre-cum started to turn milky, and the taste changed, so I knew there wasn't much time left. "I am going to make you cum now," I said, looking into his eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth." I guess that was probably pretty obvious, but I know its something that guys never tire of hearing. I say that pretty much every time I give a blowjob. Engineers Can Be Trained I put my mouth over his head, and sucked and bobbed from the tip to just underneath the rim. That was about all I could take in. I used both hands to work his shaft, although I would let one drift down and massage his balls as I sucked. Keith's hips were rocking, the chair sliding on the tile floor, and his moaning filled the room. He gave as series of crescendoing "Oh's", and then a long deep "oh god" as my mouth took his first shot. I sat up a bit, to get a better angle on his tip, and also to let me swallow easier. Splash after splash hit the back of my throat, but I was able to keep up. The first three or four were pretty difficult to manage, but by the time he got to the later spurts, there was a much more manageable volume. After I got caught up, I started doing a very gentle bobbing as he finished up. He finally relaxed and gave a deep sigh, and I could feel the rigidness leaving his shaft. I lifted off and looked at him. He was smiling. I stood up, put my pillow on his lap (don't want an over-eager sperm getting into me!) and put my arm around him. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his lips. But without any hesitation, and even some eagerness, he turned it into a deep french kiss. Yep. Keith was really making progress. I stood up and gave the tip of his penis a quick kiss and jumped in the shower. It was quick. I was out and drying in no time, and Keith was back to studying the DVDs. "Good boy!" I said excitedly. "Nice to see you studying up on your oral skills." "I think I am ready to practice," he said with a grin. "And now that I'm relaxed, this DVD is making a whole lot more sense." I put my desk chair back and replaced it with our big bean bag chair that usually functions as our couch. But I find it really good for oral positioning, especially for cunnilingus. Stacey is the one that taught me how to use it, and I've watched her fire-boy really get her off good on this. I had the pillow from the chair and put it under my head as I sat down on the bean bag. I scooted around until my butt was about a foot higher than my head, but both my feet were still on the floor. In this position, with my feet spread, my girl parts were raised and easy to get to, and I could still watch and gyrate my hips as much as I wanted. Keith got my other pillow and kneeled. He didn't waste any time. Or words. Keith gently massage the whole area until I dripped with excitement. He played with my lips, and moved first one finger, and then two in me. In and out, shallow and deep, fast and slow, soft and hard. He mixed it up and kept my tension building. He twirled around my g-spot. He started kissing my lips, and his tongue moved up and down my slit, going deeper with every pass. He sucked my lips into his mouth, and still kept his tongue moving in me. His fingers gently pinched the base of my clit shaft, and he moved them steadily up and down the full length, pulling the hood back and forth across my swelling clit head. He worked the shaft until my moans were steady and my hips gyrated into his face. His fingers and mouth traded places, and his fingers worked into me and pushed on on my clit as his tongue pressed down on it. With one hand he started playing with my boobs, and his tongue was lashing up and down the shaft in a steady relentless unstoppable rhythm. His fingers and time worked on me, my hips reacting to him, trying to get even more stimulation. I was so close. I ached to spread my legs even wider, and pushed up using my tip toes to get just a little more of his mouth on me. I screamed and the spasms shot through me. Wave after wave rolled over me, pushing and pulling my body uncontrollably. I felt my hands on the back of his head, but don't remember putting them there, but now I pulled him hard into me, wanting his mouth more and more. The jolts slowed and a fog drifted over me. A satisfying mist of pleasure that was at the same time so relaxing and pure exhilaration. My body went limp, and my hands freed his head. I just felt myself giggling. Nothing was funny. But I giggled uncontrollably. Keith was making excellent progress. What an understatement!! I was still giggling. I was still on the bean bag chair, just reveling in my post-orgasm dizziness. That was as good of cunniligus as I have ever had. Ever. With him being this good out of the gate, there's no telling what he could do with a pussy with some practice. I finally open my eyes all the way, and give him a smile. I was surprised to see how tense he looked. Then I saw the open condom between his fingers. "Can I fuck you?" Keith asked politely. "I really want to fuck you." "Yes," I said softly. "Have fun." I scooted my butt up higher on the bean bag chair so he could get into me easier. He was already unrolling the condom, and moving in closer. He moved the tip up and down my slit to get it slippery, just like an experienced guy would do, and then began pushing it in. Little by little It was really a perfect size for me, andI was so slippery and stretched from my orgasm that it easily slid all the way in. "Oh my god that feels wonderful," he said between breaths. "I didn't know anything could feel so good." "And you feel wonderful in me," I said in a soft moan. "You just fill me up and stretch me to so well." Keith silently fucked me for quite awhile. Just getting a little faster and a little more intense the longer he worked. I hooked my ankles behind him, and helped pull him deeper into me. "Cum when you can," I said. "I just came so this is all about you." "Fuck yeah," he groaned, and started intensely pounding into me. I love this part of sex the most. When the guy gets those intense animal eyes. Where 1,00,000 years of evolution takes over and he needs to take and dominate and plant his seed. The wild pounding that neither of us can control. His eyes, his noises, his relentless pounding are all from our primeval need to take and dominate. He finally gave out a low guttural grunting howl, and my pussy could feel his liquid filling the condom. With every spurt his hips drove forward, and he let out a deep moan. After a dozen, he finally slowed, and stopped moving. He looked so satisfied. I helped him pull the condom off, and tied it closed. I lifted it and looked at the contents, safely held for disposal. "You are quite the sex machine already," I said. "You think you have another one in you?" "I might," he said with a smile. "What have you got in mind?" "We can get up in bed and see if it comes back up," I said. "If it does, we could end the day with some good-night doggy." Keith was in the bathroom when I got a text from Stacey. "I won't be back tonight." I was smiling as Keith came out. "What's up?" he asked. "Stacey's not coming back tonight," I said with a smile. "We can use the lower bunk." He was already firming up, but I bent over and took his head into my mouth, and started sucking while I held his balls It didn't take too long, and it was fully erect again. I jumped on the bed, got on all fours with my butt facing out in the room, and put my head down and spread my knees wide. The top of my head was only a couple inches from the wall. I heard him open the condom wrapper. "In this position I can use may hands and forearms to brace myself against the wall, and you can hold on to the top bunk," I said excitedly. "I should be able to hold pretty steady for you, so feel free to let loose." "Oh fuck this is hot," he said as he slipped into me. "What a way to end my virgin day!" "And I won't be able to orgasm, as I am just spent," I said. "So just do it at your pace and have fun." He did have fun, but I think he hurried a bit as he knew I was getting tired. He had a short but intense orgasam, which is pretty cool, as this was his third in less than 2 hours. I set the alarm on my phone for 6:45. "I set the alarm 15 minutes early for tomorrow morning," I said. "I'll get you a nice good-morning handjob to get the day going. Good night." "Good night," He said. I could feel him smiling as I dozed off. "Hey, you awake?" Keith asked while shaking my shoulder gently. "It's 11:50." "Huh," I replied in a stupor. "What?" "You promised unlimited until midnight," Keith said firmly. "I'm still horny. And you don't want me to masterbate." "Oh crap, you are right," I said. "You got 9 minutes." I pushed Keith so he was on his back, and laid on top of him and slide down his chest. "I will give you a special low-impact blowjob. Neither of us has to move at all," I said. "All you have to do concentrate to keep your dick muscle really relaxed, the one you use to keep from peeing." "Ohhhh Kaaaayyyy," Keith said hesitantly. "Sounds kinda weird." "Shut up and relax that muscle," I said while pressing his penis flat against his stomach. "You will like this." I started with his balls, and licked hard all the way to the tip. Then repeated a few times. After he was really hard, I put my mouth on that super sensitive spot on the back of penis, and started tonguing and sucking it. I guess that is officially called the penis "frenulum." Since his dick was flat against his stomach, I could press in hard and really stimulate that little area well. At the same time I put my fingers on his nipples, playing with them very gently. I could tell he had never experienced a frenulum orgasm before. Its always confusing for a guy the first time it happens. It feels really good, but is very different from the regular orgasm. This builds VERY quickly, releases with little warning, and cums in a few long streams, not the usual multiple hard spurts. It also releases an amazing amount of jizz. Maybe not double a regular orgasm, but ALOT more. I had been at it maybe only a minute, but his breathing was erratic, and he was making little confused noises. Then a "what the fuck" and I saw the stream shooting onto his stomach. And it just kept flowing. "Oh god" he moaned as the stream took a short break, and then started up again. A couple more, and he was done. His stomach looked like a lake of semen. It shimmered in the pale light from the dorm window, and already was thinning out and oozing toward his sides. It was 11:56, so I played in the lake for a minute with a finger, and then put the finger in my mouth. I re-stirred, and put the finger in his mouth. Just once. It was so hot. I pulled the towel from the headboard and wiped his chest and stomach. "That was such a weird blowjob," he said softly. "Weird. And different. But great." "Get to sleep," I ordered as I kissed his dick goodnight. "And I mean both of you." My alarm blasted out its unwelcome and way-too-early noise. I shut it off and reached over for Keith. He was gone. I peaked over the edge of my bunk and started laughing. He was naked, sitting on my chair, pillow in front of it, and holding a bottle of lube. So cute. So hot. "You are not missing your virginity at all, are you," I laughed. "I'll be right down." I scurried down the ladder and quickly took my place kneeling. "If it is OK with you," he asked politely as he squirted lube into both my hands. "I would like to finish on your breasts." "You shall good sir," I said formally. "Let me know when you are cocked and ready, and I will assure even coverage." "Thank you my good ma'ma," Keith replied. "Please proceed post-haste with my scheduled whacking." We didn't have much time, so I got right to it. Quick ball massage, generous lubing, and then some nice steady stroking. With a big twist at the head on every stroke. He leaned forward some to play with my boobs, but this handjob was all about him. "Permission to cum aboard," he moaned as the first white drips fell. "Granted," I said as I aimed the tip right between my breasts. He shot several loads onto me, and I managed to get them all pretty well distributed around my boobs. As I released my grip, he smiled and reviewed my work. We both stood, and I put my arms around him and pulled him in tight. I writhed around on him, letting the slippery velvety jizz spread between us. I pulled back and there were several little threads of cum shimmering between us. I reached down and picked up a nicely shaped drop, and put half on one nipple, and half on the other nipple. He grabbed my hand, and put the finger between our lips, and kissed me. He pushed me back, and then sucked on one nipple, and then the other. He used his hands to massage both breasts, swirling my breasts with his cum. And then dropping and licking and sucking them. There is just nothing hotter than a man confident enough to taste his own cum. My body ached in desire, but I knew I would have to wait. "You bastard," I said trembling. "You have me so worked up, and you know there is no time." "Payback's a bitch," Keith said smiling. "And No masterbating for two weeks." The student had become the teacher.