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Sex Ed

By: C Love



My sophomore year in college I got quite an education. I lived in a house by myself, which was right next to fraternity row. My friends and I would have huge parties that will spill over into frat parties down the street. One night my friend Matt and I went to a frat house we had frequented and bumped into Laurie and Katrina, two roommates. Katrina was the better looking of the two (but not by much). She had Auburn hair, green eyes, nice perky hand sized tits, and great curves. Laurie, had dark hair, dark eyes, bigger tits, but was a little fuller in the waist. Not so much as to be unattractive, but enough to make Trina the better looking of the two. However, Laurie had two distinct advantages over Katrina, an insatiable sexual appetite, and no gag reflex. I had seen her at a party put an entire Heineken bottle down her throat.

The four of us all started drinking and dancing and switching partners. Soon we did more drinking, and followed that with some grinding on the dance floor with both ladies. Before long, I was making out with Laurie, and Matt with Trina. Soon the party ended, and Matt and Katrina went back to Trina's place, while Laurie and I went to mine. That night, I learned all the rumors about Laurie's sexual appetite were true. We fucked until I was exhausted, then she kept fucking me. We'd fall asleep, and I'd wake up an hour later with her riding me. Talk about sweet dreams.

The next night we had a party at my place, and Laurie and Katrina were obviously invited. The night started off the way the previous one had, some drinking and dancing and switching partners, however, by the time we got to the part where everyone was making out, I was with Katrina rather than Laurie, and Laurie was with Matt. The night with Katrina was not as raucous as the previous night with Laurie, but was amazing nonetheless.

Matt and I didn't see the girls for a couple of days, and were worried that our swapping had angered them. When I finally did see them in the cafeteria on Tuesday night and struck up a conversation, I was dumbfounded. Not only were they not mad, it was their idea of heaven. No commitment to a boyfriend, but regular sex. Sleeping with more than one person, but not being considered a slut. They decided that every weekend, we would meet at a party not knowing who would go home with whom.

This went on for a few weeks, and it was great. I was having amazing sex with two college coeds who wanted nothing other than for me to fuck and suck. Then it happened. We were all too blinded by sex to think about this scenario, but it eventually happened. Katrina went home to visit her parents one weekend and Laurie was left to choose whether Matt or I would go home without a companion. The entire night was awkward, with Matt and I both staying close to Laurie, but neither wanting to seem desperate. 

Finally, the party ended, and Laurie grabbed Matt's hand and led him directly into my room. Confused, I followed them in and watched as they proceeded to makeout right in front of me in my room. Then Laurie reached behind her and grabbed my arm, pulling me against her back, sandwiching her between Matt and I. I took the hint, and began to kiss her neck and grind against her ass. Matt and my hands worked their way all around Laurie's body, and up her sweater and down her skirt. Soon she was naked between us, and started to tug on Matt's clothes. We took the hint, and pulled off our clothes as well. As soon as Matt was naked, Laurie had him on his back on my bed. She sucked on his cock for about 5-10 seconds, just enough to get it good and wet. Then she turned and did the same with mine.

Then like a cat she pounced on top of Matt, and slid his cock into her pussy. The two of them began to move rhythmically together, I stood there, cock in hand, watching and enjoying, until Laurie turned her head to make eye contact with me, and without breaking eye contact lowered her body to Matt's chest. Then with her left hand she reached back, and opened her anus with her fingers. Like a reflex, I licked my fingers and stuck them in her ass to lube it as much as possible. Then I straddled her backside and slid it into her nether region.

Laurie groaned in delight as I started slowly, and then picked up speed. Matt caught onto the rhythm and joined in. Soon no one was using any energy, we just rocked back and forth, and 3 had become 1. Even Laurie insatiable appetite was fulfilled that night as the three of us fucked all night, and all weekend. The next Monday I bumped into Katrina. I asked her how her weekend was, and she smiled that it couldn't have been as good as mine. Then she traced her finger in figure eights around my chest and said that if Laurie ever abandoned her for a weekend, she hoped that Matt and I would be as hospitable to her as were had been to Laurie. I told her we were dying for the chance.

After that weekend, things settled into a groove again. When all four of us were in town, I'd go home with Katrina or Laurie, and Matt would go home with the other. When one of us was out of town, the odd man (or woman) out would join the other two. Over the next few weeks, everyone was double teamed at least once. Laurie was the lucky winner three weekends in total, as Katrina left town twice, and was under the weather once. 

Matt and I each confided that we'd prefer to be doing the double teaming, rather than being with both girls, not because we had any homosexual leanings, but because Katrina had made it clear that she wasn't into any girl on girl activity. Which meant when Matt or I were alone with both of them, we were doing twice the work. Not that we complained, but after weekends when Matt was out of town, I usually missed more than my fair share of classes.

The subject of a foursome had only come up once. I had thought about it, but figured I didn't want to mess with the good thing I had. Laurie and I discussed it one night while discussing our experiences and fantasies. She'd been in her share of sexual situations (threesomes, exhibitionism, domination), but her fantasy was to have a foursome. That night Laurie was especially aggressive, and I knew it was because the thought of a foursome had ignited a fire.

A couple of weeks later Laurie and Katrina had gotten into a roommate spat. I had won Trina for the night and she was taking her frustrations out by riding me harder than usual, which I didn't mind at all. We were on the couch in my bedroom, just about to work ourselves into a frenzy, when there was a knock on the window. It was Matt and Laurie. She had forgotten her key, and wanted to know if she could borrow Trina's. But, when the two of them saw that Katrina and I weren't using the futon, they made themselves at home.

Katrina and I went back to what we were doing, as Matt and Laurie started up not too far from us. Katrina, still pissed off at Laurie, began riding me even harder than before. She moaned a little louder than usual, and then I heard Laurie moan too. Katrina and Laurie seemed to be having a contest of who could fuck the hardest and moan the loudest. It wasn't long before Matt and I also seemed to be competing. Hearing the moans of the other couple just made Trina and I even hotter, which made us moan louder, which made Matt and Laurie hotter, increasing their moans. Finally with a loud grunt, Matt came all over Laurie. As Trina and I were nearing our point, Laurie comforted Matt by telling him Trina always takes longer to get guys off. Katrina responded by yelling that Laurie was a "fucking whore" as her orgasm shook through her and she collapsed on top of me.

As the four us were laying there I realized a problem, the only clean sheets I had had just been used by Matt and Laurie. Katrina and I weren't going to sleep on someone else's wet spot, but we weren't going to freeze on the couch either. Laurie came up with the only solution there was, we'd all have to sleep in the futon. There we were, four of us, sleeping in a futon that was tight for two. Matt was on the extreme left side spooning Laurie, the wet spot was on their side. Laurie was spooning me, and I was spooning Trina. We were all naked, hot, sweaty, smelling of sex, and packed together. Needless to say, there wasn't much sleep that night. My hands explored Trina's body all night long, fondling her breasts, and rubbing between her legs. Occasionally I'd reach down and stroke Laurie's leg, which I felt rubbing against mine all night. I was erect most of the night, and rubbed my cock against the lips of Trina's pussy, entering briefly a couple of times. Laurie had her left arm under my head, and was rubbing my chest with that hand. I don't know what else was going on behind me, but they were constantly writhing, and occasionally moaning. At the foot of the bed, all eight legs were entangled in an orgy of their own. The constant grinding finally began to die down after a while, and we faded off into some sort of sleep. 

Trina got up to get a glass of water. Feeling that extra space open up in front of me, I slid over and onto my back, still half-asleep. This opened up a little room for Laurie, who slid towards me, and resumed rubbing my chest. Feeling Laurie's breast against my side and her nails on my chest, I rolled back towards her, and we started to grope, grind and make out. All of this started to pull me out of my slumber. Matt must have felt us writhing next to him, because it wasn't long before he slid in behind Laurie. By this time all of the grinding and groping had fully awakened the three of us, with Laurie in the familiar sandwiched position again; that is until Katrina walked back in. Trina later admitted that she did what she did because she was still mad a Laurie. As she saw us working our way to a frenzy, she knew she'd have to relieve the tingling sensation between her legs, but she hesitated. She decided she didn't want to give Laurie the satisfaction of a foursome. So rather than join in Trina grabbed Matt, rolled him onto his back, and mounted him, separated from Laurie and me.

Off and on we all went at it until well into the day. Laurie and I fucking each other, just inches away from Matt and Trina, but the couples never touched. Finally, when Matt and I were too spent to blow another load, everyone went home to get some sleep. After that night, things were never the same. Somehow the chemistry changed, and eventually our little arrangement fizzled out.

I did have one more threesome with Laurie and Trina, just before finals. They came over to unwind before the big exams, and we did a different sort of cramming. I asked if they wanted to invite Matt over for one last fling, but Laurie winked that they had seen him the night before, and he wouldn't be in any condition to go out. A few hours later I knew how he felt.

Sex Ed 101



This a true story with the names of course changed. I had been home from college for a holiday break. I was 21 at the time. I looked forward to my break to rest, hang out with my buddies, see family spend some time with some old girl friends, maybe keep an ember or two still hot. 

The second night home I had came back to my parent's house where I had stayed when on break. I had just been out at a local club and managed to catch up with one of the old flames and ended up back at her place. It was pretty late when I finally got home so I was respectfully quiet as to not wake up the house. Well after inside, there was no need for real quiet as my baby sister, then a senior in high school, was having slumber party with about four or five of her friends. 

My parents had gone away for the weekend visiting leaving the house to her. They were still up snacking, watching TV, pretty much giggling as only high school girls can do. I paid little attention and just sat to the rear of the room on an armchair to catch some late night (early morning) TV myself before catching some Z's. Well a couple of the girls seemed to turn much attention on me giggling and whispering and pointing. They all laid in sleeping bags or blankets all over the floor. Some horse play broke out and they all seemed to be "wrestling" on the floor doing the typical pillow fight and grab ass stuff. One of them managed to grab my leg and pull me onto the pile and soon I too was laughing and kind of enjoying the attention of these little girls. Some how I managed to get under some of the blankets and as the ruff housing continued I notice some hands, no actually some gropes from an unknown hand. 

Then another very good grab of my crotch by yet another and not the same hand I suspected the first time. I had been quite sated from just an hour before but the situation did give me some stirring feelings. Knowing that these girls are probably slightly underage I had to ignore this. As things quieted down I managed to fall asleep on the couch and the girls in there respective spots all over the floor. A couple of hours later we all woke and I was asked to join them for breakfast. I passed and decided to jump in the shower. As I was getting dressed a knock came at the door. It was of course one of the girls. She needed to use the can pretty bad so I slipped on some shorts and with shaving cream on my face I stepped out and gave her some time. I heard the door unlock but instead of stepping out she said come in and finish what I was doing, that she wanted to brush her hair and we could "share" the bathroom. 

Soon as I shaved and rinsed I felt this little set of hands reach around my waist and give a big hug then her hands dropped immediately down over my crotch and started working me over. As I turned she gave me the softest kiss ever. I withdrew her hold and simply told her we can't do anything because she was too young. She told me she was a senior and had turned 18 a couple of months ago. I asked her if she was the one who copped a feel last night and she had said yes but only because the first girl Kim (a sophomore) had told her I just had to check out your package as it was the biggest she ever felt. 

She told me Kim was right and would even be more impressed if she felt this semi-hard stiffy I was sporting right now. The girl who was throwing her self on me was a stranger. I told her my name and she said she knew because my sister had told her. Her name as it turned out was Samantha. She gave me one more squeeze and a kiss and said she had to get back or the others would get suspicious. She left saying she had to have me. 

Well I went out to a local fast food joint for some coffee. I went back to my parents house so I could use the phone and make some arrangements for the day. My sister's party was breaking up and the girls were getting their rides home. As the young Kim grabbed her stuff and headed out the door she winked at me and whispered Sam says your a perfect "10" and licked her lips. She scooted on out to her mom's car all in pony tails and just chuckled and I shook my head. All that was left was my sister and Sam and of course a huge mess. I made my calls and then offered to help sis clean up so she didn't get into any trouble. Sam said she didn't have a ride and asked if I could give her a lift over to her boyfriends house. I told her sure whenever she was ready. 

The house got put back together and she was ready to go. We weren't in the car 30 seconds when she started with a thousand questions to me. Things like have you had many girlfriends, do you get a lot of sex at college, and stuff like that. Eventually she came right out and asked if I'd consider a younger a girl. Well I had some questions for her. I asked her just how much experience with sex she had. How many boys she had slept with. She said two. Then I asked how many times have you had sex in your life. She said 4 times. Once with her first boyfriend when she lost her cherry then a couple of times with her current boyfriend. I asked more detailed questions like did these boys satisfy you. No. How big were they. 

The first boy about 5 inches my current boyfriend may 6. She thought he was hung. I said they were average. Then I asked what positions she ever used. She said only one, that she laid on her back and they go on top. I asked if she ever gave or received oral sex. She said no. Then I asked if she ever had an orgasm either from these boys or by her own hand. She said no. She frowned and asked me if I ever could be interested in a girl so inexperienced. I told her sure but she'd need to be taught. She asked if I could teach her all about sex. Giving and receiving. She asked me to make her real good at sex so I would be interested in spending more time with her. I told her sure, when. 

She said how about now. I told her we'd have to get a room some where and then the "professor" would require a student with undivided attention. She grinned and soon I checked us into a room at a local hotel. I went slow with her and we undressed each other and kiss and I stroked her body so as to get her to a heightened state. Her young body was gorgeous. Firm little breasts that still had small little underdeveloped nipples. Her stomach was flat and plunged neatly into a V were little wisps of pubic hair covered her womanhood. I asked again if she was really 18 and being slightly irritated she pulled a wallet out of her purse to show me her driver's license. Sure enough she was 18. I laid her down on the bed and told her to relax. I still had my boxer's on she had yet to actually see my rod. I told her I was going to show her the proper way to go down on a women so that she can experience her first orgasm. I started at her neck and worked my way over her breasts. She began to tremble and I reassured her to relax and just go with it. If she felt like moving, move. If she felt like talking, talk. 

She just moaned her approval. Her little nipples responded and pointed out as I sucked over them. Then I continued on down around her navel and her stomach heaved with her heavy breaths. I parted her legs and licked down the inside of each thigh being careful not to touch the little mound in the middle at this point. Soon she instinctively opened her legs wide and raised her knees to fully expose the inner folds of her now glistening snatch. I took my first big taste from the bottom slowly all the way to the clit and she was delicious. She moaned loudly at the first ever tongue on her pussy. I carefully circled her clit and it became engorged. Now her juices started to flow and she wiggled under my mouth. She brought her hands to the back of my head and I knew she was already feeling the beginnings of her first big "O". I stuck my tongue in and out and took long laps from bottom to clit. Her snatch was even tight on my tongue and I decided to put a finger in her to see if she could ever accommodate my dick later. She was very tight and I couldn't believe she was not a virgin. 

As I worked my finger in as far as the second knuckle she was almost over the top and I sucked harder now exclusively on her clit moving my tongue quickly back and forth over it. She started bucking and making load vocal sounds. Then her cunt squeezed down on my finger as she had her first ever orgasm. She held on for what seemed like a minute just bucking and moaning and I kept sucking. As it turned out she had her first three orgasms all at once in a period of that minute or two. Finally she said enough and had me lift my head from her. She said that was the greatest and now feels cheated that her boyfriends never tried to get her off. She said both of them just climbed on and after a few humps and 30 seconds later they came and it was over. She never thought sex could be like that. I told her that was only the beginning. Now she should learn how to give the same pleasure and she started down on me the way I had done her. She was a good student and didn't miss a spot kissing down my chest nibbling each nipple and heading to the top of my boxers. 

She tugged at the waistline and pulled them down. For the first time she saw my 10 inch rod standing straight at attention and she gasped. She said "so that's what a real man's cock looks like. I've been fucking little boys apparently." Then she took hold of it and slowly stroked it. I told her she was doing it right and I laid back on the bed. She asked what now and I instructed her to lick the head and try to get accustomed to the feel and size of it. She needed little further instruction as instinct must have kicked in. She managed to get her mouth fully around it and started bobbing on it. She really was good but I wanted to teach her what I feel is the best way to get and receive oral sex. The 69. I described the position and that there are many variations or who's on top or to lay sideways and such. I told her I liked the women on top so she moved over me accordingly. She started back on my dick and started to take as much as half of it in her mouth. I started licking and sucking and as I got her closer to yet another orgasm she started to really get into her blowjob. 

I knew I must of been oozing lots of precum because this girl was hot. She moaned and started bucking and cumming. She actually let the head slide down her throat a couple of times but she'll need more practice to get it right. She was doing good enough though and soon I was getting close to my own orgasm. I had her to her fourth orgasm right away and I remember I did not tell her about swallowing or that I probably would have a lot more spunk then she had ever seen before and try to prepare her. To late I started to spurt and she gagged but stay right with it. Finally she couldn't swallow it all down and some leaked from the sides of her mouth and onto my stomach. 

She asked how's that and I said great but how did you like it. She said she loved it and never thought she'd like cum so much and proceeded to lick up what spilled out. She crawled up beside me and said so what's next. I told her that I have many positions to teach her and that her pleasures have just began. She asked me straight out if I really think I could get my dick in her and she looked concerned. I reassured her that I would go slow and that yes she would not only get it in but all of it. With about a minute of rest I soon had another woody and was ready to continue with the lessons. I asked her how the others took her and she laid on her back and raised her knees and said like this. 

So I moved over her and said this is a good place to start. I rubbed the head of my dick against her very wet opening. This is the first time I realized that I'd have to go really easy as she was not a virgin she really hadn't been penetrate before. I told her to brace for my entry and if at all it hurts to say something and I can slow down. My head pressed in and her eyes literally rolled back. I asked if she's ready and she moaned yes, it feels great. I pressed on and she winced and said she's alright keep going. I pulled back and decided to stroke only the first couple of inches in and out until she was comfortable. She came without warning and this time actually screamed. 

It was a quick and powerful orgasm and soon she was asking for more dick. I slowly slid in and out fed her cunt more and more until I was half or more in. She said OK for now and I stroked her with this much for now. Now I said it's time to try more positions and I pulled out. She pouted but said OK, what's next. I laid back and told her she should climb on top. I told her a lot of women actually prefer this position because they have control of the pace, the penetration and it frees up my hands to work on your nipples. She lowered herself on me and I entered easier this time. She slid half of me in right away as her jaw dropped and once again her eyes rolled back. She began humping up and down and as she caught a rhythm I grabbed her nipples and rubbed and pinched them and she came for now the 6th time. As she came down from her ecstasy she unknowingly slid way down on my dick and I now had over 3/4 of my dick buried in her. I could feel her cervix with the tip of my dick and knew I hit bottom. She sat there still holding on tightly with her cunt muscles. 

She used her hand now to throw her hair back out of her face and leaned back. At this point she had most of her weight right on my dick and actually lifted her one foot off the bed in an attempt to get more dick stuffed in her. She asked how long we've been at this and I said since I first entered you it's been about half hour. She had a puzzled look in her face and asked if I couldn't cum again or something. I told her I will when it's time but the lesson isn't over yet. She said sex with the boyfriend will never be the same because he could never last more than a minute or fill me up like this. I asked if she wanted to move to another position. She said sure. I told her I want to show her my favorite position, the doggy position. I told her depending on how she was built that she could either handle more of me or possibly not as much of me in this position because in my experience only one girl ever took me all from the doggy position. Most of the other could take me in other positions except this one and not to feel bad if she couldn't. 

Actually about half of the women I've been with could not handle all of me all of the time and she was really doing good. She said it hurt a little when she pressed all her weight down on me but was trying to please me. I told her just enjoy the sex and do everything as much for her as me. I explained to get on her hands and knees and I would do the rest. I moved in behind her and saw her cunt lips were swollen and shiny. Her inner folds were gaping and newly stretched to a point beyond which they will never return. Indeed she was ruined for any high school boy and would only want real men from now on. I pressed my head against her opening and she pressed back. 

I eased in pretty easy but pushed air out making a tiny cunt fart to which we both laughed. I pulled back and started again. This time sliding right in and hitting bottom. I had almost the same amount in as before and she moaned loudly as I caught a rhythm. I moved quickly in and out and she began to scream my name. She came very hard and kept cumming for over a minute. This was more than I could take and told her I was about to cum. Now, uninstructed, she began to talk a little dirty saying go ahead fuck me hard dump your big load deep in my cunt. Splash my pussy walls and send your seed into my belly and as I neared my climax I reach around her slender waist with one hand over her navel and the other over clit. I could actually feel when I push in and her stomach responded conversely. I exploded and as she felt my hot seed enter her and as I pinched and rubbed her clit as she came for what was now about the tenth time.

I'll admit I never brought a women to orgasm so many times and know that this little girl is now not so little but a real sensual women that I desire. We continued through the night with my lessons teaching her every position I knew for a couple to do. She drank two more loads of mine and took many more in her cunt. I came my personal and still unbroken record number of 12 times that day with her. We never committed exclusively to each other and I think she actually stayed with her boyfriend until after her graduation. We spent several other nights and days together when I was home on other breaks but we eventually lost touch.



Sex Ed 101



Julia looked at the young man in front of her and thought again how sad he was. Robbie and his parents had lived next door to Julia for many years, and Julia had been his babysitter and then became his friend as Robbie grew older. Through the years, Robbie had confided in Julia, and Julia knew that Robbie’s lack of ability with girls, women now, was a source of great disappointment and sadness for Robbie. 

While Robbie was in high school, he would excitedly tell Julia about an upcoming date, usually a blind date, but then would tell Julia afterwards that it did not go well. Julia had tried to comfort him through the years by telling him that thing would change. 

Robbie was now 19 and had just returned from his first year of college. He was telling Julia that his luck with women had not changed. Friends had set up dates for him, but he would sense during the evening that his date was not having a good time, and on several occasions, girls found excuses to leave him without him.  Robbie said “I think I’m the only male virgin on the campus. I’m not only a virgin, but I’ve never touched a woman’s breast or kissed a woman passionately”, and Julia thought she could see tears in his eyes.

They visited some more, and as Robbie got up to go back to his house, Julia told him that it was wonderful to see him, and again told him that things would change with women.

After Robbie left, Julia thought about her young friend. Julia understood why women did not find Robbie interesting. He was the classic nerd, tall and thin with thick glasses and with a complete absence of social ease. Julia thought “if they only knew how sweet he is”, but then realized with a smile that that was the classic thought by a friend about someone not appreciated by the opposite sex.

Julia and her ex husband had bought the house in which Julia now lived about the time Robbie’s parents bought their house. Robbie was a toddler at the time. Julia’s husband left her not long after. Robbie’s Mother became Julia’s closest friend and was the one who helped Julia survive the emotional turmoil of her marriage breakup. Robbie’s Dad, Jim, had been a Godsend too, often helping Julia with tasks meant for a man. Julia knew that Jim found her attractive, but he had never made a pass at her which caused Julia to think even the more of him. 

Julia was now 43 and still single, although she had had plenty of suitors since the day her husband had left her. Julia was tall and slim, and she still wore a four dress size, the same size she wore when she graduated from high school. Her blonde hair and sea blue eyes made her even more appealing to men. 

While Julia would not sleep with every man she dated, she would do so if she liked the guy. So, sex outside of marriage was not a stranger to her.

She thought more about Robbie. “Poor guy” she thought. She did not know any women Robbie’s age, but wondered whether any of the other women in the law office where she worked as a Legal Assistant might know any women Robbie’s age. “But”, she thought, “without some changes in Robbie, the result of any date I could find for him would likely the same.”

Julia continue to consider what she could do to improve his ability with women. She had talked to him many times, trying to encourage him to be more confident and relaxed around women, but while Robbie listened to her, he could not easily alter his personality. So, it occurred to Julia that there was little she could do. 

The thought then hit her that the one thing she could do was remedy his status as a virgin. She giggled as she contemplated that, thinking that that would be a very large contribution to a friend. But, she thought, why not? She was an adult and so was he. Having sex with a man with whom she had not had sex before was no big thing to her. She wondered about his parents; would it destroy their friendship if they found out? She concluded that Robbie’s parents would be so grateful to her that it would further cement their friendship rather than harm it. 

She was still thinking about it when she saw Robbie’s parents pull out of their driveway, obviously going out for the evening. She picked up the phone and dialed Robbie’s house. Robbie answered.

“Hi Rob, this is Julia”

“Hi Julia” he responded, a bit of puzzlement in his voice at hearing her on the phone.

“Rob, I just saw your parents leave. Are you home alone?”

“Yes, I’m here alone as usual. You are not going out tonight?”

“No, I’m staying home tonight, but I would like some company. Why don’t you come back over and visit with me?”

“Ok, sounds good to me.  Are we going to watch a movie or tv?”

“No, Rob, I’m going to give you sex ed 101. 

There was silence on the phone. Then Julia could hear Rob trying to clear his throat. Finally he said “I must not have heard that right.”

Julia responded “come over about eight”, and she hung up the phone. 

Julia giggled to herself as she thought about what must be going through Robbie’s mind. “He probably didn’t take me seriously” she thought “but he is going to be in for a very pleasant surprise.”

Julia showered and carefully shaved her public hair. She normally kept it closely trimmed, but decided that she wanted the first pussy Robbie would see to be clean shaven. She rummaged through her closet and found the sexiest clothes she could find. She started with her usual white bikini panties but matched them with a sheer bra. She wore a very light sweater shirt, one which was so light that her nipples would show and which was cut low enough to show a lot of her D cup breasts. For a skirt, she put on the shortest skirt she had which accented her long, slim legs. She really had to dig deep in her closet, but she found the “fuck me” heels that she had worn only a few times.

She was just finishing her make up when the door bell rang. She opened it and Robbie stood there . . . and stood there . . . making no effort to come in. He was uptight Julia could see. She idly wondered if he would be able to get it up he was so uptight. He finally managed to say “these are for you” and held out a dozen roses he had been holding behind his back. 

“Oh, they are so pretty Robbie . . . that was so sweet . . thank you . . . please come on in.”

“Have a seat in the den Robbie. I am going to put these pretty roses in a vase and pour us some wine.”

When Julia returned, Robbie was perched uncomfortably on the edge of her sofa. “Poor boy” she thought “he’s petrified”. 

Robbie had sat at the end of the couch and Julia sat with her legs touching his. “Let’s sip on our wine and visit Robbie” and the two of them did. Julia thought Robbie began to relax a bit as he downed the wine. She leaned forward toward him as they chatted, letting her sweater fall away from her body. At first, he avoided looking, but as the wine took hold, she noticed his eyes becoming more adventuresome.

After they had finished the wine, Julia took both glasses and put them on the coffee table. She returned to the couch and sat next to Robbie folding her legs up under her which caused her skirt to ride up very high on her thighs. She looked him in the eyes, still seeing a very nervous young man. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek. As she did, she removed his glasses and put them on the coffee table. She kissed him again, letting her lips linger on his cheek. She continued to kiss his cheek, moving her lips around, giving him sweet little kisses. 

She reached his lips and kissed them lightly, just brushing them with her own. “He has very soft lips” she thought, “kissing him will be a pleasure.”

She took his face in her hands and turned it to her, and she kissed him more passionately on his lips, brushing her lips over his in all directions and then pressing harder into his lips. She continued to kiss him, on his lips and then sweet kisses around his face, but always returning to his lips. Then she kissed him hard on his lips and pressed her tongue against his lips. She felt him move, surprised at her tongue. But he parted his lips and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

She continued to french kiss him, moving her tongue in and out of his mouth, caressing his lips and his tongue with hers. She felt him began to respond with his tongue, although tentatively.  Then Julia felt Robbie reach out and touch her breast. Julia caught herself just before she giggled, thinking Robbie was just like the character in The Graduate. She smiled at him to let him know that it was ok. He kept his hand on her breast, but clearly did not know what to do with it. Julia continued to kiss Robbie and he responded with stronger and stronger kisses. “Well, he’s getting the idea about kissing” Julia thought. But the hand just remained resting on her breast.  “Mmmmmm Robbie, you kiss very nicely. I like that” she told him. She heard Robbie mumble something that sounded like “thank you”. 

Julia decided that it was show time. She broke their embrace and said “Robbie, why don’t you unbutton my sweater.

His hands, shaking, went to the top button on her sweater. It took him a while but he got the first button undone. The second and subsequent buttons went much more quickly. 

Julia pulled the sweater open and watched his face as her breasts came into view. His eyes looked as if they were going to pop out. “Like them Robbie?” she said. He nodded his head, saying nothing, but not taking his eyes off her breasts.

Julia reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She slowly let it fall off her breasts as Robbie watched intently. His eyes got even bigger as her nipples came into view. 

After she had dropped her bra to the floor, Julia said “Robbie, why don’t you touch them again,” and Robbie’s hand went immediately to her breast. His touch on her naked nipple startled her a bit, and she said quietly “ooooooooohhhhh”. Robbie took that as a sign she was enjoying his touch, and he became more aggressive with her breast, cupping it first and then taking her nipple with two fingers. She let him continue, although he was applying so much pressure he was hurting her a bit. “Best not to discourage him” she thought. 

After Robbie had enjoyed her breasts for a time, Julia decided it was time to move on. She smiled at him, and stood up and turned around with her back to him. She unzipped her skirt and slowly slipped it down her legs. She kicked the skirt away and turned to face Robbie. His eyes were right where she thought they would be - her crotch. She let him look and turned slowly letting him look at her ass. 

She stopped her turn in front of him and said “Stand up Robbie”. He looked puzzled but stood up as ordered. As he stood, Julia noticed the bulge in his pants, thinking not only that he was working just fine, but that that was a very large bulge.

Julia kneeled in front of Robbie. She looked up at him and smiled and reached for his belt, unbuckling it. She pulled the belt out and tossed it aside. Continuing to look at Robbie, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down his legs. As his slacks passed over his cock, she thought “My, he is very big, but why does he wear jockey shorts. Yuk.” She helped him out of his slacks, and she looked at the bulge in his jockey shorts. 

“My, Robbie, you are huge.” She heard only a gurgling sound from Robbie as she put her hand on that bulge, caressing it. She then took the hem of his shorts and worked them downward and over his cock. It sprang free, and he was huge. Not particularly long, but incredibly wide and thick. She looked at it and then looked up at Robbie. She moved her face to it and then licked the head of his cock and then ran her tongue all around its head. She looked up at Rob again and saw what she knew was raging passion on his face. She took his cock and leaned forward again, taking it into her mouth. She took it as deep as she could, sucking on it, and then letting it slide out of her mouth slowly. With her hand, she cupped his balls as she took his cock in her mouth again. He was hard as a rock and he was beginning to hump, and Julia was afraid he was close to an orgasm. She didn’t want it to end there, so she slipped his cock out of her mouth and stood up.

Julia took his hand and led him to her bedroom, slipping off her panties as she went. She had placed a tube of KY beside the bed and she quickly squeezed some out of the tube and rubbed it on his cock. She then climbed on the bed and place a pillow under the small of her back. She looked at Robbie and said “ fuck me Robbie.”

Robbie climbed up on the bed between her legs, clearly not certain what to do. Julia leaned up and took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy. She found the opening and placed the head of his cock there. Instinct took over then as Robbie let his weight fall onto her which drove his cock into her pussy. Instinct continued to work for Robbie as he began to hump Julia. Julia was enjoying having his very thick cock in her, and she tried to hump with him, but his weight made it hard for her to move. She knew he would not last long.

Robbie’s humping picked up the pace and he was really pounding Julia into the bed. She felt his cock swell in her and then he began to growl like some wild animal and Julia knew he was cumming. He pounded her and growled and shook as his orgasm went through his body. Julia wasn’t counting, but his orgasm seemed to last forever. 

Finally, his movement slowed and he collapsed on top of Julia. Julia could feel his cum running out of her pussy and between the cracks of her ass. She wondered what to say next and decided on “Robbie, that was very good.” 

He raised up and smiled at her and said “thanks”. He clearly did not know what to do next, but Julia rescued him by curling up in a ball and pulling him around her spoon like. Neither said anything. Julia was thinking she had really taken one for the team, but then remembered that while it did not last long enough for her to have an orgasm, it was good.

As they lay there, Julia felt movement against her ass. “Oh no” she thought, “he’s getting hard again.” Sure enough she soon felt his big cock, again engorged with blood, between her legs.  “Can we do it again Julia?” All the guys I know talk about how great doing it doggie style is. Can we do that?”

“Oh my” thought Julia, “I didn’t even do that for my husband when I was married without a couple of glasses of wine.” 

But she said “sure, we can do that.” Julia got on her hands and knees with her head on the bed. She felt Robbie getting behind her and his cock on her ass, but again he seemed unsure where to go with it, so she reached behind her, took it in her hand, and guided it to the lips of her pussy. Robbie felt the slight insertion and pushed it in the rest of the way and began to hump her from behind. As she took her hand away from his cock, her hand brushed her clit, and it hit Julia that she could stimulate herself from this position.

So while Robbie fucked her from behind, Julia worked on her clit. The entire evening had been sensuous to her, from the thought of seducing this young man, through the first time he fucked her. It did not take long, and Julia found herself on the verge of an orgasm. She said “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” and began to hump on Robbie’s cock in earnest. Her pussy squeezed Robbie’s cock as she went into her orgasm and that sent him over the edge, growling again and pounding her from behind. His assault prolonged Julia’s orgasm and she squealed and shrieked as she shook from her orgasm 

As their orgasms waned, Julia collapsed onto the bed and Robbie on top of her. They lay there. Julia managed to turn her head toward him and say “Robbie, that was very, very good. I had an orgasm and that is very rare for me with intercourse. You have a right to be very pleased with yourself.” She saw Robbie smile and that smile told Julia that she had done well that night.

Robbie climbed off of her and off the bed. “That was great Julia” he said, as if he said that to all his conquests. “I’m going home now.” As he walked out of her bedroom, he stopped and picked up her panties where she had dropped them.

“I’m going to keep these as a souvenir. All the guys at school do that.” And with that he left.

The next morning, Julia was working in her kitchen when she saw Robbie in his driveway. He was standing straight talking to a neighbor, reflecting in his body language a level of confidence Julia had never seen in him. Julia smiled.



Sex Ed 101: Cunnilingus



Cunnilingus.

What is it? 

Some believe it's an economy car from Holland that is low on exhaust emissions, high on performance and easy on gas mileage. Some believe it is the casual name of the Bohemian goddess Lililabiana, the guardian of all things vaginal. Others put forth the theory that cunnilingus is a shortened slang term for a cunning, well read linguist. There are even those that believe it is the alias for 1903 vintage porn star and part time haberdasher Gus Liunnnic, from Hoboken, New Jersey.

I pose the question, "What is it?" for a simple reason. Most guys don't know what it is, and if they do it's only a very elementary understanding at best. Don't take offense fellas, but let's face it: the average male's understanding of the art of oral sex is about as comprehensive as a review of "War and Peace" written by Ed Grimly and edited by that guy from "Sling Blade."

There are a lot of misconceptions about what to do and not to do when it comes to performing oral sex. Porn would have us believe that achieving a gut busting, honey squirting orgasm can be done by simply playing with your lover's clit and applying healthy dose of random tongue play and finger banging. Of course, porn would also have us believe that you, a mere pizza delivery driver, actually have a chance to score with that one hot MILF out on Bumfuck Drive if you simply bring her a sausage pizza and a twinkle in your eye.

Guys, we all wish that our simple presence would be enough to give her that one electrifying orgasm. But things don't work that way. Like anything worthwhile, cunnilingus requires practice and a willingness to learn. 

By no means am I some expert, and I won't pretend I am. If this were TV Land, I'd be closer to being Ritchie Cunningham than the Fonz. They never came out and said it, but you know the Fonz knew his way around the female nether regions. The man had a finesse and confidence that one can only have if he knows what he is doing. True, in my youth I looked more like Ralph Mouth, but better that than being Potsie. How Potsie ever got laid is beyond me... 

Yet I digress. 

I'm just an average guy who has had the luck to be with some women that had the patience to teach me. I lost my virginity at age 19 to a 39-year-old blonde bombshell massage therapist named Tracy who looked like a 36-year-old blonde bombshell massage therapist named Tracy. She was gorgeous, sexy and adventurous. I think that probably explains why she decided to fuck a 19 year old virgin. Still, for six months she trained me and her lessons have served me well ever since. 

Now, I pass this knowledge on to you... I mean, if you're reading this you've finished rotating your socks, put all the toilet paper in nice little stacks under the sink in the bathroom and there's nothing good on QVC right now. So pull up a chair and have a beer, young man. Get ready to hear some advice you probably already know.

What's important to remember is every woman is different. Some are very inhibited and may not want you down there. Don't pressure her, for God sakes. You can suggest it, and even talk about how much you'd like to, but don't make her feel bad about it. Other women see it as a requirement. You may laugh at this, but guys, when was the last time you had sex and didn't get a blow job? What would be your reaction if you didn't get a blow job from your woman? 

Tit for tat, boys. Tit for tat.

So, here are 8 very simple rules I hold myself to when I'm going down on a woman. They won't all work for you, but maybe a few will. Or maybe they won't. Either way, you've read this far so it would be silly not to get to the good part ...

RULE #1: THE RULE TO LIVE BY

Tracy, my massage therapist dominatrix, once told me, "If you can't make out with my pussy like you make out with my mouth then you've got a problem."

Good advice.

Of course, she also told me that I would get over the after-taste of tonguing her ass...

RULE #2: THE BUILD UP

When you go to eat at a fancy restaurant, do you rush through the meal? No, of course you don't. You enjoy the meal and relish it. Men, going down on a woman is a fantastic experience, and you want her to enjoy every moment of it as much as you do. Don't waste it. You should be on your desperate little knees thanking God that a woman has gone this far with you, let alone even wants you down there. That being said, unless there's a special occasion or she's already aroused to the point of tearing the sheets off your bed with her toes, DO NOT go directly for the clit. That would be like your woman just sucking your cock into her mouth and playing with your head like it was a chew toy.

You need to be mindful of where she's at, her body language and her vocalizations. Here are some surefire signs you're NOT doing this right:

1. She looks down and asks, "When is 'Charles in Charge' going to be on?"

2. She yawns and pats your head gently.

3. She's painting her toe nails.

4. She asks, "Are you almost done?"

5. She paints your toenails.

6. She turns the television on to watch "Family Feud."

7. She says offhandedly, "That's not how your dad does it..."

8. She finishes knitting that sweater for your grandmother.

9. She asks if she can pop that zit on your back.

10. She says offhandedly, "That's not how your mother does it..."

11. She's looking at your dog Scruffy longingly as he licks his balls.

You need to make her want it. She needs to want your mouth down there so badly it makes your need for a blow job seem like a passing fancy. Before you decided to grace your tongue over her most sensitive of regions, make the effort to caress her and kiss her. You have two hands, so use them. She has an entire body there just waiting to be enjoyed. Suckle on her breasts as you massage her thighs and trace your fingers over her outer lips.

Now, if you've been able to do all of the above, then you know it's safe to proceed. Still, the name of the game is building up tension. Go slow and firmly. Use your tongue on her thighs; even suckling on the tender meat of the inner thigh can create an incredible sensation. A thoughtful massage of her mound and a gentle grazing of the fingers below to her ass can go a long way. Plant hot, wet kisses around her lips and give her slit a long, slow lick from one end to the other. Put her thighs up on your shoulders and massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples as you eat her out. You want to be able to taste her, to be able to feel how aroused she's getting. Listen to her voice, the moans and sounds she's making.

*IMPORTANT! Relaxation and comfort are of key importance here, but beware. Some women can become too relaxed and break wind (i.e. blow an ass clapper, rectal whistle, angry duckling, muddy nelson, toot, beefy breeze or fart). Should this happen, withdraw immediately and abort the mission. REPEAT: ABORT THE MISSION. A loving facial expression and willingness to the let the air clear between you both is essential. No matter what, neither you nor your woman wants you down there when the duck quacks.*

RULE #3: NO SHARP OBJECTS

Make sure your fingernails are clipped and rounded, guys. Nothing ruins the mood for your woman more than having Freddy Krueger finger bang her with his right hand.

RULE #4: LET YOUR FINGERS DO THE WALKING, LET YOUR EYES DO THE TALKING

A good finger fucking goes hand in hand with oral sex. 

That being said, be gentle. When your woman is aroused and wet enough, you'll be able to feel it. Gently insert a finger or two to start out, and play with her. Again, listen to the sounds she makes. How is she moving her hips? Is she getting wetter? Does she want to take a break for lunch?

How you use your fingers will depend on the woman. I have an ex-girlfriend who immediately after an orgasm during oral sex wanted three fingers in her pussy pounding away like a jackhammer. She wanted it rough and powerful. This led to her squirting so hard that it was like a fountain. Other women won't need or even want that kind of stimulation. Never assume. 

Look into her eyes if you can. Eye contact is essential. Nothing is sexier than when you're making eye contact and doing something as sexually intimate as this. Think about it, guys. When your woman is sucking your cock, is she meeting your eyes? Nine times out of ten she is. There's truth in that look, and you know automatically that you're both enjoying this equally.

The eyes and the fingers have it. 

RULE #5: THE TONGUE TECHNIQUE

There is no set way to use your tongue. 

Again, don't believe what you see in a porno flick. A woman's clit is very sensitive and usually requires a lot of arousal before you can go ape shit on it. If you jump the gun and go for the clit, you're risking a cancellation on all the wonderful things to come. The clit is a hot spot, but truthfully, there is an entire vagina there to be licked, nibbled and suckled on. It's true, your woman will probably want you to spend a good amount of time working on her clit, but don't let that hang you up by being overzealous.

Here are some helpful hints:

1. BE CREATIVE 

Don't just do the same thing over and over again like you're licking an ice cream cone. Lapping is an awesome move, especially when your woman is so aroused that she's literally dripping, but it should be used in moderation. Try new things and experiment on her. Listen to how she responds, and if you can, look into her eyes to see her reaction. You'll know when you're hitting her sweet spot with the right technique.

2. DON'T BE AFRAID TO MESS UP

Learning is half the fun. If you're in a new relationship, it'll take time to figure your woman out. Have the confidence to take any suggestions or constructive criticism she might have to offer. Most women won't mind telling you if you're doing something they don't like. And who knows, you might just stumble on something she likes.

3. GENTLY NOW

Suckling and nibbling on the lips and clit is tricky business, but can be very pleasurable for your woman if you do it with care. If she likes it rough, she'll let you know. But never assume she does. You know how you would feel if she chewed the bark of your log right off the bat.

4. BREATHING 

Seriously, guys. Breathing and relaxing the jaw can allow you to go for a long time without getting sore. In the beginning, I could only eat my lover out for maybe 10 minutes at a time before taking a rest because my jaw hurt. Now, I can stay down there for up to a half hour and longer if my lover is willing, teasing and playing with her. I love eating pussy, and for me it's one of the biggest turn-ons I know. So take your time and relax and breathe.

RULE #6: THE MYTHIC G-SPOT

The G-spot, like the clit, is a hot spot. Put your finger inside her with your palm facing up. Curl you finger and feel for a difference in the membrane of her vaginal wall. It's usually towards the top of the wall and has a kind of spongy, bumpy quality to it. You can usually tell you've found it by her reaction. Personally, I tend to rub and rhythmically press on this spot, playing with it and teasing it as she gets more and more aroused. You can give your woman some mind blowing orgasms by loving on her G-Spot. Again, if you want to see your woman squirt, this is a great way to make it happen. Mind you, all women are different, so this may not apply all across the board.

RULE #7: KNOCKING AT THE BACK DOOR

I've been with a few women who enjoyed having their anus played with during oral sex. If you're going to do this, make sure she's lubed up. Whether it is a finger or a dildo, smooth and well-greased passage will guarantee your woman won't have problems sitting down the next day.

RULE #8: USE YOUR VOCAL CHORDS

Sometimes the moaning and groaning of your voice against her pussy can be very stimulating. Slurping sounds and lapping like a dog can add a lot of frosting to an already irresistible dessert. Don't be afraid to let her know she is the best thing you've ever tasted, and if you could you'd bottle her nectar up and use it for a power drink. Let her know how much you enjoy going down on her. It will build her confidence and make the experience more enjoyable. When a man can show how he feels it allows his lover to open up more and relish the experience.

RULE #9: A THICK BUSH IS ROUGH GOING

This one is for the ladies... 

There are as many variations on the upkeep of pubic hair as there are women. I prefer a woman who keeps her pubes trimmed and short. A thick bush of hair can be difficult for a guy to get through, and can even be a turn off. To be delicate, women are just like guys in the respect that too much hair can lead to an unpleasant scent. No one says you have to be shaved bare (though that does allow for your man to lick more of you), but a nicely trimmed thatch of hair is erotic and much easier to work with.

...and besides, there's nothing worse than choking on pubic hairballs.

***

The act of cunnilingus is without a doubt one of the most intimate actions that can take place between two people. It's a complete breaking down of taboo and expectation, a most intimate revelation of your partner's sexuality. The act can draw you and your woman closer than you ever thought possible. It promotes better sex and provides an infinite number of possibilities. Don't be afraid to tell her how much you enjoy it. Don't be afraid to let yourself enjoy it, too, guys. 

And on that note, I'm gonna go take a cold shower now. 



Sex Ed



...Happy Birthday tooo, yooooou! Angela took the deepest breath possible and leaned forward, blowing out all eighteen candles with one breath.

She was laughing as she leaned back in her chair, her straightened fingers covering her mouth as if she was a bit embarrassed while friends and family that were gathered around the table cheered and clapped. Her mother, Molly, stood to give Angela a big kiss on the cheek. 

"I can't believe my baby's all grown up!" Molly exclaimed, her voice cracking a bit with emotion.

After filling up on cake and ice cream, the party was moved to the back patio where the adults sat and talked while the kids played games and chased each other around the yard.

I found a nice quiet spot at the back of the yard on a bench beside Molly's flower garden. As I watched the festivities I saw Molly walking toward me with two glasses of wine. I smiled as she handed me one before sitting next to me.

"So what are you doing back here all be yourself?" Molly teased. "Being antisocial are we?"

Laughing, I said, "No, it was just that your Uncle Billy was telling me all about his hip replacement surgery, for the third time." I said quietly as I leaned into her.

"Oh, no!" Molly laughed. "I'm so sorry!"

"That's OK," I assured her. "Besides, I love sitting here in your garden. It's so beautiful!"

"Awww, thank you!" Molly replied with a smile. "I do love working on it. It's very therapeutic."

We sat quietly for a while before Molly broke the silence.

"Eric, how long have you been friends with our family?"

"Oh wow, let me think." I replied. "I would say it's been at least fifteen years. Ever since I started doing your financial planning."

"And do you know why we home schooled Angela?" Molly asked, as the mood of the conversation seemed to be taking a serious turn.

"Well, yeah, I think so since we have discussed this before." I replied. "It was because you thought you could give her a better education than she could get from the public schools. And by the way, you did a great job. She's the smartest kid I know!"

"She is!" Molly beamed. "I am so proud of her! But that's not the only reason." 

She continued, "Kids are not the same as they were a generation or two ago. Many don't have good parents and are not disciplined or taught how to behave in a respectful way. Some are just downright animals and are vicious bullies and sexual predators. Especially in a big city school like the one she would have gone to."

"Yeah, I would have to agree with you." I interjected.

"Now some people have accused me of stunting her socially, but that's not true!" Molly insisted. "Angela has lots of friends, but they are ones her father and I approve of."

"I can't argue with that." I answered in agreement. "In fact I have always thought that Angela was one of the most well adjusted kids I have ever known. She and I have had many wonderful conversations, and I know a lot of teens that aren't comfortable talking to adults."

Molly smiled at me. "Well, Angela loves you, you know. We all do."

I returned her smile. "And I love you guys too."

"Which leads me to what I wanted to talk to you about." Molly continued.

I sat quietly, feeling a bit concerned.

"During our home schooling sessions, we have had some, well, Sex Ed classes for lack of a better term." Molly explained. "Since we are so protective of her, you might think I'm a prude when it comes to sex, but nothing could be further from the truth."

"Oh heck, I never thought you were a, well. you know...uh, don't let me interrupt," I stammered, "you were saying?"

"I want her to have a great sex life. I want her to be comfortable with herself as a sexual being, and to be able to express her sexuality in whatever way gives her the most pleasure, even if it's with the same sex." Molly explained passionately. "I think too many people have a frustrated, unfulfilled sex life because they grew up being told that sex was dirty and wrong. Don't you agree?"

"Oh, yes...YES! You are absolutely right on the...barrel head with that one for sure!" I replied, tripping over my words as I tugged at my collar.

"Relax Eric!" Molly said, smiling at my uneasiness. "We can discuss these things like adults, can't we?"

"Of course we can." I replied trying to relax a bit. "You just took me by surprise, that's all."

"Well, try to hang on to that relaxed demeanor because here comes the big part." Molly warned. "Angela is eighteen now and I think it's time for her Sex Ed classes to be, well, more 'hands on' if you will. And we would like you to help out with that."

There was suddenly a tension you could cut with a knife. Molly looked casually at me with a pleasant smile as I sat dumbfounded, my mouth hanging open.

"Well, I can see you are curious," Molly understated, "so this is how it would work. So far our classes have involved anatomy and there have been a couple of sessions where we were both nude so I could teach her about her body. We have practiced with dildos so that her first sexual experience wouldn't be painful, but we haven't taken it too far yet. Angela has never had an orgasm."

"We have watched some tasteful soft core porn together, so she has a good idea of what men and women do with each other. It's time though that now she is mature enough, I want her to learn how to have sex in a safe and loving environment. That's why we need your help."

"So...you want me to have sex with your daughter?" I asked in a way that made it sound like I must have misheard what she said.

"Yes, and me too of course." Molly replied. "Some techniques we will demonstrate for her before she gives it a try. So what do you say Eric? Can we count on you?"

With my legs now crossed and my elbow fidgeting across my lap in an attempt to disguise my raging boner, I think I squeaked out something like, "Sure, why not?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I arrived at their house making sure I was punctual. I sure didn't want to be late for class on this day. As I rang the doorbell, Angela opened the door to greet me. 

"Hi Mr. Jensen!" She beamed with a big bouncy smile.

"OK, first of all, we are all adults now so please, call me Eric"

"OK..."Eric." Wow, that's going to take some getting used to!" She giggled.

We walked into the living room where Molly was waiting for us. Seeing the two of them together would leave no doubt in anyone's mind that they were mother and daughter.

They were both tall and slender. Molly's figure was curvy while Angela's had a more adolescent appearance with narrow hips and very small breasts. They both had straight, raven hair worn just past their shoulders, and had brown eyes and dark complexions that became very deep in the summer.

"Well!" Molly exclaimed. "I don't think we need any small talk here. Besides, Angela has been waiting a long time for this."

"Yeah! Like eighteen years!" Angela replied with a bit of sarcasm as we all laughed nervously.

"Well OK then," Molly announced. "Lets get out of these clothes."

Without hesitation Angela grabbed at her T-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She was already tugging on the button of her shorts when she scolded us. "What are you guys waiting for?"

Molly and I looked each other and laughed. I shrugged as I pulled off my shirt while Molly did the same. Within minutes we found ourselves standing in a triangle, completely naked. Angela stared at my crotch with great fascination.

Normally I would be hard as a rock with two gorgeous women standing naked before me, but opposing the urge to get hard was an equal tendency for my dick to retreat like a frightened turtle in the face of this freaky and somewhat scary situation. The average result was a nicely filled out flaccid cock that hung at it's maximum soft length. A very flattering look indeed!

"Well then, there it is." Molly announced, trying to be as matter of fact as possible. "Let's sit down on the couch. Eric, you sit in the middle."

"Mmmmm... I like this." Angela observed. "This is not just a sandwich, but a MANwich! Hahahaha!"

"OK Angela, that is enough silliness." Molly replied through a grin she couldn't suppress.

Molly continued, "I know this might seem like jumping into the deep end of the pool right away, but I think Angela should explore your cock to see what it feels like when it's soft, because before long she won't have the chance if you know what I mean."

"So would that be OK Mr. Jens... I mean Eric? Angela inquired.

"Of course it would be sweetie." I replied softly. "Please do."

I put my arm around her shoulders as she scooted in next to me, extending her hand to place her fingers on my soft shaft, exploring the textures. Moving out to the end she squeezed the head, fascinated by it's soft spongy feel.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed excitedly. "It's getting bigger! Am I doing that? Is that because of me?!"

"It sure is!" I assured her, feeding into her excitement. "You obviously have the magic touch!"

With a huge smile on her face she instinctively wrapped her hand around it and started to slowly stroke it up and down as she felt it stiffen and harden under her touch.

"Holy shit!" Angela exclaimed. "It was soft just a couple of minutes ago and now it's rock hard!"

Angela leaned into me and spoke softly into my ear. "So Eric, how do you like the feel of my hand stroking your hard fucking cock?"

I turned to Molly and exclaimed, "Did you hear what your daughter just said to me?"

Molly laughed and explained, "I told Angela that during sex, anything goes. Dirty talk just adds to the experience."

"Eric," Molly suggested, why don't you give Angela some digital stimulation?"

As Angela stroked my cock, I reached down between her legs, sliding my middle finger down through her smooth slit, separating her moist tender lips that were as soft as rose petals. As I moved further downward I curled my finger under, finding the entrance to her tight little pussy, invading it with just the first joint of my finger to massage the opening.

"Oh shit, Eric!" Angela moaned, arching her back and opening her legs. "That feels amazing!"

I looked over at Molly and though she was watching the proceedings with a smile on her face I couldn't help but think she was feeling a bit left out right now.

Since I was hot for teacher anyway, I slid my hand over her soft tummy and ran my finger tip over her clit, circling it and teasing the swollen bead from under it's hood.

"Mmmm, that's nice, Eric." Molly purred as she leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

Molly completed the chain by cupping her hand over the head of my cock, rubbing the spongy flesh between two fingers and her thumb, giving special attention to my V, flicking it lightly with her fingertip.

I laid back, my head resting on the top of the couch with my eyes closed, feeling the sensory overload starting to overwhelm me. My hips began to spasm involuntarily, thrusting my cock upward, fucking their hands.

"OK guys, we need to take a short break here or we're going to loose Eric, and it's too soon for that." Molly said.

After a short breather, Molly continued, "Eric, why don't you give Angela some oral?"

For the first time, Angela appeared bashful and withdrawn. 

"I'm sure that would feel good," Angela admitted, "but I don't want him to put his face down there because it's sticky and smelly and gross."

I looked at Angela and said, "Sweetie, believe me. Anyone that cared enough about you to be your lover would think that is the most wonderful place on earth, and would not think it would be gross."

"Well...maybe, but Mom, could you at least do it first?" Angela asked softly.

Molly smiled and replied, "Sure honey, if that would make you feel more comfortable."

Now if I had heard that exchange from any other mother and daughter, I would have been shocked. But coming from these two, knowing what a close, intimate bond they had, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Molly got down on the floor and walked on all fours over to Angela. Smiling up at her daughter she gently opened her legs wide before snuggling in between them.

"Baby, I haven't seen this much of you since I changed your diapers." Molly teased.

"Mom!! I can't believe you just said that!" Angela replied in horror.

"I'm sorry baby." Molly apologized. "The truth is you have a gorgeous pussy."

Molly placed some soft kisses along her thigh. "And it has a heavenly scent."

She slid the tip of her tongue through the lips of her open slit, licking upward over her clit. "And a wonderful, sweet taste."

Angela smiled as she flinched from the first touch of her mother's tongue.

Molly covered Angela's tiny pussy with her mouth, licking and sucking on her delicate lips as her daughter's back arched with her chest and tiny breasts jutted forward.

I brought my face to her right breast and engulfed her small, boyish nipple in my mouth, teasing it between my teeth.

Amid the intense sensations from between her legs, I moved my face up to hers to kiss her sweet, tender lips, our tongues finding each other in an instant, melding together with a passion that surprised us both.

We looked into each other's eyes as our lips finally parted. Without averting her gaze she spoke. "Mom, I would like Eric to take over now."

"Sure honey, of course." Molly replied, looking at me and smiling.

Molly and I got up to trade places and as she snuggled in close to Angela, I positioned myself between her legs as they both watched me in anticipation.

I placed my hands under her legs behind her knees and lifted them up and back while spreading them wide, my eyes glued to her tiny virgin twat which was now pointed straight up at me.

I stiffened my tongue and immediately slid it deep into her tight love tunnel, making several long strokes. Angela whimpered and whined as she squirmed from the intense sensations, the sounds rising in pitch with each stroke. Adding to what her mother had started I could tell it would not be long now.

Molly brought her hand down onto Angela's breast, kneading it gently as she pinched her tiny, erect nipple between her finger and thumb.

As Angela's breathing became deeper and quicker she exclaimed, "Mom, I'm starting to feel really different, like it's getting to be just too much!"

"It's OK baby, don't try to fight it." Molly told her reassuringly. "Just let the feelings flow over you."

No sooner had those words escaped her lips than Angela's whimpers changed to a shaky high pitched scream as her torso jerked upward, her thighs trembling. Her head was thrown back and her face wore a tight grimaced expression. Her hips twitched upward uncontrollably several times before her orgasm began to slowly dissipate.

With the tension gone from her body, her limp form collapsed back onto the couch.

"Holy mother fucking fuck, that was awesome!!" Angela exclaimed breathlessly. "I want to do that all day long!"

As we laughed Molly replied, "And I have a feeling you will."

After giving Angela a few minutes to compose herself, Molly turned to her daughter and asked, "Do you remember when I told you that sometimes girls like to have sex with other girls?"

Angela nodded.

"Do you think you would like to make me cum like you just did?"

Angela's eyes lit up. "Do you really think you would cum if I licked you?!"

"Oh, I'm more than a little sure I would." Molly said as she took Angela's face into her hands. "There is no one I would rather cum for than my sweet girl."

Molly scooted back to the end of the couch and I moved in closely to her as Angela got down on the floor to sit between her Mother's legs. Molly smiled lovingly as she opened her legs wide, the lips of her pussy opening like a flower as an invitation to her daughter.

Angela smiled as she explored the soft skin of Molly's inner thighs, sliding her hands gently toward the center before moving up and over her legs, to now change directions, caressing and sliding past her knees.

She then started placing soft kisses along her thigh, just as her Mother had done for her.

"Mmmmm, that's nice, baby." Her mother cooed.

Angela playfully kissed Molly's pussy before she took her tongue to separate her meaty labia and lapped upward through her wet slit and up over her clit as she got a good taste of her mother's nectar.

"That feels wonderful baby. Now move up to the top and lick my clit." Molly instructed.

Angela dutifully obliged as she used her thumbs to pull apart the folds, exposing her mother's tight, swollen bead that was now mostly exposed from it's fleshy covering.

She used the tip of her tongue to dance over the top of it, circling then licking.

"Oh fuck, yes baby girl!" Molly exclaimed as she started to lose control, writhing on the couch cushion. "Keep licking my cunt just like that!"

Angela responded to the encouragement by increasing her speed and intensity, exploring every fold and crevice.

At this time I took Molly's breast into my hand and while hefting it I brought my head down and took her stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and nibbling it between my teeth.

"OK Angela, now take two fingers and put them inside me as far as they will go then move them in and out."

Again Angela complied and pushed two fingers deep inside her mother's pussy. She loved how her slick, smooth walls felt on her fingers. She then rhythmically stroked Molly's cunt with great zeal as she continued to lick her clit.

"Oh, fuck yessss!" Molly wailed with helpless abandon. "Fuck Mommy with your fingers, baby! Yes, just like that! That's my good girl!"

Molly worked her hips up and down to rub her cunt all over Angela's face as she finally screamed out, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum on your face, baby!"

Molly let out a guttural groan and her chest flushed beet red as she came hard, the contractions squeezed tightly around Angela's fingers and her hand felt suddenly warm as her mother's pee flowed uncontrollably.

As Molly's contractions subsided, Angela withdrew her fingers and sat back with a big smile on her face.

"That was awesome, Mom!" Angela exclaimed, giggling with joy. "I really made you cum!"

"You sure did, baby. You were amazing!" Then Molly added, "But look at you! You are such a mess! I'm so sorry! Come up here and give me a hug!

She took Angela's hand and pulled her up onto the couch before wrapping her arms around her, holding her sweet naked body against hers.

"You know how much I love you, don't you?" Molly whispered into her ear as she gently patted Angela's bottom.

As they laid together in a warm afterglow, Molly finally looked over at me and said to Angela, "Is that the saddest thing you've ever seen?"

As Angela turned her head and looked down at my still hard cock she gasped. "Did he cum already?!"

"No baby, that's called precum." Molly explained. "That's when just a little bit of semen leaks out during sex. But one thing is for sure. That cock has been neglected for too long. There are a lot of other things we could still teach you but I believe we will save them for later. I think we will move on to the grand finale while Eric stills has a bit of stamina left."

"You mean fucking?!" Angela squealed with excitement.

"Yes baby, having intercourse." Molly corrected gently. "Now I'll show you how we are going to do it. Eric will sit there and you will straddle his hips, facing him. Then you can lower yourself down onto him. The good thing about this position as that you can control the rate of penetration so that you can make it comfortable for yourself. I'll go first so you can see how it's done."

Molly threw her leg over me and started to lower herself as I grabbed the base of my cock to guide it in. As my head parted her wet lips, she relaxed and allowed herself to descend slowly, engulfing my cock until she was resting on my hips.




Sex Ed



"Wow..." Angela exclaimed softly, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

As Molly started to fuck me, her hips rising and falling with a sensual rhythm, Angela scrambled down to the floor to get a look from behind.

"Oh my God!" Angela shouted. "I can see Eric's cock disappear clear inside you! That's amazing!"

"Mmmmm," Molly purred in my ear, "as nice as this is we better give Angela a turn."

"OK, baby," Molly announced as she threw her leg over to sit on the couch next to me. "I got it nice and slick for you so it should go in really easy."

Angela climbed up onto the couch with a knee on either side of me.

"I have to admit that I'm really nervous all of a sudden." Angela confessed sheepishly.

"You'll do fine sweetie." I assured her. "Remember, you are in complete control. Now go ahead and lower yourself and I'll make sure it goes in the right place."

I felt the head of my cock slide between her soft, moist lips before meeting some resistance at the opening of her tight, virgin pussy. She let more of her weight come down until my cock slowly pushed open her walls, allowing my dick to enter her a bit at a time.

"Oh, shit that feels tight, but it feels good too." Angela remarked.

Taking some deep breaths, she continued down until I had completely filled her and she was resting on my hips. I smiled and pulled her to me, her firm, slim torso resting on my chest. I reached down to take her tiny ass into my hands. 

As I squeezed gently I turned my hips upward a few inches, then lowered myself to repeat again, fucking her with soft, short strokes.

"Oh, Eric, that feels amazing! I can't believe you are actually fucking me!" She said as she flung her arms around my neck and squeezed tight.

As she became accustomed to the new sensations she decided she wanted more. Instead of letting me control the motion, she slid her torso forward along my body allowing my cock to retreat before bringing herself back down again, fucking herself in much the same way she saw her Mom do it. 

"Does this feel as good for you as it does for me, Eric?" Angela asked breathlessly. "Am I doing it right?"

"Oh sweetie, you have no idea just how good you are doing it!" I gasped, my eyes practically turning up into my head. In fact if you want to see me cum, we are going to have to stop very soon."

Angela beamed ear to ear. "You mean my fucking is going to make you cum?! Really?"

"Oh yes, hon." I said feeling a bit panicked. "We really need to stop now."

Angela reluctantly climbed off and sat on the floor.

"He's all yours now baby." Molly said smiling. "Go ahead and stroke him until he cums."

Angela got up on her knees to get a good view as she wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft. She started pumping my dick which felt much different now with her slick secretions coating it. My cock immediately started to tingle and feel warm. With my balls pulled tight to my body and the pressure building, I could feel the contractions starting.

"I'm going to cum Angela! I'm cumming now!" I grunted to her.

With her next upward stroke my cock erupted, shooting my first thick rope of cum at her face, splattering onto her forehead. She recoiled and squinted her eyes shut out of reflex, but returned her eyes quickly to the action as the second stream shot straight up into the air, after which the remaining jizz oozed out in a pulsing rhythm, running out over the head of my cock and over her delicate fingers.

She continued to wring the remaining cum from my dick, watching closely with fascination. When my cock was finally spent, she dipped her finger into the white goo that was dripping from her hand, exploring it's slick texture between her thumb and finger before putting a drop on her tongue to taste it.

Molly grabbed a tissue and handed it to Angela. "Here is something to clean your face with, baby."

"No, not yet!" She replied like a kid on Christmas morning. "I want to go look in the mirror and see what it looks like!"

With that she jumped up and went running down the hallway.

Molly and I looked at each other, trying not to laugh.

"Well Eric," Molly concluded, "I think this class was a rounding success."

"I have to agree." I replied. "I definitely think it should be added to the regular curriculum.



Sex Ed



“Miss Dee? Miss Dee!”

Zanny stopped in the hallway and looked behind her to see Mr. Zobel fighting his way through the mass of students heading for the exits. It was three o’clock and most of the kids were now off for the day, so the noise and rush of young bodies was considerable, but the assistant principal had plenty of experience with negotiating crowds of excited students, and he made his way towards her like a salmon swimming upstream.

“Well, Miss Dee? How did it go?” he asked her when he had caught her up. “Miss Abershawm tells me it was your first day as a substitute.” He smiled at her a little uneasily, as if he knew that they both might be swept away by the mob at any moment.

“Oh, I think it went fairly well.” Zanny said. “Not as bad as I’d expected, really.”

As soon as she’d said it she regretted it. “I mean…”

Mr. Zobel smiled. “That’s quite all right, Miss Dee. I’m well aware that our school has a reputation as being a rough place. And our students are supposed to be ungovernable, if not downright criminal. But they’re not as bad as all that for the most part, are they?”

Zanny shook her head and smiled.

“Really it’s just a few bad apples.” Mr. Zobel said. “Most of them are fairly decent. So it all went well, all things considered?”

“Yes,” Zanny said. “No real trouble whatsoever.”

“Good. Excellent. I’m so glad.” Mr. Zobel said. 

He took her arm and subtly guided her towards the wall where the current of rushing teenagers was considerably less than it was in midstream.

“I wonder if I might ask a favor of you.” he said.

Zanny looked at him expectantly.

“Mrs. Wells has taken ill, and there’s no one to oversee her ninth period detention class. Would you be willing to stay on another hour and see to it? You’d of course be paid overtime, and we’d all be so especially grateful.”

“Of course, Mr. Zobel. I’d be happy to help out in any way I can. I certainly don’t mind staying another hour.”

“Excellent. That’s very good of you, Miss Dee. We really appreciate it. I’m sorry for the short notice, but Mrs. Wells…”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Zanny said. “I’m happy to help out.”

“Fine, fine. Very good of you.” Mr. Zobel said with a smile. “Now, it’s in room 302 in the south wing, and Mrs. Wells has left some lesson plans in the desk. She’s very conscientious that way. I’m sure there’s a videotape of some sort you can run. Really, the class is more of a study period than an actual classroom, so you really won’t have to do any teaching. Just stay and keep the darlings company.”

“Of course.”

Still smiling, Mr. Zobel cautiously backed out into the lessening stream of students. “I wouldn’t have asked this of you, but all of staff has a district meeting at four, and there’s really no one else available.”

“I’ll be happy to do it.” Zanny said.

“Thank you so much, Miss Dee. Just stop in at the office as you leave and we’ll add the hours to your time card. Miss Abershawm will see to the details.”

“Fine.” Zanny said. “By the way, what does Mrs. Wells normally teach?”

Mr. Zobel was about caught up in the dwindling stream of students heading for the exit. At first she thought he perhaps hadn’t heard her, but then he turned, and still wearing his professional smile, said. “Sex Ed. Good luck. And thanks again.”

It was Zanny’s first day as a substitute teacher, and when they had asked her to go to Crane she had almost refused. Crane Technical High School was the district’s school for problem cases, where the difficult students were sent, and it had a reputation for being tough on both students and teachers. The students were discipline problems, trouble makers, and petty criminals. Crane was where they were warehoused and taught what they could be taught before releasing them out onto the streets.

But Zanny had heard that Crane’s reputation was now largely undeserved. Changes had been made, and the new staff that had been brought in several years ago had worked wonders, converting it from its former prison-like atmosphere to something much more like of a place of learning. And indeed her experience so far had confirmed her belief. There was quite a bit of horseplay between classes, and occasionally during class, but for the most part she’d found the students to be fairly well-behaved and obedient.

The obedience was important to Zanny, for she’d always been worried about her ability to impose her authority on a classroom, especially a classroom of rambunctious, hormone-fueled teen-agers. She was not an imposing figure by any means, being about the same size as the students she taught, and she had not yet mastered that instinctive air of authority most veteran teachers possessed. 

Complicating this was the fact that she was a beautiful and very attractive young woman, and her attempts to hide the fact for the classroom were not very successful. Wearing her hair in a school-marmish bun only accented the natural symmetry of her face and her sensuous mouth, and the glasses she wore in order to flatten her looks only called attention to her large brown eyes, at once honest and naturally somewhat seductive. Her restrained use of makeup only made her look younger than she already was.

These attempts would have been futile anyhow in light of her truly voluptuous body; the smooth curves of her legs led up to a comfortable spread of hips, and her thin waist exaggerated the thrust of her already large breasts. She was undeniably female, almost exaggeratedly so. She had worked hard to find an outfit that would disguise her shape, but her best efforts were largely unsuccessful. She had finally settled on a brown suit and blue blouse for her first day and hoped for the best. But the truth was, she looked very much like the stock movie character: the plain-looking librarian who, at the end of the film, whips off her glasses, lets down her hair, and turns out to have been a stunning beauty all along. Wherever she went in the school, she was dismayed to find that she was unintentionally sending out signals that said “Female” much more loudly than they said “Teacher”.

Room 302 was down at the end of the North corridor in a remote part of the building, and by the time she reached it the halls were empty of students. School officially ended at three o’clock, and this class was only for those who had detention slips they had to pay off by staying late. 

She opened the door and walked into a din of young male voices just as the second bell rang. She closed the door behind her and looked at the class, and immediately all eyes turned to her. The bell stopped, its echoes peeling down the empty corridors of the school, and still there was a stunned silence in the room. They obviously had not been expecting a substitute, especially not one as attractive as Zanny.

She walked to her desk, conscious of all eyes on her. But she was used to the stares of men, even men as young as this, and it didn’t bother her. If anything, she enjoyed feeling their desire. It was her power over men and she enjoyed using it every so often. And it was even more fun when the men were powerless to approach her. She held herself erect as she walked, and allowed a slight exaggeration in the roll of her hips as she approached her desk, just to let them know what they were dealing with, 

There were no more than fifteen or twenty boys in the classroom, but they were all over, sitting on the desks, sitting on the window sill, one group was already playing cards in the back. She smelled cigarette smoke and something sweeter, possibly hashish.

She marched directly to the teacher’s desk, her heels very loud on the wooden floor, and put down her purse and the books she carried about as a sort of shield to hide her breasts. The class list was in the top drawer, as well as a folded piece of paper that said “To Sub: Lesson plan” Zanny opened the paper and read. “Tape #HSP-8, in top right drawer. View and Discuss” She peeked in the top right drawer and saw a videotape inside. She opened the class list and looked up.

Detention halls in this school were different from what she was accustomed to. Rather than make students just while away time in detention, most teachers at Crane used to period to slip in an extra lecture. Zanny was glad of this, for it would give them something to do for the forty minute period.

She looked up at the class and smiled. “Mrs. Wells isn’t here today. She took ill. I’m your substitute. Miss Dee.”

She went to the board and wrote her name on it in large letters.

“Miss Dee. Misty? Like in the song?” someone said.

She turned around, but couldn’t tell who’d said it. All eyes were on her, and there were general smirks on half the class.

“Take your seats.” she said, as sternly as she could. “And put your cards away or bring them up here. We’ll take attendance. As I call your name, indicate that you’re here.”

On the whole they seemed to be somewhat older than the typical Crane student. Some were good, some bad, some perhaps had learning disabilities, perhaps some had emotional problems, but nothing too serious; a mixed bag.

As she took attendance it became obvious to her that there was one group of boys that hung together, a sort of clique or gang. All of them were maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, but each seemed older than that; some of them to have already crossed that hazy frontier between boyishness and manhood, too old to take part in class hijinks, but required by law to remain in a school they’d obviously outgrown. They all sat up front and to her left, and at first glance were the best-behaved students in the class; no talking, no rowdiness. But Zanny could tell from their expressions and their postures that their good behavior was, in this class, a kind of defiance itself. There were five of them. Three wore dark glasses, the other two stared at her with sullen interest.

“Desmond Weir?” she asked.

This was a white boy in the second row, a part of the clique, wearing a tee shirt and dark glasses. One of the more mature boys. A very good-looking boy-man with a studied, surly expression and a shadow of unshaven beard on his face. He seemed to be one of the leaders of the group.

“War.” he said softly. “They call me ‘War’.”

Zanny looked up a half-smile frozen on her face. The tee-shirt hung on his frame as if he were a male model. His arms showed a man’s muscles, and he sported a tattoo on each shoulder. Over his upper lip was a small but visible scar that she found inexplicably attractive, a flaw that kept his face from being too pretty. Though she could not see his eyes, something in his attitude made her quite self-conscious and she looked away. Not for the first time that day she was conscious of her body inside her clothes.

“Frederick Zaubusont?”

“Here, Miss Dee.” said a tall, black boy next to Weir. How he could put such sarcasm into a simple answer she didn’t know, but it was unmistakable. He too wore dark glasses, and though his hair was arranged in dreadlocks, sitting next to Weir they made have been cast from similar molds, though Zaubusont’s muscles were smooth. He looked like he was made out of bronze.

“And do you have a nickname?” Zanny asked.

He shrugged. “Rick.” he said.

“Of course. From Frederick.” She smiled.

“Nuh-unh.” he said with a growing smile of his own. “From largo negro Ricardo.”

Zanny had picked up some Spanish and without thinking she worked it out for the class. “Oh. Long, black, Richard?” And then she understood. A few of the more alert and perceptive students laughed harshly, and she frowned, dropping her eyes to the book. She wouldn’t step into another one, she told herself.

The other members of the group were Alonzo, a very quiet, very dangerous-looking Italian boy--if you could call him that; to Zanny he looked as if he were well into his twenties--with a thick, powerful body. No doubt he was the muscle of the group. 

Then there was Mickey, the smallest of the lot, who seemed to maintain his position in the group by playing the role of court jester, and a medium sized boy with lanky blonde hair named Jacques but whom they called ‘Joke’, who seemed unusually high string. What his role in the group was, Zanny didn’t know. His skin was ravaged with acne, and just looking at him as he fidgeted rhythmically at his desk made her nervous.

“All right.” she said as she put the class list back in the desk. “Mrs. Wells left us a video to see, so we’ll do that. Or if you choose, you may work on your homework or other assignments quietly.”

Zanny pulled the telly-videotape player forward on its wheeled cart, noticing how well it was bolted and chained to the heavy cart. She turned on the unit and slipped the tape into the player.

“Are there any questions?” she asked.

“Miss Dee? Miss Dee?” Mickey called, waving his arm excitedly.

“Yes? Mickey is it? Yes, Mickey?” He stood up beside his desk and asked. “Are you wearing a bra?”

At this the entire class exploded in laughter, even the cool War and Rick smiled broadly. She felt herself blushing and hated herself for it. Quickly she ran through her discipline options in her mind, and realized with horror that there was very little she could do; this already was a discipline group.

“Very funny.” she said. “Now sit down.” She pushed the tape in and it began to play.

She pulled her chair around to where she could keep an eye on the video as well as the class, took a book off her stack and opened it randomly. She heard the typical educational video music begin, and the bright, clipped voice of the announcer as he said: “Tape 8 in the series The Human Sexuality Program: The Female Sexual Response!”

The class immediately hooted and began to applaud. 

Oh my God! Zanny thought. This is what she left me to play? 

But there was nothing to be done for it now: she didn’t dare stop the tape. That would be admitting her own embarrassment. She could feel all the eyes on her already, watching for her reaction, and she consciously kept her face impassive, as if absorbed in her book.

Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe it’ll be vague and general. They wouldn’t dare show anything in the least bit explicit in here.

“Miss Dee?” someone called from the back of the class, “May I please turn the lights down. I can’t see very well from back here.”

With the lights off she would be less visible to the class. That would be worth it, despite whatever mischief they might start in the dark. 

“Yes you may.” she said.

The room was plunged into darkness save for the nacreous glow of the telly screen. The announcer was going on about the wonders of the human body, what marvelous machines they were, how very wise Mother Nature had been. Zanny kept her head down but kept glancing up on the screen as it showed pictures of couples hand in hand, a wedding, young girls and boys at the beach in some California never-never land; innocuous images that Zanny instinctively knew would not last long.

And then there it was. The naked female body, sectioned to show the sexual organs. She felt herself blush hotly and was glad she had let them turn the lights off. This was still pretty clinical, though some of the students had begun making comments she could hardly catch. She could feel all the eyes of the class on her, waiting for her to show some reaction to what was being said on the tape. She could feel their stares like a heat lamp on her neck.

And then things got much worse. 

“The external female genitalia are rich in sensitive nerve endings.” the announcer said, which caused general hoots of approval. And when he intoned in the same bright voice that “The clitoris is the only organ found in the human body, in men or women, whose sole function is to generate pleasurable sensations.” The class exploded into loud laughter and catcalling, some pounding on their desks.

“That’s enough!” Zanny shouted. ”Keep quiet or I’ll turn it off.”

But her words had no effect on the pandemonium, which drowned out the voice on the tape.

“Shut up!” War yelled suddenly. The laughter immediately stopped and the room grew very quiet as the tape played on with only an occasional snicker or giggle.

If anything, the silence was worse than the raucous laughter and catcalls. Zanny had to sit and listen as the voice went on about female arousal, erection of the clitoris, lubrication of the genitals, swelling of the labia and vaginal tissues, tilting of the uterus and change in the vagina so as to accommodate…

That was more than she could take. Zanny stood up and turned off the tape to moans of disappointment. “I think this is a little more than what we need to see right now.” she announced, hiding the redness of her face by keeping her head down..

There were boos and catcalls.

“We want a demonstration!” someone yelled out.

“We ain’t got to the best part yet!”

“Yeah! Demonstration!”

Zanny ignored them. In her most unflustered voice she called to the back of the room, “Will you please put the lights back on now?”

“No lights!” “Leave ‘em off” “Wait!” they called.

“Lights!” Zanny insisted.

The lights came on and she blinked at the brightness as she looked around the room. She couldn’t keep her eyes from glancing at the boys’ crotches, and she saw the bulges quite clearly. 

With a raw shock she realized that two of the boys were openly masturbating at their desks, their penises clearly visible in their hands. The closest to her was Joke, hunched low in his seat, pumping away at his shockingly large prick, oblivious to her horrified stare.

“Stop it!” she cried. “Stop it this instant! All of you stop it! My God! What’s wrong with you? This is a classroom!”

The boy toward the back of the class cowered in his seat and surreptitiously closed his pants, but Joke kept on frigging himself.

“Uh-uh! I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do it!” he breathed, eyes closed, his hand a blur in his lap.

Without thinking Zanny marched right to his seat. “Stop it! Stop it! This is disgusting! Stop it right now!”

“Hey, leave him alone.” War said to her. “Guy’s got a problem, you know? He can’t help it.”

“Yeah.” Rick said mildly. “He’s got to do it like five times a day, you know? Otherwise he goes all wack, starts trouble, know what I mean?”

Zanny was outraged. Joke was ignoring her, his eyes closed, mouth open as he pumped violently at his rigid cock, shaking in his seat and moaning.

“Not in my class!” she said. “He’s going down to the principal right now!”

War shook his head sadly. “Man, you shouldn’t a shown him that tape, lady. What’d you expect him to do?

“You can’t even let him see no pictures of babes in magazines, he goes all sex crazy.” Mickey chimed in.

“Besides,” War said, cocking his head and looking at her. “Principal’s gone for the day.”

Still intent on stopping Joke, it took Zanny a moment to understand the import of what War had just said. The principal was gone for the day!

She took a nervous step back and glanced out the window at the parking lot below. From this room she could see where the teachers and staff parked. Aside from her car and Miss Ambershawm’s, the lot was empty. She realized with a chill that there was no one else in the school.

They all saw her reaction. They all knew what it meant. The silence that followed was deafening. She knew now that she was alone in the building, and they knew it too. A thrill of fear writhed up her spine.

How could they do this to her? Leave her alone in a class with these problem kids with no one else in the school? Leave her that explicit tape to play to a group of young, oversexed boys. Didn’t they know what they were doing?

“Oh Fuck! Look at me! Watch! Watch!” Joke cried out. He twisted in his seat so that his cock was now visible, and aimed at the nearest wall. His hips bucked up from his chair, he groaned with relief, and Zanny watched horrified as he ejaculated, shooting his semen almost seven feet to splatter it against a blackboard at the side of the room.




Sex Ed



“Alright Joke!”, “Way to go, Jokester”, “Joke the Jag strikes again!” they boys said.

Zanny couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She was frightened; she had lost control of the class. She could tell by the way they looked at her—challenging, expectant—that she was in trouble. 

She pulled back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face in her excitement and anger, and tried to compose herself. She realized that her breasts were heaving from her nervousness and she tried to stop them. She put a hard look on her face.

“I think that’s quite enough for today.” she said, trying to keep her voice level. “I’m dismissing you all early. You are free to go.”

No one moved. They were all looking at her.

She went to her desk and picked up her things.

“I said that’s all. Class is over.”

Mickey raised his hand. “Question, Miss Dee?” he said.

“Yes?” she asked impatiently.

Mickey again stood up by the side of his desk like a good boy. Zanny tried not to look at his crotch, but she knew he was hard.

“When you get turned on, does your clit get swollen too?” he asked.

Again the class erupted into laughter, but this time it wasn’t the boisterous racket it had been before; it was nasty, expectant, and cruel. The boys, especially the group around Mickey, looked at her with wolfish and evil leers. Rick punched Mickey lightly on the arm.

Mickey giggled. “And if so, can we see? With all due respect, I mean. Ma’am. Miss Tease…er…I mean Miss Dee.”

Now there was no laughter at all; and the tense silence was far worse. She was very aware of being up there in front of all these hungry eyes, her body on display, and she knew that they had already stripped her naked with their eyes.

All of them stared at her. They were waiting for her to answer Mickey’s question. She couldn’t face their eyes. 

Zanny suddenly turned on her heel and stomped towards the door, consciously trying not to run. But as soon as she had started to move, Rick was out of his seat and standing at the door, blocking it, an evil grin on his face.

“Get out of the way.” she said sternly. “Class is over.”

Rick didn’t move. She heard a general scuffle as all the boys left their seats, as if on cue, rushed to the front of the class and surrounded her, standing close.

“Please.” she said, unable to keep the fear from her voice, “Get out of the way, Rick!”

He didn’t move but slowly reached into his pocket. She didn’t see what he did with his hand but suddenly there was a knife in front of her face, open and gleaming. She saw it reflected in his dark glasses, and saw the look of fear on her own face as well.

“You didn’t answer Mickey’s question, Miss Dee.” he said softly. “How are we supposed to learn anything if you won’t answer questions, you know?”

Zanny felt like she was going to swoon. She felt nauseous. The boys were crowded around her now, pressing close to her, breathing on her, inhaling her scent, touching her. She could feel their bodies as they pressed close, feel their hard pricks as they shoved them against her legs and bottom.

“No.” she said softly.

“And I got a question too.” Rick went on. “I want to know if you’re getting any lately. Fine looking bitch like you. Coming in here and teasing all us poor little boys, you know? What kind of teacher is that? Must be one horny little bitch, I say. You know what I’m sayin’?”

As if by some prearranged signal they all started moving, pushing her back into the room, away from the door. There were so many of them, hard, excited bodies touching her, just tentatively. She could feel hands stroking her ass and hips, trying to lift her skirt. They reached out to squeeze her breasts, caress her hair.

“No. No. Stop it.” she said, her voice weak, frightened.

“You dudes wedge the doors.” she heard War say. “Bring her over here by the desk.”

She heard War sweep the top of the teacher’s desk clean as the crowd of boys forced her back towards it, followed closely by Rick and the gleaming blade. Books, pictures, papers all hit the floor. Boys had run to the two doors and were stuffing folded paper between the door and the jam, wedging them closed.

Zanny’s behind hit the desk and she stopped.

“Okay, Miss Dee.” War said. “Climb upon the desk. Sit on it. Rick, give her a hand. Everyone else sit down. Don’t bother your teacher.” Zanny found herself sitting on the desk, facing the crowd of boys. Rick took her books and purse with exaggerated politeness. Zanny kept her head down, afraid to meet their eyes as the boys all took seats very close to her.

“What are you going to do?” she whispered.

War took off his dark glasses and for the first time she saw his eyes. They were beautiful eyes, blue with long lashes that almost made him look girlish. But they glittered with a feral excitement.

He sat down at a desk in the very front of the room, not four feet from her desk. “I think we’d all like you to answer Mickey’s question.” he said, his voice calm and slow. “I know I would. In fact, why don’t you show us? That would be most educational.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked nervously.

“We want to see if your clitoris becomes erect when you get aroused,” he said, emphasizing the words used in the tape.

The boys shouted and slapped the desks in confirmation, but War held up his hand for silence.

“We want you to play with yourself, get yourself aroused so that we can see for ourselves.” He said, menace in his voice.

More hoots and pounding.

Zanny looked wildly around the room, but everywhere she looked she saw the same, wild, glazed look on their eyes, like sharks who have smelled blood. 

At the back of the room was a knot of four or five boys who had decided not to participate in her debasement. They all sat together, slouched in their seats, eyes down or looking nervously out the window, all of them looking very frightened. But these were all younger boys. They couldn’t help her. They were locked into this nightmare just as she was.

She could almost smell the male hormones in the air. She’d never felt such an intense atmosphere of sexual desire; the air almost crackled with electricity.

“I can’t” she said. “I won’t. This is crazy.”

War sighed. “Rick, did you get her address?”

“Oh yeah. Got it all.” Rick said. 

And Zanny noticed that Rick had been going through her purse and had pulled out her wallet. She knew what that meant. They knew where she lived, her phone number, the numbers of her friends and family. “I can’t” she said.

War smiled sympathetically. “Try, Miss Dee. Just try. Or would you like Joke to help you along?”

Joke’s face was shining with idiotic delight. “Yeah, I’ll help! I love pussy! I’d like to suck that pussy! Fuck it and suck it!”

Zanny recoiled in horror. The boy was obviously some type of mental defective, with his lank, dirty hair and his bad skin. He hung his unnaturally long tongue out of his mouth and waggled it obscenely at her

“Pull your skirt up.” War said, and Zanny, still leaning away from Joke, obeyed, rocking her hips to get the skirt up to her waist, exposing her thighs and her knickers to the class, who responded with a low murmur of approval.

War smiled at her. “Is that a little wet spot I see down there, Miss Dee?” he teased. “Is teacher a little bit excited?”

“Oh man!” a boy exclaimed as he got out of his seat to see better. War stood and pushed him back down.

“You want to get fucked over good, you try that again.” War said to him.

Then, turning back to Zanny, “Now put your hand down there and see if you’re wet.”

Zanny closed her eyes and did as he said, running her trembling fingers over her vaginal slit through the sheer fabric of her knickers. Despite herself, she could feel her wetness, and she closed her eyes in shame. How could she possibly be excited when she was so frightened?

But it seemed to calm the boys somehow, and it set off some strange feelings in her. All day long she’d been experiencing little bouts of sexual arousal, surrounded by all these young men who were bursting with their new born sexuality and potency. She’d tried to fight it off, fight off the lewd thoughts and fantasies, but she was only human, and her body had betrayed her time and time again. Now it felt good to touch herself, to finally get to scratch the itch. It felt very good. Almost enough to make her forget where she was and what was really happening.

She continued to stroke herself through her knickers, and when she opened her eyes she found all the eyes in the place glued to her fingers working at her crotch. Even the frightened boys in the back couldn’t help looking at her.

“Put your feet upon the desk.” War said softly. “We want to see.”.

Zanny scooted back and brought her feet up to the top of the desk, which made her crotch that much more visible. Again she closed her eyes so as not to see. As she continued to touch herself she unconsciously began to slightly pump her hips. She wasn’t aware of doing it; it came naturally to her. It was the way her body responded to stimulation, and the feel of her fingers on her pussy and the way she was being made to perform in front of these boys was now extremely stimulating to her. She was rapidly losing control of herself.

When she cracked her eyes to look at the boys, she saw them absolutely rapt with attention, mouths hanging open, eyes almost starting from their sockets. It gave her a strange thrill to be looked at like that. She felt as if she were now in control. She began to breathe faster, relaxing her control of her emotions, yielding to her pleasure. Her fingers traveled faster and pressed against her clit as they trailed up and down her exposed crotch. She was certain that her knickers were now visibly wet, and knew she should be embarrassed, but she was too excited now.

“Take ‘em off.” War said softly.

She complied without hesitation, sliding her damp knickers down her thighs and off her legs, letting them drop to the floor where War picked them up and held them to his face.

She was most definitely aroused now; her fear forgotten. They were, after all, mere boys. How many of them had ever seen a vagina before, let alone a woman masturbating? The thought of their innocence and the wide-eyed looks on their faces sent another erotic thrill through her and almost made her laugh. They were just children. She was the absolute center of attention, and she wondered just how much she should show them; just how much they could take. If they wanted to see a woman aroused, she could show them things that none of them had ever seen before, had ever imagined before.

Very slowly she opened her legs and exposed her wet and swollen sex to them, her feet on the desk as she reclined on one elbow. She let them have a look, a good look, then she reached down and spread herself apart for them, showing them the secret pink flesh inside of her. They looked so comical as they stared, eyes wide as saucers. She began to stroke herself anew, making no attempt to hide her feelings from them. She wanted to turn them on now, she wanted to show them what a wanton whore a woman could be, and her face showed every erotic sensation she was feeling as her fingers slid up and down her slit and stopped to vibrate against her clitoris.

“Oh my God!”, “Oh fuck!”, “Holy shit!” they gasped as she worked at herself, moaning in pleasure and rolling her hips lewdly on the desk, her skirt up around her waist, her knees spread wide to let them see everything.

She stopped and sat up for a moment, but only to unbutton her blouse and pull her bra up, letting her large, perfectly rounded breasts tumble free. She wanted more stimulation, more excitement. Her fingers weren’t enough for her. She lay back down, reclining on her elbow, the fingers of her hand massaging and tweaking her nipple as she masturbated. 

She knew that every prick in the room was rock hard and straining, all because of the show she wasgiving them. Even War’s eyes were wide and his mouth open as he gaped at the display she was putting on not four feet from his face. She was so close to him that he could hear the viscid sound of her fingers working in her sopping flesh, her hear hot breathing, her soft moans of pleasure. She glanced down and saw his cock bulging in his jeans, a spot of moisture darkening the fabric at its tip, and she bit her lip to keep from smiling.

The sight of his big cock only increased her own sense of arousal, and she frigged herself faster, the muscles of her thighs and stomach knotting as she swung her hips wildly up and back. She realized that she might come; she might lose it totally before this crowd of enraptured boys, show them what a slutty whore she really was, and the thought of showing her rawest ecstasy to then again upped her own arousal..

She opened her eyes and looked at them boldly, making no effort to disguise the look of raw lust and pleasure on her face. Even the boys in the back were watching her, almost against their will. They kept glancing at her, then looking away in embarrassment or disgust, expressions of alarm and horror on their faces, shocked that an adult teacher was capable of such shameless depravity.

She didn’t care. Let them see what a cock-hungry cunt she was. Let them see what it looked like when a women frigged herself off, then came like a raging demon, her juice pouring from her empty pussy, her hips pumping the air in search of a big male cock that wasn’t there. She wanted to cry out like Joke had done: “Look! Watch me! Watch me!”

She heard a boy exclaim, “Oh Shit I’m gonna come! Oh Fuck I’m gonna come!” and another echoed him “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah!”

The boys were coming just from watching her. She stared at them with a look of sexual challenge on her face, wondering if any of them was man enough to do it to her, give her what she wanted.

Then War got up. “That’s fucking enough!” he said. “Let’s go.”.

Suddenly she was surrounded by boys beyond control. She was on fire with lust but the desperation and wildness with which they grabbed at her frightened her anew. Cocks appeared, pants fell, hands grabbed at her, and Zanny curled herself protectively into a ball. Maybe she’d gone too far. She felt as if they’d tear her to pieces.

“Mickey, Rick! Get her arms! Rest of you get the fuck back!” War yelled.

Zanny felt hands grab at her wrists and pull her arms away from her body. Despite War’s warning boys were still pushing their penises at her, trying to touch her face, her naked breasts. Hands grabbed at her, touched her pussy, her nipples. She raised her legs to protect herself, but felt hands on her ankles too. They pulled, she struggled, twisting on the desk but they were too strong. They spread her out on the desk; opened her wide.

Alonzo and Joke held her legs open, her bare pussy exposed for all to see, pink and swollen and gleaming with wetness. She had no doubt as to what was coming next as War climbed between her thighs, his jeans around his ankles, his big man-sized cock standing straight out from his loins and dripping warm pre-cum onto her thighs, and she was suddenly afraid again, afraid she’d gone too far.

“No!” she screamed. “Damn it! No!”

“Shut the fuck up!” War snarled as he fit the head of his cock against her pussy.. She tried to twist away but they held her too tightly. Hands reached for her pussy, massaged her labia, tickled her clit. War looked down at her with a look of hatred and contempt, and, as if his cock was a weapon, he ran her through, forcing his way inside her to her sensitive depths. Zanny shrieked as she felt his big prick push into her, stuffing her full of hard meat.

He had entered her before she was ready and it hurt, but he showed her no sympathy. With the impatience of youth he immediately began to pound into her like a trip hammer, intent on getting his come. Zanny snarled, arched her back to try and take him better, but she couldn’t get him off, and soon his pounding began to light the smoldering fires within and the delicious feeling of a hard cock working in her pussy made her melt with pleasure. It felt good as he punished her vagina, grunting with each plunge, and she was helpless beneath him as the hands grabbed at her and explored her body.

“Ungh! Good! Fucking! Pussy!” War grunted, the bones of his lean hips banging into the insides of her spread thighs. He grabbed a naked breast in one hand and immediately sucked her nipple into his mouth while his other hand worked at her other breast, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh, not caring whether she enjoyed it or not.

Zanny opened her mouth to cry out, and felt someone rubbing his cock over her face, trying to get it in her mouth. She turned her head away but unseen fingers grabbed her hair and forced her face back, then pulled her lower lip down until she opened her mouth and the big, warm prick slid over her tongue.

“Suck it, bitch! Suck it for me!” Rick said, his hard bronze belly knotted over her face. She couldn’t control herself now. War’s cock felt so good fucking into her that she longed for something in her mouth and she sucked hungrily at Rick’s black cock, swirling her tongue around the tip on the outstroke, wanting to swallow himdown to meet the cock battering into her from below.

When she looked up she could see all their faces staring down at her, eyes wide. They’d never seen anything like this, never imagined a woman could turn into such a cock-hungry cumslut, especially a teacher, someone who was supposed to teach them the ways of the sdult world. Well she was teaching them, all right, teachjing them a lesson they’d never ever forget.

Cocks were everywhere as boys masturbated over her, or rubbed their oily cock heads against her skin, shoved them against her breasts, her thighs, her neck. Someone put a dick into her hand and started to pump into it, and she quickly understood what he wanted and began to pump him herself, rubbing her thumb hotly against the sensitive tip and hearing him moan.

With a loud groan, one boy shoved his cock against her throat and she felt him ejaculate onto her skin, his hot cream spattering over her neck and shoulders as she sucked on Rick’s cock and War battered her pussy. She was surrounded by hot male pricks, spurting and leaking onto her flesh and dripping onto her disheveled clothes. The scent of male semen was overpowering. She felt someone trying to worm a finger into her exposed asshole, and she didn’t even try to fight him off. She wanted them all. War began to ram into her with shocking violence, grunting like an animal, the tendons in his neck standing out like steel cords, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Oh you little cocksucker!” he whined. “You motherfucking whore! Here it is, bitch! Here it is!”

She felt him tense, his body tremble, and then his deep-buried cock spewed his load in massive bursts within her, each gout filling her with maddening, creamy heat as he groaned and writhed on top of her.

He was barely off her when someone else took his place. Alonzo, his cock big and fat made her moan in protest. His hard, heavy body crushed her upon the desk as his hips hammered into her, his hairy ass rising and falling without letup. Alonzo knew what he was doing. He grabbed her ass and pulled her hips up to him so he could sink more deeply into her warm, buttery cunt, and then he fucked her with slow, deliberate, maddening strokes that built up a raging heat inside her. She sucked hard on Rick’s cock and began to frig the prick in her hand, wanting their come, wanting all their come, wanting it all over her body, her face, wanting to drink it, have it fill her pussy to overflowing.

She realized she was going to orgasm. She was going to orgasm like she had never done in her life. The pleasure in her pussy grew to an intolerable state, taking over her entire body, making her tremble, then shake. She released Rick’s cock from her mouth and turned her head to the side.




Sex Ed



“I’m coming.” she said. “I’m coming.”

Still they fucked her. She said again, louder, “I’m coming! I’m going to come!”

Alonzo let go of her ass, grabbed her breasts, pinched and twisted her nipples.

The pain melted into electric pleasure within her, her eyes suddenly snapped wide open in shock and she screamed, “Oh God I’m coming! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! I’m coming! Oh Goddd!”

She screamed as her body convulsed and her mind spun into a void of brilliant earth-shattering colors. Her pussy throbbed around Alonzo’s massive cock, squeezing him tightly, setting off his own orgasm and she felt him pulsing inside her as he spit his semen into her, flooding her trembling vagina with his hot come.

Her hips rocked up at him as her sheath clutched, every contraction a blast of pure animal ecstasy, her eyes closed, cheeks deep sunk as her seeking mouth found Rick’s cock again and she sucked on it desperately. A cock spewed its hot load over her breasts, another over her thighs. 

Rick cried out and shoved deep in her mouth and ejaculated in long, groaning bursts that filled her to overflowing. Again and again his body jerked as his big black cock gushed into her mouth. As he finally fell away she tried to swallow, coughing and gurgling around the pool of semen in her mouth but someone else immediately shoved his prick between her lips, forcing Rick’s wad to dribble out over her lips.

They had long since released their hold on her arms and legs; there was no need to hold her anymore. Zanny was in a state of animal-like heat that knew no shame, and she eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around whoever was between her thighs, offering herself up to them with cries and moans of encouragement, taking their pricks in her mouth as if she were famished, moaning with delight as they came all over her. 

She lost track of the times she orgasmed. It was as if she were drunk, intoxicated, high on sexual excitement, high on her own degradation, so that the more they punished her, the hotter she became, until she was hardly human, just a receptacle for their teenage lust..

They all had their turns with her, some of them more than once, but after the first two or three it was all a hazy blur of hard young cocks and staring eyes and semen splattered all over her skin and clothes. She remembered being dragged off the desk and on to the floor where they could get at her more easily, and of boys ejaculating on her again and again, as if it were raining semen. At one point she straddled someone’s hips, his hard cock inside her, and sucked another boy while a third tried to get his stiff dick into her rectum. She remembered being pushed down flat, her ass in the air, the searing pain as he tried to enter her tight sphincter without so much as a drop of lubrication, and she remembered her relief when he suddenly came too quickly, unexpectedly shooting his load across her back and buttocks.

She remembered them ripping her bra from her body, mauling her breasts with their hands and lips, sucking and biting her nipples in a way that sent flames through her

She remembered at one point catching a glimpse of the frightened boys in the back of the room, just visible through the crowd of excited bodies that surrounded her. They were standing massed in the farthest corner of the classroom, looks of terror on their faces as they watched her in her wild depravity calling for more cock; watched her pumping her hips as the other boys fucked her, sucking off any prick that was put near her mouth, like the lowest, vilest slut that ever lived. Some of them actually held their hands over their eyes, and some covered their ears so they wouldn’t hear her encourage her partners with obscene words, or as she howled in one of her shattering orgasms.

And she remembered—vaguely—how her assailants all eventually drifted off by twos and threes after she had drained them, taken their loads of young sperm in her pussy and mouth, splattered across her breasts and ass, laughing, joking, spent, satisfied, fucked out.

Zanny lay on the floor, too sore to move, feeling the semen running in a stream from her flooded pussy, feeling it tighten her skin as it dried on her cheeks and thighs and stomach. Her breasts were red and sore, the nipples raw, the insides of her thighs were tender and chafed, her pussy bruised and aching. Her lips were red and swollen, her hair matted with drying ejaculate. Her skirt, which she still wore, was just soaked with come, her blouse and jacket torn and wet.

And yet one more boy stuck his head in the classroom and looked around. Seeing her lying on the floor, he came over. 

“Hi.” Zanny said through her bruised lips, trying to smile at him. He smiled back. “Hi.” he said. 

He unzipped his pants and dropped them, showing his erect cock.

“No.” Zanny said. “No more.”

But he paid her no mind. He got down between her legs, aimed his cock at her sperm-covered pussy and thrust inside her raw and aching vagina.

“Oh yeah!” he said as he began to fuck her. “Oh yeah!”

Zanny groaned. Deep inside her raw and cum-flooded depths a spark of pleasure began to grow again. She closed her eyes and raised her spermy thighs around the boy’s pumping ass and yielded herself to his youn, hungry need.

For her, class was still in session. And always would be.



Sex Ed



BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP my screaming alarm wakes me an hour before my favorite class. Why is it my favorite you may ask well, because of the teacher, Professor Moore. Professor Moore is not only a wonderful teacher who makes every subject he teaches fun and interesting but also he is also gorgeous! He is only about 8 years older then my 19 and the youngest teacher here, he has the clearest most intelligent, and bright blue eyes I have ever seen, and his slightly long blonde hair makes him irresistible. All the girls think he is sexy and I must admit I am no exception. As I get out of my bed and I am in a bit of a naughty mood. So as I choose what I will be wearing today I think about giving Moore a bit of a show. I finally decide on a silky low cut blouse with my sexiest lacy bra that barely covers my beautiful, perky D breasts. I decide upon my tiniest mini skirt that does little to cover my lovely ass as well. I go without any panties just to see what happens and to give myself a bit of a thrill. As I look in the mirror I am satisfied with the way the shirt hides just enough but also shows enough as well. I admire how easily my eyes glided down over my breasts and down my flat stomach to my narrow waist and over my luscious ass and I decide this will do.

As I take my seat in the third row slightly above the podium in the middle of the class I remember that I have no panties on and I sit a bit more cautiously. As the class begins and he begins his lesson I wait for his eyes to sweep the room and I slightly part my thighs as his eyes travel to my seat. I stare at his face for any hint of a reaction and I am rewarded when he looks and I see his eyes widen and his mouth fall slightly open in surprise. Then I see the lust fill his eyes as he looks away from my pussy and up to my face where he sees me watching him. Throughout the rest of class I continually flash him glimpses of my pussy and I see the look of lust grow.

Finally when class is over as I am packing away my things my pen rolls of my desk and onto the seat of the desk in the row below me so after packing up all of my things and after everyone else had left I go down to retrieve my pen as I slid around to the front of the desk I decide I will give one last show, so I bend over the desk and I exaggerate so that I know my skirt has ridden up my beautiful ass and I am giving quite a show and I finally grab my pen. 

As I am about to stand up I hear footsteps behind me and suddenly I feel hands on my hips I gasp and turn to see that it is professor Moore and I can now also feel his bulge pressing into my ass. He leans down to whisper into my ear “see what you do to me.” I respond by grinding my ass into his bulge. He moans and whispers “oh god I want you so bad…” I then spin around locking him in a hot and passionate kiss. As we kissed I fumble with his belt buckle then slowly undo his pants and pull him out. I can feel his throbbing hardness and slowly I slide down and kiss the head tasting the salty precum then I engulf him in my mouth as my tongue swirls around the shaft my head is bobbing when suddenly I feel him tighten as his orgasm overcomes him then I feel the jets of cum explode into my mouth I suck greedily until there is no more. 

I stand and he kisses me tasting himself in my mouth. Then he bends me over the desk and begins to roughly finger me pushing his fingers in and out in and out. Then I feel him guide the tip of his again hard cock into me and I feel him push as he fills me his fingers travel to my clit and as he rubs it he begins to thrust deep inside of me. He feels so good inside of me that I can barely control myself enough to keep from crying out. My orgasm finally sweeps over me with waves of pleasure then I feel him tighten again and so I whisper “Don’t come inside me…” he grunts and pulls out then I feel the tip of his cock slippery with my juices against my asshole. I moan my approval and push back slightly and I feel him slip inside of me. I again rotate my hips so I can get accustomed to his girth easier. Finally I can feel my body accepting this intruder and I begin I to rock back and forth causing more of him to enter me. He begins to thrust as well while his fingers plunge in and out of my leaking pussy and his thumb is rubbing my clit. The combination of all of these stimulants causes another orgasm more powerful then the first the wash over me. Moments later I feel him tighten again and this time I can feel his seed spurting into my tight ass. After his orgasm he collapses with his still twitching cock buried inside of my ass. 

After another few minutes pass he rolls off of me and stands, he begins to straighten himself and helps me up as well I can feel the come slowly begin leaking from my gaping hole and I grab some tissues from my bag and wipe away the leaking come. We both look at each other with expressions of satisfaction on our faces as he says “…well I guess I will see you after next weeks lesson.” I nod with a knowing smile and as I walk away I can feel his eyes watching me, and I can hardly wait until next week.



Sex Ed 301.1 Vixen's First Lecture



Author's note: I would like to show my appreciation to angel love for her editing expertise by thanking her here for editing this story and my previous one.

Walking down the road it is a beautiful Spring day. The cool breeze blows gently through your hair and ruffles your sundress. Looking back down at the address, you walk into the building before you. Per the instructions, you enter the first door on your right and feel your heart rate start to quicken. A feeling of nervousness and sexual excitement course through your body. You ease your right hand down the front of your body and press it against your clit through the thin material of your dress. Taking a quick look at your watch, you see that you are early. Untying the front of your bustier style sundress you remove it quickly and sit in the padded chair in the corner of the small room. 

Your eyes move to the door you came in and the only other door to the room. Both are closed. With your left hand you cup your breast and rub your nipple through your bra while your other hand begins to rub tight circles around your clit through your panties. Unclasping your bra, you allow it to fall off your shoulders and start teasing and tugging your nipples. 

You moan softly as you slip your fingers inside your panties and rub your clitty directly. Rubbing quick circles across your clit while you tug at your nipples you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Your hips begin to rock slightly in the chair. Your orgasm is coming. You pinch one of your nipples and tug holding on to it, the sensation of your stretched nipple and areola sending shivers through your body. Suddenly the door opens and you stop. Looking up you see me standing there dressed in a pair of casual pants, shirt, tie and shoes. I take a long peach terry cloth robe from the hook on the wall and hand it to you.

I insist we have to go and pull you to your feet. Pulling the robe up your arms I press my body against yours and kiss you quickly on the lips. I whisper that you look beautiful, obviously flush from your near orgasm, and kiss your face and neck quickly. Your arms grab me tightly. Reaching down I grasp your bare waist and slip my fingers in the sides of your panties. With one quick move your panties slide over your bare hips and down your smooth legs. You move your legs slightly allowing them to fall to the floor. My right hand moves between your legs and my fingers discover the moistness there. As you exhale deeply, I slip a finger along your clit and pussy. 

You tilt your head back allowing me access to your neck and whisper, "Oh please," in hopes I will finish your orgasm. 

Instead I remove my hand and lick your heavenly juice from my finger. Pulling your robe closed, I grasp your hand and lead you through the door I entered. Following me closely and clutching the robe in the front, you look nervously at our surroundings. We are in a small lecture hall, the seats are to your right and each row sits higher than the next. In the seats are twelve or so students both male and female. To the left are a podium, a large table and a reclining chair that is somewhat elevated from the floor. 

I pull you back to me and stand you in front of the chair. Looking into your eyes I cup your face in my hands and tell you to relax. I kiss you gently on the lips and run my hands down your neck to your shoulders slowly pushing the robe off your body. Your arms tighten for a moment trying to hold the robe in place, but as my kiss melts your resistance you relax your arms and allow the robe to fall to the floor. With my hands on your shoulders, I ease you slowly away from me and into the comfortable chair. You slowly lean back in the chair realizing that you are completely naked in front of a number of strangers. Leaning your head back you try to relax as your hands fidget, not sure whether to cover yourself, what to cover or to just run. 

As these thoughts run through your head I step away from in front of you, baring your body to the rest of the class. Suddenly the chair leans back slightly elevating your feet somewhat and tilting your head back so that you can now see me as I stand behind the podium next to you. 

I reach down gently touching your face and wink at you. As you wink back, you feel the part of the chair supporting your legs begin to spread open. I touch your shoulder as you look down and see your legs spreading before the class. Not only can they see your naked body but they can see everything! Your mind races! Only a few people have seen you in such a way and now twelve complete strangers could see EVERYTHING! 

The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stand on end as panic sweeps your body. Gently I squeeze your shoulder sensing your panic at being on display in such a way. You watch as I look up at the class and begin the lecture. "Today's subject, stimulation of the clit and vagina . . . " 

You sit nervously as I speak for a few minutes about the female anatomy. Walking over next to your left leg, I use your body to point out the parts to the class. Your face turns beet red when I ask the class about the clit being swollen and the obvious wetness present. One of the students suggests that you recently had sex while another insists you were masturbating. 

While you are slightly embarrassed by the fact that they are so openly discussing you like this it is beginning to turn you on somewhat. My hand reaches down and touches your inner thigh as we talk about your body openly. You begin to wiggle slightly as my hand moves toward your clit, you can hear my words talking about stimulating a clit directly and jump slightly as I touch you. With one finger I slowly rub circles around your clit. 

You begin to moan slightly only to hear your moaning coming out of nearby speakers. You stop your moans as I explain to the class that I have positioned a microphone near your head so they can best hear your reactions while I stimulate you. Looking down at you I tell you to continue moaning as you desire. My finger moves quicker across your clit and once again you moan softly. 

The words of my lecture become more difficult to hear as my finger slides freely around your clit. As your orgasm builds your hands reach up and grasp your breasts, tugging at your nipples hard as you feel your body tense. My fingers move quickly across your clit, at this moment there is no classroom, no students, only your clit being rubbed furiously by my fingers. Moaning loudly you orgasm, arching your back and tweaking your nipples as you do, my fingers rub slower as your body begins to relax slightly. You giggle and cover your face with your hands while the class applauds.

The feeling of warmth that comes after your orgasm fully envelops you. My lecture continues about stimulating the clit; now using a tongue. The feeling of excitement already stirs in your body with the thought of my tongue flicking your clit running through your head. You look up to see me position a chair next to you and watch as I lean over. You gasp when you feel my tongue lightly flick your clit. I use my tongue to circle your clit quickly and then flick your clit up and down even faster. Your hips begin to rock in time with my tongue as your hands return to your breasts. 

Suddenly I suck your clit between my lips and nibble it slightly. The moans through the speakers become deeper as your hand moves to my head. Squeezing your clit between my lips, you scream out. Finally, I release it and once again lavish it with my tongue. Your deep moan pulsing out of the speakers announces your orgasm to the audience. Your hand presses the back of my head pushing and holding my mouth on your throbbing clit. You can feel the puddle of your juices flowing underneath your butt as you hold your arms tight across your body. Looking up at me, you ask how long the lecture will last. 

I lean down and kiss your lips, our tongues flick against each other coating the tip of your tongue with your own juice, when our kiss breaks I whisper, "Only another hour and a half to go." Your body shakes as an aftershock passes through you and the thought of another hour and a half of stimulation.

You listen while I explain that other items can be used in conjunction with the tongue to stimulate the clit. Looking over you watch me pull an ice cube out of the glass of water I have under the lectern. Taking the ice cube between my finger and thumb of my right hand I slowly move it between your legs. A drop of ice water falls on your bare leg. The small but very cold drop causes your body to tense, thoughts of what is to come race through your head. 

I begin talking to the class again. My words are a mere echo in your ears; your focus is on the ice cube currently running slowly back and forth over your closely shaved mound. The cold water slowly rolls down your warm flesh. Your breathing quickens slightly. You gasp when the ice cube firsts makes contact with your clit in a slow circular pattern. The small and very sensitive part of your body gets cold very quickly almost to the point of it hurting. 

Just when you think you can't take the coldness anymore, your heart racing and chest heaving, my mouth envelopes your clit. The warmth of my tongue flicking over your chilled clit slowly warms you to the core. Your orgasm starts to build as the thousands of nerve endings in your clit, which feels hotter than ever, spring back to life. Suddenly the incredibly cold sensation of the ice cube returns again rubbing up and down your clit, cold streams of water run over your throbbing pussy and down your backside. 

The speakers emit your loud guttural moans. Your clitty quickly becomes cold again sending chills up and down your entire body. Once again my mouth covers your clit sucking on it softly. The blood rushes back to your clit quickly causing it to swell and throb. You slide your feet up the recliner giving you enough leverage to lift your ass off the recliner. Frantically humping my face both hands lock behind my head making sure the ice will not return to your clit again. 

Instead my hands slide and icy path up your sides trailing cold water behind as they move. With a fresh ice cube in each hand I use the edges of them to rub quickly across your hard nipples. The sensations seem to cause time to stop and every nerve ending to intensify. You can feel your orgasm build in slow motion, every instant more pleasurable then the last, your mouth and eyes open wide but you can hear and see nothing. White snow is all that is visible in this state of sensory overload. 

When time does start again, your body feels more alive than ever. Your pussy twinges as the focus of your full body orgasm explodes between your legs bigger and longer than you've ever had before. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, you relax and lower yourself back onto the recliner and release your grasp of my head. Lying there you feel alive and lifeless at the same time, your sensations and emotions still racing as your entire body feels like a puddle, unable to move at all. 

The discussion now revolves around the vagina. Once again you listen to the lecture, lying there exposed to the class wondering if your breathing and pulse will ever return back to normal. You feel yourself getting more excited at the idea of our continued demonstration. As I walk around the chair, I hand you a water bottle to re-hydrate. You take a quick drink of the water and then place it in the holder near your left arm. Inhaling deeply you are finally able to relax in your current position, no longer bothered that you are on display for strangers to see. 

You look up at the ceiling and tremble in another aftershock. Once again the feeling of my hand on your thigh excites you. My hand moves up your leg slowly again until it covers your pussy and clit. You spread your legs a bit wider at my touch and my middle finger begins to move up and down your pussy. A soft moan comes through the speakers as I show the class how to tease your pussy. 

My finger moves over, around, up and down your pussy as your hands glide up and down your body and over your breasts. With ease, my middle finger slides inside you causing you to moan deeply. I begin to work my finger in and out, slowly building your excitement for the class before inserting a second finger. You moan louder as my two long fingers move in and out of your pussy freely; slopping loudly in your wetness. 

I quicken the pace slightly as I continue to talk to the class, you know that all twelve pair of eyes are staring at your wet pussy, watching my fingers move in and out and it excites you even more. I begin to twist my hand as I bring my fingers in and out of you even faster; this odd pushing sends new sensations to your brain. Your fingers grasp the arms of the chair hard turning your knuckles white, as you moan. 

You scream, "OH YES!" as your entire body grinds against my hand. Holding my fingers as far inside you as possible, I move them against each other back and forth during your orgasm. 

I take the water bottle and bring it to your mouth again as the students clap their approval. Sucking on the straw you look into my eyes. At this moment there is no one outside of the two of us. You take the bottle from my hand and finish drinking. Exhaling deeply you contentedly lay in the chair waiting the next demonstration. 

Looking over at the table your eyes focus on what is there, blinking several times it takes a second or two, when you do your entire body tingles and your heart skips a beat. Laid out on the table are a number of dildos, ticklers, and a small vibrator or two. As you stare at what is in front of you, the words I am saying to the class suddenly come through. I am talking to them about stimulation of multiple parts of the body by the use of toys or with your fingers, hands or mouth. Once again your body shudders as you look over the table wondering what will happen and when. 

As your excitement grows you feel your legs start to move upward, the chair is moving them up so that your knees are bent and your thighs are now more perpendicular to your body, the chair is also moving your knees further apart. You can feel your sticky pussy lips separate as your legs move into position. A chill runs up your spine as you now lay even more exposed than you were before. Still, you are very relaxed; all embarrassment passed after the first orgasm, even as you look over your shoulder and see your pussy on display on a screen behind you.

Walking around you I trace my hand over your head and down your arm. For a moment our fingers clench together, our connection is felt. I position myself on the stool in front of your outstretched legs and begin talking to the class again. Taking one of the dildos I rub it around your pussy coating the head with your moistness. You moan softly awaiting the feeling to come. 

The head quickly slides inside you and you softly coo as you feel it spreading you. Sliding the dildo in further you move your hips slightly to get a better angle and moan with each passing inch. With the five inch dildo all the way inside you I ask you how it feels. In a voice dripping with pleasure, you say how nice it feels inside you. Slipping it in and out of your pussy your words become moans as the smooth dildo increases your excitement level. The slow steady movement of the dildo isn't enough to drive you wild but is enough to bring up your desire in wanting more. 

After a minute of this I can tell that you want more. The slow steady moans of minor pleasure have turned to moans of frustration. Slipping the dildo out, I press the head of a second dildo against your flesh. As the head moves in, you inhale deeply, almost gasping for air, you can feel the definite head and ridge behind it. While the last one was quite smooth and silky this one has definite veins and ridges that rub against your flesh as they go in, this dildo is seven inches and thicker than the last. 

With the latex balls of the dildo pressed against your ass I ask you to tell the class how this one feels. Your words are shorter, your breathing is more rapid, and there is definite desire in your voice as you describe the fullness you feel at this moment. Sliding the dildo in and out your moans are more evident and your hips begin to move in time with it as you enjoy the thick veined cock. Even at the same pace as with the smaller dildo this new one brings your desire even higher. 

As you can feel the orgasm building very slowly, you hear me explain to the class how this will affect you. You now understand why I started with the smaller one. It's obvious that I am going to tease you to slowly build your orgasm. Slipping the dildo out of you, I glide its length over your clit before reinserting it into your pussy. Your moans grow as I do this, time and time again, building your frustration. 

In the background you can hear me explaining to the class the reason for this and how it will drive you wilder with desire and passion. Reaching down you pull the part of the chair supporting your thighs trying to keep the dildo inside you, but you can't as I continue to alternate it over your clit and in your pussy. The desperation returns to your moans as you call out my name, imploring me, almost begging me to use the dildo only in your pussy. I stop sliding the dildo over your clit; instead you feel the presence of something else. 

Suddenly a slight vibration on your clit has you curling your toes and digging your nails into the chair. You moan loudly as the new sensation brings your orgasm even closer and your hips move faster. The vibrations lessen as the dildo still moves in and out at a pace not quick enough to make you cum. Once again you call my name in frustration. In between your panting breaths, you hear me explaining something else to the class. You don't care about the class, you want to cum and you want to cum now! 


I'm telling the class how you can use sexual frustration to your advantage. The words sink in and you know what it will take to get me to make you cum. Desperately you try not to cave in, you don't want to say those things out loud, never mind having them broadcast over the room's speaker system. But the slow pace of the beefy dildo and the frustratingly low vibrations of the clit massager are holding you near the edge, you only need a little more to go all the way . . . you desperately call my name again. 

Looking up at you, I tell you that I want you to say it. You shake your head no, trying to hold out. I slowly twist the veined dildo from side to side as I insert it, driving you even crazier as I tease you. You bite your lip and clench your fists. Finally, with the last of your resistance gone, you cave in yelling loudly for me to fuck you. Your words echo through the room. Not caring who hears or what they think you say them over and over again, begging me to fuck you harder and faster. 

Immediately I turn up the vibrations above your clit and move the dildo in and out much faster. Never the less you continue to yell instructions. You can feel the orgasm growing as I slap the dildo in and out of you furiously. Finally your commands are replaced with, "OH MY GOD!" as your hips buck violently against the chair. 

A loud guttural moan/ scream fills the room as you climax. I flip the vibe off of your clit and lick your quickly flowing juice finally slowing the pumping of the dildo as your deep breathing slows. 

The dildo slides out of your throbbing pussy while the chair returns you slowly to a more upright position. 

Standing in front of you I hand you the water bottle so you can drink. In between deep breaths you suck water through the straw. Eventually I help you to your feet, leaving the robe over the table, and walk you to the other side of the room, opening the door to a small bathroom. Taking a moment you "freshen up" and relieve yourself. Your face is flush, your hair is a mess, your nipples are somewhat sore, as is your clit and pussy, but you feel fantastic. I knock lightly on the door and after washing your hands and using a warm face cloth on your pussy and clit you open it. You take my extended hand and walk back into the room barely aware that you are naked. I escort you back to the chair. 




Sex Ed 301.1 Vixen's First Lecture



Looking up at me, you ask, "Now what?" 

I lean down and kiss your cheek whispering, "Time for them to practice." 

Your eyes open wide as the chair begins to elevate and lean back again. Looking around the room as you are moved into position you see that there are seven men and five women staring at your naked body. Once again you become aware of just how exposed you are and begin to fidget in the chair as your legs are repositioned. 

As the first student walks up you lean your head back and try to relax. Feeling his tongue work over your clit and pussy quickly make your apprehensions go away. His tongue works quickly over your pussy and clit, even pushing slightly inside your pussy bringing you to a quick but small orgasm. You nod, giving him a passing grade but not a great one. Each of the seven men brings you to quick steady orgasms one right after the other sending your head spinning. 

As the first female student positions herself between your legs I remind the class that next week's lecture is on sexual positions and that you will be there for demonstration only. You sigh as the female student between your legs begins to lick you, concentrating delicately on your clit. The light touch of her tongue is a nice change from the previous attempts. Your orgasm builds slower but more intensely as she masterfully licks and sucks your clit. Reaching down you entwine your fingers in her hair and guide her mouth. Your loud moans announce your pleasure and her grade. 

The next woman is between your legs quickly, obviously excited by watching the previous one. Once again the light flicks, licks and sucking on your clit build a powerful orgasm. With each new woman you think your body is too exhausted to be able to orgasm again until they begin to work their tongues over you. With little or no break in between you are happy when the final fifth female student moves between your legs. 

Her tongue works quickly over your clit and even down to your pussy. You begin to move in rhythm with her tongue. She even slips a finger inside your pussy causing you to inhale deeply. She sucks on your clit and slides a second finger in, using her hand to quickly pump your puss. You begin to moan loudly, your orgasm building, and you grasp her head firmly in your hands. Leaning up in the chair you scream loudly as you coat her face with your orgasm. Holding her head tightly you watch as she licks you. When the orgasm passes, you release her head and collapse back in the chair totally exhausted. The last student quietly leaves. 

Covering you with the robe I clean up and let you relax on the chair. Looking up at me from under the robe, you ask about the class next week. I tell you it's about different sexual positions for both oral and regular sex and that it would probably take the full two hour class to show all of the positions. Of course as we demonstrated the positions you would be able to tell the class what you liked about each. Exhausted you reply that it sounds like fun. 

I finish packing up my materials and help you back onto your feet. Once you are back in the changing room you pull on your bra and clasp. Giving me a quick wink you hand me your panties explaining you really can't stand to wear them just yet. With your dress on we head out the door, passing one of the students on the way to my car. The student comments how they enjoyed the class causing you to blush with embarrassment. 



Sex Ed 301.2 Vixen's Second Lecture



Pulling your truck into the parking lot, you look in the mirror and see the familiar door, which sparks wonderful and very sexual memories. The last time you walked through that door, you sat on display for the co-ed sex class and was tasted by no less than 12 people. Remembering the orgasms of that day make your panties instantly moist and the hair on your arms stand on end. You take a couple of deep breaths and get out of your truck. Excitedly, you cross the parking lot. As you reach for the hand rail, you notice that your hand is shaking with excitement. You quickly step inside the building and into the changing room. Luckily, there is a chair there and you quickly sit down for fear your knees will give out with the excitement. 

Just thinking about the last visit to the lecture hall made showering and shaving this morning a two hour event. Getting dressed in a simple dress, bra and panties was also postponed twice. Giggling silently, you hoped there wasn't a limit to the number of orgasms someone could have in a day. Here it was, barely 10 am and you had already lost count! Untying the dress, you could see the wetness creeping out of your baby blue panties and your nipples pressing against your matching bra. Looking over, you notice a short red silk kimono style robe. After removing your bra and panties, you slip into the soft robe; the material is electric to your touch. As you move back over to the soft chair to wait, you can feel the material rubbing against your nipples, which only elevates your excitement. Leaning back in the chair, you debate whether or not you have time for a self pleasure quickie. Running your hand up your thigh, you feel how far your wetness has traveled. As your hand nears your pussy, the door opens and I walk in.

"You'll have plenty of time for that later," I say teasingly as you blush at being caught. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I can be," you answer nervously as you take my hand. "What's today's lecture on anyway?"

"Oh, you'll like this one," I reply. "It's on the art of seduction and sexual teasing." 

Your knees buckle at my words, an hour and a half lecture on teasing and seduction! Grasping my hand tightly, we walk into the lecture room. You blush even deeper as you see the students who had seen so much of you just a little while ago. Some smile nervously back at you. Together we walk up to the lectern, still holding hands, as I begin to address the class. My words are barely audible to your already overcharged system, but despite your nervousness, you remain as incredibly aroused as ever. Looking down quickly, you can see both of your nipples protruding through the thin silk material and feel the moistness of your pussy creeping down your thighs.

You awaken from your sexually charged time out as I pull my hand from yours. My words work their way through the fog as you hear me mention "touch," to the class. My fingers, barely touching the silk covering your arms, cause you to jump slightly. Moving my fingers up your arm and over your shoulder I gently touch the flesh on the back of your neck before gliding them down your spine. Your back arches and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end as a chill runs up your body. You squeeze your thighs together as your nipples get so hard, they ache. I move behind you and slowly bring both my hands to your forearms. With my fingers barely touching the soft silk material, I trace my fingers up your arms. Chills run up your body again as your hands clench tightly. I turn my hands over so that only the tips of the backs of my fingers make contact with the robe. Stepping closer to you, my fingers move over your shoulders, the feeling of my breath on your neck sends your mind into overdrive. The backs of my fingers move down the sides of your breasts and back up as you feel my breath on your ear.

"Are you ready to cum yet, my Vixen?" I whisper in your ear. You blush at me calling you 'my Vixen' and nod yes. "Here's how the lecture needs to go today," I inform you as my fingertips begin to move over your breasts, "I need you to hold out as long as possible before you play with yourself." The look of shock in your eyes is visible even to me. 

"That's right, I'm going to show these students how to tease a woman to no end," I continue, "but I'm only doing teasing, if you want to cum you'll have to take care of that yourself." The fingers from both hands then slowly bump over your nipples as you press your body into mine. 

"I'll make it up to you afterwards." I whisper. Once again you hear my words as I explain to the class about the sensitivity of a woman's breast and nipples. My fingers move gently around the side and under each breast, their feeling against the silk has you more comfortable with the idea of rubbing yourself in front of a crowd. 

Suddenly you feel my mouth on your neck. My tongue darts up and down your neck and I suck on it as my hands move over your breasts, my fingers moving over your hard nipples one at a time. A deep moan escapes your open mouth as my fingers ring circles around your nipples. I move my mouth towards the back of your neck as your hands clench my legs and you grind your backside into my body. Continuing to suck on your neck, my hands move back under your breasts lifting them slightly as you feel my index fingers and thumbs move closer together, gradually coming to each side of your nipples. Squeezing them gently through the silk material, you moan even louder. As I tug your nipples while kissing and sucking your neck, you feel the much needed orgasm building.

Your hands pull my body closer as you grind your ass into my crotch. I continue to twist and tug your nipples, using my arms to hold you close to my body. With a loud moan you cum, your body shaking and arching against mine. My hands release your breasts as I wrap my arms around you, pulling you tight, as much to share in the connection of the moment as to keep you from falling. As your orgasm subsides, I help you over to the chair on the other side of the lectern and hand you a glass of ice water. My lecture continues as you enjoy the aftershocks from your orgasm. 

My lecture continues, the words once again a mere distant sound as your body tingles. My hands move to your robe and untie the knot, the sash falls to the side, but I keep the robe in place. Looking down at the robe, you begin to realize how close you are to being naked in front of these 12 strangers. Not only that, but being teased to the point where you will need and want to masturbate. The thought scares and thrills you at the same time, and as you can hear the fear in your mind, you can also feel the wetness between your legs grow at the thought. 

You look up and see me standing next to you with a large feather in my hand. Taking the tip of the feather, I begin to run it up the exposed flesh of your body, up and down your arms and legs, sending chills as I go. Moving up, I begin to move the feather over your silk covered breasts. Your reaction is immediate, your legs begin to rub together and you moan slightly at the touch as you grasp the arms of the chair tightly. You feel the feather running down the flesh between your breasts as your robe slowly opens. The soft feather running down your abdomen and over your closely shaved mound quickens your breathing. I run the feather back up your right side to your right breast using it to move the robe aside as I do. The cool air on your breast coupled with the delicate feather over your nipple makes your pussy twinge. Moving it across your chest, I expose your other breast as well. Using the feather's edge I move it quickly back and forth across your hard nipple, causing you to moan louder. Running the feather back down your body, I use it to tickle the inside of your thighs until you spread them. 

Taking the tip of the feather I run it around your clit, with each pass closer and closer to your button, you moan and move, trying to get direct contact. Suddenly you feel my hand on your left breast. Taking your nipple between my finger and thumb, I squeeze it slightly and begin to roll it. Your hands clench the chair harder, trying to keep them from replacing the feather currently teasing your clit. The hope of that happening goes away as you watch my mouth move towards your breast. My tongue begins to flick your still squeezed nipple as the feather moves faster around your clit. 

You want to ask me, no, to beg me to suck your breasts to send you over the edge but you know it won't happen. Before you can stop it from doing it, your right hand shoots between your legs. I remove the feather and continue to slowly roll your nipple as your hand feverishly rubs your clit. You pull your feet up and spread your knees apart, opening yourself and, without caring, showing yourself to the entire class. Your left hand moves to your other breast and you begin to tug and roll that nipple as well. In a moment, your hips are swaying back and forth quickly. Your back arches and you moan loudly as you cover your hand with your juice. Rubbing slower, you let your legs back down and begin to regain your composure. Finally you pull your hand away from your clit and look up at the room of people transfixed on your body. You blush hard as you realize these strangers just witnessed your self induced orgasm. Looking closer you see the men in the class shifting in their seats, obviously trying to make some room for their hard-ons as the women in the class look flush and are also shifting in their own seats. You smile to yourself, knowing you were the one who made all of them horny.

As you catch your breath, you hear my voice again. This time you try to pay closer attention to what is being said so you won't be caught off guard by my next tease. Then you realize that knowing what will happen will not necessarily make it easier. Feeling me move around to the top of your head, you try to relax as you know what is coming. Ice cubes and warm oil. You watch as I slowly lower the ice cube to your waiting lips. After tracing over your lips with the ice cube, I slowly move it over your chin and down your throat. Your body tenses as it moves past your collar bone and between your breasts. The ice cube moves further across your warm flesh down and around your belly button. The cold water pools in your belly button and trickles off the side of your body. Slowly the ice cube moves back up the right side of your body and moves across the underside of your right breast. 

Your hands grab the chair's arms tighter as you wait in anticipation of the ice cube hitting your nipples. Under one breast and then the other, following the line your bra made earlier today, then over the top and back across. The anticipation is beginning to make you squirm as you feel your pussy start to flow again. Sensing your body's reaction to the teasing, I begin to rub circles around your breast with the ice cube. Then I start on your other breast with a second ice cube, as it touches your flesh you let out a loud moan and rub your legs together. You are determined to hold out as long as possible but you know you can only last so long. Taking the flat edge of the ice cube, I flick them both across your hard nipples as I would my tongue. Your nipples move as the ice passes over them and then spring back into place. Squeezing your thighs together doesn't stop the twinge in your pussy as you grow even wetter. 

Pulling the ice cubes away, I coat my fingers with warm oil and begin to rub them against your cold nipples. My oil coated fingers feel like a pair of tongues on your breasts, I circle and rub your nipples with two fingers as I squeeze and move your breasts with my hand. The feeling is amazing and you wonder if your pussy will burst if you don't touch it soon. Determined to hold out, your knuckles turn white against the arms of the chair. Picking your head up, you see that two of the women are openly rubbing themselves through their shorts while several of the men are leaning back, rubbing their jean covered cocks. 

As you lean up, you watch me slide one of the ice cubes down your body. You can't decide whether to open your legs or try to keep them pressed tightly together. As the ice cube nears your pussy, your legs slowly, almost involuntarily, start to move apart. Looking down, I can see your swollen clit and I touch it gently with the ice cube. You jump at the cold ice touching your hot clit. I gently hold the ice cube above your clit so that your movements cause your clit to touch it. The more you squirm, the more your clit touches the ice. It takes a couple of moments, but before long you are squirming considerably and moaning loudly as the ice is almost in constant contact with your clit. Your hips start to move up and down as you rub your clit with the ice cube directly; your rhythm gets quicker and quicker as you moan louder and louder. Finally unable to take it, your hand moves between your legs again as you begin to rub your clit quickly. It doesn't take long for you to coat your fingers with another massive orgasm. Your body collapses against the back of the chair as you gaze over the class again. You feel less self conscious as you see two of the other women have lifted their own skirts and are vigorously rubbing their pussies while several others are touching themselves as well.

You semi drift off as I continue to the final part of the lecture, not caring what will come next. Several minutes later you look up to see me holding your favorite dildo nicknamed the moose in my left hand. You look at me nervously as I give you a quick wink. Moving my hand down, I position the moose between your legs, less than an inch from your pussy. You lean back and spread your legs a little further apart. I press the head of the moose against your pussy and you feel it spread you open just slightly. Just before it pushes inside you, the head slips up your pussy and I rub the length of the shaft up and down your clit until the head is again just pressing between your pussy lips. You move your hips slightly trying to get the moose inside, but again the head slips out from between your pussy lips and the head and shaft run up and down your clit. 

You moan, half in enjoyment and half in frustration, as you know I am doing this on purpose but you are determined to hold out as long as possible. Again I tease your pussy and run the length of the shaft up and down your clit as I explain to the class how once a woman is aroused it is easier to arouse her again. Once more, the tip presses into your pussy lips and stays there for a moment before running up and down your clit. Another loud moan escapes you as your hands clutch the chair. You look sternly at me, shooting daggers with your eyes, knowing that I am in control of your body. I hold the tip of the moose between your pussy lips again causing you to squirm even more, trying to get him inside you. Just as the tip is about to press its way inside, it slides up and over your clit again. You groan in frustration and clench the chair with your hands. Instead of running the tip back down and pressing it into your opening again, I continue to run the length of the shaft up and down your clit. Your squirming and moaning grows as does your frustration at my constant teasing. 

You whisper my name pleading with me to use the moose on your pussy. I continue to run it up and down your clit and then move a finger down to circle your backside. Your back arches as the new sensation drives your desire even further. Finally you say, "Oh MY GOD!" loudly and grab the moose from my hand.

In one quick movement, the moose is buried deep inside your pussy and your body quakes as you immediately orgasm. Moving your left hand down, you begin to rub your clit quickly while sliding the moose in and out of your pussy hard and fast. Your moans grow louder and louder as you hips buck wildly against the purple shaft. We watch as your entire body arches, your mouth and eyes are wide open, and a loud moan that must have started at your toes comes out of your mouth. The orgasm takes over your body leaving you shaking and shivering. I cover you with a fleece blanket as you collapse back on the chair. Finishing up my lecture, the class watches as you have several deep aftershocks. 

Sitting back up in the chair, you sip ice water as the students file past you out of the room. You giggle slightly as the women who had been so openly rubbing themselves blush or hurry by you, now embarrassed at their actions. 'What do they have to be embarrassed about?' you think to yourself. As the last student leaves, I help you out of the chair and we walk back to the changing room. 

"Did you enjoy the lecture?" I ask.

"What do you think silly?" you answer. "There was only one thing missing."

"Oh really? What's that?" As I ask the question you pull your body to mine and kiss me deeply. With one hand pulling my mouth to yours, the other hand moves down and opens my pants. Reaching in, you grasp my rock hard cock and begin to squeeze and stroke it.

"I haven't had you inside me," you say between kisses, "and if it doesn't happen soon I may explode!" Turning me slightly, you push me back on the chair in the center of the room, pulling my pants down as you do. 

With my cock still in your hand, you quickly straddle my lap and slide it inside you, moaning deeply as it presses inside and fills your wet pussy. Pressing the backs of your thighs into mine, you make small circles with your hips and grind your pussy into my cock. I feel your fingers gripping my shoulders tightly, even through my shirt, and watch as another big orgasm approaches. Reaching up, I squeeze and tug at your slightly sore nipples, causing you to moan louder. I lean back so that every inch of my cock can press inside you and am rewarded by your pussy exploding against my flesh. We kiss deeply as your orgasm soaks us both. 

I grab onto your hips and begin to move you up and down on my cock. The long deep thrusts of my cock keep you on edge as another orgasm approaches. You can feel my cock swell inside you and again grind your body into mine. Finally, my cock explodes, filling your pussy with my cum as you orgasm again, our bodies pulsating against each other. With both of us completely drained, you collapse against me, resting your head on my shoulder as my softening cock slips out of your tingling pussy. 



Sex Ed



All the boys and most of the girls were eager for today's Sex Ed Class.

"Today class. We're going to have a demonstration on sex. I will need two volunteers for this experiment," Miss Rice exclaimed to her class.

Every boy in the class through their hands up, while most of the girls was uncertain about this demonstration.

"ME, MISS RICE!" shouted Peter Shuman.

"Ok Peter. Now I need a girl?" Miss Rice said.

The girls, who had their hands up, quickly dropped them.

"Come on now ladies. You were to do it and now you don't want to?" Miss Rice commented.

Peter Shuman wasn't very attractive except to his own unattractive kind. He stood at 6'2, 220, shoulder-length dirty blond hair, and a thick beard the same color.

"Courtney Mathers! I saw your hand raised," Miss Rice shouted.

"It was but..." Courtney said before Miss Rice cut her off.

"But nothing. This is for a grade. Now get up here and help the class learn about the pleasures of having sex," Miss Rice said with a smile.

Courtney Mathers was the typical cheerleader blond. She had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess. Despite having 38DDD's jutting from her slim body, Courtney still manages to cheerlead with all her friends. Her overly large chest didn't embarrass her. She has used them to her advantage a few times. She was quite proud of her breasts and loved showing them off in low-cut shirts, tube tops, tank tops with no bras, and tight shirts with her nipples hard as rocks.

Today Courtney was wearing a pink tube top and strapless bra. Her gargantuan knockers were still spilling over the tops. She wore a pink mini-skirt and pink sandals, which showed off her pretty feet and pink-painted toenails.

Peter was in for a real treat. He didn't have much experience with girls. Especially one of the statue of Courtney Mathers.

"I presume, Courtney, that you have some experience with sex?" asked Miss Rice.

"Why do I have to be the one with experience?" Courtney questioned.

"Because you look like a slut now. Just answer the goddamn question," Miss Rice said.

"Yes ma'am. I've had a few sexual experiments...BUT! I've never had intercourse," Courtney answered.

"What about me Miss Rice?" Peter asked.

"Peter! I think you're not as experience as Courtney, but I could be wrong once the class and I see what you got," Miss Rice said. "Ok class! We're going to start with some kissing. Begin students."

Peter had his mustached-covered lips puckered up for a kiss. Courtney had a disgusted look on her face, but realized that if she didn't do it, she could fail Sex Ed and not graduate with her class. Courtney puckered up her lips and kissed Peter lightly. 

Peter responded by grabbing Courtney's head and giving her a long, passionate kiss. Courtney wanted to remove her face from Peter but realized that Peter's tongue in her mouth was making her very hot. Courtney returned the French kiss and the two licked and sucked away at each other's tongues.

Some students were getting into the make-out session. Others turned their heads because the most popular girl in school is making-out with the grungiest guy in school.

"That's it Peter and Courtney. You guys do have some experience. Now Peter, move your hands to Courtney's chest and squeeze those large melons," Miss Rice instructed.

Peter had already beaten Miss Rice too it. He squeezed and fondled Courtney's massive breasts roughly through her tight tube top and strapless bra. Courtney had her hands all over the large man's back. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Peter was one hairy student. Dark hair completely covered his udder and middle back. His chest was covered in dark patches of hair as well. His biceps sagged like he had A-cup tits.

"Perhaps we should have left Peter's shirt on," Miss Rice said.

Peter grabbed the bottom of Courtney's tube top and pulled it up over her head. Every guy in the class had their eyes glued to Courtney's wobbling jugs, as they jiggled wildly in her huge bra cups.

"Good God Ol Mighty Courtney! Those have to be some of the largest breasts I've ever seen on an 18-year-old," Miss Rice commented.

"MISS RICE!!! Please let me fuck Courtney instead," shouted one of the dick-hard students.

"Settle down young man and just watch the show," Miss Rice said. "If you feel the need to jerk off and play with yourself in any manner, please feel free to do so."

A lot of the guys rubbed away at their crotches, as their cocks harden at the sight of Courtney Mathers in her bra. Every guy in school has been waiting and wanted to see her big tits.

"Ok Peter. Why don't you show some of the gentlemen in the class, how to suck a pair of big boobs?" Miss Rice suggested.

Peter licked and sucked away at the top of Courtney's chest. He traced his tongue over the tops of each jiggling tit, still encased in the massive brassiere. Courtney moaned with pleasure, as Peter tasted her skin. 

Peter moved his hands behind Courtney and started unfastening all four of her bra straps. Once the straps were undone, Courtney dropped her arms to her side and let her bra fall from her chest. Her beautiful 38DDD's swayed and jiggled with her breathing. Peter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of Courtney's bare breasts. Her tits jutted from her chest like twin mountain peaks. Her tits had a golden tan to them and they were capped off with saucer sized pink areolas and toppled with gum-dropped size dark pink nipples. 

"Oh my God! Those are so fucking beautiful. They look heavy and soft at the same time," moaned Miss Rice.

Miss Rice left her desk and picked up Courtney's large bra.

"38DDD's!" Miss Rice read in amazement. "I know Peter is going to have some fun with those."

All the guys in the class couldn't believe the sheer size of Courtney's jugs. It was harder to believe that Peter would be the one to have his way with them. And that's exactly what Peter did.

Peter's hands bounced and squeezed Courtney's tit flesh. He grounded her mammoth knockers like bread dough. The soft tit flesh soaked through his fingers. His thumbs rubbed up against Courtney's bullet hard nipples. Courtney moaned in delight at Peter's tit play. 

"Ohhhhh Peter. That feels so good," moaned Courtney.

Peter couldn't believe how fluffy and heavy Courtney's monstrous titties were. He buried his head between her tits and kissed, sucked, and licked in between them. His large hands still aren't large enough to hold every inch of Courtney massive fluffy jugs, as he wrapped them around each big boob and squeezed them around his hairy head. Peter loved the soft texture of her breast flesh, squished and rubbed against his face. 

"Oh my God class! Peter lost his head;" Miss Rice joked, as Courtney's giant breasts completely engulfed Peter's head. 

After a few minutes of lubing her cleavage up with his saliva, Peter removed his head and sucked up a huge amount of Courtney's left tit. He held the left tit with both hands with his face squished against it, as he sucked and feasted upon it like a starving newborn. He released the massive tit from his mouth and swirled his tongue around her hard nipples and smooth areola. He used the tip of his tongue to flicker at her nipple. He then used the body of his tongue to press the nipple into her areola and dragged his tongue against both of them.

Courtney's panties were completely soaked, as Peter sucked and fondled just one breast. Half of the female students felt their pussies become moist from watching Peter suck on Courtney's tits.

Peter switched tits and started sucking on her right one the same way. After he finished giving that tit oral pleasure, he tried his best to hold both gigantic tits up and lashed his tongue out on both of them. He tasted his own saliva that covered her tits. Peter squeezed and continued to suck hard on Courtney's titanic fun bags.

Courtney felt her first orgasm and creamed in her thong. Peter continued his tit assault by biting, chewing, and nibbling her wet nipples.

The guys in the class pulled out their hard cocks and began jerking off to the tit pleasure. The girls had their legs spread out and rubbed at their clitorises. Courtney was doing the same thing, as Peter licked and sucked underneath her massive mounds, before dropping them and watching them slap and flop into one another.

"Oh my God! Peter sure do love him some titties," Miss Rice commented, as she pulled her large pink dildo out from her pussy. Miss Rice wanted to cum but she wanted to see more of Peter and Courtney...

Courtney's giant wet tits memorized Peter, as they swayed back and forth from his release.

"I bet every guy in this class envies you Peter," said Miss Rice. "Now Courtney, why don't you return the favor and suck on him for a while."

Peter sat up on the teacher's desk and Courtney stood in from of him, as she undid his belt straps and unzipped his jeans. Peter kicked off his dirty mountain boots and the stink of his sock-covered feet, could be smelt throughout the room.

"Gross Peter!" shouted a few girls.

The guys didn't mind the smell. The sides of Courtney's breasts memorized them, as they bobbed up and down with her movements. Peter's jeans and boxers were around his ankles. His 7-inch thick dick throbbed for Courtney's attention. 

Courtney took the pulsing meat in her hands and began jerking it. Peter sat back on the desk and relaxed his body, as Courtney jerked and pulled on his member. She massaged his cockhead with her fingers and then ducked her head forward and scooped up his entire dick between her lips.

Peter's eyes rolled into the back of his head, as the warmth of Courtney's mouth surrounded his dick.

"Hmmm Courtney! You sure do know how too deep-throat a dick," commented Miss Rice.

Courtney thrusted her round ass up in the air for all the boys to see, as she sucked on Peter's dick. Courtney bobbed her head up and down in Peter's bushy patch of pubes. Her lips reached the base of Peter's cock, as she sucked harder and harder. She rubbed her chin up and down on Peter's heavy balls.

"Oh fuck! Oh Jesus!" moaned one male student, as he started cumming from Courtney's blowjob.

Courtney grabbed Peter's legs and rested them on her shoulders, as she sucked and slurped his meaty member. Her saliva poured down Peter's balls and thighs. Courtney released his cock and when to work on his balls. She traced her tongue around each heavy nut sack. Then she sucked one testicle and then the other into her mouth. She released each testicle with a popping sound. 

Peter's crotch had a musty stink to it but Courtney didn't mind, as she resumed sucking his wet dick.

"I'm cumming!" moaned Peter.

Courtney bobbed her head faster and faster, as a gush of creamy thick cum, flowed down her throat. Some of Peter's cum leaked out from the sides of Courtney's juicy lips, but she managed to swallow his entire load.

"Oh Peter! Please tell me that wasn't the end of the experiment?" Miss Rice questioned.

"Maybe if he ate her pussy, he would rise again," mentioned one female student, as her legs were completely spread under her desk and a man student was eating her out.

"Excellent idea!" gasped Miss Rice. "Reserve roles now children."

Peter leaped off the desk and kicked his jeans and boxers off his feet. Courtney kicked off her sandals and pulled her mini-skirt off her waist and over her pretty feet. Her pink thong was soak in the middle and Peter immediately started kissing and licking her creamy thighs. He could taste her cum from earlier.

Peter kissed down Courtney's legs until he kissed down to her feet. He took both of her feet and pressed them together. He used his large tongue and began licking the wrinkle soles of her feet up and down.

"Ewww Miss Rice! Peter is sucking Courtney's feet," one female student complained.

Peter sucked on the heels of Courtney's soft feet. Then he moved his tongue between each toe and then began to suck on each toe. Peter sucked both of Courtney's big toes into his mouth and gave them mini-blowjobs.

"Ohhhhh Peter! I've never had another suck my feet before. Hmmmm! Feels so good!" moaned Courtney.

Peter alternated between sucking Courtney's toes and licking her soles. After five minutes, Courtney's feet were glistening in Peter's saliva. Peter's cock had grown hard from sucking her feet, but he still wanted to taste her pussy.

Peter pulled down Courtney's thong and revealed her bald juicy cunt. He tossed her thong over to some male students. They began to fight over who owned her thong.

"Settle down class or you won't be watching this performance anymore," Miss Rice demanded. "Continue on Peter and give Courtney's pussy a real good sucking."

Peter was already ahead of Miss Rice and sucked on Courtney's pussy. His tongue swirled up each of Courtney's moist pussy walls, while he sucked on her whole pussy with his lips.

"Ahhhhh! Eat me you bastard. Oh Fuck yes!" cried Courtney, as she wrapped her legs around Peter's head and arched her back.

Peter's beard tickled Courtney's thighs, as they rubbed up against the sides of his face. Peter had never tasted such a juicy pussy before. Today's experience was like a dream come true for Peter. Courtney was the hottest girl in the whole school district and here he is, having his way with her delicious body.

"Miss Rice? Can we get a closer look at what Peter is doing?" asked one of the horny male students.

"Sure gang. Move on up and see Peter eating Courtney's pussy," Miss Rice agreed.

All the male students and a few female students, moved up all around the desk. The male students had their cocks out and started jerking at the sight of Courtney, as she lied naked on Miss Rice's desk and her gigantic breasts spread out across her chest and trembled to Peter's intense pussy sucking.

The girls were amazed at Peter's tongue maneuvering. He wiggled his tongue deep in the core of Courtney's pussy, as her pussy became wetter and wetter. Peter's beard was drenched in Courtney's juices, as he wrapped his arms around her shivering thighs and prepared himself for her orgasm.

"OOHHHHHH! OH,OH,OH SHIT!" cried Courtney, as she came all over Peter's face.

"Holy Shit!" one of the male students's spoke, as he watched Peter lap up every drop of Courtney's sweet cum. He and a few other male students began to unload there cum, as Peter finished eating Courtney's cunt.

Peter stood up from between an exhausted Courtney's legs and licked his lips, as her cum dripped down his face. He stuck his middle finger up Courtney's pussy and started fingering her furiously. Courtney's body trembled and she started breathing heavy again.

"Ohhhhh Peter! Hmmmmm! Fuck me hard Peter!" cried Courtney.

Peter finger fucked Courtney hard and fast. His other hand grabbed onto one of her mammoth tits and squeezed it. His thumbed ran over her large, hard nipple, as he plunged and wiggled his finger deeper and harder inside her creamy pussy. 

"Fuck that pussy Peter!" exclaimed Miss Rice, as her own fingers drilled in and out of her hairy snatch.

Peter dislodged his finger from Courtney's cunt and started spanking her thighs with his hard cock. He then rubbed his thick shaft up and down Courtney's pussy.

All the students watched as Peter slowly inserted his meat between Courtney's pussy folds. Her pussy juices squirted onto Peter's hairy pubes, as he shoved his cock all the way up her pussy. Courtney's legs were on Peter's hairy shoulders, as he began fucking her. His balls rubbed up against the desk and Courtney's pussy, as he pounded away.

The Sex Ed class watched in awe as Peter fucked the most popular girl in school. All the guys had their eyes glued to Courtney's flopping breasts, as they leaped up and down her chest and at Peter.

Peter took the invite and cupped both of her big boobs and held onto them for dear life, as he drilled her drenched cunt harder and faster.

"Ohhh Peter! That's a good way to fuck her. But turn her sideways and fuck her," suggested Miss Rice, as she had her own large tits hanging out of her dress and pinched he nipples.

Peter turned Courtney on her side and had one of her legs resting on his shoulders, while the other leg hung over Miss Rice's desk. Courtney's huge tits laid on top of each other as her body trembled and shook from the pounding Peter was giving her.

Peter licked his thumb and started rubbing Courtney's clitoris. Courtney trashed her head and body around. Her moans and cries could be heard throughout the school. Lucky for the Sex Ed class, it was an after school program.

After five minutes of fucking Courtney in that position, Courtney climbed up on Miss Rice's desk on all fours, with her sweaty and red face, facing the class and her humongous sweat-glistening knockers hanging over the teacher's desk.

Peter climbed up behind Courtney and lodged his cock back into her pussy. Peter wrapped his arms around Courtney's stomach and he could feel her enormous breasts beating against his arms, as they flopped forward from his thrusting.

"OH SHIT!" moaned one male student, as he came from watching Courtney's big titties flop and sway wildly underneath her.

One of the female students started cumming, as she dislodged her fingers from her cunt.

Peter grabbed both of Courtney's swinging jugs, as he fucked her hard doggy-style. Her juicy ass banged back and forth against his hairy crotch. Peter grabbed Courtney's head and started kissing her passionately. He moved his other hand to Courtney's wet pussy and started fingering her, as his cock thrusted faster in her pussy hole.

"Now that's how you fuck class. That's how you fuck," Miss Rice repeatedly said.

"Miss Rice! What about protection? I mean, we don't want Courtney getting pregnant, do we?" one of the female students asked.

"No we don't class," Miss Rice said.

Miss Rice reached into one of her drawers and pulled out a condom.

"Change position Peter and use this condom to finish her off," Miss Rice recommended.

Peter pulled his dick from Courtney's cunt, as she started cumming. The cum poured down her thighs and legs, and spilled onto Miss Rice's desk top, which now smelt and soiled in Peter and Courtney's juices.

Peter lied down on the soiled desk and Courtney lied down on top of Peter in a 69 position. Courtney engulfed Peter's juicy wet cock and could taste her own cum, as she sucked and slurped his manhood. Her huge tits squished against Peter's hairy stomach and thighs, as Peter was eating her pussy out again.

They ate and sucked each other for a few minutes before Courtney took the condom and wrapped it around Peter's swollen cock. Courtney lowered herself onto Peter's dick and started riding him. 

"Oh fuck Courtney! Oh yes! You're pussy! You're huge tits! That ass! Oh fuck!" moaned Peter, as he squeezed Courtney's bouncing ass cheeks, as she rode his cock.

Her giant wet titties slid up and down Peter's chest, as she pounced herself down hard and fast on his dick. Peter cupped her tits and started sucking on them. He chewed and nibbled her big nipples, before sucking on them.

"Oh yeah! Suck my tits. Suck them baby! They're all yours!" moaned Courtney, as she locked her bare sweaty feet under Peter's hairy thighs and rode his cock harder and faster.

Peter lifted his ass up off the desk and thrust his cock furiously into Courtney. Both Courtney and Peter became overwhelmed by massive orgasms. They're breathing got heavier and their moans louder. Sweat dripped off both of their exhausted bodies and they cried as soon as they reach their final climax. Peter came inside the rubber condom, while Courtney came over it.

Courtney rested her weaken body on top of Peter's.

"OHHHHH CLASS!" cried out Miss Rice, as she came.

Half of the class started cumming too.

"Oh class! Class dismissed," Miss Rice announced, as she caught her breath and send her class on their way. 



Sex Ed



My husband and I had quite an open marriage. We were both fairly sexually adventurous and this was reflected in how we both considered it to be ok for us to be going out and sleeping around provided we were completely honest about it and came home and told the other one all about it. In fact, after a while, we found that this recounting of our bedroom exploits with other people became such a turn on in itself that it fuelled even hotter sex between us. We also liked to spice things up by inviting other people into the bedroom with us for threesomes. These were, however, always women. Now, I've always had my slight lesbian tendencies, indeed I've often been of the opinion that the female body is a thing of far greater beauty than the male, many of my own sexual adventures had been with other women, so it wasn't like I didn't enjoy the pleasures of sharing my husband with a hot girl. But still it frustrated me that we could never get another guy involved, my husband was so insecure about his sexuality. This, of course, just made me fantasise even more at the thought of him sucking on a big, fat cock or being taken from behind. I knew that he would love it, every time I told him the stories of the nights I'd spent with other men, how I enjoyed sucking them off, when I described the feel of their cock's sliding inside me, he got such a hardon, I could tell he wanted it. Naturally, when I brought this up, he got even more defensive and masculine and no way would he agree to my suggestion to bring another man into the bedroom. So, I had to content myself with girls.

One night, when my husband was out of town, I went out to a bar where I knew a lot of loose, slutty, often bisexual or just curious women hung out. I sat at the bar and bought myself a drink and turned to check out the talent. One woman in particular caught my eye. There was something about her that looked familiar but I just couldn't place at all where I knew her from. Unlike some of the other women here, who were flaunting there wares, she appeared a little shy and awkward, but this didn't make her any less sexy. In fact, her nervousness seemed to attract a lot of attention from around the bar from both guys and girls. She was tall and skinny with small, round breasts. She had long sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes concealed behind thick black rimmed glasses, her features were soft and feminine and she wore little make up but some pink lip-gloss. She was dressed in a tight red strapless dress with a short skirt that showed off her bare legs and strappy heeled sandals.

There was something about her that was very familiar, maybe she'd been here before but she looked to have the nerves of someone who doesn't come out to bars alone that often and so I decided to go over to talk to her, to save her from all the men that might seek to prey on a sexy, vulnerable looking girl, and maybe to prey on her myself just a little. It was always the shy looking ones who were won over by a strong woman and turned into real dirty bitches when you got them into bed. Besides, there was that something about her, I was determined to remember what she reminded me of or where I might have seen her before.

"Hi, I haven't seen you in here before?" I said sliding into the stool next to her at the bar.

"No, I'm new," she said quietly in a little girl voice, although she looked at me gratefully with a little smile for keeping off the guys, she was obviously still very nervous.

"Well, a place like this is no place for a nice girl like you to be alone," I said, putting my hand on her arm in a reassuring way, "Let me buy you a drink. What's your name, honey?"

"Er...Cindy," she said after a little pause as if the situation was so new to her that she'd temporarily forgotten even her own name.

I bought her a glass of white wine and we took a booth in the corner, with a little drink inside her she seemed to relax a little and to open up but she was only ever really vague when I asked her questions about herself. Still, we seemed to be getting on fine even though there were a fair few long pauses in the conversation as I stared at her and tried to work out where I knew her from, it was the glasses and her eyes, they were definitely familiar, bright blue eyes behind thick dark frames. Meanwhile, I could clearly see in these pauses, her own eyes running all over me. At first, I wondered whether she might know me from somewhere.

"I'm sorry, have we met before, Cindy?" I asked and she blushed and looked down at her feet for a second.

"I don't think so," she mumbled.

"I was sure you looked familiar."

"Like I said, I'm new," 

She looked up at me and now I felt sure that she was checking me out, maybe not out of recognition, maybe she was thinking about me the same as I was about her, mentally undressing me, wondering what it would be like to taste my pussy, which was, frankly, getting quite wet at the thought. I wondered whether Cindy had ever been with another woman before. Frankly, given how nervous she seemed, I wondered if Cindy had ever had sex with anyone before. Well, tonight could be her lucky night. I slid across the seat until we were side by side and put my hand on her knee and began to caress her bare thigh, exposed by the shortness of the skirt of her mini-dress. I looked into her eyes and smiled as they lit up with a not unpleasant kind of surprise, she was enjoying this. I looked into those sparkling blue eyes and suddenly it struck me.

"Oh God," I gasped, "That's where I know you from."

As soon as I said that, her pale features blushed bright red, she slid away from my hand on her thigh and, with a look of fear in those pretty blue eyes, was about to run from the bar. I grabbed her by the arm and tried to force her back to sitting next to me while at the same time being as gentle as possible, I didn't want to cause a scene. I got her to sit back next to me.

"It's ok, I won't tell anyone," I said trying to reassure her and it seemed to calm her down a little.

What I had remembered in that instant, looking into her eyes was just where I'd seen those glasses before, Cindy was my son's maths teacher. Now, you'd think as an attentive parent, and I'd like to think that I am one, I would have recognised my son's teacher sooner, only, the thing is, my son's maths teacher is a guy, Mr. Lawrence. I remembered meeting him at my son's parent teacher night, he was very young, this was probably his first teaching job, fresh faced and boyish, he looked almost too young to be a teacher. His slight frame made him easily intimidated and he was very nervous around me and my husband. The school was a posh private school and the parents could be quite pushy so he struggled to tell us that our son, although a smart eighteen year old kid with a bright future was a bit of a troublemaker and Mr. Lawrence was having trouble controlling him. I guessed he was well aware that that could get much worse if people knew he lived a double life, crossdressing as Cindy. If I told everyone what I saw tonight then he'd be humiliated at school, that is if the pushy parents even allowed him to stay in a job around their precious children. Fortunately for Mr. Lawrence/Cindy, this wasn't at all what I planned to do.

"Don't worry," I said, sidling around next to him/her once again and leaning close so I was practically whispering in her ear, "This can be our little secret. I'm not about to judge. Actually it kind of turns me on."

I could hear her gasp at this last thing as I tickled her ear with my tongue and ran my hand around across her chest and down to her crotch where I stroked across what was obviously some stirring arousal in "her" cock. I leaned further over and began to kiss her on her lips, she relaxed and let my tongue rub itself across her lips and invade her mouth as I rubbed my hands all over her tight body in its tiny little dress. She let out a little, very convincingly feminine moan as I pulled my lips back from hers, her back was arched and her eyes were closed. She was really into it.

I took her by the hand and we headed for the toilets. Inside the ladies, we found a cubicle. I pushed Cindy down onto the toilet and sat astride her legs, kissing all over her pretty face while he/she fumbled to untie my halter top, Mr. Lawrence obviously wasn't very familiar with women and so Cindy was struggling with it. I pulled out of the kiss and undid the straps, I wasn't wearing a bra beneath so my large round breasts spilled out into her face. She looked wide eyed with amazement and excitement.

"Is this your first time with a woman, Cindy?" I asked.

She just nodded, her mouth open, as I pushed one of my breasts into her pretty pink lips and had her suckle on my nipple. My now there was a severe ache of arousal between my legs and I could feel the white cotton panties I wore were soaking right through. This wasn't helped by feeling Cindy's cock, obviously hard and erect now pressing into me through her dress.

I pulled her dress up around her waist to reveal she was wearing a pair of tiny black lace panties, she had pretty good taste for someone not used to being a girl, they were stretched out and the head of her cock poked above the elastic waistband. I stood back and slid her little panties down around her sandal wearing ankles to expose her whole cock. It was by no means that big or thick but it was certainly enough for me. It was already really hard and throbbing and a couple of drops of shiny pre-cum hung on the end. I pulled my own panties aside, pushed up my short skirt and straddled her once more, lowering my warm, wet pussy onto Cindy's rock hard cock. I began to rock back and forth on her as she quivered with excitement and caressed my breasts. I loved the feeling of a hard cock filling me up, but what was even better was that it was doing it while I was making out with and caressing a beautiful girl, our soft bare legs rubbing against each other. I'd never done it with a shemale or a crossdresser before, but I could tell this wasn't going to be the last time.

I could tell that the stimulation of fucking her first woman while dressed like one was going to be too much for Cindy pretty soon. Her eyes were tight shut as she seemed intent on concentrating on holding back, but she didn't manage for long and soon her body was convulsing and she was filling me up with her hot, thick spunk.

I hadn't managed to cum yet and was still really hot and horny from having Cindy inside me, but her cock was now limply flopping out of my pussy. Oh well, I thought, there's always next time. But, Cindy wasn't going to leave me hanging. Like a true gentleman, even though he was dressed as a lady, he/she got to her knees on the toilet floor and buried her face in my crotch. Her cunt licking wasn't expert but it was certainly eager, although I expect that part of that joy for her was in eating out the cream pie she had left in there as much as going down on a woman. Still, with her tongue all over my pussy lips and clit it didn't take long before I leaned back on the cubicle door moaning and screaming with pleasure as my own orgasm shook through me.

"Fuck Cindy, that's amazing, you're a fucking natural," I cried, oblivious to anyone coming into the toilet who may hear us, "Yes, Yes, YES, FUCK YES"

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, we both put our panties back on and walked back into the bar for another drink. Certainly, a few of the other customers gave us some funny looks but this wasn't the first time I'd been eaten out by another girl in that cubicle. It was the first time, however, that I'd done it with a girl with a little something extra and, while Cindy's head and been between my legs, bringing me off to a hell of an orgasm with her oral attentions, I had had quite an idea about what this hot girl with the best of both worlds could do for me.

Over another drink, I learnt how David Lawrence had been dressing up as a girl since he was a teenager, always keeping it secret from his family and what few friends he'd had. He was shy around woman and sex and had never had a girlfriend, instead he'd buried himself in his studies and dressing as a girl at home and jerking off to his fantasies. Since starting work as a teacher at my son's school, his feminine wardrobe had expanded greatly and he had become pretty skilled at looking and acting like a girl. Tonight was the night that he had decided to throw caution to the wind and go out dressed as Cindy. He/she said that he didn't exactly feel like he was a girl but he knew that as Cindy he felt much sexier and more comfortable than as David and that he wanted to experiment with the possibilities being Cindy could bring him. He had always liked women, he was pretty sure of that, and so was I given how quickly I was able to bring him off in the toilet cubicle, and had always lusted after them even as he envied them their beautiful outfits. At the same time, a lot of his fantasies involved Cindy being taken by a hot, studly man, although he had never acted on these either, he was quite curious about it. I told him my plan for what I wanted from Cindy and he was happy to oblige after very little persuasion from me.

You may remember how I told you that my husband, Terry, objected to my desire for a threesome with another guy even as he encouraged me to bring home girls for one and even as I could tell how turned on he was by my tales of guys that fucked me. Needless to say, I thought gorgeous, sexy but hung Cindy could be just the one to bring my husband around to sucking cock. For once, I didn't give him all the juicy details of one of my sexual adventures. Instead I told him that I had a surprise for him, that I had met a very special girl in a bar and that I had invited her around to have a bit of fun with the two of us. I could tell that he was already pretty excited by the prospect.

A couple of days later, my son was staying over at a friend's house so we had the place all to ourselves. At a few minutes before we had agreed, Cindy rang the bell of our house and I let her in. My husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her, a hot blonde girl in her early twenties. Not only that, but Cindy was dressed up just to my specifications. I had seen Terry staring with ill disguised lust at some of our son's schoolfriends, girls that Cindy taught in her other incarnation as Mr. Lawrence, maths teacher, so I had asked Cindy to come dressed in the school's uniform for girls.

Cindy had really outdone herself with the outfit, a thin white blouse through which her red bra beneath was well visible and which would certainly not have been allowed in the school, unbuttoned to reveal the tiniest amount of the top of her lacy bra, and the school's red and blue tie hung loosely around her neck. Of course, she didn't have any breasts so appeared a little flat chested even in the padded bra, but I knew that Terry liked skinny girls like her above plumper, fuller figured, big breasted types like me. Her pleated skirt in a red and blue plaid design was so short it ended a couple of inches above the knee, again this was surely not allowed by her school rules. Her long, sexy legs were covered by white thigh high nylons which weren't quite a part of the real uniform but made her legs look totally gorgeous, on her feet were a pair of patent leather black pumps. She was still wearing her thick rimmed glasses with dark eyeshadow and scarlet lipstick. Her sandy blonde hair was tied in little pigtails. If she was a schoolgirl she looked more like the school slut than a good girl and yet her glasses, her eyes, her shy, nervous expression implied a certain uncorrupted innocence. When I had told Terry that Cindy was a virgin and had never been with a man he practically creamed his pants right there, a similar reaction to what was going on when he saw her now for the first time. Fortunately, he never paid enough attention at these parent-teacher events to be troubled by the same sense of recognition as I was.

Terry wasn't really one for small talk and frankly that was pretty good for Cindy given how confused she still was over her identity, so we quickly took things up to the bedroom. Terry stood a lot taller than Cindy and had to bend over to kiss her. As he pulled her face to his, I could see a note of fear in Cindy's eyes, this was going to be the first guy she kissed. Terry took complete control, pulling Cindy in and holding her body against his while they locked lips and wrestled tongues. Cindy let out a sigh, which I assumed to mean she enjoyed it, as she was released from my husband's embrace. I turned her round and began to kiss her myself, before directing her lips down my neck to bury her face in my cleavage. As she bent over her skirt rode up to give my husband a good view of her magnificent arse in lacy red panties.

As he watched what he thought to be two beautiful girls kiss, and then Cindy take off my shirt and begin to lick my tits and flick her tongue across my erect nipples, he stripped totally naked and began to jerk off his already semi hard cock.

"Save some for Cindy," I said shaking my head at him.

"Come here then Cindy, and taste a bit of this," he said waving his six inches of meat towards her.

"Here's your chance to fulfil some of those fantasies Cindy," I said, "Just imagine yourself as the cocksucking slutty schoolgirl, desperate to please her teacher."

Cindy grinned and got to her knees in front of my husband. She reached out slightly gingerly to hold his cock and began to stroke it. I knelt beside her and began to circle my tongue around the head of Terry's cock as it grew harder.

"Your turn Cindy," I said and she obliged, moving her lips to kiss my husband's meat.

Still running her hands over it, she began to lick it before opening her lips and letting it inside her mouth. I left her to it and sat back to watch. It was quite an arousing sight, watching this hot crossdresser sucking on her first cock, my husband's, while he, blissfully unaware of her little secret, urged her on.

"God, Cindy, you're quite the cocksucking schoolgirl whore," he groaned as she eagerly bobbed back and forth on his hard cock, "You certainly aren't gonna need any lessons in giving head."

It was impressive to see this formerly nervous little girl quickly transforming herself into an eager cocksucker, doing whatever she could with her lips and hands to stimulate my husband's cock and balls, a little arousing for me too, watching it. I shed my skirt so I was just dressed in some little black satin panties, which I slipped my hand inside and began to rub my cunt with two fingers while Cindy was bringing my husband to a climax in record quick time.

"Fuck Cindy, you're gonna make me cum. You'd better be ready for it," he groaned.

And with that, Cindy managed to give her first man an orgasm. My husband had her by her cute pigtails as he thrust the full length of her cock down her throat and shot his cum inside her. Pretty soon it was leaking out of the sides of her little pink mouth and he pulled out and stroked his cock, spurting more cum across her face, over her glasses, in her hair, onto her chest. As Cindy licked her lips clean and seemed to savour my husband's cum in a way I'd never quite seen in any of the other girls, my fingers moved faster and faster into my cunt until I was moaning and screaming and my body shook all over with the pleasure of my own orgasm.

Cindy and Terry had turned to watch me as I came with just the help of my hand and their sexy show. I grinned at them.

"Well, it looks like Cindy's the only one that's left out here. How would you like to give her the pleasure she gave you Terry?" I said, winking at Cindy.

I walked over and pushed my husband to his knees as Cindy stood up. Once more, I pulled her into a passionate kiss, her hands were all over my breasts and arse, meanwhile mine crept to pull up her skirt. I locked my fingers in the waistband of her pretty scarlet panties and pulled them down around her ankles. I turned her to face where my husband was kneeling and boy did he get an eyeful! With her skirt hanging around her waist, Cindy's cock stuck straight out of her crotch and straight towards my husband's face. It was already partly hard and aroused just from the pleasure of giving in to her slutty side and giving her first blowjob.




Sex Ed



"What the hell is this?" Terry said angrily, although he didn't move, his attention fixed on Cindy's throbbing, hard cock, "You had a guy suck me off? How sick are you?"

"Now, Terry, don't go saying that about the lovely Cindy, she's a gorgeous girl who did you quite a service, the least you could do is return the favour."

"Come on Terry," Cindy smiled down at him, talking in her little girl voice, "I'd love for you to be the one to get me off, don't you want me?"

"There's no point in denying it," I said, "You know you've always wanted to suck cock ever since I've been telling you how great it is. Now's your chance."

I was kneeling down next to him, and I practically forced his mouth open and Cindy pushed her cock between his lips. For a second he just stared, eyes wide open, not really comprehending the cock in his mouth. But then, rather than let it go and back off, he actually started to suck her off, bobbing his head back and forward, swirling his tongue around the shaft just as Cindy had done for him. I laughed as he was getting really into it, slobbering all over her rock hard meat as Cindy moaned in a feminine way at odds with her firm, manly cock and my husband used his hands to play with her hairless balls.

"Wow, Terry, I knew you wanted to be a cocksucker like Cindy, I just didn't know quite how good you'd be, or how eager!" I laughed as I knelt beside him where he knelt on all fours in front of her, his cock flopped around beneath him and was already becoming heavily aroused from giving the pretty crossdressing teacher/schoolgirl her first blowjob. I began to stroke off my husband in time with his cocksucking which just made him go down on Cindy even more eagerly.

Gradually, another idea struck me. My husband's bare arse waved invitingly back and forth as he bobbed up and down on our sexy guest's little but hard cock, he had it all the way inside him now, deep throating it in a way I'd never have imagined him up to. I was delighted at how well this was going and his bare arse invited me to take it further. I began to massage it with one hand as I wanked him with the other, before slowly inserting a finger up his arsehole.

"Oh God, honey," Terry groaned, letting Cindy's dick out of his mouth for a second, "I don't know what you're doing but it feels great," as I pushed a second finger in and wiggled them around, finger fucking his tight arse.

"Oh, don't stop, Terry," moaned Cindy, pushing her dick back towards him, "You're such a good cocksucker and I want to cum in your mouth just like you did for me. Would you like that? Come on Terry, make me cum for you."

"You know what he'd really like, Cindy," I smiled at her still pushing my fingers into my husband's arse, "is for you to put that pretty little cock of yours somewhere else. You know how great your cock feels in his mouth, think of what it would be like to deflower his arse."

"No honey, please," Terry begged, "I'm not gay, I don't want that."

I withdrew my fingers from inside him and his arse involuntarily rose back up to try and take them back in. I laughed.

"It looks like your body thinks different. Why don't you just admit it. You love cock. Right now, you want nothing more than to be fucked in the arse. Just say it and you can have this gorgeous schoolgirl take you in ways you wouldn't have thought possible."

He blushed, he was utterly humiliated but I could see from the size of his erection still totally turned on. I didn't think he was going to go through it but then he looked up at gorgeous Cindy in her white blouse and stockings, plaid skirt hanging around her waste, pretty face covered in his cum, and actually begged.

"You're right. I love cock. Please fuck me Cindy, be the one to take my cherry."

As you can imagine, Cindy didn't need any further encouragement, this was exceeding even her wildest fantasies. She quickly positioned herself behind my husband and pushed her hard cock deep up inside him. Her cock might not have been the biggest but it was certainly bigger than my fingers and my husband was clearly having trouble taking it in but it was obviously a sign of how much he wanted it that he bit his lip and relaxed until Cindy slid her full length up inside him before he screamed out. Cindy began to rock back and forth on her knees, slowly pulling out a little before pushing back in, gradually pulling out more and thrusting in harder. Not quick enough for my husband though.

"Oh fuck Cindy, you're amazing. Come on, fuck me. Harder, faster."

Soon he was riding back with his arse to meet her thrusts ever more and more eagerly and Cindy was fucking his virgin arse with a wild abandon I wouldn't have thought her capable of when I saw her the first time at the bar. And, what about me? Well, as you can imagine, the sight of my husband on his knees, impaled on the hard, firm cock of a crossdresser schoolgirl, being fucked doggystyle, begging for her to sodomise him was just getting me all hot and bothered, kinky bitch that I am. I stripped my panties off until I was totally naked too and sat down in front of my husband, spreading my legs in front of his face so he could lick my pussy as Cindy fucked his arse.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Cindy screamed as she thrust into my husband's arse.

She pulled out and pushed me out of the way as her orgasm welled up inside her, stroking her cock off, she shot her load in my husband's face. I couldn't believe how eager he was to catch her cum in his mouth but mostly it went all across his face. Never mind, me and Cindy soon found ourselves licking his face clean and sharing a wet, cum soaked three way kiss.

"Wow, Cindy, that was amazing," Terry admitted, "I never thought I could be stimulated like that."

"Can I try it?" Cindy said, shyly, reverting to her old self, "I've always fantasised about being fucked like a girl by a hot guy like you, Terry. Won't you be the one to take my cherry"

Terry's cock was still hard and ready to go and, as an answer, he pushed Cindy onto her back on our bed and lifted up her stocking covered legs, pulling them wide open and resting her patent leather shoes on his shoulders.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, Cindy," he said before driving his cock deep inside her and fucking her hard and fast just as he had begged her to do for him.

"Fuck, Cindy, you've got the tightest arse of any girl I've ever fucked," groaned Terry, "This is amazing."

"Oh God, yes, Terry," Cindy begged my husband, "Take me, fuck me, use me!"

Meanwhile, I sat myself astride Cindy's face and she began to eat out my cunt just as she had the first time we met, while my husband continued to violate her pretty little arse. While I was undoubtedly enjoying Cindy's cunt licking, I began to think I should be getting more out of this. I'd set this up and mostly Cindy and Terry had just been pleasuring each other, not that I was complaining about that, I'll never forget the sight of my husband sucking cock and begging to have his arse fucked, but I had only cum once and that was from the touch of my own hand, my groin was throbbing and wet, I was desperate to feel something more than Cindy's tongue inside me.

I got them both to stand up and then lay myself down on the bed, my legs spread wide to give enticing access to my dripping wet cunt. Cindy got between my legs and slid her hardness inside me, then my husband stood behind her and shoved his cock back up into her arse. Holding her by her breasts, or rather the padded bra where her breasts should be, Terry thrust hard into Cindy's arse, pushing her forward deeper into my awaiting pussy. It was amazing, like being fucked by the two of them at once, my beloved hubby and this hot young thing in the schoolgirl outfit, every fibre of my being was on fire.

I could feel myself building up to the greatest orgasm I had ever had but I wasn't going to get there before my husband. With his cock buried deep in the tight arse of our son's maths teacher, he began to blow his load, filling her with so much cum that the creamy juices came streaming down her thighs and over her white stockings. Cindy was next, the combined pleasures of my husband in her arse and her own cock in my warm, wet pussy easily enough to send this inexperienced girl/boy over the edge, filling me once more with her salty cum.

Then, finally, it was my turn and, let me tell you, it was worth the wait, my body shook and convulsed all over as wave after wave of it hit me, the incredible release of all this pent up sexual pleasure from the whole evening, revealing my kinky deception to my husband, his surprising eagerness and pleasure at orally servicing the beautiful crossdresser, the sight her fucking his arse and, finally, their amazing double fucking of me. Words can barely describe the intense and lasting pleasure of it, running all over me, and just as I thought it was dying down, I was hit by another crescendo of orgasmic delight.

Needless to say, after the delights the evenings provided for all three of us, this wasn't the last time that Cindy was involved in our bedroom antics, nor was it the last time my husband would get the pleasure of having his arse ravaged by a hard cock. My son, meanwhile, is a little bewildered about how his marks have suddenly got so high in his maths class and has figured he might have something of a future after all and has been spurred on to work harder at it. So, I guess things ended well for everyone. 



Sex Ed



You know that point in your life where you're obligated to start thinking about your future? I avoided that for many years. When it came to deciding which school to attend for college, I simply chose the one furthest and least like the area where I grew up. That decision proved to be enough for a year or so, but then that time comes around again, doesn't it? The time to think about the future. I didn't know what I wanted out of life I just knew I wanted to be like my professor, not that I felt anything sexual towards her at all, but she is just the most interesting woman I know. She just inspired me to keep going with my education, attend graduate school and enter the world of Research Psychology. My main interest was in Sexology, Alfred Kinsey is another one of my idols, so I wanted nothing more than to be the next Alfred Kinsey. The short version goes like this: I was published in the American Sexologists Association journal and my name was growing in popularity in my field. I achieved something great. But then the excitement of research dwindled and I was unsure of the next step.

Dr. Lockhart is my official title, I was the youngest woman in the field of Sexology ever to be published. I also am the prettiest, and I know that makes me sound arrogant but in all seriousness, have you seen what a sexologist looks like? The majority of the ASA are pervy middle-aged men and women who look like men who do nothing but stare at my tits at the ASA conventions. That's something to be expected though- I mean, our job is to study sex, sexuality, and all things related. So, to understand the human sex drive is understand why I was gawked at. I stick out like a sore thumb at those conventions and I'm usually the only one wearing deodorant, frankly. Besides that, I wear my blonde high-lighted hair to my shoulders, I have blue eyes and freckles since I was a little girl. My tits are average, so in any other social setting they would not receive much attention, but remember who I hang out with. I was an athlete for a long time and that shape I had back then still is with me today but without much effort on my part to maintain it. I also seem to have been the only one to dress up for these conventions, nothing too risqué but a nice fitting dress to the mid-thigh and make up; but only a little blush and eye-liner. I should also mention that it has never been a secret that I am a gay woman, especially in my industry there isn't much to hide, but let's not make it the dinner conversation. Oh, who am I kidding? Who we sleep with is ALWAYS the dinner conversation in my field of study.

So, onto the next chapter in my life, let's fast forward up to about a month ago. I started teaching at a small liberal arts college, teaching everything from Introductory Psychology, Adolescent Psychology, and I even took over the class in my field of expertise in Human Sexuality. That class is my baby, and it's relatively new to the campus so the students are still buzzing about wanting to sign up for it. I have been teaching it quite differently compared to the previous professor, and I wanted to make it as equal as possible: half-women, half-men, multicultural, sexually diverse, etc. This class is meant to examine human sexual behavior across all cultures and orientations so, I did my best to have a small class of 16 represent that. I guess that's the researcher in me coming out. Randomize your control and experimental groups. Eliminate the variables. Sorry, where was I?

Ah, right, getting off track with the background information, so about a month ago was my last class for the fall semester, which means a new semester was coming and new students. I carefully picked my class and sent out a list of materials for them to purchase. There were a few bumps and bruises from the first semester so I made several changes to my lessons in order to improve my class for my new students. Those bumps and bruises were caused by the Registrar of the college, calling my class the "Sex Class". So, to the poor chosen students of the last semester who expected a "how-to" from the hot young professor, they were sorely disappointed and two-thirds of the class dropped out after 2 weeks. Needless to say, I had a chat with the Registrar.

The first day of the new semester is always an introductory day for you non-teachers who should know, but I wanted to look nice so I wore a pair of light gray slacks and a purple v-neck sweater. I wore my hair up in a bun, because when I get nervous I play with my hair and that is just distracting to everyone. I also wore my glasses, because well, my glasses make me look older and more mature. I am always a bundle of emotions on the first day. A mixture of nervousness and anticipation, hoping that this semester goes better than the first. I'm still a new professor and not many students know who I am, what I've accomplished in my research and so on. Here we go, you can do this. A little pep-talk before class begins is required.

My students walked in, first a small group of 3, then a fourth, another group of 5, then another group- Okay, so that leaves only one missing, that's not bad for a first day, I thought. A few minutes passed as the students got settled getting out their notebooks and pens, turning off their iPods and cell phones. I smiled and looked at everyone and I got a few smiles back, a few "hellos" and I was ready to begin.

My mouth was open and ready to release a charming one-liner about sex, which is must considering the material these students will be learning. I was caught mid-word when a student came storming in making a racket as she slams the door behind her and plowed her way around the desks to a seat up against the window. Music was blasting from her headphones and it was clear to me she might pose a few problems in the near future. First impressions are very important for you students out there, remember that.

This girl was about my height, jet black hair with celestial blue eyes and perfectly rounded nose. She was very slender and dressed very fashionably with an expensive looking tote bag on her arm and iPod headphones still in her ears. She took them out once she settled in her desk, no notebook or pen, just an empty desk. Her eyes never looked away from that window.

"Well, that certainly was an entrance," I said, stating the obvious and hoping to get a few laughs, in which I succeeded.

"Yea, sorry. Couldn't find this room" She explained.

"That's alright, you must be Kenzie Lee, right?" I asked as I found her name on my attendance sheet.

"Yea, that's me, doc" Kenzie replied, without even making eye-contact.

"Okay, great! Everyone is here, so let me get started by introducing myself..." I started as I started every class. I spent the majority of the class getting to know each student, and gave them an opportunity to share a bit about themselves. I also shared about my research and my background. I am open about my sexuality so when I shared that with the class I got a few reactions of disbelief and intrigued. Kenzie finally broke her stare from her desk and looked at me, which was unexpected and she must've seen the shocked look on my face. I admit, I am very used to looking at beautiful women because I was in a sorority back in the day and I've always had beautiful friends. I am confident in my looks so, I was never one to shy away from any stares, and truthfully I enjoyed them. But for some reason, looking at Kenzie, I suddenly felt insecure like I was naked up in front of the class or something. 

That feeling came and went after a few seconds. I continued on going over all of my class rules and what my students can expect of me and the material. I could I tell that I was scaring a few of the younger students with the workload, others looked like they couldn't wait to get started. The only person I had a difficult time reading was Kenzie. She returned her focus back onto her desk and didn't once look in my direction for the remainder of the class. I'm sure she just needs to get settled in, let's give her a week, I told myself.

A few weeks had passed and we were getting beyond the basics of the anatomy and terminology often used in Sexology. Now, we were getting into the more interesting aspects of the field as we had many class discussions on vaginal circumcision, homosexuality, and recreational sex. I knew that this class was enjoying the discussions we had and many students participated. I was impressed that many of the students remained very composed and mature even thought they disagreed many times on the topics. This is what I was hoping to have the first time around. The discussions were in-depth and intriguing, and almost every student had an opinion. I know not many of you will understand but this is a professors dream. Students sharing their ideas and really digging into the material. I was elated, and my students would sometimes ask to continue the discussions during the next class because time had run out. 

The only one who held back was Kenzie, she remained quiet throughout. 

I had already given 3 quizzes and Kenzie did not do well, and the first exam was coming up. So, I decided that meeting with her after class would allow me to get into her head a little bit and see if she needs help with the material or maybe there is something else going on. I know, I know...there are boundaries when it comes to students, but that does not mean I can't make sure she's alright. I mean, after all, I'm not too old and college was not that long ago for me, so perhaps I could help.

"Kenzie, can I see you for a moment after class?" I heard a groan of discontent over the ruffling of papers and movement of desks. Kenzie approached my desk slowly, staring at her feet.

After erasing what I had written on the board, I wiped the chalk dust off my hands and came around to the front of the desk and leaned back against it in front of her. 

"Kenzie, I just wanted to see how you were doing with this material. I'm concerned because you're not participating in the discussions, either." I said with in a low and calm voice, leaning forward seeking out her eyes but couldn't catch them. I am really good at reading people, if I do say so myself, so if she was hiding anything, I would be able to see it.

"Nah, the material's fine, doc." She retorted sharply.

"Okay, so it's not the material. So, what is it that's keeping you quiet in your little corner?" I asked.

"Nothin', I dunno, I didn't wanna take this class to be honest, but my advisor said I needed the credit." She responded quite bluntly.

"I see, well since you're and it's too late now to drop out, do you think you could try to share a bit more in discussions? We can worry about the material later, I just think your voice should be heard." I put my hand out and rested it on her shoulder and I cracked a slight smile. When I did that she looked up and gazed right into my eyes; a gaze that left me frozen right there next to my desk. Oh god, there it is again...I...I feel vulnerable. That same feeling of insecurity washed over me and once again our eye-contact lasted much longer than was considered appropriate. I had to remove my hand just in case she mistook my stare for flirting, which was NOT my intention.

"Thanks but I'll deal with it." She said as she backed away from my desk and left the room, looking back at me with a hint of a smile on her face.

Okay, I thought, that was weird! Get it together, she's clearly a sweetheart deep down but she isn't into women. She's way to beautiful for that, and besides she's a STUDENT! Dr. Lockhart, calm your nerves, you're an accomplished mature woman, you have nothing to be insecure about! Pep talks after class are not required but I guess I really needed one.

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On the day of the test, I had nothing to do while my students took it. Usually I can use this time to grade for another class but I did that all last night. Instead I was on my laptop, glancing through old pictures and I found pictures of my ex. Fuck you, bitch, I thought I deleted all of you. My ex and I did not end on good terms. She was much younger than myself and she was not even out. She refused to be seen in public with me holding hands or making any type of romantic gesture. I should've ended it sooner, but for some reason I am terrible at break ups. I can't do it. However, looking at this one last remaining picture of my ex reminded me how she could make my panties so wet just my kissing my neck. It felt like being kissed by rose petals. Soft, slippery rose petals that left bite marks when I finger-fucked her tight virgin sex. I touched my neck as I recalled how it felt and had to quickly snap out of it as one student came up to hand in his test.

One by one the students handed in their tests but there were still twenty minutes left in class and only two girls remaining. Kenzie, which was no surprise to me, and a sophomore named Laura. I looked at Kenzie and I could tell she was struggling on the multiple choice section, but I offered to help and she didn't accept. I guess we'll see if she can do it on her own.

I resumed looking at the picture on my laptop screen. Fond memories of my sexual escapades with my ex returned and I stroked my neck once again. I recalled one day we were in the park just going on a walk together, but both of us felt kinky so we snuck off into an area hidden by trees and thick brush. My ex had me pinned against a tree and pulled my face into hers for a passionate sloppy kiss, which was typical for her because though she was magical around the neck area, her kisses ranged from sloppy to messy. Not much variation, but I didn't mind then. It was hot and it did the trick. My legs covered by skin-tight jeans slowly spread open and her thigh slipped in between them. Once her lips moved to my neck I was lost, my head flew back and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I couldn't help but let out a satisfied "Mmmmm!!"

My body melted against that tree as I let my ex grind her thigh up against my throbbing clit. It certainly was the most romantic situation but we had to work fast since it was a public park. Her handles clumsily fumbled with my zipper of my jeans and there was definitely little time for foreplay. Once she got the zipper down she slid her hand down my toned stomach to my panty-line. She held it there for a few seconds, almost hesitating, like she heard someone coming. Her lips abandoned my neck and I grunted "WHAT?!"

"Nothing, just thought I heard someone coming."

"Fuckin' A! Who cares?! Finish what you started!"

I was frustrated with her secrecy and not being open and comfortable about her sexuality. But that discussion came later because at that point I grabbed her hand and forced it into my panties. As soon as she felt how wet my sex was, she immediately regained focus. My ex had small hands, and they were gentle and loving when it came to paying attention to my clit. She applied very little pressure on my swollen nub and it drove me crazy! I always begged for her to go harder and faster, in part because I needed the release and also because sex with her was repetitive. A little clit rubbing here, fingering there, it drove me nuts and not in a good way. 

That time against the tree she finally listened and really beat up my clit. She pulled and pinched and scratched at the sensitive organ. I winced at every painful tug but it also felt so incredibly good. My clit was getting abused as I began to lose feeling in my toes. My ex stopped and pulled her hand out. 

"What the- Why'd you stop??" I yelled.

She had grabbed a hold on my belt loops on either side of my jeans and push them down to about my mid thigh. The cool air blew against my exposed dripping wet pussy and it set waves of pins and needles all over my body. She took the hand that was coated in my juices and licked it sexily, then she fixed her stare on my pink lips. I watched her with anticipation and also frustration because my pussy was aching to cum. Then a really hard slap landed on my sweet spot. It stung for thirty seconds and then again- SLAP! Like being whipped by a leather belt. My ex was slapping my swollen clit with all of her strength. 

"OW!! What are you doing?!"

"Shut up!" She did it again and then waited a few seconds for my face to return to normal. I was desperately trying not to yelp in pain so I was biting my bottom lip to muffle my whimpers. SLAP! Again, and by this time maybe by clit was getting used to it because it didn't hurt as badly. SLAP! My inner walls flinched as well as the muscles in my stomach. SLAP! Suddenly, I felt a rush of liquid inside accumulating and I think my face gave it away to my ex that I was close. 

One final slap and my ex returned to her gentle self massaging and soothing my clit as she had every other time we had sex. The organ was aching and stinging so much even her soft touch was causing my face to tense up along with every other muscle in my body. But she didn't stop, she kept her middle finger making feather-like strokes against the nub. The sensation was too much, I felt my cheeks flush and my hips start to shake uncontrollably. I had to muffle my moans and shrieks in the shoulder of this woman who had just beaten my pussy up. The rush of juices came out like a waterfall and the release was so intense my ears were ringing for at least 5 minutes after my body quit spasming.



I really must've enjoyed that day quite a lot because it took me awhile to realize that Kenzie was standing right in front of me with her test in hand. 

"Hmm, what? Oh, right, sorry. Thanks, Kenzie." I grabbed her test and put it with the rest.

"You okay, doc? Who's that in the picture?" Kenzie must have seen what I was looking at and put two and two together.

"Uhhh, she's ancient history!" I tried to laugh off my embarrassment, "So? How do you think you did?"

"I dunno, I hate multiple choice. Hey, is that an ex of yours? She looks like a potato, doc, I'm not surprised she's ancient history." She began laughing.

She's not wrong, I'll give her that. My ex was certainly no Angelina Jolie, but she wasn't terrible looking.

"Gee, doc, you need to raise your standards. You're way too gorgeous to be hung up on her." Kenzie snorted non-chalantly.

"Well, I'm not hung up on her, in fact I was just going to remove this picture off the hard drive." I chuckled, still incredibly embarrassed I was caught in dream-land. "Thank you for the compliment though, Kenzie, it's always nice to hear."

"Yeah right, I bet the whole Psychology department perves on you all the time telling you how pretty you are. Especially Dr. Freeman, everyone knows he gets a hard-on when you're nearby, even the students." 

I knew Dr. Freeman somewhat, but I did hear rumors to stay clear of him. "Well, I'll keep that in mind, thanks." I was trying to end this conversation because I had only just then realized that my trip down memory lane made a certain something very happy and I needed to visit the restroom before my next class.

"Alright well I gotta get goin', I'm gonna be late. See ya, doc!"

"Have a good day, Kenzie!"

Oh my friggen god, that was close. Sort yourself out, now- wait a minute, did Kenzie just call me gorgeous? Does she think I'm attractive? I mean she knows I'm gay and clearly is observant enough to figure out I was looking at an old picture of an ex, but- no, no, don't get ahead of yourself, it was just a simple compliment. Now, get up, or you're going to be late. These pep talks after class were becoming a ritual, too.



Sex Ed After Marriage



It's hard to believe that in this age of the Internet, sexual freedom, and cable TV that there are still people who grow up with little knowledge of sex. However, there are and I, Ruth, was Exhibit A. 

I grew up in a cloistered village in a Western State. My family was extremely conservative and religious, as were most of the people there. We weren't actually members of a cult, but with the benefit of hindsight I believe that we were not too far off. I rarely left my home town and never went more than 100 miles away until after I got married.

The local minister had way too much power over peoples' lives, and intruded too much. For example, my high school biology teacher, Miss Rose, was dismissed mid-year as a result of complaints instigated by Reverend Brown for having the audacity to teach human anatomy (what the good Reverend called "Sexual Education that will lead our teens down the path of lust and depravity").

I'm a plain but well-endowed young woman. My medium darkness brown hair is not shiny and curly like one sees in shampoo ads, and since I normally wore it in a bun it didn't garner much attention. My eyes are nothing special either, also a boring medium brown. While I have nice almost blemish free skin, my face is very ordinary, my nose in particular nothing to brag about. While my lips are full, my ears are too small for my head and my eyebrows too heavy.

Since I always wore loose fitting and non-revealing clothing no one ever got to see the rest of my body, except for other girls in the locker room the two years I was required to take gym classes in high school and shower afterward. I did notice that my breasts were larger and more turgid than virtually every other girl's, and when I stand with my feet together there are nicely proportioned gaps between my calves and thighs. Despite my full head of hair and bushy eyebrows the hair around my vagina is naturally sparse, and I noticed that what Miss Rose, before she was fired, taught us were the labia majora were much fuller on me than the other girls. My breasts and labia were even more pronounced than the really large girls at my school, even though I am only about 5'5", 120 pounds.

I didn't really have a "love life" in high school -- almost none of the girls in our village really did. Interactions with boys were chaperoned by what best could be described as "human vultures," and even though there were strictly speaking no "arranged" marriages, parents and the good Reverend were really pushy and you had to be a really brave soul to cross them completely.

Though I wasn't actually "set up" with Luke (it seemed like everyone in our town had biblical first names), it was close to it. Luke was someone who was three years older than I was and four years ahead in school since he had skipped a grade. Luke had attended a nearby Christian college, but studied a very unusual curriculum for those in our village, software development. Luke was smart, though outwardly as plain and unexciting as I was, but when I lived in our village excitement wasn't a major factor in ending up with a mate. 

Our parents and Reverend Brown thought Luke and I were a good match for each other, pushed us together, and when Luke at 22 asked me to marry him the day he got back from graduating college, which was a few days before I graduated high school at 19, I said "yes." For the first time he actually touched my breasts when we kissed after he proposed, and I laughed to myself at how he was taken aback by the presence of much more meat there than he apparently expected.

Despite the fact that I was a "good girl," always willing to please my parents and the town elders, I likely would have been willing to chance becoming a pariah by declining Luke's offer except for one thing. I knew he was "getting out of Dodge" because he loved software (he droned on incessantly about it on "dates") and there were no software jobs in our village. I wanted out and he was my ticket. It wasn't that I didn't like him -- I did -- but I didn't think what I felt for him was "love," at least measured against the few romance-related stories and books that were part of the state-mandated curriculum in high school.

We married within a month after getting engaged. I know that is unheard of in urban areas but when your reception is a simple pot luck supper without alcohol in the church basement and the flowers are from your garden, you don't need planning time. Our three day "honeymoon" was in a motel in a resort area two towns over, after which we returned to live in his parents' house for two weeks before we moved to a real city, where Luke had a great job in software design.

We got to the motel on our "honeymoon" at about 10:00 p.m. We kissed, we both removed our tops (including my bra), wide-eyed Luke somewhat fondled my breasts for a few minutes, and then we awkwardly removed some more clothing, though we both kept our underpants on. We sat on the bed kissing some more, I finally lay down on my back and while barely touching my labia Luke moved my panties to one side. He then stuck his penis -- poking through the opening in his boxers -- into my vagina. I guess it was good that he pushed in forcefully when he did since it quickly ruptured my hymen and the pain was only momentary.

By the way again if it weren't for Miss Rose I wouldn't have known what a "hymen" was. None of my mother, older married sister, older married cousins, aunts, or neighbors, ever said anything about it. Can you imagine what my reaction would have been on my wedding night if it hadn't been for Miss Rose?

After Luke realized he had "popped the cherry" he lay still for a short while, then he bounced up and down a few times. I felt some fluid spurting against my vaginal walls as he groaned, and then it was over.

It was not even remotely as pleasing as I had read about in the few romance-related stories I had been exposed to but maybe, I thought, the books had exaggerated. I certainly had never discussed it with any woman who was experienced in sex, so I didn't know any better.

Luke and I talked for about an hour as we lay in bed, mostly practical stuff about our upcoming move, then he kissed me goodnight. I went to sleep with a hollow feeling, but with the realization that he was as inexperienced as I was, and maybe this "sex thing" would get better in the future.

Rather than boring you with what was truly an even less than lackluster first year of marriage I'll cut to the chase. By our first anniversary we had been in bed together totally naked a grand total of three times, I had never actually seen (though obviously I felt) Luke's penis when it was hard, we never had sex more than once a day, we usually had sex only once a week, and when we had sex it rarely was much better than the first time. We socialized only with other "good Christian" couples. 

What made it bearable was that Luke was doing extremely well in his job and had already received two promotions and the money that went along with it, and I was working in a law office as a "pool secretary," and got to know a large number of people of different races, creeds, religious outlooks, and sexual attitudes than I had ever experienced. I was fascinated by the widely varying looks and perspectives.

Jezebel -- yes that really was the name her atheist swinging parents had given her -- was a mixed race (probably Asian and Caucasian) co-worker a couple of years older than I was who took a keen interest in me, never having been exposed to someone with my level of naivety before. Despite our disparate backgrounds we became good friends. We would have lunch together at least a couple of times a week during which she would regale me with tales of her sexual conquests and experiences. I learned all sorts of new phrases like "eat out," "blowjob," "doggy fuck," and many others that Jezebel probably knew as soon as she exited the womb. She loved my wide-eyed looks when she told her tales, and I noticed my panties were usually wet when we returned from lunch.

Emboldened by Jezebel I started to probe Luke with sex related questions and statements, much more refined versions of things I had learned from Jezebel and other co-workers. Luke was always nervous when I did that, and often turned red, but he never got angry. In fact in the entire time I knew him I had never seen him angry. He was a mild mannered as a guy could be -- dull, but mild mannered. Also while he was very book smart he had little common sense and quickly became dependent on me for most practical decisions, including handling our family's finances.

A funny thing happened during our first year of marriage, though. While I still wasn't sure I "loved" Luke since I still wasn't sure what that was, I had grown more and more fond of him, and emotionally attached. That motivated me even more to find a solution to what Jezebel made me realize was a real "sex problem."

A few days after our first anniversary I had decided that our sexual boat had to be rocked. I didn't want to go through life like my mother and the other women in our village had. I wanted real, passionate, sex -- at least as much as I could hope to get from Luke.

After getting her pledge of strict confidence, and with much embarrassment, I explained my problem to Jezebel. She was completely nonchalant about it, greatly reducing my level of stress, and quickly had a solution.

"Listen Ruthie baby, unless you get fucked by someone who knows what he's doing, and Luke spends some time with an experienced woman, you're damned to your present boring sex life."

"What do you mean?"

"You have to tell Luke that you're going away for a few days with another guy and he's going away that same time with another woman because you both are inexperienced and need to improve your sex lives dramatically otherwise neither of you will ever be fulfilled. Tell him that if he loves you he'll agree to it."

"What?"

"You heard me, it's the only way."

"But, uh, well, ah, I don't think..."

"Listen Ruthie-baby, I've given you the only solution I know of. If you don't ask him you'll never know if he'll go along, and if you don't do something your sex live will always be in the crapper! Get some guts, girl!"

I know I turned every shade of red and purple imaginable as I sat stunned at the picnic bench we were lunching at. When I somewhat recovered Jezebel changed the subject, I threw away the rest of my lunch since I had no appetite, and we went back to work. 

The next week I thought about what Jezebel had said virtually every waking second that I wasn't preoccupied with something else that I absolutely had to do. She also goaded me at least twice a day. Finally at the end of a week of this I had more questions, at the same picnic table.

"Listen J," (which is what I always called her -- I just couldn't get "Jezebel" out), "let's talk hypothetically. Say I did want to go along with your plan. Where would I find a guy, and where would Luke find a girl, that would go along with it? And how would we know we wouldn't get some disease, or something?"

"Hey Ruthie, that's what I'm here for. I can arrange it, no problem. I just need to meet your husband, and I need to see you naked."

"What?"

"What the hell's with 'what?' You don't want me to meet your husband?"

"No it's not that; why, uh, well, uh, do you need to see me naked?"

"Cause there are different types of guys -- ass men, tit men, leg men, cunt men, I need the right guy."

It took me another week of thinking to agree to J's conditions. Luke and I had dinner with J and one of her many male friends and one of her girlfriends one Friday night. She obviously had warned them not to be too vulgar since they caught themselves several times, and were very pleasant and chatty. The next day I went over to J's apartment and disrobed for her -- one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life. I was very pleasantly surprised by her reaction.

"Girl, you've got a 600 HP engine under your hood. You've got class A tits and an ass and pussy lips to die for. Now don't get squirrely, but I've got to touch you for one thing."

With that she knelt down and spread my labia apart. At first I flinched and stepped back. After she disgustedly said "I'm not gonna hurt ya, and I'm not a lesbian, but I have to see, so don't get all embarrassed and jumpy on me."

I closed my eyes. I felt her stretch my labia well apart and touch what Miss Rose had identified as a "clitoris," which sent a shiver up my spine. Then I heard her whistle.

"Honey, with your equipment you can have any guy I know. You just tell me what you want him to look like."

I couldn't believe that the words were coming out of my mouth but I quickly responded "Well few of the guys I knew growing up were blond, so if he were tall and blond and trim I'd like that. A handsome face doesn't matter."

"That didn't take long," J laughed, "Done. Now get your clothes on, you're making me jealous."

Now it was fish or cut bait time. I had gone through all the likely scenarios not only in my mind, but I had actually written them down. I thought I knew Luke well enough to know he likely would have one of five reactions, and I prepared for each. Fortunately, I was spot on. The next Saturday, when we didn't have plans that night, in early afternoon I sat him down.

"Luke, there is something I need to talk with you about that will require the full attention of both of us."

With a perplexed look he responded "What is it Hun?"

"Sit down, sweetheart. I'm going to be totally honest with you; that's the only way. Understand?"

"OK -- wow it sounds serious."

"I want you not to react or say anything until I've said my piece, OK?"

"Yeah, uh, sure, Ruth."

"When we got married I liked you very, very much. I wasn't fully emotionally attached to you, though. However, over the last year I've grown to completely respect you, I find almost everything about you wonderful, and I've grown emotionally attached to you as well. There is only one thing to keep me from knowing for sure that I love you."

With a startled, in fact horrified, look on his face Luke gulped "Uh, gee..."

"You said you'd let me finish before saying anything!"

"Uh, sorry."

"The only thing is that -- well there is no delicate way to put this. Our sex life is horrible!"

Luke's jaw dropped open.

"It's not your fault, and it's not my fault. It is because of the way that we were raised in a completely sterile environment, unnecessarily sheltered from the mainstream of society."

"But...."

"Shh, I'm not done. I desperately want to know for sure that I love you, and to be sexually fulfilled. And it will take drastic action to accomplish that. You are a wonderful person who deserves to have his wife fully in love with him -- and you deserve sexual fulfillment as much as I do; but you don't have it, do you?"

Luke just sat there, gap-jawed, in stunned silence. I didn't think he ever was going to talk so I grabbed his hands and asked again, "You're not sexually fulfilled, are you?"

With a small tear in one eye he said "I love you Ruth. Sex isn't as important as love."

"Answer my question -- are you sexually fulfilled?"

There was another long pause before, with another tear forming, he finally responded. "Well,....no."

"That's because I wasn't just a virgin when we got married, but I was sheltered from anything having to do with sex and I have no clue whatsoever how to make us fulfilled. And you don't either because we had the same type of upbringing."

Luke stared at his knees, slowly nodding his head, then said "But I don't know how to fix it."

"I do."

"What?" Luke replied with real curiosity in his voice, his head snapping up.

"Again, just listen -- no talking until I've said my piece, OK?"

"OK."

"We each are going to go on an extended weekend with a very experienced sex partner. We are not going to talk about it afterward, we're not ever going to see the other's partner, and it will in actuality just be a training course. Then when we get back we will properly fuck each other's brains out!"

That was the first time I had ever said the F-word in front of Luke (I only swore in private, and then not much). It had the desired effect of setting him back on his heels and knowing that I was serious.

Then for the first time ever that I experienced it, he got angry -- but this was scenario number two that I had fully prepared for.

Standing up, raising his voice and pointing his finger Luke bellowed "How dare you look at our wedding vows so flippantly. Your parents and Reverend Brown would die if they heard you say something like that. You're talking like a harlot -- you're being corrupted by the evil in society!"

While I was prepared for his reaction, he wasn't prepared for mine.

"I don't give a damn about that pious ass Brown, and I don't respect our parents for not teaching us worldly things. What I do care about is being happy, and more specifically being happy and in love with you. This is going to happen or you'll have to explain to our families and that jerk Brown why we've divorced; and that will devastate both of us."

Luke turned pale and slumped back down.

I picked up an overnight bag already packed and sitting at the front door.

"I'll be back Sunday night -- you'll have to make up some excuse why I'm not at church Sunday morning -- and I'll expect your answer then. If it's 'yes' we'll plan how it's going to work. If you say 'no' we'll work out a separation."

With that I left, got into our car, and went to J's apartment to spend Saturday night there while she was out of town.

When I returned early evening on Sunday without saying a word I walked up to Luke, planted the warmest kiss I could on his lips, then stared up into his eyes and said "I hope your answer is 'yes;' please let it be 'yes.'"

With a chagrined look on his face he said "I can't bear the thought of losing you. If that's the way it has to be, that's the way it has to be. Yes."

After I squeezed him so hard he begged me to let him breathe again, he said "How is it going to work?"

J and I worked out all the details over the next two weeks. There was much give and take, lots of rejected ideas, and lots of good natured teasing by J. Although I know that she loved doing this for many reasons her main motivation was that she was certain she was really helping a friend out. This was what our give and take produced:

--Luke and I would take Thursday and Friday off work, leave with our partners Thursday morning, stay at different resorts on opposite sides of the city Thursday through Saturday nights, and then return Sunday night. Luke would pay all expenses for his sojourn, my partner and I would split all the expenses for mine. We all gave J the money and she made all the arrangements so we wouldn't even know our partners' real names, and they wouldn't know ours. We would never meet with our partners again. Also, I insisted on STD testing, which Luke and I paid for, to be sure our partners were clean. 

I cheated slightly. After J took me out shopping for a new wardrobe to get me through the four days of my trip, I begged J for a respite from one rule. Luke and I weren't supposed to even see photos of, or know anything about, each other's partner, but I coerced J into showing me a photo of Luke's partner. Her name was Samantha. She was in her early 30s, had small breasts, platinum blond hair, shapely legs, and a much nicer face than mine. She was employed as a sex therapist while working on her PhD on a subject that dovetailed nicely with what she was about to do, and that obviously was the reason she agreed to it.

Neither Luke nor I could sleep the night before our trips were to start. While Luke had been very apprehensive and reticent for most of the time leading up to our excursions the last two days he clearly was getting excited. I knew that he would like Samantha, and knowing that she was a sex therapist really had set my mind at ease.




Sex Ed After Marriage/ Luke's View



My wife tells me that she published a story here called "Sex Ed After Marriage" and that many readers wanted a similar story from my perspective. Since we agreed to never talk with each other about our experiences we have agreed to not read each other's stories. I will use the same made up names for us she did, Ruth and Luke. Jezebel really is her friend's name, though.

Ruth told me I must use slang and swear words when referring to body parts and acts. Neither of us use those terms in normal conversation but since apparently most readers want it, I will do so even though it makes me cringe.

Ruth told me that she gave most of the background about Reverend Brown and our sheltered, stifling, religious upbringing so I don't want to repeat that. However, I do want to tell you about Ruth.

I was in love with Ruth for many years before we got married. While she, and many others, don't think her face is beautiful, she is the most bubbly, upbeat, kind person I know. Her personality was what made me fall in love with her. Although our sets of parents and Reverend Brown thought we were well matched I was never sure, up until she said "yes," that she would ever marry me. I'm not that bad looking, short brown hair, about 5' 11", 170 lbs. with a pleasant face. However, I'm certainly no stud so I wasn't sure that I really had a chance with someone with her vivaciousness. I got extra motivation never to give up from my younger cousin, Esther, though.

Esther was the closest thing to a "wild child" in our family – probably more conservative than almost any kid going to a suburban high school of a large city, but in our village extreme. She had been in gym class with Ruth. When I came home from college for the summer between my junior and senior years Esther and I were chatting at a family function when with a twinkle in her eye she said "If you marry Ruth, Luke, you're in for a real treat."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh poor Luke, you're even more naïve than most in our little community, aren't you? Let me just say that her body is even better than her personality, and you know everyone loves her," she laughed as she skipped away and I turned red.

I was even more sheltered than most and going to the Christian College I went to didn't help me in any way. I would have liked to go to a big State school, where the instruction in my field, software development, would have been better. However, my parents and Reverend Brown insisted on the Christian College and at that time I had no means of support without my parents.

I wasn't just a virgin when Ruth and I got married; I was a novice flunky with a borderline social disorder.

I'm not going to go into the embarrassing details of sex with Ruth the first year of our marriage, but looking back on it still makes me cringe. The words "humiliation, clumsiness, chagrin," and "awkwardness" come to mind. I'm a book smart guy, but I couldn't possibly come up with a way out of the situation I was in where I knew Ruth wasn't sexually fulfilled and knew that I needed to do more. The more I thought about it the more anxious I got; the more anxious I got, the clumsier I got; the clumsier I got the more hyper I got; it was a vicious cycle.

One Saturday morning Ruth sat me down. The normally cheery look on her face was absent, replaced by a serious one. I knew what our talk was going to be about; I cringed when she said "Our sex life is horrible." While she tempered it by saying "It's not your fault or mine, but the way we were brought up," as the man in the relationship I felt more responsible.

When Ruth first proposed her friend Jezebel's solution, a long weekend for each with an experienced sex partner, my initial reaction was anger. Ruth stunned me by essentially saying it was that way or the highway, and when she left until the next evening I knew she wasn't kidding.

The entire time Ruth was gone I knew that if I couldn't come up with anything better I would agree because I couldn't take the chance of losing her. Despite thinking of nothing but that the entire weekend I had no solution that I thought had the slightest chance of working, let alone that Ruth would agree to. So when Ruth returned home and gave me a big, sweet, kiss and implored me to say "yes," I did just that.

While Ruth was at a resort on one side of our city, I would be at a resort on the opposite side. Unknown to Ruth I called Jezebel expressing my nervousness since I had a hard enough time attempting sex with the woman I loved, let alone a stranger. Again unknown to Ruth a couple of days before our excursions would start the woman I would be with called me at work, identifying herself as "Jill," and calling me "Ryan," both assumed names. She was very friendly, with an English-type accent I couldn't quite place, and answered most of my questions candidly. When she told me that she was employed as a sex therapist while working on her PhD my mind was strangely put at ease. The next few days I started to be more excited about the upcoming event than scared, although I still had a real fear that Ruth might want the guy she was going away with rather than me when the weekend was over.

Ruth and I kissed about as passionately as we ever did before we left for our rendezvous points. 

When I met Jill I was stunned; she was beautiful. She had a gorgeous face, was tall (probably only two inches shorter than I was), trim, tanned, with bleached blond hair and green eyes. She had on a tank top and shorts – really short shorts. Her legs were muscular and sleek, as were her arms. Her breasts were small but perky, almost visible through her tank top since she had no bra on. She was the only woman I had ever seen that to me was as breathtaking as Ruth, although they looked vastly different. 

I was glad Jill was driving because otherwise when I stared at her thighs I'm sure we would have gotten into an accident if I was at the wheel. She was probably the most forthright person I had ever talked to by a light year. This is an example of our conversation (actually mostly her talking and me listening):

"Let me tell you something about myself, Ryan. First of all, I know you're trying to place my accent but are too shy or polite to ask. I'm a Kiwi."

"Kiwi?" (I was really sheltered).

"From New Zealand. What you have to know about Kiwi women is that as a group we are the most promiscuous in the world. According to a study completed last year, Kiwi women have an average of 20.4 sex partners in their life whereas the global average is 7.3, and New Zealand is the only country where the women have more sexual partners on average than the men, 16.8."

All I could do was gulp! 

"The average Kiwi woman loses her virginity on her 18th birthday, and I was no exception. You Yanks are way behind us in all categories."

How do you respond to statistics like those? She kept up a rapid fire of them, relating to all sorts of sexual topics. Without me even asking her to as she overwhelmed me with statistics she explained what a number of terms she used meant, including "blowjob," "cunnilingus," "muff diving," "tea bagging," and many more. 

Jill was also straight forward about her body parts and relative abilities and said she had found out some things from Jezebel about my wife's body. Jill matter-of-factly volunteered "My boobs are too small for a proper titty fuck but I have a tight cunt and strong thighs and I can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch," and "Jezebel told me that calling your wife's body 'killer' would be the understatement of the year, and that I especially need to teach you how to appreciate and service her puffy pussy lips and conspicuous clit."

By the time we got to the resort my head was spinning but I noticed that my cock was aroused.

As soon as we got into our room the instruction started.

"The first thing you need to do is to learn how to properly undress a woman. While what you do depends upon the situation and location, the two main techniques I call 'seducer' and 'caveman.' Since I like the clothes I'm wearing, let's start with 'seducer.'"

"Uh, Jill; my wife never really wears shorts, though, and always wears a bra," I sheepishly responded.

"Good thinking, bloke. Let me fix that."

In front of me Jill removed her top, while bare-chested fished a bra out of her suitcase and put it on, put a button-up top over the bra, and removed her shorts and thong and put on panties and a skirt. I was shocked that she had no pubic hair. Seeing my wide-eyes and the tenting of my pants she smiled and chuckled "Don't give yourself a coronary, Ryan."

She instructed me in the sensual way to remove each article of clothing, how to run my fingers up and down various body parts when doing so, when and on what body parts to plant kisses, etc. The first time I did horribly so she put her clothes back on and we did it three more times until she smiled and laughed "Brilliant."

"Now that you've removed my clothes properly, you'll want to do a little muff diving to get me in a great mood, right?"

"Uh, I guess."

"No, 'I guess.'" Jill shot back. "That is what you'll do. Now first let's have a proper kiss, and let me see your tongue stuck out."

We had a long kiss while I tried not to touch her tits or ass, then she had me stick out my tongue. "Ryan, you have a nice, long pointed tongue. You should be great at cunnilingus; my vulva can't wait, and you should be able to curl your wife's toes."

With that she laid on her back on the king size bed in the room and said "You'll be more comfortable with all your clothes off, but you can leave your boxers on now if you like." I quickly removed my clothes except for my boxers.

Jill had me scoot up to her, and as she propped herself up on an elbow she pointed out all of the parts of her vulva, and moved my finger to touch each one and explained which one was probably better stimulated with fingers, and which one tongue, although all parts could be stimulated each way. She guided one of my fingers into her pussy with hers to locate her G-spot. I could see her breathe deeply, roll her eyes, or twitch sometimes, indicating the sensitivity of the parts. She then tested me on each part, what it was called, how it should best be approached, etc. We again went over it multiple times until I had it down pat.

Showing my naivety I asked "Why don't you have any pubic hair?" Looking back on it I'm surprised she didn't laugh out loud – instead she merely smiled and said "I shave it off so that it will be easier for you to do what I'm going to have you do next. Now it's time to put what you've learned to use. I'll lie here and you eat me out."

I started hesitantly at first, but her body parts looked and smelled so good, and her reactions were so rewarding, I soon was vigorously into it. Occasionally she would tell me what part of her vulva to stimulate with what part of my body, but more often than not she was moaning or writing around a little. At one point as I was energetically moving my tongue into and out of contact with her clit she started really squirming and moaning much more loudly, so I stopped. She immediately lifted up her head and said "What the hell are you doing, don't stop, keep it up," and pushed my head onto her crotch. 

Knowing for sure now that she really liked what I was doing, I proceeded with even more alacrity using both hands and my tongue. Shortly after that she screamed, shook, essentially convulsed, and then went limp. I was stunned.

"What happened?" I asked.

She huffed and puffed for a while before answering me. "That, uh, ooh, was a, aah, really, really, un, ooh, whew, nice orgasm." Seeing the puzzled look on my face she continued "You've never, aah, ooh, seen a female, whew, uh, orgasm before, have you?" evoking a tired smile.

When I shook my head "No," she smiled more broadly, and after another minute or so propped herself up on her elbows and said "Well you'll see many more before this weekend is over, and I hope you'll be giving your wife hundreds of them in the future. Did you enjoy it yourself?"

"Very much," I immediately replied.

"Then do it again!" she chuckled.

The next orgasm I gave her was one of the best experiences of my life up until that time, and one that she described as "earth shattering." In between her pants and moans afterward she reached over to me, grabbed my cock through my boxers, and mumbled "Now you follow that with a fuck. I hope you're as fast a learner at fucking as you are at eating, 'cause then this is going to be a fun weekend for me too."

With that she helped me get my boxers off, lifted her ass slightly and spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping wet and beet red pussy, and holding it open with her hands. I moved my dick right in as she swore what I interpreted to be in delight, and once I was fully buried she wrapped her legs around me and started moving her hips back and forth. I moved mine too, but apparently not dynamically enough for her.

"Move your hips more quickly...ooh; that's it; yeah...get in sync with me as I – uh, oh, -- pump." I did the best I could, but was so excited, and her movements on me felt so good, that I came very quickly – and that felt even better. I was slowing to a stop when she barked "Keep going, I haven't cum yet," as she kept on pumping her hips. I kept going until I saw her eyes roll back in her head.

After we both lay next to each other, drained, without speaking for a few minutes, she perked up. "Not bad for a first fuck, but you'll learn to be much better by the end of the weekend. And if you do get much better I'll give you a special treat; but now, I'm going to suck your cock back to life."

"Uh, Jill, actually I'm a little self-conscious about my equipment, and I never ejaculated more than once in a day."

"Don't be silly," was her only response as she sat up, pushed me on my back, grabbed my cock, and started sucking. Wow did it feel different – a very, very good kind of different. After sucking a couple of minutes my cock started to get hard again, she interrupted her work, and said: 

"Ryan, let me put your mind at ease. You cock is of average thickness and about two inches longer than average, has a nice shape, especially the helmet. Also you have a nice set of balls, low hanging enough to be easily accessible but not so low as to be freaky. Your wife will learn to really enjoy them."

With that she started sucking again while fondling my balls. As I was getting more and more aroused I suddenly realized what she meant by saying that she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. It was like a powerful vacuum had been attached to my cock and whether it was only in my mind or not I felt my balls producing more seminal fluid in response to her caresses. Soon after that I erupted into her mouth. She stared into my eyes as she continued sucking until she got every last drop of cum out of my dick. As she released it she smiled and said "Did you like that?"

I wasn't very coherent at that point, but I think I mumbled something like "It was unbelievable," at which point she kissed me, lay next to me, and said "We're getting up in ten minutes to get some food."

Over the next few days I sucked her tits at least an hour a day, she fondled my balls whenever there was a lull in action, and we rarely did anything more than work over each other's bodies, leaving the room only for meals and for food-digesting walks after eating. We spent at least four hours going over every single part of each other's bodies looking for what Jill called "erogenous zones." I was surprised that I had three, which I never had any clue that I did, and Jill had almost too many to count. She told me where the most likely ones would be on Ruth.

Although sometimes it was necessary for Jill to give me a little blue pill or a lozenge to get me hard enough times to suit her, I was still shocked that I was able to have two orgasms one day and three every other day. I can't count the number that she had; I do know that I very much enjoyed giving her orgasms whether oral or penile.

After we ate breakfast Sunday morning, the last day, when we took a walk she was especially affectionate, holding my arm, nibbling my ear, rubbing my neck. Before we went back into the resort she stood in front of me, holding my hands, looking me in the eye with a twinkle in hers, and said "You've been a great student, Ryan. You're going to get a special treat as a reward," kissed me quickly, and then grabbed my hand and dragged me through the main door of the resort. She had been dangling the thought of a "special treat" all weekend, and I admit it was starting to arouse me greatly.

When we got into our room she smiled wickedly as she announced "First you've got to learn the 'caveman,' then you get your special treat." With that she told me to rip her clothes off, showing me where to grab and how to pull. I was reluctant but when she said "Damn it, Ryan, do it or you're not getting your special treat."

I ripped her clothes off – I trust that she had worn special ones that she could afford to part with for the occasion – then she pulled my clothes off, pushed me down on the bed, and started sucking my already ¾ hard cock. Once it was completely hard she muttered "Just lay there, don't move!"

She mounted me put her hands on my hips and almost without moving the exterior of her body started kneading my cock. As far as I could tell she was simply controlling her vaginal muscles, squeezing and releasing. She changed her pace, intensity, and position, many times, each change making my cock feel better than the last, until finally I had an enormous eruption. I don't know if I really did ejaculate twice as much cum as I ever did before, but it sure felt like it. She milked every last milliliter out of me.

Once she got off of me and I regained my composure I asked "What was that? I still can't believe it!"

With a broad smile she replied "That is the result of pc muscle exercises every day. Be sure you tell your wife to do kegel exercises, maybe with a mechanical device to assist, and some day she may be able to do the same thing for you."

"Would you please write that all down?" I begged.

When Jill and I parted she said about a year later she would have Jezebel send me a questionnaire for her research, and hoped I would fill it out. "I would do almost anything for you, Jill, after what you've done for me," I chuckled.

When Ruth and I got home the first night we were too tired and our genitals were too worn out to do anything except cuddle. Monday at work, though, I was as horny as I ever have been in my life. Knowing what sex really could be like, and knowing what a great body Ruth had, I couldn't wait to get home. I got home early and as soon as Ruth arrived I did a perfect "caveman" on her.

I could not believe, now that I knew to look, and what to look for, how phenomenal Ruth's cunt was. Her pussy lips were unreal, and her clit was enormous and as sensitive as a hair trigger. That first night with Ruth after my sexual awakening I was in heaven when I ate her out, my first real fuck with her was fabulous, and when she rode me cowgirl it was paradise!

I was giddy when I learned that Ruth was doing kegel exercises, with exactly the same assist Jill had recommended (so I never had to bring up the subject with Ruth). About nine months after our excursions after I sucked Ruth's tits and was about to tit fuck her – something I found to be awesome, and something that Jill taught me the basics of but could not perform for me – Ruth said "Let me give you a treat." With that she did the same thing to me Jill had done as her special treat, only Ruth did it even better. It was the best my dick ever felt in my entire life!

Since our learning excursions Ruth and I have had a fantastic sex life, which I was happy to indicate when I filled out the questionnaire from Jill via Jezebel a year afterward. As far as I know Ruth has never strayed and I'm sure she believes I haven't either. Since she will not be reading this story and since I need to get this off of my chest to assuage my guilt I will admit I did once.




Sex Ed After Marriage/ Luke's View



Shortly after the birth of our first child, I had the worst case of blue balls in my life. I had gotten used to fantastic sex with Ruth, and for the last three-plus weeks she had been incapacitated. I had been as loving as possible, giving her foot rubs, back massages, getting up in the morning to take the late shift with the baby, etc. This isn't an excuse, just an explanation.

I was walking outside to get a quick lunch, bleary eyed from waking up in the middle of the night, when who should I run into on the street – Jill. Obviously I hadn't seen her see our excursion then about two years earlier.

"Hi, Ryan – hey, how are you doing?" Jill said giving me a big hug, which I returned.

"Jill – I can't believe just seeing you on the street like this. I'm doing great in life in general in no small part due to you, and my sex life with my wife is wonderful."

"I know," she laughed, "I read your questionnaire responses. Do you live or work nearby?'

"Yeah, I was just going to lunch. Do you have time to join me?"

"I sure do, I have lots of news."

"Well how about the Italian Deli around the corner? I'm buying."

We had a mirth filled lunch talking about many things, including that she had finished her PhD thesis. Most importantly I found out that she had been staying at a friend's apartment nearby for two nights, and the next afternoon was returning to New Zealand for good, and likely would never be back to our city. Also significantly, I reiterated how wonderful the sex with Ruth had been – never using her name – but how now I was spoiled because I knew what real sex was like, and had a horrible case of blue balls.

As we were leaving the Deli she asked "Do you need to get right back to work?"

"Actually, I'm pretty much my own boss now, answering only to the President of the company, so I can return whenever I want. Why?"

Looking at me very seductively and gently touching my arm she continued "Well there is one thing I didn't teach you during our wonderful excursion that might help you now."

"Gee, Jill, uh, well, I really don't want to cheat on my wife."

"Actually, since this is different, you can look at it as just an extension of your learning experience, not as cheating. It will take care of your problem too, I guarantee it."

She gave me a look that would make a eunuch hard, grabbed my hand, and said "Come on."

My brain said "No" but my dick said "Yes" and at that particular moment in time my dick had more blood in it, so as she dragged me along I called my secretary and told her something had come up and I wouldn't be back "For an hour," which I quickly changed to "make that two hours," when Jill grabbed my balls with one hand and held up two fingers with the other as an evil grin washed across her face.

When we got to her friend's apartment I asked about his/her whereabouts. "She won't be back until dinner time; don't worry about her just concentrate on what I'm going to teach you. First I need to make sure you're in the right mood."

With that she seductively removed her clothes, slowly took mine off while staring at me like a snake would a mouse, and then French kissed me while making sure that my hands were on her breasts, crotch, or butt and while rubbing my back and testicles.

I was so hot within minutes I was about to burst, but I had a second of clarity/guilt/conscious, whatever you want to call it.

"Jill, this doesn't look like something new. Something really sexy, but I really am so worried about...."

She stopped me in mid-sentence. "We never did anal, and I'll bet you never did with your wife, either."

That took me back. I had never done anal, and really knew almost nothing about it. Despite the fact that Ruth and I had now done what we both considered major sexual experimentation I'm not sure it ever even seriously crossed our minds.

"No, but I'm not sure..."

Again Jill stopped me in mid-sentence putting a finger to my lips. "You know I never did anything to lead you wrong during our learning excursion, and I'm telling you now that fucking my ass will rid you of your blue balls without any vaginal penetration or any oral activity, so you won't be doing anything you have done or will do with your wife. Many women hate it and will never do it – I love it and will make you enjoy it with me, no one else."

Since she was holding onto my dick when she said this, and all my blood was there so that my brain was starved, I stopped protesting and just followed her lead.

She started out clinically. She gave me a tube of lube, showed me the right amount to use first placing it on her rosebud, then on one finger inserted into her anus, then two, and then twisting them. As I was doing this, following her instructions, I could see her getting white hot. She started panting, moaning, and working one hand at her crotch. I bent over to confirm that she was energizing her clit. It seemed more than an instructional session when she moaned/yelled "Lube your cock and shove it into my asshole."

By then I was too sexually charged to do anything but follow her instructions. Even though my cock was well lubed it met resistance when first inserted, but then suddenly "popped" in, almost like when I had broken Ruth's hymen. Once that happened Jill groaned then yelled "Fuck the shit out of me!" which I assumed was just an expression and she was not really going to defecate as a result of it.

I did as instructed as she gyrated, pumped back, and bobbed her head up and down while furiously stroking her clit. I lost all control and ejaculated into her within the shortest period of time since I could remember; but it felt really, really good! I could tell she wasn't done yet, though, so I did my best to keep pumping until she finally screamed and collapsed.

As we lay next to each other cuddling, with one of my legs between hers, I felt a warm ooze. I looked down and saw my cum leaking out of her anus. I was really surprised by how much there was. To be honest, I really wasn't pleased with my spunk on my leg so I whispered to Jill I was going to clean us off, went and got a washcloth and returned to bed with her on her back and her legs in the air and her butt just above the sheets, laughing.

"I thought I'd get in position," she giggled.

After I cleaned us off she nuzzled up to me, kissed me, and said, "I'm sorry I lost control. I haven't had an ass fuck in months, and I needed that as much as you needed to bust a nut. Now that we've gotten quick relief let's do another, more proper, ass fuck."

"As horny as I was coming here I'm not sure I have another in me now," I replied.

"Leave that to me," she said, pulling a lozenge from her purse and handing it to me. "Dissolve this under your tongue while we shower."

Again I did as instructed, even though the lozenge (like the ones she had given me during our excursion) tasted horrible. She cleaned my cock and testicles off thoroughly, with her hands, soap, and water, in the shower. I cleaned her luscious thighs off, but tried to stay away from her breasts and crotch since I did not want to get so excited that I would want a pussy fuck. She realized that and simply said "Chicken." She did demand that I wash her rear end and anus fully, which I did.

About 45 minutes to an hour after I had fucked Jill's ass the first time, as we lay on the bed again she grabbed my dick and balls and started slowly at first, and then feverishly, stimulating them with her hands and mouth. She was as expert at this as I remembered, the only sex Ruth and I had engaged in where Ruth hadn't surpassed her. It wasn't long before I was rock hard, she got on her hands and knees, and handed me the tube of lube again. I guess I remembered all of the steps properly because all she said was "That's it, that's right," interspersed with moans of course.

As I started inserting my dick into her anus she said, "Stop for a while when you're fully buried." Again there was that resistance and pop as I penetrated her, and when I stopped after a complete insertion she started squeezing and releasing her sphincter muscles, giving my shaft a great massage. As she did this, she reached between her legs and instead of working on her clitoris she massaged my testicles.

WOW. I mean this really felt good! She was obviously enjoying it immensely too. When both of us could tell I was getting close with a low grunt she instructed me to start pounding. I did. By the 10th stroke we had massive simultaneous orgasms.

We both lay close to comatose when my dick popped out of her anus, sending shivers up our spines, but jolting us both back to reality.

I got dressed while staring at Jill's naked body as, totally ignored by Jill, my cum once again started leaking out of her asshole. Once I was dressed she pulled me down to her lips by my tie and I instinctively placed one of my hands on a breast. After she kissed me, removing her tongue from my mouth, she said "Sorry, I kind of used you; but I really needed a great fuck before my long trip, and you certainly came through. You were awesome."

"I still owe you big time," I replied, "and you certainly did really teach me something new." We kissed again, and I left.

The rest of the day every time I became aware of the lube still at my crotch and on my boxers I sighed – for three reasons. The first, it reminded me of my first anal fucks, and how good they felt. The second, I no longer had blue balls. The third; was I ever going to be able to make it up to Ruth since despite the uniqueness of the experience I had cheated.

They say confession is good for the soul. It is, but not for marriages. I've never told Ruth about the anal incident with Jill, and never will, but try every day to be the best husband I can. I know for sure that we both are completely fulfilled in every way, including sexually, and I don't ever want to rock that boat, and never will stray again.



Sex Ed After Marriage



We kissed goodbye Thursday morning with about the most passion we had ever kissed with, then left for our rendezvous points.

Brian, my partner, was exactly what I expected. He was 25, about 6'2" tall, 190 pounds, sculptured arms, shaggy blond hair, steely blue eyes, and a craggy but pleasant face. He had an anatomy degree from college and supervised the personal trainers at a franchise of a national fitness company. 

Brian was very friendly. We went out for lunch and he immediately set me at ease, talking about pleasurable subjects, laughing often and gently but not presumptively periodically touching my arm. I became so relaxed I was actually able to eat something by the end of the meal. 

We checked into our room in the resort, overlooking the ocean, with the sun streaming through our picture windows. Without closing the blinds he approached me face-to-face and stroked my hair and neck while peering into my eyes. "I want to make this as enjoyable an experience for you as possible. If there is anything you can't handle, tell me and it won't happen. But you will need to be able to move outside your comfort zone for this to work. OK?"

"I understand, Brian. But I am nervous that you won't have a good experience, and that bothers me."

He said the perfect thing to set me at ease. "I guarantee you that if I make you happy, I'll be happy."

I smiled, inwardly and outwardly. Then Brian started removing my clothes. Luke had never undressed me. It started to feel weird. I closed my eyes and almost had an out of body experience. As my clothes fell away and his hot lips and gentle fingers caressed my shoulders, hips, and breasts it was like I was detachedly watching my seduction rather than feeling it. That is until he removed my panties, and I heard him gasp and mutter "Holy Shit, Jezebel wasn't exaggerating!"

With that I snapped into consciousness and looked down at Brian gently separating my labia. Then I saw him lean forward and felt his tongue on my clitoris. I let out a loud groan and my knees got weak. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back on the California king size bed in our room with my thighs splayed apart and with every finger on both of Brian's hands furiously working on my labia or penetrating my chasm while his tongue and lips feverishly worked on my clitoris. 

The feelings were overwhelming. It was like I had been hooked up to an electric socket as my hips spasmed and my thighs twitched. I instinctively grabbed Brian's hair as I moaned loudly. Then something welled up within me. It started as a fuzzy warm feeling that kept getting more and more intense. Then suddenly it reached a crescendo; my crotch got completely wet and a ripple went from my brain down the entire length of my spine all the way to my toes. I screamed and then went limp. I had never been so quickly and completely sapped of energy in my life. It was like my mind was no longer in charge of my body.

After I went limp Brian stopped his activities on my crotch, scooted his face up to mine, and gave me gentle kisses on my lips and cheeks while massaging my breasts. I don't know how long it was but I eventually regained full cognizance and whispered "What just happened?"

"You had an orgasm solely from oral and finger stimulation. Is that your first oral orgasm?"

"I never had a feeling like that ever before from any activity. Wow! I didn't know my body could experience such sensations."

Brian gave me a big toothy smile and a satisfied chuckle.

As more brain cells started working properly I remembered Brian's exclamation when he removed my panties, and had to know what that was about. "When you removed my panties why did you say that J wasn't exaggerating?"

Brian started laughing. "She said you had the softest yet fullest pussy lips she had ever seen, and a clit the size of a small dick."

I started blushing and naively asked "Is that bad?"

Brian almost couldn't answer he was laughing so hard. "I'm sorry to laugh Sybil (that was my assumed name), but I couldn't help myself. No, that isn't bad, it's great! I love your pussy, and your clit is so sensitive that it is totally fun!"

"Really?"

"In fact, I can't wait until I get my cock into your pussy."

No one had ever talked to me like that before. Rather than taking me aback though it got me strangely excited.

Brian was still clothed. That didn't last long. He stood up next to the bed, slowly and deliberately removed his socks and shoes; then his shirt; then his pants; then his boxers, as his penis snapped out. It looked thick, with an upward curve, but since I had never seen an engorged one before I didn't have a standard for comparison. I am sure I was wide-eyed. After he enjoyed my flabbergasted look for a few seconds he said "Have you ever heard of a 69?"

I mumbled "I heard J talk about it but I don't really know what it is."

"Well, before we fuck I want you to orally pleasure me while I'm pleasuring you again. I'm going to kneel straddling you with my mouth on your pussy while my cock is above your mouth. While I stimulate your clitoris and labia I want you to suck on my cock."

"Suck?"

"Just like it was a lollipop. You have sucked lollipops, haven't you?"

"Uh, sure. Then what?"

"You'll see," Brian shot back with a sly smile.

He did as he said he would. His penis looked so big and strange above me, with a sculptured helmet and a shaft that got thinner from his body toward the helmet. I hesitantly touched it. Then I felt his mouth on my clitoris and all of the warm pleasing feelings from my last experience started welling up again. Brian was being so wonderful to me I was motivated enough to reciprocate that I overcame my shyness and apprehension. I brought the head of his penis into my mouth.

Brian's penis felt really strange in my mouth as I sucked it the best I could. I couldn't get all of it into my mouth, but I got as much in as I could, and twirled my tongue on it. While I can't say it was the most fun thing I ever did with my mouth, it was enjoyable. I sucked as best I could until electric charges started detonating in my crotch. I was afraid I was going to bite his penis, and I couldn't very well suck while screaming; so I stopped sucking and just stroked him with my left hand.

That apparently was Brian's cue to have intercourse me. He quickly moved off me, rolled me onto my hands and knees, and then slowly but deliberately penetrated my vagina. Once he was fully buried -- it felt SO good -- he bent over and grabbed one breast in each hand. Then he started pounding, hard. I could feel his testicles slapping against my thighs as he electrified my entire vagina. My nerves were excited even more by his hands stroking or squeezing my breasts as his fingers alternately pinched my left then my right nipple. 

As Brian continued pounding away he bit my shoulders while mumbling (with moans and growls omitted) "Oh yeah, God your cunt feels so good, you've got such a tight pussy, Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you senseless, I'm gonna overflow your cunt."

He was true to his mumbles. As my brain circuits were almost at "Overload" I felt him tense up. Blasts of his ejaculate scoured the walls of my vagina. My brain officially did melt down as I reached a wet feeling and tingling in all my nerve endings even more powerful than from my first orgasm. If I didn't lose consciousness, I certainly lost awareness for a short period of time.

After new ejaculate stopped being pumped into my vagina, Brian greatly slowed his pace but still kept reciprocating in me. As he slowly moved in and out I could feel his fluid leaking out of me. "Now I know why trillions of words are written about this experience," coursed through my brain. This was better than I thought was possible. If I were an uncouth woman I would have screamed "Holy Shit! Thank you God!"

Once Brian withdrew and we lay in a spoon position I started to recover from my second orgasm. He turned my head toward his and kissed me.

"Thank you so much, Brian. That was awesome, not just beyond my experience but beyond my wildest expectations. Thank you a thousand times."

"Thank you, babe. That was as good for me as it was for you."

"I hate to be naïve again," I mumbled apprehensively, "but you said I had a tight vagina. Is that good?"

"First of all you're going to have to start using rougher language if we are to communicate. No more 'vagina,' 'penis,' 'breasts,' or 'intercourse.' It's 'pussy or cunt,' 'cock or dick,' 'tits or boobs,' and 'fuck.' Understand?"

I shyly responded, "OK."

"Now to answer your question, having a tight pussy is not just good, it's fantastic."

"Really?" I murmured. Then strange words from my mouth: "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Well since this is a learning experience for you, if you want your husband to be really happy, you can suck your mutual cums off his dick. See, my cock isn't completely flaccid yet and is dying to be sucked."

He was right. His cock was still at least at half-mast. I scooted down the bed, lifted his cock into my mouth, and sucked and tongued it. The fluids on it tasted strange, and were gooey, but it was a somewhat pleasurable experience and I could tell he really liked it so I kept going until he was completely clean.

After I cleaned Brian up we lay in bed and talked as he played with my tits. We then went for a swim, got dinner, and went on an after dinner walk. When we got back to our room he had both of our clothes off in an instant. After fingering my pussy while we passionately kissed, he sat down on the edge of the mattress, lifted me onto his lap, guided by thighs around his waist, shoved his cock up my canal, and started pumping like an oil derrick. As he was pumping we were kissing, or he was sucking on a nipple. 

In this position, I could feel the helmet of his upwardly curved dick having a strange effect on one part of my pussy as he stroked in and out. Since I was now able to recognize orgasms I could properly count that I went through two, mostly from stimulation at that one spot, before he unloaded in me, triggering a third. After that we virtually passed out, with one light still on.

We woke up in the middle of the night, each went to the bathroom, and I turned out the light as I returned to the bed. Again being as naïve as could be I asked him "The last time we had intercourse -- I mean fucked -- I could feel your penis -- sorry, cock -- head energizing a particular part of my pussy. What was that?"

"That's called your G-spot, a particularly sensitive part that many, but not all, women have. I'm glad my helmet could stimulate it properly for you." 

As he was talking he moved my hand onto his cock. I couldn't believe it, but he was hard again, and after eating me for a few minutes he was fucking me again, this time with me on my back and my heels on his shoulders.

When I woke up Friday morning I had a new perspective on life. Sex was even better than it was cracked up to be and I was going to be sure to get my fair share. After we showered together (just caressing, no real sex) we planned out the day.

"Yesterday was all about introducing you to the fun part of sex," Brian smiled. "Today will be fun, but more clinical too. I'll teach you all of the fine points so that you'll be able to experience the full range of sexual pleasures and please your husband to the ultimate."

I was a more than willing pupil. While we were at breakfast we made sure the maid made up our room, we went for a walk to digest our food, put out the "Don Not Disturb" sign, and got to work. Brian taught me the best way to stroke and mouth testicles, improved my cock sucking technique, and gave me an A+ on my "midterm" when I sucked both of his balls into my mouth at the same time and ran my tongue over one and then the other. I learned how to effectively bang back when being fucked doggy, how to grind when riding cowgirl, and how to pulsate my vaginal muscles. 

For the latter Brian was as diplomatic as he could be while making it clear that I needed work -- I couldn't pulse my vaginal muscles worth a darn. 

By inserting a finger into my vagina as clinically as he could he identified the muscles that I needed to exercise. He called them "the pubococcygeus muscles of the pelvic floor," and showed me some basic kegel exercises to tone them. He wrote down the name of a product he suggested I get that would greatly facilitate exercising the appropriate muscles, and told me that if I exercised twice a day, six days a week, within a year my husband would be the most sexually satisfied guy on the planet.

We experimented, sucked, fucked, and experimented some more all day Friday, taking time at lunch only to eat a few handfuls of trail mix, but keeping well hydrated. There was only one downer. Several times Brian had to take calls from his brother on his cellphone, and seemed sad after each.

At dinner Brian told me that his brother's divorce had just become final that day and that his brother was devastated. He hadn't had sex in six months, and despite the fact that Brian never liked his ex-wife, his brother had been devoted to her.

"Did she run around on him?" I asked.

"No; she was a bitch, not a tramp, but he was devastated nevertheless. I hate to ask this, but would you mind if he had dinner with us tomorrow night. I really think he needs to be with people."

"Of course not, please ask him."

Friday night Brian had me practice my cowgirl riding techniques, and Saturday morning my doggy-bang-back skills. He said I got As in both, and I was quite sure he wasn't exaggerating given how his eyes rolled back in his head and the expletives that came from his mouth as he orgasmed.

We had another practice session after lunch, then went for a swim and boat ride, and got ready for an early dinner; I met Brian's brother about 5:30 p.m.

Bill sure looked like Brian's brother. He had the same blond hair and blue eyes, and was even a little taller. Bill didn't have quite the muscle tone Brian did, but had a very handsome face. I quickly warmed up to him since it was easy to see that he was genuinely kind and sensitive. While we had a great time at dinner, you could see the hurt behind his eyes, and as I returned from the washroom before dessert I overheard him telling Brian he didn't think he'd ever get laid again since he had no self-confidence.

After dinner the three of us went on a carriage ride, and then took a long walk. About 9:30 or 10:00 I took Brian aside. I asked him if it would help Bill's confidence if he fucked me. I was as stunned at what I said as Brian was; I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth. Three days earlier I was a sex-starved pathetic neophyte and now I was acting like a sex therapist; that wasn't part of "The Plan."

When Brian regained his composure he said, "Yeah, uh sure, if you're OK with it. Let's invite Bill up to our room and you can take it from there. Let's see what you've learned."

Bill thought it was a little odd that we invited him for a night cap when I didn't drink at all, and Bill and Brian were satisfied with one beer each at dinner. But it was clear that he didn't want the night to end so he gratefully accepted.

When we got up to our room I didn't waste any time. As Bill sat in a chair I slowly but purposefully disrobed. His eyes got as big as saucers when he saw my tits and bugged entirely out of his head when he saw my cunt. I pulled him out of his chair and started kissing him and undoing his buttons and belt. He glanced over at Brian for approval, and saw him almost naked with his hand down his boxers. After I got all of Bill's clothes off I knelt and started sucking his cock.

His dick was almost identical to Brian's but without the upward curve, and his balls were much heavier and low hanging. I pinched his ball sack and played with his testicles as I ran my tongue over every part of his cock. Once he was harder than a rock I stood up, put my hands on the top of a chair, and stuck my ass out at him.

Bill needed no verbal invitation. He stroked my already wet cunt until it was dripping, and then slowly impaled himself. His technique was vastly different than Brian's. While Brian pumped furiously, Bill was slow and deliberate, pulling his dick all the way out and then slowly reinserting it with each reciprocation. While I liked Brian's technique more, there was a lot to be said for Bill's too, and certainly it was going to make our fuck last longer.

After watching Bill fuck me for at least five minutes, Brian couldn't take it anymore. He stood in front of me, moved my hands from the chair back to his hips, and stuck his upright cock in front of my mouth. It looked scrumptious so I took it into my mouth and started sucking it, much to his enjoyment.

After a deliciously long passage of time I finally could feel Bill tensing up, and Brian tensed at almost the same time. I tried to move my mouth away from Brian's cock, but he gently pushed my head toward him. Even though I could have pulled away, obviously Brian didn't want me to so I thought I would see what would happen.

What happened was that both unloaded in me at the same time. I had never before sucked Brian off completely, and his cum hitting the back of my throat felt weird, but I continued to furiously suck as the stream of joy juice that Bill was blasting into me lit me up like a Christmas tree.

Later, as the three of us lay in bed with me in the middle, all of us wiped out, as Brian was turning off the last light Bill whispered into my ear "You've got to have the best pussy in the world -- that was amazing." 

"WOW!" I thought to myself, "from clumsy neophyte to amazing in three and a half days! You can be proud, girl!"

I was fucked twice during the night. Though I'm not positive since it was so dark I couldn't see, I'm quite sure it was once by each guy since one of the fucks was intense and powerful, and the other slow and gentle. I woke up a happy camper.

About an hour before we were to check out on Sunday morning, as I exited the shower a naked and hard Brian approached me. "The last lesson you need is in tit-fucking. With breasts like yours it would be a shame not to use them to get your husband off. We have time -- want to try?"

I had no idea how to perform a tit fuck and after all this was supposed to be a learning experience, so how could I refuse. I thought it was a little unusual when Brian lay me on the bed so that my crotch was at the edge of the mattress, but once he straddled me and rubbed lotion over my boobs and his cock I didn't think about that any more. He gently talked me through how to squeeze my big boobs together to capture his dick as he slowly moved back and forth, and told me it would increase his pleasure if I licked his slit whenever it came near my mouth.

Tit fucking was really fun. I was surprised at how good it felt for me, and how it definitely put Brian in nirvana. Then things changed dramatically. I had forgotten all about poor Bill, but he hadn't forgotten about me. I suddenly felt my legs lifted and my heels put on Bills shoulders. Then I felt his helmet stroking up and down on my labia as he thumbed my clit. When he plunged his dick all the way in the combination of the fullness in my crotch and the pleasuring of my tits gave me my first orgasm. I had two more before Brian sprayed cum all over my neck and chest, and then Bill rinsed out my vagina once again.

When Brian dropped me off at our rendezvous point early Sunday evening I gave him a passionate squeeze and thanked him profusely. He gave me two ultimate compliments. One was that Bill told him I was the best fuck of his life by a mile, and the second was when he asked for my real name and phone number so that we could hook up again.

"Brian, I'm really flattered. You have awakened me sexually. For me, however, this was just about awakening and learning. I did this for my husband as much as for me, and he is the only one who is going to benefit from your excellent instruction."




Sex Ed After Marriage



With a wistful smile Brian responded, "I understand. That was the deal. If you ever change your mind Jezebel will know how to contact me."

Luke and I got home at about the same time, and greeted each other warmly. We had agreed never to talk about our excursions, and by the looks on our faces there was no need to. We both had big shit eating grins permanently plastered on our faces. We prepared dinner together, ate with great merriment, watched what was for us a bold TV show while cuddling, and then went to bed -- naked. We both had sore parts and muddled brains, so there was no activity that night. The next day was entirely different.

When I got home from work on Monday a little before 6:00 Luke was already there -- early for him. He smashed his lips against mine and then literally tore my clothes off (thankfully it wasn't one of my new outfits). He carried me to bed while still passionately kissing me, bounced me on the mattress, pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and got into a 69 position. He feverishly tongued my clit and fingered my pussy as I did my best to suck his entire cock into my mouth. Actually seeing it hard for the first time I realized that it was slightly thinner than Brian's and Bill's were, but about an inch longer and with a slight downward curvature.

After Luke brought me to one screaming orgasm, he turned me onto my hands and knees, shoved his dick up my channel, and started moving his cock in and out at light speed. I banged back, which he seemed to like. In doggy position the slight downward curvature of his dick caused the helmet to rub against my G-spot, each stroke causing my brain to flood my body with endorphins. Soon he injected a nice load into me as we climaxed almost simultaneously and then collapsed onto the bed.

When we recovered I laughed at him and said "You've still got your shirt on and your pants around your ankles."

"Sorry," he sheepishly replied, "I was excited."

"I figured that out," I giggled.

After he removed all of his clothes we just lay there grinning at each other like a couple of possums. Finally he spoke with a wide smile: "I think that was a little better than our previous sexual encounters."

"A little," I laughed as I stuck my tongue in his mouth then moved my mouth to his dick, sucked him hard again, and rode him with my best cowgirl techniques.

While wonderful, the sex with Luke the first few days was not as physically great as it had been with Brian, but in view of my emotional attachment was overall an even better experience. By the end of the second week as we continued our mink impersonations the sex was not only better emotionally than with Brian, but physically as well. I was finally sure that I was, in fact, in love with Luke.

Now fast forward to the present, six and a half years after our sexual excursions. 

Sorry to disappoint those of you who thought or hoped that our marriage would fall apart, I would become a slut or whore, and/or Luke would fuck anything in a skirt. We fucked only each other, and except in my worst stages of pregnancy and recovery from pregnancy at least four times a week, with much oral stimulation as well. By doing my exercises religiously using the device Brian suggested it took me only six months before my pubococcygeus muscles were so toned, and my control over them so precise, that I could milk every last drop of cum out of Luke's dick even without us banging each other.

When our now four year old daughter and two year old son reach puberty, they are going to get Sex Ed, and will not go through a frustrating first year of marriage like Luke and I did. Then again, whenever I think back to my own Sex Ed excursion a smile appears on my face, and my panties get moist.