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Sex Lessons

By: jimewest



It was the '50s. Sex, drugs and rock 'n Roll! Well, not exactly. Oh, Rock 'n Roll (what our parents, grandparents and ministers called "Devil's Music", and the rednecks called "Jungle-Bunny Music") was king, of course. But we'd just finished our Senior year in High School, sex was unknown (although we suspected Mike and Beverly were having sex, since they'd been steadies since 7th grade) and we didn't know anyone who used drugs in our little suburban school, where there were about a hundred students per class. The sophomore class was the largest, they had about 110 classmates.

Jim, Bill and I (Bob) were jocks. We'd known each other about all our lives, and worked together well as a defensive backfield. While not oversized, we were lean, mean, built for speed, and liked tackling. We were set to become the defensive backfield at our local Junior College next year. We were also all three pretty good wrestlers, and expected to start on the wrestling team next year.

We were a happy-go-lucky trio, always hanging around together, laughing and cutting up, and desperately horny, like all teenagers I ever knew. We all had our driver's licenses, and really enjoyed the freedom they provided, when we could borrow the family car, since none of us had one. Most often, we could get Jim's mom's car, since she didn't use it much. His dad got killed in Korea, and although his mom worked, she belonged to a car-pool and only drove to work in the city once a week, and rarely went anywhere at night. As long as we paid to fill it up with gas, we could pretty much have her '53 Chevy any time we wanted.

One weekend, we set off on Friday night, the three of us, in Jim's mom's car, to visit Bill's big brother, Dan, who was a senior in college at the state university, about 80 miles away. Dan was cool, an All-American halfback, set to go into the NFL next year, and didn't have the condescending attitude toward high school students you'd expect out of a college senior. He was a genuinely nice guy. He had an off-campus apartment, and we'd crash on his couch, chair, and one of us on the floor in a sleeping bag. 

We were in for a mind-boggling, life-altering experience. Her name was Chloe. We met her when we arrived at Dan's apartment, late, after getting lost trying to find it. Dan came to the door, and this diminutive, gamin-like creature was right behind him. Dan introduced her as Chloe, his girlfriend. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white dress shirt several sizes too big, and saddle oxfords. She was very pretty, with dark hair in a pony-tail, bright, sparkling dark eyes and a big smile on her tiny face. She was about 5 foot nothin' and petite. She gave us each a firm handshake as we were introduced around, and said she was a freshman. 

Dan said he was starved, and he'd treat us to pizza, so we set out for the local pizza joint. Chloe was perky and lively and very flirtatious, and very physical, rubbing on Dan's arms & chest, and below the table, but also flirting with all three of us, and any other man who was around. Dan just smiled a lot.

Dan picked up a six-pack and back at the apartment we each had one beer before Chloe excused herself, said good night and went into the bedroom. Back then, you could legally drink beer at 18. Dan followed soon after. We were trying to get settled and sleep when the sounds of love-making started from the bedroom, with lots of moans, groans and squeals. I was aroused, and obviously so were Bill & Jim. After all, it was the fifties. A live-in girlfriend was almost unheard-of. Once we finally got to sleep, I know I had a wet dream, and suspect the others did too. Their lovemaking went on for what seemed like hours, before it finally got quiet.

Next morning, Dan woke us with the sounds of his fixing breakfast, and the three of us joined him for bacon, eggs and toast. We sat and talked for awhile before Dan started bragging about all the college girls and how pretty, sexy and friendly they were. He asked about the high school girls, and shook his head, "They were all a bunch of prudes when I was in high school." We assured him it was still the same, and that none of us had gotten laid yet. We admitted how they'd tease you and then leave you with a bad case of aching blue-balls and think nothing of it.

Dan said he had a meeting with the coaching staff and some recruiters and would be gone all morning. Chloe hadn't made an appearance yet. Dan told us to do whatever we wanted, look over the campus, and he'd be back that afternoon sometime. He gave us a funny grin as he told us "Enjoy yourselves," and left. 

We cleaned up the kitchen and were sitting around in our boxer shorts when the bedroom door opened. Chloe leaned against the door jamb with one knee raised, tousseled her long, dark hair, and whispered, "Good Morning." 

She was naked! She was totally, gloriously nature-child unashamedly naked! You have to remember, it was the fifties. Girls dressed in blouses buttoned to the chin, usually with a sweater over that, skirts to their ankles, and about ten pounds of underwear. Except for the occasional "sex-kitten" look of a long-sleeve, high-necked sweater that was a little tight, none of us had ever seen more than girls in one-piece bathing suits (a big treat) before Chloe. Damn! I mean, ... well... Damn! 

She let us stare for a long minute before bouncing over to each of us, perching her twitchy little butt on our laps, and giving us a big titty-rubbing-against-our chest kiss, with another individual "good morning". We were thunder-struck! Each of us finally muttered a good morning back, somehow, and Chloe parked in a chair, tucked her feet up in the chair with her, and asked if there was any coffee left. We stumbled all over each other, and ourselves, getting her a cup, because we were staring at her perky, nice-size titties and hairless, smooth, firm body. Damn! She was gorgeous! "I don't wear clothes in private much," she explained, "only when I go out in public." None of us had seen a grown woman naked before, and our mouths were hanging open, and our eyes couldn't take in enough. Chloe giggled, "You look like you've never seen a girl naked before." We admitted it was true. She giggled again, "Yeah, I heard you talking with Dan while I was waking up." She giggled again, and told us her story.

"It all started," she began, "when my parents took a week's vacation to Las Vegas. They were prudes, like most parents, and didn't think Vegas was a proper place for a teenaged girl to go, and didn't want me to miss a week of school, so I was left with mom's brother, Al, whose wife had died." Chloe was absent-mindedly rubbing one plump breast with her fingers while she drank some coffee.

She continued, "My weird uncle Al had been without sex for about eight months, after what he told me later was a very satisfying sex life with his wife. The first night at his house, he came to my bedroom, stripped off my nightgown, and made gentle, sensitive love to me. Then he spent the rest of the week teaching me how to fuck." 

Our mouths dropped open even more. We'd never heard the "F***" word out of a woman's mouth before. Chloe giggled and went on, "He taught me about every position and location you can have sex in, and most of the plain-and-fancy perversions that go along with it." She paused and sipped coffee. "And I loved it, I loved it all. I loved making love, I loved fucking. I loved sucking. I loved running around naked and showing off my body. And"...another pause..." I've been an unrepentant nymphomaniac ever since." She giggled again at the expressions on our faces.

She sipped her coffee again, and asked, "You guys got any cash?" We fumbled a little and told her we had a little. We'd each brought enough to get us through the weekend, pay for meals and gasoline, etc. "Tell you what, I'm a little short on funds," Chloe went on, "for twenty bucks each, I'll teach you how to fuck just about any girl you want. That's pretty cheap tuition." We quickly agreed and coughed up $60. That was a lot of money back in the fifties. Chloe nodded, and took me and Bill by the hand, waving at Jim to come along. "Come into my classroom," she said, leading us back into the bedroom. 

Jim frowned, "What about Dan?" he asked. 

"Trust me, he won't mind," answered Chloe, "I keep him plenty satisfied. He knows me, and we don't have any serious commitment, with him going off to play pro football next year."

She bounced on the bed, and said, "O.K. guys, get naked." We shed our boxer shorts hesitantly. "Hummm... impressive," Chloe murmured. We all blushed.

"Rule #1," Chloe announced, "cleanliness is next to godliness. Go take a shower and brush your teeth." We hesitated, and she urged, "You heard me, go on... girls don't like stink." So we went into the bathroom and took showers and brushed our teeth.

We came back into the bedroom to find Chloe rubbing her fabulous body. "Rule #2," she announced, "never have sex without a condom. And I mean never. You don't want to make unwanted babies or catch some disease." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms. "I buy 'em by the case," she giggled. She opened one, showed us inside-from-outside, and slid it on Jim's cock (we'd all been hard since she came into the kitchen). Then she handed one to Bill and had him put it on himself. The third, she opened and said, "Once a girl learns, this is the best way." She put the condom in her little mouth, leaned down and took my cock between her lips and slid it down my cock with her mouth. I gasped and groaned. I'd never felt anything so soft, warm and wet! Chloe looked up with a smile as she gave my cock a couple of strokes with her little hand. We were seriously impressed, especially me.

"Rule #3," Chloe announced, "Foreplay. Never have sex until the girl is ready, and that requires foreplay, more for some girls than others, especially at first. An over-riding rule is never stick your dick in a dry hole. If it's not lubricated and slicked-up, it won't be pleasant for either of you." She stretched out on her back, and got one of them on either side, which left me sitting on the edge of the bed. Chloe assured me I wouldn't be left out.

"Rule #4," Chloe said, "First base -- kissing." She went on to demonstrate, firm but soft, especially at first, then a little licking, which leads to full-out French, and kissing not only on the lips, but on the face, neck, shoulders, ears, slowly, gently, but firmly. She demonstrated back and forth awhile. She kept admonishing, "Don't rush it."

"Rule #5," she said, "Second base -- boobs." "Don't grab," she admonished, "gently, slowly, sensuously, and listen for the girl's response. If you squeeze too hard, you can hear it and feel it." She let them slide their hands down to her perky tittles and play with them awhile, then made Jim swap off with me for a turn. I bent and sucked one puffy nipple, and she pulled Bill's mouth down to the other. By this time her taut little belly was convulsing, and her hips twitching. She was very responsive. "Some times, depending on the girl," she admonished, "it's better to swap second base and third base. Some girls get all up tight about having their boobs played with, and respond better to more direct stimulation. Don't think you have to suck her boobs before you go to third base."

"Rule #6," she announced, "Third base -- pussy stimulation. Work up to it," she demonstrated with our hands, "slide your hands around on her thighs, lower tummy, especially here," she showed us the sensitive spot in the leg and hip joint, "and finally down to here." She slid our hands up and down her slit. Removing our hands, she spread her slick little pussy lips wide and pointed. "This is the clitoris, or clit. It has more nerve endings than anywhere else, so it's very delicate. Start with really, really light touches, and get very gradually firmer." She pulled Jim up between her legs and used his hand to demonstrate. He'd no more than begun to touch her when she squealed a loud, little-girl kind of squeal and juices dripped from her cute little slit as her tummy jerked and her hips wriggled. Her face turned red, and then her neck, then her chest. She slumped back, gasping. "And that was an orgasm," she giggled, "the best feeling in the world. Let me rest a minute." After she caught her breath, asked for and received a coke and had a couple of swallows, she continued.

"Rule # 7," she continued, "eating pussy." She paused at the looks on our faces. "If you really, really want to get a girl hot, licking pussy is mandatory. Most of them have been taught it's nasty, and so is dick sucking, but it's not, and once you've done it, they change their minds. Let me put it this way... if you don't eat pussy, even I can take your girlfriend away from you." She paused again. "And I don't even have a dick!" she giggled a long time at that one. 

"Do it the same way as with your hands," she pulled Bill's head down to her plump thigh, "work up to it, lick around it, then up and down it, then the clit." She was breathing heavily when Bill got to this point, when she gave a hip-jerk and pulled back. "I'm already too worked up for this," she murmured, "another minute and I'm gonna cum again." Hearing this, Bill went to sucking on her clit, and, sure enough, she turned red from the top down, face, then neck, then shoulders and chest, her tummy convulsed, she shivered all over, gave a couple of little gasps, then an ear-splitting squeal, and had another orgasm, much larger than the first. Bill looked up with her juices all over his mouth and chin. "Good move," she gasped at Bill, her hands tangled in his hair, "don't ask for permission, just go for it." She gasped for awhile, until she got her breath back. "Be assertive, not aggressive," she instructed, "go for it, unless she stops you, but don't be rough or move too fast, or she will stop you."

"Despite all the evidence," she gasped, "we have Kinsey's report and Playboy magazine telling us good girls enjoy sex, but you can bet their mommas have told them otherwise. Most girls are taught sex is something men like and women have to put up with as their "wifely duty." "I'm here to tell you, it just isn't so. Women enjoy sex as much..." she paused for a sip of Coke..."or more than men." 

"Rule # 8," she announced, "fucking." "Same as everything else, assertive, not aggressive at first, gently, and work up to it." "Later on," she instructed, "some girls like it hard and fast, like me, but starting off you need to get things all slicked up and moving right." She motioned me down between her open thighs, and took my hard-as-a-rock cock in her tiny fingers, rubbed it up and down her slit a few times, then into the entrance to her slick little twat. "Push," she instructed. I did, and she squealed and locked her ankles behind my back. "Now, pump in-and-out," she moaned. I did, and her hips started a rhythm that matched my strokes. "Yeah, that's it," she breathed through open lips. Her eyes were sparkly and her face flushed. "Just like that," she moaned. Her eyes closed, and our rhythm quickened. After a couple of minutes, she unlocked her legs and pushed me back. "That's the missionary position," she announced. 

"Now, lay on your back." I did, and she straddled my hips. "This is the cowgirl position," she said, and slid her pussy down my cock for a few strokes. Then she made a little move, pulled partly out, and turned around facing my feet, "and the reverse cowgirl," she moaned, and pumped her cute little butt up-and-down a few more strokes, before crawling off me and on all fours on the bed. "Take me from behind," she moaned, and I got on my knees behind her and slid my cock into her pussy again. "My favorite position," she gasped, "is doggie-style." I gave her a couple of strokes, then she squealed, "Harder, oh, harder, pound my pussy!" I did. She was squealing, "Yes, yes, oh, yes, yes, yes, yes...fuck me... oh, fuck me..." I shot off inside the condom about the same time she squealed really loudly, her pussy tried to cut my dick off, and juices ran out and down both her legs. Wow! That was amazing! I slumped on her back, winded and gasping, as was she. I looked into the wide eyes of Jim and Bill. They were just staring.

"I need a short break," Chloe gasped, "and another Coke." Jim got her one, and we watched her chug-a-lug it.

Once she caught her breath, she crooned, "O.K. -- two more lessons, anal and air-tight." We looked at each other, and her, in amazement. What did she say?

Chloe reached into a drawer in the bed-side table and took out a tube of ointment. We learned later it was called "Anal-Eze", got back on all-fours and motioned to Bill to get behind her. He did. She handed him the tube. "Slide your dick in my pussy to warm it up," she whispered. Bill did, eliciting a jerk of her hips, and a moan. "Now, slick up your fingers with the ointment," she gasped, "and slide one finger in my butt." "Remember the over-riding rule," she admonished, "Never stick your dick in a dry hole." He did as she instructed, eliciting another hip-jerk and another moan. "Now move it around," Chloe whispered. After awhile, she moaned, "Now, add another finger, gently." Another moan when he complied, as Chloe panted. Then her back was hollowing and arching, as she got used to the invaders in her butt. After a little while longer, she gasped, "Now, push your dick against my anus." Bill withdrew his fingers, and put his cock up to her pucker. A little hip-jerk and swirl from Chloe and about half his dick disappeared into her ass-hole. A long sibilant, "Yessssssss..." came from Chloe's lips. They both held still a moment, then Chloe began hollowing and arching her back, pushing back against Bill, until his entire cock was inside her. She moaned, "Yeeeeeesssssssss..." and gave her hips a little swirl. "Some women claim they don't like anal," Chloe said, "but I just adore it." We just looked at each other, and her, in wide-eyed amazement. We'd never even thought of such a thing! It was going to get even better. 

She helped Bill slide his cock in-and-out for awhile, moaning with each thrust. "Don't go from anus to pussy without changing condoms," Chloe warned," A girl can get an awful infection that way." She motioned to Jim. "Lay down on your back," she instructed. He complied, and she positioned him next to them. "Come with me," she whispered over her shoulder to Bill, and she straddled Jim's hips, with Bill's cock still imbedded in her ass. She took Jim's cock in her tiny hand, and fitted it to her pussy. "This is called DP, for double-penetration," she panted, as she slowly lowered herself. Once she hit bottom, she began slowly pumping her hips back and forth, with little hip-twists. "Good, oh, my god, that's good, oh, yes, oh, oh..." she was moaning. Then she motioned me up in front of her. She grasped my cock. And this is air-tight," she moaned, "or triple-penetration, with all my holes filled." She took my cock in her mouth. Then she was pumping, and swirling, and sucking me as she jacked me off. Her moans got louder and louder, giving me the benefit of a real "hummer". Then we were all three pumping into her body, and she was squealing against my cock. Despite having cum shortly before, I didn't last long with all the vibrations on my cock, and I filled the condom again. God! She was amazing!

She kept sucking, and my dick came back hard again. Amazing!

Then Jim was moaning and cumming, then Bill did the same. I shot another load as Chloe squealed her high-pitched squeal and had another orgasm. We all collapsed on the bed, huffing and puffing.

When we got our wind back, Chloe answered all our questions, clearly and openly. Then she got sleepy, so we guys all got cleaned up and dressed and sat around marveling at our experience while Chloe napped.

We didn't know what to expect when Dan came back, about noon. We needn't have worried. Dan was very happy, he'd signed a contract, and gotten a big (well, for back then) signing bonus. He offered to take us to lunch, but Chloe must have heard him come in, as she came running from the bedroom, still naked, jumped up with her arms around Dan's neck and her legs around his waist and gave him a big kiss. When she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Fuck me, baby." Dan carried her into the bedroom and the familiar- by now -- sounds of love-making wafted out. Chloe was amazing!


Sex Lessons For Emily Ch. 1



Emily has lived with her dad, and his brother Bill for the last Five year her mother has been dead. They live outside a small town on a country road with three other family. Across the street from her lives Mr. and Mrs. Butterworth, she sick and in the hospital a lot. He works with her dad and uncle. Next door to them is Mr. Jones, he's single, but has a baby. On weekends the neighbors get together and catch up on the local gossip. This weekend there's a big barbecue. Emily is going to turn 18. She was going to spend time with her grandparents, but decided not to at the last minute. The weekend was here and she was 18 now and her dad gave her a new car. Her Uncle had given her some money. It was after midnight and she was tried so she went up stairs. 

Emily looked out her bedroom window, watching the party. Mrs. Butterworth was there dancing with her husband. Dad, Uncle Bill, and Mr. Jones were all dancing with lady Emily only seen a few times. Emily went downstairs to get something to eat and drink. 

"Emily, your Dad tells me it's your birthday today, Happy 18 Birthday! I was wondering if you could do me favor?" Mr. Jones ask. 

"Sure what?" she said. 

"My niece's baby sitter called to say she needed to go home her mother is sick. Could you take care of Mary for me?" he asked. She told him she would. 

"Great I'll be right back with her and her stuff." he said kissing the top of her head. Emily was getting very tried of the men treating her like a little girl, she turn 18 today. Emily went into the bathroom, and grab her robe. She quickly undress, standing in front of the mirror she looked at her body. Her tits were pretty big, with her slim body and her long brown hair. She cupped her tits. She had a body of a woman when will they see that's she old enough to be treated as an adult.

Frank Jones walk into the house looking for Emily, not seeing her, he went upstairs. Frank stood in the doorway watching Emily, My god she isn't a little girl at all, he thought to himself. He could feel his cock getting hard watching. He was glad that his niece's was sleeping, and not screaming as he walk back down the hallway. 

"Emily where are you?" he call as he walk back up to her door. He saw that she had slip into her robe. 

"Oh there you are. Here she is, My mom is coming around 8-9 to pick Mary up, Oh and she knows she'll be here with you." he said. He needed to get away from her fast or he was going to do something, something he wanted to do very badly. 

"Hey Frank, What happen are you OK?" Ed ask. 

"I don't know how to say this, but as I was dropping off Mary with Emily I walk up to her door and saw her standing in front of her mirror naked, squeezing the biggest set of tits I've seen in a long time Ed. Your daughter has grown into one hot sexy woman, she didn't see me, I went back out into the hallway, and called out to her. I need to find my date, and see if she will give me some relief." Frank told him. 

" I know, Bill and I have had the same thoughts, we all have had them. Tom Butterworth watch her skinny dipping one night, Bill saw her working her fingers up her pussy. And I've watch her boyfriend eating her pussy. I've wanted her my self, but till she show some interest in wanting us we will have to wait. Tonight we have some lady's who will give us some loving. 

Emily played with Mary, feeding, and changing her when she needed to. When the door bell rang, she had Mary all clean and ready to give her to Frank's mother. 

"Thank you my dear for taking care of my granddaughter." Frank's mother said. Emily slip out to sit at the pool and relax. She swam for a while, then layed on the lounge chair. Feeling tried she fell asleep. Something woke Emily up some time later. Sitting up she heard a noise, it sounded like grunts, and groans. Getting up she walk over to the brushes, and saw her dad, and uncle getting their cocks sucked. Then she head someone shout. 

"OH GOD, FUCK ME, YOU BIG STUD." She turned, and walk over to the side of the house, there she saw Mrs. Butterworth getting fucked by Frank, and Mr. Butterworth was fucking her ass.

Frank thought he heard someone, he turn and saw Emily watching, keeping his eyes on her, he started plunging his cock in faster. With his eyes on Emily, Frank's orgasm took him by surprise and he exploded. Emily went back to the pool. She couldn't stop thinking about Frank, She's been thinking about him, and her dad, and sometimes her Uncle Bill. She wonder what it would feel like to have Frank inside her. Her only boyfriend wasn't any help, he kept telling her how to do this and how this was to be done, but he never would show her how. And the one time he ate her pussy, he said his big brother told him how to do it. But she didn't enjoy it much. She was so engross in her thoughts she didn't hear Frank walk up. 

"Hi Emily, How is your birthday turning out for you?" he ask. 

"It's okay I guess, but I wish my father would see me as a grown up, instead of a kid. I'm 18 and I thought I get other things. What happen when you turned 18?" she ask. 

"Well my dad took me out to a whore house and hired one of the girls to teach me about sex. Let me tell you although is was fun I didn't learn anything until I meet up with my best friends older sister, she help me learn things I didn't know. And she gave me a book, that help alot too." he told her. 

" Emily, I know you saw me with The Butterworth's. Did you enjoy watching me fucking her? I know that watching you while I was fucking her had me so turn on that I came to soon, and it made her mad." Frank said laughing. Frank heard her say yes in a soft voice. 

"Hey Frank, come over here and settle this bet." Mr. Butterworth yelled. 

"I'll be back soon." he told her and left. She watched him walk away, then she turned, and walk up to her room. Turning off the lights, she layed down thinking about what Frank had told her. She wondered if he Dad and Uncle would see her differently if she went around the house naked once in a while. 

"Why did you leave honey, I told you I'd be back." Frank said quietly, as he sat down on the bed. 

"I thought you'd get to busy with your lady friend." she said. He got up, and went to the window. He saw Bill, and Ed fucking the lady that came with him. 

"Come here Emily, I want to show you something?" he ask. She walk over to him. 

"Look down there, and tell me what you see." he ask. She looked down at her dad and Uncle fucking Frank's lady. 

"Dad and Uncle Bill are fucking your girlfriend." she told him. 

Standing behind her, Frank put his arms around her. 

"I see your father, and Uncle fucking a lady, who is not my girlfriend. You see I don't have one yet. I also know that your a beautiful, sexy, HOT young lady, and if you had show any interest in me, I would have taken you up on it." he whispers in her ear, places a kiss on her ear. 

"But I don't know how to....." she stammer. 

" How to what Emily?" Frank ask. 

"That" she said pointing. 

"You mean sucking a man's cock?" he asks. She shuck her head yes. Frank took a deep breath. 

"Come with me, I have something that might help you it help me when it was given to me." he said. She followed him to his house. She watch him looking for something, when he found it, he walk over to her. 

" This might help you, but it is very explicit. It shows mostly pictures." he said, handing the book to her. 

" What is it?" she ask. 

"It's a book about sexual positions, and instructions on how to do them." he told her. She thanks him, and ran out the door. He watches her runaway. 

"Just wait Emily, I'll teach you how to suck my cock Honey, and a lot of other things too." he said to the empty room.

Later that night Frank went over to talk to Ed. 

"Ed I need to talk to you." Frank said. 

"I've been waiting for you. Is this about Emily?" Ed ask. 

" Yes it is, Would it up set you if I was the one to teach Emily about sex?" Frank asks. 

" I know It's not something I should ask you, but I..... Well I love her Ed, and I want to be with her." Frank added. 

"Well Frank, Your the third one to ask me that. For awhile I was going to let Bill, because The Butterworth's, he mostly likes it to rough, and I don't want her hurt. I see that you do love her, and so I'll let you. Would you do me a favor and tell her that her Bill, and I would like to be with her too." Ed said. 

" I will tell her, ad that it's alright to want her father and Uncle that way." Frank said. 

Emily had planed a party for all her friends today, it was the only time they all had off. Everybody was having a great time, and Emily was saying goodbye to the ones leaving when Frank showed up. 

"Oh Frank she looks cute in that out fit." Emily said when she saw Mary. Taking her from him, she walk over to her friends. Frank went inside to find Ed. 

"Hi, When will the party be over do think?" Frank ask. 

"Hopefully soon I'm getting to old for all these young people." Ed told him. 

"Hey Frank Mary needs to be changed." Emily said. 

"It's quiet all of a sudden what happen?" asked her dad. 

"Oh Stacy's mom finely showed up to take the rest of the girls home. Thank you Dad, it was a wonderful party." she said hugging her dad. 

"Frank, Hey Frank." someone yelled. 

"That's mom got to go, Oh Emily Come over later, I have a something for you." Frank said, running out the door. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed your party Emily, Now I'm off to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." he said, hugging her. She place a kiss on his lips, and slip her tongue for a second. She watch him walk away. 

Emily went up stairs to change out of her bathing suit, she puts on her robe. It was to hot for clothes, beside's she was just going down to the pool to swim in the nude. That's where Frank found her. 

"Hi, mind if I join you?" he ask. She said she didn't care, he couldn't see anything. They swam for an hour. 

"Emily come over to my house, I want to show you something. It's okay, I'll close my eyes if you want me to." he said. She shrugged her shoulders and got out slipping on her robe. She walks with him. 

"Have a seat, I'll be right back Honey." he said. She looked around the room, seeing the pictures of his family and friends. Se saw the computer, and it had a web site, showing a girl sucking a cock while two other guys have their cocks in her at the same time. 

Frank walk into the room, seeing Emily over by his computer, he walks over and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. With his arms around her, he tap the keys, and she watch the picture change to a close up of the guy getting his cock suck. He kiss her ear. 

"Would you like me to teach you how to suck my cock Honey?" he whispers. 

"Yes" she whispers. He shut down the computer, holding her hand he takes her upstairs to his room. Closing the door behind them, he takes her over to the bed. He sits down, opening her robe, moves his hands up to her shoulders, caressing her arms as he slides her robe off. Holding her hands he pulls her closer, and puts them on his chest. Moving his hands up to her shoulders, he pushes her to her knees. 

"Your so beautiful Emily, I've been waiting for you to turn 18 for a log time, you make me so hard looking at you." he told her. 

He holds her tits, rubbing, squeezing, and pinching her nipples. He lowers his head, and licks them. He heard her moans. 

"Mmmmm, wonderful, but we have all night. Take me in your hands....... ooooooo baby, gentle rub your hands up and down my cock.....Mmmm, yes that's right baby.......mmmmm, when your ready, I want you to kiss, and lick him." he told her. Emily like the feel of him in her hands, she look up at him, and saw that he had his eyes close. She licks her lips, and reaches out her tongue and licks his cockhead. 

"MMMMM" Frank groans. Holding his balls in one hand, she uses her other hand to hold his cock. She opens her mouth, and encloses his cock in her mouth. 

"AAAGGGHHH!!!" he grunts. She backs off. 

"OH GOD BABY, PLEASE DON'T STOP, IT FEELS SOOOOO, GOOD." he said. She puts her mouth back on his cock, and she sucks him. With his encouragement she keeps sucking his cock. 

"OH SWEET BABY, EMILY I'M GOING TO CUM HONEY, YOU BETTER TAKE ME OUT, OH GOD, HERE IT COMES BABY!!" he cries out. Pulling her on top of him and laying back on his bed. He wraps his legs around her, and kisses her. 

" I want inside you, Emily. May I put my cock in your pussy, I want to buried myself so deeply in you and not come back out till I plant a baby in you, Would you like to have a baby with me?" he ask. 

"Oh yes please Frank, yes, Please fuck me, plant your baby deep inside me." she said. He rolled her under him, he kisses her lips using his tongue, moving down to take her nipples, taking them in his mouth, and sucking into hard little beads. He moves down lower still, and kisses, and licks her pussy. He slides his finger in while, he sucks on her pussy. He holds her ass, to keep her from moving away from his mouth. She was so hot and wanting him inside. 

"OH, GOD, FRANK, I'M, CUMMING!!!" she screams. He moves up to kiss her, rolling her on top. 

"Oh baby I love doing that. Did you like it? We can do again, but now I have to get inside you." he ask. 

"Oh yes Frank, it was wonderful, will it always be like that." she asks. 

"It will be different with every man who dose that, but with me it will always will be like that." he told her. 

"When can we do it again?" she ask. 

"After I fuck you, we can do it again and you can suck me while I do that. Climb up here, and ease my cock inside you." he said. He held his cock for her, feeling her enclose him inside her, he knew he would never give her up. He had to fight for control, he wanted to last for a long time. He was only a quarter of the way in her when she stop. 

" You'll have to drop down hard Honey, When your ready relax, and drop." he told her. 

Emily took a deep breath, and let her body go. 

"AAAGGGHHHH!!" she cried out. Frank pulls her close to him. 

"It's okay baby, stay still till your ready. Oh baby, you feel so good, so hot." he whispers. 

"Oh Frank I didn't know it could feel like this." she said. Lifting her hips up and down, she could feel every inch of his 9 inch cock. She felt full with him inside her, and she was getting tried. He knew she was getting tried, and he couldn't take her going slow much longer, he wanted to cum, to plant his baby deep inside, but he also wanted it to be good for her, he had to wait for her to cum first. 

" Oh god Frank please, I want you on top of me." she said. 

"Oh baby I'm trying to go slow, but you make me so hard." he said. He rolls, and grab her ass, and as gentle as he could he moves in her. 

"OH GOD FUCK ME, HARDER FRANK, OH YES, FASTER." she yelled. The harder he fuck, the harder she moved, he couldn't hold back any more he had to fuck her faster. He knew it was a matter of seconds before his orgasm hit, he reach down, and rubbing his finger on her pussy. They exploded together. 

Still deep inside her, Frank takes her with him as he lays back. 

"Emily It's never felt like that before." he said. 

"That book you gave me. It shows all kinds of things, I'd like to try them." she said. 

"Oh baby, we will try them, and a lot more. Have you ever thought about having sex with your Dad and Uncle." he ask. 

" Yes, but I don't think they would be interested in that." she said. 

"Oh boy baby, are you in for a surprise. Emily your Daddy knows your here. I ask his permisson to teach you about making love and about sex. And they both would love to have you in their beds." he told her. 

"I don't have to tonight do I?" she asks. 

"Oh no baby tonight your mine. We will plan a night when you can have them, as long as I'm with you too." he said. 

"Good I want to get some sexy clothes to wear for them, oh and you too." she told him. 

" We can do that on my computer." he said. 

"Right now?" she ask. He nodded his head yes. 

"Show me, please?" she asks. 

Frank sat in front of his computer, putting her on his lap. Punching keys, he found the web site. He put in his ID and password. Up pops a show of women wearing all kinds of sexy clothes. 

"I'd like to see you in these two." he said. Pointing them out to her. Something called a bodysuit. 

" A sheer black Bodycover with spilt cortch." she read. 

"Okay lets order that one." she told him. 

"This is the other one, I think your Dad and Bill will love this." he said. It was a French Maid, they order that one to. Frank punch a lot more keys and a page came up saying that the order would be here overnight. 

"Why overnight, I thought it takes time when you order by mail." she asks. 

"Most time it dose, but I paid extra money to get it here tomorrow afternoon." he told her. 

"Now how would you like to make love sitting here, watching a movie." he asked. 

"Yes" she said. He reach up, to cup her tits. Squeezing her tits. He kiss the side of her neck. 

"Watch the screen baby, mmmmmm, feels good doesn't it, I know I like having you on my lap, wiggly some baby." he whispers. She move her ass, over his lap. She could his every moan and groan. His hand move down, caressing her tummy, lightly moving over her pussy hair. 

"OOOOOOO, OH FRANK WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME/" she moan. 

"I'm loving you Baby, just loving you." he said. He lifted her up enough to slip his cock in her pussy. She pushes down unto him, twisting and grinning her hips. 

"Keep that up Baby and I'm going to cum now, instead of later after I give you a good ride." he said. She slows down a little, but she to go faster. 

"Watch the screen again. See the lady getting her ass fuck. How would you like to try that later tonight?" he asks.

Frank woke up alone, turning over he found a note from her. 

"Hi, Baby, I'm sorry I had to leave your bed so early, but I had to go home and get ready for work. I'll see you when you get home, love Emily" he read. He spend the hours doing the books for the company. When the clock bells ring at 5, he turns off the computer. Frank watches her from his bedroom window. He see that she's enjoying the pool. Ed and Bill will not be home till after six. [the door bells rings] He goes to answer it. 

Emily seen the truck pull in, when it left she ran over to his house. "Is it here Frank?" she asks. 

"You can't wait, can you Baby, Well come and see what we have." he said. Following him inside, she saw the he had a tight, bulge in his pants. 

"What were you doing before the truck came?" she asks. 

" I was watching you and wishing I was with you." he said. 

"Ooooo look it comes with a matching robe, I think I'll wear this for them tonight, but I'll save the other for you." she said. He kiss her, and she ask him if he would like to join her in the pool. He told her, he would meet her in 15 minutes. Emily ran back to her house and drop the stuff on the chair. Frank join her with a bottle of wine. They toasted to the night ahead of them.

Emily shower and dress carefully. At 9, she walk down stairs. Frank watch her come down, then her dad and Bill turn to watch.



Sex Lessons For Emily Ch. 2



Ed and Bill watch Emily come down the stairs. They couldn't take their eyes off her. Frank knew what she had plan, but when she got closer, he was when she turn to him, sliding her robe off and dropping it to the floor. 

"Oh lord help us when the men find out she's all grown up." Bill said. 

"Oh no Uncle Bill, you see I'm getting married." she said, showing them her big Diamond ring. 

"Now who are you going to marry Emily." Bill asks. 

"Let's talk about that later, Bill I want see what else Emily wants from us." Ed said. 

"Oh Daddy I'm so glad you ask. Mmmmm. I think I want you guys to get naked." she told them. Taking a seat next to Frank, she watch them taking off their clothes. When Ed was done, he turn to his daughter, proudly showing her his large, hard cock. Both her dad and Uncle had large cocks, but they didn't beat Frank's, but she wanted them just the same. 

"Come over here and let me suck on yours daddy." she said. Ed walk over and put his cock against her mouth. She lick the cum that was sitting there. Her hands came up then and cup his balls. She lick her way down to his balls, sucking them into her mouth. 

"OH SWEET FUCKING GOD......SUCK ME." Ed grunted. She lick her way back up and took him into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down on his cock. He couldn't hold back, his cock stiffen and exploded. 

"O GOD BABY, I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!!" Ed cried out. He barely made it back to his seat. Frank got up and walk over to rug and laid down. Emily stood over him, Frank help her down. She move down unto his cock. Once he's deeply buried inside her, she leans over Frank kissing him. 

"Oh Daddy fuck my ass." she said. When she look up, in front of her on the couch was Bill. 

"Oh my Uncle Bill you have a very hard cock. Would you like me to suck on him, and make him even harder?" she asks. Bill couldn't talk he nodded his head yes. Emily reach out to hold Bill's cock. She took him into her mouth. Ed watch Emily sucking on Bill's cock, then he'd look at her ass, he bent down and lick her ass. he reach over to grab the tube of K Y, he squeeze some onto his cock, rubbing it all over, then he rubbed some into her ass. He pushes his cock into her asshole, thrusting, pulling out, and thrusting again. 

"OH BABY, YOUR ASS SO FUCKING TIGHT." Ed groans. Emily push her ass back unto her dad's cock. Bill had his cock buried in her throat when he exploded. 

"Oh god Emily, your sucking me so fucking good, suck me, Oh god yes, SUCK ME." Bill groaned. As Bill was cumming in her mouth, her dad was screaming he was coming. 

"OH GOD BABY I'M CUMMING!!" her dad scream. 

"OOOOOO, FRANK FEELS SO GOOD." she cries out. 

"Bill do you want to fuck her ass?" Frank ask. Bill said yes, and move behind her and plunge his cock into her ass. 

"OH GOD YES FUCK ME FUCK ME UNCLE BILL FUCK MY ASS." Emily cried out. Bill love her tight ass so much he pounded his cock into her hard, when he felt his cock stiffen, he thrust deeply in her ass and exploded. Frank and Emily had their orgasm with him. 

"Oh baby, Thank you for letting us fuck you. Both Bill and I have wanted to make love to you for a long time." her dad said.

"Yes Honey, I love having my cock inside you, but now that your getting married, we wont be getting any more of your ass or pussy for us to love." Bill said. She walk over to them and gave each a kiss. 

"Oh my We will have to get a bigger bed, big enough for the three of us." she said. Ed and Bill was shock at what she told them. 

"I think that's a wonderful idea love, but I think we should have your dad and Bill build the bed. I think now we should go to the pool to cool off." Frank said. They went outside and played in the water. 

"So who are you marring Emily? I know of no man who would want to share you with any man let alone your father and me." Bill ask. She swam up to him and kiss him, she knew her dad knew who she was marring. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she ease her pussy onto his hard cock. 

"Oh sweet god baby what are you doing to me. Your pussy so hot on my cock."Bill groan. 

"Oh Uncle Bill I'm getting married to Frank, so we all will be having a wonderful time fucking, sucking, and kissing for the rest of our lives." she said. Over the next three months Ed and Bill build the bed, and Emily and Frank were married. Emily wasn't feeling well, so she went to the Doctor. An hour later she sat in the Doctors office. He told her she was pregnant about three months along he thought. Emily drove home in shock. Sitting in her driveway, just thinking about the time when Frank had said he was going to plant his baby inside her. And now she was having a baby. Getting out of the car she didn't see Frank, but he saw her. Concern for her he ran over to her. 

"Emily what's wrong Honey, what is it?" he ask. She looks up at him, seeing his love for her in his eyes. 

"Frank take me home and make love to me, then I'll tell you." she said. Frank pick her up and carried her to his bed. He laid her down taking off her clothes. He stood up and look at his wife, seeing her made him hot and hard. She lean over and took his cock into her mouth. Sucking his cock help her get her thoughts together. Frank pull out and laid down with her. She caress his face. 

"I love you with all my heart Frank." she said. He ease on top of her spreading her legs he ease his cock into her. 

"Mmmmmm, feels so good having you in me. This is where we started three months ago." she said. 

"Yes I know, I reminder every delicious movement inside your body." he said. 

"Oh Frank We're having a baby, I'm three months pregnant." she told him. He look up at her and down to her tummy and back up to her eyes. His hands move to her tummy. 

"A Baby, we're having a Baby?" he ask. She nodded her head yes. 

"Oh Emily I'm going to make love to you so slow you'll go out of your mind." he told her. He did, she watch and felt every move he made inside her. They climax together when he kiss her. 

"Frank that was so intense, I've never had an orgasm that powerful before." she said. 

"Just you wait till your dad and Bill find your going to have a baby." he said. Emily got up and went downstairs to fix dinner. Frank shower and dress in his robe join her in the kitchen. 

"We home." Ed and Bill said as they open the door. 

"Mmmmm, dinner wont be done for an hour an half. Why don't we go into the living room, I want someone's hard hot cock. Do I have any?" she ask. 

"I have one just for you little girl." Bill said. He walk over to her and unzip his pants, pulling his cock. She lick, kiss, and suck his cock for about 10 minutes. 

"Keep him hard Uncle Bill." she said as she took him out of her mouth. She reach over and unzip her dad's pants, pulling out his cock she suck him for 10 minutes too.



Sex Lessons for Six Naked Schoolgirls



'Welcome girls to our Medical Practice. Please follow me,' Dr John suggested. And six girls in their final year of high school followed him, like a line of ducklings follow their mother.

John, an athletic-looking man in his late 20s, closed the door as they all took a place sitting on the floor of the largest of the consulting rooms.

'I think it is wonderful that your school has organised this 'life' day. I understand other groups are with people such as social workers, in the hospital, at the ambulance station, with clergymen, with the police, and lots of other places to learn a little more about life. And here you are with a doctor -- probably the most boring of all the options you were given!' John said.

'My name is John. Please just call me John today. And if you could each take one of these name tags and write your first name on it, then I'll know exactly who you are.'

'And, so I can appreciate who I am dealing with, I'd like you to take this little piece of paper and answer just one question -- with a simple Y for Yes, or N for No.'

'And the question is 'Are you a virgin? And if you write N, for No, would you please also add a number after the N indicating how many boys or men have had intercourse with you. Not the number of times, but how many different men and boys.'

He collected the papers, and quickly glanced at them. Four Ys, one N1, and one N7. 'So we have four virgins, one who has probably surrendered her virginity quite recently, and one nymphomaniac or one slut,' he thought to himself.

'O.K., rules for today. This is a unique opportunity for you to ask anything -- absolutely anything -- about life...and please remember doctors spend as much time being advisors as they do diagnosing and treating illnesses.'

'The second rule is that we are all in this together. If there is anything we discuss or do, or there is anything you are not comfortable discussing or doing, then just say so and we'll all stop that conversation...or, alternatively, you can leave the room. There is huge pile of magazines in the waiting room which you can read until you return...or I don't even mind if you head to the shops and do some shopping while the rest of us talk!'

'And because you are going to ask about absolutely everything, you must not feel embarrassed in any way. If you have a question about something, it is likely one, two... or five others will also be wondering about the same thing.'

'And just like doctors, you must also promise not to repeat anything you hear today or see today...or even go away and discuss among yourselves what you heard, saw or did while you were here. I don't want to learn via the grapevine that Cassie has a freckle on her boobs, or that Amy is worried that she might be masturbating too much, or that I have three balls -- which, incidentally, I don't. So is that an agreement?'

John noted six heads were nodding.

'We are supposed to be talking about life today,' John continued. 'So let's start with the area of your body that you should be the most proud of, that you should be paying the most attention to...the area that really best represents 'life'. And of course, I'm referring to that area between your legs.'

'What do girls, or you girls, call it?' he asked.

'My vagina... my pussy... my lady parts... down there... muff... snatch... box... cooch... flower... garden... private parts... fanny... front bum... sweet girl... twat... tweenie,' they answered.

'Oh, I like that one -- tweenie.' John said

'And what do guys call this area?' he then asked. 

'Cunt,' was the immediate reply from six girls, almost in unison.

'But guys also call it our clam... hole... hot box... snatch... gash... cock pocket... honey pot... penis fly trap... tampon tunnel... downstairs... the grandest tunnel,' among other suggestions.

'And what do you call a man's sexual organ?' John asked.

'His penis... manhood...erection...pecker... willy... cock... dick... joystick... deep-V-diver... shaft... heat-seeking moisture-missile... plug,' the girls volunteered.

'And when he is inserting his heat-seeking moisture-missile into your penis fly trap, what is he doing?'

'Fucking... having sex... making love... sleeping with me... doing it... copulating... laying me... shagging... poking... giving bone... fooling around... going all the way... getting lucky... humping... hiding the salami... screwing... scoring a home run.' 

The girls were starting to think this 'life' session might be really fun.

John thought to himself that perhaps he should start collecting as many words or phrases as possible that meant 'fucking'. There must be hundreds of them. 

And then he remembered an Australian tourist, who he met a few years back, who was joyfully wearing a t-shirt from the Canadian apparel retailer Roots that read 'Give Roots This Christmas' because in her home country 'having a good root' was exactly the same as 'having a good fuck.' 

And he wondered how many extra Christmas presents she received that year!

'So you girls -- like all girls of your age - are thinking about having sex. That's good. It's quite natural,' John continued.

'But if you have sex, it's also a natural consequence that you could become pregnant. And you shouldn't want that to happen yet...and I certainly don't. So I'm a firm supporter of young girls from your age having some form of contraception, like taking The Pill BEFORE you start to have sex. And that's before you have ANY sex.'

'So I'm giving all of you an open invitation to make an appointment to come back to see me at any time should you need a script, or perhaps a contraceptive implant, or some other alternative form of contraception.'

'And that is the only serious medical advice I plan to give you all morning!'

'Now, how about questions from you?'

'Do girls have wet dreams?' Debbie asked.

'Absolutely,' John replied. 'Wet dreams are nature's way of saying - to both boys and girls - you are physically ready to start having sex, and I guess it is nature's way of saying 'get on with it' because girls, especially, only have a limited number of years when they can fall pregnant.'

'When boys have an orgasm, it is obvious. Their cum shoots straight out of their penises. So when they have a wet dream, they wet their bed sheets.'

'You girls are luckier. You can orgasm and nothing may be obvious. You might be a little -- or a lot -- wetter between your legs, but the moisture will often stay inside your vagina.'

'I suspect most of you have had what we call a sleep-gasm -- an orgasm when you have been asleep. And, until you start having regular sex, they probably will continue.'

'There is nothing you can do to stop them...so please just enjoy them...and I hope you have hundreds of them!'

'So have I given you enough information, or too much, about wet dreams?'

The girls all seemed satisfied. 

'So the next question, please,' John asked.

Sally raised her hand. 'Yes Sally?'

'I was just wondering what a girl's genitals should look like?'

'What a good question. Thank you for asking it,' John replied

'There is no ideal, and women's pudenda - as they are known - are as varied as every other part of the female body. Some are tiny, some are fat, some look good, some are ugly, some are hairy, some are as bare as a baby's bottom.'

'Men get to see one another's penises when they visit public lavatories, but women don't. So probably most of you have never or rarely seen another girl's pudenda.'

He saw some heads nodding in agreement.

'So how about we all do so now? - which will show you a little sample of the variation that women have.'

'Will you all agree to take off your skirts or pants, and drop your panties, so you are able to see what is between each other's legs?...and, if you are doing so, it will only be fair that I do so too...although, I promise, you won't find a penis fly-trap between my legs!'

'And, I know one or two of you might be having your periods and wearing tampons, so please don't worry because all your classmates here -- as well as me - appreciate that this is just a natural consequence of being a young girl.' 

The girls all looked at one another nervously...each hoping some other girl would raise her hand and say 'No'...all too timid to do so themselves.

Then they had no choice. 

It was one-in, all-in and the skirts, pants and nickers began to be removed.

All were amazed to discover the variation in what was normally hidden away between their legs.

'You should consider your vagina and the area around your vagina to be your very best friend,' John suggested.

'Now before we have a good look at one another's tweenies, I'll get you to have a look at my penis.'

'You'll see it is starting to get bigger and stiffer. That is quite natural and unavoidable, because I have six pretty little cunnies staring at me, completely naked, and my brain is saying 'six pretty little cunnies are wanting you inside them, so you had better get ready mister.'

"And mister doesn't know that there is no way that will happen this morning. So bad luck, mister!'

'And to make matters worse, I now know several or all of you are virgins...and my little mister is hoping 'those nubile virgins may want their first fucking today'.'

'He's delusional!' Amy suggested.

John was about to respond that it was fine for girls to have sex at any time of the month -- even whilst menstruating. But he thought better of it; that would probably just embarrass Amy.

'You'll probably also notice at some time that a few little drops of liquid may appear on the tip of my penis. Well that's called pre-cum. Some boys will try to convince you that it is alright to have sex with them and will tell they won't ejaculate -- but they may leave some of that pre-cum inside your vagina and it can certainly make you pregnant. So that's why I'm recommending YOU start using a reliable contraceptive before you start having sex. And I emphasise you, not the boy.'

'Now let's have a look at those tweenies,' John suggested.

Amy's tweenie was the most average -- if there is such a thing as an 'average' female pussy. But visible between her labial flaps was a cotton thread -- so she was obviously having her period. 

John wished he could have just taken that thread and pulled her tampon from her hole -- that was something that males, even male doctors, never have the opportunity to do...and it would have been an equally new, if possibly messy, experience for Amy!

Sally was slightly more solid that the other girls, had full labial flaps and displayed a much more naturally-hairy cunnie than the others. John wondered if she might be one of a small number of women who also did not shave their armpits -- but he couldn't tell, considering the blouse she was wearing.

Rebecca was trim and athletic-looking, with not-unusual labia which were slightly parted. Her pubic hair had obviously been trimmed -- but not terribly well.

Debbie had more-pronounced labia and appeared to have a larger-than-usual, but not oversize, clitoris hidden below. John had to ask her for a closer look, which confirmed his suspicions.

Cassie's labia were a little thinner than usual, which gave them a longer-than- usual look. Her pubic mound was well-forested but did not give the appearance of being overgrown. She also seemed to be a year or two older than the others -- and was - the result of having a more-fractured education because her Dad had accepted several work transfers.

Grace was the prettiest of the girls -- slightly shorter than the others and with a vaguely Asian look. John thought that perhaps one of her grandparents or great-grandparents might have been Japanese or Chinese. 

She had the most unusual pudendum...and the most sexually enticing. 

But he wasn't about to tell her -- or the other girls -- that!

The skin on each side of her labia - which were almost totally hidden under her skin - extended across to be almost touching. It was as if a sheet of her skin had been pulled tightly up from near her anal hole to her stomach, and a scalpel had then been used to cut her feminine slash, with the sides of this cut then being tucked over slightly into the resulting hole. And she had a comparatively small slash -- not much more than was necessary to take a man's engorged penis. 

John found her anatomically interesting...and sexually VERY appealing.

Immediately he decided he would love to have the opportunity of filling her tiny hole. He imagined this might be a bit of a challenge -- and she might well bleed and scream as he did so.

Her pubic mound was well-covered in dark hair, which John felt looked a little 'heavy' compared to her small, very attractive body. 

John pointed out some of the obvious differences between the six cunnies to the girls. He then suggested to the girls that they have a close look at each and - with each owner's permission - touch and feel around each, before then seeking out and having a tiny feel of each of their different-sized clitorises.

This kept the girls totally occupied for 10 or 15 minutes. It was a very unusual experience for them all. One that really excited them!

Predictably, Amy received slightly fewer 'feels' and slightly less intrusive 'feels' than did the other girls.

John was intrigued when he observed how the girls reacted differently to the others invading their 'private space' -- some girls, for example, were more-than-happy to allow another girl to freely rummage around her privates; others, more conservatively, would part their labia and just allow the other girl's fingers to have the briefest of touches in her clitoral area. 

Cassie, appearing to be a slightly older girl, seemed to be the most comfortable sharing her snatch with the others. 

Meanwhile, John mentally rated each girl on the male 'fuckability index.' 

Grace was a 10+, Rebecca was a 7, Debbie a 6 (her clit earning her an extra point!) and the other girls 5 or less. But John would have been happy to fuck any of them...or all of them!

He wondered who were the two who had lost their virginities. He could, of course, not tell by simply looking at them -- but thought that Cassie might be one...and, equally, he was almost certain that Grace had a virgin hole. 

He wondered whether he might ever know for sure.

Having played with each other for a while, the girls' conversation then moved on.

'A lot is written in magazines about g-spots. Can you show us exactly where it is?' Debbie asked.

'Ah, you are making it very hard for me,' John said. And little did he know true those words would soon be -- because the girls would soon make it VERY hard for him...even if that was to be in a very different way!!

'Some girls have g-spots, some don't...and it's often very hard to find exactly where a girl's g-spot may be, even if she does have one,' John continued.

'So hop up on the examination table, and we'll see what we can find,' John suggested. 

'Now lie down and put your middle finger up your vagina...and bend your finger up towards your stomach and see if you can touch the walls of your vagina, not too far down from the entrance to your vagina. You might feel a few ridges there, which are usually around your g-spot. Give them a bit of a tickle!' John advised.

Debbie was soon indicating that she thought she had successfully located her g-spot. 

She obviously had...she had to be coaxed off the examination table!

'O.K., does anyone else want to see if they can find their g-spot?' John asked

Sally did... but was soon indicating to John that she was having trouble finding it.

'Let me see if I can help,' John suggested, wiping a little lubricating gel onto his finger -- not that he thought it would really be needed.

And he carefully pushed his finger into Sally's slash and wiggled it around a bit.

And moved it around a bit more...and then kept feeling...trying to locate her hidden jewel.

This was a very unusual sight -- five schoolgirls watching him...willing him...to find another girl's most sensitive and most sexually-responsive spot.

'I think it might be just there - can you feel that?' John asked.

'Yesss!' Sally replied, obviously very elated and very relieved. 

'Tell me when to stop,' John suggested. 

'No, just kidding -- if I keep going, you could well disgrace yourself...and I certainly don't want anyone doing that this morning!' he said. 'What would you think? What would your school think? What would your parents think if you did?'...

'John, I've never seen cum. What does it look like?' Rebecca asked.

'Another very good question, Rebecca. How about I show you...sorry, I mean, let you find out? And to do so, I'll need you and another volunteer -- preferably one of you girls who has never sucked cock before.' 

Debbie tentatively raised her hand.

'Thanks Debbie. What I am going to ask Rebecca to do is to stiffen my cock using her hand, then I'll get you to give it a suck, before Rebecca squeezes it some more to make me cum. And we'll collect the cum in this specimen jar.'

'Now Debbie and Rebecca, what you will be doing with your hands and mouth will be making me feel as though I am pushing my erection into your love tunnel...where you'd normally react by squeezing it with your vaginal muscles, which would help me to ejaculate inside you.'

'So, Rebecca, what you have to do is squeeze my cock quite hard...then, whilst holding it not quite so hard, run your hand up and down my shaft -- taking your hand as far down the shaft as possible and then up past the ridge where the knob at the end joins my shaft -- and repeat this a few times...then run your finger along this ridge (John lifted his penis and showed the six very attentive girls the ridge that ran underside and the length of his penis) and around the ridge at the base of my knob, because they are two particularly sensitive parts on my penis ...do you understand?...and then when Debbie takes over to give my shaft a suck, I'll get you to put a few drops of this lubricating gel on your hand before you take the shaft back. Then just rub it up and down, up and down -- just as if I was thrusting in and out of your vagina - until I cum.'

'And Debbie, your job when you take my shaft into your mouth, is to take it in as far as you can, and to suck it really hard -- just as if your vaginal muscles were pulling it right down into your vagina and they were holding it really hard whilst it was inside you. And I'll pull it back and forth - again as if I was thrusting in and out of your tight little vagina. O.K.?'

John wondered whether either, or both, girls had given a man a blow-job before.

After a slightly tentative start from Rebecca, both girls performed magnificently -- cheered on by their classmates -- until John felt a satisfying woosh as his cum shot into the specimen jar.

The six girls got really excited, as their whoops and giggles showed. This was undoubtedly the most interesting experience they had ever had at school!

'Keep going Rebecca,' John urged. 'Keep going until you can get absolutely no more!'

He wished he had been shooting his cum into one of the four virgin holes that were so plainly visible in front of him...each of which was clearly pleading 'me, please...me, please'.

By now, the six little cunnies in that room were aroused with an expectation that -- perhaps -- they would soon be tightening around John's still visibly-erect manhood. 

But those six little cunnies hadn't yet realised that their owners had already been told that this would not be happening this morning! 

'Now you have to show us how to REALLY have sex.' Rebecca suggested cheekily. 'You've seen all our tweenies, so which one will you choose?'

'Sorry,' said John. 'You'd have to come back after five o'clock for that to happen. We have a strict 'no sex during consultation hours' rule here!'




Sex Lessons for Six Naked Schoolgirls



He was sure he heard one of the girls whisper 'Well, I'll see you at five.'

John handed the specimen jar around. 'Have a bit of a smell of it, and if you'd like, put a little on your finger and have a taste of it,' he suggested.

'Then we had all better get dressed and go and grab a cup of coffee.'...

And, give my little man a chance to recover, he thought to himself!

* * * * *

During the coffee break Cassie took John aside and asked if she could come back one afternoon to see him. She explained she was living alone with her Dad, a widower, that they were not terribly well-off and that her Dad had been offering her to other men as a way of earning a little extra money...and she now wanted to end this practice.

'So she was neither a nymphomaniac nor a slut!' thought John.

John enquired whether she was yet 18 years old.

'Yes,' she replied. 'I'm over 18.'

'That's good, because my legal obligations regarding an 18 year old are totally different to those had you been under 18. Make the last appointment of the day with me, for as soon as you can, and together we'll work out the best way to handle this situation.' 

* * * * *

After the coffee break Amy said she had noticed that Rebecca had trimmed her pussy and then asked what John thought girls of their age should be doing.

John sought guidance from the group and none of them had any strong opinions, but most thought that at some time -- probably sooner rather than later - their pussy would receive a haircut of some sort.

John indicated, from a hygiene point of view, some pussy trimming was desirable. 'But it is really up to each girl as to what she wants.'

'Guys would probably prefer you to trim or completely remove your pubic hair for a couple of reasons. They don't want to get a mouthful of hairy pussy when kissing or licking you down there, and many simply prefer a neatly trimmed patch.'

'In fact, most guys would prefer you had a completely bald pubic mound because pre-pubescent girls, or baldies, are invariably virgins...and deflowering a virgin is every guy's fantasy... so when they imagine that you -- having a completely bald pubic mound -- are a virgin, they are turned-on more intensely.'

'But having hair down there, of course, lets you play games. I've seen pubes shaved into some very feminine heart shapes...but the trimming I've liked the best was simply a cross. I'm not sure if X meant 'No Way' or whether 'X marked the spot' of her buried treasure - and she was indicating where he should sink a shaft to discover what was down there. I kind of hope it was the latter.'

The girls giggled.

The girls' interest in their pubes continued for some time, so John finally suggested that perhaps one of them would like him to shave hers completely and another might like to receive a Brazilian. Then they could all see for themselves the difference between a 'before' and an 'after.' 

Rebecca immediately volunteered to have a full trim and Grace, not quite so quickly, indicated she was happy to acquire a neat landing-strip.

'Actually, Grace, I feel your tweenie is not enhanced at all by your pubic hair,' John suggested, 'and you will look your sexiest if you are a total baldie.'

All the other girls agreed.

'I actually loved having pubes because they made me feel a little grown up, less like a little china doll,' Grace admitted. 'But after what you have said this morning and what you have just suggested, I'm happy to have it all off. And, after all, if I don't like it that way, I can always let it grow back again.'

So Cassie volunteered to be the one to have her pubes trimmed to a landing strip.

'OK gang,' John said. "We have three girls about to bare their bottoms again... so, as we agreed earlier, all of us will also now have to do so.'

So six pairs of panties and one pair of underpants ended up on the floor.

Rebecca was first on the table, legs spread, having her pubic hair removed. It didn't take John long...and he ended by running his hand up and down her now-bare mound to check there was no stubble.

'When you get home Rebecca, treat this area a good massage using your fingers and rub in some moisturiser,' John advised. 

Then he bent over and placed a kiss on her bare mound.

'Oooh!' the other girls cheered in support.

Grace was next on the table. 

John had to spread her legs a little before moving the trimmer up, and up again, and up again...

Each time the trimmer moved up, it pulled Grace's labials upwards, elongating and tightening her hidden labial flaps...and slightly closing her already-tiny vaginal hole...then left a tuft of dark hair on her skin just below her stomach.

'What a satisfyingly erotic sight', John unconsciously thought to himself...as his manhood stiffened in agreement. 'Push the trimmer up, pull her labia up, tighten her hole...push the trimmer up, pull her labia up, tighten her hole.'

When Grace had finally lost all her pubes, John brushed the hair off her stomach and ran his hand up and down her now-bare mound. It felt really soft.

'How's that?' he asked. Grace checked the area between her legs and the area where her pubic hair had once sprouted.

'I'm a baldie, again!' she said happily. 

And John planted a couple of soft kisses on her attractive little mound.

'Oooh!' the girls again murmured.

When Grace returned to her feet, the other girls confirmed that being a baldie suited her body shape much better than did having any pubic hair.

Sculpting Cassie's pubes took a little longer. John wanted to ensure that her landing strip was totally neat and that the remaining hair was just the right length.

'Happy?' he finally asked -- and Cassie indicated she was very impressed.

'Now just one more thing,' John said. "I just want to show you all that a full mound of hair can be just as enticing...so, Sally, would you mind stepping into your knickers again.'

John then took his comb, gave her pubic hairs a comb, then parted them along a line that was, in effect, an extension of her slash. He then combed the hairs on both sides out as far as they would reach...lifted her panties... and folded the strip of fabric that went between her legs and lay over her pubic mound so that it was as narrow as possible...then carefully lifted her panties so that her pubes clearly spilled out on either side.

'If you walked into my kitchen wearing a tiny pair of lace panties with your pubes peeking out each side like that, you would really turn me on,' John said. 'In fact, I'd probably just grab your panties and have them off you, before you realised what I had done.'

'Oooh!' was once again the girls' reaction.

And John sensed from her smile that Sally had quite warmed to that idea.

'O.K., ladies. Time to get dressed -- my little man cannot take the view of your six beautiful cunnies anymore.'

'But before you hide them away again, all of you should give your pussies some really good pats - because they have been really good little girls this morning,' John suggested.

'That's what we'll tell our parents!' one girl suggested.

What a fabulous finale it was for John! For a few short seconds watching his sextet of naked, nubile nymphs tapping their twats, playing their privates - as uninhibitedly, as enthusiastically, as a Caribbean calypso combo bangs their bongos.

The group spent the rest of the morning talking about a whole range of issues... STDs... thrush...masturbation... pregnancy... childbirth... why some people (other than every young guy!) feel it was acceptable for girls of their age to be sexually active, whilst other positively discourage and condemn it... their highs and lows... alcohol... the demands of female fashion... how 'forward' a girl could be in her relationships with boys... everything practical about 'life'.

The six girls all agreed that it had been an incredibly instructive...and unusually exciting...morning. All agreed that they would tell their teachers that other girls in their year should be given the opportunity to participate in a similar session with Dr. John.

And before farewelling them, John gave each girl a small kiss on her cheek, thanked her for her participation that morning, and wished her a full and exciting life. He also reminded the group that what had been said, what had occurred this morning, must forever be known only to the seven of them.

...The morning had been so successful and rewarding for John that he rang the school Principal and suggested that all the other final-year girls should also spend a morning with him. 

And he decided he would suggest to a young female colleague that she offer similar sessions to final year schoolboys...although he wondered what might happen when six testosterone-filled erections were faced with the unexpected sight of her bare little cunnie and a pair of bouncing boobs. 

* * * * *

As John walked into the waiting room to greet his 4.45pm patient -- and his last scheduled patient of the day -- he was surprised to discover that Rebecca was also there.

'I've come for our 5pm appointment,' she announced.

'I won't keep you waiting long,' John replied, if a little puzzled...

Twenty minutes later, having farewelled the patient, said 'goodnight' to his receptionist and then locked the clinic door, John ushered Rebecca into his room.

'Ever since I had him in my hands, I've been busting to get that impressive cock of yours up my love tunnel,' Rebecca said. 'So I've accepted your invitation to come back to see you at 5pm. I hope you don't mind -- and you DID say this morning that girls shouldn't be afraid to ask a man for a fuck!'

John mind? 

This was not one of the 'services' he usually provided...but neither had been the session he had run that morning. And he knew exactly what Rebecca was able to offer him...or, at least, what he might expect to encounter when he again saw the outside of her tweenie.

'She has taken the trouble to come, so I probably should now also take the trouble to come,' John chuckled mentally to himself.

He checked that she was over 18 years of age, that she had not had - and did not think she might have - a venereal disease, and that she had some form of contraceptive protection. He also then enquired whether she was a virgin.

'No, my answer this morning was N1,' she revealed.

...Which immediately told John that Debbie had a virgin hole, Sally had a virgin hole, Amy had a virgin hole and Grace DID HAVE a virgin hole! -- a tiny, alluring, and no-doubt extremely tight virgin hole that John now, again, so-wished he could fill.

'Maybe I'll be given that chance another day - soon,' he wished to himself.

He also secured an undertaking from Rebecca that she would never tell anyone anything about what was soon to happen.

Rebecca stripped down, exposing her now-bare mound, her slightly-parted slit...and revealing to John, for the first time, a pair of 'quite cute' petite breasts, each one surmounted by tiny and obviously tight nipples. 

'Obviously in want of immediate attention!' John thought to himself...and immediately took them into his mouth.

The fondling, caressing, sucking of her teenage breasts and nipples continued for some minutes, until John checked that she would be comfortable making love on the floor...which John then covered with several layers of absorbent paper that he usually used on his examination table.

John figured he would be able to penetrate her harder, and perhaps a little further, if she was spreadeagled on the floor. 

And, he figured, she probably deserved a rougher-than-normal pounding as she had come -- unannounced - just to receive a fucking.

Rebecca undid his pants...and his shirt...and for the third time that day had his hard-on firmly in her hand.

Now it was her turn to take it into her mouth!

And to taste exactly what Debbie had tasted.

And how sweet it tasted.

'Fucking Debbie. If I'd only known how good it tasted, I would have immediately swapped jobs with her,' she thought.

Now Rebecca realised why Debbie had closed her eyes and seemed to be so blissfully happy with John's cock in her mouth, sucking it as though it was her favourite lollypop.

John soon had Rebecca on the floor, frantically pushing into her -- as if he only had seconds left to live.

She felt tight -- very tight.

John didn't know whether it was because she previously had had little sex, or whether she was naturally tight. He suspected the latter - because she seemed to be quite fit and athletic.

But he enjoyed what she was giving him. And, because he had already shot his cum earlier in the day, he was able to hold his fire for longer than usual...and totally enjoy what he was feeling.

But eventually he came...and filled her with exactly what she had wanted.

John felt that Rebecca was 'an extraordinarily good screw' -- particularly considering her age and her limited sexual experience. He decided, then and there, he would want more of her...perhaps, if he even had to share her as she developed sexually.

Maybe, with some new exercises, that cunt would become a whole lot tighter...and he would have even more difficulty plumbing her depths. 

'Rebecca,' he asked, whilst the two were still cuddling on the floor. 'I'm presuming you didn't come just then, and I'm also assuming you have never had a female ejaculation...which is something like pissing uncontrollably. I'm told that this is THE most intense natural experience a girl can ever have.'

'How about we try to get you there tonight?'

'That would be wonderful, John. Just go for it.'

'Again, let me first explain what we need to do together,' John said, feeling as if he was giving some medical advice. 

'I'm going to kiss and rub your clit...and, simultaneously, I'm going to insert two fingers into your love tunnel and try to stimulate your g-spot. And I'm told that could be a bit uncomfortable for you, stretching you a bit...but we have to keep it up for quite a long time, building you up until you are well past an ordinary orgasm...And, if we're successful, you'll certainly feel like pissing...but you should try to hold back that urge for as long as you can until you...absolutely explode.'

'I'm hoping you'll just focus on what is happening...and if I am not giving you maximum pleasure, then please use your fingers or hands, or whatever else you need to use, to help.'

'You may also feel you want to play with your tits, or smack your little cunt or clit...well, all that will be just fine. So please don't just rely on me to ultimately get you there.'

'Sounds interesting,' Rebecca replied.

And they started.

Lots of licking and sucking...lots of gentle rubbing...Rebecca moved John's fingers to slightly more responsive areas...she squeezed her nipples and then her clit...his two finger tips that were rubbing her g-spot ridges were working overtime...she felt for her breasts and squeezed her nipples...

Then suddenly...

'Aaaaahhh!' she yelled

Rebecca couldn't control herself. She was definitely ejaculating...just like a man!...five or six distinct squirts, each one progressively less powerful than the one before ...

The first arced from her cunnie to drop on the floor near her knees, splashing her legs...then John placed his hand several inches above her opening and directed the second squirt onto her tummy and bare pubic mound...then he held his hand tightly around her cunnie, hoping to trap the warm liquid from the next ejaculation in her vagina and force it right up her inside, to mix with his cum...and he tried to catch some of the fourth squirt in his mouth. He just wanted a taste of it!

He could see her thigh muscles involuntarily contracting and relaxing... so something wonderful was happening 'down there.'

Her ejaculant went everywhere! An absolute mess -- all very unfeminine!

She didn't care. This was the most amazing feeling she had ever had...and she hoped it would never stop!

John had been right. It WAS the most natural, intense experience a girl could ever have...and she was really enjoying it.

John then started rubbing the warm liquid into her tummy, into her tweenie, on to her thighs.

And John was right! She had not been pissing...because now she needed to visit the bathroom...urgently!

He handed her some paper towel so she could dry herself sufficiently, then she headed for the bathroom where she had a long, satisfying pee.

Oh, how lucky she had been to meet John this morning -- whilst just a young schoolkid on, of all things, a school excursion!

'We should have a lot more school excursions like this -- every day!' she concluded. 

And how lucky she had been to meet a man who knew exactly what a young girl needed.

If only the other girls knew how good he was...if only the other girls had seen what had happened...they too would have insisted he shave their pussies...they too would have wanted to come along tonight...they too would have had his fingers down between their legs...they too would have been ejaculating in absolute ecstasy...

Oh, the joys of being female!

Eventually Rebecca calmed down...and John faced the reality that his consultation room must be fully cleaned so that his patients tomorrow would have no idea of what had occurred there that night...

And John realised he didn't even know Rebecca's surname!

He desperately hoped that her Mother or Father were not his patients. And did she have any brothers or sisters?

Yes, she had a sister...in the next year of high school...who he would probably meet in similar circumstances in just a year...and, if not, probably before then - should he be lucky enough to have it off with Rebecca again. Which, hopefully, would not just be again...but again and again.

How he wished that would occur.

So he took Rebecca's phone number and email address...and promised to contact her again... soon...very soon.

She had just one more question for him, before she left: 'John, apart from me, how many of the other girls have lost their virginity?'

'I'm sorry, Rebecca, but we all agreed that we wouldn't discuss what happened earlier today -- even among ourselves...so, if you really want to know, you are going to have to ask each of the other girls whether they still have their virginity.'

And he fanaticised some more... Rebecca's sister... Grace... he was taking both of their virginities... screaming... then screaming some more, but this time in ecstasy... perhaps making a similar mess all over his floor.

He had just one problem. How to get Grace to approach him and beg to be fucked? 

He couldn't approach her now she had been to his surgery, and he desperately hoped she wouldn't come to his surgery seeking a contraceptive -- the former would be unethical, the latter would automatically preclude him from being able to ask her for sex. 

He'd have to think of some other way of passing the message to her that she should approach him - somewhere else, at some other time. 

Maybe Rebecca might be able to help.

* * * * *

...A week or so later, Cassie arrived for her appointment.

'Cassie, go right back to the start and tell me how it all began,' John suggested

'Mum died a few years ago and I've been living with Dad ever since. I know that my developing body has really teased him over the years -- because he told me so on several occasions. I really love him and I have been very grateful for what he has had to do for me -- things like helping me through my first period, helping me buy bras and bikinis, which are tasks that Dads usually don't have to handle.'

'He turned forty a couple of years ago, so I decided I'd offer him the chance to have sex with me and to be the one to take my virginity - as a very special one-off birthday treat for him.'

'He asked whether I was absolutely sure and I told him I would not have made the offer if I wasn't. I also didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant because another of Dad's tasks, a few years before, had been to take me to the doctor so I could go on The Pill because I was having ongoing menstrual problems.'




Sex Lessons for Six Naked Schoolgirls



'So...he took my virginity on his 40th birthday.'

'Then a few months later his boss indicated he might have to let Dad go, but he told Dad would put another man off if Dad could arrange for him 'to screw me', as he put it.'

'It seems that Dad had told some of the guys at work, without naming who had actually done it, that I had recently been bled.'

'I thought about it for while, decided both Dad and I both needed Dad to have that job, that I had already lost my virginity, and there was no chance of my becoming pregnant -- so I told Dad to bring his boss around.'

'Probably predictably, six months later, Dad was again threatened he would lose his job and was told I could keep it for him if the boss visited me again. And then it happened again a third time, not so long ago.'

'And the word seems to have spread that I was 'available.' Over the past year I have been visited by five other men, each of whom paid Dad something for being allowed to give me a screw.'

'I now think enough is enough, and I hope you might be able to suggest how I should handle this with Dad, without hurting him.'

'Well Cassie, I have a suggestion for you -- but first I'd just like to check a few things. Can you tell me how you felt about losing your virginity to your Dad?'

'I know it may be a bit weird, but I felt I owed it to him, and I was quite prepared to do so. I think it may have been quite different had he put the hard word on me, and asked me to surrender my virginity to him.'

'And tell me exactly what happened that night?' John asked.

'We had dinner -- which I had specially prepared -- and we did the wash up together. I then went and had a shower, and came out wearing just my short pyjama top -- no bra and no knickers. I told him I was going to his bed, and looked forward to seeing him soon.'

'He had a shower and emerged totally naked, and jumped into bed beside me.'

'He, of course, knew exactly what to do and he is a very gentle man, so he tried to look after me as much as possible. So we kissed...he played with my breasts and between my legs...he put his fingers right into my vagina and played in there for a while...he mouthed me down there...then he started to put his cock inside.'

'I felt tight, and he really had to push to get it right in...it hurt me quite a bit...and I bled a little...'

'And then he continued pushing it in and pulling it out, pushing it in and pulling it out...until he came...and suddenly I was very wet.'

'Overall, it was quite a reasonable experience...much more pleasant that I had imagined it might be...and I was left with the feeling that I had done exactly the right thing for Dad.'

'And how about your experiences with Dad's boss and the other men?' John asked.

'Dad's boss is not too bad, and the other men varied quite a bit. Several of them were quite good at it, and in a funny way I quite enjoyed having sex with most of them. I think that what you said the other morning about women and girls enjoying sex must certainly be true for me.'

'But one guy was really rough -- he made no attempt at all to ensure I was lubricated and he just drove his penis into my vagina as hard and as fast as he could. I just had the feeling he wanted to fuck me real hard and, if that meant I bled or screamed, then so much the better.'

'Apart from that experience with the last guy you described, that all sounds very positive to me. I think you have handled it as well as could be expected,' John added.

'Who else, apart from your Dad and the other men who had sex with you, know that this has happened?'

'No one,' Cassie replied.

"Are you sure? You haven't told anyone else you have lost your virginity?'

'No, I've never mentioned it to anyone.'

'Well, that's very good,' said John. 'Now tell me this -- and you'll realise why I am asking in a minute -- how prepared would you be to have sex on one more occasion with your Dad?

'I'd actually secretly love to,' Cassie replied.

'We actually have a VERY serious situation here,' John continued. 'We could report this to the authorities and your Dad could be charged with incest, possibly having sex with a minor, procuring a girl for sex, acting as a pimp for a prostitute, and a whole lot of other things. And your Dad's boss and all the other men could similarly be charged, and could end up being sent to jail.'

'But I get the impression you don't want that to happen. You just want to let what happened in the past, stay in the past...and you just want to now have the normal life of a grown-up teenager. Am I right?'

'Yes, absolutely. And I certainly don't want to get Dad into any trouble -- after all, it was me -- not him -- who initiated things that evening when I lost my virginity,' Cassie replied.

"Well, what I suggest is this. You ring your Dad and ask him to come down in 15 minutes to drive you home. I'll have a talk to him alone, whilst you sit in the waiting room. I'll explain to him that very serious offences have occurred, but you are mature enough not to wish to take any further action.'

'I'll tell him that absolutely no more men are to be offered the opportunity of sleeping with you.'

'And I'll suggest that he tell his boss that he has had a conversation with Cassie's doctor, which was prompted because Cassie thought she might have a sexually transmitted disease -- which thankfully she does not have -- but which required her to reveal all. And that the last visit he had to you would be his last...and that the doctor fully intends to report his illegal sexual demands to the authorities if he discovers that your Dad loses his job at any time in the future.'

'Now, your Dad will probably feel very embarrassed that he has hurt you...so I suggest you give him a huge hug when he has finished talking to me, and tell him you love him.'

'I'll let him know you plan to have a little talk to him when you get home, and he should probably accept whatever you suggest.'

'I won't let your Dad know that you told me you have had sex with him and, if you are asked, you probably don't need to admit to him that you told me. I can see no reason for embarrassing him for simply accepting your very thoughtful, very generous birthday present. 

Then when you get home you might consider telling him again how much you love him - so much that you want to take him to bed with you one last time. And you would also then be giving him the added thrill of seeing your brand-new landing strip!'

'But, please don't interpret this as my supporting incest, because I don't. But I'm realistic enough to know that it does happen -- probably more often that we'd care to admit - and I am only suggesting this to you if you are TOTALLY comfortable with the suggestion, and if you initiate the possible liaison...and I am only suggesting it if you promise yourself that this will be the very last time you and your Dad go to bed together.'

'Or alternatively, and perhaps an even better suggestion, simply offer to help him cum by giving him a blow job. You know what that is?' 

She nodded.

'And, sometime soon after that, I suggest you ask a nice young man who is about your own age to join you in bed, and that you treat him as your 'first'. You are now obviously ready for that.'

'I'd also suggest you re-set your counter of men who have had sex with you to zero, so that if you are ever asked again how many men have made love to you, you'll just forget about the older men who have been involved up until now.'

'How does that all sound?' John asked.

'Great!' replied Cassie.

'Well, get on the phone and ring your Dad. And then I'd better examine you to just make sure everything is OK. So if you would't mind then taking off all your clothes and hopping up on the examination table...and I'll write you a referral for a blood test, just to be doubly sure you haven't contracted any sexually transmittable disease. If you have, I'll give you a ring...and if you haven't, you won't hear from me.'

Cassie let John check her boobs and nipples, then have a good look and feel between her legs. 

He probably let his fingers spend a little longer than usual down there...and visit some places he would not normally go -- but, in the circumstances, John felt sure that Cassie wouldn't mind.

John glanced up at Cassie's face and their eyes met. 

Her look of contentment and pleasure transformed to a big smile.

He had obviously reached exactly the right spot...and that smile, somehow, gave him the feeling that her Dad would get lucky later that evening.

'And would you like me to just trim up that landing strip for you, while you are lying there?' John asked, transferring his attention back down to her tweenie. 

She did. And her Brazilian then looked at its very best for its likely unveiling to her Dad later that night.

'Now turn over onto your stomach,' he said.

He parted her buttocks and ran his finger up her crack...had a good look at her virgin hole... then gave each of her buttocks a parting slap with his hand. 

'Good girl, there is nothing there I am worried about. So, thank you ever so much for coming and seeking my help. It's been an absolute pleasure seeing you and being able to help.'

'And have a truly wonderful sex life from now on!...And, please, let me know how you are getting on, every now and then.'

Cassie gave John a big hug as she left to meet her Dad in the car...and bring him into meet John - who was about to give him some VERY pointed advice.



Sex Lessons From Grandpa



Oh God, this is so wrong. I shouldn't be watching this video. Three giggling coeds are flouncing around my bedroom, swapping swimsuit tops, showing off their enticing bodies and unknowingly putting on an erotic show as my hard cock strains against my shorts. I rationalize that my voyeurism isn't perverted because I'm not looking directly at Samantha, my granddaughter. I'm keeping my eyes focused on her two friends, Jenna and Angela. 

Jenna is the most voluptuous. She is laughing at her friends' much smaller breasts as she prances around the room strutting her stuff. With thick, protruding nipples and wide areolas her tits are considerably larger than either of her friends. Her gorgeous almond-shaped eyes, complements of her Asian mother, are as exotic as her mocha colored skin and voluptuous figure which I'm certain come from her African-American heritage on her father's side. 

I can't take my eyes off of Jenna's bouncing breasts while she dances on my bed, swinging her bikini top over her head and playfully making fun of her friends.

"You call those breasts?" she laughs. "These are breasts!" she boasts as she cups her brown tits and shakes them at her friends. 

"Yeah, you're lucky you can stand up straight," Samantha quips as she pulls her top loose and hands it to Angela. A quick glimpse of my granddaughter's lightly freckled breasts sends unexpected pleasure signals to my already hardened cock. Her quarter-sized areolas are tipped with short, pointy nipples and her deep brown tan lines beautifully accent her perfectly shaped white domes. She's not going to win any size contests but she has impeccable breasts with erotic tan lines. 

I tear my eyes away to check out Angela's tits before she tucks them into Sam's bikini top. Angela is a light-skinned Latina beauty with long black hair and breasts that fall just short of what you'd consider medium size. Because of her olive complexion, her tan lines aren't as pronounced and her wide areolas kind of blend into her big puffy rose-colored nipples. 

While they swap swimsuit tops and compare their breasts, Jenna is bouncing around the room topless, diverting my attention away from the other two naked girls. 

My cock is throbbing but I don't want to get caught jacking off to explicit video of my granddaughter and her friends. I check my watch but I'm not even sure how long they've been gone. Seems like about an hour. Maybe I could risk a quick yank. Standing up, I glance out the window as I start unbuttoning my shorts. Damn! The subjects of my erotic video are already walking up from the beach. My hard-on will have to wait until later. 

You may not believe it but this all started rather innocently. Samantha asked if she and her friends could stay with us during beach week. My wife and I retired to our beach house a couple of years ago and have been the destination vacation for our kids and grandkids ever since. We love having family around and I certainly didn't mind that Samantha and her friends wanted to spend the week after their high school graduation parading around our house in skimpy bikinis. Although all three of them are eighteen, we checked in with their parents and assured them we would be responsible chaperones. It was true at the time we said it.

A couple of days after they arrived, my wife received a call from her brother saying her sister was very sick and had been admitted to the hospital. She caught the next plane to Oregon, leaving me with three beautiful young women in the house. I admit that I love seeing their nubile bodies displayed in an ever-changing array of swimwear but I swear that spying or making videos was the farthest thing from my mind. 

After breakfast, the morning after her grandma left, Sam asked if they could use our bedroom to change for the beach. This was not an unusual request. Our room is the largest bedroom and would be less cramped with three people in it.

"Sure, just let me grab my MacBook," I said, heading into the bedroom as Sam and her friends cleared the table. The spacious room was set up with a bed, dresser and nightstands on one side and a desk, filing cabinet and desk chair on the other. I grabbed my computer and came back into the kitchen to find them laughing and blushing as they finished washing the breakfast plates and glasses. 

They were still laughing as they grabbed their swimsuits from the other bedrooms and raced each other into my bedroom. 

I smiled at their youthful energy as I flipped the MacBook open. It was already on and I noticed the webcam app flashing in the upper corner. Clicking on it as I took a sip of my coffee, I almost choked when the screen filled with images of my granddaughter and her friends laughing as they stripped off their clothes. Fuck! I'd forgotten about the webcam.

I bought an external webcam last year when my wife and I got tired of trying to crowd in front of the laptop while Face-timing with our grandkids. We must have left the webcam on after talking with our daughter yesterday morning about my wife's travel plans. 

I knew what I was doing was immoral but I rationalized that it was an accident. I hadn't planned to do this. I knew the right thing to do. With one click I could cut the webcam's Bluetooth connection and no one would be the wiser. Spying on my granddaughter and her friends was absolutely wrong on so many levels but I'd figured one quick peek wouldn't hurt and then I'll click to disconnect. As I watched them pull their sleep tops over their heads; their hard bodies and alluring beauty were mesmerizing. 

I adjusted my shorts around my stiffening cock as these three panty-clad eighteen year olds compared their naked breasts in the mirror over my dresser. My eyes darted from one to the other, trying to take in everything at once. I've always loved looking at photos and videos of naked coeds but these are right in the next room. It was such a fucking turn on that my quick peek lasted much longer than I intended.

Sam was the first one to strip off her panties and it seemed so perverted to wish that my own granddaughter would turn towards me so I could see her pussy. She has a beautiful apple-cheeked ass, lightly frosted with her ever-present freckles that are more prevalent between the tan lines.

Jenna and Angela followed suit, revealing firm asses that were every bit as enticing as Samantha's. I stared wide-eyed at Jenna's large breasts, hanging deliciously from her chest as she bent over to remove her panties. Her nipples jutted out nearly a half of an inch and I doubt they were even aroused. I was so absorbed in Jenna's mammary display that I almost missed seeing Sam's pussy as she turned momentarily towards the camera and then back to the mirror. 

Fuck! I only saw it for a few seconds but my cock responded instantly. Her tan lines frame a small patch of neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. The triangular shape makes it look like a little arrow pointing down towards her hidden treasure.

I knew I was taking more than the aforementioned peek and I should have already clicked to disconnect the webcam. I was honestly just going to do it when Angela turned and started walking towards my desk, directly into the camera. The webcam is on a shelf over the desk and takes in most of the room. I studied this naked beauty, taking in all of her attributes at once, from her perfectly round tits with their puffed out nipples to her thick black pubic hair. She was laughing at something Sam said as she reached out towards my desk. 

"I can see why your grandma married your granddad," she said, holding up a copy of our wedding photo that I keep on my desk. "He was a damn good looking guy." 

"Still is if you ask me," Jenna came up behind Angela and looked over her friend's shoulder at the picture. Angela handed it to her as she turned away. My cock sprang to attention as I got my first look at Jenna's fur-lined pussy. She was standing perfectly still, almost filling my screen with her large tits and exotic looking pussy. I was devouring her body with my eyes. Her thick nipples were pointing right at me but I could barely look away from her spongy black pubic hair. 

I was rubbing my hard cock through my shorts as they were unintentionally putting on the most erotic show I had ever seen. I knew if I didn't click soon I'd regret it later. My hand was shaking as I finally grabbed the mouse and clicked... on the record button. 

When they finally emerged from my bedroom, I was sitting at the kitchen table innocently checking my email. I was watching the entire video again when I spotted them coming up from the beach. 

"You guys weren't gone long," I say, looking up from my computer screen. I try to keep from staring but as I look at these three ladies in their sexy bikinis all I see are their naked bodies prancing around in my room.

"It's too hot," Sam says as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.

"And there weren't any cute guys," Jenna adds with a mischievous smile. 

"And the old guys that were there acted like they'd never seen a girl before," Angela chimes in. "I swear there was actual drool running down their chins." She laughs as she takes a sip of Sam's water.

"Well, I can't blame them," I wink. "You three would turn heads wherever you went."

"Which head?" Jenna asks with a more lascivious smile. My cock twinges at the mention of an alternative head but Sam answers before I can think a worthy comeback. 

"Jenna!" Sam yells, her face turning a bright shade of red. "Don't say things like that in front of my grandpa."

"He doesn't mind, do you Granddad?" Jenna asks. "Anyway, I'm just playing."

"I don't mind," I answer. "It's all in fun, Sam." This time my wink is specifically directed at Jenna and she rewards me with a kiss on the forehead. As she pulls back from the kiss, her barely covered tits hang enticingly just inches from my face. I swallow hard as I stare at her generous cleavage and she takes her time standing back up. Hmm. It appears she is enjoying my reaction. I don't know Jenna well, this trip is the first time we've met her and I'm not sure what to make of this. 

"We're just going to hang by the pool, okay?" Sam asks, interrupting Jenna's show. 

As they head out the door it appears that Jenna has added a little more swing to her step. Her bikini-covered ass is swaying hypnotically or maybe I'm just imagining it. Perhaps I'm a little over stimulated from viewing the video and I'm reading more into this than is actually there.

I check my email and then settle into my easy chair with a recent mystery novel. I find myself reading the same page over and over as my eyes wander out past the sliding glass door to where the girls are lounging on the covered patio. They've moved the lounge chairs into a circle and seem to be having a rather intense discussion. Sam gets pretty animated but the discussion seems to be focused on Angela. They go quiet for a few minutes and then Jenna points at me and the discussion picks up again. I thought I'd been caught staring at them and then I realize she was making reference to me but can't actually see me through the reflective glass. 

"Um... can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asks, opening the patio door and stepping inside. 

"Sure, honey. Is something wrong?"

"Kind of, but not really," Sam answers cryptically. She sits on the ottoman a few feet to the side of my chair and pushes her hair back over her shoulder. I reflexively glance at her breasts, picturing them naked before I can catch myself. 

"Whatever it is, I'm all ears." I smile, making eye contact to encourage her.

"It's confidential," she says very seriously. 

"I can keep a secret."

"Even from our parents?" she asks.

"Unless it is something that puts you or your friends in danger, yes." Samantha laughs.

"No danger but Angie has a problem and we think you can help us figure it out," she says quietly. 

"I'll do whatever I can," I tell her honestly, unable to imagine what kind of problem Angela might have that I could help.

"It's about sex," she says, matter-of-factly. 

"Okay..." I wait for her to continue but Sam just looks at me and then glances towards her friends on the patio. 

"Confidential, right?" she asks again.

"Cross my heart, Sam. What is it?"

"Well..." Long pause. "First of all, we're all sexually active, okay?" She seems to be testing the waters to see if I'm going to freak out at this revelation.

"I'm not completely shocked," I answer. "You're all over eighteen and extremely desirable young women."

"Thank you." Sam's almost blushing and she takes a deep breath before she continues. "Angela has a steady boyfriend and they... have sex regularly." She pauses again and I just wait for her to continue. I think I know where this is going and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep my confidentiality promise.

"A lot of our friends who are having sex, including Jenna, go on and on about their orgasms and how their boyfriends leave them breathless. Angela thinks something might be wrong with her because sex isn't doing that for her." She stops again and just looks at me. 

I just nod, not trusting myself to speak. I wasn't expecting that. An hour ago I was getting ready to jack off to video of these lovely beauties getting naked and now they want to discuss their sex lives with me. Fuck!

"We've told her that nothing is wrong with her but Jenna thinks that if you talk to her it might help. You know, because you're older and more experienced." 

I don't know what to say. Of course, I'd love to hear about Angela's sex life, but I'm no therapist or doctor. What can I tell her? 

"Will you please talk to her, Grandpa?" Sam asks.

"Sure, Sam. When do you want to do it?" I ask wondering why my wife isn't here to help with this.

"Right away before she changes her mind, okay?" Sam is already getting up and moving towards the door as my mind races to catch up with this weird turn of events. 

Okay, what's the worse that can happen? I get to hear all about Angela's and maybe Jenna's sex life. Who knows, this could be better than reading erotic stories on line. I follow Sam as far as the kitchen and grab a diet coke from the fridge before sitting down at the kitchen table. 

"So... you think there might be something wrong with you, Angela?" I ask as the three of them settle in around the table. 

"Yes sir," Angela answers quietly. "And um... you can call me Angie, okay?"

"Okay, Angie. Why do you think the problem is with you?" I ask, trying to act like the responsible adult.

"Because unless these other girls are lying, I'm not like them," she says, hanging her head.

"I'm not lying!" Jenna chimes in with a defiant look and maybe a little bit of a smirk as she looks right at me. 

"Just because other girls are experiencing more intense orgasms doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you, Angie."

"That's what I told her," Sam adds.

"Maybe she won't take your word for it because you've only been with a guy that one time and don't have a steady boyfriend," Jenna almost whispers to Sam before turning to me. "Tell her Granddad that it is as much what the guy does than what the girl does." I'm not sure exactly what that means but I try again with Angie.

"Why don't you just tell me what you and your boyfriend do when you're together and maybe we can figure this out." I tell her, unexpectedly anxious to hear all the juicy details. 

"We fu... have sex. That's what we do when we're together."

"You can say fuck if it's more comfortable. I'm not offended," I answer. "I realize you guys fuck but what else do you do?" Angie is looking everywhere except at me, and I realize that maybe all of us sitting here isn't such a good idea.

"Would you rather we talk about this in private?" I ask. "We can go into my office." It's actually my bedroom but that might have sounded weird. 

"NO!" Her head jerks up. "They can stay. I'm just not sure why you need to know exactly what we do or who's on top?" she says.

"Well... I think I agree with Jenna that if you're not having an orgasm it might be because your boyfriend isn't taking enough time."

"My boyfriend is fine. It's me that can't have the orgasm." Angie is almost in tears and I wonder what I've gotten myself into. 

"Angie, all I'm saying is that guys usually get off faster than girls. That's a fact. If the girl isn't getting off with the sex it can usually be fixed by increasing the foreplay. I don't know if that's the problem unless you tell me what you're doing."

"I told you he would know all about this stuff," Jenna says, smiling that same lascivious smile that she gave me when I was checking out her tits. 

"Look, maybe this is a conversation that you should have with your mother..."

"No way," Angie says, vigorously shaking her head. "She thinks I'll be a virgin until I get married."

"Well, your doctor then. Have a check up and tell him what you've told me." She's shaking her head before I even get the sentence out. 

"He's friends with my parents. I wouldn't trust him to keep it confidential," she says. 

"Well..." I don't quite know where to go with this. It seems obvious to me that her boyfriend either doesn't care enough about her needs or isn't experienced enough to know he's not satisfying her.

"What do you want to know?" Angie says, sitting up straighter and giving me a full view of her sexy breasts. All three are still in their skimpy bikinis, which adds some nice visual effects to this erotic conversation.

"How about if I just list off some typical foreplay and you tell me if you guys engage in it?" I ask, trying to make her comfortable with the conversation.

"Okay."

"Kissing is probably a yes," I say, trying to ease into this.

"Yes," she laughs and I watch Jenna role her eyes. I give her a look and she stops.

"Sucking your nipples?" My eyes drift to her chest and I picture her tempting tits nearly filling my computer screen.

"Uh huh," she nods.

"Blow jobs?" I ask, shifting in my chair and trying not to be obvious that my cock is enjoying this conversation. Jenna is smiling broadly but Angie is looking down and blushing as she nods her head. 

"Does he return the favor?" I ask.

"What?" Angie's head jerks up and she looks confused by the question.

"Does he eat your pussy?" Jenna blurts out before I can clarify what I meant. "Just tell the man if he goes down on you." Angie is really blushing now. 

"Um... yes. He does." She says just above a whisper.

"When you blow him does he come in your mouth?" I ask.

"Does that matter, Grandpa?" Sam asks, sticking up for her friend's embarrassment.

"It goes with my follow up question, Sam." I answer. "Just nod if it's yes, Angie." She nods and I move ahead with where I was going.

"Do you cum when he eats you?" I ask. She shakes her head, no. The look in her eyes tells me she gets the point of the question before the others. 

"But it feels good, you know, when he's licking me," she offers in her boyfriend's defense. 

"I'm sure it does but if you suck him until he gets off, shouldn't he eat you until you get off?" All three of them are sitting up paying attention now and I'm wondering if any of them have been eaten to orgasm. 

"I never thought of it that way," she says. 

"So... he eats you and then, I'm guessing moves right over you and you guys fuck. Is that right?" 

"Usually. Sometimes I suck him again after he eats me. Because, you know, like he won't be hard enough right away for it to go in me easily," she seems to be getting more comfortable talking about it. 

"I know this is a hard question and it's pure speculation but when he comes inside you..." I pause to find out her boyfriend's name before I continue. " What's his name?"

"Rob."

"When Rob comes inside you, about how close to orgasm do you think you usually are?" 




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"I don't know. I get really excited and it feels so good but when he collapses on top of me, I still want to keep going."

"Fair enough," I answer and then sit back in my chair considering what to say next. 

"What? What are you thinking?" Sam asks. 

"I don't think there is anything wrong with you," I answer. From what I've seen, everything is very right about her but I don't say that. "I think your boyfriend isn't experienced enough yet to get you off." I hold up my hand to stop her interruption. "There are a few things you can do about that."

"What things?" 

"You can talk to him. He probably doesn't know. Tell him what you need and ask him if he'll try a few things to help you get off like he does." She's shaking her head before I even finish.

"You don't know him," she says. "He would feel like I'm putting him down and telling him he's not a good lover."

"He's not," I say before thinking about it. 

"Trust me, that would not go over well," she says. "You said a few things. What else?"

"I have a feeling you're not going to like this one any better but you could go out with a guy who knows what he's doing and verify for yourself that it's not you."

"I can't go out on Rob! He's my boyfriend." Her head is swirling between Jenna and Sam like she's pleading with them to agree with her. 

"Maybe Jenna would loan you her boyfriend just for a night so you can experience what she's getting." I don't really think this is a good idea but I say it just to get a rise out of Jenna. 

"I got a better idea." Jenna says, looking right at me with that half smile of hers turning up her cheek bones and making her almond shaped eyes twinkle exotically. "Why don't you show her, Granddad? You're experienced and seem to know a lot about female orgasms."

I don't have a comeback for that. I'm sure my mouth is hanging open. I just stare at Jenna's defiant smile as she sits back and folds her arms across her ample chest. Touché. I smile at her like she just made the biggest joke ever but Sam's not laughing.

"That is a great idea!" Sam says excitedly as she sits forward and tries to gauge my reaction.

"It's a very bad idea," I say, not taking my eyes off Jenna.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Because..." I pause momentarily, as my mind sorts through the myriad of reasons why I won't be giving Angie any orgasms. "I'm too old, too married and she should be fucking someone her own age."

"You just made a pretty strong case that guys her own age aren't able to give her what she needs," Jenna retorts. "You are obviously not too old to fuck," she continues while glancing at my crotch. I fight the urge to look down and see if my hard cock is really that obvious. "Besides it's not like you're going to marry her or anything. You'll be like a teacher or mentor or whatever." 

"It's the whatever that bothers me," I respond.

"Do I have a say in this?" Angie asks quietly. 

"There is nothing to have a say in because I'm not doing it!" I say, pushing my chair back and standing up. I'm about to make a dramatic exit when I notice the three of them staring at my crotch. This time I do look down and sure enough, the front of my shorts are tented straight out in front of me.

"Fine, I'm human. So sue me!" I say and make as dramatic an exit as I can, stomping off to my bedroom. 

Flopping down on my bed, I feel really stupid for the way I handled that. But what the fuck was I supposed to do? Why would Jenna even suggest something like that. What would happen if Angie's parents ever found out? Or my wife? What the fuck is she thinking? And Sam thinking it's a great idea. What's that about? I'm staring at the ceiling when there's a knock on the door jam of the open door. 

"Hey," Angie says. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." I sit up on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about all that. I'm sure they mean well," I say as Angie comes over and sits next to me. 

"I understand why you got weirded out," Angie says with a nervous laugh. "But... um... would you at least think about it?" she asks. She's sitting right next to me and she turns sideways on the bed so she's facing me. "I'd really like to know for sure if something is wrong with me." He eyes are welling up with tears and I instinctively put my arm around her.

"There is nothing wrong with you, sweetheart." I tell her as I pull her against me. She's still in her bikini and I wasn't anticipating the warmth of her bare skin. My heart thumps in my chest as I will my cock not to react. 

"You don't know that for sure," she says, leaning her head against my shoulder. Damn! Why am I arguing with her? Because she's an eighteen-year-old girl who just needs a better boyfriend!

"I'm pretty sure," I say. "And like Jenna said, I have some experience with this." I try for a lighter tone but instead I've spurred her on.

"That's why you would be so perfect," she says. "It wouldn't be like I'd be going out on my boyfriend... well at least, not with anyone at school who would tell everyone about it. And I'd really like to know for sure. Please! Just tell me you'll think about it."

With a heavy sigh, I relent. "I will think about it... but that's all... no promises, okay?" 

"Okay!" Angie hugs me tightly and kisses me lightly on the cheek. "Thank you," she says and gets up to leave.

"Angie," I call her name as she gets to the door. Her bikini bottom has ridden up between her cheeks and I'm treated to a wonderful view of her near naked ass. 

"You need to think about this, too," I tell her as she stops and turns towards me. She just smiles. "I'm serious, this shouldn't be a spur of the moment decision." 

"I'll think about it, Granddad," she smiles. "It's probably all I'll think about." She disappears into the hallway. 

Fuck! Most guys would kill to be in my position -- a beautiful young woman wants me to prove she can have orgasms. It's like the ultimate fantasy. So why am I feeling so desperate? Not desperate, I'm scared shitless. It's one thing to fantasize about my granddaughter's friends and jack off to a video of their naked bodies. It's something else to actually have sex with one of them. 

When I finally emerge from my bedroom, they are out on the patio. Music is playing on one of their phones as Sam paints her toenails and Jenna braids Angie's hair. Such typical behavior makes me smile and I decide we should just have a fun afternoon.

"What do you guys want to do this afternoon?" I ask, walking onto the patio with a cold beer. They turn almost in unison, with big wide grins. "Besides that," I add and we all laugh.

"How about miniature golf?" Sam asks, looking from me to her companions for support. 

"I like that," Jenna says, "since what we really want to do is off the table." She smiles that wonderfully lascivious smile again before turning her attention back to Angie's hair. My cock stirs and I wonder if I'd be as resistant if it were Jenna instead of Angie who wants me to fuck her. Probably, they're the same age but Jenna just seems more, I don't know, worldly than the other two, in both looks and actions. 

"How about lunch at the pier and then miniature golf?" I ask, getting nods all around. Angie is the only one who hasn't actually spoken her ascent. 

We have a wonderful afternoon. All three are really fun to be with and there is relatively no sexual tension between us. It helps that their shorts outfits are much less revealing than the bikinis I was used to seeing them wear. It is also clear from their playful teasing and the way they finish each other's sentences that they are very close friends and have been for a long time. 

When we get home, I grill burgers and we eat outside. After dinner, they leave to sit on the beach until sunset and I call my wife. She says her sister is doing better but she won't be home for another week. I assure her that we are doing fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us. Or does she? I retreat to my bedroom to think.

The question is still looming out there and I haven't decided what to do about it. After having adamantly declined, I don't realize until just this moment that I'm actually considering it. She is a beautiful young woman with a problem I am certain I can solve. There is no question that her inexperienced boyfriend is the problem. 

I lie down on my bed and try clearing my brain of the image of her sexy body so I can treat the decision objectively. Every time I mentally list the pros and cons the cons outweigh the pros by a huge proportion. The trouble is that my dick stays hard through the whole process, tipping the scales in favor of the pros. Fuck!

I hear Sam and her friends come back inside and the TV burst to life in the living room. I consider initiating another discussion to persuade them how illogical this is but decide avoidance is a better strategy. I stay in my room, trying to read my book. As you can imagine, my mind keeps wandering. 

I'm just putting my book on the nightstand and turning off my light when the TV shuts off and I hear them make their way down the hall to their bedrooms. A light knock on my door and Sam sticks her head it. 

"Goodnight, Grandpa," she whispers into the dark room

"No goodnight kiss?" I ask. 

"I wasn't sure you were awake," she says as she makes her way to my bed and crawls up beside me. 

"Just turned the light off," I answer, kissing the top of her head as she snuggles against me. 

"I'm sorry about this morning," she says. "I didn't mean to put you in such an awkward position."

"No, I'm sorry," I respond. "I shouldn't have freaked out on you guys. My reaction was inappropriate. I should have stayed and talked it through some more."

"Only part of your reaction was inappropriate," she laughs, tickling my ribs. I'm glad she can't see me blushing in the dark thinking about my tented shorts. 

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help that," I say, squirming away from her hand.

"At least we know you weren't repulsed by the idea," she laughs again before settling her head back down on my shoulder." 

"Yeah, that was pretty obvious but you know this is wrong, don't you?" The length of her silence gives me my answer and I realize that the right and wrong argument isn't going to get any traction.

"It's just that Angie is so self conscious, you know?" Sam lets out a long sigh and leans up to look in my face. "She thinks because her boyfriend is inept that there is something wrong with her. Now you won't have sex with her so she thinks there's something wrong with her. Instead of helping her, we're just making it worse!" She blurts this all out in one breath and then plops back down. "I just want to help her," she whispers. 

While I'm glad to hear that my granddaughter realizes that there is nothing wrong with Angie, I'm not sure how me fucking her is going to build her self-esteem. I choose my next words very carefully. 

"Are there other examples of Angie having low self-esteem?" I ask. Sam thinks for a long time before answering.

"No. I think it's just with sex," she finally answers. "She's very confident in sports and she's really smart and graduated with honors." Sam takes a breath before continuing. "I know she doesn't like her body. She's always complaining that her breasts are too small and she's always afraid of losing her boyfriend to someone with a better body. That's why she won't talk to him about sex. She's afraid of losing him." 

It occurs to me that this is probably typical coed dramatics and I wonder if Sam feels the same way.

"You two have similar bodies, you don't feel that way do you?"

"No, my breasts are a little larger," she says. "But even if they weren't I don't think my body defines who I am and I've tried to tell Angie that but..." her voice trails off and we're silent for a while. 

"Will you at least consider helping her, Grandpa? I know you don't think it's right but is it right for her to feel rejected? And besides you could show her what a lousy fuck her boyfriend is, right?" She kisses me on the cheek and rolls over to get off the bed.

"You've given me a lot to think about Sam," I answer noncommittally.

"Don't take too long," she says. "We've only got tomorrow. Remember grandma said that Jenna and Angie's boyfriends can come down on Friday to join us for the weekend." I had forgotten that arrangement until just now. 

"I'll have an answer in the morning, Sam." I assure her, wondering how I'm going to decide. "But don't get your hopes up."

"Like my teachers always tell me, don't over think it," Sam says with a big smile before leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I toss and turn all night as I consider the risks, not the least of which is my wife finding out. We've continued to have a very active sex life. We're not as flexible as we once were but we don't confine ourselves to the missionary position either. We have both always been addicted to oral sex. I'm not worried about whether I'll be able to give Angie several mind-blowing orgasms but I am worried about what they might say or tweet when this is over.

Sam and her friends usually sleep late but since I'm awake early, I run a few critical errands and I'm sitting at the table when they wander into the kitchen. 

"I'll do it," I say without any preamble. 

"Really?" Angie's face lights up and all three of them rush over to hug me. 

"But we have to talk about a few things first." I motion them to the chairs and they take their seats, looking at me like they are about to hear the meaning of life. 

"First, you asked me for confidentiality, Sam." She nods. "I have to ask you guys the same thing. No discussing, tweeting or anything else. When it's over, no one talks about it, agreed?" All three nod their ascent. 

"Second..." I don't really have a second point. "Well, I guess that was the main thing but I want to talk about how we're going to do this," I say, looking at Angie. "How did you envision it? Will you and I just go into my bedroom while Sam and Jenna wait out here?"

"No way," Jenna answers for her. "We're all coming into the bedroom. We want to see what this is all about." 

"That's alright isn't it?" Sam looks questioningly at me.

"I think that's up to Angie," I answer, not sure how I feel about an audience.

"I just assumed they'd be there," Angie says. "That makes it less like I'm cheating on my boyfriend and more like you're teaching us stuff." Her logic isn't infallible but if they all want to be there while I fuck their friend... damn! What have I gotten myself into?

"Okay. I've been thinking about this and we're not going to just plop down on the bed and start having sex. We're going to spend the day together and work towards it gradually, like you would in a real relationship, okay?"

"Whatever you say," Angie answers, obviously eager to get past the talking stage. 

"You're the boss," Jenna adds. Sam just smiles appreciatively at me.

"Breakfast first and then we'll go in the pool," I announce. "I'll fix breakfast while you guys get your suits on." 

They rush to the bedroom while I whip up some eggs and bacon. After the dishes are cleaned up we head out back to the pool. I don't have this all planned out but I know I want to start with a relatively normal setting and then gradually make it more erotic. 

I grab a beach ball and we start tossing it around in the pool. I stay focused on Angie even though Jenna's bouncing breasts are terribly distracting. We're all having fun and after a good round of innocent splashing I gradually begin touching Angie in a more familiar manner. At first I'm just playfully grabbing her around the waist, pulling her against me and then patting her fanny as I push away. I progress to kissing her neck and telling her how beautiful she is while my hands wander over her exposed skin. 

Sam and Jenna instinctively retreat to the other side of the pool with the beach ball and I turn Angie towards me. Brushing her hair from her eyes, I kiss her tenderly on the lips. My hands are lightly caressing her shoulders as her lips part and my tongue slides inside her warm mouth. She is a surprisingly good kisser and my hands roam her naked back as our tongues dance in and out of each other's mouth. Sam and Jenna have climbed out of the pool and are sunning themselves on the deck as they watch our increasingly intimate encounter.

Cupping Angie's firm ass cheeks, I pull her against me and my cock makes no secret of its arousal level. Damn if she doesn't surprise me again by wrapping her legs around me and grinding her bikini-covered pussy against the bulge in my suit. With our tongues continuing their tasty probe, I untie the strings holding her bikini top and slip it out from between us. 

Angie halts the kiss, realizing she is topless in my backyard. Good, I was finally able to surprise her. It's fairly secluded back here and there isn't much chance anyone will see us but I have found that just the idea of being exposed outside tends to enhance the arousal. 

"I'm going to lick the water drops from your naked breasts," I whisper, wanting to stimulate her thoughts as well as her body. Her only response is an audible sigh as she gives into her urgings and crushes her firm tits against my chest. "I can't wait to get my mouth around your incredible nipples," I add.

Unhooking her legs from behind me, I stand Angie back on her feet in the water. With my hands firmly on her waist, I smile at the sight of her lovely chest. It's even more enticing in person than on the video but my gawking is making her self-conscious and she moves her hands up toward her chest.

"Don't cover yourself," I plead, pulling her hands back down. 

"They're not very big," she says quietly as her face blushes and she lets her arms drop to her sides. 

"They're perfect," I counter. "Like a masterful work of art." Leaning forward, I start licking the beads of water from the valley between her mounds. This is unbelievable. My cock is rock hard as I lick up and down, gradually widening my path to include the inside curves of her tits. Angie rests her hands on my shoulders as I slowly swirl my tongue all around the contours of her pert breasts, consciously avoiding her puffy nipples. 

"Hmmm," she breathes, grabbing the hair on the back of my head as I flick my tongue across one of her nipples. Without moving my mouth from her breast, I maneuver Angie towards the side of the pool. She's a petite young woman and I easily lift her up and place her bottom on the tiled edge. Positioning her legs on either side of me, I devour her exotic nipples. 

Damn! I've never felt anything like these puffy tits. I'm used to more conventional nipples that jut out like Jenna's but these babies are amazing. The nipple and areola is just one big bulbous tip on her round breast. I suck the entire thing in my mouth, flicking my tongue across it and trying to distend the little bud that's buried in the middle. 

"God, that feels good!" Angie moans as I knead her soft breasts with my hands and vigorously suck on the rounded tip. Her tits may be different but they are very sensitive. I squeeze more tightly around her breast as I continue sucking and a tiny bud emerges that I can grab with my teeth. Applying just enough pressure without actually biting, I pull her nipple away from the surrounding areola and suck it into my mouth. 

"Oh fuck!" Angie cries, sliding forward on the tile and humping her horny pussy against my torso. I lightly chew on her taut nipple while continuing to maul her firm breasts with my hands. 

Switching to her other tit and giving it the same treatment, I'm shocked by her incredible responsiveness. Her boyfriend must be a complete idiot not to be able to get her off.

Releasing her tits, I motion Sam and Jenna over while I untie the strings on the side of her bikini bottom. Angie surprises me by grabbing my head and pulling me into a kiss, rekindling the intensity of our earlier tongue swapping. Damn! She is hot to trot!




Sex Lessons From Grandpa



"Grab that folded towel and put it under her head," I instruct the other two. I hadn't intended to take it this far in the backyard but with this level of responsiveness I don't want to risk breaking the spell. 

Sam positions the towel as I gently push Angie onto her back on the pool decking. Jenna and Sam take up positions on either side of their friend as I peel her bikini bottom away from her skin. Fuck! I can smell her arousal without even bending down. She's already wet and ready but I remind myself to go slowly. 

Leaning over her prone body, I plant a light kiss on each of her bright red nipples before licking my way down her flat stomach to her navel. I tease her belly button for a couple of minutes and then raise her legs onto my shoulders to give me wide-open access to her aroused pussy. She's very wet but I don't go straight for the target. I breathe in her intoxicating aroma and then lick all around her pussy, brushing my check across her thick layer of pubic hair. 

I was so intent on her pussy and tits that I hadn't realized Angie had such exquisite thighs. I raise her right leg into the air and lick from the inside of her knee to the crevice at the top of her inner thigh.

"Look how wet she is and he hasn't even touched her yet," Jenna says as she leans in for a closer look at Angie's pussy. 

"I wish he would!" Angie says as I repeat my thigh licking on her other leg. She's squirming around trying to push her pussy into contact with my tongue as I circle closer to her juicy lips. As she wriggles, her head comes off the towel and hits the bare concrete. 

"Oww!" Angie yells, lifting her head from the deck. Sam tosses the towel aside and scoots her bottom over so her lap is positioned under Angie's head. It's kind of a surreal moment when I look up from Angie's pussy and see my granddaughter stroking Angie's hair and watching me get ready to eat her pussy. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before lowering my face to taste her delicate charms.

"Oh yeah!" Angie cries as I take a long lick up her juicy slit, lapping up her succulent nectar. Damn! She tastes good and I love that my first touch of her pussy is with my tongue. I swirl it around in her juicy hole and nibble on her labia as she arches her back and pushes against my face. 

"Mmmmm," Angie murmurs as I tease her wet pussy with my tongue while devouring her mouthwatering juices. I just can't seem to get enough of her succulent pussy. She is so wet and responsive and I haven't even touched her clit yet. Plunging my tongue deep inside, I drag it up to the top of her opening while she humps her horny pussy against my face.

"Ohmyfuckinggod!!" Angie screams the instant my tongue touches her clit. She's bucking feverishly now as I lightly suck on her swollen love bud and use my hands to hold her down against the deck. This is when I would normally push a finger or two inside her pussy for extra stimulation but Angie is so close that I don't think it's necessary. I'll save that little trick for the next round. She's about to explode any second now.

"Ohhhhhh! Fuuuuucck! Yeesssss!" Angie yells right on cue, arching her back and driving her head into Sam's lap as her body convulses and her pussy floods with a new batch of hot cream. She grabs Sam's arms squeezing them as I keep sucking her through an intensely satisfying orgasm.

When her body drops back to the deck, I release her clit and eagerly lap up her steadily flowing juices. Jenna and Sam are staring wide-eyed at Angie as she gasps for breath. I want to continue eating her pussy but realize the deck is too rough.

"Let's take this inside," I say as I stand up and get out of the pool.

"That was amazing," Angie says dreamily.

"Only round one, Babe," I assure her as I scoop her into my arms and carry her limp body into the house. Angie is short and doesn't weigh much but it's still a little bit of a workout to get her into the house and into the bedroom. The other two help me lie her on the bed. 

"More comfortable?" I ask as I slip off my wet swim trunks and lie down beside her. Turning on my side, I graze my hand across her abdomen.

"Mmm hmm," she agrees spreading her legs as my fingers comb through her damp pubic hair. 

"I'm going to let you catch your breath and then we're going to do it again... only better," I tell her. 

"Not sure if it can get much better," she smiles, obviously hoping she's wrong about that.

"Aren't you going to fuck her?" Jenna asks.

"All in due time, my dear," I respond, winking at Jenna. "Watch and learn, grasshopper." By the looks on their faces, none of them get the reference. 

"How do you feel?" I ask Angie as my fingers glide over her slick pussy lips. Her nipples are still erect and I lightly kiss each one.

"Kind of floaty," she says quietly. 

"Well, you're wet enough to float," I answer. She giggles bashfully as I dip my finger inside her frothing hole. 

"Mmm," she moans and spreads her legs farther apart. I scoop out a gob of her hot cream and bring my finger to my lips, making eye contact with her as I suck off the tasty coating.

Sam and Jenna, sitting on the bed on either side of Angie's head seem captivated by my actions. Jenna's nipples in particular seem to have grown more prominent, pushing against her thin bikini top. 

I dip my finger a couple more times smearing her taste over her puffy, pink nipples. Both Angie and Jenna gasp as I suck her flavor from her breasts and play with her overheated pussy.

"Do you kiss your boyfriend after he's had his tongue in you, or suck him after he's fucked you?" I ask Angie as my fingers slide back into her steamy opening.

"Sometimes," she whispers, clearly awe-struck that we're lying here having this conversation while I lick her sexy flavoring from my fingers and her tits. 

"Then you know how sexy you taste," I say bringing my fingers to her lips and gently prodding them open.

"Oh...my...god," Jenna whispers as she watches Angie suck her juices off of my fingers. Sam's eyes seem to be more interested in me than Angie; particularly my exposed erection, which is poking Angie's thigh. 

As I dip my fingers back into her hot pussy, Angie's hand encircles my cock.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asks as I bring my fingers back to her lips. 

"Not right now, Sweetie," I answer even though a blowjob from one of these sexy young ladies would be wonderfully welcome. "This is all about you, remember." Jenna looks like she's going to say something but she looks at Angie and doesn't. Now her attention is on my cock, too.

"But I've had my orgasm," she says, stroking her hand up and down my rigid shaft. 

"Only one little one," I say. "There's much more where that came from." To prove it, I position myself between her legs and start licking all around her red-hot snatch. 

She is much more sensitive this time and seems ready to climax in no time. I slow the pace, alternating frequently between tonguing her hole and sucking her clit. 

"Oh God! I'm so close!" Angie moans as I again relinquish her love bud in favor of slurping up her steadily flowing cream. Jenna and Sam are watching intently as I replace my tongue with my fingers, swirling them around inside her burning snatch as I suck her engorged clit into my mouth. 

"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Yeah! Oh YeaaaaaAAAAAH!" The final yeah turns into one continuous moan as Angie grabs the back of my head and bucks feverishly against my mouth. I vigorously pump my fingers in and out as I ease up a little on the sucking. Clamping her thighs against my ears, her pussy muscles pulsate around my fingers as her nails dig into my scalp. I keep sucking and lapping her juices as her body spasms and she jerks anxiously against my face. 

"Holy shit," Jenna whispers as Angie's sweat-soaked body drops back on the bed and she gulps air into her lungs. I pull my head back but leave my fingers insider her pulsating pussy. 

"There are condoms in that drawer," I tell Sam who raises her eyebrows at me. "I got them when I went out earlier," I answer her unasked question. Before Sam can respond, Jenna has jumped off the bed and is dashing over to the nightstand. 

"I'll get them," she says, excitedly opening the drawer. "A three-pack," she smiles. "You're prepared, Granddad," Jenna teases as she rips the foil package open with her teeth and extracts the lubricated sheath. 

"That's all they had at the local convenience store," I answer, holding my hand out for the condom. 

"I've got this," Jenna says, slapping my hand away as she steps closer. Grabbing my rigid cock, she expertly rolls the condom down the length of it, reinforcing my previous impression of her sexual experience. Her hand lingers at the base my shaft with her fingertips brushing my swollen balls as she tries to guide me towards Angie's splayed-open pussy. 

"I can take it from her," I assure her as I gently push her arm away. 

"Okay," Jenna smiles. "I'll just hang onto these in case we need them," she says, holding up the other two condoms.

"Jenna!" Sam hisses as I align my cock with Angie's well-lubricated pussy. 

"What?" Jenna asks, innocently without taking her eyes from mine. "I was only trying to help." She sashays her way back to the other side of the bed and crawls up next to Angie.

"You ready for the finale," I ask. 

"More than ready," Angie pants, having barely recovered from her recent orgasm. As my cock glides into her soggy pussy, I realize that our difference in height doesn't bode well for the missionary position. Her face will be buried in my chest while her tits are crushed against my stomach. Grabbing her thighs, I push her legs up until she's almost bent in half and drive my cock deep into her welcoming channel. 

"Oh yeah! Fuck me!" Angie cries as she reaches for her friends' hands. Sam and Jenna each take a hand and she smiles at them as I hold her legs down and start a steady rhythm.

It's been a long time since I've fucked with a condom but the snugness of her compact pussy goes a long way towards offsetting the lack of bare skin contact. Fuck! Not only am I eating and fucking an eighteen-year-old beauty but I'm doing it with her friends sitting next to her on my bed! I've never fucked with an audience before but it is surprisingly erotic and definitely arousing. 

My cock has been throbbing for at least an hour before we started fucking so I slow my rhythm down to try and prolong my release but Angie is having none of it. 

"Harder! Oh god! Faster! Fuck me harder and faster!" she cries and I pick up my speed, jackhammering my cock in and out of her eager pussy. Jenna and Sam are holding Angie's hands and staring at the swollen rod connecting our sweat-soaked bodies. Thankfully, the plastic sheathing is helping hold off my own orgasm until I can get Angie off.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!" Angie's knuckles are white from squeezing her friends' hands so tightly as I continue to pummel her enflamed pussy. Sensing how close she is, I let go of her legs and she instantly swings them down beside me. She arches her back and plants her heels on the bed as I grind my pelvic bone against her clit.

"Oh yeah! Oh Fuck! OhhhhhhhHHHHHHH! FUCCCCCK!" Angie's orgasm hits her like a freight train rumbling through her body. She convulses, her pussy clenches, and her head thrashes around on the mattress as I slam my cock home and explode inside her quivering pussy. Fuck!

Collapsing on top of her, I wrap my arms around her and flip us over so she's on top. Kissing the top of her head, I hold her tightly against me as I make eye contact with my granddaughter. 

Sam has a giant smile on her face and is breathing almost as hard as Angie. She just nods her approval and pats my shoulder. Turning to my left, I'm shocked to see Jenna tearing off her bikini top and exposing her gorgeous breasts. Her thick, dark nipples are fully aroused and jutting out from her large, jiggling tits.

"Jesus, Jenna!" What are you doing?" Sam asks, incredulous at her friend's behavior. 

"Did you see that?" Jenna asks, nodding towards Angie. "That was incredible. I want some of that!" she says anxiously as she unties the strings on her bikini bottom. 

"But Jenna," Sam pleads. "This was for Angie."

"Not anymore," Jenna says. "I've never seen anything like this and I'm not getting anywhere near this kind of pleasure from Matt. I don't know about you, Sam but there are two more condoms that shouldn't go to waste." Completely naked, Jenna kneels on the bed with her tantalizing breasts hanging inches from my face.

"How long do you need to recover, old man?" Jenna teases as she pinches her taut nipples. I turn questioningly to Sam who just shrugs her shoulders and smiles. Jesus! My cock is still buried inside Angie's pussy, which hasn't even stopped quivering. I've barely caught my breath before Jenna starts flaunting her voluptuous body at me. 

"I... um... just give us a few minutes, Jenna." I admonish her while staring at her unabashed nakedness. Her face assumes an exaggerated pout as she sits back on her haunches with her thighs spread. Staring directly into her glistening pussy, I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how aroused she's gotten from watching us fuck but I never expected this.

"So Angie," I whisper as I brush her damp hair from her forehead. "I guess we proved it wasn't you." 

"It's not me," she laughs. "It is definitely not me! God that was... I don't even know what that was... but thank you," she says, leaning up to kiss my lips while being careful not to disengage my spent cock from her still fluttering pussy. 

"So what is the problem," I probe to see if she's gotten the message.

"Rob doesn't know what he's doing," she smiles.

"What are you going to do about it?" I ask as she starts rocking back and forth on my semi-soft cock.

"Hey, Doctor Phil," Jenna smirks. "You've got patients waiting." 

"I'm going to talk to him, Granddad," Angie answers as we both ignore Jenna.

"Good girl," I tell her as she leans down for another kiss. We entwine our tongues for a few minutes and then I lift her off my spent cock and lie her down beside me on the bed. 

"My turn?" Jenna asks, reaching for my cock to remove the used rubber. "Want me to suck it hard, Granddad?"

"Just wait a minute." This time I slap her hand away before she can grab my cock. "I'm going to clean up before we can do anything. Safe sex doesn't just mean condoms, it means not trading sexual fluids between partners."

"He's right," Sam tells Jenna as she opens her mouth to complain.

"First, I'm going to get rid of this condom and then I'm going to take a shower." I tell them as I swing my legs off the bed.

"Granddad?" Jenna calls to me as I near the bathroom door. She jumps off the bed as I stop to look back. "Can I join you in the shower," she asks coyly. "It'll be like the foreplay you had with Angie in the pool." She offers encouragingly.

Does this woman ever give up? I stare dumbfounded at her naked body. As my eyes take in her lush breasts, aroused nipples and fur-lined pussy, I warm up to the idea.

"Good idea, Jenna," I smile. Give me a few minutes to me get rid of this," I say, pointing to my condom covered cock, "and brush my teeth then you can join me in the shower. It'll be fun." 

"Don't I know it!" she says, bouncing on her heels, which causes her breasts to jiggle enticingly. My cock starts responding even before I get the condom off. Whatever I've gotten myself into; it looks like it just multiplied.

I wrap the used condom in some tissue and put it in the wastebasket, making a mental note to dispose of the trash before my wife gets home. Of course, the way things are going I may have more than one condom in there before the day is over. 

I brush my teeth, paying special attention to my pussy-coated tongue. As I wait for the shower water to heat up, I reflect on what Jenna said to Sam. Surely, she isn't suggesting that Sam include herself in our little fuckfest. Fucking her friends isn't the smartest thing I've ever done but at least it isn't incest. I'm about to step into the shower when Jenna appears in the doorway, looking downright edible. 

"Ready?" she asks. Yes! For anything! Her thick, black nipples jut out invitingly from her luscious breasts and it takes considerable constraint not to start sucking on them before I've cleaned up.

Jenna joins me in the shower and we face each other with the spray hitting her back. I kiss her lightly on the lips thinking we'll take this nice and slow when she picks up the soap and starts lathering it all over my cock and balls. Fuck!

"This is what we need to clean up, right?" she asks with fake innocence while her soapy hand strokes up and down my recovering shaft. Pushing her firm tits into my chest, she teases my balls with one hand and strokes my cock with the other. She's driving me close to the edge with a simple hand job. Goddamn! Unlike Angie, this girl knows exactly what she's doing. 

My cock is eagerly responding to her machinations but I don't want to waste cum down the shower drain. Forcing her to release my cock, I kiss her hungrily on the lips, sucking her tongue into my mouth as her hands glide around and cup my ass cheeks. Pulling me tightly against her, she grinds her horny pussy against my soapy cock.

"Granddad," she sighs next to my ear. "You sure turn a girl on." She's rubbing her slick, sudsy body against me as she pinches and squeezes my ass cheeks. I lean my face down and our lips meet in a longer, more fervent kiss. Fuck! I've got to get control of this or we're going to fuck right here in the shower without any of the build up that Angie enjoyed.

Breaking the kiss, I start soaping Jenna's shoulders and down over her ample chest. I consciously slow myself down, reveling in my first touch of her firm, fleshy breasts. My cock is throbbing as I graze my palms over her hard nipples and press my fingers into her tender contours. Gently pulling on her exquisite nipples, I roll them between my thumb and index finger and tug them out farther from her breasts. 

"Mmmmm," she says, "I want you so bad, Granddad." 

"I want you too, Jenna," I whisper. "I think it's time we took this to the bedroom?"

"Yeah," she breathes, pushing me away so she can rinse off. After toweling each other dry, we head into the bedroom to join Angie and Sam on my king-sized bed. Jenna has her hand wrapped around my fully recovered cock, leading me into the bedroom like a pull toy. She is obviously going to be a handful and I can't wait to surprise her a little.

Angie is splayed out on my bed looking as contented as she ought to after her multiple orgasms. Sam is sitting near her head, staring uncomfortably at Jenna's hand encircling my hard cock. Or maybe she's just staring at my cock, I'm not sure so I try for a little humor.

"You're a little overdressed, Sam," I quip as she blushes and looks down at her bikini with wide-eyed apprehension.

"I'm just kidding, Sweetheart," I tell her as Jenna and I climb onto the bed. 

"Fuck! I am the only one dressed, aren't I?" Sam laughs nervously. Jenna lies next to Angie, scooting her over a little by bumping her hip against Angie's bare ass. 

"You're perfect, Sam," I answer, kissing her on the forehead. "I was just teasing you." I assure her before taking my place next to Jenna. 

I kiss Jenna and her tongue slices through my barely parted lips, ramping up the passion as she swirls it around in my mouth. My hand drifts across her stomach and my fingertips come to rest against the underside of her lovely brown breast. 

Jenna moans into my mouth as I caress her curvaceous mammary and my fingers find her taut nipple. I pinch, twist and pull on her thick protrusion as our tongues continue to dance lustfully. As good as the kiss is, I want my mouth on these nipples. I leave a quick trail of kisses as I slide down her body and encircle her left nipple with my lips. I've wanted to suck on these babies ever since they first showed up on my computer screen. 




Sex Lessons From Grandpa



"Oh yeah," Jenna breathes as I suck her nipple into my mouth and lightly drag my teeth along its length. My thought is to go slowly like I did with Angie, build up the arousal and maybe even convince Sam and Angie to join in a little too. Jenna caresses the back of my head, as I taste her nipple, teasing it to even greater tautness. 

I take my time ministering to her phenomenal breasts, leisurely biting, licking and sucking until I hear a slight change in her breathing that signals she's ready for more. My cock is rock solid and I want to fuck this young woman so badly but I hold these lustful thoughts in check as I kiss my way down her body and bury my face in her thick, carpet of pubic hair.

I love her nipples but this other fine attribute of her African-American ancestry is like a fucking aphrodisiac. I've never been with a black woman before and although Jenna is half Asian, her sponge-like pubic hair surrounding her thick, black labia is my erotic fantasy of a sexy black pussy. 

I hesitate before taking a taste of her delectable juice so I can savor the exotic view. Jenna is getting anxious and spreads her thighs wider, arching her back into a not very subtle invitation.

"Don't be so impatient," I whisper just before taking a long lick along her velvety pussy lips.

"Ohhh fuck!" Jenna cries, smiling at Angie. "You know what this feels like, don't you?" Jenna asks when Angie scoots up next to her for a better view. Angie just nods while raptly watching my tongue disappear between Jenna's swollen pussy lips. Sam is staring just as intently as Angie, and my cock's stiffening response shocks me. 

"Mmm, oh yeah," Jenna moans as I swirl my tongue around and enjoy her sweet nectar. Damn! I have never eaten two different pussies in the same day. Hell, even in the same month. Making a comparison between Angie and Jenna is inevitable. Angie's compact pussy with its thin outer lips emitted a slightly tangy taste and a strong personal aroma. Jenna's thick, dark pussy on the other hand has a more subdued fragrance and a much sweeter flavor. They are both very tasty. 

"Ohmygod!" Jenna bellows as I suck her distended clit into my mouth. Another big difference between the two; Jenna's clit is thicker and more pronounced than Angie's smaller love bud but every bit as sensitive. The whole morning has been one long bout of foreplay for Jenna from watching Angie and I fuck to lathering soap all over each other in the shower but even so her quick climax surprises both of us.

Ohhhh! Fuck!" Jenna cries as her orgasm strikes like a thunderclap, shaking her body and flooding my mouth with her frothy love juice. Damn! My tongue can't lap it up fast enough as her pulsating pussy keeps churning out more sweet syrup with each lick. 

Something about Jenna's sexual cockiness makes me want to work harder to surprise her. Her bountiful chest is heaving and she's gasping for breath as I bend her legs up beside her tits and bury my hard cock in her still quivering pussy. 

"Oh Fuuuuuck!" she gasps as her eyes pop open and she tries to squeeze her trembling pussy muscles around my cock. I hold it there, balls deep in her hot, velvety snatch without moving in or out. 

"I'm not going to fuck you yet," I whisper in answer to her unasked question about protection. "I just want to give you a taste of what's to come," I say, recognizing the double entendre as it leaves my lips.

"You can fuck me!" she cries. "I'm ready to be fucked!" I shake my head as I slowly withdraw my cock from her sizzling hole and lower her legs back onto the bed. 

"Not yet, but soon," I sigh, as I position my head between her mocha colored thighs and lick her dripping juices from around her flooded pussy. Jenna responds immediately, humping her enflamed pussy against my mouth and I decide it's time to raise the stakes.

"You guys want to help?" I ask, nodding toward Angie and Sam. 

"Sure," Angie answers automatically while Sam looks at me uncertainly. 

"Suck on her nipples," I tell them. All three of them look at me like I've just fallen out of the sky. "Trust me, it will send her into an unbelievable state of orgasmic bliss." Neither one moves. 

"She would do it for you, wouldn't you, Jenna?" She nods euphorically, looking from one friend to the other. 

"Angie, you take that breast," I say, nodding towards Jenna's left tit. "Just do it," I encourage her with just a hint of adult authority in my voice. She shrugs and leans down, wrapping her lips around her friend's swollen nipple. 

"Sam, are you with us or not?" I ask, feeling only a little guilty for pushing her to do this. She watches Angie for a few seconds and then glances at Jenna's pleading eyes. It's obvious that Jenna wants this but Sam is still hesitant.

"Please," Jenna whispers. Sam scoots over, flashes me a look I can't decipher and then sucks Jenna's right nipple into her mouth. Jenna wraps her arms around their backs and sighs contentedly.

"Just do whatever comes naturally," I advice, knowing they've never done anything like this before. "Tease her the way you'd want your nipples to be teased." Oh fuck! They're actually doing it! My cock is so fucking hard as I watch these beauties suckle at Jenna's magnificent brown breasts. I dive in, devouring Jenna's succulent pussy while keeping my eyes glued to the erotic sucking motion of their tender lips around their friend's nipples. 

"Ohhh God!" Jenna cries as the three-person assault on her body drives her into an unexpected frenzy. She's humping against my mouth, grabbing her friends' hair and moaning loudly as another orgasm rapidly approaches.

"Squeeze her breasts," I tell them as I push two fingers into Jenna's juicy cunt and flick my tongue across her clit. This time neither one hesitates as they knead her bountiful tits and continue sucking her taut nipples. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming again!" Jenna screams. "Oh god! I'm fucking cummmming!" I piston my fingers in and out of her steaming pussy and suck her clit completely into my mouth. They're really into it now and I watch with amazement as Sam squeezes Jenna's large breast and tugs on her nipple with her teeth, stretching it out from the surrounding areola. Angie sees her and follows suit with Jenna's other nipple.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOHHH! FUCK!" Jenna's body convulses with quick, jerky tremors as her intense orgasm judders her body and saturates her pussy with fresh juice. I continue my onslaught with my lips wrapped around her clit and my fingers pumping her hole until the jerking settles down into light trembling.

"Don't stop," I instruct them as I push Jenna's legs in the air and slide my hard cock into her well-lubricated pussy.

"Jesusfuckingchrist!" Jenna yells, clawing at her friends' backs and clutching her pussy muscles around my rigid cock. God, she feels so fucking good! I start pounding into Jenna's anxious pussy when Sam abruptly abandons Jenna's tit and sits up with a start. Her eyebrows arch as her wide eyes dart frantically around the room searching for who knows what. What the fuck? 

Sam scrambles off the bed and runs over to my dresser. Shit! I forgot the fucking condom. Sam is tearing the package open and pushing against my stomach to disengage my cock from her friend's smoldering pussy. I pull out, leaving Jenna humping air as Sam wraps her hand around my slick cock. Fuck! This is my granddaughter! Her somewhat incestuous touch fuels my arousal and my cock pulsates against her fingers while I try not to hump her hand. 

Sam isn't nearly as experienced as Jenna and she fumbles a little trying to get the condom positioned correctly on my cockhead. Her hand is shaking as she nervously rolls the lubricated sheath down the length of my cock. Is it simply inexperience or does she feel the same incestuous arousal that I'm feeling? 

"Thank you," I whisper. Sam blushes as she smooths out the wrinkles along my shaft. With the condom firmly in place, Sam positions my cockhead against Jenna's fur-lined opening and I slowly start sliding back inside of her. Sam's fingers linger longer than necessary on my throbbing cock as it descends into her friend's tight love canal. Locking eyes with me, she brushes her fingertips across my balls as she pulls her hand away.

Fuck! I slam my swollen cock into Jenna's sweltering cunt as I watch Sam crawl back up on the bed to resume her place. Her face is flush as she closes her eyes and sucks Jenna's nipple back into her mouth. I may be pounding into Jenna's pussy but my eyes are fastened on my alluring granddaughter. 

Jesus! Could Sam really be thinking about using the third condom? As Jenna's pussy pulsates around my jackhammering cock I imagine my sexy granddaughter stretched out under me. I remember how enticing I found her naked breasts and her blonde pubic hair when I saw her on the video. Now, curled up next to her friend with her long, shapely legs drawn up tightly I gape at her bikini covered ass cheeks and imagine her snug love channel as I pummel Jenna's smoldering cunt. 

"Oh God!" Jenna moans. "Oh...my...fucking...God!" Jenna starts shaking as I continue my unabashed assault on her battered pussy. "I'm cumming!" she screams. "I'm fucking cumming again!" She pushes Sam and Angie away from her breasts and grabs my arms to pull me down on top of her. I drop down, settling myself on her soft tits as I jam my tongue in her mouth and I slam my cock into her shuddering pussy. 

Arching her back and vigorously bucking beneath me, Jenna is bringing me right along with her. Breaking the kiss I look toward Sam but she has scooted down by the foot of the bed. I'm trying to see why when I feel her hand lightly squeeze my ass cheek and then her fingers caressing my balls. Holy shit! I lose it right then; jerkily spurting a huge load of cum deep inside Jenna's pussy while Sam lightly strokes my balls. 

"Oh yeaaaaahh!" Jenna bellows, shaking and shivering as her orgasm overtakes her. Digging her nails into my shoulders, she clenches her pussy around my cock and rides out her pleasure. 

Sam glides her hand up over my ass while Jenna and I gasp for breath. Before Sam moves up next to me I swear I feel her lips place a quick kiss on my ass cheek but I could be imagining it. 

"That was..." Jenna pants. "Wow! Granddad..." I brush her damp hair from her forehead and kiss her lightly on the lips as we both struggle to catch our breath. My spent cock is enjoying the pulsating rhythms emanating from her torrid pussy as Angie and Sam cuddle up beside us. 

"You should do this!" Jenna says, turning her head to make eye contact with Sam. 

"He's my grandfather," Sam protests, but noticeably without a lot of conviction. 

"So what?" Janna asks. "You're not going to marry him or have his baby. This may be a once in a lifetime thing," she argues. I intentionally don't look at Sam as I let Jenna make her points.

"You really should think about it, Sam," Angie pipes up from the other side of the bed. "I know it's weird but you can't imagine how good it feels," she giggles as she pulls me into a passionate kiss. 

What the fuck! My cock is buried in one smoldering pussy while another naked coed is tongue dancing with me and they're both trying to convince my sexy granddaughter to fuck me. Somehow it seems like the most natural thing in the world even though nothing about this feels normal. I'm pretty sure that most grandfathers don't experience anything like this. 

I move my arm over Angie's body, fondling her firm ass cheeks as we continue our mouthwatering kiss. My cock starts to stir inside Jenna's saturated pussy and she squeezes her muscles around it. I doubt I can go another round any time soon but it's nice to know the response is still there after two orgasms. I slide my hand between Angie's legs and my fingers stroke her slick pussy lips. 

"Mmmm," she moans into my mouth as I tease her pussy. 

"You guys are incorrigible!" Sam sighs, getting off the bed. She flips the third condom onto the side of the bed she just vacated. "Here," she says. "You guys might need this." Sam walks out of the bedroom as Jenna starts rocking my semi-recovered cock in and out of her drenched pussy. 

"It's my turn again," Angie says, breaking the kiss and staring at her friend. 

"It's nobody's turn yet," I laugh. "I'm not that young anymore." Reluctantly, I pull my fingers from Angie's burning snatch and my cock from Jenna's pussy. I roll over and get off the bed, leaving these two naked ladies wanting more. What could be better than that?

"Maybe later, Granddad," Jenna calls after me as I head for the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. 

"Maybe later," I agree, glancing back at these two beauties lying naked across my bed. "Of course, later." I amend before ducking into the bathroom. 

After disposing of the condom, I take a long, hot shower while trying to imagine what's going through Sam's mind. After all, this was her idea... well; at least she readily endorsed it. She wanted me to fuck her friends and I never for a minute thought she was part of the deal. Well, not at first anyway. 

Then after she put the condom on me and intentionally caressed my balls, I started to wonder. Of course, that could be dismissed as her wanting to ensure we used protection. In fact, everything could be explained away right up until she started caressing my balls while my cock was slamming into Jenna's cunt. There's no explaining Sam touching my balls other than sheer horniness. Then why did she act so disgusted when she left the room.

I towel off and step into my bedroom to get dressed. Angie and Jenna are still stretched out on my bed with their eyes closed. My cock stirs at the sight of their naked bodies. They both look well fucked but ready for more. I hesitate, wondering if I shouldn't just join them on the bed for another round. Maybe later, I sigh. I slip on my shorts and go looking for Sam. Damn. Yesterday I was watching illicit video of these naked beauties and today... well shit, the day isn't even over yet.

I find Sam in the living room, flipping channels on the TV. 

"Hey," I say, sitting down beside her. Except for a quick glance at my crotch, she ignores me.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be," Sam answers with typical snarkiness for her age that can mean anything from, "I really am fine," to "Get the fuck away from me." I decide to ignore the complex innuendo or thinly veiled sarcasm and get right to the point.

"There's any number of reasons I can think of why you wouldn't be," I answer as I notice how hard her nipples are, poking at the front of her bikini top. "That was pretty intense in there," I offer.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Sam says, staring at the TV. "I thought you three would still be going at it, maybe you can get them to eat each other's pussies since you got us to suck Jenna's nipples."

"Are you mad at me, Sam," I ask. Fuck, wasn't all of this her idea? What did she have to be mad about? The silence stretches uncomfortably and I'm about to fill it when Sam turns her head towards me.

"You wanted to do me next, didn't you, Grandpa?" Sam asks, looking directly into my eyes. Fuck! Why did she have to pick now to look at me? I'm sure there is no right answer to this but I take a stab in the dark.

"In the heat of the moment... yes. But only if you wanted me to, Sam," I answer honestly. Sam goes back to flipping channels and I sit quietly, just watching the rise and fall of her breasts inside her skimpy bikini top.

"I don't know..." she whispers barely audible above the sound of the TV. "If you weren't my grandfather, I'd have been tearing open that third condom in a heartbeat," she admits. "But that would be incest, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, Sam, it would." I answer. "And I would never want you to do anything you might regret." I pull her into a very platonic embrace that is a lot more grandfatherly than I've acted all day.

"I'm not mad, Grandpa," Sam says, snuggling into my arms and leaning her head on my shoulder. "I'm just confused... and horny!" she laughs. "I had to watch all that without joining any of the fun." 

"I understand," I say and it sounds lame even as I say it. 

"There you are!" Jenna says, bounding into the room with Angie right behind her. "We were getting lonely in there," she smiles. They're each wearing one of my t-shirts and the thin material is doing nothing to hide their exquisite charms. "We borrowed a couple of your shirts, Granddad," Jenna says, twirling around like she's showing off the latest fashion. 

"What's going on?" Angie asks, her eyes darting between the two of us and the TV. 

"Nothing," Sam spits out the word, making it sound like she's disgusted that it's true.

"Who's hungry," I ask, thinking I need to quickly change the subject. 

"How about if I take the three most lovely ladies I know out to dinner?" I ask after they all admit to being famished.

"Um, I'm telling Grandma that you think we're lovelier than she is," Sam teases. Having broken the tension, I watch them talk over each other's sentences as they offer restaurant and attire suggestions for the evening. 

"I'm starved," Jenna announces as the hostess at a local restaurant and bar explains the specials. 

"I can't imagine why," Sam whispers and I wonder if I'm imagining the envious tone of voice.

"I can't help it," she whispers back after the hostess has left. "Sex always makes me hungry." She winks and smiles invitingly at me. 

"It never had that affect on me until today," Angie says. "Thank you, Granddad."

"My pleasure," I answer with a broad smile.

"Mine, too!" Angie says, picking up on my ulterior meaning. 

"And mine!" Jenna laughs but stops abruptly when Sam glowers at her two friends. Jenna just shakes her head and closes her menu. "I know what I'm having," she says giving me that same lascivious look that started this mess. 

We're in a small seating area on one side of the restaurant which is separated into two distinct areas by an old fashioned wooden bar sporting a half dozen bar stools. There is a small dance floor on other side of the bar and I check out the jukebox as the ladies peruse their menus. I am pleased to find it stocked with a fine selection of the kind of soul songs that we used to call beach music. 

We have a wonderful dinner and the conversation even includes a few non-sexual topics. When discussion gets around to the two guys who are arriving tomorrow both Jenna and Angie get overly animated about teaching their boyfriends how to pleasure a woman. 

"I think we should do it together," Angie says. "Like we did with granddad this afternoon."

"They'll have one hotel room with two beds," Jenna says. "They're probably expecting us to take turns letting each couple have the room while the other couple walks on the beach or whatever."

"Do you think they'll go along with doing it together?" Sam asks no one in particular.

"They won't have a choice if they want to get laid," Jenna announces. 

"And they definitely want to get laid," Angie laughs. 

"Maybe we can set up a little challenge to see who can eat their girlfriend to orgasm first," Jenna suggests excitedly.

"They are very competitive!" Angie agrees, her face flushing with excitement. 

"What prize does the winner get?" I ask teasingly without any expectation that there will actually be a prize. Jenna shows me that seductive smile and leans over to whisper in Angie's ear. 

"OH!" Angie gasps. "Really? I mean... are you fucking kidding me?" she stammers a little louder than she should and quickly covers her mouth and lowers her voice. "Would you?" she asks Jenna.

"If you will," Jenna answers without a hint of hesitation.

"What?" Sam asks. "What are you two plotting?"

"The winner," Jenna says, pausing with a flair for the dramatic. "Gets both of us."

"At the same time?" I ask, suddenly interested in this conversation.




Sex Lessons From Grandpa



"Um... no... I mean... we didn't," Angie stutters as she looks at Jenna for confirmation.

"Why not?" Jenna smiles.

"Yeah, why not," Angie goes along with her friend.

"Well, why didn't I win anything this afternoon?" I jest. 

"You've already had both of them," Sam says exasperatedly. 

"But not together," I counter just to see what they'll say.

"The evening is still young," Jenna smiles. 

"And our boyfriends don't get here until tomorrow," Angie adds. "Your bed is certainly large enough for all of us to sleep comfortably." Whoa boy! I look at Sam who just shrugs her shoulders. 

"Or not sleep..." Jenna adds. My cock is hardening at the prospect of a night with these two beauties and I try to discreetly adjust my shorts. Sam is sitting right next to me and catches on immediately to my predicament. 

"Want to dance, Granddad?" she asks as a slow soul ballad comes on the jukebox. Standing up and holding her hand out to me, she doesn't give me much choice. The giggles from the table as we walk to the dance floor convince me that my bulging shorts did not go unnoticed. 

As I take Sam in my arms she surprises me by reaching down between us and adjusting my cock so it's sandwiched between us instead of poking at her. 

"Better?" she asks with a twinkle in her eye.

"Much," I answer, pulling her tightly against me and enjoying the feeling of her body against my hardness. 

"Are you really going to do both of them at once?" Sam asks but doesn't give me a chance to answer. "How do you actually do that, anyway?"

"First, I won't do it if you don't want me to," I answer, lifting her chin so we are eye to eye. "Second, there are any number of creative ways to have a threesome."

"Oh really?" Sam smiles. "You've done this before?" 

"I take the fifth," I answer but the memory is vivid of the only other time I was in bed with two women together. 

"Was one of them grandma?" Sam asks curiously. 

"Maybe," I answer cryptically. 

Actually, it was. When we were still dating we didn't have a regular place to have sex. One of her girlfriends had a one-bedroom apartment she would let us use when she was in class or at work. One night, we went over there after some serious partying and her friend said we were welcome to her bed but she wasn't leaving. We joked about a threesome and her friend readily agreed before either of us realized we'd been taken seriously. We were horny and drunk and figured, what the fuck. It's been a long time but I'm not a complete stranger to threesomes.

"Really?" Sam smiles. "That is so awesome!" She raises her eyebrows at me when my cock twitches between us. "Fond memories?" she teases as she hugs me tighter and grinds her pussy against my hard-on. When the music stops, I'm in worse shape than when we walked over here. 

"I think granddad's ready to go home," Jenna says with her eyes locked on the front of my shorts. 

"I'm ready," Angie says, jumping out of her chair and looking at us anxiously. I just laugh and shake my head as these three horny young women turn towards the exit. Damn! I'm as anxious as they are to get home and let nature take its course.

"Shotgun!" Sam calls as we exit the restaurant. She smiles and takes my hand as we walk to the car. I open the door for her and she gives me a peck on the cheek before sliding into the passenger seat. She takes my hand again once we're on the road and holds it in her lap but is surprisingly silent while we drive home. Angie and Jenna on the other hand are whispering frantically to each other during the short drive to our house. 

Both of Sam's friends start stripping off their clothes as soon as we're in the house. 

"It's okay to get naked, isn't it?" Angie asks as she slips off her blouse and drops it on the end of the couch. I nod my head and plop down in my favorite chair to watch the double striptease. Sam conveniently disappears into the kitchen ostensibly to get a Diet Coke but I think she's just trying to avoid this whole thing.

Jenna's tits spring free as she shrugs out of her bra and tosses it at me. Catching it in one hand, I set it on the end table just as Angie's bra comes flying at me. They're are laughing hysterically as they prance around, shaking their bare tits and unzipping their shorts. My cock is rock solid as I watch them turn their asses towards me and start tugging their shorts and panties down. 

Sam comes back into the living room just as her friends wiggle their bare asses in my direction. Sam stops midstride and just stares at my bulging crotch. I try to decipher what she's thinking but Angie and Jenna have decided I need to lose my clothes, too.

"Come on, Granddad," Jenna says, kneeling in front of my chair as she pulls at my zipper. "We need you naked, too." As if choreographed, Angie kneels next to her and I lift my ass off the chair as these two naked nymphs pull my shorts off. 

"Hmmm what have we here?" Jenna laughs as she delicately pulls the elastic band of my boxers over the tip of my cock.

"He looks happy to see us," Angie quips, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock as Jenna tosses my boxers aside. Sam has moved to the doorway that leads down the hall and she's slowly sipping from her soft drink can as she watches her two friends.

Raising my eyebrows, I lock eyes with my granddaughter to make sure she's okay with this. She smiles resignedly and blows me a kiss before she disappears down the hall. I don't know what that means but I'm not in any position to find out right now.

"You need to lose the shirt," Jenna says, grabbing the bottom of my golf shirt and pulling it up. I raise my arms as she stands up and lifts it over my head. As she stretches to pull it off my arms, she's treating me to a very nice close up view of her voluptuous breasts with their firm, dark nipples. 

My shirt hits the floor and Jenna rejoins Angie on the floor in front of me. Jenna licks her lips as Angie lightly strokes the length of my hardened cock. 

"I want to taste it," Jenna whispers, pushing her tongue out as she leans forward. Angie is on the same wavelength, moving her hand down to the base of my cock as she turns my cockhead towards Jenna's tongue. 

"Oh yeah," I moan as Angie holds my rigid shaft and Jenna licks the end of it like an ice cream cone. Holy fuck! 

"My turn," Angie says, pulling my cock over to her own mouth and licking it exactly the same way Jenna did. My ass slides towards the edge of my chair as they take turns liking all around my swollen cockhead. Just when I think the world couldn't get any better, Angie slowly feeds my hard cock into Jenna's wide-open mouth. 

"Oh my God!" I cry as Jenna wraps her warm, wet lips around my cock and slides them down most of its length. Angie has moved her hand down to my balls and is gently caressing them as Jenna pulls her lips back along my thick shaft, her eyes locked on mine as she flicks her tongue against the underside. Angie continues to tease my balls while I hump my cock in and out of Jenna's talented mouth. Fuck!

Jenna strokes my cock with her hand as she pulls her mouth off and once again her tongue does the ice cream lick all around the bulbous head. Angie nudges her friend as she continues to tease my balls and Jenna slides her mouth down on one side of my cock while Angie leans forward and starts licking up and down the other side. 

"Oh fuck!" I groan as their two tongues lick all over the sides of my throbbing cock. I'm bucking my ass off the chair; positive I won't last very long, when they start taking turns sucking my cockhead into their mouths. 

Oh God! They're almost kissing each other around my cock head as they lick and nibble the sides of it. Angie is still playing with my balls as Jenna strokes up and down my saliva coated cock. If having their warm mouths alternately sucking on my cockhead isn't heaven, I don't know what is. These two sexy goddesses are trading my cock between their mouths and I'm about to shoot through the roof! 

"Oh god yes! Oh fuck!" I groan as my cock erupts into Angie's mouth. She must have felt my balls tighten, because she slipped her open mouth over the end just in time. Instead of keeping her lips wrapped around me, she immediately slides her mouth to the side so Jenna's mouth can take her place and swallow my second spurt of cum. They continue to alternate sliding their mouths over the end of my cock until I am completely drained and then they sit up and smile at each other as they wipe the cum from around their mouths. 

"We're going to get you hard again," Jenna smiles. "We're not done with this yet, are we Angie." 

"Not even close," Angie says, as she licks all around my spent shaft. Jenna pushes my knees up and lowers her mouth to my balls as Angie sucks my soft cock into her mouth. With one of them licking my balls and the other one sucking my cock, I start to recover faster than I ever thought possible. With my hard cock pointing at the ceiling, both ladies lean back on their haunches and smile at me.

"Who's first?" Jenna asks, cocking her head to the side as both of them spread their thighs apart. What a question! I stare at Angie's perfectly round medium-sized tits with their puffy pink nipples before dropping my eyes to her dark brown triangular patch pointing down to her moist pussy lips and her long shapely legs. Shifting my eyes to Jenna, I smile at her more abundant breasts with their thick, dark nipples protruding like bullets in the center of her large, round areolas. Her spongy pubic hair surrounds her puffy pussy lips and her legs are every bit as enticing as Angie's.

"Perhaps we should take this into the bedroom," I say without choosing who's first. 

"We only have one condom," Angie pouts. "What do we do?" 

"He's doesn't need a condom for his tongue," Jenna says, standing up and leading the parade down the hall to my bedroom. I eagerly follow behind these two nubile nymphs; mentally comparing Jenna's fully rounded ass cheeks with Angie's cute bottom. My cock is rock solid as they crawl up on my bed and await my instructions. How did I ever get this lucky?

They are laying on their backs so close that their shoulders touch when I crawl up next to them. I can't help but smile at the perfect lineup their four lovely breasts make. It's like having my own little smorgasbord of tits and an all you can eat pussy buffet. Using both my hands and my mouth, I initially leave one of Jenna's breasts without any attention but zealously switch off between all four tits as I squeeze, suck and bite them into full arousal. 

Their pussies are a different matter. I've seen bunches of threesome videos and I have some ideas about how I can please them both but it kind of depends on what they are willing to do. 

I start by massaging Angie's pussy as I kneel between Jenna's legs.

"How are you going to do us both?" Angie asks as I slide my thumb into her juicy pussy and rock my palm against her mound. "Mmmmm," she moans as I lower my mouth to Jenna's succulent snatch. 

"Oh, yeah!" Jenna cries as my tongue snakes around her slick lips and dips into her anxious pussy.

"Are you going to trade off like you did on our breasts?" Angie asks, obviously anxious for my tongue rather than my hand. 

"I'm going to try," I answer, taking a breath from Jenna's pussy. "How much are you two willing to help out each other?" I ask as my other hand teases Jenna's cunt while I move over to suck on Angie's pussy. So much for not trading sexual fluids between partners. 

"What do you mean?" Angie pants as I lick, nibble and tease her aroused cunt. 

"He means will we go down on each other," Jenna answers. It's exactly what I mean but I wasn't going to be so blunt about it. 

"Oh!" Angie says, giving me no indication of her thoughts on the subject.

"You've seen how exciting it is to suck each other's nipples," I offer as a starting point while lightly chewing on Angie's outer labia. They look at each other trying to discern what each is thinking.

"Try kissing," I say. "And we'll take it from there." I step up my machinations of Jenna's pussy while I suck Angie's clit into my mouth.

"OhhhhhH!" Angie quivers as I flick my tongue across her sensitive love button. I watch as their lips meet in a close-mouthed kiss. It's a start.

Any guy would kill to be in my place; two willing young women with their pussies splayed open, my fingers in one and my mouth on the other. Fuck, what an erotic fantasy? So why can't I concentrate? Why is my mind drifting to my sexy granddaughter? Why did she have such an anguished look when she blew me that kiss? Wasn't this all her idea? Why isn't she here enjoying it with us? 

"Oh God! Don't stop!" Jenna cries. Damn! I'd lost focus on their pleasure as my mind wandered into the other bedroom with Sam. I switch again, sucking Jenna's clit into my mouth as I finger fuck Angie's soggy pussy.

"Oh yeah! Just like that," Angie moans as I flick my thumb across her aroused clit. Both of them are rocking hard towards their respective orgasms, their asses humping off the bed as I work my hand and my mouth on them. Jenna comes first with an explosion of tangy juices flooding my mouth.

"Ohhhh my GOD!" Jenna screams as I lap up her tasty nectar. As much as I'd love to suck all of her delicious cream, Angie hasn't cum yet. Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I drive Angie over the top in less than a minute. 

"Yes! Yes! YES!" Angie cries, grabbing the back of my head and bucking her pussy against my mouth. "Don't you fucking move!" Angie bellows just before her orgasm rips through her body and gives me a second helping of girl cum in as many minutes.

Their chests are heaving as they gasp for breath. I gently roll them towards each other as I slip off the bed. Their bodies still trembling and yearning for comfort instinctively reach out for each other. I smile as their arms and legs entwine and they begin a slow passionate kiss. 

I watch for a minute before ducking into the bathroom to wash their scent off my face and hands. Walking naked into the living room, I find my shorts and pull them on before heading down the hall to see Sam. 

I find her in her bed, flipping through a magazine. Her swimsuit pieces are tossed casually on the floor beside her bed and she's wearing one of my t-shirts. Laying on her back with her knees pulled up, the t-shirt stretches over her knees but doesn't quite cover her ass. My cock tries to respond even before I notice that the v-neck leaves half of her right tit exposed. 

"Hey," I say as I enter the bedroom.

"I borrowed one of your t-shirts," Sam says without looking up from her magazine. 

"I noticed,' I smile. "It looks better on you than it does on me." 

"How come you're not in there with them?" she quips, nodding her head towards the next room. "It sounded like you were having fun." I hadn't thought about how thin the walls are in this place. Sam probably heard every squeal and moan from her two friends.

"Are you upset with me, Sam?" I ask as I sit on the bed next to her. "Because I seem to remember you almost begging me to do this." I say, taking the magazine out of her hands and laying it on the nightstand so she'll have to look at me. 

"I'm not upset," she sighs. "It's just... I don't know... it just all kind of got out of hand." She sits up and wraps her arms around me, leaning her head against my chest. "I thought you'd give Angie her orgasm, we'd all see how you did it and that would be it. I didn't expect Jenna to jump into it and everything."

"I'm sorry, Sam," I tell her as I pull her into a tighter hug and feel the warmth of her body through the thin t-shirt. 

"It's not your fault," she says. "Are you going back in there," she asks, pulling away from me so she can look at my face. 

"Huh-uh," I shake my head no. "I'll sleep on the couch and let them have the bed." I hadn't really thought about where I'd sleep until just now. 

"No, you don't have to sleep on the couch, Grandpa," Sam says. "If you're not going back in there, please sleep here next to me." As she says this, she scoots over to make room for me to lie down. I'm still wearing just my shorts. I lie down next to Sam and she cuddles up to my side as I wrap my arm around her.

"Just a second," Sam says, sitting up and pulling the t-shirt over her head. "I can't sleep with this on, okay?" Without waiting for an answer she tosses the t-shirt on the floor and snuggles up next to me completely naked. Oh fuck! The warmth of her tits against my side sends erection messages to my cock. 

"Are you sure, Sam?" I ask, tentatively putting my arm back around her as she squirms around getting comfortable. "I think I'll leave my shorts on," I tell her as I try to find a place for my hand that isn't on her ass cheek. The problem is my arm is just long enough to rest against her ass.

"Really, Grandpa?" Sam laughs. "I watched you fuck my friends, I put a condom on your... um cock," she says, smiling sheepishly. "And now you're worried about me seeing you naked?" She has a good point but I don't think that's what I'm worried about.

"I'm just worried... never mind," I kiss the top of her head but I leave my shorts on. We lie there quietly as I try to think of anything except the contours of my granddaughter's naked body hugging mine. After a few minutes, Sam breaks the silence with the most unexpected announcement. 

"Grandma called while you were... um... busy," she says quietly.

"Oh?" 

"Yeah, and I... um... kind of... um... you know... told Grandma what you were doing with Jenna and Angie," Sam says quietly.

"What?" I almost yell as I jerk my head up.

"She actually guessed!" Sam says, pulling her head back to look at me. When she does I have a clear view of her breasts as they hang deliciously from her chest. "I was telling her about Angie's problem and Grandma said it was too bad that you couldn't prove to her that it wasn't her. When I didn't answer, she guessed that you probably had." Sam is almost sitting up now with her eyes locked on mine.

"What did Grandma say," I ask as I try to process what she's saying. I am so distracted by her nakedness that I'm having trouble concentrating.

"She said you were the... um... best... you know, pussy eater in the world and that Angie was lucky to have you helping her." Sam tries a smile to see how I react. Damn! My wife and I have always had an adventurous sex life but I hadn't intended to tell her about Sam's friends.

"What else did Grandma say?" I ask, seriously considering whether I should suck her closest nipple into my mouth. Before I get a chance, she settles back down with her head on my chest and her tits squished against my side. I wrap my palm firmly around her ass cheek and pull her against me.

"She said she'd call you in the morning. She didn't want to interrupt anything," Sam answers as she wiggles her butt gently against my hand. Fuck! 

"I'm sorry, Grandpa," Sam says, leaning up to kiss me on my cheek. My mind is racing and my cock is feeling severely cramped inside my shorts. 

"It's fine, Sam," I whisper, wondering if I'm going to sleep at all tonight. She settles against me and is asleep in no time at all. I keep my hand on her firm ass while trying to anticipate what tomorrow will bring.

I must have finally dozed off because when I wake up, Sam has her arm across my chest and her leg draped over mine in the most provocative manner. I remind myself she's my granddaughter but the message doesn't seem to make it to my cock. 

The next time I awaken, Sam is gone and I hear a hair dryer in the bathroom. I'm just starting to wonder if I dreamt it all when she walks into the bedroom with a towel around her waist. Her beautiful white breasts are on full display and while I'm appreciating them, she drops the towel and comes over to the bed for a good morning kiss.




Sex Lessons In 1943



There are guys like me out there

for Bonila145

I'd been late all day -- late for morning chow, in the latrine too long, and late for Physical Training on the afterdeck. All I heard, hour after hour, was screaming from the sergeants. 

How I ended up in the Army, I'd never know. At only 5'2", I thought I was too short for the draft, but in 1942, the physical test for the US Army was, "You got two arms? You got two legs? You pass!"

As I went through Basic Training, Infantry training, and found myself climbing aboard a troop ship in San Francisco in 1943, something in the back of my mind sorta bothered me. I grew up on a farm in Kansas. Never saw a naked man. Oh, maybe once or twice when Pa took a leak, a few times when the boys went skinny-dipping in Japhus Pond. But never like the Army. Dozens of nude men in the showers every morning, many wandering around the latrine bare as they shaved and brushed their teeth.

Bothered me, sorta. Nowadays, being "gay" is a known thing, not so strange. Back in 1943 I couldn't even spell homosexual. No such thing as far as I was concerned. I figured myself as normal as any guy, just that I was fascinated by cocks. Even before I knew what to call them. 

Life aboard the US Navy troopship Docipetus had been awful for several weeks. We had no real idea where we were going except somewhere in the south Pacific. Only scuttlebutt "knew." One version said we were on our way to Hawaii. When the weather grew too hot, we figured we were on our way to Guadalcanal, Pelileu, dozens of places. We had rifle drills, physical training, etc, etc, but man, time on the Pecitus was boring! A gray metal prison, a steel cage floating us to death and hell.

I had a lot of time to think.

One evening I was really hungry. Stomach rumbling. The Navy fed us aboard ship, and I wondered if I might find a friendly cook. I waited until the MP guards (on watch to keep us in the Army area) were distracted, and I slipped out into the ship's passageways.

I actually did blunder upon a ship's kitchen, and I asked the cook for a little snack. He looked from side to side then gave me a Spam sandwich. Nuts. The mess area was empty, so I took a seat at one of the cold metal tables. While I sat eating, he brought me a cup of coffee and a small dish of warm German potato salad (that's what my mother called it, but in those days it was "Liberty potato salad").

I took a deep breath. The frenzy of the day was over, and we were cruising on smooth seas. I shrugged the tension out of my shoulders. Good coffee. For some reason Navy java always tasted good. 

"You one of them soldiers? What you doin' here?" Deep voice. I turned to look. Damn. Very muscular sailor. Very dirty. Covered with black grease. 

From the dark stains on his shirt, I figured he was one of the Black Gang -- the engine room crew, mechanics, stokers, dirtiest job on the ship. But that filthy tank-top undershirt showed off thick, well-shaped shoulders and arms, and, jeez, his meaty hands nearly hid his coffee mug. It hit me I'd never been so close to such a big guy.

Curls of thick, dark, oily hair sprouted out of his shirt (shrunk from many launderings and tight on his firm chest muscles). Thick nipples poked through the thin material. I gulped, then realized I was staring. I took a drink of my own coffee.

But I couldn't help but look back at the contours of that thin shirt over his lean belly and on into the well-worn crotch of his jeans. (Sailors' duty uniform was bluejeans. We had to wear green fatigue pants). I didn't really want to -- it wasn't "decent" -- but as I took a bite of the sandwich, I noticed the bulge below his belt. Damn, what a man. 

As I looked into his blue eyes, I got a strange feeling, and my cock twitched. Damn, never met such a handsome man! Well, he wasn't "handsome," really. More like Masculine. Powerful. Strong. Virile. 

My bazooka hardened in my pants. Damn, what's coming over me? "Yeah, I'm with XIV Corps." I smiled. "You know where we're headed?"

He smiled back. Not a handsome smile. Bad teeth. But something, something about him had a powerful effect. Like in my wet dreams. Incredible feeling: lust rose out of my balls as I sat in the flamethrower of his smile. That voice again: "No, I dunno. An' even if I did, I couldn't tell ya."

Everything about the man gave me chills up my back. Voice like a pipe organ. He went on: "It's been a rough couple of weeks for all of us. You wonderin' where we're goin', us wonderin' if we'll get there..." He paused. "Maybe I don't need to tell ya. I know how bad it is down in them Army quarters."

I don't know what came over me. I couldn't stop soaking in his manly beauty. Almost with every movement, his biceps flexed, beefy muscles rippled under the hair of those dirty arms, and – Damn! -- I breathed the musk of his sweat.

As he went on talking, my horny mind ran amok, slipping off his dirty shirt, touching those nipples, touching that damp chest hair. And tugging on his belt buckle, pulling down his pants—What. The. Hell?? What am I thinking?? Am I becoming a—what do they call them—Queer??

He paused. "You a little dis-tracted. Anythin' wrong?"

"Sorry. It's been a long day."

"S'all right. I ain't been myself, neither."

My turn to speak, but I didn't know what to say. "I'm, uh, not all that talkative... but you seem like a friendly guy." I felt my fatigue shirt damp with sweat. From the heat of the day, right? But a powerful desire burned inside. What a handsome—no, not handsome—what a manlyguy!

Just then the cook passed by, and when he noticed my companion, he smiled. "You boys take your time. You have a lot in common." He gave me a big wink.

A wink? What was all that about?

We both nibbled at our sandwiches. Finally: "How do you keep so trim?" My voice was weak. Nothing like his. He looked up, and I went on, "How do you, uh, have such a well-developed body?" Damn, my voice is still wimpish.

"Oh, I was pretty active at the fact'ry. Moving iron around, weldin' a lot of steel. Workin' in the Black Gang here keeps ya in shape, too." He laughed. "Nothin' like shovelin' coal." He flexed an arm, and his biceps rose up like a volcano.

"Damn, I'm impressed." I wished I hadn't said that. "Could you show me some exercises?" That wasn't really planned, either. I didn't care about body-building, I just had to have something to cover up the stupid I'm impressed.

He looked at the name tag on my fatigue shirt. "Well, Potter" -- he lowered his voice -- "Why dontcha go with me to where I got some weights stashed away? I'll show ya some o' my workout tricks."

"What's your name?"

"Manley"—

Manly?? Judas Priest!–-

"Thomas Manley. I don't wear no nametag on my undershirt while I'm down shovelin' the coal, but there it is, M-a-n-l-e-y."

"That's nice of you, Tom, but I don't want to impose" -- but I couldn't help myself -- "Yeah, I'd like to see how you keep in such good shape." And as I spoke, I couldn't stop imagining what Tom looked like without his undershirt. And without his pants. 

My dong stirred at the thought of slowly slipping off his bluejeans and fondling his nuts. What in holy hell's come over me?? I've never had such horny thoughts about a man!

Tom caught my eye. "What ya thinkin' about, Potter?" He smiled. "Lemme show my stuff to ya right now." He lowered his voice. "And I bet ya wouldn't turn down a beer. I got a li'l secret stash up in the anchor locker."

He led me through the gray passageways to the very prow of the ship, where he opened the hatch to a rusty, damp compartment holding machinery and huge chains. "Not much to speak of, but I come here when I got -- special business."

I followed him inside. Under a stack of crates, he pulled out two bottles of Beer. Blatz. East-coast stuff.Wish he had a bottle of good Kansas City Goetz. He handed me one. "Sorry they ain't cold." I took it and turned to look at the huge gears.

He moved behind me, and I felt the nearness of him, his breath warm on my neck, and I caught the scent from his armpits. I hardened, thinking his cock and scrotum are close enough to touch, if I just reach back. What the hell am I thinking?? Touching another man's genitals?? Am I a queer?

Tom touched me, though. His hand on my shoulder moved me around so we were face to face. He brought his face close to mine. "Time for ya to get comfortable, Potter. It's hot in here." He took hold of my shirt with one while the other touched my throat in a gentle caress. His fingers pulled open the top button and reached in to stroke the curls of my chest hair. His fingers were warm, rough, and -- masterful. 

One button fell open, then another, and suddenly I realized what was happening. He's stripping me! But deep inside, I was not surprised; I'd suspected it. My throbbing shaft told me I'd been hoping for it! Time seemed to stop as Tom pulled loose one button after another, and when the shirt was open enough, one of his fingers rubbed my nipple, bringing the soft skin to stiffness, something I didn't know could happen! 

When he pulled and pinched it, jolts of craving -- and pleasure -- shot down to my balls. My dickhead thrust against my white Army boxers, tight against my fatigue pants, and I was horny!

Then something happened I could not have imagined in a thousand years: Tom brought his face closer, closer, closer – and his lips touched mine! He kissed me! He pulled me close to him, overpowering me, blending my horny fantasy with reality: The strip is just the beginning -- he'll have his way with me!

My brain on fire, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel his bare, hairy, sweaty skin. I reached around, grabbed the hem of his undershirt, and pulled it up until it slid over his chest and pulled free from his massive arms. We broke the kiss as I pulled it over his head. 

Mine dropped back and fell to the floor. Our shirts came off at about the same moment, and he pulled me hard into his naked chest, his coarse body hair against mine. Then the kiss grew fierce. I shoved my tongue through his lips, probing deep in his mouth, the stout wetness of his tongue coming back at mine. He sucked forcefully on my tongue, pulling me deep inside him.

The fetid musk of men was all about us, thick, heavy, and overpowering. I lost all control. All instinct to protect myself faded away. Tom's hands released me from the embrace to pass lightly over my body, across the fur on my chest, down my belly, and finally his hands were on my belt, loosening it. One clever hand pulled open the buttons of my fly. The kiss went on, but I held my breath.

He reached in deep to grope my balls, cupping them in the cotton fabric. Ahh, god! In his hand, they felt more like bollocks, the old word, heavy, swollen, churning inside with his hand on them! I'd never felt anything so erotic, so stimulating, so wonderful in my life! 

Then the hand probed around, found the slit in the front of my boxers, and reached through. Unbelievable! He ran a finger slowly around the rim of my cock-flare, feeling every curve, the double-bumps at the bottom, every part, and the finger tickled my piss slit, by then drooling precum, slimy and juicy with it. He electrified every nerve in my body. 

Blood pulsed into my erection until the skin stretched tight, my foreskin pulled back, exposing all my nerves to his slow caresses and fondlings. Ohh, Tom, my god! I could feel it coming. My family jewels rose in their sack, getting ready. 

Tom broke the kiss once more, and his mouth moved close to my ear. "Gonna take ya, Potter. Ya made me so horny I gotta have ya." His mouth nipped at my earlobe, and his tongue ran over my jaw. 

In a second, my fatigue pants crumpled over my boots, and his hands yanked down my shorts. My prick caught on the band of my boxers, pulling it down horizontal for a moment -- it was too fucking much! With one final groan, I cummed!

Bliss! Giant spurts of cloudy white shot out of my meat, blasting over Tom's hand onto his bluejeans, and he froze for a second, looking down, a little disappointed. I suppose he thought I was such a wimp, I couldn't control myself. I was past caring. I was in the mightiest jackoff climax I'd ever had. When I opened my eyes, his face was inches away. "Nice finish, Potter."

I knew I should've been humiliated, ashamed, but I was too, too fucking drunk with rapture. My knees were weak, and Tom lowered me onto a pile of coiled ropes. While I lay there moaning, my softening boner drooling out the final oozes, Tom's hands reached under to fondle my buns -- "Nice ass, Potter" -- then he reached down to unlace my boots.

This is shameful. We could get court-martialed for this! But I lay there, spread out for him, holding out my legs to him. I wanted to be au naturel for him, anything he wanted. 

"So ya started without me, did ya, Potter?" He gripped my slowly softening pole (which started on its way back up). "We ain't even to the Main Act yet."

The front of his bluejeans bulged big with his own urgent, rampant manhood, and a rush of pride ran through me. He was hot for me. I reached for Tom's belt, ready to strip him of his bluejeans, eager to feel his brawny, naked cock – but I bit my lip. Feeling another man's pecker was something I'd never done. But, then, I'd never felt such desire. My heart pounded in my chest.

He stepped back from me, yanking down his jeans by himself, and I stared. Once out and free, his thick meat bounced hard, athletic, and menacing above huge gonads, a hairy sack like a tobacco pouch. A thick mat of hair covered his groin and marched up his belly, just like I dreamed it would. 

"Damn, ya make me hot, Potter." I actually blushed, not used to someone admiring my body, let alone when I was bare-assed with a raging hardon. Especially when the admirer stood a couple feet away, also stripped, also with hearty member pointing up at me. 

His was a real cannon. Much bigger than mine. Longer, thicker. And he was horny. A drool of precum slithered down from it. "We're ready, Potter." 

He took me in his arms, his energy against me, his cock stiff and hot against mine, and he kissed me again, more softly. He plowed his hips into me. "I want ya so bad right now."

He pushed me gently back onto the pile of ropes and kissed me again, deeper, his tongue pushing my mouth open, sucking and fondling my tongue with his, his lusty, protective arms on either side of me. I reached up to feel his biceps, their firmness, their strength, their size. My fingers explored his furry armpits, wallowing in the sweat. Then I pinched his nipples, feeling their tenderness, their heat. As he had done to me, I pulled and stroked the erotic tips, and like me, Tom moaned and sighed.

I realized at that moment that he'd pushed open a door for me. I was not betraying feelings I grew up with -- that I thought I liked girls and that I was just "interested" in healthy male bodies -- but somehow I had moved beyond them. Tom himself sent me soaring into the sky, and as I pleasured him in return, I knew I liked men.

Son of a bitch. I like men!!

I wanted Tom with a fever. My stiffie – funny how familiar everything had become -- ached, begging for release, and I. Had. To. Have. Sex. with the hairy sailor. But suddenly a fear. I didn't exactly know what to do. I knew the mechanics of it, of course, but how do I get him to...? What if he doesn't want to? How do I seduce...?

What would it feel like to have a colossal, hairy man ram his hard cock deep into my ass, filling me with his power, taking me as I opened up for him? Could I let this man possess me with his wild masculinity? Yeah. I wanted that. I wanted to hold his hairy chest hard against mine, to feel his thick, wet pelt of hair rub against me, to feel his hips pummeling against my butt, his undeniable manhood lunging deep inside me. 

What would it feel like when his big bollocks erupted inside me, drenching me with his manly jism, his seed? I wanted to know.

But what would that feel like? I knew what intercourse felt like, of course. Your dick catches fire, and you burn up in the ecstasy of her pussy. But what does it feel like to get it up the ass? 

Would I get more than just something gouging up my asshole? I'd stuck my finger up my butt once or twice (who hasn't?), but it wasn't much of a thrill – and I had a stinky finger. 

I thought about that. A sweating, panting man lunging his hard cock inside me wasn't the same thing. I would hear his moans and gasps as his orgasm built deep inside him. I wanted to hear that. Yeah, I wanted to feel his big staff stretching my asshole and erupting inside me. I wanted to hear him panting my name as he emptied his load. 

We faced each other naked, and I gulped. My first time with a man. I didn't quite know how to start. I decided to let him make the first move.

He stepped back and looked down. "Potter. I want ya now, and I'm gonna take ya." His eyes were thrilling, filled with the instinct for the kill, for the conquest, a horny need, and that made me proud and eager myself. I reached down for his cock, and it oozed precum in my hand. My cock-grab was a sign of submission, and I trembled. It was going to happen.

He pushed me back and with a hand under each knee, he lifted my legs, pushing them against my chest, rolling my backside up into range of that monster cock. He mounted me. 

Oh, shit, my first fuck! A scared (but eager) virgin, I reached down to grab his butt-cheeks and pull them toward me. I couldn't wait.

On entry, he slid in deep, slowly, stretching my sphincter, filling me. He was thick. Hot. A fat piston. When his cockcrown pushed past my prostate, it sent yet another gush of precum out of me. It hurt, yeah, it hurt, but somehow it was like -- dues. Dues I had to pay to get into the club, to learn what I'd always wanted to know.

Tom took me completely, deep in my ass, his thick, coarse cockhair pushing my balls up against the root of my dick, and he began to stick it to me. With each lunge, his hot, wet belly hair rubbed against my own erection, sending me closer to cumming.

He found his rhythm and soon his nuts slapped against my ass in a steady beat, a squishy sound along with the grunts and panting of two naked men making love. My nose filled with the spicy smells of his armpits and body, ever riper and stronger with the heat of his lust. 

At first an uncomfortable pain, his fucking gradually became a strange sort of pain-pleasure, and the combination made a new sensation, a sort of ultimate-male feeling. Pain as pleasure! Finally my own lust made me thrust back against him with each of his lunges, and our hips found another rhythm, our natural rhythm together.

I gripped Tom's biceps, my climax coming closer, the tension building to the boiling point, to the point of no return! Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, everything became a blaze of red as Tom pounded away above me, drenching both of us in sweat. The slaps of hairy wet balls and our gasps turned to grunts and loud moans we climbed to the explosion.

With a loud snarl, Tom burst inside me, a torrent of boiling conquest filling me up, expanding thick inside me, and he triggered my own orgasm. I raved, I screamed, I writhed under him in a mind-boggling, titanic, breathtaking ecstasy from my asshole!! Who knew? Ohmigod, who knew??

A lunatic rapture also grew from my balls, burning up to unbearable pleasure in my cock, and my spunk shot out to splatter up against his still-heaving belly. I never, never had such ecstasy, such bliss, such delight! I craved the fiery feeling coming from the plunging meat spreading wide my asshole, and the sensation of another man's load shooting up into me taught me the ultimate degree of sexual pleasure. I was intoxicated.




Sex Lessons In 1943



How quickly things had changed. Tom undid everything I ever thought was "normal." His honey moving up into me was a wonderful new freedom. I know! I know what ultimate sexual pleasure is!

The room quieted, and our gasps turned to hard breathing, eventually to softer breaths. The sweat and cum ran off us in streams as we lay side by side, floating in the glorious warmth of the afterglow. Tom's eyes were closed when I looked over at my new -- I had to say it -- "lover's" face. "I'm sure glad I sneaked out to find a sandwich, Tom."

He opened his eyes.

"But I've got to get back. It's dark now, and I'll have trouble getting by the MPs."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me again. "I hope we'll see each other again, man."

"Yeah."

I made it back to the Army area. Couldn't sleep that night, of course. I was covered in dried cum and didn't have time – and didn't dare -- to rinse it off me in the head, and when I opened my eyes the next morning, I knew I was sweaty, cummy, and probably had "I got fucked" written all over my face. I lay in my bunk, my mind flying into the heavens. Never felt so free in my life. I know! I know who I am!

-==(^)==-

When the bugle sounded the next morning, I rousted out of bed. Sure enough: "What's with you, Potter? You're chirpy like a squirrel. You get laid last night?"

Technical Sergeant Kovachek looked over at me and growled, "If he got laid last night, he could only have done it with a male, and that's court-martial charges."

I better tone down the happiness. But something about me had changed. The shower facilities for us in the ship could allow only six men at a time under three dual-head shower nozzles. I'd noticed other men's bodies before, but suddenly I noticed them with new appreciation, new affection, new lust. I paid more attention to crotches and built up a personal list of who was hung. 

I dared not try to sneak out again soon; the MPs were suspicious. In my saner moments, I knew fucking with Tom wasn't worth spending 20 years in a federal prison. But suddenly the boring hours in the ship were very boring. When I saw myself surrounded by hundreds of men who could fuck me into ecstatic oblivion, the waste of all that flesh itched at me like a rash. Once I knew it was possible (and how fabulous), I wanted somebody to plow this Kansas farm boy, put me in the male Nirvana I'd felt in the ship's anchor compartment.

But MP surveillance of us got tighter, and I figured we must be approaching our destination. No time, no way to meet Tom. Shit!

One morning I was in the last group to use the showers. I did my usual inspection: Jacobson had a nice one. Uncircumcised like me. Never been fucked by an uncircumcised guy. We should try it.

Jacobson and I were the last, and when he left, for a moment I was alone, but then I got a surprise. T/Sgt. Kovachek walked in. Naked. Damn!

At 6'3" and a good 285 pounds, T/Sgt. Kovachek looked even bigger nude than in uniform. He had a chest like the squared-off back end of a Sherman tank, and (I caught my breath) the cannon between his legs was like the Sherman's front end. 

Nipples like blackened silver dollars. Huge arms, even bigger than Tom's. His belly was a hard cobblestone street of muscles.

And what a schlong! Hung better than an Army mule! Better than any GI I'd seen in the showers. I looked around to be sure nobody was coming in, and then, while Kovachek shook his head back and forth in the shower spray, I stared down at him. Damn, did he ever have a dong! 

And something else—it was shaped like a Coke bottle. At eight, maybe nine inches, it was thicker in the middle than at the base, and only his cockhead flared out as thick. I could hardly breathe. Anybody he fucked would get two stretch-wide thrills with every stroke of that mega-dong. 

Remembering the pain/pleasure with Tom's big cockhead battering me, my knees went weak at the thought of what Kovachek could do. Damn, I'd love to feel that thing straighten me out. 

I couldn't help it -- while he still tossed his head in the spray, I shut off my own shower with a quick twist of the knob. "Damn, this thing won't work!" Then I stepped over to use the other shower head at his station. As I moved toward him, I couldn't tear my eyes away from that huge hose, wishing, dreaming it was thrusting up through my itching sphincter. 

He turned his back to me for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and I quickly raised my eyes. But although I knew he was looking at me, for all I tried not to, I could not stop one more quick glance down and back.

"Like what you see, Private?"

Oh, shit. "What, Sergeant Kovachek?"

"I saw you scoping out my cock, Potter." He moved closer — we were practically touching each other. What a face. Chiseled out of granite. Jutting lower jaw like a gun turret. Flat (probably broken) pug nose. "Are you queer, Potter?"

"Queer? What do you mean? I wasn't—"

--"I saw you gawking at my cock, Potter." He lowered his voice. "What do you think of my it, Queer?" He stared straight into my eyes. His eyes were squinted. Close-set. Piggish. Pure thug. Probably drafted off the streets of the Bowery. Grew up with a switchblade. Spent a lifetime in the Army.

Hell, what else could I say? "It's — gulp! — nice, Sergeant." I looked down at it. Damn, that is one handsome cock. To my astonishment, it started to harden. Lengthen out. Swell fatter. I looked up, fighting to keep surprise off my face.

"You getting hard for me, Potter?"

What? Oh, no! I looked down at myself. Fuck! Like a stake. Straight up. Cockhead full out of the foreskin, glowing ruddy purple. Throbbing. "Sorry. Don't know where that came from."

I looked back up to his face. Strange expression. I glanced down between his legs again. Fuck! A monster. Bigger around than my wrist. Flaring cockhead. I could see big vessels pulsing in it. Could hardly believe my eyes.

His voice was low. "I know where mine came from." 

What did he say??

He shut off the water for us both. "Come with me, Potter." He grabbed a towel on his way out and motioned for me to do the same. He led me down some passageways to a hatch. He opened it and stepped through. I followed. 

We were in some sort of storage compartment. Stacks of cartons and boxes. He stood away from me, facing the wall. 

He reached down, loosened his towel, and let it fall. I sucked in my breath. So muscular, from the back he was like a spreading tree of hard, sinewy meat — narrow at the hips, spreading out into the great fan of his back and shoulders. Broad, heavy-muscled shoulders, even more powerful than Tom's. His buttocks like hard, rounded loaves. Fuck, what a man!

"Potter, I can tell you're one." He spoke away from me. To the wall.

I gulped. One what? But deep inside I knew. But if he's caught himself a queer, why did he drop the towel and get naked?

Then he turned around. Full-on erection, his cockhead also fully out of his foreskin. My mouth went dry. The Technical Sergeant's phallus drooled precum. "Potter, you know how long it's been since I've had a fuck?"

To him I was a cockroach. Nothing. And he was asking me such questions? "Huh?"

He stepped closer. "Potter." His voice was low and powerful. "I want a fuck."

Could've knocked me over with a feather. I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. It did register, though, that I was hearing what I wanted to hear. Still I was dumbfounded. Completely confused. All I could mutter was, "Uh, okay." 

I dropped my towel and looked around for a nice, soft box I could lie back on for him to mount me. Can't believe it. Second fuck in two days!

Before I could move, though, T/Sgt. Kovachek dropped to his knees in front of me! I gaped down, again stunned, my mind going faster than a P-51, and I saw the him bend over and give my cock a kiss, a wet smooch. 

I spread my legs wide, and he slowly slid his lips over my cockhead. Fuck, the Technical Sergeant, a huge motherfucking stud, is sucking my cock! I resolved to myself right then and there that somewhere, someday, I was going to get a tattoo next to my balls. A simple date. The date I got a blowjob from T/Sgt. Kovachek.

Damn, it was a turn-on! A taller, bigger man, a man who outweighed me, outreached me, a man who was better in everything — even had a bigger cock — wanted to kneel down to me and suck my prick. Fuck, what a turn-on!

When I heard him choking, spreading his jaws wide, tears in his eyes, I got a rush of pride. He's choking on my cock! T/Sgt. Kovachek, biggest motherfucker I ever saw, is choking on my cock! I started humping. Couldn't stop myself. Anything to show him who was boss.

He stuck his tongue under my foreskin and played with it, pushing it back and forth — which got me on the edge. But suddenly I didn't want to lose my load in his mouth. If I could — not that I dared even think of such a thing — I wanted to fuck the Technical Sergeant. What greater thing in life could there be? I pulled my dong out of his mouth. Not knowing exactly what the procedure was, I muttered, "Wanna get fucked?"

Astounded, I watched him turn away from me and drop to hands and knees, then to his elbows, raising his rear end for me. And there it was, the soft, wrinkled hole about which Tom had taught me so, so much.

Incredible. I closed my eyes, my senses again overwhelmed at the jolts of electricity pulsing from my scrotum. I knelt behind him, between his legs, and I guided my throbbing cock to his portal. With a small push, I shoved it in, then I waited, remembering how much it hurt when I got it.

"Come on, Private, give it to me!"

Hey, he's experienced. I rammed it in all the way. Since Kovachek was apparently already into the pleasures of fucking, I set to fucking him fast and hard. Like a paratrooper. He grunted each time I rammed into him, and soon I smelled the perfume of man-sex. I jackhammered in and out, and he spread his big legs to present his hole even more. "You — good fuck — Potter," he gasped, "Take -- my pussy -- like a pro." Damn, his pussy?

He moaned softly and whispered encouraging words of lust. "Yeah – Private -- make me -- your whore!"

In that, my first time fucking a man, I tried to keep my rhythm as something like Tom had with me. It must have worked. With a long, drawn-out groan, Kovachek arched his back and went into an ejaculation, jerking his hips and spattering colossal gobs of jism all over the floor -- or "the deck," as the sailors would put it. Four times. Four grunts escaped his throat, and four splashes of cream made the deck slippery.

I was amazed. He hadn't even touched his cock — both hands were at his face, rubbing it in his ecstasy. My body hair hadn't been rubbing against his cock as Tom had done to me. Kovachek was one horny fucker, getting off simply from being fucked.

As we struggled in the dim light, I reached under him to rub his sweaty chest and hold him in position – writhing in his orgasm, he'd begun to jerk out from under me. I rubbed his sweaty back, and on an impulse, I kissed up the side of his face, licking his jawline, and it must have worked. He froze beneath me, shivering like electric waves were shooting through him, and with another, louder growl, he cummed again!

I couldn't believe it. More of his sperm splattered the deck under us. Multiple orgasms. Like a woman! T/Sgt. Kovachek was a complicated man.

Wondering what would happen, I pulled out my ol' tool and for a second or two rubbed my knob around his rectum. "On the double, Private," he gasped, "get back in the saddle!" He arched his hips and spread his legs even wider to give me better access.

Sex constantly amazes me. It was incredible to take control of such a powerful enlisted man, claiming his willing ass as mine. By then his juices had lubed my shaft nice and slick, and we'd been going at it for so long, I was getting a little tired. I slowed the pace to a smooth, slow fuck and spoke softly: "What -- is -- with you -- Sarge?" I power-fucked him a few times then slowed again. "You like -- getting fucked?"

He moaned. "What--you think?" He let out a big sigh, then, "You -- fucking good – Potter -- know exactly -- what to do -- make me -- your bitch."

Again, I couldn't believe my ears. I tried something: "Sarge -- you one hot fuck! -– You -- my bitch now -- right?" He let out a moan. "You -– mine -- my big animal -– my -- fuckhole!" He moaned again. "Gonna -- pump you -- so full -- breed you -- like bitch!"

With a final, deep-throated bellow, the colossal sergeant got his gun again! I could barely contain my lust: I was the owner of a much bigger man, a big stud, and I had the key to him. I cussed him more, and he loved it, moaning in pleasure and convulsing in more mini-orgasms. By then he was dry-shooting. He'd emptied his balls before I'd cummed the first time. A real bitch. Multiple orgasms.

But by that point the whole situation was just too much for me. The thrill of fucking the sergeant and the incredible discovery of how much he loved it pushed me over the top. Huge spurts -- had to be a full cup -- of my white clabber shot up his ass, and he felt it. His head arched up, and I fell forward, spooning on his back. 

Like a good bitch, he kept his butt tight-sandwiched around my dick, accepting all my nuts could provide, but even while I was exploding, I couldn't help but think how much more my brain had been fried with Tom's cock up my ass. Fucking is fine, very fine. But I'm getting it only from my cock. When Tom had me, I got it from both sides, cock and ass.

As I came down, I started thinking: I'll be damned. Fucking a man is a pride thing. "I got him." "He surrendered to me." Getting fucked by a man is pure, mind-melting pleasure. It's worth it to give up the worthless "gotcha" to a dominant male. I realized I would gladly kiss the feet (or whatever) of a man who would fuck me into paradise.

At one point the sergeant turned his head back to me, and on another impulse, I bent over and kissed him, and I'll be damned if he didn't climax again! As my climax was winding down, he moaned and writhed. "Potter, ohmigod -- anything you want -- I'm yours – anytime -- you got my button -- ohh, you fill me up!"

When it was finally all over, I pulled out and straightened up on my knees. He rolled over onto his back. Beside him on the deck was a giant mess of slimy spuzz. Still breathing hard, he looked up at me. "Potter, I surrender. You got me. I'm yours. Outside this room, I'm still the Technical Sergeant, but, fuck, I'm in love. It's been so long, and you did me like nobody else!" He reached up and stroked my cum-coated, greasy fuckpole. "You gotta fuck me, Potter, anytime you want it. Just give me a chance to find a place for us."

By then he'd wiped my dick fairly clean. He bent over, kissed it, then licked at my cockhead. "You took me, baby. I'm yours."

Again that night I couldn't sleep. First Tom, who loved to give it, then Kovachek, who loved to take it. Sex with men was a forest fire of sensations. A little question nagged in the back of my head, though. What about a guy who'd never done it before? Like me. Could I seduce a guy like Tom did me?

-==(^)==-

I had a problem. I was short, not a great physical specimen like Tom or Kovachek. I do have a nice dick, if I do say so myself. As I've compared it to others in the showers, I'm among the hung -- but maybe because it looks bigger on my smaller body.

I began to notice if anybody else noticed. Earlier, I was fascinated by so many nude men, but I began to look more carefully at their cocks. I watched even more carefully to see if anyone else was trying to be "unnoticed" as he looked at mine. I had a pair of fatigue pants a size too small. I began to wear them because they didn't hide my bulge. In case anybody was interested.

One day in the little shower room, I stood at the urinal. Another man stepped up to the urinal beside mine. Much older. Forty, maybe even older. Maybe a Master Sergeant. Damn! I'd been acting as if I were still pissing but instead slowly squeezing my ol' tallywhacker to get it to harden, trolling, you could say. But suddenly I wanted it down! From the corner of my eye I watched him, praying he wouldn't notice. But I got another astonishment:

Son of a bitch! Bingo!

It was funny. I could see the emotions running through him. The old man didn't want to, but -- he glanced over. What the fuck, I decided to go for it. I slowly began to stroke myself, and I glanced over and down at him.

Damn! Nice cock! Maybe not the biggest, but it was good and healthy. And getting hard. I waited until he glanced over at mine again, and when he finally raised his eyes, I caught him dead to rights.

A quick glance at his showed me he was thick, bulging, and tight-skin hard. A nice old cock. Seasoned. Experienced. I spoke up: "Like what you see?" I used Tom's line.

He blushed, his face bright red. "Naw," he grunted and looked away. Damn! He's probably thinking "durn young whippersnapper!"

But he didn't leave. He was still officially "pissing," although I couldn't hear any tinkles. Now what? We're frozen here. He says 'Naw,' but he's not leaving – and he's not pissing. I bit my lip. If the old man was some MP spy or a noncom do-gooder, if I went any further, I could put my ass in a sling. To say nothing of maybe getting the shit beat out of me. He was bigger.

I decided to go for it. I could always claim a "misunderstanding." I moved back slightly, enough to show clearly that I was getting turned on. And I had a hardon. Damn, I'll be lucky if I'm not put in chains for this.

He looked over. Then, incredibly, he slowly pumped his own cock. Shit, look at that! Gray cockhair! 

Then I felt a hand on my hip, moving slowly toward my crotch. "Alright, kid, you win. I must be crazy for doing this." His voice was like gravel sliding down a chute.

I looked up into his face. Looked like Edward G. Robinson. Round face, sharp eyes, wide mouth with voluptuous lips. Wrinkles. Thin hair, once brown but streaked with gray. The gravelly voice: "You wanna suck my cock, boy?"

Before I could answer, his hand gripped my dong. Shazam, what a thrill! "Yeah," I hissed.

"Come on!" He led me out of the head and through some passageways to an empty compartment. How have all these guys discovered secret places? "All right, kid, go down on it!"

Hmm. I didn't think it out this far. Am I going to do this? Suck a guy's cock? He stood facing me, boots apart, his throbbing tool thrusting out of his pants. Nice cock. Not as big as mine, though. What the hell. I sank to my knees. 

Weird. I realized I wanted to do it. Wanted to know what cocksucking was like. He was hard as a rock. Bulging veins the length of his dong. "Okay, cocksucker," he growled, "suck my cock!"

At first "cocksucker" was a turn-off. But then, What the hell, it's true. It's what I'm gonna do. I took a deep breath. I'm a cocksucker.

But he gasped as I mouthed over his knob, instinctively teasing over it with my tongue, letting my teeth drag softly over the surface as it slid into my face. The sensation's not too bad. Like mouthing a warm salami. If the legends were true, cocksuckers would walk over hot coals to suck a man's cock, but I didn't get such a thrill. Maybe it's an acquired taste.

I tasted something salty. His precum! I'm tasting a man's precum! Something about that gave me a thrill – I'd made him do that. I'd turned him on. I swallowed it and realized I control him! And that was another thrill.




Sex Lessons In 1943



I was catching on. Sucking a man's cock is a power trip. He stands there thinking he's got a slave, but in fact, I hold all the cards. I backed off, stopping the sucking, just licking his helmet like an ice cream cone, and damned if he didn't go crazy. "Ahhng, god, that's got me! Don't stop! Suck me in!" 

Your obedient slave, Sarge. I glommed back on, taking him deeper into my throat, and "Ah, my gawd!" His old-school Army cock shot me a dead-on bulls-eye of hot jism. He stiffened, his body out of control. I was right! He's in my control. Gave himself over to me. He would up and die if I stopped sucking him right now. 

Moaning, delirious, his knees buckled, and he fell back, his cock jerking out of my mouth, shooting his white salutes high in the air. He fell hard against a wooden crate, and for a moment I thought he might be out cold. 

I knelt over him, but no, he opened his eyes and reached down to finish himself off; more drools of white clabber showed he had one motherfucker of an orgasm. A master sergeant jacking off right in front of me. I chuckled to myself. Men are all alike. And I felt a pride I'd never known before. For that few minutes, I owned him.

But more was to come. Still jacking himself, he looked up at me, at my cock, up hard, throbbing, leaking precum in a stream, long, clear threads of lust dripping down from my piss-hole – to land on his forehead. He let it hit him, staring at it.

I decided to go for it. "Look at that big cock, man!" I moved closer, and he rose up onto his elbows. I stood over him. "Go ahead, man, lick it." I tried a trump card: "You know you want to." In fact, I didn't know that, and I wasn't sure he did, either, but maybe saying it might tip his scales to my side.

It worked. Staring at my aching dong, he rose to his knees until it was two inches from his mouth. I let out a hiss: "Go on, man, suck it!"

"Goddamnit, I gotta have that." His voice was hoarse. Lust-hoarse. Testosterone-hoarse. I never dreamed it would happen, but the old Master Sergeant opened his mouth wide and took my teenage manhood in for a blowjob! Instantly I got those familiar gut-flutters of lust. Before, I was consciously studying the "effects of sucking a cock," but suddenly I was succumbing to the old feeling. Something important was about to happen. I was going to cum, and I was losing the ability to think straight, Sucking a cock – matter of power -- he gives cock -- to me. – But he -- suck my cock – pleasure -- pure pleasure!

One final thought before I lost it: also power – power pleasure – he goes on knees -- to me -- my slave -- my cocksucker. I reached my climax and filled his mouth with Potter-jism.

And the event was over. He stood up, blushing, suddenly aware of what he had done, and he rushed from the compartment, buckling his pants as he ran. Alone again, I tucked in, thinking. Sonofabitch. Every man is both master and slave. Just a matter of knowing how to summon either one. I left a few minutes later.

-==(^)==-

Those were the only sex-adventures I had aboard the USS Docipetus. A couple of days later the task force arrived at Bougainville. T/Sgt. Kovachek was wounded on the beach in the attack. He was evacuated back to the States. I never saw Tom again, either. The troop ship sailed away during the battle. Never again saw the Master Sergeant, or whoever he was, either.

Those men left me amazed but enlightened. There is no sizzling pleasure greater than being fucked. But there is no greater boost to man-pride than fucking another man. I was torn between both camps, but I didn't get any chance to apply what I'd learned for long, long months. 

But I had a new power over other men, even bigger men, things that served me well even when I got out of the Army.

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Sex Lessons



When they finished and came back out, dressed, this time, wanting to go to lunch, we walked across campus to a nice steakhouse, Dan's treat, again. Chloe stopped at the girl's dorm to check for messages. While she was inside (no men allowed), Dan explained that Chloe's parents still thought she was living in the dorm, and didn't know about their "arrangement", so she had to check for messages about every day, to keep up the pretense. She came back shaking her head. She'd gotten a message that her parents were coming to town to visit, and would arrive that evening, expecting to meet her new boyfriend. They'd be staying in a local motel.

At lunch, including excellent steaks, Dan explained that the two of them would be expected to spend the evening and the next day with Chloe's parents. He apologized for cutting our weekend short, and said we could stay at the apartment, but they would both be tied up putting on a show for her parents. We decided we'd go on back home, because there wasn't anyone to guide us around, and roaming an empty campus on a weekend didn't sound like much fun, what with football season over and all.

When we left the restaurant, Chloe said "Before I go move some stuff back into the dorm, you boys need some supplies." We didn't know what she was talking about until she led us down an alley to a seedy little porn store behind the drugstore. She helped us buy our first condoms, and a tube of Anal-Eze for each of us. Dan just smiled a lot, understanding what was going on.

Back at the apartment, we said our good-byes, Dan gave us each a bear-hug, and Chloe gave us each a kiss and a whispered, "Remember the 10 rules." We left with hard-ons.

Driving back, of course all we talked about was the 10 rules, and Chloe, and Dan, and our life-changing experience. 

When we got back to our hometown, we filled up the car with gas, cleaned the windshield, checked the oil, and Jim said we ought to go to his house first, in case his mom needed the car for something. Bill and I lived within walking distance, anyhow.

That's how we walked in on Jim's mom -- and the next-door neighbor, Mr. Schwartz, the butcher. 

When we walked into the living room at Jim's house, we heard squeals and groans and the sounds of what we thought was a struggle coming from his mother's bedroom. We walked to the door, and could see Schwartz's hairy butt pumping up-and-down. Jim exploded. He ran into the bedroom, grabbed Schwartz around the neck in a choke-hold, threatening to kill the no-good rapist. Bill and I each secured an arm.

"Wait! Don't hurt him!" This came from his mom. She turned bright red. "He's not raping me," she gasped. She was red in the face, and out-of-breath, lying there naked, as we struggled to understand. Then it dawned on us.

Nevertheless, the three of us picked up Schwartz bodily and carried him naked, out onto the front porch. We threw him over the porch railing into the rose bushes and Jim threatened him with worse if he ever caught him back there again. He hobbled off, all scratched up, toward his house next door.

We went back to his mom's bedroom. She'd put on a yellow chenille robe, which she had gathered around her, holding it closed with a sash and holding it together at the throat. Her face was very red. 

Jim was livid, "How could you?" he accused, "How could you have sex with that fat, ugly sonofabitch next door? He's married, for God sake, and has three kids." He paused, "And you didn't even use a condom! Are you trying to get pregnant, or catch some disease?"

His mom started, "You don't understand... ever since your father died, I've been so... lonesome... and I needed a man... what a man can do... and he didn't like to use a condom, said it was like going swimming wearing galoshes... and..." she dwindled off at the look in Jim's eyes.

Jim sat on the bed beside her, took her into his arms and hugged her while she sobbed for a little while, whispering, "I'm so sorry, I'm so ashamed, but I have needs..."

Jim looked up at Bill and me, with a gleam in his eyes. He was stroking her hair and whispering, "I understand, I understand. But you need to be more careful. You have to be safe, and can't be fucking married men." He continued, "There are other ways to take care of your needs." Then he kissed her full on the mouth. Not a mother-son kiss.

He looked up at us, and said, "There are other ways to take care of you."

With that, he untied her sash, and pulled it from around her. She grabbed the robe to keep it from opening in the front. "What... what do you mean?" she asked. Jim didn't reply. He just captured her two wrists and tied them together with the sash. 

When he had pushed her back onto the bed, he tied the sash to the headboard. "We'll show you," Jim said, as he lifted her legs onto the bed. When he turned her loose, the robe parted, and we got another look at her body. She was very pretty, and much sexier than we'd ever seen before. Her brown hair, usually done up on her head, was loose and flowing around her shoulders and on the pillow. Her face was flushed, eyes questioning. Bill and I took the hint. We each sat down on either side of the bed and looked at Mona, which was Jim's mom's name, but we'd never called her that before. She looked back-and-forth at us, while struggling to get her hands loose. 

Jim grasped the lapels of the robe and pulled them apart, showing her more-than-ample breasts, trim body, full hips, and slender legs. She lay gasping and moaning, "NNnnoooooo... what are you doing...?" 

"Gonna take care of your needs," Jim said. 

"NNNnnnooooooooo... she moaned, "we can't... you can't.... this is soooo wrong... nnnooooooooo...." Jim kissed her full on the mouth again. Bill and I each captured a plump breast and began kissing her shoulders, neck, and breasts, as she continued to moan, "Nnnooooooooo...." We each sucked in a fat nipple, and she sighed loudly. We never heard her use the word "No" again. In a couple of minutes she was crooning, "OOoooooo... baby, oh, baby, um, baby..." She called all three of us "baby" from that day forward. Also, she became "Mona" to us, except around our parents

She was squirming, twisting her hips and moaning as Jim trailed kisses down her chest, tummy, and on down to her plump pussy, surrounded by a brown muff of short, curly hair. Jim lifted her legs, and Bill and I each captured one slim ankle, holding her legs apart, while Jim ran his tongue down her pussy lips. "Um... you can't... um..." Mona whispered, then gave up protesting for more moaning as Jim licked her clit and Bill and I suckled her large titties. After a few minutes, she was twisting and squirming, and had worked her hands loose from the loose knot Jim had tied. She reached down and we turned her ankles loose. She planted her feet on the bed, grabbed him by the hair, squirmed her hips, and had her first orgasm. After all, we'd interrupted her fucking, she was really horny. She was moaning and whispering, "Baby... oh, yes, baby... um... good... oh, baby." When her tummy convulsed, she let out a low moan, and came, hard! It was a tummy-convulsing, knee-quivering, hip-shaking orgasm. Then she sighed and lay back, spent.

Jim, Bill and I got up, got undressed, and each found a condom, and a tube of Anal-Eze. We were going to give Mona the full ten steps!

Her eyes were closed and she was smiling when Bill climbed on the bed between her legs, lifted her knees, and fitted his cock to the opening of her twat. She opened her eyes, then her mouth in a round "O" as Bill slid his dick slowly into her hot, very wet pussy. When he touched bottom, she moaned, "OOoooohhh...You're all grown up, aren't you?"

After a few strokes, Bill rolled over, taking Mona with him into the cowgirl position. Mona was bouncing and moaning when I presented her my hard cock. She stroked it a couple of times, then surrounded it with her lips. Damn! That felt good!

Her moans were vibrating my cock like riding an out-of-tune motorcycle on a washboard road.

Meanwhile, Jim got some Anal-Ease and lubed up a couple of fingers. He proceeded to slide one, then a second finger up her butt, rotating his wrist as he did. Mona moaned louder. Damn! That felt good! 

Then Jim slid on a condom, lubed it up, and slid it up Mona's pooper. Mona moaned louder, and I came in her mouth. I just couldn't last any longer, it felt too good.

Bill and Jim got in an alternating rhythm, stroking in and out of Mona's twat and ass, one in and one out. Mona moaned louder. Jim was using Mona's titties for hand-holds, and Bill was alternating sucking on one fat tit then the other. This went on for quite a while. Then Mona's moans got louder and more frenzied, and she began jerking her hips back and forth. This heated up the guys, and pretty soon they were cumming. Mona came right along with them, and they all three slumped, breathing heavily, onto the bed.

Wow! Who would have thought! 

After a short rest, we alternated taking showers and re-joining Mona on the bed.

We took a break for a take-out dinner of burgers and fries from a local café, but spent the rest of Saturday night taking turns fucking, sucking and buggering Mona. Following a big breakfast Sunday morning, we spent most of the day doing the same. Mona got very little rest that weekend. But she had a permanent smile on her pretty face. 

Bill and I walked to our respective homes Sunday about dusk. We left Jim humping Mona's ass.

On our way home, of course, being the teenage horn-dogs we'd become, we started talking about what had happened, and wondering out loud, "What's next?" or, more specifically, "Who's next?"