4 comments/ 45859 views/ 5 favorites First Time and Many More Ch. 01 By: Paddyomy She was in her late 40s, I was still a teenager. She was one of my mother's best friends; I was a perpetually horny young man who would have screwed a snake if I could get someone to help me hold it. First, a little background: I had been infatuated with this woman for about as long as I could remember. Certainly since I figured out how to masturbate and started to have some serious fantasies about women. Note I said "women" and not girls. At the time, I had absolutely no interest in any girls even close to my own age. Like I said, she was one of my mom's good friends and lived two houses down the street. Her name was Barbara. Barbara, my mother and several other women belonged to a bridge club and they played cards at least twice a week. Many of those card games were at my house. Barbara always seemed to dress nicer than the other women did. Some of the other ladies were very casual; they wore shorts, and occasionally even had curlers in their hair. Barbara always looked and dressed nice. Dresses mostly but an occasional pair of slacks and a blouse or sweater. I don't believe I ever saw her when there wasn't an ample amount of cleavage pushing up from her sweater or blouse or dress. And she had more than her share in the breast department. The ladies sat at the table in the den and played cards for hours on end. I'd hang around trying to be discrete as I caught a glimpse of cleavage, smelled their perfume, and watched them smoke their cigarettes. I'd have to leave if the bulge in my shorts became too noticeable. Usually I'd head back to my room for a furious masturbation session. If the seating arrangement was right, I could open my bedroom door just a crack and see all the way into the den. From that vantage point, I could watch Barbara as she smoked and chatted and played cards. I lost count of how many times I blasted the inside of my bedroom door with a big load of cum. All this peeking, fantasizing and masturbation had been going on for a few years. As I said, these fantasies really got going when I learned how to masturbate. As time went on, the fantasies and masturbation sessions became stronger and stronger. One day, I got a crazy idea. If I could get into Barbara's house, then the fantasies would be even more exciting and the possibilities would seem endless. Since I'd been watching the ladies for years, I knew exactly how long they played cards each day. After first phoning Barbara's house to make sure no one was home, I wandered down to her house and was able to let myself in through the back door. It was HEAVEN. Everybody's house smells different...not bad, just different from your own. As soon as I walked in the door, I had a raging hard on. I wandered down the hall into her bedroom and then into her dressing room. Even though I knew I had plenty of time, I couldn't control my urges. I dropped my shorts and briefs and started to stroke. Standing there in Barbara's dressing room I only lasted a few minutes before I erupted all over the vanity top. I was so dizzy I had to sit down for a moment. I quickly cleaned up my mess, pulled my shorts back on and left, having been in her house only about 10 minutes, but what a 10 minutes it was. I was hooked! The thought of being in her home, around her things and especially the smell were the most exciting thing I had ever done and I could not wait for my next opportunity. I didn't have to wait long. Early the next week, my mother mentioned the women would be playing cards at the house that afternoon. This time, I headed for Barbara's while the first hand was still being dealt. Now I knew I had at least two hours to explore and play. Explore I did. I learned that Barbara wore a 38DD bra and she had a very extensive lingerie collection. She had more underwear in her one very large lingerie drawer than I had ever seen in my mother's and sister's drawers combined. All colors, all materials and man did they ever smell nice. However, the real find was in her closet. The closet was a huge walk-in affair almost as large as my bedroom and lined with cedar panels. That is where I found Barbara's furs. I can't explain it, but furs and the women who wore them had always fascinated me. Even when I was much younger, I would walk close to women in their furs as we filed out of church on Sunday. I would be very near to the woman in front of me and would reach out and touch her fur coat. Some Sundays, if I was clever and the was crowd large, I could get three or four sneak feels before it was time to head for the car. When my parents had parties, I loved to sneak into the guest room where all the coats were laid out on the bed. There would always be several furs. I was too young to know why or what was going on, but I knew that I loved to feel and smell the furs. Even my very first successful masturbation session (the first time I actually had an orgasm and ejaculated) had been with a white, faux fur collar that belonged to my sister. Not knowing any better I wrapped the fur collar around my dick and rubbed back and forth like I was rolling out a piece of pretzel dough. There are no words to adequately describe the feelings a guy experiences with his first orgasm. Now Barbara had three full-length coats, a mahogany mink, a sliver fox and a dark brown sheared beaver. One jacket (red fox) and a very long white mink stole. By this time, all I had left on was my T-shirt and my erection was leading the way. I caressed, rubbed, and buried my face in each fur in turn. If the smell of her house wasn't intoxicating enough, her closet and furs were even better. All the furs had a musky aroma from the fur itself plus a combination of her perfume, a little hint of her cigarettes. It was while I had my face buried in the white mink stole that I lost it. My knees got rubbery, my dick (which was already throbbing) twitched uncontrollably, and I came about as hard as I could ever remember cumming. Fortunately, I was able to shift my hips slightly. It was the only thing that saved me from blowing a huge load all over the white mink stole. Moreover, I had only been in Barbara's bedroom for about 20 minutes. I still had plenty of time to enjoy myself. It was the most orgasmic day of my young life. I had four intense orgasms over the course of a little over an hour; all of them in Barbara's closet and each one with my face buried in a different fur. I didn't actually stroke my dick; I simply rubbed against the fur all the while deeply inhaling the intoxicating aromas. After my fourth orgasm, I was exhausted. I cleaned myself up and used an old towel I found in the guest bathroom hamper to clean the cum off the floor. Then I quietly left Barbara's and went back to my house. I arrived home just in time to see the other women driving off and when I walked inside, Barbara was chatting with my mother. They were both smoking and I swear Barbara was looking right at me as she took a long drag and capped it off with an amazing snap inhale. I didn't think it was possible after all the earlier masturbation, but my dick gave a big twitch in my shorts and my knees felt a little weak. Barbara made some comment to my mother about how big and handsome I had grown up to be. She looked me up and down from sandals to hair, and went right back to chatting with my mother and finished her cigarette. My regular trips to her house were the highlights of each week. Later that summer, Barbara and her husband went on a two-week vacation and my mother volunteered me to look after their house. Can you believe that? My job mostly entailed taking in the newspaper and mail every day and making sure the plants were watered. The rest of the time, I spend buck-naked in Barbara's bedroom. My time to explore and play was truly unlimited and the orgasms too numerous to mention. Among other things, I found a long black cigarette holder way in the back of her lingerie drawer. Amazingly, I did not smoke and I still do not today. But, everyone around me did, my parents, both my sisters and most of the adults that were my parent's friends. Because of this, I was not new to the aroma and I definitely found the sight of a woman smoking to be erotic and arousing. That summer I even experimented with smoking in Barbara's house. Sometimes I would put together an entire outfit of her clothes, skirt, blouse, bra, panties, stockings, shoes and of course a fur. Then lie back on her bed and imagine she was undressing in front of me. Somehow, I never made it all the way to her being naked before I had an orgasm. I found a box of home movies, nothing exotic, just your typical home movie stuff. Nevertheless, the movies did provide even greater voyeuristic pleasure as I could now see and hear Barbara in the films as I masturbated with whatever had my attention that day. Many times, I was able to spend almost the entire day in her house. I will never forget that incredible summer. I was sorry to have them come home after only two weeks. After that, my time at Barbara's was relegated back to the occasions when she and the ladies played cards. Now all this fascination and masturbation had been going on for years. One afternoon I came home after a going to a movie with some friends. Bingo, the ladies were having their regular card game. A quick glance at the clock told me I had about an hour to have some fun at Barbara's. In no time, I was in her bedroom. I dropped my sandals, shorts, and briefs on the floor near the bedroom door. I went straight to the closet and grabbed what had become my favorite of her furs, the sheared beaver. It was full-length, chocolate brown, and the most incredibly soft thing I had ever felt. Then I was on her bed with the coat, stroking, teasing, smelling, and rubbing myself into ecstasy. I don't recall why, but I was more patient and really took my time that afternoon. When I finally had an orgasm, it was incredibly intense. So intense that as I lay there in a post orgasmic bliss, with just the corner of the beaver coat over my crotch, I dozed off. And I was still in that very position and still asleep when Barbara came home and caught me. Part Two Barbara walked over to the bed and shook my arm. My eyes fluttered open and I'm sure the look on my face was comical although I felt anything but funny. She looked angry and asked what I had been doing, as if she didn't know. She said, "You just stay right where you are" and walked into her dressing room. I was sure she was going to call my mother. When she came back a few minutes later, she had lit a cigarette and she walked over to the window box next to the bed and sat down. I was dumbfounded. After all, here was the woman of all my fantasies sitting four feet away, smoking a cigarette and there I was, lying on her bed with nothing on but a t-shirt. She just looked at me and after a few minutes said, "You've been doing this for quite a while, haven't you"? I just couldn't find my voice and could only nod in the affirmative. Barbara said that she had suspected that someone had been in her house because things were often slightly different from the way she remembered leaving them. She said she was somewhat relieved to finally know who it was that had been in her home. She went on to say, "Well I can't honestly say that I am not that surprised. "After all, I've been watching you watch me for years; looking at me as I played cards with your mother and the other ladies." I must have looked shocked because she said, "You thought you were being discrete, but I could tell you were watching me while I smoked and that you were always trying to look down my dress. "What did you do when you left? "Go to your room and jack off?" I finally found my voice and said in a very sheepish voice, "yes maam." Barbara went on, "Well, I must say that I find it flattering that a young man such as you finds an older woman like me so interesting." "What about today, earlier, before I came home, what were you thinking about?" I just shrugged my shoulders. She said, "Did you think about me?" "Did you think about me smoking?" "Hell, I'll bet you even thought about me naked while you played with yourself and one of my best furs." "Did you Pat?" "Did you imagine me naked"? Again, all I could do was nod. But I had a bigger problem. In spite of my situation, the woman of all my fantasies was sitting RIGHT THERE, smoking a cigarette and asking about my masturbation sessions. As unbelievable as it sounds, I was getting hard! And the corner of the beaver coat was still covering my growing erection. It took all my will power to try to stay still, but the delicious beaver was caressing my dick in its ever-growing state; and it was making me crazy. Then Barbara said. "You know it's nothing to be ashamed about, masturbation I mean. Everyone does it and it is perfectly natural for a young man to feel all those urges and needs." About that time, I think she noticed the growing bulge under the coat because next she said, "Well, Pat, you know that you have violated my trust by being in my home without my permission." "As punishment, I think you should show me what you were doing before I came home." My eyes went wide and I stammered, "Oh, Mrs. Phillips, I don't think I can do that." She said, "First of all, as intimate as you have been with my things, I think you can call me Barbara, and second, you can either show me what you were doing, or you can show your mother!" Waves of embarrassment and shame passed over me. I couldn't believe what she was saying; she wanted to watch me jack off! My consternation was interrupted by her admonishment, "Go ahead, SHOW ME." Slowly, I reached my hand under the corner of the fur coat. I wasn't really jerking as much as I was trying to get the fur off my hardon that, by now, was starting to throb. Without saying a word, Barbara stood up and sat on the edge of the bed and said, "NO, I Said I wanted to SEE what you are doing." With that, she reached over and pulled the coat off my erection. I swear I hear her moan. Then she placed her hand on my stomach and began making circles and as the circles grew bigger, her hand got closer and closer to my erection. Now I was really throbbing and my dick twitched with each beat of my pounding heart. Barbara didn't say a word. She took the last drag off her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the nightstand. She turned back to me and ran her hand down my chest, over my stomach to the base of my cock. Pushing my hand aside, she wrapped her hand around my dick and started to stroke up. However, before she could reach the top, my hips involuntarily humped up into her hand and I had a massive orgasm. Cum flew everywhere, and I kept thrusting up into her hand. My orgasm seemed like it lasted forever. If I wasn't already mortified enough, now this. I just lie there, the spasms slowly subsiding and cum still oozing out of my dick. Barbara gave me a squeeze and looking me straight in the eye said, "Well, my my.... hmmm, if you ever expect to be able to please a woman, you are going to have to learn much better self-control." "Now, young man, if you can keep this a total secret, just between you and me, and swear never to tell a soul, I will teach you and help you learn some self-control". "But you have to swear that you will NEVER tell anyone". "Can you do that"? I regained some sense of comprehension and managed to say, "I promise." Barbara said, "Ok, clean yourself up, get dressed and come back the day after tomorrow at 2:30." I had an erection for the next two days. I had trouble sleeping and I didn't eat much. But you can bet your bottom dollar that I was at Barbara's door exactly at 2:30 on Thursday. First Time and Many More Ch. 02 Part Three I rang the doorbell and after a moment, she opened the door and let me in. She gave me a peck on the cheek and I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing the full length sheared beaver coat. If the coat wasn't magnificent enough already, it was even more stunning with her in it. All she said was, "Come with me." I followed her down the hall and into her bedroom. When we got there, Barbara stopped and turned around. When she did, the front of the coat swung open and to my delight and amazement, she didn't have a stitch of clothes on under the coat. Now I was really throbbing. In one corner of her bedroom, she had this lovely chaise lounge. She sat down and crossed her legs; the front of the coat did little to hide her very ample breasts. She suggested that I should remove my clothes. I must have set a Guinness Book record for stripping; I was naked in less than 10 seconds, which got a little chuckle from Barbara. When I pulled down my briefs, my dick sprang up and slapped me in the stomach. I mean I was literally pointing at the ceiling and sooo hard, a cat couldn't scratch it. Barbara reached over to the side table and picked up her cigarettes. She shook one out and said, "Be a gentleman and light my cigarette." I picked up the lighter with shaky hands and managed to flick a flame. Barbara had to help hold my hand steady as she brought the flame to the end of her cigarette, took a deep puff and blew smoke toward my cock. She looked at me and said, "Ok today will be your first lesson. One way that you will learn about how to please a woman, is to watch and to see and learn how a woman pleases herself." Without saying another word, she pushed open the beaver coat, spread her legs slightly, and started to masturbate. I do not believe I have ever seen a more erotic sight up until that time or since. She was beautiful, her breast had the slight sag of a woman in her 40s but the nipples quickly hardened as she played. She continued to smoke her cigarette and I noticed that her eyes were watching my dick as is bobbed and twitched. She spread her lips and I could see the moistness glistening around her pussy. Without thinking, my hand went to my boner and I started to stroke. Barbara stopped and said, "No, I said you are to watch and pay attention to how I pleasure myself, there will be plenty of time for you to play later." It was a truly incredible sight and I still get aroused when I think about it, even to this day. I can't remember how long I stood there watching Barbara masturbate, surely less than 10 minutes. Then, all of a sudden, my knees got all rubbery, my toes curled, my dick twitched and cum spurted almost a foot out of my cock followed by three more eruptions of lessening intensity. I had an awesome orgasm and I had never so much as touched my dick. Totally lost in my own orgasmic bliss and trying to maintain my balance, I came back to reality as Barbara let out a slow, throaty moan as she climaxed from the expert manipulations of her fingers. Again, I was mesmerized. Not only was this the first time I had seen a live naked (except for that magnificent beaver coat) woman, but it was certainly the first time I had seen a woman masturbate much less watch a woman have an orgasm. I had been masturbating for over four years and it just never occurred to me that women went through a similar process. Boy, did I have a lot to learn. My cock never missed a throb and stayed just as hard as ever, something that prompted a comment from Barbara as she regained some composure after her own orgasm. She said, "My, wasn't that delightful and just look at you, just as hard as ever." She was literally glowing and still slowly massaging her pussy. Barbara said, "Why don't you come closer so you can get a really good look at what I am doing?" "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy up close, Pat?" I said that I had not, except in an occasional picture. She said, "Well get down here between my legs and I will show you". I was eager to comply. As I said, I was green when it came to women and their intimate anatomy so down on my knees I went and moved over between her spread legs. I didn't realize it at the time, but Barbara had a truly amazing clitoris. Amazing in that it was really big. About the size as the tip of my little finger, and when she was aroused, it literally stood out from between her lips. Up close, it looked like a little cock. As I got closer, I was immediately aware of her aroma, it was something to behold. Barbara was slowly rubbing her clitoris and went on to explain that a woman's clit is like a man's penis only much more sensitive. She explained that when women get excited they get wet and their clit gets hard and even more sensitive. Her clit was poking out from her lips and it was all shiny wet from her juices. Barbara said it was OK if I touched it. I did and she let out another moan. I thought I had done something wrong but she was quick to say it was ok and it felt really nice when I touched her clitoris. So I touched it some more and as I started to draw the connection between my manipulations of her pussy and her moans, I became really excited. I had one hand on her pussy and the other on her fur covered leg, I didn't think it could get any better than that. As I got a little bolder, I held her clit between my finger and thumb and was stroking it like a little cock. Barbara's hips were starting to move and she was breathing faster. Suddenly, she arched her back, put her hand over mine and shook all over. If it was possible, her pussy got even wetter. It reminded me of some of my orgasms when my hips would hump against my hand as I stroked. It seemed like she came for about 30 seconds and then her orgasm slowly subsided. She made me stop rubbing her pussy and explained that women often get too sensitive after an orgasm she needed a moment to rest. She leaned over to the side table and pulled out another cigarette. Eager to show that I was a fast learner; I hopped to my feet, grabbed the lighter, and offered her a light. She looked me straight in the eye as she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke all over my still rock-hard dick, which throbbed in response. Barbara said, "I'm glad to see you are such a fast learner." "I think this will be how we will begin each of your self-control lessons." "Eventually, you will learn to control yourself and you will not cum spontaneously; and as your self control gets better, we will move on to bigger and better lessons." "How does that sound?" I said that I thought is sounds wonderful. Barbara said, "Great, now Pat, have you ever kissed a woman?" Well I had experienced a few make out sessions with girls, but that was about it, and I never imagined what was supposed to happen. Barbara said, "Well, show me how well you kiss." I leaned over; she took my face in her hands and drew my lips to hers. We were locked in an amazing French kiss when she reached out and stroked my cock. Much like the time before, I came almost immediately, except this time my cum plashed all over her tits. Barbara purred and said, "Thank you," and rubbed some cum around her nipples. With that, my first lesson was over. Barbara had me get a towel and help her clean up her delicious breasts. Then she directed me to get dressed and walked me to the door; still wearing only the sheared beaver and nothing else. At the door, she reached out, let the coat swing open, and pulled me to her. We kissed for over a minute and I thought I was going to cream in my shorts. Barbara caressed my face with her fur sleeve, gave the bulge in my shorts a squeeze and sent me home with an invitation to return next Monday. Damn, that was four days from now; it seemed like an eternity away. I walked around in a daze for the next several days. Even my mother noticed and asked me if I was OK. When she asked the second time because I was in a trance the first, I finally responded that I was perfectly fine. I gave her a smile and assured here things couldn't be better. Part Four By the time Monday rolled around, I was more than ready for my next "lesson." I was at Barbara's door at the appointed time and rang the doorbell. She answered the door, this time wearing her full-length silver fox coat, and I hoped nothing else. Just like the previous week, she gave me a kiss, much more than just a peck on the cheek, this time it was a true, fervent french kiss, and she made it a point to caress my face with her fox fur sleeve while we were in embrace. We broke the kiss and walked down the hall to her bedroom. When she turned around this time, to my delight I saw that she wasn't totally naked under the coat, she was wearing a lace garter belt, stockings and high heel shoes. A more delicious sight I had never seen. As before, Barbara suggested that she should not be the only one in the room with no clothes on. I took the hint and was buck naked in no time. Barbara let the coat fall open and pulled me to her. Her breast smashed against my chest as she caressed my face with her fox sleeves and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed for several minutes. She reached around, fondled my butt, and pulled me closer to her. My cock was stuck between us pointing up and throbbing as usual. She broke away from me, walked to the chaise, and lit a cigarette. When she turned around, she had an almost animal look to her face. She said that she had gotten very excited waiting for me to show up and had been wet since early that morning. She reached down, rubbed her hand over her pussy, held it out for me to see, and said, "See what you have done to me you horny little boy?" Her hand was glistening with her juices and I could see her amazing clitoris poking out from her lips. Barbara pushed her breasts together and rubbed her fur over her nipples and breast. Her nipples sprang to attention and were almost as hard as my dick. She sat back on the chaise lounge and began to masturbate with a passion. I was mesmerized watching her manipulate her pussy and clitoris. Compared to the previous week, she was almost out of control. Her head was rolling back and forth, she was moaning loudly and the look on her face was one of pure lust. It took all the will power I had not to grab my cock and start stroking to match the rapid pace with which she was going at her pussy. Then, her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back and let out an almost chilling howl as she had an incredible orgasm. It took several minutes for Barbara to regain enough composure to speak. She said that she had been so turned on by our episode the previous week that she just couldn't wait for me to return. She congratulated me on not having a spontaneous orgasm and said that that called for a reward. Barbara picked up her cigarette and waved her finger at me to come closer. With her cigarette in her right hand, she pulled her left hand back into the coat sleeve, reached out, and began stroking my cock with her fur-covered hand. The feeling was awesome and she teased me with both the fur and with her words of encouragement. Saying, "I can't believe how hard you are, you feel so wonderful in my hand. I can feel your dick throbbing as I stroke you." It only took a few minutes, she was watching my face as she stroked. She could tell I was getting close. She teased me further, "Are you going to cum for Barbara?" Are you going to cum all over my hand again?" She never let up, as my toes curled and my cock twitched in her hand, I let out a deep moan and a huge string of cum arched clear over her and landed on the chaise lounge, my second shot landed on her thigh and a smaller third blob landed on the sleeve of her coat. She continued to stroke me as my orgasm subsided then said, "You bad, bad boy, do you have any idea how much it cost to have this coat cleaned?" I was embarrassed and said I was sorry. She told me, "Clean this up!" I started to step toward the dressing area to get a towel or a tissue. Barbara stopped me saying, "Where are you going, I said get over here and clean this up!" I guess I looked confused because then she said, "Oh honey, just lick it off, it taste yummy". I was hesitant at first and thought it was somewhat weird, but I did as she instructed. Kneeling on one knee, I leaned over and licked the glob of cum of her fur sleeve. It was strange, not bad, somewhat salty, and slippery, the same consistency as I imagined an uncooked egg white would have. Before I could get up, Barbara practically pulled me off my feet and into her lap. Without a word, she kissed me passionately. She reached her tongue deep inside my mouth and swirled the cum around so we were both tasting it. When she broke the kiss, she said, "That was delicious, haven't you ever tasted your cum before?" I had to admit that I had not, and she said, "Well count that as another small lesson for today, you tasted your own cum and then shared it with me." Seeing as I was already in her lap, this time I initiated the kiss, searching her mouth with my tongue to see if there was any remnant of my cum left to taste. As usual, my cock never lost its erection. After several minutes of kissing, Barbara looked at my bobbing dick and said, "Maybe it's time you learn to do something else with that tool of yours." This time she directed me back to my knees between her legs, her pussy was drenched and look very inviting. Barbara scooted her hips to the edge of the chaise and pulling her lips apart with one hand slowly guided my dick to the entrance of her pussy. She gave the head several rubs up and down her lips making my dick wet and glistening with her juices. Then, reaching around to my butt, she pulled me into her. I sank in up to the hilt in one smooth motion. I felt like my dick was surrounded by warm, liquid velvet. Barbara cooed about how wonderfully I filled her up and again she relished at how hard I was. With her hands on my hips she guided me back until only the head remained inside her pussy then slowly pulled me back all the way in. Words don't exist to adequately describe the feelings I was experiencing. I felt like every nerve ending in my cock was being stimulated at the same time and that the sensations were coursing throughout my body. After several minutes of guided thrusting, Barbara moved her hands from my hips to her breasts. She encouraged me to keep up the motion she had shown me as she squeezed her breasts together with her fur-covered arms and offered me a nipple to suck on. I didn't need to be asked twice. I took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked with a passion. The nipple quickly hardened to a solid nub and Barbara's breathing seemed to quicken. Shifting from one nipple to the other, I made sure each received equal attention. Pulling back from her delicious breast, I took a moment to look down at my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her giant clit was standing at full attention and getting more than its share of contact from our joint thrusting. Just when I thought I couldn't take it much longer; Barbara threw her head back and moaned through clenched teeth saying, "Oh my dear boy, you are going to make me cummmmmm." With that, she grabbed my hips again and encouraged me to go faster and harder. Before I could say anything, Barbara began thrashing beneath me. Her head rolled back and forth, side to side and her hips thrust up against mine. Then it happened, the feeling began way down in my feet and traveled like a lightning bolt up my legs. When it reached my cock, I thought it was going to explode. It felt like my dick grew to twice its size and just burst with cum. The feeling was so incredible I couldn't count the number of spurts that pulsed out of my dick. It seemed to go on forever. It's a good thing I was already on my knees! As the pulses subsided into shudders, Barbara pulled me to her and surrounded me with her fur in a warm embrace. Lifting my face to hers, she kissed me deeply, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her using here pussy to milk every drop out of my cock. If there was such a thing as heaven on earth, I was there. First Time and Many More Ch. 03 Part Five And so the lessons continued. For almost a year, Barbara and I got together as often as possible. There seemed to be no end to the techniques, positions and other erotic things she taught me. Not long after our first true intercourse encounter, she taught me the art of going down on a woman. As I mentioned before, her clitoris was huge, so big, I could almost bob my head up and down on it as if it was a little cock. It didn’t take me long to figure out that if I held her clit between my lips, sucked and flicked my tongue across it, I could make her cum almost at will. If I wanted to be especially orgasmic, I would reach my tongue as far into her pussy as I could while she was climaxing, then take that warm, wet slippery nectar directly back to her rock hard clitoris and begin bobbing up and down on it again. One afternoon I brought Barbara to climax five times before she pulled my head away from her pussy saying that she couldn’t take any more and needed to rest. On another occasion, Barbara announced she was going to see how long she could make me last. This time I got to sit on the chaise lounge and she got between my legs, fur coat and all. She stroked, sucked and fur teased me to no end. Each time she could sense I was about to cum, she would use her fingers to apply pressure at the base of my cock with one hand while pulling down on my ball sack with the other hand. When her hands got a little dry, she grabbed some of her body lotion and used that to lubricate my erection. I was almost in agony, but what sweet agony it was. She smoked at least three cigarettes, all the while using her fur, stroking, squeezing, and pressure techniques I never knew existed. All told, I lasted 48 minutes before blasting her breasts, chin, cheek, and hands with a huge load. Having learned to enjoy the taste of my cum, I was happy to help her lick it all off, especially off her magnificent breasts. I’ll never forget the day she taught me how to give her a pearl necklace. We were lying on the bed after a wonderfully orgasmic session and as was her habit, she was stroking my erection. Barbara said, “I have a wonderful idea; you are going to give me a pearl necklace.” I was confused, after all, where in hell was I going to get the money for jewelry? She looked at my confused face and laughed saying, “Oh don’t worry, just go to my dressing table, and bring back my bottle of body lotion.” I was back in a flash, my cock bobbing along as I walked across her bedroom. This time she actually took off her fur coat. She said that while I was able to lick up the cum, she did not want to get any of the body lotion on the fur. Barbara lay back, put a pillow under her head, and directed me to straddle her chest. She gave my dick a few quick strokes, as if I wasn’t hard enough already, and squirted a generous amount of the body lotion between her tits. Then she pulled me closer until my dick was resting on the lotion between her boobs. She pushed her tits together and made sure both her tits and my cock were well coated. The she said, “Now, thrust in and out of my cleavage.” I caught on quickly. Barbara was very adept at varying the pressure as she increased or decreased how much she pushed her tits against my cock. While certainly not her pussy, the warmth and friction of her breasts was heavenly. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, they did. Barbara took my hands and placed them one her breasts where hers had been. Now I was controlling the pressure on my cock myself. She reached around behind me, massaged my ass, and occasionally pulled me further toward her on the up stroke. This caused the head of my dick to poke out of the top of her cleavage and each time it did she either gave it a lick or held me there and sucked my cock into her warm waiting mouth. I guess she could tell I was getting close when my eyes started to roll back in my head. Then she took her finger and started to massage the spot just below my asshole…..that sent me crashing over the edge. One huge spurt followed by five lesser jets left her breasts, neck, chin, and one cheek thoroughly decorated with cum. And she didn’t miss a beat, she scooped up her breasts and began to lick the cum off each in turn. Not being one to let her have all the fun, I joined in to help lick her clean. One day after an especially delightful session in bed, we took a shower together. After getting out of the shower and drying each other off, Barbara sat at her dressing table, lit a cigarette and started putting on her makeup. I sat in the overstuffed chair next to the dressing table. Watching her preen and smoke had its usual effects on my cock and in no time I was idly stroking while watching her. She made some comment about never being satisfied and asked me to stand next to her. Taking the top off her dusting powder, scooped the powder out with the powder puff, and proceeded to “dust” my cock, balls, and ass, all the while smoking in the most erotic ways she could, knowing it was making me crazy. Barbara always delighted in the never-ending ways she thought up to tease and arouse me. She loved to do fancy snap inhales and french inhales, then blow the smoke all over my cock, balls, and ass. Barbara alternated stroking my dick, blowing smoke all over it and several times, she took long drags on her cigarette, sucked me deep into her mouth, and exhaled the smoke through her nose. As I grew closer and closer to an orgasm, she varied her sucking and stroking for the maximum pleasure. Then, when I was just about over the edge, she did another of her patented french inhales, as she blew smoke over the head of my dick, I erupted in several geysers of creamy cum. Some flew over her shoulder and landed on the vanity top, some ended up on her face and as my orgasm subsided, Barbara sucked me into her mouth and licked up and sucked out the last of my cum. She let my cock pop out of her mouth and motioned for me to lean over to her. She took another puff (exquisite snap inhale this time) and said as the smoke curled out of her mouth and lungs, “Kiss my smoky mouth.” It was delicious, a wonderful combination of her mouth, the smoke and, my cum. We were locked in a tongue embrace for several minutes, savoring the products of her manipulations and my orgasm. When we finally broke the kiss, Barbara took a look in the mirror and said, “Just look at me, now I have to redo all my makeup.” Her feigned anger was obvious and we both laughed. As in integral part of my continuing education, she bought several porn videos. Because of our situation, she especially liked the movies that focused on older women and younger guys. We liked to watch the movies, playing with each other and often having multiple orgasms while playing and watching. Then, we would make sure we tried out all the positions we had seen the actors using in the movie. I don’t think we missed any. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggie style, side by side…hell we even got pretty good at doing it standing up. Of course, Barbara had to have one of her fur coats on, she would prop her foot up on her vanity stool, on the bed, on the chaise lounge and I could enter her from the front or from behind. We did 69 and just about every variation on oral sex I can think of or any that we had seen in the videos. One afternoon, when she let me in the house, she was very excited and said that she had a very special surprise for me. I couldn’t wait. I sat down as she did a provocative strip down to just her stockings as I followed suit and was quickly naked. Then she opened a large garment bag and pulled out a luscious, full-length natural lynx coat. She said she had just returned from the fur salon and had picked up the new coat as she put it on to model for me… it was stunning. She said that her original and first fur had been the silver fox and it was getting a little worn and she had decided it was time to get a new coat. She had been going to resell the silver fox on EBay but then had a better idea. She took off the Lynx coat and tossed into my naked lap, it felt wonderful. As she started to fumble with a second garment bag, Barbara told me she had taken some careful measurements and then asked the furrier to insert a small slit between two pelts in the back of the coat and then repair the lining. Now I do not know what she told the furrier to get him to do this but….out of a second garment bag she pulled the silver fox coat. She showed me where the slit was and I still wasn’t sure what she was getting at. She donned the fox and made a few passes in front of me, teasing me, and letting the coat swing open to display all her treasures. Then she stopped in front of me, turned her back to me, and looked over her shoulder with one of the most wicked grins on her face I had ever seen. Then she leaned over. When she did, the new opening in the fur aligned perfectly with her pussy. NOW I had the idea. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to me. I nestled my face into the delicious fur and poked my tongue through the slit and deep into her pussy. She ground her hips back making sure to get a much of my tongue into her pussy as possible. I reached my tongue way down and found her rigid clitoris sticking out just begging to be licked. And lick and suck I did. I was so very erotic. The fur had all the enticing aromas I had come to expect, the fur itself, her perfume and now the intoxicating aroma of her pussy. I flicked her clit and tongue fucked her until she shuddered and came all over my tongue. Then Barbara casually strolled to her bed and crawled up on in on all fours; I didn’t need any more encouragement. I got on the bed behind her and locating the slit with my cock this time plunged into her in one thrust. She yelped with delight. I was able to fuck this most incredibly sexy and erotic women right through her fur coat. The sensations were too much to describe. We fucked like animals until we needed a break. We collapsed on the bed in a heap of fur, and relished in the afterglow of multiple orgasms. Perhaps the saddest part of this story is the inevitable fact that all good things must come to an end. In our case, it was the news that Barbara’s husband had been promoted (good) but the promotion came with a job relocation (bad), they were moving to Phoenix. The only thing that eased the problem was that Barbara wouldn’t be leaving for about six months. They were flying to Phoenix in two weeks to find a new house. Barbara was coming back to Chicago and would spend the time having garage sales, getting things in order and preparing for the movers. After a good deal of hugging and a little bit of crying we reconciled to spend as much time together as possible, without raising any suspicions. It just so happened that my mother (god bless her) came to at least a partial rescue. Without asking me, she volunteered my services to help Barbara during the transition period. Barbara pretended it would be too much trouble and was sure I wouldn’t be interested in the job. But, that if I was interested she would pay me for my time and efforts. Well, isn’t that a GOOD idea! Not only did we have a free rein to spend as much time as we wanted with each other, I was actually being paid in more than pussy and orgasms. And can you believe it, we actually got things done. Although at first we tied doing work in the nude, it was just too distracting and we found ourselves fucking too much (if there is such a thing). Therefore, we settled for splitting our time, dedicating sufficient energy to getting the house ready to move but still leaving plenty of time for fun. Barbara confessed to me later that one of her secret agendas was to see how many times she could make me cum. To that end, when we weren’t’ wrapping or packing, she continuously had my cock in her hand, mouth or pussy. One day, when we were driving back from dropping off some boxes at the Good Will, she noticed me watching her smoking as she drove the car. As usual, I had a bulge in my shorts from watching her. She simply reached over and pulling down my zipper said she was going me make me cum before we got to the next stop light. True to her form and her expert manipulations, she was licking cum off her fingers as we pulled up to the light! When the time finally came the day before it was time for Barbara to get on the plane to Phoenix I was in a pretty foul mood. She pulled me into her bedroom for one last orgasmic romp. We had at each other like there was no tomorrow. When we finally came up for air, she said she had one last surprise. Barbara got up off the bed and went into her dressing area. I remembered the day about a year earlier when I had been caught on the same bed and was sure she was going to call my mother. My cock twitched at the thought. When she came back, she was wearing the blue fox coat. I thought it had been packed with the rest of her clothes but she had taken it back out of the wardrobe box and put it away when I wasn’t looking. She came up to the bed and placing one foot on the bed began to rub her pussy. As always, her delicious clit was staring back at me. She took the coat off and laid it over me fur side down, making sure that my rigid cock was standing up through the slit. Then she got on the bed and mounted me cowgirl style and we fucked ourselves to three more orgasms. When she finally rolled off so we could catch our breath, I mentioned that I thought the fox coat had been packed. She admitted to taking it back out of the box and had decided to give me the coat as a going away present, something I could remember her by. I was happy to accept. Having her somewhat used fox coat helped in getting over Barbara’s move to Arizona. For a while we stayed in touch mostly through email and she would occasionally send me deliciously erotic photographs of herself as a friendly reminder of what I was missing. Eventually even the emails became fewer and farther between. It’s sad to admit that I have had no contact with this most gracious, beautiful and sexually talented woman in the years since. However, when I remember the sight of her sitting on her chaise lounge, wearing nothing but that wonderful sheared beaver coat, smoking a cigarette and tweaking that huge clitoris, I never fail to get hard. Thank you, Barbara for a wonderful year and the most important lessons a young man could learn.