2 comments/ 41724 views/ 23 favorites My Sessions with Sammie Ch. 01 By: cindyexposed I spend time with Curtis's son! Introduction: I love young men. I love their innocence, energy, their lust for life. I love how excited they get and how hard they stay. I love the embarrassment they experience if, and when, they cum too quickly; and I love how, with the slightest encouragement, they are hard and ready to go again after they cum. But most of all, I love knowing that they will never forget the intimacy of their encounters with me and that they will be better, more considerate lovers after spending some time with me. In a very real sense, it is a gift I can give to them as well as a gift to every woman with whom they will be intimate in the future. This is the story of one recent encounter I had with a wonderful young man named Sammie. He was the son of a very dear and intimate friend of both my husband's and mine. Sammie had just celebrated his 18th birthday when I first met him. An interesting and unique aspect of this story is that my experience with Sammie came with the encouragement and approval of my husband Jim, and at the request of Sammie's father, Curtis. Curtis was my boss, and he had become a good friend of my husband, Jim, since they both shared me several months earlier. Yes, over the past few months, Jim and Curtis discovered that they shared a great many interests; including, on occasion, me. Curtis was a tall, well built and strikingly good looking black man. At 6 ft. 3 inches, Curtis had broad shoulders, large muscular arms and a large, thick penis that stretched my core to its limits. You can read about the first time Curtis and Jim both fucked me repeatedly in my true story entitled 'Cuffed, but no key'. It is a very detailed (and mostly true) account of how I allowed my boss to enter me while my husband watched. Yes, for some unexplainable reason, since before we were married, over twenty years ago, Jim has enjoyed exposing me, and on occasion actually lending me, to other men. If you want to understand the details of how my life as a 'hot wife' first began, read my story 'Exposing Cindy: Spring Break'. It is the factually accurate story of how Jim guided me into a lifestyle I never expected, do not fully understand, but enjoy nonetheless. After my initial encounter with Curtis last summer, Curtis, Jim and I would get together occasionally, for an evening of dining, flirting and dancing that would often lead to Jim inviting Curtis to our home for some late night petting and 'no holds barred' sexual abandon. In addition to the wonderful sex with these two men, I also have a strong emotional bond with both of them. Curtis is far more than a 'fuck buddy'. He is a close and trusted friend whom I actually love. But his story is not really about Curtis, it is about an unexpected request he made of me. This story begins at Christmas, 2013, several months after Curtis and I were unexpectedly thrust into each others' arms. Curtis, Jim and I were enjoying each others' company over a dinner. It had been over a month since Jim, Curtis and I had been together. I wanted to see Curtis before my boys returned home from college, which would definitely impede my ability to entertain my boss, and my very close friend, in our home. I went to dinner fully expecting to make love to both of my dates that evening. Because of the taboo nature of a woman dining with her husband and her African American lover together, we would typically eat at elegant restaurants across town, in an area known as Sugarland, far away from where I lived in the Woodland, north of Houston. By dining across town, I felt I was reducing the risk of running into those in Jim's and my social circle who would be overly curious about the two men, one of whom was a large black man, with whom I was dining and with whom I was flirting so shamelessly, and whose hands seemed to be touching my arms, shoulders and legs as we talked and laughed together. I do not think anyone needed to be overly astute to watch the interaction between Curtis, Jim and me to conclude that both men seemed to think I 'belonged' to each of them, to be shared between them. I love the attention I get when I am with the two of them. There was something very sexy, and highly arousing to me, to be escorted by my husband of twenty years, and this large, strikingly handsome and powerfully built black man, to whom I allowed very intimate privileges. I would feel a level of wicked excitement walking into a nice restaurant between my two men, holding each of heir hands, knowing that I caught stares from other women who were wondering about the nature of the relationship between me and my two lovers. I caught stares of disapproval and envy as the ladies looked at me in a state of disbelief that I was brazenly flaunting my two men. I often fantasized that these women, who looked at me with scorn, knew that I would have both men inside me before my evening was over. I enjoyed knowing that while outwardly disapproving of me; many of the women who did so were actually jealous of the thought that I would be driven to ecstasy by these two men later tonight. I imagined that many of these women were bigots who would outwardly scorn at the thought of me taking a black lover, but deep inside envied me being ravaged but a huge black cock. As I said above, over the past few months, Curtis and I had become far more than sexually charged lovers; we became close and intimate friends. We confided in each other about many things, as friends do. Over dinner that particular evening, Curtis was lamenting the social ineptness and awkwardness of his only son, Sammie. It seems that Sammie was a eighteen year old high school senior who was a good student and a fair athlete but incredibly awkward around girls. Curtis indicated that Sammie was beyond being shy; he was actually scared of the opposite sex. Sammie lived most of the time with his mother, Curtis's ex-wife, but spend many weekends with Curtis. Curtis's ex-wife was going to be out of the country over Christmas, and Sammie and Curtis were going to spend the entire Christmas break together. Curtis was having a hard time connecting with his son. He indicated over dinner that Sammie seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time in the shower or in his room on the computer; time which Curtis was certain was actually time that Sammie spent jacking off repeatedly. "If that boy doesn't learn to at least talk with women, he is going to spend his entire life 'spanking his monkey' alone in his room," Curtis announced with a mixture of concern and disappointment. I said that I personally found it cute and appealing that his eighteen year old was shy to the point of being a bit afraid of the opposite sex. Jim seemed to agree with Curtis, "Yeah, he needs to move from the fantasy of masturbation to the reality of discovering a woman. He will be headed off to college in a few months, and he needs to break out of his shell." Jim paused, sipped his drink and then continued, "What he needs is a gentle, caring experienced woman to bring him out of his shell." Both men smiled broadly and looked directly at me. Immediately, I knew where this was headed. "Oh no you don't. Don't put this on me," I protested. "That would just be too weird, too... I don't know, too something. I don't do fathers and sons." Both Jim and Curtis roared in laughter. Curtis responded, "No one is suggesting a threesome with my son involved, Cindy. Even I am not that depraved. But you could spend some time with him, help him to get over his shyness, build up his confidence, and teach him a bit of how to act and what to do." I quickly looked around the restaurant to see is anyone at the adjacent tables was eavesdropping in on our intimate conversation. We did not seem to be attracting any unusual attention from our neighbors. I sat there silently, formulating my arguments why this was simply a bad idea. There was a long silence. Then Jim interjected, "Honey, if one of our boys was struggling like this, who would you want to teach them?; a prostitute?; or a teenage girl who might mock them or hurt them if they did not get it right at first?; or someone who could understand and guide them, and would do it with care and kindness?" Jim and Curtis were right. If either of my two sons had been overly shy, I would want someone who cared and understood to guide them through their first encounter... actually someone like me. "But it would just be too weird." I protested, repeating myself but deep inside the concept appealed to me. We spent the next hour discussing and debating whether I would accept this assignment and if I did, just what would it entail? In actuality, I realized early on that I would comply with Jim's desire for me to do this; after all, I always complied with Jim's requests. I just needed a little convincing. Jim and Curtis finally got me to agree to spend some time with Sammie in a casual, non-threatening setting. It would be up to me, and Sammie, what the lesson would involve. "Just so we are clear, I am not committing to do anything except spend some time with him, right? What are the boundaries, Curtis? If the situation seems right, and he and I are both receptive, how far would you like me to go here? What are you comfortable with?" I asked. "I trust your judgment. I am comfortable with you and Sammie exploring anything you two decide to explore. Let's just say, if you would want someone in a similar situation to you giving this experience to your son then I am OK with you and Sammie doing it," Curtis said with a confidence and trust that flattered me. After taking a long sip of wine and giving the matter a little more thought, I suggested a plan. "Okay, tomorrow is Thursday. Sammie is off for Christmas break this week. My sons do not get done with finals and come home until early next week. So we should have some time where we would not be disturbed. If Sammie is receptive to spending the day with me tomorrow, we will see what happens. No promises." My pulse began to quicken and my vagina began to moisten at the very thought of what I was agreeing to do tomorrow. I continued, "Curtis, if Sammie is up for this, I want you to drop him off in the morning, and pick him up tomorrow evening. I want to spend an entire day with him, uninterrupted. And in case he and I decide to enjoy some holiday cheer to relax him a bit, I do not want to worry about him driving home with any alcohol in his system. Deal?" Curtis agreed and said he would talk to his son and get back with me that evening. I made it clear that I did not want a night of debauchery with Jim and Curtis the evening before I had my time with Sammie. I wanted to be well rested, squeaky clean and attractive for my young student tomorrow morning. It occurred to me that I had not had an orgasm since the previous Friday. I should be ready and responsive for my student tomorrow morning. I wanted to have a 'sexual edge' for my young student. I smiled to myself, silently thinking that by talking me into this, Curtis and Jim had actually talked themselves out of fucking me that night. The irony amused me. They seemed to be willing to make that sacrifice for my young 'understudy'. I kissed Curtis goodnight at the restaurant table. wrapping my arms around his neck and taking his tongue into my mouth, much to the interest of the people around us. I wanted Curtis to go home with a little but of a hard-on and think about me that evening. I also wanted the old biddies sitting at the adjacent table, and who seemed to be aghast at my interactions with these two men, to have something to talk about tomorrow. Jim and I said goodnight to Curtis, excused ourselves, and we headed across town towards home. Around 10:30 p.m., Curtis called and told me that Sammie was very nervous about tomorrow, and he took some convincing, but he agreed to spend the day with me. Curtis would drop Sammie off at my house in the morning around 9:00 a.m., after Jim had left for work. I could barely sleep in anticipation of my new student's arrival in the morning. I was in a state of arousal all evening, and it took all my willpower to keep from masturbating before going to sleep. Chapter 1: Sammie gets his first lesson from a MILF: I awoke before six. I heated the hot tub out back and then returned for a bath. I shaved all my 'parts', dried, powdered myself, put on my make-up, and selected my outfit. I wanted to look good, but I did not want to scare him; so I chose a pair of shear white bikini panties and silk pink gym shorts, and a white clingy top with no bra. Looking in the mirror, I could see that I was still a very attractive woman. My perky breasts and small frame, combined with my short, sassy hairdo, and my large green eyes, gave me a younger, cheerleader appearance that belied my forty years. I could see that my nipples were clearly evident. Plainly erect, the material did nothing to hide the contour of every slight bump of my nipple; the darkness of my nipple was evident as well. I was dressed provocatively, perhaps more provocatively than I intended, but not obscenely. I fixed myself a Bloody Mary to help me relax until Curtis and Sammie showed up. I finished my drink, and was getting increasingly nervous when, at 9:20 a.m., they had not yet arrived. I was fixing myself a second Bloody Mary at 9:35 a.m. when the doorbell rang. I felt a lurch in my chest as my heart leaped in anticipation as walked to the front entryway. I opened the door, let Curtis and his son enter and Curtis apologized for being late. "Someone was a little nervous this morning and took a little convincing to come over. But he is here now. Cindy, this is Sammie, my son." I was then introduced to a tall, slender teenager, who reminded me of a young Will Smith. He was cute, shy, awkward and attractive and his shyness was adorable! Despite his shyness, and his inability to look me in the eye, he could not seem to keep himself from stealing glances of my erect nipples which were prominently displayed under the thin silky material of my top. Curtis obviously noticed Sammie fixation with my bra-less breasts, he winked and smiled furtively at me. Curtis seemed very comfortable that his son would be fine in my loving, competent and compassionate care. Curtis quickly excused himself, indicating that he had a meeting at the office; leaving me and Sammie to get acquainted. Curtis indicated he would return between five and six in the evening. So, Sammie and I had eight hours or so to enjoy ourselves and to get acquainted. I wondered how Sammie would recall these next eight hours years from now, as he reflected back on them. I was pretty sure I would remember this day fondly. I was motivated to make sure he did as well. I guided Sammie into the family room, where Jim, my husband, had built a nice fire in the fireplace for me before he left for work. I offered Sammie his choice of a Bloody Mary, some orange juice or coffee. "What is a Bloody Mary?" he inquired. I offered him a sip of mine, and the expression on his face was priceless. He did not like Bloody Mary's! "I guess it is a bit of an acquired taste," I laughed. "Would you like some coffee? Or juice?" "Juice would be nice. I don't drink coffee either." I returned with a large glass of orange juice, and we visited, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace. It was comfortable, relaxing and exciting, all at the same time as we made small talk, neither of us quite knowing how to broach the subject of sex. We talked about school, sports, his mom, his dad, where he might want to go to college, what he might want to study in college, girls at his school, the recent presidential election. We chatted for more than thirty minutes. I finished my second Bloody Mary, made another, and offered Sammie a drink. "You mean more orange juice?" he asked. "That or something a bit stronger. Your dad indicated that since you were not driving, and since you are in safe hands, so to speak, it would be okay if you had a little drink. You do not have to, but it might help you relax a bit. I could put a little vodka in some orange juice for you. It is called a Screwdriver. You might like it." Sammie agreed, and I made him his first Screwdriver. He tasted it and determined the taste was not too offensive. He drank this drink as though it was soda, and asked for another. "OK, but take it easy on this next one. I want you to sip it, not gulp it down. You don't want to get sick and ruin our morning." Sammie nodded agreement as though he understood. We returned to the couch, and I decided to be direct and I asked, "So do you know why you are here today?" Sammie's face turned bright red at the question. God I wanted to hug him he was so cute in his embarrassment. "I don't know. I guess so," he stammered. He suddenly could not look at me, his eyes were glued to the floor. "Sammie, do not be embarrassed. It is okay. First, you do not have to do anything you do not want to. We can spend the day just hanging out and talking if you want, honest." I could feel my smile growing, revealing how very cute I thought this situation was. "Are you okay?" He just nodded. "I tell you what, let's spend some time talking about our bodies. You have a rare opportunity now. You can ask me anything you want about a woman's body, or more specifically, about my body, and I will tell you anything I can. I am giving you the keys to the kingdom so to speak. So what are you curious about?" I paused. "I don't know..." was all he could muster. "OK, if you won't ask me about my body, I will ask about yours. How often do you masturbate?" I figured I would break the ice one way or another. Sammie's expression was a combination of horror and disbelief that I would ask about his masturbatory habits. "I don't masturbate," he said denying any culpability. I chuckled loudly, "Now Sammie, you and I both know that is not true. If it is, you are the only person on the planet who doesn't. I masturbate. Everyone masturbates. It is normal and healthy. If you did not do it, there would be something wrong with you." "You masturbate? How do girls masturbate?" he asked, suddenly, his interest clearly piqued. I decided that if I wanted him to be open and honest, I needed to be open and honest with him. "Sometimes, I just rub my clitoris. I use my fingers and make small circles around my clitoris until I achieve a climax. It helps me go to sleep at night. Occasionally, when I am feeling particularly naughty, I insert a device inside me and use it to stimulate the inside of my vagina, while I am using my fingers on my clitoris." "A device?" "Yes, I have a couple of vibrators that are phallic shaped." "Phallic shaped?" "Phallic shaped, it means shaped like a penis. Would you like to see the vibrator I use the most?" I asked coyly and seductively. I knew his prurient interests now had taken over his shyness. My young student was far too curious to turn away from this opportunity now. Sammie nodded his head timidly. "Wait here." I got up, went to my bedroom night stand and retrieve my favorite vibrating dildo. It was a little more than eight inches long and two inches wide, with a large prominent head and a series of thick veins running down the shaft. Aside from the fact that it was bright red and larger than 99% of the real male members I had encountered, it looked and felt fairly realistic. I turned the vibrator on and it buzzed to life. I handed it to young Sammie for his inspection. The front of his pants was now tented up as he held a device that I had freely admitted to him had been buried deep inside my vagina recently. As he studied the large phallus, he remarked with genuine concern, "Cindy, this is a lot bigger than I am." "Oh Sammie, I am sorry. Yes, it is bigger than almost any man. That is sort of the point, if a woman is going to sacrifice the intimacy of a real man, she can get any size plastic dick that she wants, and it never gets soft, it never cums too quickly. All it demands is some new batteries every couple of months. But that is still a very poor substitute for a real man with a real functioning penis." I took a sip of my drink and Sammie followed suit, making a bit of a face as he sipped the vodka laced orange juice I had concocted for him. "OK, now I have told you how I do it. It is your turn. How do you masturbate?" My Sessions with Sammie Ch. 01 Sammie was still a little apprehensive of sharing these details, so he asked another question, "Cindy, how often do you masturbate?" I decided to be quite honest, "Unless my husband and I just had intercourse, and I have just achieved an orgasm, I pretty much try to masturbate every night before going to sleep." "Try to masturbate?" he asked with a puzzled look. "Yes try. Often I am too tired or distracted and I give up before I achieve an orgasm. I probably actually get there about half the time. But I try almost every night. Also, sometimes I do not achieve a climax during intercourse, so I have to finish the job manually so to speak so I can get to sleep. What about you?" He smiled and seemed to understand it was time for him to contribute something to the discussion. "I guess I jack off a couple of times a day now. It seems to be my favorite hobby these days." "That's cool. It is one of my favorite hobbies too." I said trying to reassure him that this was normal. "Where do you do it? And how?" I was enjoying this discussion and I wanted to form a vivid picture of this teenager masturbating. Sammie was clearly beginning to relax now, feeling more comfortable opening up. "I guess I jack off every night in bed, and I usually wake up hard and jack off again in the shower in the mornings. I just make a fist and pump my dick with it." I sensed that he liked having this intimate discussion and his bulge in front of his pants seemed to grow larger and more pronounced as we talked. I watched as his penis throbbed in the confines of his jeans. "Does talking to me like this excite you?" I asked looking directly at his crotch. "It does a little bit." He smiled as he answered, knowing that I was not offended by the growing erection in his pants. "That's good, this excites me too. What would you like to do now? We can keep talking and visiting, or you could explore my body a little bit if you want. Would you like to kiss me?' I asked, in as innocent a voice as I could. Sammie just nodded silently. "Slide over here a little closer, so I can see what kind of a kisser you are," I said as I patted the cushion closest to me. As Sammie slid closer to me, I lifted his chin with my fingers and slowly leaned in to touch my lips to his. Slowly we kissed, gently at first, I instinctively opened my mouth a bit and Sammie began to explore my mouth with his tongue. I wanted to go slow, to not rush. I traced my fingers down from his chin to his chest, as we necked for several more minutes. Our breath became a bit more labored, indicating our growing arousal. I could sense Sammie rocking his hips slightly and I could feel my pulse in my clit, a definite indication of my own arousal. With my hand on his chest, I gently teased his nipple through the cotton of his t-shirt. Very gingerly, he moved his hand up my side to my breast, waiting cautiously to see if I would stop him or allow him further exploration. I broke our kiss for just a moment to say, "It's OK, you can touch me." And then I kissed him again, taking his tongue deep into my mouth. His hand moved over my breast to my very erect nipple. I moaned around his tongue as he explored my erect nipple for the first time. I could feel my vulva growing wet, and opening up. I was growing very aroused as my teenage lover felt me up on the couch. I broke our kiss again and bit gently on his neck as I moaned. "I love the way you are teasing my nipple, Sammie. God, you are getting me wound up." With that encouragement, he slid his hand under my shirt and touched me skin to skin for the first time. Again I moaned. I let him feel me for several minutes, as we both rocked our hips in growing excitement. I let my hand trace down his tight abdomen, past his belt and touched his erect penis through his jeans. I quickly found the head and gently explored the dimensions of his erection. Like his father, he was a well endowed man. He was larger than Jim, my husband. "Oh, baby, that is a very nice erection you have there." I panted as I continued to gently explore and tease him through the denim material. "Very nice indeed. If you are a good boy today, I may teach you how to use that penis to please a lady." Sammie started to pull my shirt up, and I raised my arms to allow him to pull my shirt over my head. He stopped and stared at my erect breasts momentarily. "Do you like my little titties? They are awfully small." "They are beautiful," he said cupping them with admiration. "Kiss my nipples, please," I instructed as I guided his head to my breast. He took each nipple in his mouth and gently suckled at my breast, the right and then the left as I moaned softly. After a few moments of this, I stood in front of him, my bare breasts still exposed, and said, "Sammie, for the next several hours, I am yours. You can explore my body and learn how to touch me, how to arouse me, and how to please me. We are in no rush now. So take your time. If you feel the need to cum, don't worry, just tell me, and I will take care of you. At your age, you will recover quickly. Okay? Don't be embarrassed about anything." I stopped long enough to allow this situation to soak in a bit. "Now I want you to come with me into my bedroom and you are going to give me a massage, okay? And you will learn about my body. You will learn to read my signals. You will learn to know when your touch is pleasing me and when it is not." "Sammie, before we go into the bedroom, I want you to remove my shorts and panties," I said, as I raised my arms above my head, posing in front of him like the goddess that I felt I was at that moment. "Go ahead, take off my shorts and panties." Sammie reached up and slowly pulled down my shorts and panties at the same time. I stepped out of them and stood before him naked. "Go ahead, look at me, touch me." His fingers traced up my inner thigh and I opened my legs slightly for him. He studied my vagina intently, before touching it. "Yes, I shave my pubic hair. Do you like that?" He simply nodded. "Can you smell the scent of my arousal? That is the scent of my lubrication. It is one of many signs that I am aroused, and receptive." His fingers then traced up and separated the moist lips of my vagina, contacting my clitoris for the first time. I moaned, "Oh you found my clit; that is a very important button when you are touching a woman. Touch it gently... oh not too hard or too fast. That's it very, very gently at first. You have to wake it up gently. Tease it awake." He rubbed my magic button for a few moments while I rocked my hips, moaning. I could feel the moisture seeping out of me as I grew wetter and wetter. "Let's go to the bedroom." Sammie arose from the couch, and stood in front of my naked form. He had his father's height and stood a full foot taller than me. His belt buckle was almost even with my bare breasts. His crotch bulged uncomfortably. I looked into his eyes as I unbuckled his belt, fumbled with the metal clasp of his jeans and then slowly unzipped his pants. "You look very uncomfortable, all bound up like that. Let's give 'little Sammie' a little room to breath, shall we?" I slowly lowered his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. His erection literally sprung free, and pointed straight out from his tight abdomen. I then pulled his t-shirt over his head as he attempted to kick off his sneakers and get the pants over his feet. He was awkward in a cute, endearing manner. I loved the way his erect penis bobbed up and down as he tried to free himself from he shackles of his pant legs. God, I love young men. After watching him struggle with his pants for several seconds, I interceded, "Whoa there cowboy. Relax for a second." I knelt in front of him and removed his sneakers, and then I took hold of the hem of his pants. "Now step out for me," I instructed, which he did. "Now that wasn't so hard was it? That is your first lesson. Don't get in such a hurry and remember, if it don't fit, don't force it, okay?" I said. While looking up at him from my kneeling position, Sammie's penis was right in front of my face, semi-erect. I gently took it in my tiny hand, and said, "Well hello there Sammie, What have we here?" His erection pulsed and grew slightly at my touch. "That is a very fine penis you have here Sammie, very nice indeed." I stroked him slowly and gently. He was circumcised. Semi-erect, his penis was about six and a half inches long and thick. The shaft was jet black. The mushroom shaped head was very distinct from the shaft, and was a slightly lighter shade, almost a pinkish-purple. I studied the shaft, which had a thick vein running along the underside. There is something about black erections that arouse me. Perhaps it is the taboo nature of a blond, white woman taking a black lover. But even more, the dark thick erection had a sinister, dangerous appearance. I loved thinking about the black snake slipping inside me. I continued to stroke him hard, which did not take much. Within a minute his penis was completely rigid, standing at least seven or perhaps eight, inches in length, straining towards the ceiling. I love the way youthful erections get so hard and point straight up. It is like they are rigid little soldiers standing at attention in tribute to me. I love it. I leaned forward and kissed the head briefly, sort of as an indication to my young lover of potential things to come but I did not take him in my mouth. There would be plenty of time for that later. I stood, and started to lead him, by his penis to my bedroom. He followed willingly, like a good little boy. Once in the bedroom, I pulled back the comforter from my bed, and went to the bathroom and returned with a large beach towel and a bottle of baby oil. I spread the towel over he bed, handed him the bottle of baby oil, and said, "Sammie, I want you to give me a massage now. It will be a good opportunity for you to explore my body, okay?" Sammie nodded as I climbed on the beach towel. I laid naked, on my stomach, in front of him. I pulled my hair off my shoulders and said, "Start by rubbing my shoulders with a little bit of baby oil. And Sammie, it is okay if you get excited. If you feel like you are going to climax from the excitement, just tell me. It is okay. I will take care of you, and we will continue after you have recovered a bit." I looked over my shoulder at him before continuing. "Do you feel like you need to cum before we get started?" His penis looked awfully hard and rigid now. "I think I am okay, Miss Cindy." Sammie, started rubbing my shoulders. He had wonderful hands and a naturally sensual touch. I moaned appreciatively. "Work your way down my back baby. That's it," I cooed. "You can reach around and rub the sides of my breasts, too, it you want. I am all yours. Get to know my body." I could feel myself getting wetter as he massaged my back and sides. "Now baby, rub the back of my legs." I parted my legs slightly as he moved to kneel between them. I knew he had a good view of my shaved pussy and anus in this position. I could feel myself opening, my vagina dilating from the erotic excitement of the moment. I could feel my juice leaking from my vulva. "Oh baby, your hands feel wonderful. You are getting me wound up. Can you see how wet my vagina is? You are making that happen. You are getting me excited." I started to rock his hips slightly from my growing excitement. "Now baby, rub my butt cheeks. I like that. It turns me on to have my butt rubbed." Sammie took beach butt cheek in one of his strong hands and massaged them, pulling them apart slightly. I knew each time he separated my cheeks he was getting a completely unobstructed view of my parts. "Sammie, you are getting me all wound up. "Would you like to finger me now? " "Yes ma'am," he said, his voice quaked with excitement. This was the first time he would place his fingers in a woman's vagina. "Okay, open me up slowly, first with one finger then two. That's it oh, that feels good." I humped back against his probing fingers. "Okay, can you feel my uterus? It feels like a very big finger up inside me. That's it, right there. Oh God baby, you are doing me some good now." I started to pant a little. "Now with your finger tips, gently feel the front wall of my vagina. There is an area against the front wall that is a little thicker, and a little rougher, can you find it? Oh that's it baby, oh damn, you found it." I was arching my hips up to allow him to penetrate me more deeply. I was beginning to have trouble talking, I could feel my orgasm starting to build. "Oh baby, that's it. Rub me right there. Oh God that feels good. That's my g-spot. You can make me cum like this if you want to. I can't hold out long like this." I was humping and pushing back to force his fingers in deeper now as I moaned. The sounds coming from me were less and less coherent now and the moans were more guttural. "Oh baby, do you want to make Cindy cum now?" "Yes ma'am," he said as he started to force his fingers in more violently. Suddenly, he had moved his hand and now had three fingers inside me. The sudden stretching of my vagina with his third digit hurt a bit at first, "Oh baby, too much, don't hurt me. Careful now." But he continued the assault on my pussy. He continued to massage my womb and I could feel my pussy opening to accommodate most of his hand. I was losing control. I felt the first wave crash over me, with his three fingers buried deep in my dilated and stretched vagina, I started to cum, the spasms started to shake me. It was a powerful orgasm, and I was not quiet about it. "Oh shit, Sammie. You are making me cum...oh God...deeper...fuck, baby, push. Don't stop. Oh God! Oh fuck...deeper...oh, shit" I screamed as I spread as wide as I could and pushed back as much as I could... My entire vagina was spasming as the orgasm quaked across my being. I was cumming hard and making sounds I usually do not make, when Sammie said, "Miss Cindy, I think I am going to cream. I can't help it." For the briefest of instants I did not understand what my young lover was saying to me. I had never before heard the expression 'cream'. But within the moment, I understood, Sammie needed to cum. My orgasm was triggering his. "Oh baby, come here quick." I beckoned him to bring his erection to my face. "Come here with that thing. I want to taste you when you cum." Sammie withdrew his fingers from my wet, spasming cunt, and climbed up next to me, lying on his back. His erect cock was sticking straight up. I grabbed his large erection and put it in my mouth; and not an instant too soon. The instant his cockhead passed between my lips, it erupted with the first ejaculation... a large warm, salty and slightly bitter string of semen shot into my mouth as Sammie grunted. Before I could ingest the first large dollop of youthful semen, his body stiffened and another string erupted into my wanton mouth. I struggled to swallow this large volume of sperm and I felt his cock spasm again. This time I withdrew my mouth and allowed him to shoot in the air, leaving a sticky white mess on his stomach. I slowly choked down the sperm in my mouth. Sammie was literally shaking on the bed as he came. "Baby, you get an 'A' in massage with this teacher. Definitely an 'A'! You have wonderful hands, and you made me cum so hard." I smiled at my young stud. "That was wonderful. Now let's relax for a moment before I teach you about intercourse." I collapsed on top of my young lover. Both of us had already had our first orgasm of the morning. "Baby, you made me cum so hard. I usually don't cum like that just from being fingered. You have a wonderful touch." I tried to catch my breath. I liked tasting you too. You are a wonderful lover." We cuddled for several minutes as we struggled to recover. We both knew the day was still young, and there was a lot more for Sammie to learn about Cindy's body. Coming soon, Chapter 2, Sammie loses his virginity... to me! My Sessions with Sammie Ch. 02 Sammie loses his virginity... to me! Moments after driving me to a powerful climax with his fingers, Sammie ejaculated in my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but the volume of his ejaculate overwhelmed me. I had to pull away as I struggled to choke down the series of ropes of salty, slightly bitter semen that had erupted in my mouth moments before. As I pulled away, Sammie's penis pulsed yet again, and a smaller string of youthful sperm shot out, spilling all over his stomach. It was a wonderful, albeit unexpected, development to our morning session. My 18 year old 'student' seems to have gotten over his initial reticence and shyness. "Sammie, that was wonderful. You made me cum so hard. You get an 'A in massage'. You have wonderfully sensuous hands and fingers. Did you enjoy it, too?" I took his pulsing erection in one hand and with my other; I touched the large glob of semen on his abdomen, bringing a small, trace amount to my nose. I inhaled his scent and said appreciatively. "It appears you did enjoy yourself. I love your scent." "Yes ma'am, I liked it a lot. It kind of snuck up on me though. That was so hot." He exclaimed with the enthusiasm only a teenage lover can muster. "Well that's understandable; I think both of us were a bit surprised at how aroused we got. I wasn't expecting you to make me cum like that either. You really 'got me' good. Let's get you cleaned up." I went to the master bath and returned with a warm, wet wash cloth, and wiped the semen from Sammie's stomach while holding his penis in my other hand. I loved the way he pulsed and throbbed under my touch. I just love the way young men seem to just stay hard. Sammie was not really 'losing his erection' after cumming. He stayed mostly hard, or at least engorged and firm, poking out slightly and 'north of vertical'. After wiping Sammie's semen from his belly, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash as Sammie watched. While I enjoyed the faint residual taste of his semen in my mouth, I realized that Sammie might be a little reticent to kiss my fully after cumming in my mouth. Our session was just beginning, and I did not want anything to dampen his enthusiasm for the rest of our lesson, so I wanted him to see me clean his sperm from my wanton mouth before we moved on. "Let's go relax in the hot tub and catch our breath, OK?" I suggested. Sammie nodded and followed me. I grabbed two large towels and we both walked naked through the house to the hot tub in my backyard. The hot tub was private and secluded by an eight foot brick fence and some shrubs. We would not be disturbed there. Sammie's penis swayed boldly in front of him as we walked to the hot tub. "You are a fine looking young man. You are very sexy indeed." I said looking directly and his semi-erect cock. Impulsively, I stopped a few feet in before we reached the hot tub. I turned and wrapped my arms around my teenage lover, "Kiss me, you sexy thing." Sammie was much taller than me and I had to reach up to kiss him, standing on my toes. My erect nipples pressed into his chest. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach and chest, the head of his penis reached almost to my breasts. As we kissed, I reached down and took his cock in my hand and gently massaged it. I loved the way it sprung to life. In two or three strokes, it was fully erect; rigidly hard. Sammie cupped my breast as we kissed. As his erection pulsed in my hand, I knew that he was not going to need much recovery time. I decided to keep him hard for a little while and tease him a bit. Not too much, mind you; just a bit. We climbed into the bubbling warm water of the hot tub. The water level came just above my nipples. Sammie sat across the spa from me, silently waiting for an indication of what was coming next. I decided we should talk about what had just happened. "So what did you learn this morning?" I asked. "I don't know. I suppose I learned that girls can have orgasms as powerful as guys can. I guess I was surprised how loud you were when you climaxed. I liked that. And I liked touching you." It amused me for Sammie to refer to me as a 'girl'. At age 41, it had been many years since anyone had called me a 'girl'. I liked the fact that my teenage lover did not think of me as an old woman, but as a girl. Smiling at him, I said, "I liked it when you touched me, too. Is that the first time you have touched a woman like that?" Sammie, smiled, blushed and nodded his head. "Was it what you expected?" Shyly he stammered, "Not exactly." "What was different than you expected?" I continued to probe. "Well, the opening, it was lower than I was expecting." "What do you mean?" I asked, not really understanding what he was saying. "Your vagina's opening is actually between your legs, I always thought it was in front of a woman more. It wasn't where I expected it to be." He said with an honest innocence that made me want to hug him right there. God he was adorable. A young man's first experience is a precious thing. Sammie and I were both going to cherish the memory of today for the rest of our lives. Sammie's comments surprised me. I figured in this day of easily available internet porn, every young man would be intimately familiar with the details of the female anatomy well before his first encounter. "Anything else surprise you?" "Yeah, I was surprised how wet and slippery it is down there. And I really liked how your vagina seemed to open up the more we touched. It was neat." He was literally beaming now, recalling fingering me to orgasm moments before. "Well, Sammie, it was wet because of your touch, and it opened it because you were doing a very good job of arousing me. " I continued in all honesty. "You have a very talented, sensual touch. I do not always 'get there'. In fact, it is rare that I climax from touching alone. And it is even rarer that I have a climax with someone the first time we are together. You are a member of a very select club." The smile on Sammie's face was priceless. He was beaming with pride. He had a newly found confidence. It was appealing to me. I decided to do something I seldom do in front of other men; masturbate. I was going to allow the powerful jets to stimulate my clitoris while Sammie watched. I turned around so that I was facing the jets of the hot tub. I was kneeling on the bench so I could position myself so that one of the jets was striking my clitoris. "Sammie, come over here and hold me. I want to show you a trick I learned when we first got this hot tub." I summoned him. Sammie quickly approached me from behind, and I snuggled back into his chest. I brought his arms around me and placed his hands on my breasts. I like the secure feeling of being held in place this way. "Just hold me in place. The jet is aimed right at my clit." I panted. After a minute of intense stimulation, I said, "Oh god, I can't last long like this." My voice was already starting to quiver slightly as my arousal started to increase from the jet stimulating my erect clitoris. As he stood behind me, Sammie was teasing my erect nipples between my fingers. I could feel his erection pressing into my back. "Oh baby, hold me tight. Don't let me float away." I was rocking my hips slightly as the pulsating water stimulated my sensitive clitoris. I was growing very aroused by the intense sensation on my little 'nubbins'. After a few moments I could feel my orgasm building, "Oh, fuck...I am going to cum again..." I panted, struggling to keep my voice to a whisper. He held me tighter as his erection ground into my lower back. "Oh shit it is so intense. Oh baby, oh, God. I am cumming baby," I said as I leaned my head back and pulled his face forward to kiss him as my orgasm quaked across my body. I sucked his youthful tongue into my mouth and I moaned into his open mouth as quake after quake rocked my body. I convulsed in Sammie's arms for more than a minute as he held me in place, the powerful jet continue to prolong my climax. Finally I had to stop. "Oh God, it is too much. Let me up baby..." I said trying to stand. But Sammie, held me in place for 10 to 15 seconds longer, evoking one more powerful series of convulsions from my core. It was a dominant and sexy act that struck a deep, submissive core within me psyche. I liked being held in place and forced to have one more orgasm. My student had asserted himself for the moment as my temporary master. I love being controlled this way, forced to cum! How did he know to do that? What made him sense that forcing one more wave of pleasure from me would resonate with me the way it did. I really do not understand what signals I sent him; but he certainly sensed that I wanted to be forced to cum a little but more. Finally, he released me and allowed me to float away from the powerful jet. "Oh god, that was wonderful." I said as I tried to regain my senses. I was developing a deep affection for my young student. He was clearly rising to the 'top of his class'. I floated in the effervescent warm water for a moment, trying to regain my senses. My nipples stood above the water like two tiny, erect, pink mountain peaks After a few moments, I suggested, "Let's dry off and go inside. I think you deserve a reward for giving me that orgasm." We climbed out of the hot tub, and I dried him with the towel. His erection stood firmly in front of him. It was an impressive sight. He was at least 7", perhaps more, in length. And he was quite thick. The large vein was quite pronounced running down the underside of this massive erection. I could not help myself. I folded a towel and placed it on the cement in front of Sammie, and I knelt down. Looking up at him from a kneeling position, I took his cock in my fist and slowly, and seductively, leaned forward and kissed the head. I looked up at him, and said simply, "You have a beautiful penis. And today, it is mine, all mine..." I then leaned forward and took the very tip of my tongue and inserted it slightly into the tiny slit at the tip of his head, looking up at Sammie the entire time. His erection arched up, the head swelled slightly larger and the shaft pulsed thicker as the tip of my tongue invaded the very tiny opening of his urethra. Sammie's knees seemed to buckle slightly and a loud moan came from his core. His penis grew longer and the head larger. He quickly had both hands on the sides of my head, holding me in place, as I continued to tease his highly sensitive slit with my tongue. I looked up at him. "Oh, you like that huh? I thought you might." I said before repeating the intrusion of my tongue into this very tiny, very tight opening of his 'pee hole'. I could only get the very tip of my tongue inside the slit, but it was having a very powerful effect. Sammie was literally shaking each time I repeated this probing of his urethra with my tongue. I owned him now. He would follow me anywhere. I smiled to myself thinking he would go his whole life trying to get women to repeat this little game I was playing with the head of his penis right now. And he would think of me every time they did it! I stood up, releasing his cock, and said, "Would you like to come inside and make love to me now? You seem to be ready." "Yes, ma'am. I would like that a lot." I loved the way this young man, who would soon be fucking me, was so respectful. It was cute and somewhat ironic that he was calling me ma'am, considering he had already shot his first load of sperm in my mouth! I wrapped myself in the towel, and Sammie followed me into the house with his towel over his shoulder. His cock stood boldly, unobstructed, in front of him. He had gotten over his initial shyness. He seemed to be proud of his large erection, and welcomed the opportunity to display it to me. It was an impressive sight. As we entered my bedroom, I went to my husband's dresser, and retrieved a box of condoms Jim keeps in his top drawer. Handing Sammie the box, I said, "Sammie, here is an important lesson. I want you to listen and pay attention. This might be the most important lesson of the day. Until you are in an exclusive, monogamous relationship, always wear a condom when having sex. It protects you and it protects the girl you are with. There are no exceptions to this rule, understand?" "Yes ma'am." he nodded in agreement. "Promise me that you won't break this rule." "I promise" I think at that moment, he would have promised me anything in order to be allowed to bury that huge cock inside of me! I took one of the condoms from the box, tore the wrapper, and placed the latex ring on the erect head of his cock. Holding his shaft with one hand, I slowly rolled the latex barrier down the entire shaft. The condoms were a yellowish, almost beige color. The tiny little reservoir at the tip was cute as it formed a little bubble to catch all the potent little sperm. My young lover looked adorable and sexy in his latex sheath. The condoms were self lubricated, so his erect cock was very slippery now in its protective sheath. I knew that in a matter of moments this huge cock would be prying me open, and would be buried deep inside of me. I was going to take this young man's virginity now. I lay on my back on the bed and beckoned my lover to approach me. He climbed between my knees, his cock bobbing up and down as he approached his target. I took the head and positioned it at my opening as I cautioned him, to enter me slowly. "You are a very 'good sized man', you have to let me adjust to your size, OK?" I cautioned. He nodded as though he understood. And slowly he pushed forward. Since I had already cum twice, and since I was emotionally aroused from my teasing his cock with my tongue moments before, I expected that Sammie would be able to just 'slip right in'; however, the spa had washed away much of my natural lubrication. There was considerable fiction and resistance as he tried to enter me. I felt very full as he stretched me open to accommodate his girth. In fact, his girth was large enough that it hurt slightly as he pressed the head past my initial vaginal ring at the opening. I pushed my hand against his stomach to keep him from plunging in further. "Easy baby, you don't want to tear me down there. You are big man. You don't want to damage the playground, do you?" He had only entered me about two inches, but he was starting to hurt me. I was afraid he would tear my sensitive skin. I asked for a moment to adjust. "Oh baby, wait a second, give me a chance to get used to you." I reached in the nightstand, and retrieved a tube of K-Y lubricant. I squirted a dollop on my hand as his cock throbbed just inside my opening. I put a generous amount on the shaft of his large cock as well as some on my vaginal lips. Ladies, if you have ever been penetrated by a large, latex encased cock, you know it takes a bit of work to get it fully inside you, right? The latex can make the intrusion feel a bit more difficult. Well this was a large man, and the friction was considerable. Sammie remained motionless waiting for me to signal that I was ready to be fed more of his cock. I felt his cock pulse and arch slightly. The pulsing stretched me open a bit. I felt very full however; it actually felt good as he pulsed inside me. I gave him a little vaginal squeeze in return, which caused him to pulse again. I hugged his cock with my vagina again, and then took my hand from his stomach and slid it to his hips where I could guide him forward. With the aid of the K-Y lubricant, he was able to enter me a bit more easily now. He penetrated me another couple of inched before I brought my hand back to his stomach to stop his progress again. I looked down and I could see that I had only taken about half his length inside me so far. He felt much larger than I had anticipated; I had to work him in gradually. Sammie was patient. He resisted the urge to hurry the penetration along. I suspect part of his ability to control his desire to thrust into me was due to the fact that I had allowed him to cum in my mouth recently. Sammie then pulled out slightly and slowly pushed himself deeper inside me. With each successive stroke, he was slowly prying my womb open to accommodate his cock. I was enjoying the slow, methodical intrusion with this wonderful virgin penis into my core. I liked the feeling of fullness, and being stretched open that I was experiencing. This was turning out to be a very sexy, arousing and enjoyable morning. After a few 'in and out cycles', with the help of the lubricant, Sammie was able to fully impale me with his erection. As I became comfortable with his size, I raised my legs up and wrapped them around him, giving him full access to my vagina. I rested my heels on his ass, and soon was encouraging his thrusts by spurring his ass forward with my heels. In this position, the head of his cock was striking deep inside me, hitting the front of my uterus, at my g-spot. "Oh damn, Sammie, you are so deep inside me. God, can you feel how deep you are?" my voice started to quake with excitement. This was unprecedented. I might cum three times in one day. I have never done that before in my life. This young stallion started pounding my pussy. He was pulling out and literally pounding his way back it with deep violent thrusts, punishing my insides as he drive me closer to another orgasm. I was fully open and wet now. I could take all of his rigid cock. I was bucking up to meet his thrusts. I knew that I would cum again if he kept this up. I wanted to climax with his erection pounding my core. "Oh shit, baby, fuck me hard; shit you are going to get me again. Oh fuck me," In the safety of my own bedroom, I did not need to be quiet, so I screamed as the pleasure built within me. I bucked back to meet each thrust. I was taking all of him now. My heels were digging into his firm buttocks, urging him to fuck me harder and deeper. I had moved past the point of being a kind and patient teacher. I was now 'a wanton woman', a nasty and aroused slut who wants to cum with the rigid cock of an 18 year old lover punishing her pussy. In a move that defied his inexperience, Sammie took my calves in his hands and raised them up, so they were now resting on his shoulders. He had me totally exposed and vulnerable. I was babbling incoherent nonsense as my orgasm overtook me. With my legs up over his shoulder and Sammie pressing me backward into an unthinkable shape as he pounded his long, rigid cock in and out of me, I lost it. I started to cum and lost all control of myself and this situation. My pussy spasmed, my abdomen convulsed, and I nearly passed out from a massive orgasm that would not cease. I did not recognize the sounds that emanated from my body and he thrust himself deep into me time after time after time. I was pinned under him, my heels pushed back to my head, my ass pushed high in the air, well off the bed. I was helpless to resist this massive assault. My pussy was spasming in orgasmic convulsions. My entire abdomen convulsed as wave upon wave of my orgasm quaked through me like powerful ocean waves crashing upon rocks. And because he had recently cum, Sammie seemed to have a staying power that defied all logic. "Oh God.You have to stop, you have to let me stop cumming," I screeched. But my words seemed to merely encourage him; he pounded me harder. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I would never forget to fuck me senseless. "Oh please, let me come down," I managed to 'hiss out' between orgasms. "Baby please just cum in me," I was begging. Suddenly Sammie stiffened. His entire body seemed to quiver as he pressed himself deep inside me. I could feel his erection swell slightly and pulse. I looked up at in an orgasmic ecstasy. His face contorted. My Sessions with Sammie Ch. 02 I knew he was ejaculating. His pelvis pressed firmly against mine as his penis pulsed inside me. I knew he was unloading his sperm inside me. I lay there panting as he completed his first coupling, the very erotic coupling with an older woman. Finally he collapsed on me, his cock still buried inside of my womb. His face buried in my breasts as we lay there panting, sweating but still coupled together. I reached up and caressed his head as he lay across my chest. "Sammie, that was magnificent; you were fantastic. You made me cum so hard; you are a marvelous lover," We lay together, still coupled together, his cock pulsing inside me, as we fought to catch our breath. Our chests were slippery with sweat from the passionate and wild fucking we had just experienced. I caressed him as he rested his head on my breasts, and I savored the post-coital bliss of having his large erection remain deep in my womb. I was confident that this was not the final coupling we would enjoy today! I knew at that moment, that I would always be willing to give a young attractive his first sexual experience. After all, someone has to do it, right?