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Teaching Chantelle Ch. 00

By: BlueTang



[MF, background conversation but no sex]

Tag: It was only a car ride...

This prologue gives you the background of how my friend Chantelle and I met, and about some of the conversations we had over the years where got to know each other VERY well. This set the stage for our later play, and it's true, but the prologue has no sex. If you want to get to the action sooner, you might want to jump to chapter 1.

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My friend Chantelle and I had a relationship that was different than any relationship I'd had with a woman. It was different because although we had long conversations about our lovers, sex, and everything we had done and were going to do in our sex lives, we had never done anything physical together. I knew all about how she once had a threesome, I knew how a female friend had gone down on her, I knew she had tried anal sex with her boyfriend and liked it, and I knew about her solo explorations. You might think that would set the stage for us to experiment together. But despite everything, there just wasn't any prospect of it. It was strange.

But I'm ahead of myself. Let me tell you about Chantelle and how our conversations got started.

Chantelle and I worked at the same large company. I met her when she was 22 and a part-time intern; I was a regular employee (and a little older). We got to know each other quite well over the next 2 years, mainly because of our outside-the-office interests. We both liked animals, and volunteered working with them in one of our research labs. There was nothing involved that was painful to the animals, just behavioral studies, but the lab directors always needed more help. Although we were in different divisions of a big organization, we saw each other every couple of weeks, sometimes for lunch, and usually while we were working with the animals.

I liked Chantelle as soon as I met her. She had a good sense of humor, and was able to laugh about herself, the company, and the animals we were working with. I was perhaps a little infatuated with her at times, as I've always liked younger women (although not too young!) and really liked chatting about all kinds of stuff with her. We talked about work, her boyfriends, local politics, and our animal-care hobby. She stood about 5'4", had medium-length dirty blond hair, was fairly petite, and probably wore a B-cup bra. A typical lovely young lady. But despite several years age difference, we really hit it off.

Most of our conversations at work were pretty professional, but we had time to have some social chat too. So as I learned about her boyfriend, she learned about my family, and I learned about her plans to go back to school. She always wanted advice, especially about the school part, so we had plenty of regular conversations.

Things got a little more interesting when we started taking day-long work trips together. A few times a year, we would need to drive a couple of hours away to a big pet warehouse to buy supplies and equipment for the labs. The labs ordered a lot of stuff direct, of course, but when we drove we could also buy stuff for our own pets (we were both animal lovers), and the place we went had more choices and better prices than the local stores. It used to be that just one person from the company would drive down, but Chantelle and I started volunteering to drive down together for fun when we could.

During the two-hour drives, we mainly talked about careers, and school, and what it was like for her to continue to work in the same town where she grew up and went to high school. As we talked about friends and how "cosmopolitan" our university town was, I learned that she was pretty open-minded, and she stuck around because our employer was as well. Chantelle had had a couple of female friends who were gay in high school, but some other of her friends just didn't understand, and she was glad when her friends moved on post-high school to a less judgmental environment.

Chantelle had only had a couple of serious boyfriends, and by our second or third trip, I was getting the whole story on all of them. Chantelle's first real boyfriend lasted from high school until she was 21. She took a couple of years off, and then started seeing a new guy (I'll call him "Dave") around the same time I met her. She was initially pretty happy, and he sounded like a nice guy. But it also turned out he was pretty straight laced, which didn't fit her all that well. He had to move farther away for work a few months after they started dating, so she wasn't seeing him all that often. This would put a strain on any relationship, and Chantelle started to express some doubts after a few months of this.

This is when we first started talking about sex. It began when I asked Chantelle on one trip how she was doing while he was away.

"Well, it does put a crimp into my sex life," she admitted.

"OK, but can't you find some other way to deal with that?" I asked.

"Oh, sure, but I'd like to at least be able to talk to him about it, or maybe during, and he's just not that interested in long distance phone sex! The point is to be with someone, even if you aren't there, right? That's why it's called 'sex'."

"Hmm. Maybe some stories? You know, dirty stories? To read together. There's a lot of, uh, 'erotica' online if you haven't looked. Actually, I guess you could read them together, or alone, when you are stuck at home."

"Yeah, I know. Actually, I've read plenty, but it's another place where he just doesn't get it."

"What do you mean? What's to get?"

"Well, have you read very many stories like that?"

"Yes, I suppose I have." I acknowledged, "I'm a guy, it's one of the things we do."

"Don't be sexist, girls read too, you know! But OK, so you know how when you are in a particular mood, sometimes you want a story of the right length? Not too long, not too short? "

"Sure, like, sometimes you might want long and romantic, but sometimes those go on forever, and you're like, blah blah, walk by the lake, blah, talk by the fire, blah blah, stare deeply into her eyes..."

She laughed. "You're so romantic. But yea, some are like that. But then, you know if you get one that's just a couple of pages, then it usually sounds like some 15 year old kid writing something totally fake, so it's just wham and it's done. Right?"

"Right, there are a lot of those too. Sometimes not so bad, but sometimes just really dumb."

"EXACTLY! You do know what I mean!"

"Ok, so sure, sometimes you want the long and slow, maybe sometimes you want one kind of story or another. OK, so what?"

"OK, so, when you look online at these story sites, you can tell how long they are, and sometimes they're divided into subjects - "

"Like threesomes, or moresomes, or the first time you did whatever, right..."

"Right, and sometimes you like this one, sometimes that one. But you still can't tell that much until you start, you just can't tell from the titles. So, sometimes you have to look at a lot of stories to find a good one. But the thing is, Dave just doesn't get it. I tried to explain it to him once when we were together one night, to see if we could flip through some until we found something really hot, and it just didn't work. I gave up after a while. He just didn't really get into it. Not that he didn't get into me, you know, but I really like reading these sometimes, and it was kind of disappointing about him."

Hmm, too bad, I thought to myself. I'd be all over it if my girlfriend wanted to read about sex with me!

We drove for a while more, while I mulled how to move the conversation a bit further. So Chantelle read erotic stories. That, along with other hints about sex, suggested she was probably masturbating regularly. I've never had a girlfriend who would admit to regular masturbation, let alone do it with me unless I prompted it, and I love the idea of women solo. So I wanted to know more.

"So you read literotica, do you?"

She laughed. "Is that the formal name for it, instead of 'porn?'"

"That makes sense. But actually, I was thinking about this website that has lots of stories. There're a lot of categories, but on this one the stories are rated by readers. So you can kind of get an idea ahead of time if it's going to be crap, or hopefully pretty good. I think, maybe 20 different categories? There's a lot of good, uh, entertainment there."

"So how do they rate them, do people vote or something?"

"Yup, you can rate them 1 to 5, and they just post the average. They must keep track of how often people vote so they can't cheat. But a lot of them have hundreds of ratings, so even if someone voted extra times it wouldn't throw it off that much."

"So what categories do you read? Do you have favorites?"

This was going a good way, but I was afraid to give out too much about what I liked in case she would think it was too kinky off the bat.

"Well, most of the categories are kind of specialized, there's lots of kinky stuff too. So there things like first time sex, and a section of romantic stories, and I think maybe one about vampires or aliens. But there are stories about threesomes, lesbians, doing it in public, anal sex, wife-swapping... things I think most people read about but don't do."

"You know, one time I did one of those with my first boyfriend, the big man, for his birthday."

"Did what?"

"We had a threesome with another girl I knew. He'd always wanted to. He kept telling me it was one of his favorite fantasies. So I finally gave in."

I felt the blood rush to my face at her matter-of-fact statement. "You did? Wow, awesome. I never had a girlfriend who I think would have ever really considered it."

She giggled. "Aw, poor baby. I think every guy wants to do it. You never know, though, maybe one of your girls had it in the back of their mind. I have to admit, I wasn't opposed. There's always someone who can turn you on..."

"So, um, if I can ask, how was it? Worth it?"

"Oh, it was good. She was better than he was, actually. It was a fun night, although we didn't ever do it again."

That leaves open a lot of future possibilities. I wonder... But then Chantelle was quiet for a minute.

"But this tells you another thing about Dave. When I told him about it, he just wasn't all that interested. I was giving him the blow-by-blow, and he just wasn't that into it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, I was trying to get him into it, so I talked about kissing her, and about how she worked around from kissing me to working her way down, even a little more about how, uh, excited we were... But then he just did the same old stuff."  

That idiot. How could anyone in their right mind not want to follow up on that? The more I learned about Dave, the less I understood how he could be a good match to Chantelle, given how much she liked to talk about sex.

"I can't believe it, how could you not want to hear all about it!"

She laughed again. "I don't know, but it just didn't seem to get him going in particular."

"Unbelievable. So, do you think he just needs to loosen up? Maybe he's just a one-woman kind of guy."

She thought about it for a few seconds.

"Well, he's pretty good in bed, but just not adventurous. You were more excited to hear about the birthday celebration than he was!"

She had that right, but I couldn't quite come out and tell her that my pants were a little tight right about now.

"Well, I hope he comes around. You know, he just doesn't seem very much like you this way. You only live once, and it would be a shame to miss the fun stuff." From her wistful tone talking about him, and a few other conversations, I could guess that this relationship was not going to last much longer if he kept this up.

After a few minutes of dealing with traffic, I returned to exploring Chantelle's sex life. "So, you know, on those stories... literotica.com is really pretty good, it's worth checking out if you can remember the website."

"I'll remember. I might have time tonight. So maybe I will."

"Ah, cool. Let me know what you think. So, how often do you get online to read stories, or whatever, with Dave out of town?"

"I dunno, it depends on my work schedule and if I'm working nights, and what I'm doing with my mom." Chantelle lived in a house very close to her mom's still. "I wish I had more time every day. You know, I have a pretty active sex life, actually. I've always said I could never marry anyone with a lower sex-drive than me! I really could use him around a couple of times a day. But I know how to cope."

"No, if that's you, you don't want to marry someone who's not, uh, up for regular games, for sure." Every day. Maybe a couple of times. That's some serious self-indulgence, if I was reading her right. But I couldn't quite bring myself to come out ask more directly. Oh well, hearing about the threesome was good enough.

In fact, the threesome was the highlight of the conversation that trip. We got to the pet store, and our conversation never came back to this the rest of the trip. Did it set the stage for my imagination to run wild later, and for some great solo action of my own? You betcha.

One other trip was particularly noteworthy, and it set the stage for when we eventually did go further than just talking. After a while, Chantelle broke up with Dave, and for a few trips we had just some light discussion of fun stuff, and nothing too serious. But one day we started talking about her moving back into her mom's house, which was empty because mom was spending a lot of time at her new boyfriend's place.

"She's said I can just come back and stay in her room whenever she's not there."

"Is that good?"

"Well, it's a nice house, and a big bed. My mom just told me to stay out of her dresser and leave her sex toys alone." She giggled at that.

I perked up, of course. "I can't think of your mom like that! She's still pretty cute, but not as cute as you. Does she have a lot of toys?"

"You say the nicest things. There's a drawer with a few things. I only saw them in passing. I didn't really feel like poking around much."

"Weird thinking of your mother's sex life?"

She laughed. "A little weird, but I've known she had one for a long time. If she's anything like me, she must be pretty horny sometimes. And I always knew what was going on with her boyfriends over the years. I could hear them sometimes when I was living at home. She wasn't really that quiet, and after a while it was pretty obvious. She wouldn't say anything, but they'd come over, go up to her room for an hour, and then come down. Some of my friends thought it was a little strange, but she was always pretty open about talking about sex, so I knew what was up even when I was a teenager."

"So, you don't want to try out her toys? With all that experience, there might be something good in there."

"Yech! It's one thing to know what's going on, but another to use... well, you know, it's kind of gross to use her stuff. I'd want my own."

"Do you have your own? Vibrator, or whatever?"

"No, actually, I'm good, never wanted one. I've seen them, but I'm not even sure where I'd go to get one around here even. Besides, I've got a pretty good shower massage that I like."

Oh, awesome. "I love the shower massage! I had a friend once who kept telling me all about hers. She told me about her vibrators too, though. I think she liked some variety."

We drove for a few minutes. "Have you ever used the shower massage for two?" I asked. "It can actually be pretty good for guys, too."

"I tried once, but it didn't work. He said it was too much. Is there a secret?"

"Well, if you do it with too much water pressure, or right on the, uh head of the, you know," I kind of stumbled, "Well, then it's too much. But on a gentle setting, underneath, or maybe all around, it's kind of like a thousand fingers, or tongues."

She looked straight at me. "So under your penis, or under your balls?" She must have seen the expression on my face. "It's OK, you can say it."

Ahem. "Ah, either is OK, but I was thinking under the balls. Definitely not a strong stream - that would hurt! But underneath, it's really nice. It won't quite do it alone, you still need something in front, like a hand or mouth or something. At least I do." We were into pretty deep details now, so I figured what the heck, it was OK. "But it can be really nice that way."

"So you need more than just the water? For me, just the water is enough."

"Yeah, we've got some different anatomy. It doesn't work quite the same. I like underneath."

"I guess that would get you really clean all over, even in back, doing that."

"You can never be too clean, and ready for anything!" Is she thinking of anal? I wondered what she thought of that. But I couldn't figure out how to follow up, so I just stuck with the shower massage.

"Also, if you can balance, you can sit on his lap, facing away from him, and use the shower massage on both of you together."

"Ooh, that sounds nice. So you have it all then. "

"Definitely. It takes the right shower layout to be able to sit down and do it. But worth trying."

I was aroused, but still a little red, not used to talking like this. Chantelle noticed. "You know, you're cute when you blush." At least someone was enjoying my embarrassment.

Once we arrived at the store, we continued to make small talk and drop little comments about sex as we walked through. But we also talked about other family things, like our nieces and nephews and having to deal with poopy diapers. We were just being silly at that point, but after a while I said, "No more! I don't want to hear anything else about poop or cleaning up dirty butts!"

"Don't tell me you have that much trouble with poop, mister, I know you've dealt with plenty of diapers. And with all this talk, I don't have the impression you are exactly innocent. Maybe even about a nice butt."

I grinned. "Hah, no, not at all. But of course, I'm far too polite to talk about all of that with lovely young ladies." Chantelle rolled her eyes at me.

"A dirty butt is just part of life sometimes, especially when you're 2. Did you know there was one time that I let my old boyfriend do me back there?"

Like I had done a few times before, I turned a little red as I stared at her. I loved how she'd just toss these things out in the conversation.

"I can't believe you just told me that!"

"It was another one of those things he'd always wanted to do. I let him just that once, a little while before we broke up. It wasn't bad, actually. I'd do it again."

"Trust me, that's a lot better than poopy diapers!"

"You know, his father called me a couple of weeks ago and was cleaning out the basement, and found some of our old stuff. The box had a tape we made that night."

"Did his Dad watch it?"

"No, but I'm sure he wondered about this unmarked VHS! Good thing he didn't. It's been a long time, and I just threw everything away. I don't even have a VCR anymore."

"I wish I'd seen it. Or you could post it. I'll be a lot of people would find it, uh, interesting."

"Yeah, right, I don't think so. Come on, let's finish our shopping and get out of here."

We wrapped up and got back in the car. After a while on the way home, Chantelle came back to our conversation:

"You know, I wasn't sure by your reaction if I should have told you what I told you. I was afraid you wouldn't want to hear about it."

Of course I want to hear about it! I didn't know quite what to say. "No, no, that was good. It wasn't what I was expecting. If it's what you want, anal sex is all good, it's something that a lot of people like. Hell, any kind of sex is all good! So no biggie, whatever works for you."

I couldn't quite figure out how to tell her that anal sex was one of my favorite fantasies, but I just didn't have the right person to do it with. Later in the ride, though, I found a way to work it back in.


Teaching Chantelle Ch. 00



"You know how you were talking about your two girl friends that were together in high school?" I asked. "I knew people like that back in high school. They were horny and would probably have done anything that moved, almost like 'lesbian until graduation' but more like 'I'll do anything until graduation.' Actually, I did have one guy friend myself like that. There was never anything romantic, but we did mess around."

"There's always someone, isn't there? I think a lot of people have a friend like that. So, did you like it? How far did you go?"

"Nothing romantic, never any kissing or anything like you did. I think we were just getting off however we could. We tried oral sex, but weren't really very good at it. But we managed to try, ah, anal sex, and we were a little better at that. And had a lot of hand jobs."

"Who liked it more, you or him?"

"I dunno, we both did. When we stopped it was because we both got girlfriends who we could mess around with. It just kind of petered out. And it was maybe a little unfair to him too, because, uh, I think I did him more often than he did me. I just couldn't relax enough to be comfortable with him in me. You know that's key, it must be why it was good for you. I was actually a little bigger than him, but he didn't have a problem. We really didn't know much about what to do, and we had just Vaseline. It was trial and error. If we had real lube I think it would have been better."

"But you got a lot of practice, always good to have practice so you know what you like. Do you ever see him anymore?"

"Nope, I think he's married now, somewhere in California. It was fun while it lasted, but that was a long time ago. And I'm really not into guys, it was just those couple of years way back when."

Our conversation moved away in other directions from there. But like some other trips, that one was enough to keep a lot of interesting thoughts in my head for a long time.

My conversations with Chantelle ended when she moved 2000 miles away. She had a new boyfriend who was really a great guy, but he was in the military and moving west. I got filled in a bit before she moved (she was going on house hunting trips westward), and found out he liked sex as much as her, which was great for her. Too bad for me! But he was lucky.

The last time I saw her before moving the last of her stuff, Chantelle called and then stopped by my office. It sounded like everything was going really well for her. She and Tom (her new boyfriend) had bought a house together, and it seemed like she was getting settled in. Of course, I turned the conversation to how things were going on the sexual front, and that sounded great too. I asked if they were breaking in all of the rooms of the new house. She laughed and said they definitely were. I asked what the house was like (it sounded like a pretty nice, basic, suburban home), and checked to see if it had a shower massage. Again, she laughed, and said "It does now!" It was clear everything was good.

I wished we had more time to talk, but she had to head on out. I told her that I was really happy it was all going so well, and to stay in touch. I also told her that I'd miss our conversations. She smiled and said "Me, too." Then, we gave each other a big hug in goodbye.

And with that hug, even though we hadn't ever done anything to act out any of what we had chatted about, I just couldn't resist and grabbed her butt and gave it a good squeeze. She gave a little squeak of surprise, and I said that I was sorry, but I just couldn't resist after all this time. Chantelle held on close to me for a minute, and whispered that she didn't mind the grab. I'm sure she could feel that I was more than a little excited even after this short conversation.

As she turned to leave, I reached out and gave her one more little grab on her butt; she looked over her shoulder with a little smile, said "Bye!" and walked on down the hall.

Ah, what a moment. In the couple of years after that, I played that scene, and those conversations, and where they could have gone, over in my head. All of it led to some great fantasies and explosive orgasms, mostly alone. But although I kept hoping, there just wasn't a chance to see Chantelle again for a couple of years. We dropped each other the occasional note, but my work and hers didn't leave us much time for a while. My loss!



Teaching Chantelle Ch. 01



[MF, Toys and Masturbation]

Tag: Chantelle still doesn't have her own vibrator

If you read the prologue, you'd know that Chantelle and I had had numerous conversations about sex during work-related car rides to pick up work supplies. We had never hooked up, although I fantasized about it often. Then she moved away to be with her boyfriend. Things changed when she came back to town for a visit.

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I'd had several pretty personal conversations with my friend Chantelle over the years. Unfortunately, even though I knew an awful lot about her sex life, we'd never consummated anything. After she moved away to be with her boyfriend Tom, I didn't get to see her for well over a year. But one September, out of the blue, I got a call from her. She was back in town and wanted to see if I had time to get together. No way I'd pass up seeing her, and we planned lunch a few days later.

Over lunch, I learned that things were still good with Tom, but he was on an assignment out of town for an extended period, and so she had taken the time to come and visit her family for three weeks. During lunch, I asked if she'd like to join me for the 2 hour drive down to our pet supplier later that week.

"I can't wait! It's been a long time since we had a fun chat," she responded. I thought (and hoped) that I detected a little devilish sparkle in her eye when she said this

I couldn't wait. I didn't really expect anything to happen on the trip, but was hoping just maybe to find out more about what was going on in her current sex life, get to share about mine, and have some sexy conversation. I'd also thought of some ways that we might be able to get physical, if she was willing. Did I really expect them to work? Maybe not, but you never know.

As we drove, we talked about all kinds of things - how she'd settled in to a new part of the country, her new job, Tom's work, how she'd met new people. All of it sounded good. I asked if they'd finished initiating every room of the house, and laughing, she said they'd definitely initiated every room at least once. They had even worked on the more unconventional places like the walk-in closet, the 1/2 bath on the first floor, and the patio.

Chantelle asked about my sex life, which was pretty OK but mostly vanilla, and I admitted I'd gotten a shower massage of my own. She asked if I was enjoying it, and I admitted that I was, on a regular basis. I reminded her that she had told me that she and her old boyfriend had had a threesome at one point and asked if she'd done the same yet with Tom. She blushed, and said they'd met one friend who they thought might be interested, but they hadn't actually gotten tried to get her in bed yet. She did admit it had led to some pretty good sessions when they talked about her. It all sounded good; Tom was keeping her pretty well satisfied.

She was staying alone in a hotel room and admitted that she missed Tom, especially the regular sex. (You were telling instead of showing -- see how my edit changed it?)

"I just have to tell him I'm feeling a little frisky, and I'm going upstairs to take care of it, and he drops everything to help out. But I don't have anyone else to help out here! And I don't even have a shower massage. Mom's house has one, but I can't really go over there just to take a shower."

I made appropriate sympathetic noises. "Too bad, but I guess you're right. You could sneak in, maybe. But you still don't have a vibrator? Even after seeing them at your mom's a while back? You must have gotten one."

"No, really, I still don't. With Tom and the shower massage, I really don't need one. Oh, and by the way, I did figure out how to use that on Tom, and you're right, he likes it."

"Told you so, it's all about the right technique. But back to you, hasn't he ever been out of town this long before? How'd you survive? This is definitely time for a vibrator!"

"No, he hasn't. But I just don't even know where I'd get one, even if I decided to."

I said, "Hey, do you remember every time we come down here, we pass that adult store, and we joke about it? It's still there. And you know, they have vibrators."

"They do? How do you know?"

"Well, I stopped in and bought some stuff one Valentine's day when I was down here. Just to get something different as a present."

"What did you get? What's it like?"

"It's not bad, actually, inside it's not dirty or anything, just racks of magazines and videos, and a section of, uh, 'hardware' around the sides. There were a few other people there when I was in, a few guys, but actually two women came in while I was there too. "What did you get?"

"I was really trying to figure out what the best magazine was, and they were all sealed in plastic. So even though it was weird, the salesperson asked if I needed help, and I figured she should know, so I asked if what I was looking at was really explicit. She said, I think so, but let's check, and she opened it and said she'd just reseal it after. Very nice, kind of nonchalant about the whole thing. Just like any other store."

"And they had vibrators?"

"A whole wall of them. They aren't that expensive. You know, I'll even buy you one as a going-away-again present. I'm helpful like that."

She laughed. "Very thoughtful! Well, I'll think about it."

"OK, but don't think too long, because we'll be driving by it again on the way back."

We proceeded to do our business at the animal store. I joked a couple of times when we found phallic objects like syringes of the right sizes. But it wasn't until we got back in the car that she said, "OK, I thought about it."

"What?"

"That we can stop at that store on the way home."

Score. "Good call. Trust me, you'll be glad you did. "

When we got there, we parked in the back, and walked past a couple of other cars to go in. A few people were inside; a couple looking through some DVDs, a man by the magazine rack, and another man just going into some "private viewing" booths in back. There was a nondescript looking woman behind the counter, could have been the same person from a few years before, but I couldn't really tell. We did a slow circuit of the store (it wasn't that big), walking past shelves with lube on them, past a few sexy outfits that I said would probably look really good on her (she posed and fluttered her eyelashes at me), past some BDSM stuff that she gave a good look at, and past a selection of strap-ons. She slowed at these, and she wondered out loud when someone would want them.

"For two women, or maybe for a threesome. Or you could do your boyfriend with it."

"Hmm, interesting." she said, looking thoughtful.

I then pointed at one of the giant size models and said,

"But not with THAT!" She laughed and agreed that there were probably ones that would be more fun, rather than just buying size for the sake of size. And with that, we got to the vibrators.

They had lots, and lots, of vibrators. I gave her a lesson. "So, you have the realistic ones" (pointing at the rubberized ones that looked like a realistic cock), "the big ones" (more of the 3" diameter models), "and more of your standard type." These were the regular smooth plastic vibrators we all know and love. "You also have this 'rabbit' type. I haven't used one of these with anyone, but this part goes inside, and this part is supposed to tickle your clit. Supposedly it's great. I think it was featured on Oprah or something."

Chatelle burst out laughing, then looked around self-consciously. "Oprah? No way."

"That's what I read. Like I say, I've never really seen one used." I pointed at some with cords. "But you definitely want battery powered, and waterproof in case you want to take it in the shower." She agreed on that.

"I've always thought the realistic ones were kind of creepy looking," I remarked, "and if you ever think you might play with it with your boyfriend, well, most straight men probably don't want another thing looking like that," I pointed to the realistic rubber one, "anywhere near them. I know I don't."

"So what would you look for to use it with a guy?"

"Well, for just kind of playing around, any of these standard ones would work. But if you wanted to do some, uh, anal stuff with him, and he's not used to it, then maybe a little slimmer." I pointed to some super slim ones. "These are really thin, maybe too thin, there's actually no point to it. Kind of just like a vibrating finger, you know? You could probably pretty easily use something like this" (I pointed to a 3/4" diameter model) "and it would be fine. You still need to be gentle, and use lots of lube to make it really slippery, but that's do-able. Now, for you, you could probably go a little bit bigger." I pointed to a silver model, waterproof, maybe an inch or more in diameter, and longer than the other one. "What do you think of this?"

"It's a little longer than most guys, at least the ones I know."

"You don't have put the whole thing in, you know. Some has to be sticking out. Besides, you may not want it inside all the time anyway."

"Really? Isn't that the point?"

"Kind of, but the vibration is really the point, along with that. On the outside, just holding it there, maybe even with clothes on. Sometimes right on your clit, or all around, or sometimes inside. There are a lot of possibilities."

"And you've tried them all?"

"Look, it's not just a solo thing, it's just another sex toy. So yeah, I've used them a few different times, with different people."

We looked at a few more things, including the g-spot vibrators that she thought looked a little weird, and butterfly vibrators just designed to strap around the front. I told her I had heard these were supposed to be really good and intense, but definitely not the traditional vibrator. Finally, she asked me my advice.

"OK, since I'm buying, and I'm cheap, here's what I would do. I'd get two basic vibrators, one a little bigger and one a little smaller. Like that silver one and this pink one. You can try them, see how big you like, you can use them on Tom, or if you get together with that friend of yours, you'll have a couple of options. And it leaves more to come back for if you really get into it."

She thought for just a second. "OK, I'm in your hands. That sounds fine, whatever you think."

Great! We grabbed the two vibrators, and I also grabbed a bottle of lube as we paid. Chantelle asked me about it as we left.

"Do you really think we need that? I've never had a problem with being wet."

"Do you get, uh, wet pretty fast?"

"I guess, although I've never done a comparison to anyone. Once I'm going though, I'm good until I'm done!"

"Well, think of it as a safety blanket, or if you are in a hurry. But also, if you do end up wanting to use it on Tom, you'll need it. Actually, I suppose it would be 'in' Tom, not just 'on.'" She laughed.

"Do you really think I should try that with him?" We got into the car.

"Well, does he have any interest? Not all guys like anal, but some do. You said you'd done it with your old boyfriend once, right? Haven't you done it with Tom as part of your housewarming? Or has Tom ever poked around back there, at least? Any clues if he might be interested?"

"Well, he used his finger once or twice, and sometimes I do play with his butt a little when I'm going down on him. I like it and he doesn't last long once I start rubbing."

"Then I think it might be worth a try. Start with a finger, see if he likes it, and then you'll know if he's ready for the vibrator sometime later. I have to admit, I like being done with a vibrator that way. Not every time I have sex, but when I'm in the mood."

"I remember you told me about doing that guy in high school. Is it like that?"

"I dunno, it's not another guy, it's with a girl, and the vibrator is more fun. More comfortable, maybe? Or maybe it's just experience."

I had another thought. "Actually, you might want to try it yourself that way. You remember my old friend I told you about who told me all about her shower massage? I bought her a vibrator too one time. After I got it for her, she'd tell me about using it, including using it anally. I'd ask in the morning if she used her new toy, and she'd say yes, and then I'd ask how she used it, in the front or back, and she always said both. She really liked it. But she was funny - she told me she'd never have anal sex with a guy. She said she never knew why guys always wanted it that way. She just didn't want to. She said it would just be too different from smooth plastic vs. what she thought a real guy would be like. And she really did like the vibrator that way!"

"She doesn't know what she missed. But I guess she was happy with the present, at least."

"Yes, she was. One of the most exciting gifts I ever gave. You'll like it too, I'm sure. "

"I sure hope so, after all this."

We drove along for a while. Then Chantelle said,

"You know, I am a little nervous. I've never used this before. What do I need to know?"

I tried not to laugh at her. "What's there to know? It vibrates, it's long and thin and smooth and will be slippery... It's going to be pretty self explanatory. But we have some time before we get home, so maybe you should get it out and make sure you know how to use it."

She got the two vibrators out of the bag and took them out of their packaging. Then she turned the dial way up on the first one, and when it buzzed, she jumped and almost dropped it. I laughed.

"Careful, it might bite!"

"Shut up! I just wasn't ready for it."

"Uh huh. Turn it down and try it again." She turned the dial a little more slowly. "Depending on how you feel, you might want it faster, or slower, at different times. You'll need to experiment."

"But... should I just keep it on the whole time? Or only turn it on once it's in? How do most people do it?"

"Look, it's not like there's a right answer! And not being a girl, I really don't know. There's not a wrong way, it's whatever feels good. Just wash it when you're done." After looking really interested in the store, she still looked dubious. "You really do seem a little nervous about this though. What's the matter? "

"I don't know, it's just different."

"Than your hand? Or someone's fingers? It's the same, just better." Then I had an inspiration. If I was going to make a move to do more than fantasize, this had to be the moment to try. "But, you know, if you are really still worried, maybe I could, um, that is, I'd be happy to try to help." I blushed, but tried to put on my cutest grin. "I could demonstrate, or maybe not exactly demonstrate, but I could help show you how to use it. I'm not trying to move in on Tom, but I know he's away, and I have some experience here, and I could help out, just as a friend. After all, you let me buy it, so it could be like an in-home demonstration. I could help, just clinically, you know. Really, I'd be happy to."

I was blushing and my heart was pounding as I stammered out my offer. Chantelle just kind of looked me for a second. Then she got just a small smile and said "Have you been trying to set me up all this time?"

"Oh, God, no, I would never, I mean, we always just talk and stuff, I'd never try to do anything I shouldn't, I know it's a little different, but kind of like friends with benefits, I just thought it would be fun and you were a little worried and stuff..."

She burst out laughing. "It's OK, you goof, I was just yanking your chain. I thought you'd never ask. I'd love your help. I've been sitting here, not saying anything, just figuring you didn't want to cheat."

Damn. It was that easy? She was a very special girl.

"Well it's not really cheating, we're not going to have sex, it's, uh, I'm just helping you learn something you can't get at home. And it's not something I'm doing at home either."

"Teaching about vibrators, you mean?"

"Yeah, I'm not running around doing that, I'm covered at home. And you're going to be leaving soon and I won't see you for a really long time. If it's not something I can do at home, doesn't that make it a little different? And I'm just a helpful kind of guy. Like a class. Just kind of a hands-on class."

"Oh, so it's just a student-teacher thing?"

Better not make it too clinical. "Well, OK, you know I like you a lot, we get along really well. And I haven't said it, but I've always thought you were really pretty. I'm really, um, excited, here. I would love to do this. I wouldn't do it with just anyone! There hasn't been a chance for us to ever do anything like this. But this could be really good." I wasn't sure if I was pleading, or trying to explain myself. "But I have to say, student-teacher relations can be very interesting. I'll probably have to give a lot of lessons, and give you a lot of quizzes to see if you pass. I'll need to give you a grade, things like that. So far you have an "A" for interest."

"Hmm." She thought. "I never thought I'd look forward to being tested, but it could be fun. OK, it's a deal. We'll have some "class time" and you can help me with this."

Oh, baby.

I asked Chantelle to swing me by my place so I could freshen up. No one was home, so I ran in, changed and showered in record time. I met her back at work in my car, and as we dropped off what we had to there, there was a definite tension to our flirting that hadn't been there before. As we were unloading, when we were out of sight of everyone else, I went out of my way to brush up close to her in tight spaces, and I reached over and gave her a little caress on her cheek a couple of times. She responded with little jiggles back against me (there was no doubt she felt a lump in my pants a couple of times), and with a few shivers. As we were finishing up, I asked her if she thought she was almost ready. She reddened and said, "I think I'm very ready."

When we arrived at her room, I tried to figure out just how much role-playing we were going to do with this. "You know, since my job here is as a teacher, how about we treat your room like my office, at least to start. That way I can teach you everything you need to know and I'll be sure we don't miss anything."

"OK," she said. "How should we start? I could really use a shower."

"That'll work. How about a quick shower, and then report to my classroom for your extra study session." I said, gesturing around the room. Pointing toward the bed, I said "I'll probably be working at my desk over here. I'll get things ready while you're in there. Just wear your towel. Remember that I'm your teacher, though. I might need to ask you some questions, and you'll need to do your best to answer to earn a decent grade."

"Questions?" she asked.

"Yes, you know, to teach you, I need to know what you already know. I want to build off where you are already.

I got the room ready while Chantelle went in the bathroom to shower. I drew the curtains, although we had plenty of light to see (I really wanted to see what I was doing), and turned down the bed. I put the vibrators on the side table, along with the bottle of lube, and pulled my "office chair" up to the side of my "desk." I kept on my shorts and shirt, but got rid of my shoes and socks. Then I waited.

After a minute the shower stopped, and a couple of minutes later Chantelle opened the door and asked "Are you ready for me now, Mr. Jackson?"

"Come on in!" Chantelle stepped out wearing her towel wrapped around her. "Hi Chantelle, glad you made it for your study session. It's much easier to answer questions when you can get some individual attention. Here, have a seat at my desk." I motioned for her to sit on the bed.

"So, let me be sure I understand where you are in terms of background for your extra work this afternoon. I understand that you've never used a vibrator before, and you are a little bit nervous about it."




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 01



"Yes, Mr. Jackson, I understand that a lot of girls have them, but I've never used one."

"That's just fine. Everyone is a little nervous at times, and I think this will go just fine. You just need a little extra lesson, then you'll be set to keep going with the rest of the class. That's what I'm here for." I adjusted my chair and pretended to consult a piece of paper I had in my hands. "Now, I do need to get some background so we start at the right point. I need to be sure that you know the basics. So, you do know how to masturbate, correct? And, do you do that on a regular basis?"

"Yes, if I'm not with my boyfriend, then every day."

"Excellent," I said, pretending to mark something on my paper. "And, do you reach orgasm every time?"

"Definitely. After I first learned how, that's never been a problem for me."

"And when did you first learn to have an orgasm?"

"Hmm." She thought for a second. "I guess when I was 16?"

"OK, so you have, let's see, coming up on 10 years of experience. Do you ever have multiple orgasms? So, if you reach your first, but you keep going with stimulation, are you able to reach a second, or more? Or do you need to take a long break in between?"

"I can if I'm in the right mood. Like, maybe 3 in a row?"

"Great. And has lubrication ever been an issue for you? Dryness is something that you don't want when you are using a vibrator."

"No, not a problem."

"Great. We have lubricant if we should need it, that's something you should always have handy, just in case." I pointed to the bottle on the table.

"OK, now here's our lesson plan for today. What I'll do is demonstrate how to use these," I pointed to the vibrators, "step by step. Feel free to ask questions at any point, or give guidance about what's making sense to you, or not. We can always repeat part of what we are learning until we get it right."

I licked my lips, which were dry from talking about our plans. My hands were trembling a little too. "Now, our lesson here in the office today is how to reach orgasm with the vibrator. But later you can use it together with a partner, or in conjunction with a hand, or in the shower, or however else you might want to. Now, since you haven't used a vibrator before, do you usually use your hands to masturbate?" She nodded. "Some women use one hand, some two, do you have a normal technique, or does it vary?"

"A lot of times I use just my left hand, but sometimes I use both."

"OK. Well, as I'm demonstrating, you should feel free to participate. As you get comfortable, I'll give you a chance to use the vibrator too. There's nothing like repeated practice that makes this go more smoothly. So once you are home, you should probably practice, say, at least a few times a week to make sure the lesson sticks. Feel free to practice as often as you like, that's just a guideline."

I stood for a minute and motioned for Chantelle to lie down. "So let's see about getting started here. Please, lie down on the desk, face up, right, just like that. This is the best position for practicing. Are you comfortable? Let me know if you are cold, we have some blankets in case you need them." Chantelle got comfortable, her towel covering her from above her breasts and down almost to her knees. I sat down and pulled up my chair next to her so that I was even with her torso.

I leaned over and picked up the larger vibrator, and slid my chair up a little more. "The first thing we want to do is start with some foreplay. Are your breasts very sensitive? Do you ever touch them when you are masturbating?"

"Well, only occasionally when I'm alone, but they are sensitive during sex."

"Then that's where we're going to start. I'm going to pull down your robe a bit here to start the lesson, OK?" She nodded, biting her lip a little in anticipation. She was a little flushed (I was too). I turned the vibrator on a very low buzz, then reached up and undid the towel at the top. I folded it down, exposing her breasts. I took a deep breath, and took a very good look at her for the first time. Chantelle's areolas were pink and the size of a quarter. Her right nipple was very erect, the other just a little.

Letting out my breath, I brought the vibrator to the underside center of her left breast, saying "This might be a little cold at first, so don't jump!" Despite that, she gave a little shiver as I put the vibrator on her breast. I began to run it around her breast, moving it slowly toward the center. I soon reached her erect nipple, and ran the vibrator back and forth over it for a minute.

I shifted the vibrator to the other breast, again starting at the underside and working my way up. Before I even reached it, her left nipple was as erect as the right. "Now, so that you can compare to normal sex, I'm going to touch you as I use the vibrator. The combination can be much better than either alone." And while I continued to run the vibrator over her left nipple, I cupped her other breast and slowly slid my hand up. I took her nipple in my fingers, and rubbed over it and her areola. I switched sides, running the vibrator over her right nipple while I stroked her left breast.

After a minute of this, I had one more trick. I switched the vibrator and leaned over and took her right nipple in my mouth. Chantelle let out a breath, and reached out to put her hand behind my head. I licked around her nipple and then kissed across to the other breast. On that one, I licked one side of her nipple while I continued to hold the vibrator to the other side. Then I placed my mouth over that nipple and sucked in hard, pulling it deep into my mouth. I alternated sucking, licking, and vibrating like this for a few more minutes, and then leaned back. Chantelle's upper chest was flushed red, and she looked up at me. "What do you think?" I asked as I continued to play the vibrator across her breasts. I could tell that she was fidgeting, her legs moving slightly under the towel.

"Good." she said in a husky voice. "I like it so far."

"Great. So, are you ready for the next part of the lesson?"

She nodded hurriedly. "Definitely, I'm definitely ready."

"OK. I'm going to gradually work the vibrator down from your breasts. It's going to feel a little different at first, but at least now it's not cold!"

I continued to play with her nipple with my left hand while I began to work the vibrator down her body. I made half-circles under her breasts, then strokes towards her belly. With each stroke down, I let the vibrator push her towel out of the way on each side, like opening a robe. Reaching the bottom of her rib cage, I made circles on her belly. One side of the towel fell away, with the other side lying across her lap, just barely concealing her now. I thought I could smell her arousal as I continued to drift the vibrator up and down and around, gradually reaching further. Maybe it was my imagination. But I'd find out soon enough, the way things looked.

I lifted the vibrator up off her skin and ran it over her on top of the towel for a minute, down over her pubic area and the one thigh that was covered through the towel. Bringing it back up, I slid it under the last corner of the towel that was still covering her. I slowly pulled the towel away to reveal a small strip of pubic hair as I ran the vibrator over her skin again, down to the top of her hair. She was neatly trimmed, with hair running to the top of her slit. It looked like she was shaved further down, and I continued to look as I ran the vibrator over her hair, then out to the sides and down one thigh. I ran it back up the other leg, getting very close to her lips but not touching, and then down her thigh again. Her legs were still mostly together, and I pressed the vibrator slightly out to encourage them to open.

As she moved them a little wider, I ran the vibrator up her inner thighs, and finally over the sides of her lips. Her lips were puffy and a little red, with her inner lips peeking out. I thought I could see moisture glistening in her center, and I could definitely smell her scent now. I repeated this a few times, making a circle on the sides of her lips, on her thighs, and over the top. I gradually brought my other hand down over her belly to the top of her bikini line.

Still avoiding her clit, I placed the length of the vibrator against the length of her slit. Chantelle had been breathing in little gasps through much of this, but now I pressed a little, and she moaned softly. I started sliding the vibrator up and down, and angling it inward. This had the effect of starting to open her lips, getting the vibrator slick with her juices, and positioning the head right at her entrance.

As I ran the vibrator up and down, I began to gently rub with my other hand at the top of her slit. I slipped two fingers down her lips to the opening of her pussy, sliding them between her lips to discover that she was not just wet, but was soaking. Her clit peeked out and I ran my wet fingers back up to rub around it, bringing it all the way out of its sheathe. The vibrator was also getting slippery just from sliding between her lips, and when I finally brought the tip of it up and placed it by her clit, she moaned "Oh, God" as I held it there.

After a few more strokes up and down, I returned the vibrator to an angle where I could begin sliding it into her. I stroked her clit with the wet fingers of my left hand, and gradually worked the vibrator into her pussy with my right, stroking in and out, getting deeper each time. Not knowing quite what she liked, I didn't want to go too deep too fast, so I focused on keeping the vibrator shallow while getting it well-lubricated. After several strokes in, I pulled it out, and she first moaned "no" but then gave another husky "Oh..." when I ran it back up to clit.

As I moved the vibrator around, rubbing it over her clit along with my fingers, her breathing was becoming faster and faster. Could she be that close already? I wasn't ready for her to come yet. Keeping my fingers rubbing her clit, I ran the vibrator back up to her breasts, running over her nipples before returning to her wet opening. Dipping it in, I again ran it up her, repeating the process and getting her nipples wet with her own juices. After a final time, as I ran the vibrator back down to her pussy, I watched her bring one hand to her left breast, with her eyes half-lidded, and she rubbed her juices in and pinched her own nipple. Beautiful.

I began the sliding the vibrator deeper into her than I had before. Chantelle's eyes were closed now, but flickered open and she gasped as I pushed it in the last few inches. I began to move it in and out with deep strokes now, before pulling it out to lay it back against her clit. I rubbed over her whole slit, down almost as far as her anus. I pressed it back harder against her clit, and Chantelle began moaning more urgently, both hands now grasping her breasts, bucking her hips against it. Sensing that now was the time, I took the vibrator off her clit and slipped it back into her as deep as it would go. "Uh!" she grunted, and "yesss..." I then leaned close to her ear and whispered "One of the great things about a vibrator is that you can use it with someone as well as alone. Let me just show you one of the ways this can work with two."

With that, I moved my body down between her legs and put my mouth on her, keeping the vibrator moving in and out of her vagina. I sucked her clit between my lips and licked over it, lapping and then sucking for all I was worth. With my tongue on her clit, and the vibrator pushing into her, she pulled up her legs and then pulled my head in tight. In what seemed like just a few seconds, she exploded. Her thighs came together around my head and she convulsed as I continued to lick and hold the vibrator inside her.

She shuddered three or four times, thrashing around, until she finally released my head from her grip, pushing me away saying "Oh, no more, stop, stop." I kept my head down, giving her just an occasional gentle lick, while she recovered. Each lick elicited a new shiver, and I turned the vibrator low, but kept it inside her. Chantelle seemed content to lay there in bliss for a few minutes.

I didn't want to stop if she was really going to be able to go again soon. Keeping my hand on the vibrator to hold it buzzing gently in her, I crept up next to her to lay my head next to hers. "So what do you think?" I asked.

"That was worth the wait," she husked, still catching her breath. "And to think I can have that anytime!"

"Yes, you can. You have lots of experimenting to do while you practice your lessons at home. The mechanics won't be exactly the same without a partner, but close enough."

Lying on my side, I nuzzled down her neck as she lay there, eventually reaching her breast again. Her nipples had softened, but her upper chest was still red. I gave wide licks up the side of her breast, then from the underside up, ending at her areola. I continued to lick around her breast, moving towards the nipple, but never quite getting there. She put one hand behind my head and caressed the back of my head, encouraging me towards the center of her breast. Eventually, I placed my mouth over her whole areola and sucked gently, and I felt her nipple harden again. I went to move to the other breast, and was surprised to find that her other hand was there already, with her fingers playing gently with her other erect nipple. It had only been 5 minutes, and it looked like she was ready for a bit more stimulation again.

"I have a better way for you to use that hand. The next part of the lesson should be to learn to do this yourself." I looked up at her from her breast. I took my hand off the vibrator, which I was still holding inside her as it purred gently, and took her hand from her breast. Guiding it down her body, I brought it to the base of the vibrator. "Here, you be in charge. You can adjust the speed, and decide how to move it around."

With Chantelle's fingers under mine, we grasped the base of the vibrator and I turned it up a little. She continued turning it up, and it suddenly jumped into high gear. Chantelle gave a little squeak before she turned it back down. Then, still holding her hand, I pulled the vibrator most of the way out before pushing it back in. She got the idea, and began working it in and out. I took my hand off of hers, but kept it right there so that I could feel the vibrator sliding in and out. I reached up with my index finger and slowly rubbed her clit before returning it to the edge of her vagina.

God, this is awesome, don't let it be a dream. My cock was as hard as it had ever been in my shorts - every time we reached some new activity it seemed to grow - but I wasn't about to spoil the scene by turning my attention to it. Hopefully, waiting would eventually have its rewards.

With my hand still right on her pussy, after a few minutes Chantelle pulled the vibrator out of her and slid it up to her clit. She moved it around, finding a good spot, and when she did she gave a sigh and just held it there. Taking advantage of her vacant pussy, I slid two fingers into her. She was still very wet. I moved my fingers around until they were very wet too, then pulled them out and brought them up to her breasts. Entranced by feeling her working the vibrator in her pussy, I had neglected her breasts, but now I used my wet fingers to play with her nipples again. Her pungent scent, somehow different since her first orgasm, hit both of us as I smeared her juices on her nipple. I brought my mouth to her breast and licked it clean.

"Mmm, delicious." I whispered, and winked up at her. She just kind of looked at me, her eyes a little glazed and her attention obviously elsewhere, as she worked the vibrator in and around her pussy. I repeated my trip south once more, sliding my fingers into her, and bringing them back up. This time, I brought my fingers directly to my lips as I looked into her eyes, and then, daringly, brought one finger to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. "You are so turned on." She nodded jerkily, still concentrating on moving the vibrator around and getting those sensations from her pussy and clit.

Wanting to watch her, and to let her have both hands free, I sat up and then slid a little further down next to her so that she wasn't holding me. Things had gotten quite warm, so I pulled my shirt off, sitting against her just in my shorts. I leaned over, right next to her hips, where I could watch her fingers and vibrator on her pussy. Chantelle's hand, no longer trapped under me, drifted to her breast and she rubbed over it, moving to the center to pinch her nipple. She then slid her hand down over her belly, past her belly button, and through her landing strip. She rubbed around her clit and then moved even further down to get her fingers wet. I was close enough to watch her dip into her vagina and then pull a wet finger back up to rub over her clit. With her other hand, she slid the vibrator back into her. After a few strokes, she pulled the vibrator out again and laid it on her clit while her other hand went back to her vagina. I could again see her fingers sliding in and her hands alternately pushing the vibrator on her clit and moving it nearby. Her breath started coming faster and faster as she held the vibrator deep inside for a minute while she rubbed her fingers on herself, and then pulled it out to hold the slippery object tight against the length of her slit.

I had leaned in as I watching, unable to resist getting the best view I could of this very personal act. Chantelle wasn't just masturbating, but was masturbating with a new toy and with my face just a foot away from her wet pussy. Her scent was intoxicating, but I resisted the urge to taste her again, concentrating instead on just memorizing every detail of what I was seeing. Her very wet slit was deep red, her lips were fully engorged and puffy, and her clit was visible under her fingers and the vibrator as she rubbed it. I did reach back up to play with one breast as I kept my eyes on the vibrator. Her nipple was rock hard as I played with it, while she was turning and moving the vibrator all over to get different sensations.

Looking up at Chantelle's face, her eyes were closed again as the rubbed her fingers and the vibrator around her clit. With her breath still getting faster and faster, she slid the vibrator into her wet pussy one last time, as deep as before, and turned it up as high as it would go. She held it there with her left hand, her right hand covering her clit and her fingers reaching down to where the vibrator was in her, transferring the vibrations from it to her hand. She was making little "ah - hnh - hnh - huh" noises in her throat and nose, almost squeaking, as her orgasm built. Her hand became frantic on her clit, and then she spasmed, her legs straightening, then contracting, as she burst out "Oh! Oh - oooh." Her legs clenched around her hands and the vibrator, and she rolled onto her side as she thrashed, bringing her leg over to capture her hands tight on her pussy. Holding her hands still there, she slowed, giving a shudder, clenching, and giving a shudder again, spasming several times.

Finally, Chantelle loosened up her legs just enough to begin pulling her hand with the vibrator out. As it slid out of her pussy, she gave one more shudder and moan, and then let it fall to the bed. Her other hand was still in the crack of her legs, and I could just see her fingers were pressed against her mound. I reached out and took the vibrator, turning it off. I put my hand on her hip, rubbing very gently, on her hip, thigh, and the side of her buttock. Gradually, her breathing slowed, and she pulled her hand from between her legs.

"Wow," I said. "That was beautiful."

Chantelle looked at me, and at her hand, stretching her sticky fingers.




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 01



"How was it for you?" I asked, and she burst out laughing.

"It was awesome. I DEFINITELY like the toy you bought me!"

"It sure looked good for you from here."

Looking sheepish, Chantelle took in the fact that my head was still just a couple of feet from her pussy. "You probably had a quite a good look."

"I did, and like I said, it was beautiful!"

"Something I didn't know about you - do you like to watch?"

"Yeah, I do. I love the way you feel and look, and I think you love it too, so I love to watch you doing it."

I thought for a second. "I really haven't gotten to watch a girl that many times. It was all I could do not to dive in. But it was really important for the lesson." I grinned. "Remember, we are having lessons here, you know."

She sighed. "I think we're a little past the lesson now. But I'm glad we had it!"

"Still nervous? Think you'll have any trouble remembering what to do for homework when I'm not here?"

"No, I don't think so. Once you got me going, no problem."

"I told you! And I'm sure you'll be able to have some good thoughts to get you going again."

She laughed again. "I'm sure I will! Did you know that I like to watch too?"

"Watch men get off? No, I didn't know."

"Mostly men, but women are pretty too. Remember my high school friends?"

"Yes."

"I watched them together once. We were hanging out, it was late and we were pretty drunk. I fell asleep. But then I woke up. They'd covered me with a blanket. They must have thought I was totally passed out, because they were going at it on the couch in the same room."

"What were they doing?"

"They were on the couch in a 69, actually, not quite naked, but enough that I got a good view. I just stayed still and watched."

"Cool!"

"Yes it was!" Chantelle laughed. "I was happy they'd covered me with a blanket. I got off while they were doing it, watching them. I kept my eyes mostly closed so they wouldn't see me, and they were lost in what they were doing. At one point I thought my one friend kind of looked my way, but I'm not sure, and they didn't stop."

"You didn't go over to get in on the action?"

"That would be your fantasy, wouldn't it! I wasn't sure then that I wanted to. And neither one had ever come on to me, so I wasn't sure it would go over well even if I tried."

"Probably smart. At least you got to watch. You like seeing guys too?"

"Yeah, you're all so cute when you come; your faces always get so serious just before the end. I've only watched solo a couple of times, though."

"Well maybe you need some other lessons in that, too. Just on 'how to watch.'"

"I don't think I'll need a lesson in that!"

"We'll see, we'll see. It depends if you need to learn to keep your hands off. Something to work on."



Teaching Chantelle Ch. 02



[MF, Toys and Masturbation, Anal]

Tag: Chantelle's vibrator play turns anal... with a twist

This is Chapter 2 of "Teaching Chantelle." It picks up right where Chapter 1 left off, so if you're interested in the story, you should probably read the previous chapter.

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Having just helped her come with a vibrator for the first time ever, I lay on the bed next to Chantelle for a bit, relaxing while she was still catching her breath. My shorts were still on, and she was completely naked. After a minute, I reached out and started playing with her breasts again. "Hey," she said, "hands off!" But she didn't move my hands away.

"I was just wondering what else I needed to teach you." I said. "You've done a pretty good job so far, but what else do you want to know? Or are you ready to practice again?"

"Thanks, not quite yet," she said. "I still need to recover." She looked down, reached out and gently grabbed my package through my shorts. "I was thinking you might need some help yourself, though. You've been a very good teacher. But I see the educational process has gotten you a bit excited."

Looking down, I saw that I actually had a small wet spot that had made it through my shorts.

Oops. "Wow, that doesn't usually happen." I said.

"Something about an hour of foreplay while you are still partly dressed?" she grinned at me.

"Maybe." I remarked. "But remember, this is all about helping you." I turned mock-serious. "Ms. Jones, as your teacher I want to be sure you have learned everything you want to about your new toys. As a teacher, it's my responsibility to ensure your education. And as an educated professional, I know how to take care of this other problem along the way. So before turning to that, what else would you like to know about? Remember, there is no question too dumb, or scenario too kinky, to ask about. This is a professional, student-oriented program."

"Hmm," she said, "such the dedicated educator." Her eyes roamed around, taking in the vibrator on the bed between us, the obvious bulge in my shorts, the bottle of lube on the side table, and the other vibrator. When she looked at it, she paused.  

"You know, I was wondering a little about the other one. How does it feel?"

I picked it up. "Well, it probably feels like the first one, but it's a little smaller. Maybe the vibration is a little more concentrated, but you know, well, it's smaller, so it's probably just not as filling..."

Chantelle was shaking her head. "That's not what I meant. What I want to know is, what does it feel like on you? What if I want to use it on a guy? I mean, you were talking about it being, you know, in you? I want to know about that." She was shooting me little glances as she said this. But as she did, I could see a blush creeping up her face. Even after all this, she didn't want to come out and say it.

"So, you want to talk about using it anally?"

She took a deep breath, and this time she looked me square in the eye as she said "Yes, I do."

Maybe I could turn this into something good for me too. "Sounds like another lesson. I'm happy to help. Let me think." I reached over and picked up the smaller vibrator, and turned it on. Its buzzing filled the air as I turned it over in my hand. "Hmm, well, let me tell you a little more." I ran it down over my chest, and actually over my hard on inside my shorts, and then I handed it to her. She repeated the motions, running it over my chest and down. She actually teased me by reaching it around and pushing it against my butt. She brought it back around and held it against the front of my shorts while I talked.

"I don't remember the first time my girlfriend used it on me. The sensations are kind of nice inside, the key is just to use lots of lube. And I've never been able to get off just from the vibrator alone. But as part of playing, it's really good. There just needs to be some warm-up. And go slow. Just like anal sex with you." I told her a little more about how my girlfriend had given me a blow job while sliding a vibrator into my ass, and about how good it felt.

We lay there together for a minute, Chantelle thinking about it, and looking down at me while she ran the vibrator over my shorts. Then she spoke quietly. "Can you show me?"

Now it was time for my face to turn red. I pretended I had to think about it. "Um, OK. It's just a different lesson, right?" She nodded. "I think I can. But, I need to get naked."

"That's OK, I showed you mine, so now you show me yours."

"Just like 4 year olds playing doctor?"

She laughed. "Yes, just like that. Here, let me help you off with that." She reached to my waist with two hands and unbuttoned my shorts. She began to push them down, and I raised my hips to help her slide them off. After all the ups and downs of the past hour, my cock was tangled up in my briefs, and I had to reach down and free it. But in a second, my shorts lay on the floor, and I was lying next to Chantelle, my erection sticking up against my belly.

I put one hand on Chantelle's hip. Now that we were lying there naked, I was almost overcome with the urge to just roll her over and climb on. But that wasn't part of the deal. Chantelle looked down at me, though, and brought her hand to grasp my cock. She slid her hand up the length of my shaft, squeezing, and then she then ran her fingertip over the head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum she had squeezed out of it. She locked eyes with me as she brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth. "Mm, tastes good too."

She then sat up, and moved to the edge of the bed. "OK, my turn to ask the questions. Lie down on your back." I did as asked, and she moved to sit almost like I had, on the edge of the bed, at my waist. "So, Mr. Jackson, you've used a vibrator like this one before?" She held up the smaller vibrator.

"Yes, a lot like that."

"Have you used one like the other one, or is it too big?"

"Well, sometimes, maybe, but the smaller one is a little easier."

"OK, and is it good when I do this?" She ran it over my nipples.

"Well, it's OK, but boy nipples just aren't the same as girl nipples. At least, mine aren't."

"Hmm. Well, how about this." And she moved the vibrator down to my cock, running the vibrating end over the shaft of my cock, then holding it against the head.

"Ah!" I said, jumping a little. "It's OK, but a little intense just on that spot."

"Sorry," she said, running it back up and down my cock, and down over my balls. I just lay there and let her have her way. She watched the vibrator, occasionally glancing at my face. After a minute, she asked "Am I doing it right? This doesn't seem to be doing much for you."

"Well, like I said, it's different. Think about the shape, it's really meant to be inside something."

"Yes, I guess you're right." She looked at me. "So, like I said, can you show me?"

"Well, I can probably only show you so much, without help, but I can get you started here." I thought for a second. "I think there are probably 3 positions I've done this in. Do you really want to see this?"

"Oh, yea," said Chantelle quietly.

"OK, this is your lesson. I suppose the first way you could do it is lying on your side." I rolled over so I was on my left side, with my back to Chantelle. I slid over more on the bed to make room. "Here, lay down behind me, and give me your hand." She lay down, almost like we were spooning. I reached back over and took her hand holding the vibrator, and guided it down until the vibrator was at the bottom of my ass, just behind my balls. "You need to get the spot and the angle right, but you could then just kind of slide it in." She pushed up with the vibrator. "Wait, wait, not now! It only works if the vibrator and everything is ready, remember?"

"Sorry." she said. "You know, holding it like this, I almost feel like I'm fucking you from behind."

I laughed. "Well, what do you think you're doing? That's exactly what you are doing. If you had those strap-ons we saw, that's exactly it even more!"

"Oh, OK. So, you said this was the first way?"

"Yup. I've probably done it this other way more often. " I moved away from her, and lay on my back. I rotated so she was down towards my feet, and then I spread my legs, and pulled my knees up a bit. Chantelle was now sitting between my legs, I imagine with a pretty good view. Well, I'd seen every inch of her too. "If you take the vibrator and put it under," she brought her hand with the vibrator down to position it underneath me, "you can put it in this way too. My one girlfriend really liked it this way while she was going down on me. And you can kind of work up to the vibrator this way - start with some oral, use your fingers, then add the vibrator. Might be a good way to start. Just watch the angle, if you go in wrong and it hits something, it can be a little uncomfortable. So go slow, and let him adjust if he needs to."

"I still can't really see what I'm doing."

"Here, try a couple of things. One way is to do it by feel. Just go a little farther than you did before." With that, Chantelle reached down and ran her hand over my balls, down under to where her hand was touching my ass. She felt around, sliding her finger up the crack of my ass, stopping when she put her finger on my anus. I jumped.

"Oh!" I said. "Just like that. With some lube, we'd be good to go. But also, this might help you see a little more if you want to." I pulled my legs up farther, almost pulling them off the bed, exposing my ass more. She stared down at me, and I could imagine she could almost see underneath. Her finger was still on my anus, and I felt her rub around it. "OK, good, after you get the hang of it, you can just do it by feel."

"Got it." She said. "Slippery, oral, good to go!"

"There's one more way you could do it. It's the most basic, but also the most, um, exposing? So I don't know that it's how you'd do it the first time, it depends on the guy. That's doing it doggie-style. Just picture it. You can imagine."

Chantelle took a deep breath, and took her hand from underneath my ass. "No, it's my lesson. Show me. Please. I want to see it." Chantelle's voice dropped, and something in it was almost pleading when she said this.

"Are you sure? This is pretty, um, well, you're definitely going to see a lot." She nodded, flushed, shifting her eyes on my face now. "OK, I need to move one more time."

Chantelle scooted back. With that, I rolled over onto my stomach, then slowly got on my hands and knees, with my ass pointing towards her. I heard her catch her breath, and felt her shift on the bed. Not sure what was going on - this was just a demo, after all - I just stayed still. I swear I could feel her eyes on my backside, then felt the bed shift again as she moved closer. I felt her hand on the top of my ass, and then I felt her pull my cheeks open. Then she was still again. I knew she was looking at places that no one had ever looked at for that long. "Hey, you OK back there?"

"Yes." she almost sputtered. "It's just... I've never been able to just look like this."

Putting my head on the bed for balance, I reached back with one hand and pulled open the other butt cheek. I was totally exposed, and I had no doubt she could see everything there was to see. She made a small sound. "It's OK, dirty girl, look all you want. It's your lesson, it's all yours."

I heard her breathing heavily as she stared. She shifted on the bed, putting her left hand underneath me, grasping my very hard cock, then slid her right hand back up over my balls and onto my ass. She stroked along the sides of my crack, avoiding my anus until she got close and finally slid her finger over it. She traced the crack of my ass up to the top, then back down over my anus, all the way over the ridge between my balls and asshole. Her other hand was motionless on my cock as she rubbed all over my ass. Eventually I felt her finger back on my anus, pushing tentatively. I murmured, "Chantelle, you really need some lube if you want to play. Go ahead."

Glancing back, I saw that she was flushed again. "I... I... really want to do you like this."

"It's OK, I'm not going anywhere." With that, she reached over for the bottle of lube and squeezed some out onto her finger. She brought it back up to my ass and began to rub it into my anus. "Mmm," I moaned a little to encourage her.

She squeezed a little more lube out, and continued rubbing. Now that she had the lube, she definitely knew how to get it ready. She circled my asshole, and slowly began pushing her finger in, very tentatively. "Is this OK?"

"More than OK, go ahead." I was almost panting with excitement, and I could feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock. I pushed back a little, feeling her respond by pushing a little more, and then I had to consciously relax to let her in. I could feel her finger penetrate me, first to one knuckle, then on until I felt her hand on my butt. I assumed her whole index finger was in now. "Oh, God, that does feel good." I gasped.

She pulled out some, and then pushed back in. "Maybe a little more lube." This time, she squirted it right on my ass where her finger was going in, and worked the lube around as she was working my ass.

"Better?" she said.

"Ooh, mmm, just take your time, I'm in no rush to go anywhere."

Chantelle started wiggling her finger, moving it all around inside me. I could sense her watching as I pushed back against her, trying to get her deeper in. My cock was dangling underneath me, rock hard. After a minute, with her finger still playing in my ass, she reached under me and rubbed my cock a few times. She ran her fingers over my head, and then brought her hand around to my mouth. She fed me two fingers, and I sucked them in, tasting myself.

I can't believe this is happening. Here I was, with two of Chantelle's fingers in my mouth and one in my ass, after all this time. I swirled my tongue all around her fingers, then she withdrew and moved back down towards my cock again. She continued to finger me, and reached under to continue stroking my cock and balls. I kept pushing back, trying to get more until she finally pushed back with both hands and said, "You know, I can't go in any further!"

With that, I sensed her reach down and pick up the vibrator. She brought it under me and held it against my cock, still keeping her finger in my ass. "But maybe that means you're ready?"

"Mmm, I think so."

Chantelle pulled her finger from my bottom. After what felt like it must have been 10 minutes with her finger in me, I felt empty. Glancing back, I could see Chantelle pick up the lube in one hand and squirt it over the vibrator in the other. She spread it around with one finger, then she glanced up at me.

"So are you really, really, ready?" She asked, smiling.

"Yes, damnit!" I replied. "I'm ready! Go ahead! Please!"

I felt her place the vibrator by my anus. I felt more lube squirt on my ass, I could feel more of it drip down my crack. My legs were trembling. Then I felt the end of the vibrator start to push in. It was a bit bigger than her finger, and she asked "What do I need to do, oh mighty teacher?"

"Just - push - gently... Oh! Move it around... Now let me... push back..."

She pulled out, letting some more lube drip onto my anus, and then put a little more pressure. I felt my ass starting to open, and I started to push back. "Just hold it - there," I tried to relax, and pushed back. Suddenly I felt the first two inches slide in. "UH," I moaned, and was very still for a few seconds while my body adjusted to the intrusion. Chantelle moved the vibrator around, very slowly, then pulled it out a little, and resumed her inward push.

"God, this is so hot," she whispered. "Watching it go in."

"Unh huh." I gasped, still pushing back and trying to relax. There were a few inches in. Then it hit something. "Ooh, you need to angle it differently." I reached back and took her hand, moving it up to aim the vibrator in my ass so it wouldn't bottom out. Slowly, slowly, we worked it in, me pushing back, Chantelle sliding it out, then back in, until I felt the base of the vibrator touch my ass.

"It's in all the way," she whispered.

"I know. I can feel it."

"How does it feel?"

"It's... I'm full."

Chantelle slid it out some, then back in quickly. "No," I muttered. "Oh... just keep it in." She started playing with the speed of the vibration, and pushing and wiggling the vibrator in my ass. "Oh, that's it, that's it."

Holding the vibrator in one hand, Chantelle slipped one hand underneath me to my erection. She clearly had gotten a lot of lube on her hand, as her hand just slid along my shaft as she started to stroke me. "How's that?"

"Oh, God, even better." She continued to stroke me as she played with the vibrator in my ass. As I loosened up, she was able to more easily slide the vibrator in and out of me. She began timing its penetration to her strokes up and down my penis. And when she was in all the way, she'd kind of wiggle it around. "Oh, yah, like that," I panted.

After only a minute or two, the sensations were getting intense, and I could feel my orgasm almost overtake me. I almost fell over doing it, but I had to reach down and grab her wrist. "No, stop, wait, please, slow down, slow down." She got the hint and just held my penis still.

It still felt incredibly good, but I wanted this to last. And I wanted to touch her again too. "Wait, let me lie down." She took her hand off my cock, and I rolled to my side, then onto my back, being sure the vibrator didn't fall out. I reached out and could reach her thigh, but no farther. "Here, move up a little."

Chantelle shifted so that she was lying on her side, kind of across my leg so she could reach the vibrator and my cock again. She put a little more lube on her hand and returned it to my shaft, taking the vibrator with her other hand. She ran her hand down over my balls, and back up. Closing my eyes, I could imagine that all she could see now would be a little bit of the vibrator emerging from my ass.

Chantelle was close enough now that I could reach out and run my hand up her thigh to her pussy. She propped one leg up, and I was amazed to find that she opened easily to my touch. She was warm, and wet, her juices running freely again.

"God, you are wet again." She shivered as I ran a finger through her lips, dipping a little into her.

"Mmm. I'm not surprised. It's the lesson."

We lay like this for a few minutes, my hand playing in her pussy, while she stroked my penis and played with the vibrator inside me. She found she was able to take both hands off the vibrator, keeping it pushed against the bed, and use two hands on me, sometimes both on my shaft, sometimes one on my balls. I alternated between looking at her very wet pussy and down at her, where she seemed to be focused on my cock, and looking at the vibrator where it was inside me. She gripped it and slid a little bit in and out, but couldn't get much motion because I was lying on it.

"I can't really slide it in and out in this position." She told me.

"Uh... It's OK. Really. Just like that is good, just keep it in." The vibrator was pushed all the way in, vibrating against me inside, and it felt great. Chantelle returned her attention to my cock and balls.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. "Oh, I'm so close," I muttered. "Just a little more."

"I want to watch you come." Chantelle said. I lifted my hips a little, thrusting through her hand, and she grabbed the vibrator, sliding it out a bit and back in. She began stroking my cock faster.

"Ohh!" I said, and she pulled the vibrator out further before pushing it fast back in. I pushed down on the bed, then lifted myself back up again for her to slide it out a little. "Ah.. Noo... Mm. Yes!" I pushed back down on the bed one final time, forcing the vibrator back as deep as it would go while she stroked me, and then I erupted. Jet after jet of come shot from my cock as I wriggled on the vibrator trapped inside me. Chantelle had me pointed upward, and my come splashed down on my belly and chest, and on her hand as she milked me. My hips bucked, my ass trying to push the vibrator out, my hips simultaneously pushing down on it to keep it in. I don't know how many times I squirted, the spurts getting smaller, as Chantelle continued to forcefully stroke my cock until I couldn't take it.




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 02



"Oh, god... Oh, stop, stop," I reached down and grabbed her hand. "No more, please!" I rolled to my side, almost in a fetal position, and held her hand and moved it up very slowly one more time, squeezing the last little bit of come out of me. I collapsed back to the bed. She had let go of the vibrator as I rolled around, but now reached around me to grasp it from behind. Feeling her take hold of it, I reached back to grab her hand on the vibrator. "Oo, need to.. Oh.. take it out." Together we pulled it out, dropping it to the bed behind me. "Ah!" I murmured as it exited my ass, leaving me empty, but I had tightened up and couldn't keep it in any longer.

Rolling onto my back, I tried to catch my breath. Chantelle still had her hand lightly on my cock, and I pulled it off with one final stroke up. She brought her hand to my belly and ran her finger through a patch of come. "Mmm," she said, bringing her finger to her lips. She then leaned over me and ran her tongue through first one of the puddles of come on my chest, then through another on my belly, getting a good taste. She moved down and put the head of my softening penis in her mouth, giving it just one small swirl and running her tongue over the head. Then she jumped up and went to the bathroom, returning shortly with a couple of wet washcloths.

"You need a little help here." She proceeded to wipe all the come off my belly, then wiped off my penis. She finished by reaching under me and wiping off my ass. I pushed up a little to give her access to get to my now-sensitive asshole. Dropping the washcloths to the floor, Chantelle lay back down next to me, propped up on one arm and looking at me.

"Nice job learning the lesson," I said.

"Do I get an A?" she teased.

"What do YOU think?" I reached out and put my hand on her hip while we talked.

"You seemed to like it. You looked pretty amazing."

"That was really good. I can't do it that way every time, but that was awesome."

"I loved watching your face. And I loved watching the vibrator too. I can't believe how hot it was to see!"

"Glad you liked it, happy to oblige. Now you know even more that you like to watch."

"The playing helped, too."

As we were talking and I caught my breath, I ran my hand up her body to her breast, and caressed it. Her nipple, which was not totally soft to begin with, hardened further. I gave it a tweak. "Mmm." She said. "I did get hot."

"I know. We'll take care of that, don't worry."

"But that won't be fair, I've already come a couple of times, and you only did once!"

"That's because I'm the teacher. And you can have a lot, I can't. Don't worry about me. Right now, I'm in no shape for a little bit." I glanced pointedly down at my softened penis. She looked too, and laughed.

"Oh, does the little one need a little nappy-poo?"

"Shut up!" I said in mock anger, and tweaked her nipple again.

"Ooh!" she squealed, laughing. I kind of tackled her, kind of pulled her, towards me, reaching down and grabbing her hip and pulling her close to me. She threw her leg over me, pressing up against my thigh. "OOooh" she squealed again, but softer, as her pussy came into contact with my leg. I could feel wetness on my leg where she was pressed against me.

"Mm, I forgot how wet you were," I whispered, and started moving my leg against her, or maybe it was her moving against my leg. Either way, the mock argument was forgotten, and the expression on her face changed as she started to rock her pussy against my leg. I rolled back over so that she was on top of me, straddling one leg and with her head on my shoulder. I kissed her forehead, and we continued to talk as she rubbed. I put my hand on her ass, helping her press against me. "So is there anything else you want to know?"

She thought, trying to keep some concentration as she moved slowly. "Is that a good size vibrator? For you, I mean?"

"Yea, it was. Why, were you thinking of something bigger? Smaller?"

"Just wondering if that's all I need when I get home."

"You're probably OK, just use your fingers first." I slid my hand down the crack of her ass. I hadn't touched her ass before, but now I let my fingers do the walking as part of the conversation. "Remember, this," I touched her rosebud "has no lube of its own." She jumped when I touched her. I moved my hand back up. "Did you want to use the bigger one?"

"You said you can take it?"

"Maybe sometimes, but not today, dear."

"Are you sure? That would be even more, um, interesting. Mm, this feels nice." She was continuing to rock against me.

I could tell the idea of a bigger vibrator in my ass was something intriguing to her. "You really seemed to like looking and watching it."

"Mm, hmm. I don't know why, it was just so hot! But you like to watch too, so you should understand."

"Yes, I guess, I do." Chantelle was starting to press against me a little harder. I didn't want this to end, though.

"Actually, you know, I was wondering something. Can I ask a favor?" I asked. "I know I'm here to be the teacher, but along those lines, um, you know how you liked to look, I was wondering if, um, could I look too?" I gave her ass a squeeze and ran my fingers down her crack so she'd get the idea of what I wanted to look at.

"Oh, is this the ass-man coming out?"

"The female buttocks are a work of art," I intoned. "Lovely, like a pretty flower. No class would be complete without an artistic impression of them." Chantelle looked at me like I was nuts. "Ok, well, actually, it's just that I love your butt too."

"Hmm, I think one good turn deserves another. You showed me yours, so..." Chantelle pushed up on her hands and knees over me, then swung off and around so her ass was pointing in my direction. "Like that?"

I took a deep breath, staring at her from behind. I slid back so that my head and shoulders were raised on the pillows at the head of the bed. "Scoot back." She slid back some towards me. "Closer." Her ass was just a couple of inches away, and I could almost see what I wanted. I reached out and caressed her butt check, then pulled it to one side.

"Ooh, now who's dirty!" Chantelle said. But I heard her take a deep breath, and she lowered her head further, arching her back so that her ass was completely displayed. Now I could see her fully, her asshole just above her glistening slit. It was pink, and puckered, and beautiful. Her whole vulva was slick from rubbing against me, and I could see her clit protruding at the bottom. "God, every part of you is beautiful, Chantelle." She was glistening, and I swear I could see her becoming wetter as I stared into the crack of her ass.

I just stared, mesmerized, trying to memorize every detail of Chantelle as she was open to my gaze.

"Do you like looking?" she said quietly.

"Oh, God, yes." I whispered.

"At my ass?" she whispered, holding very still.

"At your ass. Oh, just let me look." I hadn't really been able to just stare this up-close-and-personal for so long. I swear that I just looked for 5 minutes, although I'm sure it was much less.

Chantelle was mainly just staying still, letting me look. At one point, she reached back with one hand and ran it down the crack of her ass and over her asshole in passing, as if verifying what I was really looking at. After a couple of minutes, Chantelle murmured "I need to do something." She pressed her head to my legs to take the weight off her right hand, which she brought back under her between her legs. She ran her index finger along her slit and at the entrance to her vagina, then pulled it out and began rubbing her clit. "Keep looking."

I watched, mesmerized. She began to alternately push 1, then 2, fingers into her pussy, then pulled them out to rub her clit. I caught my breath when she slid her middle finger as deep as it would go into her, and she moaned. I could see her lips clenching around her finger, her asshole clenching too.

"God, it's beautiful." I murmured again. I could smell her. "Chantelle, please, I want to taste you." She pushed her finger back into her pussy, then stuck it out towards me. I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around before she pulled it back to her pussy.

Chantelle's pretty asshole was calling me as she masturbated right in front of me. Still watching her ass, I knew I had one last opportunity I couldn't pass up.

"Slide back over me more." I pulled her body back toward me, and she moved her leg across me. She got the idea, and got on top of me like we were going to get into a 69. "Keep going." Chantelle's pussy and ass were now even closer to my face, and my penis (now fully erect again) was right by her head as well. I watched her pull her finger out of her pussy to move to her clit, and I leaned in, pressing my tongue in where her finger had been. She gave a moan as I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, then pulled it out and licked down to her clit and her fingers. I stuck my tongue back in her as deep as I could, and pulled it out, but this time I began to lick up towards her ass.

I licked from her pussy up the side, past her anus, around the top, then back down the other side. I circled her asshole again with my tongue, then dipped it back in her pussy and down to her clit. I moved back up, and circled her small, pink anus again. Chantelle had gone nearly rigid above me, as if she was anticipating -- something. Her hand was now very still, just holding her pussy; she seemed to have forgotten about rubbing her clit. I circled her asshole with my tongue once more, then finally licked her very lightly right on her anus. She gave out a little explosive breath, and then I started to go to town on her. I licked over her asshole, making my tongue flat and giving the whole area a bath. I licked down and over her pussy, then back up, running my tongue over and over her ass, making everything I could see as wet as I could get it.

Dipping down, I slid my tongue deep into her pussy, savoring the warmth, and wetness, and flavor, and then I moved my tongue back to her ass. I made it as small and hard as I could, and started to try to press into her tight ring. Her ass had a slightly musky flavor as I got the tip in, a contrast to the tang of her other juices.

Chantelle's hand, which had been playing with her pussy earlier, had gone down to the bed to support her. Since the job was clearly now mine, I continued to go to work on her beautiful pussy and asshole. I licked all the way down to her clit, then gave her a long lick back to her asshole. She began pressing back against me when I licked her ass. I kept my tongue as hard as I could, and began trying to force it in when she pushed back against me. I could occasionally feel her ass clench as I licked, and although I couldn't get as deep as a finger, her ass did open up enough that I felt like I was in at least a little. I'd never had a girlfriend let me do this before, let alone enjoy it, and Chantelle was clearly trying to get more.

As I was doing this, I felt something warm and wet envelop my cock, which was ready, hard from watching, and from Chantelle's scents and tastes. Now, a 69 sometimes doesn't work if people are the wrong height, but Chantelle was shorter than me so she could take me in her mouth while her ass was just at the right spot for me to have access. I don't know how she managed to keep any focus on me while I was doing her, but she did. She swirled her tongue around my head, and sucked me deep in. I don't know if it was deep-throating, but I felt her mouth all the way at the base of my penis before she pulled up again. She managed to get one hand around my leg and under to my balls, which she fondled as she sucked on my cock.

Reaching under Chantelle, I rubbed her breasts as I continued to eat her. The angle wasn't very good for this, although her nipples were rock hard, so I gave that up in favor of pulling up a hand to her pussy. As I kept my tongue on her asshole, I used my hand to massage her clit, and slid one finger, then two, into her pussy. Chantelle moaned as I added the second finger. She was tight, and I decided not to go for three. Then I switched, licking down to her clit while I brought my fingers up to her ass. I rubbed around her asshole, then started to slide a finger in.

"Mmph!" she said around my dick.

"Just relax," I whispered.

She released my penis from her mouth long enough to murmur "It's OK, just a surprise."

"Lots of surprises today," I said. She took me back into her mouth, and I continued pressing into her ass while licking around my finger. She was so wet from my tongue, and my finger was so wet from her juices, that it slid in easily. Almost instantly I was up to the second knuckle. I began wiggling my finger around, like she had done to me, while I put my tongue in her pussy. It was a tight squeeze to fit my tongue, fingers, and face all there, but I managed. Chantelle was pushing back harder against my finger every time I pulled out, so I decided to try two. I pulled all the way out, then slowly pushed my index and middle fingers together into her.

"Oh, yesss..." she whispered, pushing back. It was a tight fight, just like her pussy, but there was no strong resistance. She was completely relaxed and receptive. I moved my fingers in and out of her ass, continuing to lick her pussy and clit. She was making little noises deep in her throat, and her mouth was moving only slowly on my cock. That was good, because I could have come with just a few more good strokes.

I could sense Chantelle's orgasm building. She was pushing back hard onto my fingers, and her breaths were becoming faster. I wanted her to come with my tongue on her ass, and I gave a final thrust and then took out my fingers from her hole, replacing them immediately with my tongue. I almost came from the sensation of soft skin on my tongue, the feeling of actually being in her. I brought my other hand up to her clit and rubbed as fast as I could.

Chantelle went wild, pushing back on my hands and tongue, and at the same time sucked my cock deep into her throat. It was too much for me, and I exploded into her mouth. With that, she came too, moaning and thrashing as I tried to keep my tongue in her ass. She clenched around me, but somehow kept my cock in her mouth. It was a good thing I'd come earlier, or I would have choked her, because I came hard. As it was some come leaked out of her mouth as she moaned and swallowed and wiggled. I didn't mind -- this was mostly about her and her beautiful ass -- but after she came down from her high, I could feel her tongue licking to try to get the last drops.

I took a last few licks up Chantelle's slit from clit to asshole, then rolled her off of me and switched around. I couldn't help it -- I kissed her hard, for the first time, and I could taste my come in her mouth. She was clearly tasting herself on me too, and she licked around my mouth, cleaning me up there, too.

We lay there, catching our breath. "Well, that wasn't about learning to use your vibrator, but I'd still call it educational."

"God yes. I think maybe I'll try it again sometime."

"Great idea. And thanks for letting me look."

"If it leads to something like that, anytime, baby. No one's ever done that to me before."

"Mm, I'll do it again, anytime. You just let me know if you need it. Another special fantasy, I guess."

"Not bad, though."

"Glad you liked it. And thank you!"

"No problem, that good turn definitely deserved another."

Cuddled up, we started to drift off for a short nap. Just before I went dead to the world, I heard Chantelle murmur "Now, I wonder what else we might need lessons on?"

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Teaching Chantelle Ch. 03



[MMF, Anal]

tag: I get together with Chantelle and Tom

The story to now: My friend Chantelle and I had a lot of sexual conversations over a couple of years during work trips (see the Prologue). She had a great sex drive and was very open-minded, but for some reason didn't own a vibrator. She moved away with her boyfriend Tom, but during one return visit, her complaint about his absence led us to stop at an adult store and buy her a vibrator for the first time. Even with all her experience, Chantelle said she was a little nervous about using it, and I turned that nervousness into a chance to teach her how to use it (Chapter 1). In turn, she learned to use it on me, and we ended up in a great 69 (Chapter 2). That was the only time Chantelle and I ever got together, and it was over a year ago.

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"I understand I owe you some thanks," said Tom as started to grab a scoop of nachos from the plate in the middle of the table.

"Really?" I looked at him quizzically. "For what?"

He glanced around the restaurant, then leaned in close. "For Chantelle's vibrator."

I felt the blood drain from my face, and I choked.

As Tom pounded my back and the folks at the next table looked on, I thought about what might have led to that comment. My good friend Chantelle had moved to the southwest with Tom more than two years ago. Although Chantelle came back for occasional visits, they were usually pretty short. But on her last visit a year ago, we had a major encounter where I bought her a vibrator and taught her to use it.

Chantelle and Tom had invited me to dinner tonight while they were back visiting again. It was only the second time I'd really been out with them. Two days ago, Chantelle had stopped in my office with Tom to tell me she was back in town, and I had suggested we all go grab a beer. One beer became 3 or 4, followed by a few games of pool, and a lot of good conversation. I was pretty nervous at first, since the last time I'd seen Chantelle we ended up in a 69, and I assumed Tom didn't know about it. I tried to keep my mind off that while we were at the bar, and it really was great to see Chantelle. I was surprised at how well Tom and I hit it off, too. All we really had in common was Chantelle, but apparently that was enough.

To my surprise, Chantelle had called me at work again yesterday, said that Tom had really enjoyed our night out, and asked me if I'd like to have dinner with them.

I barely had to think about it. "Sure, I have no plans. Actually, I'm flying solo at home because everyone else is out of town for the long weekend. I'd be happy to. We didn't get enough time to talk yesterday. Although Tom will be there, so I'll still have to keep it clean. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know what I mean?" Chantelle laughed: she was one of the only people I knew who got Monty Python references.

"Oh, I don't think you need to worry about keeping it too clean. Trust me."

Trust me? What did that mean? "Uh, OK, but I'll still behave, although I'm sure it'll be hard."

"I'm sure too, hah, hah. See you tomorrow at 6 at Friday's?"

"OK, it's a date, see you there."

When I arrived at the restaurant, Chantelle and Tom were sitting at the bar. Chantelle was dressed in a short jean skirt and black tank, and jumped up to run over. She gave me a very big hug that I was not expecting, and a little pat on the butt. What was that about? A butt pat? Hmm. I guess Tom is more flexible than I thought if she can get away with that.

I settled in, and we again had a lot of fun talking. Since we were in public, not to mention with Tom, I didn't get to talk to Chantelle about her sex life very much. When got up to move to our table, though, Tom went to use the bathroom and I took the chance to not-so-subtly remind her of what we had gotten up to before.

"Still using your toys after your last trip?"

"Why am I not surprised that you're curious? Well, they've gotten a work out in more ways than you know," She replied, winking at me. Intriguing, I thought. She leaned over, putting her hand on my thigh, and whispered "and you were right, Tom likes them too." She straightened. "But I don't need them on this trip." Tom came back right then, so I had no chance to follow up, and I figured that was as much as I'd learn about that. But it sounded like teaching Chantelle had worked out rather well.

Tom and I continued to hit it off. We fell into "stupid guy mode" for a while, making under-our-breath comments about a couple of hot (read: slutty) young women at the bar. After Chantelle figured out what we were saying about the DD profile of the one woman, she hit us both, and said "Don't either one of you think I'm getting something like that! You'll learn to live with something a little smaller than that." She stuck out her chest, and her B-cups, toward us. Either one of us? Tom and I started comparing our taste in breasts while Chantelle glared at us until we both agreed that going big and fake was not something she should do. I remember thinking again that Tom was a pretty relaxed guy. How many people would be OK with sitting there talking about the size of their girlfriend's tits?

About then our nachos arrived, and we started to dig in. Chantelle excused herself to go pee while we loaded up our plates. Once she was gone, I remarked to Tom, "She looks really great tonight. You're a lucky guy."

"Yes, I am. Glad you think so too."

"Yeah, I do."

And that's when he dropped the bombshell.

"I understand I owe you some thanks."

"Really?" I looked at him quizzically. I had no idea what he was talking about. "For what?"

He glanced around the restaurant, then leaned in close. "For Chantelle's vibrator."

I felt the blood drain from my face, and commenced choking on my nachos. After he pounded on my back and I recovered my composure, I finally looked at him. "Uh, sorry?" Real intelligent. And panicked.

"Her vibrator. She told me about how she bought it on her last trip here. I have to tell you, it's been great."

"Uh huh." WTF? What exactly did she tell him? "I, uh. Um. Good. Glad it's worked out."

He laughed at what must have been a pained expression on my face. "Dude, it's OK, it's cool. I didn't mind. She needs every bit of entertainment she can get. I can barely keep up as it is."

I started breathing a little easier. But only a little. "Hard to keep up with her. Uh, yeah. I can see that. She's um, yeah. I guess you're still trying to keep up, right? I'm sure it's fun trying."

"Oh yeah, for sure. But she's got a lot of things she wants. I'll tell you, I'm pretty good, but I can't do it all." Can't do it all? Was I going to end up having the same conversations with Tom I had with Chantelle?

After Chantelle came back to the table, we chowed on our nachos for a while, and then Tom excused himself to wash his hands. As soon as he was gone, I leaned over to Chantelle and hissed, "What did you tell him?? He knows I bought you a vibrator! What else does he know about??"

Chantelle put her hand on my arm. "Relax - he only knows that you suggested it. Although I don't think he would have minded the lesson, even. He might have liked hearing about it. We've had some pretty hot conversations. And he likes to experiment."

I was still a little ticked about being blindsided by Tom. But this sounded intriguing. "Experimenting?"

"Yup. So we've used the vibrator all the ways you and I did before. We still haven't gotten my friend Jess to join us yet, but we've talked about what it would be like. And we've talked about every possible fantasy we can think of. It's made for some veeerry exciting evenings. The stuff you taught me was worth it."

"He must be pretty open-minded."

"Oh, yeah. I've made sure of that." Chantelle took a swallow of her drink. "You know I told you about the threesome I gave my boyfriend for a birthday present, years ago?"

"Damn right I remember! It was one of the most exciting stories you told me on all those trips."

"Tom offered to give me the same thing."

"Huh?"

"We were talking about that threesome, and kind of fooling around..."

"Kind of?"

"OK, we were seriously fooling around. He wanted to know every detail."

"Yeah, me too."

"After that he asked if I'd ever been with two guys. I haven't, you know. Then he asked me if I ever thought about it."

"And?"

"You know how you told me all guys fantasize about two girls? Well, I don't know about all of us, but I definitely like the idea."

"Wow. Nice that he offered. Have you taken him up on it?"

"Not yet. Maybe soon, though. He told me it would all be for me, since it was my present. And I think it would be fun." She gave me a devilish smile. "We're looking into possibilities. All he said was that we'd have to agree on who. Do you think that's weird?"

Lucky bastard. "Hell no. You deserve to have some more fun. Do you want a guy to do Tom too? That might be harder to arrange."

"No, he's not really interested, and I really just want them to do me." Then Chantelle realized what she'd blurted out, and looked a little embarrassed. "Wait, that came out wrong..."

I laughed. "No it didn't! I have the feeling you probably know exactly what you want from this."

"Well, there's a few things I have in mind."

"If you do the directing, I'll bet Tom and this other guy would be happy to do whatever you want."

At this point I realized that Tom had been gone a long time while we were huddled up, and I wondered where he was.

"Oh, I think he went to the bar to get another beer." Looking over, we saw him there. "Let me go talk to him for a minute, be right back."

"K."

Chantelle went over to the bar for a minute, talking to Tom intently. I saw her snuggle up and get a hug, whispering something in his ear. He looked at her, glanced at me, and nodded. I saw him leave some money on the counter, then they both came back to the table.

"Hey, Dave, can you give me a ride home? Tom needs to head back, and we still need to pay the bill."

That's weird, but making some time with Chantelle? "Sure, no problem. Tom, great to see you again, maybe I'll see you on your next trip."

"Yah Dave. Or you might see me sooner than you think." For some reason, Chantelle gave him a glare, and pushed him toward the door. We sat back down to pay the bill.

Chantelle turned to me then and asked, "So tell me what you think, do you like Tom?"

"Yeah, he seems cool. I know why you like him. I think you made a good choice there. Gotta say, though, I didn't think I'd hit it off so well with him. He's easy to hang out with."

"You guys do seem to get along well. The other night he told me that he liked hanging out with you too." Chantelle seemed to be getting kind of fidgety as she asked me what I thought about Tom. We finally got our check, and dug around for the right change to leave. Just as we were about to get up, Chantelle blurted out,

"I, uh, I need to ask you about helping me out with one other thing, though."

"Sure, anything, just name it."

"Ok, Um. Well, let's go outside." Outside?

We got into my car. "Tom and I agreed that he would leave so I could ask you this." What was this about? "I was telling you about the threesome Tom offered me? We've been trying to figure out who to ask." You don't mean...Oh my. "Tom gave me the OK for this back at the bar. You guys hit it off so well that..." Chantelle took a deep breath and leaned in towards me. "Dave, I know you are just giving me a ride, but...do you want to join us tonight?"

He shoots. He scores.

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After Chantelle issued her invitation, I stared at her for a second. Her eyes were darting around, alternately looking at my face and away. She's this nervous? Instead of answering I leaned over and gave her a big kiss. I also gave her a small grope. "Dave!" She squealed, smacking my hand away.

"Just trying to show you how I feel about this idea."

"Hmph. Well, if you put it that way... let's try this again." When I leaned in for a kiss this time, Chantelle took my hand and brought it to her breast. "Feel familiar?"

"It's been so long, I almost forgot. Let me see if I can remember." I reached down and under Chantelle's shirt, running my hand up her to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipple hardened quickly, while I kissed her, and I ran my hand to the other side. "I remember the last time I played with these."

"I do too." She licked up the side of my neck while I fondled her, and then reached into my lap. "I remember when I played with this guy too." Then she said softly, "I'm ready to play more."

"I'll bet you're ready. Hmm, let's see..." I took my hand out from under her shirt and ran it down to her bare leg. Placing it on the inside of her thigh, I slowly ran it up under her skirt while watching her face. I was expecting either that she'd stop me, or I'd soon run into her panties. Neither happened. Instead, I found myself touching skin at the very top of her leg where it joined her body. Smooth skin. And wet.

"Chantelle, you're not wearing panties!" And you shaved.

"Oh, really?? How'd that happen? Actually, I figured, special occasion." She leaned in to nibble my ear, and whispered, "Why don't you consider it an invitation?" Then she leaned back. "But - you haven't answered my question."

Considering her invitation, I began stroking her. Her lips parted slightly, and I quickly found my fingers coated with her juices. "You are ready."

"Uhm. Always." Unable to resist, I continued to stroke Chantelle. She made no move to stop me, but now was just staring straight into my eyes. "Dave - answer?"

"Yes, Chantelle, I'll join you." A small shudder of relief went through her, and she visibly relaxed. "Do you think I'd keep doing this if the answer was no?"

"I have no idea. I might have a hard time stopping you even if the answer was no."

"I'd take that." I continued to stroke her, dipping my fingers into her and rubbing over her clit.

"We just have one small issue, Dave. Where can we go?"

"What do you mean, where can we go?"

"We're staying at my Mom's. And she's out, but still, I haven't sex there since highschool."

"It's kind of a mess, but do you want to come to my place? Everybody else is out of town this weekend."

"Oh, that would be much better." She grabbed her purse and got our her cellphone. "Let me tell Tom." She dialed, and I slowed my stroking on her clit while she told him to meet us at my place and gave him the address. "There, that's done."

"So tell me, little Miss Threesome, what exactly do you want us to do you tonight?"

"Hmm, well, I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"I'm sure we will, but give me some hints. I know we'll be able to make you very happy. It's your birthday present, after all."

She sighed against my neck as my fingers pressed more deeply into her. "What do I want...I want it all. I've thought about everything two guys can do to a gal. I want both of you, at the same time."

"Both of us, huh. How?" I looked at her, and she looked back.

"Every way. Any way you want." She whispered.

"Any way?"

"Yes."

I whispered in Chantelle's ear. "I know you remember last summer." She nodded, distractedly. "Chantelle - if you tell me anything - I'm going to want everything." As I said this I pushed my fingers into her. One finger had also slipped below and was touching her asshole, and I wiggled it too. She gasped.

"Mm, yes, Dave, it's all yours."

Phew. I could actually do this. I could finish what we started last summer.

Then car lights swept over us. Oops. I'd totally forgotten that we were still in the parking lot. "We'd better get going. We can, uh, talk more on the way." I took my fingers out and licked them, then started the car.

It took us 20 minutes or so to get back to my place. Each time we came to a stoplight, I'd reach over and run my hand up Chantelle's leg, and she'd feel my cock through my pants. It was never long enough to get anything other than a good tease, but that was enough.

When we got there, Tom was waiting in the driveway. He grinned when he saw both of us get out of the car. He gave Chantelle a quick hug, walked over and shook my hand again, and said, "Glad you decided to come! I was getting anxious." We walked inside and into the living room.

"With an invitation like the one I got, I couldn't say no."

"Oh?" He cocked his eyebrow at us.

Chantelle was standing next to me. "A very nice invitation. In fact..." I took Chantelle's hand in mine. "I can show you. But Tom... are you sure about this?"

Tom looked at me holding Chantelle's hand, looked in her face, then looked me in the eye and simply said, "Yes."

"Then let me show you the invitation I got." I moved and stood right behind Chantelle, both of us facing Tom. I put my hands around her waist, and pulled her back against me. I put my head over her shoulder so I could watch Tom, and slowly slid my hands up over her shirt to her breasts. Tom watched, and didn't say anything. So I slid my hands back down and then back up, but this time under her shirt. I began playing with Chantelle's nipples, which hardened immediately. Tom could clearly see what I was doing, and he backed up a step to sit on the edge of the couch. I was sure there was a bulge forming in his jeans. I kissed the side of Chantelle's neck, still watching Tom to be sure there was no problem. Her neck was flushed, and I could hear her breath already starting to be heavier. She'd gotten pretty worked up in the car, and this was rekindling her pretty fast.

"Lift your arms," I whispered to Chantelle, and she did. I pulled off her shirt in one motion, and then reached back around and took one breast in each hand again.

I looked at Tom. "First my invitation included these." I caressed Chantelle's round flesh, pulling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger, but then cupping under them as if I was offering them to Tom. "And it was very nice." I resumed playing, with Tom's eyes glued to her. "But then I found something even better. Sit down, and I'll show you."

Tom sat down hard on the couch, and I walked Chantelle over to stand in front of him, just a few feet away.

I slid my hands down Chantelle's side to the bottom of her skirt. She was looking down on Tom, and his gaze moved down from her face, over her chest, to my hands. I started slowly lifting her skirt, and Chantelle stood very still, just letting me expose her bit by bit. I slowly pulled her skirt up further until she was completely visible. I held up her skirt with one hand, and slid my other hand over the front of her thigh towards her pussy. "I found this, and it was warm. And wet." As I said this, I slid my finger slowly down the crease between her leg and mound, over her lips, between her legs, and then I pulled up and in. She moved her left leg to the side a little bit, giving me better access. Her lips parted easily, and I slid between them and into her center. If it was possible, she was even wetter than before.

I was leaning over Chantelle a bit to be able to reach, and was able to glance at her face. Chantelle had closed her eyes when I pressed between her lips. I gave her a few gentle strokes, then brought my finger up to my lips and made a show of licking it. Chantelle turned to look at me as I did this, her eyes a little glazed. Her mouth was close to mine, and her lips slightly parted, and so I presented my finger to her too. She sucked it into her mouth, making a little noise as she did so. I gave her a small kiss, and looked at Tom to be sure he was still OK. He was staring at us, looking like he was just taking it all in.




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 03



I slid my wet finger back down Chantelle's chest to her breast, wetting her nipple, before returning to her thigh. But now I reached the side zipper of her skirt and unzipped her. Her skirt fell to the floor, and she sighed. She was standing completely naked in front of her boyfriend, with another man behind her, touching her all over. I brought my left hand back to cover her breast, and I slid by other hand back to her pussy, this time not entering her, but just stroking lightly over her lips. "Tom." I said. His gaze jerked back from her pussy to me. "Tom, you should come see how wet she is. This is one very naughty girl."

Tom nodded jerkily, got up from the couch, and stumbled our way. He came to Chantelle and they shared a kiss. Then he leaned over to take a nipple in his mouth. He worked on it for a minute, then knelt down in front of her. I moved both my hands up to Chantelle's breasts, and I could see Tom run one hand up her inner thigh to her pussy. I could tell when he touched her, because she moaned in my grasp. Turning her head, she sought my mouth with hers. She grabbed my right hand on her breast with her left hand, holding me tight against her (and maintaining her balance), while her other hand went down to rest on Tom's head. Glancing down, I could see Tom staring at Chantelle's pussy while his hand moved. Chantelle was undulating in time to whatever he was doing.

I sensed more than saw Tom remove his hand from between Chantelle's thighs. I heard a disappointed sigh, but then Tom reached around Chantelle, and grabbed her buttocks to pull her towards him so he could bury his face in her cunt. She squealed and bucked. I had to imagine that he was tonguing her clit, and she moved her leg even further to the side to give him better access. I continued to work her nipples with my fingers, and alternated between trading kisses with her, and shifting my kissing to her neck and ear as she panted. She started to lean back against me, her hips wiggling forward against Tom. After a minute, I could tell she was already building up to her first climax.

I swung around to the front, still helping to hold Chantelle up by reaching around her back. I held on to her with my left hand, keeping my right hand one breast, and then I lowered my mouth to the other orb. I took her nipple into my mouth, flicking the tip lightly before really putting my lips and tongue on it to suck as hard as I could. I bathed her whole nipple and areola with the flat of my tongue before returning to her nipple. This time I took it between my teeth, very gently nibbling. This put her over the edge. She started bucking harder against Tom's face, and then half fell on him, knocking him over. I tried to lower her more gently, but she ended up pulling me down too. She was still gasping, but something about the pile of bodies and the position we were in struck us all as funny, and Tom and I started laughing.

"Oh, God, stop it, you guys." Chantelle muttered as her breathing returned to normal. We both adjusted ourselves to a slightly better position, so that Chantelle was now laying between us. We had barely made it 20 feet from the front door.

"So Tom, you see it was a hard invitation to resist."

"Yeah, I guess so."

After a minute, I put my hand on Chantelle's tummy, thinking how remarkable it was to have this naked body between me and Tom. Chantelle shivered, then she propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. "I think we should move somewhere else. And you guys have way too many clothes on." She jumped up and took a few steps, then reached out to take our hands and pull us up. Playing a bit of the vamp, she wiggled her hips at us and said "Last one upstairs is the last one to get this!" as she slapped her ass. She then turned and fled up the stairs. Tom and I glanced at each other, and then both jumped for the stairs ourselves.

That Chantelle was quite the girl.

I managed to beat Tom into the bedroom by a hair, although I had the advantage of knowing which way to turn when we got upstairs. My bedroom was pretty standard, bed in the middle, night tables and lamps, a door to the master bath.

Chantelle had thrown herself on the bed, and rolled over and struck a pose on her elbow with one knee up as we entered. I walked over to stand next to the bed, right in front of her. "Now, about these clothes..."

Chantelle reached for my belt, pulling me closer to the bed. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to one side. I went to undo my belt, but she put her hand on mine and said "No, let me." She sat up on the edge of the bed, and taking two hands, undid my belt, then the button of my jeans. She unzipped me, brushing against my erection as she pulled down my zipper. She pushed down my jeans, and I stepped out of them, standing there in just my boxers with no doubt about my aroused state. Putting her hands on my hips, Chantelle looked up at me, and murmured in a voice too low for Tom to hear, "I've been thinking about this since... well, for a while." With that, my shorts dropped to the floor, and Chantelle leaned over to engulf my head in her mouth. She put one hand behind me, and brought the other to the base of my cock. She swirled her tongue around my head and started to take me deeper into her mouth, rubbing my balls and the base of my cock at the same time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could sense Tom moving to the base of the bed where he could watch Chantelle swallowing me. She was pulling me in deeper than I thought she could. After a few minutes, between her mouth and the pressure at the base of my cock, I was afraid I wouldn't last long if she kept it up. "Mmm... Chantelle you may need to stop for a while. I think we have a few other things to do."

She took a final lick and released me. She looked over at Tom and crooked a finger at him. I decided to climb on the bed behind Chantelle as she started to undress Tom to give him the same treatment I'd gotten. I kneeled in close behind her and reached around to hold her breasts as she started to work on him, my hard cock pressing against her back between us. I saw that Tom had much less hair around his package than I did, although he wasn't totally bare like Chantelle, and I wondered if they played shaving games together too.

I began to tweak Chantelle's nipples as she sucked Tom. Eventually I slid one hand down towards her pussy, stroking very gently. After a couple of minutes, Tom pulled away from Chantelle too, I imagine feeling just like I had. I pulled Chantelle back onto the bed, laying her on her back and laying next to her, my erection now laying against her hip. I kissed her neck for a second, then kissed down to her right breast. Tom came and took the other one, and together we licked her breasts while my right hand wandered back down over her abdomen. "You guys are sooo good to me," I heard her say softly.

I stroked Chantelle's bare skin very lightly, down the v of her legs, over her slit, not pushing in, just running back and forth. She parted her legs for me, but I continued to tease her on the outside, just enjoying the smoothness of her skin with my fingertips. The feel of her without hair was amazing. I could feel her heat and moisture as I reached further down, even though I hadn't separated her lips. She began trying to push up as I ran my fingers over her mound, but I wouldn't give her enough pressure to be satisfying. "Please..." I heard her murmur.

We were increasing Chantelle's excitement level as we played with her and sucked her breasts, but the movement of her hips was starting to become more insistent and she started to squeeze her legs together. I moved back up to ear for a second and whispered to her, "Your skin is so smooth Chantelle. I think I'm going to have to use my tongue to find out just how smooth." She nodded urgently, and I shifted my body around to put my face by her pussy. I licked her thigh, moving my tongue toward her pussy, and she opened her legs without urging. I licked the crease between her leg and body to where I would usually have found a fuzzy patch, and it was silky smooth. I licked across the outside of her lips to the other side, then back to the top of her slit. Not even a stray hair. I knew she was ready, and so I slid my tongue down the length of her slit while reaching with my right hand to open her up. My tongue slipped between her lips. God. It was slick, and incredibly smooth, and tasted salty. I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go, and I swear I got a true mouthful of her juices. I felt her grab my head, pulling my head to her and forcing me into her deeper.

I began to run my tongue up and down, rubbing it over her clit, then pushing it into her. I slid one finger, then two, into her as I licked. I felt Chantelle take my cock in her hand as I worked my tongue over her, stroking up and down my shaft. I wasn't lubricated, so this was just play, but it felt good nevertheless. Glancing up, I saw that Tom was now kneeling by her side, and she had him in her other hand. If she wanted to feel both of us together, she's got us.

After a minute, I wanted to shift so that I could get even better access. Extracting myself from her hand, I shifted around so that I was lying between her legs, looking up at her. I pushed her legs further apart and put my entire mouth over her pussy. Now I could really push my tongue in as deeply as it would go, and I heard Chantelle cry out a little as I pushed my nose against her clit as my tongue entered her. I sucked her clit into my mouth, then ran my tongue over it, and then plunged into her again.

Looking up past her belly and breasts, I could see that Tom had moved further up. Chantelle had turned her upper body to the side, and Tom was now feeding Chantelle his cock. She had both hands on him, he had one hand still on her breast, and was holding onto the headboard for dear life with the other as he looked down at her around his cock. As he thrust forward, I could see her cheeks puffing out and contracting.

I started licking Chantelle up and down, from her clit down to her vagina. Then, after dipping in her pussy one more time, I continued down towards her ass. Not much foreplay this time like we had during the summer - this time I just wanted my tongue on her. She felt where my tongue was exploring and lifted one leg a bit to give me better access between her cheeks. Another invitation I couldn't resist. I took Chantelle's leg and hooked it over my shoulder, then lowered my mouth to where I wanted to go.

Surrounding Chantelle's anus with my lips, I commenced licking her with the flat of my tongue, feeling her ridged opening. I pointed my tongue and pushed in, feeling her yield just slightly, before returning to licking her from rear up to her clit. I returned below, continuing to lick over her while now pushing my nose into her cunt. My face was covered with her juices, and I had to turn to the side to get a breath now and again, but oh, was it worth it. I was unbelievably hard as I ate her. Don't come on the sheets was all I could think as I took advantage of the complete access she was giving me to her body.

Chantelle began to writhe under me, trying to pull her leg higher to give me more access to her ass, and alternately pulling me into her with her leg to push her pussy harder against my mouth. I was licking her everywhere - feeling the hard nub of her clit, sliding my tongue into her pussy, licking past it to her rear where I couldn't quite penetrate no matter how hard I tried... Looking up I could see her pumping Tom more rapidly in her mouth, and he had a look of intense concentration on his face as he now looked down at me working on her. I wondered if he knew I was licking her ass.

I could tell Chantelle was on the edge from this top to bottom stimulation. Giving a last lick on her asshole, I fastened my mouth to Chantelle's clit and sucked it into my mouth, flicking at it with my tongue. At the same time I brought my hand up to her, dipped one finger into her wet pussy and then put it against her anus. She was soaked from her juices and my saliva, and I knew it wouldn't take much to penetrate her. I pushed just a little, and she pushed down hard in turn, forcing my finger into her asshole. I heard another loud moan from her as I continued to slide in my finger in one motion until it was in to the hilt. Once she discovered what she liked, this girl sure did know how to get it!

Within seconds, Chantelle started spasming. I tried, but it was hard to keep my tongue on her as she thrashed under me and clenched her thighs around my head. She finally released me, and I returned my tongue to just licking her gently up and down as I pulled my finger from her ass. She continued to quiver slightly as I continued to lap at her.

Chantelle's climax and the resulting action on him must have been too much for Tom, because I heard him grunt "Can't... stop it!" and I saw him start to jerk too. He reached down to grab his cock and held it in Chantelle's mouth as I saw his body clench once, then twice, and I saw her swallowing frantically. Her mouth opened, and Tom popped out and I saw a shot of come spurt across Chantelle's face, landing on her cheek. Chantelle pulled him back into her mouth as he shuddered again. I saw her mouth working, and she gave him a final tug before he groaned and pulled away, collapsing on the bed. She reached up and rubbed his come off her cheek with her fingers, reaching over to his thigh and rubbing most of it off on him, then licking her fingers. Then she collapsed backward onto the pillow too.

Chantelle and Tom had both come, but I certainly hadn't, and my erection had only gotten harder with Chantelle's orgasm. Chantelle was lying there enjoying the slow licks I was giving her pussy, but I was hoping she could come again, and after all this I was desperate with need. I stopped licking and crawled up her. My erection was painfully obvious, and I knew she could feel it poking at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel it rubbing at her, where she was wet, and still very open. She looked up at me as I whispered.

"Chantelle - I'm ready to explode. I need to be in you." I glanced up and made eye contact with Tom. He nodded at me.

She made a little sound, and whispered, "Come on in."

With that she grabbed me and pulled me to her. I reached down to move my cock to get the angle right, and pushed.

Ohhh, she was still soaking. I sank in almost to the hilt in one push. I couldn't believe how smooth Chantelle felt as I slid home. I pulled back just a little, pushed once more, and I really was all the way in. Hot, wet... I almost came right there, but managed not to. I saw Chantelle's eyes widen as I pushed in, and she whimpered a little as I penetrated her. I knew Tom was there, watching me push into his girlfriend, but at the moment I just didn't care. There was no way not to enjoy where I was.

I began to move in and out, slowly at first, just enjoying the sensation of being inside her. Her lips sought mine, and then she was past them to my ear, where I could hear her making little breathy sounds. On the downstroke, I pushed hard against her where our bodies met, twisting and grinding just a little on her clit. She made a little "Oh!" noise the first time I did this, and I continued to push tight against her every 3rd or 4th stroke. I began to pull a little further out before thrusting in, and her breathing became a little deeper.

"Can you make it again?" I whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm, oh yeah, not long." she whispered back. I continued to stroke in and out of her, and sped up a little. She was so wet... and thinking about that, I knew I wasn't going to last either.

"I'm so close," I whispered.

"Go ahead, now, now... Come in me, Dave, in... me..." She was panting too. I felt her muscles contract around my cock, and that was it. I felt my cock pulse, and I came, spurting inside of her. I came, and came, and felt it get even hotter and wetter as my semen flooded her pussy, leading me to have an even bigger final contraction. Chantelle was over the edge too, and I felt her legs wrap around me as I felt her walls squeeze around me. I heard her murmur "Oh... oh... yes..." as we gave a final movement against each other, and then I collapsed on top of her, panting. We just lay there for a minute.

After a minute, I was able to move again, and I raised myself up on my elbows, allowing her to breathe a little better. I gave her small kisses, and after another minute, I flopped over to lie by her side. We both looked over at Tom, who was sitting on the other side of Chantelle, watching. He had gotten erect again. Chantelle reached out to it. "Enjoy the show?"

"Not half as much as you." He leaned down and gave Chantelle a kiss, and then looked at me. "Good one. Secret technique?"

I laughed. "No, just a good effort. I think the secret technique for this one is to have two studs in her bed!"

Chantelle looked around the room. "Studs? Really? Where?"

"Oh, shut up, you!" I commenced tickling Chantelle's ribs; seeing what I was doing, Tom joined on the other side, she curled up in a ball and in short order we had her yelling "I take it back, I take it back!" We let her collapse back to the bed. She made a long, catlike stretch, pushing her breasts, then hips, up at the sky as she did, ending up with her arms lying up over her head. Tom and I lay down on either side of her again for a few minutes.

Seeing her stretch led me to place my hand on her belly, running it up under her breast. I began to stroke her nipple idly. It hadn't been soft for long, and I rubbed over it, it came to attention again. I moved my hand to the opposite side, making small circles on that side, watching the skin of her areola wrinkle and tighten as her nipple responded. I leaned over to give a small lick with the tip of my tongue on the nipple I could reach.

Chantelle rolled onto her side to present me both breasts, trying to lift one up to me with her hand. Sensing that they might like some extra attention, I slid down the bed so that my mouth was even with her breasts. My head was on the bed, and I stuck out my tongue, wiggling it to give her the idea that I was ready. She began to feed me her breast, first teasing me by putting it just close enough for me to lick the tip of her nipple, then gradually moving in so that I could get more and more in my mouth. When I couldn't fit any more, she pulled back and gave me her other one. I just lay there and pretended I was nursing, sucking and licking, and pulling her into my mouth with as much suction as I could muster. A couple of times I nipped at her with my teeth, causing her to jump a little.

As I nursed at Chantelle's breasts, Tom started to give her pussy some attention. I felt him reach around her, bumping into my erection in the process, and he reached her upper leg to pull it up. This allowed him access to her from the rear, and he began to stroke her pussy. I continued to suck one of Chantelle's nipples while playing with the other one. I felt her shiver; glancing up, her eyes were closed, and glancing down I saw Tom's fingers disappearing into her. I saw him pull out and rub over her clit, then put his fingers back in her again.

I had a free hand, and I brought it to my mouth to get wet and then down to her pussy as well. Now Tom could continue to push his fingers in and out of her while I rubbed her clit. Chantelle started to moan. I don't know if she knew that it was both of us playing with her, but she was certainly enjoying it. I could feel Tom's fingers moving in and out of Chantelle, occasionally bumping into my fingers on her clit.

Chantelle's began to move her hips back and forth between us as we stroked and fingered her. I felt Tom shift on the bed, and then his fingers withdrew from her. What's he doing? Glancing down, I saw Tom pull Chantelle's upper leg up higher, and then his cock came into view. He slid his cock along the length of her slit a couple of times, brushing against my hand once, and then he found the right spot and slid his cock into her wet pussy. Chantelle gave a grunt as he pushed in. Tom took a couple of strokes to get all the way in, then commenced a steady rhythm in and out of her.




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 03



I had paused my activity while I waited for Tom to get situated. Now I returned my fingers to her pussy, rubbing over her clit and the top of her mound. When I put my fingers on her clit, reaching down towards her pussy, I could feel Tom moving in and out, the base of his cock rubbing against my fingers when we were both at a particular spot. I felt myself becoming harder at the feel of Tom moving in and out, coupled with the feel of her clit. I was enjoying this. What's going on, I feel Tom and I'm getting harder?

I was a bit conflicted about what was going on. Chantelle was obviously enjoying the action of Tom in her pussy and my fingers on her clit and my mouth at her nipples. At the same time, it was a bit strange to be touching Tom, even inadvertently. And then I wondered: well, they invited me, and this seemed to be a night for exploring, so should I just go with it? I wasn't sure if I'd ever want to do this again, but was there something more I could do that would help both of them out? Is this the most I can do for Tom?

By now, Tom must have been able to feel my hand when he thrust fully into Chantelle. But he was making no move to pull back. I tried to think about what he might be feeling and what he might like. I know when I am fucking a girl from the back, I like having her reach down to finger her own clit and stroke my balls. Well, I was in the way and there was no way for Chantelle to reach Tom, and I was already stroking her. That left just one issue, and solution I could come up with. I wonder what he'd do if... Making a decision, I reached out and touched Tom's balls. I'd never done this before with anyone other than me, and I was a little tentative. But I quickly realized they were no different than mine, and after a moment I cupped them like I'd had my girlfriends do to me. He gave out a little grunt of surprise, but he didn't stop thrusting. I continued to rub him. He apparently trimmed a bit with Chantelle, because his balls were fuzzy, but with no long hairs.

I continued to rub Tom's balls, but was careful not to neglect Chantelle's clit. I realized after couple of minutes that I was staring down to where my hand was on her pussy and his balls, and had stopped sucking her breasts. I looked up to find that Chantelle had opened her eyes and was looking down at me and my hand.

"Dave," she whispered. "Are you rubbing Tom?"

I looked in her eyes and swallowed. "Yes."

"Oohhh, God, that's so hot." She shuddered as she heard me. "Oh, please, keep going, touch him. Touch my boyfriend's cock. And touch me." She sounded like she was playing out a fantasy verbally, watching the reality of it as it came true. I obliged, rubbing her clit and returning to his balls. Since he was busy thrusting in Chantelle, I didn't think Tom would want a handjob, so I didn't try to grab his dick. But when he pulled back, my hand on Chantelle's clit was right there, and pressed against the base of his slick shaft as it emerged.

"Tom? Tom?" Chantelle turned a little back toward Tom. "Baby, I know Dave is touching you. That's hot Tom. Reach around me, touch him too." Chantelle could see my very erect cock pushing up against my belly. Tom reached around her hip, and tentatively reached out toward me. I looked at him and nodded. "Come on Tom, do it, touch his cock," Chantelle murmured. Slowly, Tom put his hand on my cock. I jumped at his touch. He took it in his hand, and began stroking up and down. His hand was larger than Chantelle's or mine, and the sensation was a bit different. Chantelle was looking down and made a little hiss that sounded like "yess..." Her eyes were wide as she watched Tom wrap his hand around me. "Oh, that's good honey, rub his cock for me. Good boy!" Tom gave a few strokes up and down. It wasn't going to get me off, but it wasn't bad. I let him keep rubbing me, angling my hips a little to point further up.

Chantelle began to breathe much faster as she continued to keep her eyes on his hand and my cock, muttering encouragement to us. I rubbed her a little faster. She began moaning louder, and faster, and I tried to keep a thumb on her clit as I held my hand on his balls. Tom began to thrust faster into Chantelle, his hand still on my cock. I increased the speed on her clit, then returned my hand to Tom's balls. He began to thrust madly, and he released me to grab her hip.

I could feel Tom's balls tighten, and then he groaned and gave a deep thrust into her as he came. His body shook, trying to push deeper as I sensed him shoot his load. Chantelle came at the same time, rocking back against Tom. I returned my attention to Chantelle, grasping the upper lips of her pussy and squeezing them together over her clit, then releasing them and sliding my finger into the top of her slit to be right on her clit. I put hard pressure on her clit now as I rubbed, and this put her over the edge. With Tom's cock still in her creamy pussy, she started to spasm as well, pushing hard against my hand. She pulled her legs together, forcing me to stop rubbing her, and actually pushing Tom out of her. She moaned as he pulled further away, but then relaxed.

Tom and Chantelle both came down slowly. "Dave, that made me so hot," murmured Chantelle, pulling me back up to give me a kiss.

"I could tell," I whispered back.

My cock was still hard, and Chantelle could feel it pressed against her. She reached down to take it, idly stroking it as her breathing slowed. After a minute, she asked "What do you want now, Dave?" She kissed me again, harder.

In answer, I put my hand on Chantelle's head and pulled her down towards my cock. "I think you can figure out something I'd enjoy."

"Mm, OK. I can definitely make you enjoy this." Chantelle twisted around and moved down, and rolled me onto my back with my cock pointing skyward. She started with long licks up my shaft, then slowly engulfed me in her mouth, lowering herself on me until her hair was tickling my belly. "Uh," I grunted as I felt myself hit the back of her throat. She brought two hands to bear, one on my cock, just under her mouth, the other on my balls. She began bobbing up and down on my cock, stroking it with her now-wet hand when she was concentrating her energy at the top of it, and then taking all of me in her mouth again. Just as I had with Tom, she massaged my balls gently. But then she went further, sliding her hand further down over my balls until I felt her finger tickle the ridge running from my balls back to my asshole. I grunted, and pulled my leg up a bit to offer her access if she wanted it. And she did, bringing her finger up to rub over my dripping cock, and then returning it to rub over my rear entrance. (Did you think about inserting Tom into this scene, too?)

Chantelle continued to work on my hard cock with her mouth. But she began to push her finger more insistently at my asshole. I relaxed, trying to enjoy the sensations on my cock, and to let her in. She continued to tease at my entrance, just pushing in a little and then pulling out again. It felt great, and I began pushing back as she entered me. She got the hint, and pushed deeper into me. "Ohhhh," I groaned as she finally penetrated all the way.

I could feel my orgasm building, fueled by the pressure of Chantelle's finger in my ass. She could tell too, and began rubbing my cock harder as she simultaneously wiggled her finger. She deep-throated me once more, and I thrust upward and exploded in her mouth.

As my spasms subsided, I saw Chantelle swallow, and lick her lips. "Mmm," she said, "Different than Tom. Still tasty."

"Uh, OK." I said. What else do you say when a beautiful girl tells you that you taste different from her boyfriend?

"She does give a great blowjob, doesn't she?" remarked Tom. I'd almost forgotten he was there.

"She sure does. Like we agreed, she's a special girl!"

Tom got up, saying he had to go answer the call of nature, and Chantelle and I just lay back with our eyes closed, resting and snuggling just a little. After a minute she excused herself too. I lay on the bed and relaxed, thinking about the evening so far... and what was still coming.

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I opened my eyes a short time later when I felt the bed shift with Tom and Chantelle getting back in. Chantelle kind of draped herself over me, and Tom snuggled up to her from behind. "Mmm. Thanks for having us over, Dave."

"My pleasure. LIterally. Don't tell me you two have to go now?" She laughed.

"No, not a chance! I hope we can stay for a long, long time. We have all night." We lay there for a few minutes in a pile of naked flesh. Chantelle's breast was pressed against my chest, and she swung her leg partly over top of my thighs, just touching my cock. I could feel her warm pussy pressed against my leg.

"Well, I sure won't kick you out."

"Good. I'm not sure I could move easily right now. And maybe if we stay, you can help out some more."

"I love to be helpful!"

"I know you love it, and I appreciate it.

"Awww." Chantelle's leg over mine and the feel of her skin had started to wake me up, and I could feel an erection just starting to grow again slightly. Tom's hand was running along Chantelle's side as he spooned up to her. A little self-conscious this time with Tom so close behind her, I leaned over to give her just a small kiss. "Mmm, minty." Her tongue flashed out to meet mine, and we exchanged French kisses for a couple of minutes. Chantelle reached down and held my penis with her hand, feeling it as it hardened.

"Hey, uh, save some of that for me too?" we heard Tom ask. Chantelle and I broke our lip lock, and she flipped over to face Tom.

"There's always some saved for you." And just as if she hadn't been kissing me a few seconds earlier, Chantelle's mouth was busy on Tom's. Easy come, easy go. I amused myself by running my fingers down Chantelle's side now, from under her arm to her hip, and as far down her thigh as I could easily reach. She shivered as I ran them over her rib cage. I ran them back up over her buttocks and side, and then down her spine. The strokes were light, just enough to remind her that I was there. I could see that Chantelle's hand had gone to Tom's cock, as it had for mine, and she was stroking him as they kissed. Things were starting to heat up again.

I didn't interrupt Chantelle and Tom. Instead, I started to concentrate on my fingers circling in towards Chantelle's ass and pussy from the back. I slid my hand past her hip, then back up barely touching the side of her buttock, then down over one smooth, rounded ass cheek, and then back up closer to her crack. She was starting to rub herself against Tom, and had thrown her right leg over him, opening her up a bit from behind. After a final circle around her hip and buttock, I ran my fingers slowly down her butt crack and across her anus to barely touch the back of her pussy. I stroked her very lightly, slowly working in until her lips separated. Sliding my fingers through, I could feel that she was wet again (still?). I slid one finger inside her, while the rest of my hand pressed against her butt, helping her rub against Tom. "Mmm...."

I worked a second finger into Chantelle. Then I heard Tom whisper something to Chantelle, and she rolled back over just a little to whisper to me in turn, "Tom wants another turn."

I grumbled something incomprehensible, but withdrew my fingers from her pussy. Chantelle slid over on top of Tom and sat up astride him, then lowered herself onto his cock. She started moving up and down on him, slowly. I kneeled and took one of Chantelle's nipples in my mouth. Tom's hand was busy at her other breast, and I straightened so I could kiss her again. I played with her wet nipple with my hand while we kissed, my cock poking at her hip. Chantelle started stroking my cock, and I could feel it getting a little slippery as my pre-cum leaked and she spread it out on me. I kissed Chantelle again and brought my hand back to her hard nipple as I felt my cock begin to slide smoothly through her hand. She continued stroking me with her hand as she developed a rhythm moving up and down on Tom. Tom was thrusting his hips up and down with her as well, but we were able to remain enough in sync. The sensation of sliding through Chantelle's slippery hand, rubbing against her hip, was sensational.

After a bit, Chantelle said "Need to move" and lay down on top of Tom. I shifted to look from behind, and I could now see Tom's cock going in and out of Chantelle's pussy, with her pretty asshole blinking above that. I could see Tom stretching Chantelle, her lips clinging to him as he pulled back. Hmm, yummy, I thought. This would be the way for her to get both of us, and she did say everything. I continued to watch her ass move up and down, and I could see her anus pushing in and out as Tom's cock went in and out of her pussy. I leaned over, running my tongue down Chantelle's crack toward her anus. With the movement going on and the angle, I couldn't quite get reliably to her lovely rosebud, although I did get in a couple of licks in passing. Chantelle did make an "mmm" noise when she felt my tongue those couple of times, which I took as a welcome.

I leaned over to open the drawer on the night table. I pulled out a bottle of lube and shifted back behind Chantelle. I poured a little bit onto Chantelle's lovely ass, watching it drip down onto her asshole. Putting more on my fingers, I began to rub it into her. I rubbed with the flat of my fingers at first, getting her very slick, all over, delighting in the feel of her opening. She slowed down to allow me to rub her, and she turned and looked over her shoulder to murmur, "That feels nice." Well, that was definitely the point.

Once she was thoroughly slippery, I slowly pushed my index finger into her ass as she held still, just holding Tom in her pussy. I could feel her relax as I pushed in past one knuckle, to two. I began twirling my finger, and she resumed her strokes up and down Tom. After a minute I pulled my index finger out and replaced it with my middle finger, pushing in as deeply as I could. I swear I could feel Tom moving inside her through the walls of her pussy and ass - I could really feel him fucking her.  

After dripping a little more lube on her ass and my hand, I began to work both of my fingers in together. She was tight enough to resist this, and I spent more time just probing at her entrance before trying to enter her. She moaned louder when I began to gradually push in. Push, pause, wiggle; push, pause wiggle. Before long both fingers were in all the way, and I began moving them in and out at a bit of a regular pace. I felt her gradually relaxing as she got used to the feeling, and soon she was bouncing on Tom again, with my fingers in her ass.

Speaking of Tom... "Does Tom know what I'm doing to you?" I leaned over and spoke softly in Chantelle's ear. They both answered.

"Yesss..."

"Yeah, I can feel you Dave, I can feel you in her ass. And she loves it."

OK then, we're all enjoying the same page still. I continued to move two fingers around in Chantelle's ass. After another minute, I thought she was ready. I moved back, and pushed Tom and Chantelle's legs apart so that I could kneel between them. Still keeping my fingers in her (I never wanted to lose that warm connection), I poured a little more lube around my fingers, and dripped some more onto my cock, spreading it out with my hand. I was super hard, and just like Chantelle had, I couldn't resist a couple of strokes that felt really good as I moved my hand on my cock.

I pulled my fingers out of Chantelle then, and I moved up close to them. I murmured "Hold still for a minute," and I then positioned the head of my cock at Chantelle's anus. It was now reddish and wet, stretched by my fingers, and I thought it was ready for more. Tom was still inside Chantelle's pussy, and he held onto her hips. I pressed in just a little, and heard Chantelle's intake of breath. I paused, then slowly, slowly started pushing the head of my cock into her opening. "Relax, Chantelle, relax," I murmured, and pulled back before pushing again. I felt her muscle relax and she pushed back slightly. The head of my cock popped in to an "Oh!" from Chantelle, and I held myself very still as she adjusted. "Oh, shit... wait... oh..." After a minute, I felt her begin to move again, and I pushed forward an inch. I then pulled back. "Just move when you are ready." I murmured.

Chantelle began to gradually push herself back onto me, saying "Uh... Oh... Uh..." each time I went deeper. Tom was still in her, so she couldn't move far, and after she worked back an inch, I'd push her back forward. When I was halfway in, I pulled almost out, then slid it back, eliciting another gasp. Even going slow, it didn't take very long for Chantelle to take me in all the way. Chantelle's ass felt different than her pussy, and tighter around the base of my cock. But it was just as warm and wet, and it felt awesome even to just make small movements while she adjusted to the feel of both Tom and me buried in her.

After a bit, I started to move with a bit more rhythm. Gradually, we reached the point where I was able to stroke in and out of Chantelle's ass just like her pussy. Tom started moving again too, and like with my fingers, I swore I could feel his cock through her walls. I definitely knew when we were both in deep, with a tighter feel around my cock then, and when he was out. Chantelle grunted each time we hit a stroke and ended up deep in her at the same time. At first we didn't have much of a rhythm, so we just fucked her independently. Then we managed to get a pattern where we would go in and out at alternate times. This fell apart as Chantelle started moving faster, and so we both continued to just move at our whim.

The times when we were both in her deeply at the same time seemed to push Chantelle towards new heights. Once, when we were all just resting for a few seconds, I heard her mutter "God, I feel so full." She began grunting - there was no other word for it - in time with our thrusts this way. I could see that Tom's face was sweaty and flushed underneath her as she alternately devoured his mouth with hers and placed it on his shoulder as she panted. I heard her start to say "Oh God... Oh God... Oh... Ohhh... Deep.... please..." Her vocals got me going as well, and Tom and I both sped up just a bit as she writhed in between us, grinding down on Tom as we went in and out.

"Oh... come... Both... come in me... I'm there... Oh, I'm there..." I heard Tom groan and then stiffen, thrusting hard up into Chantelle. This was it. Chantelle started to buck on top of Tom, and I sank as deeply into her as I could and then started to shoot my own load deep into her ass. "OHHH GOD...." she gasped. I could only imagine what she was feeling as I felt her anus tighten on me, and I imagined that she was squeezing Tom for all she was worth too. Chantelle thrashed between us, making incomprehensible noises through her own orgasm as we continued to pump our come into her. I felt like I pulsed a dozen times (but who's counting), then my stamina gave out and I collapsed across Chantelle's back.

Chantelle was still pushing up into Tom, but more slowly, as we both softened. She gave a little "ooh" when I pulled it out and her ass made a soft sucking sound, and collapsed on the bed next to them. Chantelle rolled off Tom as well, curling up a little with her legs pressed together as her body continued to shake. I spooned up to her, holding her to me, as Tom did the same on the other side. Gradually she settled down, kissed Tom and then turned her head my way to kiss me.

"Oh, God, thank you," she said to no one in particular. "It's like... I can still feel you. Wow."

There was no need to reply, and we lay there in a pile for a while. Then Chantelle stirred. "You guys left me quite a mess. I'll be back." She scooted off the bed and rushed off to the master bathroom.




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 03



"Guess we'd better do the same." I showed Tom the guest bath down the hall, which had towels and such, and dug up a couple of new toothbrushes. When he was done, I got washed up too. When I returned, I got under the covers, and we lay waiting for Chantelle.

It took her a few more minutes, and when she returned I asked if everything was OK.

"Yeah, just a little sensitive. And full." She blushed, and climbed into bed next to me. Tom climbed in on the other side of Chantelle. We glanced at how late it was on the clock. "Can we stay overnight?" Chantelle asked.

"Nothing to do tomorrow. So sure."

She wiggled against me. "Nothing to do tomorrow?"

And they are here for 2 more days. Hmm. "When you put it that way... I'll bet we can find something to do. Tomorrow."

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The next morning I woke up spooned against Chantelle, who in turn was spooned up against Tom. We'd all slept naked. Chantelle's warm ass was snuggled up against my cock and my hand was around her on her breast and trapped against Tom. As I became aware of what I was holding, I wiggled my fingers and felt her nipple became slightly hard even though she was still asleep. My cock was at half-mast against her. I lay there for a few minutes as I woke up fully, enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against Chantelle.

Before trying to start something, I had to pee, and needed a shower. Padding to the master bathroom, I took care of the basics, then turned on the shower. My bathroom had been redone by the previous owner, and had an oversize shower was bigger than any one person would need. It came equipped with a handheld shower massager, which I knew Chantelle would like if she got in here. The shower also had a nice little ledge that could be convenient for a lot of things.

Getting in, I just stood in the water for a few minutes, letting it run over me, trying to wake up as the steam built up. Then I heard a noise, and peeked out to find Chantelle standing in the bathroom naked.

"You're up early."

"Not that early. I think I was just done sleeping. But it was a good night's sleep!" She came over and offered me a small kiss. "Can I join you?"

"Come on in when you're ready." I left the door open while Chantelle brushed her teeth. Then, without a hint of modesty, she sat down on the toilet to pee. She saw me watching her, and smiled a little, making no effort to cover herself. At this strangely erotic sight, my cock rose again and quickly reached its full length. When she was done, Chantelle zipped over to hop in with me.

"It's cold out there! Much nicer in here."

"Definitely warm in here." Chantelle put her arms around me and we shared a kiss, my erection pressing into her abdomen.

"Down boy! Let's see about getting cleaned up here."

We took some time and worked on washing every inch of each other's body. I started by washing her breasts and body from the back, pressed up against her ass and reaching around to soap her up. I let my fingers linger on her nipples, and they came to a point as I rubbed my hands over her. After lathering the shampoo in her hair, I ran my hands further down her body. She put one leg up on the ledge, giving me access to rinse her most intimate areas, and I ran a handful of suds over her mound, and back to her ass.

"Careful, I'm a little bit tender back there this morning."

"Hopefully in a good way?"

"Oh, yeah." She put her leg down and turned to face me, giving me a deep kiss and then grasping my cock in her hand. "Now let's get you clean." She lathered me up too, paying special attention to my cock and balls, and lathering up my ass too.

We both rinsed, and then Chantelle said "I may not be all the way clean. Give me a hand?" Standing out of the spray, Chantelle squirted some of shower gel on my hands, and hers. She made a show of rubbing it into her breasts, and said "Mm!" as I saw her nipples poke between her fingers. I rubbed the gel onto her back, down over her bum, and then I kneeled in front of her to put it on her legs. I guided one of her legs up onto the ledge again, and rubbed her skin from the calves up to her thighs. I approached her pussy with the lather, but never quite got there, rubbing back down her legs. I took this chance to look at her shaven pussy again - it was a view I would never get tired of seeing, looking at how her flat skin puffed out as it turned into her labia, and how her slit narrowed to a point on top and then opened up, and how I could see her lips separating down below. I leaned in to give her a kiss, and Chantelle drew in her breath. I slowly put out my tongue, running the tip of it along her lips and then down her slit. Reaching the bottom, I put my tongue out fully and hooked it into her, pulling it back up over her clit. Shifting down a little, I proceeded to begin tonguing her, finding her damp with her own warm juices already.

I continued for a minute, enough to make her weak in the knees, and then I stopped and stood. We shared a kiss, and then Chantelle grasped my cock and "I think you might need some extra cleaning too." She put more gel on her hands and began to rub them all over my cock and balls. I was quickly slicked up, and she began to stroke me with one hand while her other hand focused on my balls. She was having trouble getting under my balls, so I put one foot up on the ledge as she had, and she kneeled down in front of me. Now it was easy access, and she was able to run her finger across the ridge of skin behind my balls leading to my ass. She explored backwards slowly, sliding along until she touched my anus.

"Mm." I made a noise to let her know it was OK to explore. She reached around me to rub my asshole from the back. Feeling her finger on my hole, I squatted just a little more, pushing down a bit, so she'd get the idea. She did, and started to work her finger in. I was lubricated from soap and warm water, not perfect, so she went very slowly, as she continued using her other hand to stroke my cock.

This continued for a minute, until we heard noise in the bathroom, and then "Hey, room for one more in there?" I jumped, ready to take Chantelle's hand off my cock and go back to just showering, but she stopped me by the simple means of not letting go of either end.

"Come on in! We're just getting clean." Tom opened the shower door and took in the sight of Chantelle kneeling in front of me with my penis in one hand, her other hand obviously engaged somewhere back toward my ass. Without a word, he stepped into the water and started to rinse. As he lathered up, he watched Chantelle stroking me, and his cock quickly joined mine at full size. After soaping up, Tom started stroking himself, pointing in our direction.

After a minute, Tom rinsed off, his cock bobbing up and down as he did. My own cock was bobbing as well as Chantelle continued to stroke me. After using the shower massager to rinse underneath him, even back to his own ass, Tom finally moved closer to Chantelle and started to feed his cock into her mouth. She took him in while she continued to give me a handjob. As she got going on Tom, though, she couldn't give me her full attention and her finger slipped out and without missing a beat she moved her hand over to Tom, holding him while she sucked him into her mouth.

After a minute, Chantelled muttered "My knees are going to kill me," and she got up to move over to sit on the ledge. "Now, this might be better. Come here!" She reached and grabbed each of us by the cock, pulling us to her. Tom and I were now standing side by side in front of her, and Chantelle took Tom back in her mouth for a few strokes, then switched to me. She had one hand on each of us, stroking us when she wasn't using her mouth. She nibbled down the side of Tom's cock to his balls, then over his hip and over my hip, and then nibbled back up my cock before taking it back in. She continued to alternate working on us.

At one point, Chantelle pulled us closer in together put both of our cocks in her mouth at the same time. My cock and Tom's were pressed together inside her mouth, and we looked at each and shrugged. As long as what Chantelle was doing felt this good, I guess we were going with it. While we were in her mouth, her lips stretched wide to accommodate us both, I could feel her tongue licking over my head and then over Tom's. We stroked in and out a little, but with both of us in, Chantelle couldn't really stroke us or get any other action. So we didn't stay that way for long.

We slipped back into a nice rhythm of her mouth alternating on us. She kept one hand on each of use, sometimes running up and down in time with her mouth, and sometimes reaching under to play with our balls. I thought maybe we'd move on to something else from here, but Chantelle seemed to want to just do this, her breath heavy as she stroked us. I could feel my own orgasm starting to build, and Tom put out his hand to steady himself on the shower wall. Then he started murmuring to her.

"So, is this how you want it? Do you want two big cocks in your face? Two of us getting close to cumming all over you? Are you trying to make us come Chantelle? You bad girl, trying to make us shoot all over?" Tom started to thrust a little harder as he talked dirty, and moved a hand down to help stroke his dick.

Chantelle started to make some affirmative noises around his cock while he did this, saying "Mm hm." When she stopped to switch to me, she muttered, "Yes, come on, shoot all over me... you're so hard, I'd never be able to take it all in my mouth. Just come, make me messy, both of you." She was looking up at us, moving her hands faster on us, and her mouth engulfed my cock again. She bobbed up and down on me, and her hand and Tom's hand worked together on his cock.

She wants both of us to do this. OK, I can do that. I moved my hand to my cock too, covering hers, and started her on a rhythm that was guaranteed to have me come in no time. She looked up at me again. "Come on, do it, some on, come all over me, I know you want to, come, come..." She leaned over and took Tom's head in her mouth one more time, and that was it for him, because he pulled back and shot his come all over her face and chest. I put both hands on my cock and with a couple of more strokes I came too, my first spurt hitting her on the lips, the second on her cheek, where it dripped down onto her tit. We both continued to pulse, our initial shots turning to just small droplets that showered her. We were both grunting uncontrollably as we got off on her. Finally, hunched over, I had to stop her hand which would have kept going on me.

Chantelle was sitting there with our come all over her. She had released our cocks and now moved one hand between her legs as she sat there. She spread her legs, and started talking dirty to us too. "You guys are so bad to shoot all over me. You see how hot you made me? Now I need to come now too, you're so bad to make me all dirty." She took her other hand and wiping up some of the come that had landed on her, bringing it to her mouth. She then brought that hand down to her breast, rubbing the come in as if it was lotion.

I sat down on one side of Chantelle and Tom sat on the other. I started kissing her ear and neck, and reached out to take the boob on my side in hand. There was come on it, mine or Tom's I didn't know, and I proceeded to rub that into her nipple. I tweaked her, and she moaned. I could tell that Tom's hand was on her other boob, and I ran my hand further down to where her own hand was rubbing her clit. Tom had the same idea, and I could fell his hand joining hers as well. We spread her legs further, and together, the three of us explored her pussy, putting fingers inside her, rubbing her clit, holding her open for each other... I could feel when my finger and Tom's were inside Chantelle at the same time, and we pushed up hard, making her gasp again, as she worked her clit. We pulled her open, her own fingers working too. We began talking dirty to her again.

"Mmmh, you are so hot Chantelle. We came all over you, now it's your turn. We can feel every inch of you... you can feel us inside, together, all of us, all inside your pussy Chantelle, the same pussy we shared yesterday, the same pussy that made us come all over you. You can come now Chantelle, you've been a dirty girl, but very good, we can make you come, all of us, together, all in you..."

"UH, OH, Oh, shit, oh, umh..." Chantelle's orgasm started then, her hand feverish on herself while we penetrated her together. "Oh, more, push..." we pushed into her as hard as we could, almost lifting her up off the seat with our fingers in her cunt, my thumb and her hand on her clit. "OOOHHH..." She began to spasm, pushing into us then pulling away and we worked her pussy. She brought her legs together, tightening her grip on our hands and shuddering under us. She slumped back, and we both held her up as her breathing slowed.

After a minute Chantelle kissed both of us and leaned back with a sigh. She looked down at herself, our hands still trapped between her legs, and at the come all over her chest. "Now that's what I call a shower!"

I stood up and brought the shower massager over and started rinsing her off. This time Tom and I both helped, rubbing soap all over her torso, and spending some extra time (but no soap) on her between her legs. Chantelle giggled as we all massaged her breasts. When we were done, we all dried off and staggered out to the bedroom, where we all collapsed on the bed, still a little weak from our escapade.

"You guys are the best." Chantelle said.

"Anything you want from us, you've got." Tom murmured.

"Same goes for me."

"So, anyone ready for breakfast?" 



Teaching Chantelle Ch. 04



The story thus far: My friend Chantelle and I had a lot of sexual conversations over a couple of years during work trips (see the Prologue). After moving away with her boyfriend, on one return trip I convinced her buy a vibrator for the first time, and then proceed to teach her how to use it (Chapter 1). In turn, she learned to use it on me, and we ended up in a great 69 (Chapter 2). A year later, she invited me to join her and Tom in a threesome (Chapter 3). This chapter picks up a few months later.

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I was going to get to visit Chantelle and Tom!

When I concentrated on it, the thought sent small shocks through me. It had been several months since Tom, Chantelle, and I had shared a bed, and more. They had returned home, and I had returned to my ordinary life, but my fantasies and private "personal moments" continued to be fueled by memories of the scents, tastes, and sensations of those three sex-filled days with them. I just didn't know when, or if, we'd ever get together again, as our respective work schedules were crazy.

When an opportunity came up to attend a conference only two hours away from them, I jumped at the chance, and emailed Chantelle to see if I could come visit their new house. The response was immediate: We want company! And by the way, how long can you stay?

In fact, the thought of a visit didn't just send shocks through me, but gave me clammy palms and sparked thoughts that made my cock twitch.

And when I worked out my schedule to find that nothing was going on at work the next week, well...that got me thinking about my stamina and just how many ways and for how long we could entertain each other. I managed to extend my trip for four days after the conference, so I could fly back Wednesday instead of Saturday.

I'd heard about Tom and Chantelle's house - big shower (with massage), king-sized bed, private deck with hot tub and grill, neighborhood pool... and all recent construction. Man, house prices in the southwest were cheap! Let's see, hot tub first night, or second? Skinny dipping? The great outdoors? So many places, so little time. I knew Chantelle told me they'd broken in every room of the house. I doubted I could do that in 4 days, but I could try to make a dent at least.

Most important - I was going to see Chantelle!

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Then the bottom fell out. Or so I thought.

"Shit! You've got to be kidding. You know how much I've been looking forward to this, Chantelle."

"We can't help it! Tom can't say no. He's got to do what his boss tells him to!" 

"But... Goddamnit!" I was storming around my office on the phone. "I know, it's not his fault, but I'm not going to get out there again for a long time. Since I can't come, I've gotta change my tickets, all kinds of stuff. And I don't know when I'll see you!" 

"Oh, wait wait wait, stop... I didn't say you couldn't come! Just that he wouldn't be able to be here!"

Oh. I felt like an idiot. 

"Oh. Uh, OK. Damn, I feel stupid. I can still come?"

"Yes! I wasn't going to uninvite you. We talked about it, and Tom thinks you're still going to come. He's really sorry, there's just nothing he can do. Unless he wants to quit his job. And don't be offended, but you weren't THAT good."

"Hah, hah." I was coming down off my adrenaline. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak out. I've just been really looking forward to seeing you guys."

"Us, too. And believe me, I still am. I don't think we need to change much of our plans, just Tom won't be here."

Hmm. Me and Chantelle alone for the weekend? "OK, well, I'll relax, then."

"Good. I can't wait for you to get here. Tom is leaving Wednesday before you get here. So I'll have a couple of days to get really ready for you." Was that a little double entendre there? 

"OK, so, I'll just see you in ten days?"

"Yup! You have our address, you should be able to just mapquest it. Call when you get close."

"OK then. See you soon!"

"Bye Dave."

Phew.

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It was hard to keep my mind on the conference for the two days I was there. Lunches with buddies and talking about business, no matter how fun in a professional sense, didn't hold a candle to Chantelle. Without Tom present, I didn't know whether to think anything was still likely to go on between us, but I sure hoped so. I texted her a few times at breaks in the conference, and she texted back a few tidbits.

"House is clean!"

"Bed is made!"

"Hot tub ready!"

"Shower ready!"

Mostly par for the course, but I liked that last one. Maybe, just maybe... 

Finally, I checked out of the hotel and started driving the two hours to her house. I hit some traffic, but finally got there just as it got close to dinnertime. After sitting in traffic, I needed to freshen up a little before I arrived, and managed to stop at a rest area just a few miles before her exit (thank you Highway Beautification Act!). 

When I finally pulled in to Chantelle's driveway, the door to the house opened and Chantelle ran out. She must have been waiting for me, I thought. And as soon as I stepped out of the car, she gave me a hug. 

"I thought you'd never make it!"

"Me neither, I am ready to be out of that damn rental car. My butt is actually sore!"

"Oh, poor baby. Maybe I'll give it a massage. But not out here! What would the neighbors say?!"

"Nosy neighbors?"

"Nah, not really." We went inside and Chantelle closed the door behind us. "They're all really nice, and they watch out for me when Tom's away. But still, there's only so much I want them gossiping about. And with the greeting I really want to give you... they'd gossip."

With that, Chantelle took my bag from my hand, set it down, wrapped her arms around me, and planted her mouth square on mine. She wrapped one leg around me, pressing me into to her. After a minute, she pulled back and said, "Now that's how I wanted to say hello. I've missed you so much!" Wow. You think? 

"I've missed you too. I've thought about you a lot, and, uh, about all of us actually."

"I hope so! Come on, lemme me show you around." Chantelle took my hand and took me through the house. It was very nice, just as I'd expected. The kitchen was spacious ("I've really started to do a lot of cooking. My friend Jess has been showing me a lot of tricks.") The guest room was nice ("You can stay here if you like...") but the master bedroom was even nicer ("... but I was hoping you might want to stay in here.") The shower was huge ("Yeah, we could have a small party in there if we had enough people!"). The deck and hot tub were secluded, and the backyard had a view of the sun starting to go down ("Can we go for a dip before dinner Chantelle? I could use some relaxing after the drive."). 

When the tour was finally done, the hot tub beckoned, along with a cold drink. I asked if she was sure it was OK if I stayed in the master bedroom with her, and she guaranteed me it was fine. "I sleep better when I'm not alone," was all she said in explanation. I was guessing at this point that there'd be more than sleeping, but I wasn't pushing it yet. So I unpacked, found my swimsuit, and got ready to change. 

"Sure you want a suit?" Chantelle kind of smirked at me.

"At least to start," I smirked right back.

With the characteristic lack of modesty I'd observed in her, Chantelle didn't see any need to leave while I changed. When it became clear she wasn't leaving, I proceeded to strip down and put on my suit. I'm sure she got an eyeful - just as she'd intended, I'll bet. 

"I'll see you out there?"

"Be there in a sec, Dave." 

I went out to the kitchen and made us gin and tonics at the kitchen bar, then headed out to the hot tub with our drinks. I slid down into the water, letting the stress of the last day of the conference and the drive float away. The water was warm enough to be very nice, but not so hot that I was going to have to jump out again right away. I just relaxed with my eyes closed until the door opened as Chantelle came out.

Looking up, I did a double take. Chantelle had put her hair up in a clip and had on a bikini. She wasn't wearing something blatant like a thong - it was a regular string bikini with just a triangle of fabric over her crotch, but it was not a big triangle, was down low, and I imagined that she must have been continuing to shave that bikini line. I wonder how far? Her body made me catch my breath – from her bikini bottom, her flat belly (with just enough baby fat to make her luxuriously soft) led me up to her B-cup breasts, which rounded out her wraparound top wonderfully.

"You look great," I whispered as my mouth went dry and my stomach dropped. I wasn't sure if she heard me, but she looked down, then back at me with a little shy smile and just said "Thanks." She took her drink and climbed into the hot tub across from me. I was still taking in the sight of her as she looked at me appraisingly across her drink. 

I tried to keep my mind on something other than her, or I was afraid I'd just climb across the hot tub on top of her. I looked around. "Nice view. Nice sunset. Very romantic."

"Yes, it is." Chantelle looked behind her at the sun going down behind the mountains. "It's nice to sit out here and watch sometimes." 

"Do you want to sit over here? You can't really see the sunset from there."

"But then I can't see you! But OK." She shifted to my side of the hot tub. I took her hand to keep her from slipping, and pulled her to the seat beside me.

We sat for a minute, looking at the colors in the clouds. "Yup," I said. "Very romantic. It just makes me want to do... this." I tipped Chantelle's face up to mine, leaned over, and kissed her, slowly. She responded, her lips playing across my lips, her tongue coming out just enough to wet my lips, and then darting into my mouth. It was a continuation of the kiss she'd started to give when I arrived, but now longer, wetter, and with fewer clothes. I trailed my fingers from her hair to her neck, down over her bare upper chest, to her left breast. I cupped her breast, and with my thumb I could feel her nipple pressing through the swimsuit top. The fact that she didn't stop me made hopeful that the weekend of sex I'd anticipated with her and Tom was going to be able to continue with just her.

I gave Chantelle small kisses, slowly, on one side of her mouth, then the other. I slid my hand back up a little, and then down again, this time sliding it inside the cup of her swimsuit. Chantelle arched a little, pushing her breast into my hand harder. I continue to kiss her as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Then she reached up behind her neck and tugged on the string of her bikini top, then pulling down to expose both breasts. I broke our kiss to lean down and suck her right nipple into my mouth at the water line as I continued to play with her left on with my fingers. Both nipples were hard. 

I was starting to get hard under the water. Chantelle put her hand on my cock through my swimsuit. "Looks like we're both happy to see each other," she quipped, grasping me in her hand. Then she slid her hand down over my leg and up inside the leg of my suit. I jumped when she reached my balls. She stroked them briefly before sliding her hand up over my cock. Our angles were starting to get a little awkward, since I was still trying to suck her nipples, so I sat up, allowing her better access while I kissed her lips again. 

Chantelle's hand felt great on my cock, but the angle was still off a bit. Chantelle stood up and pulled me to my feet. She ran her hands down over my chest to the top of my trunks, then pushed them down. My cock was fully erect between us, and she took it in her hand again. Then she got down on her knees in front of me and, looking up into my eyes, stuck out her tongue to swirl it over the head. "Mmmm." Still looking up at me, Chantelle slowly took me into her mouth. She put one hand behind my buttocks and pulled me in closer to her, slowly. When I was sure I must be at the back of her throat, she reversed course, and I felt my cock slide out of her warm mouth. She put her hand at the base of my cock, and began sliding it as I entered her warm mouth again.

"God, Chantelle," I murmured. Her mouth felt good on my cock. She had the ability to suck me in all the way to the back of her throat, then keep up the pressure with her lips and tongue as I slid back out most of the way. It felt different, but so good. With all the anticipation I'd had, I knew I wouldn't last long. I told her, and she smiled and said, "I know." She didn't slacken her pace, and in a matter of minutes I erupted in her mouth. She kept me in her mouth as I came, licking her lips and sucking the head of my cock one last time as I finished. I was panting, leaning on the side of the hot tub, and gradually sank back down in the water. She sat next to me, and I wiped a drop of cum off her lip, then kissed her. 

"Phew. I wasn't quite expecting that!" 

She laughed. "It's been months, Dave. I've missed you." She gave a playful tug on my softening cock. "And I've had the past few days to anticipate."

"I didn't know you were anticipating quite that much, sexy girl."

"Oh, yea, I was. And today? I've been ready for you to get here."

"Oh, really? Ready, or, um, ready?"

She laughed. "Really, really, ready. I think my waxer even noticed it yesterday. I was pretty sensitive and already damp when she was opening me up. She kind of gave me this look." 

"Wow. Freshly waxed? Mmmm." I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Any chance I could get to see it?"

"I think maybe. If you're interested. Are you ready to go in?" 

"Sure, let's go."

I followed Chantelle back into the kitchen. The inside of the house was warmer than the outside now that the evening air had started to cool down. As Chantelle set down our glasses, I wrapped one towel around my hips, and then another around Chantelle. She turned to face me, and I caught her in a hug and pulled her in for another kiss. 

As we kissed, I reached down and began to caress her ass through her towel. "Mmm," she murmured. I began to pull up the towel with my fingers until I had it high enough that I could reach her bikini bottom. As I pushed it down over her hips, Chantelle moved her legs, and it fell easily to the floor. I caressed her bare skin, stroking it with my fingertips, and I felt her shiver. Then I grasped the cheeks of her ass and separated them, exposing her rosebud. She gave a little gasp as the air hit her.

After a moment, I slid my hand around, over Chantelle's hip and through the opening in the towel. I stroked my fingers along her lower belly, over the top of her pubis. I began to stroke down further, rubbing the flat of my fingers over her smooth, hairless skin. I moved to kissing her neck, and her mouth parted and I could hear her breath in my ear as I moved my fingers closer to her slit. "So smooth..." I murmured. 

Finally my fingers ran across her upper lips. Chantelle parted her legs, encouraging me to go farther down. I slid down over her lips, and then pulled back up, gradually starting to open her. Reaching back down again, I slid my finger between her lips and into her. Oh God. She was soaked, and I thought I could feel her wetness running out onto my hand as I penetrated her. My finger thoroughly wet, I began to rub between her lips, bringing it up to her clit. She gasped as I began to rub circles around and over it. Her hips began to push against my hand, and her hand grasped my head, pulling me back to her lips for a more urgent kiss. 

"You're so smooth Chantelle," I whispered through her kisses. "And so wet."

"Yess... " she hissed, starting to breath more heavily. I could tell it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. I wanted her to cum, but I wanted to see her up close. Breaking myself away from her mouth, I lifted her up to place her butt on the island, and leaned her back on her elbows. I then moved down until my head was between her legs and I could see what I was playing with. Yumm. Naked, pink, wet: there she was, waiting for me. I swiped my tongue over her slit, then dipped into her pussy, probing as deeply into her as I could. Then I slid my tongue up to her clit, and began licking and sucking as I replaced my tongue with a finger in her pussy. Already close, Chantelle began to moan. As I licked back down towards her pussy, she grasped my hair in her hand and pulled me back to her clit. I began running my tongue just up and down over her clit as she said "Oh.. Yes... right there, right there..." I replaced one finger with two, working them into her soaking pussy. As I pushed them deep into her and wiggled, I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked faster. She moaned and began to thrust her hips against my head, pulling me tighter to her, her legs closing around me as she came. 

I continued to lick her clit until she reached down to push me away from her pussy. After she released me, I gave one last gentle lick to Chantelle's clit, and moved back up to kiss her as I had her sit up. I was a bit surprised that she had no reluctance to kiss me even after I'd gone down on her, and we shared several passionate kisses as I slowly withdrew my fingers from her. I knew I tasted like her, and although I remembered she'd been with another woman once or twice when she was younger, wasn't sure this would translate to kissing me after I'd gone down on her.

She shivered as I exited her, and we just remained still for a few minutes, holding each other. 

"Whew," she said after a minute. "Was that my hostess gift?" 

I smacked my head. "A hostess gift? Damn, I knew I forgot something."

She laughed. "No worries, baby. I'll just make you earn your keep some other way."

She hopped down off the island and looked around the kitchen. "I'm a little hungry. Do you want to grab some food? I'm not sure I have anything here for a nice meal."

"Sure, that sounds good." We went into the bedroom and got dressed. I took a minute to gently wipe off Chantelle's pussy with a warm washcloth before she put on her thong. "I really, really like this, Chantelle." I gave it a little stroke as I said this.

"Thanks, I like it too. But - HEY! None of that right now, we need to have dinner."

"Oh, OK, maybe later."

"Yes, yes, later. Let's go." Chantelle put on a leather mini-skirt, something I hadn't seen before, and a white tank top. Simple, elegant, hot. 

And out we went. 

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Being in the southwest, we ended up at a good Mexican restaurant, sitting next to each other in a booth in a dim back corner. We got caught up on news and what we were both up to, but there were definitely overtones of closeness that we both felt. Little things - touching hands, our legs up against each other, lots of things you'd associate with us being a couple - except that we weren't. Well, maybe we were for the weekend. We were certainly acting like it. The tables had tablecloths, and at one point, I ran my hand up Chantelle's thigh almost to her pussy. "Stop that!" She gave my hand a little smack.

The rest of dinner was pretty typical. We discussed what we were going to do over the next couple of days. If the weather was nice enough, we planned to hit the zoo, and maybe a baseball game, or some museums if it ended up raining. [We talked about how we expected to be in bed a lot too, but agreed we couldn't quite do that 24 hours a day.] We also talked about dinner the next night. 

"I was thinking we could cook dinner at home, and invite Jess over to make it with us. What do you think?"

"Your cooking friend? Sure, sounds like fun. We'll just go shopping for ingredients tomorrow."




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 04



"And I think she likes the zoo. If we end up going can we invite her to that, too?"

"Sure, the more the merrier."

Chantelle texted Jess, and over the course of dinner we made a plan for her to come over about five o'clock the next night. We also said we'd text in the morning if we ended up heading to the zoo. I was looking forward to meeting Jess. Chantelle told me she was really attractive (but in an all-American-girl way rather than a porn-star way, a description that also fit Chantelle), and nice, and was really an open, friendly person. 

Things heated up with Chantelle and I a little bit during dessert. We shared a piece of cake with an awesome chocolate sauce drizzled over it. Being silly, we each took some on our finger and fed it to the other. I also took some and tried to put it on Chantelle's thigh, telling her I wanted to lick it off her later. She rolled her eyes at me, but allowed me to put my hand under the table on her thigh. I deposited the little dab of chocolate I had, but then, while I was looking into her eyes, I continued to slide my hand further up. We'd had enough wine at this point that she didn't stop me, and I quickly found my hand at the top of her thighs. I could feel the heat from between her legs, and I gently stroked my fingers over the surface of her thong. But when I tried to pull it to the side to reach her pussy, Chantelle stopped me, telling me "There's enough of that at home. Let's get out of here." We paid the bill, and quickly drove home.

We picked up where we left off as soon as we got back to Chantelle's. Closing the door, I turned to find Chantelle right there, eager to kiss me. Her kisses now were insistent and hard, and she pressed me back against the door. Her hips ground into me. My cock hardened, and she ran her hand down to it. "I see you're ready for more."

"Oh, I could be convinced." 

"Come on." Chantelle took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Reaching the bed, she threw herself backwards on it. Her mini-skirt, already pretty mini, rode up her hips, allowing me to see her thong. She pointed at her thigh and said, "I believe you have some chocolate here to take care of. Don't you?" 

I crawled onto the bed between Chantelle's legs. Taking her left leg in my hands, I turned it slightly and pushed it out a little, giving me access to where I had smeared chocolate, and also having the effect of making her skirt ride up even higher. Starting at her knee, I worked my way slowly up her thigh toward her pussy, alternately planting gentle kisses on her and giving her small licks. After I kissed her left leg, I switched and began kissing the right one, stroking Chantelle's tan skin with my tongue, working towards her skirt and thong. 

Finally reaching the small bit of chocolate that remained on her, I sucked the flesh of her thigh into my mouth, licking with my tongue to be sure I had it all. I had my hands on her thighs as well, first holding her leg for me to reach, and then separating her legs further as I moved up. I brought my hand up to the edge of Chantelle's thong, and I began running my fingertips along the edge of the black material covering her mound. After getting the last of the chocolate off her, I resumed giving her small kisses, working my way toward the junction of her thigh and torso. 

As my breath hit her pussy, Chantelle shivered. Her thong was wet, and I pulled the thin strip of material to the side, revealing her swollen lips. I stroked down her slit, separating her lips with my finger, and began to probe inside her pussy. With my left hand, I moved to open her lips, holding them open so I could see the pink skin inside them. Her inner flesh was glistening in the light of the bedroom lamps. After a couple of circles around the outside of her pussy, I slid my finger in deeper, finding that it slid in with almost no friction. I began to work a second finger into Chantelle's pussy, twisting my fingers around until they were both fully lubricated and moved easily inside her pussy. Chantelle gave a small moan as she felt my two fingers enter her. I turned my hand upward and crooked my fingers, feeling her pubic bone and probing for her g-spot. 

I brought my face close to Chantelle's pussy, licking at her clit and around my fingers while I kept them in. I had to hold her thong to the side to do this, and as it started to get in the way, decided it had to go. Shifting up the bed to lie next to her, I whispered, "We need to get this off." She shifted around, raising her hips as I kissed her. After her thong was off, I returned my hand to her pussy, and then brought it up in front of me. I could see her juice glistening on my finger. Seeing that she was watching me, I brought my hand up between us and breathed deeply of her aroma. I could see Chantelle's nostrils flare as her scent hit her too. I put out my tongue and licked up one side of my finger, my eyes locked on hers. Chantelle smiled a little and leaned in, licking up the other side, and then taking my whole finger in her mouth. She ran her tongue over it, looking me in the eyes the whole time. In a few seconds, she released my hand, letting her head fall back against the pillow. I leaned in to kiss her again. 

"How do you taste?"

"Mmm, good. Excited." 

"Me too." I was as hard as a rock inside my shorts. I gave her one more kiss. "Now excuse me, but I have some things to do." I turned my body around, bringing my head back down to her crotch and resting it on her thigh. I spread her legs back out and returned my hands to her pussy, this time spreading her open with my right hand while I dipped a finger from left hand into her pussy. Pulling it out, I rubbed it over her clit, eliciting a gasp from Chantelle. I slid the two fingers of my right hand back into her pussy, working to coordinate the movements of my fingers in her pussy with the movement of my fingers on her clit. I leaned in and began to lick her clit as I continued to rub over it, even rubbing it on one side with my tongue while I rubbed the other side with my finger. As I did this, Chantelle reached out to me and unsnapped my shorts, pushing them down over my legs, along with my boxers. She slid her hand up my thigh, making me shiver, and reached my cock. She took me in her hand and began stroking very gently as I focused on her.

As I continued to lick Chantelle's clit, I pulled my two fingers out of her pussy and brought my ring finger together with them. Bringing them back to her, I slowly twisted them as I began to insert them into her, gently trying to open her tight pussy up enough to accommodate my digits. I continued to work my fingers around, wetting them with her juices. Pulling my fingers together as tight as I could, I slowly worked all three inside, feeling her stretch. "Oh, God..." I heard her moan softly. God, she is tight when I use all three. And so wet. Glancing up, I saw that Chantelle's eyes were closed, with her breathing beginning to get ragged as I continued. Eventually my fingers were in to the second knuckle, and then a little more, until the palm of my hand was pressing against her. Pulling back, my push back in with all three was rewarded with another small gasp. I continued to rub and lick her clit as I held my hand tight to her body, moving my fingers very slowly in and out. 

After a few minutes, Chantelle had brought her hand to the back of my head, starting to pull me tighter against her pussy. As she did, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ran my forefinger down below her pussy. Finding her asshole, I began to rub my index finger over her rosebud, which was already wet from the juices dripping down the crack of her ass. I could feel her ridged skin beneath my finger, and began to push in as I found her entrance. Chantelle gasped as my finger entered her, and I paused at the first knuckle. I could feel her ass pulsing as it tightened around me. I murmured, "Relax, relax." After a second, I could feel her unclench, and began to push my finger in a little deeper. My cock got even harder in Chantelle's hand as I felt my finger penetrate past the muscular outer rim of her ass. I paused with my first knuckle all the way past her rim, feeling her different heat and softness around my fingertip as I felt her ass tight around my finger. 

Chantelle had gotten very still and held her breath as I penetrated her ass, but let out a pent-up breath and slowly began to move against my finger as I stayed still. Shifting, I began to push my thumb against the entrance to Chantelle's pussy, stroking to open her lips, and then pressing it into her. Her eyes flew open as she felt my thumb penetrate while I was in her ass. As wet as she now was, my thumb slid in easily, and with more pressure now, I began to push both my index finger and thumb into her more deeply. A whimpering noise came from Chantelle, and she arched to pull back from me, but then felt both of my fingers penetrate fully into her. "Ohh.. oh.. umm..." The palm of my hand was now pressed firmly against her pussy, my index finger and thumb both inside her as far as they would go. She pushed back down, and I could feel the finger in her ass through the wall of her pussy. "Oh, oh, shit..." Chantelle was muttering. I moved my fingers around, almost pinching them together, and she moaned.

Knowing that Chantelle had liked double penetration from when Tom and I were together with her, I didn't think it would take her long to come. With my fingers in her, I returned my lips and tongue to Chantelle's pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I also took her lips in my fingers, alternating pinching them shut around her clit and rubbing over her with my fingers, and opening her lips so that my tongue could penetrate between them and run over her clit. I began to rub her clit directly, and a little bit faster. As I did this, I pulled my fingers out slightly, then pushed back in, enjoying the sensation of exploring and pushing as deeply into her ass as I could. 

Chantelle began making continuous noises, and her hand clenched the sheet next to her. I felt her on the edge of her orgasm, her pussy and ass both starting to clench around my fingers. I twisted my fingers around as best I could, then pushed them deep into Chantelle again, trying to push her over the edge. "OH, yes, your fingers, full, OH, oh..." Her hand grasping at the sheets, her body arched, pushing her pussy and clit harder against my hand. 

"OH.. OH, shit... Dave... Oh, oh, oh... God, oh, ahhhhhhh... " Chantelle's body stiffened, her moans becoming almost a sobbing, an almost continuous sound as she finally came. Her ass clenched around my finger, and she pushed down to force me in before pulling back, her legs clenching around my fingers and hand. I continued to push into her, although I slowed down my motions on her clit. After a second she reach down to stop me, and I paused, keeping my hand on her pussy, but simply holding her. 

I moved from between her legs, shifting around to lay back next to Chantelle. I leaned over to kiss her, then let her relax as she came back to earth. "Mmm, that was good. Thanks."

"Anytime." We lay there for a few minutes. After a bit, Chantelle rolled over to kiss me more, and reached down to run her hand over my hip to my cock, which had softened a bit. As we kissed, she began to play, stroking her hand over it very lightly, and running her hand over my balls. I bent my leg to give her better access, and she cupped my balls gently before running her hand up them back to my cock. I hardened fast, and Chantelle reached down with both hands, running one up my shaft while the other played with my balls.

Her hands felt great on me. She was rubbing just lightly, teasing me a little, and I found myself thrusting a bit into her hand, trying to get more contact. She took my shaft in her hand and squeezed from the base to the tip. I could feel precum forced from the head of my cock, and Chantelle ran her finger over the tip, collecting it and bringing it to her lips. Sucking her finger into her mouth, she then leaned over to kiss me as she returned her hand to my cock. 

Chantelle disengaged and pushed me onto my back, then leaned over my cock and brought her head down to it. She licked around my head, and then started taking me into her mouth. She worked her way down slowly, wetting my cock as she went, until I was all the way in. Then she pulled back up, licking me and bringing her hand up as well, rubbing as well as sucking me. She swirled her tongue around my head again, and then began a rhythmic up and down with her mouth and hand. She used her other hand to play with my balls, rubbing under them, then up and around. She licked down the base of my shaft and ran her tongue over my balls, and then back up.

After a minute Chantelle disengaged again, pushed me up against the pillows, and moved down so she was sitting between my legs. Lowering her head to my cock again, she wet my cock with her mouth, stroking me with her hand as it got wet with her saliva. This position also gave her other hand free reign to explore my balls, and lower. She pressed a finger against me behind my balls, and gradually worked down as she continued to suck me. As she neared my asshole, I arched in anticipation, mentally encouraging her to go further. After teasing me for a bit as she circled in, she placed her finger squarely on my rosebud and started to rub gently. "Mmmm," I moaned, clenching my asshole as she pushed just a little.

Pulling away from my ass momentarily, Chantelle took her mouth off my rock-hard cock and brought her finger to her mouth. Continuing to stroke me, she made a show of wetting her finger with her tongue. Then she reached back under me and began to press it into my asshole. Her touch was gentle, but firm, and she soon had her finger in to the first knuckle, then the second. She paused, giving my ass time to adjust to the intrusion. I held very still, relaxing my ass so I could enjoy her entry. She leaned back over and resumed sucking my cock while she withdrew, then pushed deeper. Chantelle soon had her finger in me as deep as it would go. She had her thumb pressed against my taint, while I could feel her finger pushing on my prostate. 

The sensation was incredible, and I knew I wouldn't last long with her finger in my ass. I reached down and put my hand on her head, whispering "slow down." She did, but then did something I didn't expect by pulling her finger out of my ass. 

"No wait, I didn't mean..."

"Shhh," she shushed me. "Just wait." I felt her probing at my ass again, and she began to enter me again. But somehow it felt bigger. 

"What are you doing?" I muttered, looking down at her.

"Seeing if you can take two fingers. I think you can. Just relax."

Two? I'd often used a vibrator up my ass (or had one used on me), and it was definitely bigger than one finger, but I didn't think I'd ever had two fingers. I settled back, staring at the ceiling, trying to enjoy the sensation of stretching that I was getting. Every once in a while she'd push and I'd react, trying to pull away, but Chantelle had a lot of patience, and just kept saying, "Relax, relax." Eventually I did, and she worked her two fingers in. I felt much more full and stretched than I had before, and when she wiggled her fingers, the sensation made me gasp. 

I began to push against her fingers as she resumed sucking my cock. The combination of sensations was incredible - her hand and mouth sliding up and down my cock, her fingers probing in my backside. I began thrusting into her mouth faster, pushing her fingers deeper every time I went down.

"Oh, shit," I muttered. "Oh. Oh Chantelle. Shit. Oh, Chantelle, I'm close... Oh shit, here it, oh, I'm going to cum, shit Oh OH...." With that I stiffened, and then I erupted into Chantelle's mouth for the second time that evening. I thrust deep into her mouth again, and then again. She held her mouth still to catch my come in it, swallowing as I came, but continued to move her hand on my shaft, milking me until finally I gave a final thrust and then had to withdraw from her mouth because the sensation was just too much. I collapsed back to the bed, just letting my heart slow down.

Chantelle still had her fingers in me, and I reached down to hold her hand still while I pulled myself off of her. "Oh, shit," I groaned as her fingers came out of me. I felt a bit empty without her fingers, but I needed to stop the sensations, and collapsed to the bed panting. Chantelle made a show of licking her lips and gently licking my cock just a few more strokes, swallowing visibly once more before climbing back up by me to lay next to me, putting her arm over my chest. 

I gave Chantelle just a small kiss - my own come has never been my favorite - and closed my eyes to relax. In a few minutes we went and got cleaned up for bed, but this was how we fell asleep, me on my back, my naked cock on display, while Chantelle snuggled me from the side. What a start to my trip. I was just as happy Tom wasn't there to have to share Chantelle - one-on-one time suited me just fine.

I woke alone, a bit disoriented and wondering where I was. After a minute I recognized the sound of the shower and remembered where I was. I went to the second bathroom, where I brushed my teeth, and came back to bed before Chantelle was out of the shower. The shower shut off, and a minute later she came back into the room, drying off with a big fluffy towel. "Morning, sunshine!" she said, practically bouncing onto the bed. I pulled her to me and gave her a kiss. She responded, giving me small kisses as she pressed up against me. I reached under her towel to touch her smooth skin, pulling her even closer. I could feel my cock start to harden as she brushed against it.

We kissed again, with our kisses becoming a little more intense. Chantelle reached down and touched my erection, laughing a little as she joked that it didn't seem to take much. I responded by rolling over on top of her, then getting up on my knees so that I could unwrap her towel. I had a full hard on by now, and as she reached out to stroke it, I reached down and gently stroked her from her belly button down over her mound. She looked and smelled clean, fresh out of the shower, and I leaned over and began to lick her pussy. This morning I mostly used my lips and tongue on her, only using my fingers to rub her clit when my mouth wasn't on it. I dipped my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting her salty-sweetness, and feeling the warm smooth sides of her pussy surround my tongue. I licked the length of her slit from top to bottom, and then sucked her clit into my mouth. She seemed to especially like it when I ran my tongue over her clit while I sucked it into my mouth, and so I repeatedly did, pausing to stick my tongue back inside her pussy.

On one of my voyages licking down her slit, I let my tongue wander further. Chantelle had let me lick her ass before, and with her fresh out of the shower and with (no doubt) all of her holes clean, I wanted to do it again. I lifted her hips just a couple of inches for access, and began running my tongue over her rosebud. "Ooh!" she squealed. I continued to rub her clit as I licked her ass, alternately teasing her by running the tip of my tongue around the edge of her asshole, licking over her with the flat of my tongue, and making my tongue hard as I tried to push it inside her. I thought to myself, I love this. And I love that she loves it! I was so hard that I was aching as I licked her.

After a few minutes, Chantelle began to wiggle under my tongue and fingers, and I knew she was getting close. I moved up her body. Holding myself up on my arms over her, I whispered, "I want you Chantelle, I want to make love to you. Now."

"Yesss, now, please." She pulled me down on top of her. My cock nudged at her entrance, and I gradually moved forward and back, lining up with her pussy and starting to work in. She was tight first thing in the morning, and it took several gentle strokes until I was able to get my head past the entrance to her pussy. Once I got that far, it took about three strokes until I was fully lubricated, and I could start stroking in and out in earnest. I began to push deep in her, and started to go faster. My pubic bone pushed hard against her clit, and I pushed myself deeper and deeper. Chantelle began to make a continuous moan, rising in volume each time I thrust in. I could feel myself getting close too, quick this morning, but Chantelle's tight pussy and her own evident excitement was driving me to it fast. I felt my cock swelling as my orgasm approached. Hers was coming too.




Teaching Chantelle Ch. 04



I buried my face in Chantelle's neck, thrusting as hard as I could. I muttered, "Oh, shit, gonna come ..." I thrust once, twice, three times more, feeling my orgasm starting deep in my balls. I could feel the walls of Chantelle's pussy tighten around the head of my cock, and this put me over the edge. I exploded deep in her, thrusting hard but losing my rhythm as I came deep in her pussy. I swear I could feel the warmth of my semen surrounding my cock, and this pushed me to a second explosion, and a third. With this, Chantelle came too, thrusting back against me and crying out with her orgasm. We continued to rock against each other, my cock still spasming in her pussy, and her pussy tightening around my cock. Finally we slowed, and I collapsed on top of her, holding myself up just enough to avoid suffocating her.

After a minute, my softening cock finally came out of Chantelle, and I rolled off to the side. We lay there for a few minutes just breathing.

"Wow." I finally said. "Chantelle, that was... amazing." 

"Iit's our special connection. And I think that proved we still have it."

"It sure did." 

After another few minutes, Chantelle said, "I need another shower though." 

"Can I join you?"

"OK, but remember, Jess is coming to dinner. We need to go shopping, so no funny business."

I mock pouted, but she was right, we needed to get going. As I idly stroked Chantelle's breasts before we got up, I wondered if having Jess around might lead anywhere. Ah well, probably not, but a guy could hope, couldn't he?