This is the second in a series of text files describing
amorous episodes I wish Nick had recorded for posterity.

    My first story described my first adventure with Linda, a
former coworker and former lover.  This describes her further
immersion in the world of sex.
    It begins with our third "date" when the two of us -- night
workers both -- got together at her home after work one night for
a drink and whatever.
     We proceeded to the "whatever" almost immediately after
arriving at her duplex.  Bottle of wine and glasses in hand, we
raced up the stairs to her bedroom.
     I slowly removed the few articles of clothing she wore,
letting my eyes and hands wander freely over each new inch of
skin I unveiled.  My cock began to rise as I felt her small but
firm tits nestling like doves in my hands and her nipples
hardening into pink gumdrops between my fingers.
     When her jeans fell to the floor and she kicked them off, I
slid my hands inside her panties to squeeze her firm, round ass
and rub a finger teasingly up the crack between her cheeks.
     She murmured her appreciation as I pulled her panties to her
ankles and then gasped as my fingers rubbed against the brown fur
hiding her pussy. Harder and lower my fingers pressed, finding
and parting her cunt lips, which sent her soaring into the first
panting, moaning orgasm of the night.
     Her knees were trembling like aspen leaves as I led her to
the bed and pushed her back onto it.  She watched quietly as I
stripped, except to ooh as my cock sprang forth half-erect, then
opened her arms to me as I lay beside her.
     Once again my hands were all over her body, while she
grasped my pole and began stroking it to the hardness of steel.
She started cumming again as soon as I touched her clit, and went
into a hip-churning climax that rattled her brass bed as soon as
I thrust my fingers into that hot, wet pussy.
     Naturally, I decided to cool her down my favorite way --
with a nice, refreshing tongue bath.
     First, I took the wine from the bedside table and dribbled
just a few drops onto each nipple, then licked and sucked them
clean.  Far from cooling her down, this set Linda off again.
     So I dribbled a few more drops of wine onto her chest, down
her belly and into the fringe of pubic hair.  Then my tongue
followed the wine trail, cleaning her and exciting her.  Finally,
I grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward her head until I
could pour a few drops of wine on and into her pussy.  At that, I
returned the bottle to the table and again bent my efforts toward
licking her clean, while she moaned and bucked her hips against
my face. The wine perfumed and accented the taste of her cunt as
I lapped at her and thrust my tongue into her hot flesh.

     Eating pussy is one of my favorite things, and Linda's was
an especially nice one: soft, curly brown hair framing pouty lips


and a smooth pink interior, a clit that protruded pertly when she
became aroused (which seemed to be all the time -- I've never met
a woman who came so often or with such little stimulation), a
sweet, fresh smell, and a delicious honey taste (which she
attributed to vegetarianism).
     And she loved every one of my moves, whether it was blowing
gently on her clit, licking or nibbling her pussy lips, sticking
my tongue as far as possible into her, licking or sucking
furiously on her clit.  Any and all would make her cum and keep
her cumming.
     Because I like eating pussy so much and do it as often as
possible, my tongue has developed a fair amount of endurance.
But Linda could wear me out -- not that she was insatiable in her
demands, but that her enthusiastic response made me want to
perform for as long as possible.  This night was no exception, so
I ate Linda until my tongue was so tired I could barely speak.
     Linda must have sensed my fatigue, for she suggested a wine
break and I was glad of it.  We talked a little (about sex
naturally) as we sipped the wine, the first intelligible words
either of us had spoken since undressing.
     After all these years, I can't recall the conversation.  But
I do remember her final, dick-rousing question and what followed:
     "Max, you do me so well -- I'd like to repay you in some
way.  Will you teach me how to do that to you?"
     "How to do what?" I asked innocently.
     "You know."
     "Of course, I know.  Say it."
     "To suck your thing."
     "My cock?"
     "Yes. Your cock."
     "Say it.  Say you want me to teach you to suck my cock."
     "Max, teach me to suck cock."
     "Whose cock?"
     "Your cock.  Max, don't joke with me! I want to suck your
cock!  Please teach me how."

     Linda was an adept pupil.
     I had her kneel between my legs and take my cock in both
small hands.
     "Just lick the tip ever so gently," I ordered.  Her tongue
snaked out and, nervously at first, brushed across the purple tip
of my prick.  The more her tongue ministered to my cock, the
harder I became and the less nervous she became.  Soon she was
flicking the head lightly but rapidly with her tongue, creating a
sensation not unlike brushing it with a feather.
     "Now swirl your tongue all over the head, make it gleam with
saliva."  She followed instructions to perfection, burnishing the
hot tip with her tongue and raising my temperature considerably.
This promised to be a short lesson.
     "That's good. Oooh, that's good. ... Play with my balls
while you're doing that."  I felt one hand begin weighing my
testes, lightly squeezing and caressing.


     "Now just lick from the tip to my balls and back. ... Do it
slowly because I want to enjoy this, not cum too soon."
     The delicacy of her caress allowed me to cool down a bit,
but I was soon eager to move on toward the grand finale.
     "Now do what you were doing before, when you were polishing
the tip with your tongue. ... That's right.  That's sooo good!
... Now open your mouth wide and take the head of my cock inside.
... Oooh, yes."
     I put a hand on the back of her head and guided her into a
slow bobbing on my rod.  My whole body was rigid, all my
existence focused on the three or four inches of cock she was
stroking with her hot mouth.
     Her instincts had taken over now, and they were good ones --
her tongue was lashing at my meat as she pumped her head up and
down.  One hand stroked my cock in contrapuntal rhythm, the other
caressed my balls in time with the silent music she was playing
on my skin flute.
     "Oh, baby, baby, I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!" I shouted as I
felt the cum begin racing up my prick toward that loving orifice.
Images of Mt. St. Helens and Old Faithful could have flashed
through my mind had another eruption not been foremost in my
thoughts.
     She quickly took her mouth away, but her busy hands kept up
there work, coaxing hot ropes of juice out of my pulsing prick
onto my belly.
     "What a flood!" she said.  "I'm sorry I was afraid to let it
shoot in my mouth, but I couldn't imagine what it would be like.
... I do want to taste you, though," she said, and bent to take
my softening prick in her mouth.  Her tongue was warm and urging,
her mouth gently sucking as she dragged the last dribbles of cum
from me.  The sensation was so strong, so nearly an intense
tickle, that I finally, reluctantly pushed her away.
"Delicious," she said with a smile as she dropped back beside me
on the bed.
     She'd done well for the first time, and I told her so as we
neared the end of the glasses of wine we had so largely ignored.
     "I'll get better, you know," she said, "but it will take a
lot of practice."
     "I'll be happy to help you with that," I assured her.
     "Do you need to practice anything now?" she asked.  "Tongue
calisthenics, perhaps?"
     That sounded like a good idea -- some measure of lingual
strength had returned, and I rarely turn down an invitation to go
muff diving.  So the wine was returned to the table while she
spread her legs for me.
     "No," I said, "this time I want you to sit on my face."
     "How do I do that?"
     I lay flat on the bed and instructed her to kneel straddling
my head and to grasp the brass railing at the head of the bed.
     "Now bring that pussy down here where I can get at it," I
ordered, and she willingly obeyed, pushing her hot cunt against


my face as my tongue strained upward to lick her and my hands
grabbed her ass to pull her even closer.
     I almost regretted having made this suggestion: Her weight
combined with the force with which her hips bucked during her
nearly incessant orgasms to batter my face violently.  But I was
enjoying her extraordinary pleasure and didn't want to stop (nor
could I ask her to ease up, since her weight was pushing her
pussy against my mouth like a gag).
     Before she could cause bodily damage, however, she rolled
off me in exhaustion, and for long moments the only sounds were
of our deep, fatigued breathing.
     "Thank God for brass beds," she finally murmured.  "If it
hadn't been for that rail, I'd have collapsed the first time I
came. ... Pass me my wine, would you please?"

     Give Linda credit for being nearly insatiable.  When we'd
rested and savored our wine for a few minutes, she snuggled next
to me and quietly said, "Teacher, could I practice that lesson
you gave me earlier?  I wouldn't want to forget anything you
taught me."
     "I suppose so," I said with a mock sigh of annoyance.
     "I'll try not to impose too often," she said as she
slithered down the bed and stretched out between my legs.
     She bent straight to her work, taking all of my near-limp
prick into her mouth.  Her fingers toyed with my balls and her
tongue bathed the flaccid flesh, which began stiffening as she
lapped at it.
     Her teeth nipped at the swelling rod causing a gentle sting,
and one hand began stroking the part of the shaft that would no
longer fit into her mouth as my cock enlarged.
     Then her head was bouncing up and down, short quick strokes,
aided and abetted by her hands, and again I could feel the cum
being dragged from me.
     And then ... she stopped, leaving me panting for relief.
     "Not yet," she said.  "I want you to enjoy this a little
longer. ... You are enjoying this, aren't you?"
     She laughed brightly when I groaned in response, then
reached for the wine bottle.  She took a small mouthful from the
bottle, handed me the bottle to hold, and pushed her wine-filled
mouth down onto my cock.
     The alcohol was ice hot on the tip of my cock, but her mouth
was hotter as her head plunged down as far as it could on the
shaft.  My whole body tensed, then exploded in her mouth,
mingling a stream of cum with the wine, which she gulped down.
     She sucked and licked until the last drops of cum had been
swallowed, then she wriggled back beside me.
     "You know," she said reflectively, "I don't think cabernet
goes well with cum -- next time, let's try zinfandel."

NEXT: LINDA GOES PUBLIC
ke the head of my cock inside.
... Oooh, yes."
     I put a hand on the back of her