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September 11 A Park Affair: Part 2
A Park Affair: Part 2
A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life.
In 4 parts, by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 3: Regrets?
Wendy
I woke the next morning lying beside a man who wasn’t
my husband and felt good about it. I didn’t feel a bit of guilt as I
looked at him. I’d done two, one-night stands in my life and wasn’t
excited with what I found next to me in the morning. One of the reasons I had
sworn off drinking before meeting my husband. The amazing part was, I
didn’t feel a bit horny at the moment and wondered if that was going to
be a problem–would he want more from me now?
As I lay there I wondered if he had saved my life, not
merely by accident because of the baseball, but because he saw I was troubled
and stayed with me, so I wouldn’t try to use the pistol again. That was
what I had intended. I simply didn’t know if he had or not, but probably.
His bringing me home with him had certainly changed my thinking in that regard.
I’d been ready to end my life over a man Robb felt wasn’t worthy of
my consideration. Not that the passion he had shown as he lay into me
didn’t tell me I was desirable to at least one man. It had a tremendous
effect on me for reasons I didn’t fully understand, and maybe never
would.
I felt a movement, then Robb rolled over toward me, his eyes
open. When he saw me looking at him he smiled, causing me smile back.
“Could you spare a kiss this morning? He asked.
"You mean could I spare a kiss and something
else?”
“A kiss and then you let me hold you for a while. The
something else is up to you.”
I laughed as I rolled over onto him, “Make way mister,
you’re going to get an armful of woman.”
I snuggled into him and heard him reply. “You mean an
armful of beautiful woman.”
The words melted me immediately. If he had wanted to control
me for his pleasure, he had me–no contest. We lay together not speaking
for a while, his hands caressing my leg and arm. I kissed his neck a few times,
then snuggled and closed my eyes again–he pulled me closer. I could hear
his heart beating, feel his chest rise and fall, and smell him. When was the last
time I had been so intimate and comfortable with a man? I couldn’t
remember for sure. It was sad, but I couldn’t, not even with my husband.
Shit! My husband. I was going to have to go home and face
him today. Would he even notice I hadn’t come home? If he did would he
even care? Knowing him, his only concern was that I would make him look
bad–his wife not home and obedient where she should be. He would push for
me to attend Fellowship with him in the afternoon to keep up appearances with
the congregation. I pushed the thought away as my stomach tightened.
I’d make this time with Robb last another hour, then
face the reality of my life. At this juncture I realized I had one to live
thanks to someone who cared enough for a woman crying on a park bench to intervene.
It was as incredible as it seemed I realized. I was lying in bed with a man in
my panties after he had promised to do what I asked of him to end my despair.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“Yes, actually I am.”
“Does scrambled eggs, corned-beefed hash, and toast
sound good to you?”
The words made my mouth start to water. I realized I
hadn’t eaten but the Danish since the previous morning. My stomach gave
an audible growl and I placed my hand over it as if it would hush it.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’”,
he laughed lightly.
“I have to pee,” I slid out of bed and headed
for the bathroom.
I finished my business, washed my hands, than looked into
the mirror while running my fingers through my hair. I thought I looked
hideous. Then I thought again about why I was here in the first place.
That’s what a tart looks like. At least a satisfied
one.
I swallowed hard, opened the bathroom door, and walked into
the bedroom to see Robb sitting on the edge of the bed in his briefs. When he
saw me his jaw dropped.
“My god! Wendy, you’re gorgeous. Drop dead
gorgeous.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, looking down to see my breasts
standing proud, my flat stomach, pantie clad pelvis, my shapely legs, and my
red polished toenails. The sunlight coming in through the window hitting my
skin warmed it ever so slightly. I looked up at him as he rose from the bed
with a smile. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do– grab me and
take me without asking?
“My turn. Why don’t you get dressed, I’ll
join you in a minute, so we can eat.”
The bathroom door closed and I walked to where my blouse and
skirt lie on the floor. His words, his expression, his smile of obvious delight
with my appearance all came back to me. I put my bra on, finished dressing, and
sat on the edge of the bed looking around. The bedroom was tastefully decorated
and there was no sign in the form of a photograph, or other articles suggesting
he had a girlfriend.
Okay, if he was unattached that made it easier, I
wasn’t the 'other woman’. At least I hoped I wasn’t. I knew
who my husband was screwing when I saw them from the hallway– she headed
the prayer group that met on Friday nights almost every week.
I had gone to several of them and stopped going as it was
too much for me– touting how a woman should respect her husband and honor
his wishes even if she weren’t entirely onboard with it. Yes, she
espoused Christian women bear the fruit of the Spirit- love, joy, peace,
patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Well,
so much for faithfulness and self-control parts. Peace might work too if you
spelled it 'piece’ and added two words.
She was thin, with big boobs, and blonde hair that came out
of a bottle. I’d met her husband twice and he made my husband look really
good by comparison. It was obvious to me some of her prayers hadn’t been
answered. That, or God’s plan for her was as flawed as my own. My husband
was so deep into her they never noticed I was in the house. I had simply left
in tears, devastated at the sight.
Robb
I was a little nervous as I opened my eyes–was she
going to be ashamed, guilty, for what we’d done last night? Seeing her in
the dim light the night before gave me hints she was well-endowed. It
hadn’t taken much effort to get her to orgasm. In fact, I had hardly
gotten started when she gasped, and I felt her muscles contact around me. When
she got on top she didn’t hold anything back– she went all out. It
was when she walked out of the bathroom that I saw her in full light for the
first time– she was absolutely beautiful. Her husband had to be a real
piece of work to walk away from someone like her.
I was pleased I’d taken a low profile approach and
brought her into my arms to comfort her when we woke. When she smiled her teeth
showed from between nicely formed lips, her blue eyes sparkled. Though I knew
it unwise to feel so protective, it made me want to never let her go. I
reminded myself again she was separated from her husband, not divorced. She
could go back to him, they could work things out. There are always two sides to
a story– I could be the one to ruin their marriage. I had to admit it
bothered me. Shit, what was I thinking? After what I saw, this woman was
hurting and I had done the right thing by her.
Don’t overthink this dude, she needed someone, and you
were there.
Wendy
I sat with a glass of orange juice as he made breakfast. I
felt a little awkward just sitting there doing nothing. My husband would never
cook because that was a woman’s job. I tried to lighten the mood a little
by asking Robb what he had planned for the day– at least it was a safe
question.
“I volunteer at the Community Food Bank, so I’ll
be working there most of the afternoon.”
“Really, that sounds nice, I bet you meet a lot of
interesting people there.”
“I do, but sometimes it’s hard to see how many
people with young children have to rely on it. I never knew how many people
live right on the edge until I started there. It makes me appreciate I have a
good education and a well-paying job.”
“So, what do you do?”
“Computer Aided Design, CAD, for an engineering firm.
It pays well and has regular hours. How about you?”
It struck me that after talking with him for hours I’d
never mentioned my job once. But, then in my emotional state that was the last
thing on my mind.
“I work as a clerical for a law firm, close to a
paralegal I guess, but they don’t pay me for that.”
“Wendy, I have to ask. How are you feeling? Are you
going to be ready to go home and feel safe?”
“He’s not abusive physically, so I’m not
worried about that. But, in all honesty I’m dreading having to spend the
afternoon with him, and I know he’ll demand it.”
“Do you want to stay another few hours?”
“Thanks, but I know I should go home, take a shower,
and get into some fresh clothes. I’m going to have to deal with it and a
few hours here won’t change anything. Robb, about last night. Thank you,
I mean that. I needed what you gave me. You saved me from hurting
myself.”
“I think you should get some professional help. That
is if you can afford it.”
“I can’t, but I’ll deal with this.
I’ve been putting off making the decision, but after yesterday I know
I’m damned if I don’t.”
“What decision is that?”
“I want to get a divorce and move on with my life.
Thanks to you, I recognize killing myself wasn’t the way to punish him.
He would have won in a way, and I don’t want that. Call it what you will,
a form of revenge in a way, if I leave him. I have friends, family, and a job
that pays enough to live on if I do.”
We sat silent for a minute, eating in silence. Then I looked
up at him with a smile. “I promise not to do something stupid.”
“I want to believe that,” he replied with a firm
expression.
I reached for my shoulder bag hanging on the empty chair
next to me, and took out the pistol, handing it to him butt first.
“Here, keep this.”
He took the pistol from my hand and placed it on the counter
behind him, then looked at me.
“I suppose I should take you home.”
“Yes, but not home. Back to the park, I can walk from
there, I don’t…”
“I know. You don’t need to say it. I
wouldn’t want to make things any harder for you.”
“Thank you for being so understanding.”
“Wendy, give me your phone so I can put my contact
information in it. Just in case… well… in case you need a friend
again. By the way, you stayed with my wife Cindy and me last night. You know
her from… let’s see… she’s one of your clients from
work.”
I took my phone out and handed it to him. When he gave it
back I checked and saw he had put in 'Robb, Com. Food Bank’. I looked at
him with a frown.
“Just in case someone looks at your contacts. No
reason for a man’s first and last name to show up– it might cause
problems. If someone asks, you may decide to volunteer, and I’m the
contact person.”
I was pretty much lost in thought as he drove me to the
park. I felt myself tense, my stomach going into knots. I got out before Robb
could attempt to open the door for me and looked back into the car– my
emotions mixed with good and bad.
“Robb, thank you. I know it sounds lame, but you made
a difference, a big one. I can’t explain why I asked you to do what I
asked of you, maybe it was because I wanted to feel like a desirable woman
again.”
“Wendy, I can’t pretend to know you, all I can
say is you deserve to be happy. Please, don’t throw your life away, do
what you need to do to move your life forward. If you ever need a friend to
lean on call me. I promise to be there for you.”
I watched as he drove away, then turned and took the first
step back to a life filled with problems. Regardless of the outcome, I had a
life to rebuild and I was determined to make it better. It was time to face my
demons. Robb had given me that chance– I wasn’t going to waste it.
I had always been strong in the face of adversity and the one time I had
faltered there was someone who cared enough to pull me through. I would always
be grateful to him.
Chapter 4: Reflections
Robb
Well, this had been two of the strangest days in my life. I
save a woman from killing herself, comfort her by having sex with her, feed her
breakfast, and drop her off to return to a husband who doesn’t deserve
her. Sure, I was recovering from a failed relationship of long standing, but I
had never come close to committing suicide despite the pain. But, depression
affects people in different ways and some can climb out of it, others
can’t without help. I hoped Wendy had the strength to do what she needed
to do to make her life better.
I drove home wondering if I would ever get a phone call from
her in the future. After walking in the door I went to put things away in the
kitchen– there was the pistol sitting where I had left it. I hefted it,
it had been a long time since I had fired a pistol in the military; it still
felt familiar. I walked to the bedroom and to the closet, opened my fire safe,
and placed it inside along with the rounds I had taken out of the clip.
Wendy
I walked the fifteen minutes home thinking of what I would
need to do. I walked in the door after seeing his car in the driveway– he
was home. He was sitting in front of the TV watching a car race when I walked
in.
“Where have you been? We have to get ready for church
in a few hours you know.”
“I stayed with a friend last night. Sorry, I should
have called, or left a text.”
He looked at me with a wicked grin, “You go to the
bedroom and take your clothes off. We haven’t done it in a while, and
I’m feeling you might be good about now.”
I froze, my stomach went tight. If there was something I
didn’t want from him that was it.
“I’m not in the mood right now, maybe
later.”
“I’m not interested if you’re in the mood,
get yourself in the mood. I’ll be in after the race is over in about ten
minutes.”
“Honey, I’m sorry, I really don’t want to,
maybe after church this afternoon.”
He looked at me with a scowl. “You’re my wife,
that means you listen to what I need, and give it when I want it. It’s
probably those pills you take to avoid getting pregnant. I hear they mess up a
woman’s mind too. It’s time for you to stop taking them.”
'There’s nothing wrong with my mind that getting away
from you for a while won’t solve. You haven’t touched me in six
months, and now you want me to flop onto my back for you. Well, it’s not
going to happen this time.“
He turned the volume down on the TV and stared at me with
hard eyes, "What are you saying, you’re not going to be a
wife?”
“What! Be a wife only when you want to be a husband!
Why don’t you be a husband to me instead of spending all your time with
Joanne Winston,” my voice going shrill.
“Joanne has nothing to do with this,” he
thundered.
“I’m grateful for that. My Lord, I guess you
having her bent over the sofa, your cock inside her didn’t mean
anything.”
I saw is face grow taut, his jaw moving slightly, but he
didn’t say anything.
“Yes, I walked in and saw the both of you. You were so
intent on screwing her you didn’t even hear, or see me. I’m going
to divorce your ass.”
“You can’t talk to me that way. I had a moment
of weakness and I’ve prayed for forgiveness. I want to make it up to
you.”
“Oh, so you can go around screwing her for months and
you expect me to forgive you. I guess I’m not the hardcore Christian
woman you thought I was. I’m going to pack my clothes and things I need
and find someplace else to live until the divorce is final.”
He stormed towards me, grabbed my blouse and torn it open,
his eyes wild, “You’re in my house, you are my wife, I’m
going to have you as is my right. Now, we can do it the hard way, or the easy
way. But, I’m going to get my due out of you.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop him, he was
much too large for me to resist him. My mind scrambled to find a way to tamp
things down. For the first time I was afraid of being raped– by my own
husband. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight, but it was the only thing that
came to mind.
“Well, it’s about time you showed some real
interest in these,” as I placed my hands under my breasts and pushed them
up. I saw a look of confusion on his face. He stopped, his hands went down to
his sides as his eyes remained glued on my heaving chest.
I swallowed hard, it was taking every bit of strength for me
to take a step toward him. I planted a kiss on his cheek, my stomach
protesting, then forced a smile. “Finish watching your race, then come in
and treat me as your wife. I went off the pill a month ago if you want to
know.”
I watched as he sat back down on the sofa, his temper had
settled. I was sure he didn’t even think my comment about Joanne made a
difference– as far as he was concerned he’d been forgiven by the
Lord. Well, I wasn’t the Lord and the memory of them at the sofa was
fresh in my mind. He was going to hell as far as I was concerned and I knew he
would have company.
He looked at me, his face stoic. “This will be over in
about seven minutes. Glad you came to your senses.”
His words made me want to heave. I rushed down the hall,
into our bedroom, pulled out a suitcase and jammed underwear, a bra, some
blouses, a few pairs of slacks, and two pairs of shoes into it. I slipped out
the door into the garage as he stared at the TV. I didn’t have much, but
it would be enough for a few days until I could come back for more. The asshole
wasn’t ever going to touch me again.
I rushed to my car and was away as fast as I could go, the
tires squealing as I drove off. My last look was of him standing in front of
the garage in my rear-view mirror– I had gotten away. I got as far as the
park and pulled onto a side street and called my parents. They lived about two
hours away where my husband wasn’t likely to go. After a minute to settle
myself, I called and told them I was coming to spend the night and would leave
early for work in the morning. I Explained I would tell them what was going on
when I got there.
I started driving and felt my hands tremble as I gripped the
steering wheel. He had intended on taking me regardless of what I wanted and
the fear was now manifesting itself. I settled down after a while and the drive
to my parents’ home was enough time for me to reflect on my three years
with him. Three full years of my life down the drain because I wasn’t
mature enough to know better– our relationship had gone bad after no more
than a year. We had disagreed on one thing after another, at first small
things, then major things– like having children, and having money in a
savings account.
I spilled everything to my parents, well… not
everything. The pistol and Robb I omitted not wanting to admit I had been so
desperate. They sat silent and let me talk and when I was finished told me they
understood and would help me in any way they could. I took my suitcase into the
guest bedroom and sat down on the bed. I opened the suitcase to see what I had
selected in my haste to get out of the house hoping there was the right
combination to wear to work the next day.
I slept poorly, tossing and turning, thinking I had screwed
my life up big time. I had sought
32 min
September 10 A Park Affair: Part 1
A Park Affair: Part 1
A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life.
In 4 parts, by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1: Intervention - Wendy Meets Robb.
Wendy
I sat sullen, depressed, on the park bench in the early
evening watching a man playing catch with a boy, probably his son. I was
fingering the pistol inside my shoulder bag, my finger on the trigger. I closed
my eyes to start the silent count one…two…
Wham! I was startled, my fingers closed reflexively in
response, including the finger on the trigger. I heard a loud bang inside my
shoulder bag. I looked down and saw the bullet hole just above the brown
leather bottom. I pulled my hand out of the bag and found it was trembling, my
heart pounding in my ears.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I hope you weren’t
hit?”
I looked up to see the man standing in front of me, his
image hazy as tears formed in my eyes again. I couldn’t even end my life
without screwing it up. I heard his voice again, but not his words. I sat my
bag on the bench next to me and looked up when he spoke again, his face showing
concern.
“No, it didn’t hit me,” I replied dumbly.
“You don’t look so good, your eyes are red as if
you’ve been crying. Is there anything I can do to help, do you want to
talk?”
“Uncle Robb, Dad’s here to pick me up. Thanks
for playing catch with me for a while,” came a voice from behind me. I
watched as he tossed the baseball in the general direction of the voice.
“Any time Ted, tell your father I’ll talk with
him later.”
I watched as the boy ran past us, got into a car, waved, and
was gone. Numbed by it all, nothing in my mind made sense, it seemed I
wasn’t worth anything to anyone.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
“Look, I appreciate your kindness, but I’m not
likely to be good company. I just found my husband with another woman. Not that
I haven’t suspected it for a while, but I thought our trial separation
was working out. I just need to be alone.”
“You weren’t thinking of doing something stupid
were you?”
I looked at him, then my eyes went to the round hole in my
bag. Stupid? It was a way out. My own husband hadn’t slept with me in six
months and he was getting off on another woman. Stupid?
There was a reason I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring. I
didn’t want to be found dead wearing something the bastard had given me.
Robb
I’d tried to catch the ball, jumping up to snag it
when it sailed above my head. I had hit it just enough to send it toward the
attractive woman sitting on the bench not far away. I thought I heard it hit
the bench, not her, but a muffled sound seemed to have made her jump, and I
felt an apology was in order.
When I stopped in front of her I saw the teary eyes, at
first thinking it had hit her. Then I noticed her eyes were puffy red,
she’d been crying for a while. Her dark curly hair hung below her
shoulders, her brown eyes placed below nicely trimmed eyebrows. She was dressed
in a skirt and blouse, her exposed legs shapely, like the rest of her.
She was obviously distressed, then I saw a small hole in her
cloth shoulder bag as her eyes shifted to look at it. The slightly ragged hole
seemed entirely out of place at that location. It was then I knew, the sound
I’d heard wasn’t the baseball hitting the bench–this woman
needed help now.
Wendy
He sat down next to me even though I hadn’t replied.
Shit, did it matter? Another few minutes in my miserable life wasn’t
going to change anything. I hadn’t even been able to kill myself and I
realized I was pointing the pistol at the wrong person if I did. I knew I could
never kill anyone, apparently not even myself.
Then it popped into my head. If I were to do something now
to get back at my husband I’d do what he had done to me. I would throw it
in his face, telling him it was better than anything he had ever given me in
all the years we’d been together.
He hadn’t been physically abusive to me, the fact he
wouldn’t touch me was painful enough; far worse in a way. What better way
to get back at him by than by making him look like a man I now merely
tolerated? That I had accepted his lack of performance, that I had loved him
enough to accept it, but now I wouldn’t.
At first, I thought his lack of interest was due to the
extra pounds I had put on made me unattractive to him. I lost the pounds, and
it made no difference. Though the men at work made it evident they had noticed.
I’d turned down several offers, thinking I would be true to our marriage
vows–I wasn’t that kind of woman. Now, maybe I needed to be. I
would show him in a way he couldn’t ignore. Brought back to the moment, I
heard the man speak again, his hand on my shoulder as I looked at him with a
blank expression.
“Look, I’m not comfortable leaving you here
alone by yourself. Too many things can happen to a woman in this park late in
the day. Hell, even I’m leery of staying here too late. How about I take
you for a coffee and you can tell me what you need.”
I looked at him, “What I need is a good hard fuck. Can
you do that?”
I watched his face show a shocked expression. He
didn’t reply and I felt it just proved perhaps my husband was
right– I wasn’t even good for that anymore. I felt a sense of
despair and desperation–I had been good for that at one time in my life.
“Well, can you?” I pressed.
“Yes, if you promise not to do anything more stupid
than that,” looking at my bag.
“You mean like take the pistol in my bag and shoot
myself?” I replied facetiously.
“That’s what I had in mind, yes. I’ll fuck
you silly if you give me the gun.”
He was looking right into my eyes, he wasn’t looking
at my boobs, or my legs. His eyes showed a genuine concern, his expression
sympathetic, caring. I knew what the look of lust was in a man’s eyes
because I had been there before–it wasn’t present in his.
I reached for my bag and handed it to him, “You take
it out.”
I watched while he peered into my bag, inserted his hand,
and pulled the pistol out. He flipped the safety on, removed the clip, took the
bullets out, then placed it back inside with the clip inserted.
He handed the bag to me while I looked at him with an
earnest expectant expression. “Okay, coffee and a hard fuck,
agreed.”
He took my hand and held it gently, then looked into my
eyes, “How about coffee, and a good fuck at my place if I can’t
talk you out of it. By the way my name is Robb.”
“Agreed, I’m Wendy.”
I walked beside Robb towards a nice looking car, glancing
down at his left hand, I found he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Though I
knew it really didn’t mean a dam thing to man if he didn’t want it
to. I still had revenge on my mind, thinking why put a bullet into my brain
when I could go home, and shoot my husband right in the nuts, ending his
ability to have sex with another woman. That is, right after I told him
I’d been screwed all night long with a huge cock and loved every minute
of it.
I smiled to myself, thinking of the horror I’d see on
his face when the pistol moved from his face down to his crotch. He would
probably shit his pants before I pulled the trigger. Then he would dance around
in agony as I turned and walked away–his penis and balls splattered on
the floor around him.
Robb opened the door of his car for me and I slid in
thinking I was an idiot for marrying my husband in the first place. Two
goddamned years of my life wasted trying to be a good wife while he flirted
with most of my friends. They thought it was cute for a while, but when he
propositioned one of them their attitude changed. I should have seen it, but I
was still too love struck to recognize it for what it was. He really wanted me,
not them, he was trying to make me jealous was what I had told myself over and
over. Then it dawned on me one day when he didn’t come home for an entire
night–he didn’t want me and wasn’t man enough tell me to my
face.
I felt the car come to a stop and realized I hadn’t
said a word to Robb the entire time. I looked at him feeling like I was the
lowest scum of the earth, a woman brought so low to want a man she had never
met to screw her like a whore, but not charge for it. I wanted revenge and this
was one way to get it.
He looked at me while he placed his hand on my arm.
“I’m buying the coffee and anything you want to eat, you talk, and
I’ll listen.”
“Okay, but then we go to your place and you fuck
me.”
“That was what we agreed on,” he replied without
any indication he was judging me.
Why should he judge? He was getting a piece of ass for the
price of a coffee and a donut. I watched when he passed in front of the car and
came to open the door for me. Shit, what did I have to lose? Nothing. Robb was
more attractive than my husband and he didn’t have a gut that hung over
his belt.
We walked into the small diner, and I followed him to a
table next to the window and sat down across from him. The waitress walked up
with a menu and started to hand them to us with a smile.
“We won’t need a menu thank you. Two coffees,
I’ll take mine black, with a Danish, and whatever the lady would
like.”
The expression on the waitress’s face was something I
could appreciate. This wasn’t going to result in much of a return to her
for the effort she was going to put in–it was kind of like me and my
marriage.
“I’ll have the same thank you.”
I watched while she walked away and I turned my gaze to
Robb, surprised to see he was studying something other than the cleave showing
in my blouse–he was looking at my face.
“You’re an attractive woman when you don’t
have tears in your eyes. I’ll bet you have a beautiful smile.”
I moved in my seat, and looked away, feeling my face go red.
When I looked back I couldn’t help but give him a small smile.
“Wendy, you talk. I’ll listen, that was our agreement,
well that and the other thing.”
“If you think I’ll talk and change my mind about
the other thing, I won’t.”
“Fair enough, I’ll keep my promise.”
Our coffees arrived and I found myself spilling my guts as
if someone had spoken an incantation to open my soul. I only stopped when the
waitress returned, refilled our cups, and then I went on. He listened, never
saying a word, just nodding his acknowledgement a few times.
“You know, I’d like to kill that asshole.
He’s made my life, me, feel worthless for almost a year. I haven’t
told anyone about it until now, not even my parents, though I think they know
things haven’t been going well.”
“Parents usually know even if you don’t tell
them. Mine always seemed to know if the woman I was dating didn’t fit me
before I discovered it for myself.”
His expression didn’t suggest much of
anything–it seemed a simple acknowledgement he had endured a few failed
relationships. I studied his face as he took another sip of coffee, his brown
eyes and hair looked attractive to me, even his day-old stubble made him look
manly. He didn’t have those cute dimples, or a strong jaw line like
I’d read in romance novels. Still, he was handsome in an understated way.
Perhaps it was his calm demeanor and confidence that made him appealing.
He called for the check and I watched as the waitress placed
it in front of him. He looked at it as I read the amount of the bill, looking
at it upside down. Reaching for the wallet in his back pocket he pulled out a
ten and a five. The waitress returned a minute later, picking up the receipt
and money, not smiling.
“I’ll be back with your change.”
“Keep the change, you’ve earned it.”
The last look I had of her showed a broad smile. The tip
exceeded the amount of the bill by more than five dollars. He stood, waited for
me to stand, then followed me out to the car and opened the door for me,
closing it after I was inside. I pulled the sun visor down and looked in the
mirror–at least my eyes weren’t puffy and I was glad I hadn’t
used mascara, only eyeliner, though I hardly looked radiant.
I looked at the clock on the dashboard, I’d talked for
over two hours, and it was past seven, almost eight.
“Ready to go home now?” he asked evenly.
I knew my husband would be gone, it was a Saturday night,
and he hadn’t spent one with me in so long I couldn’t remember the
last time he had. It was one of the things I thought would change when we
agreed to separate–that he would take me out like we were dating. We
lived in the same house, I worked days, he worked the afternoon shift. It had
been stressful, but we had made it work–sort of.
“You mean to my house?”
“Yes, I thought perhaps you might have changed your
mind. Just checking to make sure.”
I looked into his eyes. “I haven’t. Take me home
and do what we agreed to do.”
Chapter 2: A Promise Delivered
Robb
I listened while she talked, letting her life unfold in
front of me. She relaxed after a while, and the details she revealed told me
she was a decent person. She had been raised a Catholic, left her faith to
marry her husband, who was a Baptist, and found afterward his idea of marriage
didn’t quite jive with her own. It was more than a shock when she learned
he was seeing one of their close friends from their congregation while she was
at work–spending most of his day with her two, or three times a week. He
had essentially left her by herself, not offering affection, or love even after
she begged him to act as a husband.
Yes, I felt pity for her, but pity somehow seemed less than
what she really deserved. Frankly, more than once, I thought her husband was
screwed up in the head. Her husband wanted her to be entirely obedient to his
demands, and when she resisted even a little, decided she was not a worthy
wife. Christian my ass, he was sinning while his wife sought to be loyal to
him.
She had concluded at the end of our talk she was glad she
had remained on birth control despite his wanting her to become pregnant. She
was honest about it with him, saying they should make sure they were
financially secure before starting a family. He hadn’t minded her birth
control before they were married despite his religious teaching, but he had
changed his tune afterward. His parents had asked her frequently if she were
expecting, adding additional stress.
I was eager to do something for her, but I was torn given
the circumstances. If I didn’t have sex with her what was the take away
for her? I was sure it would only add to her miserable emotional state–if
a stranger was unwilling to take her to bed her husband must be right. She
would leave and find a bridge to jump off of.
I had committed to having sex with her and she hadn’t
changed her mind. She was a very attractive woman, in that respect, I found the
prospect acceptable. It was what would happen afterward that concerned me most.
I had made the promise and I would keep it to best of my ability. I felt like
an idiot for thinking letting her talk would change things. I knew I would have
to be convincing when the time came–I had to be all in, or it was
unlikely to work.
Wendy
It was a twenty minute drive to his apartment and when we
started walking to the door I didn’t feel anything other than excitement.
He had treated me with dignity and respect the entire evening and never once
was there a hint he considered me flawed, and unworthy of his attention. When
he unlocked the door of his apartment I took a deep breath, it was time.
Despite the fact I’d never done anything like this before, I was ready.
We walked inside and when the lights came on I found myself
in a nicely furnished apartment. It was mostly clean, with attractive colors,
pictures on the walls. It was better than my own home in one respect, there
wasn’t a single religious saying, or picture– the Lord Jesus was
not at hand here.
I heard the door close and latch behind me with a click,
then the padlock go home–I was alone with him and no one knew of my
whereabouts. If this were a den of inequity, it felt right to me. I had come
here for a specific reason and despite my slight apprehension, I wanted it to
happen. I was wondering how hesitant he was going to be based upon his checking
to see if I had changed my mind. I didn’t have a chance to turn all the
way around to face him when my feet left the floor, and I was in his arms.
I gave a small shriek of surprise, then saw his face turn to
look at me while my ass hung down; he held my legs at the knees with one arm,
my back with the other.
“Here on the floor, or in bed?”
My mind raced. Oh shit, this is going to happen, oh shit.
“I… I… don’t… bed, on the bed.”
We walked into the dark hallway and turned into a bedroom as
I held onto him. The room was dim, a nightlight casting light onto the bed from
the bathroom. My heart was beating so damn hard it felt like a beating bass
drum was in my chest, pounding in my ears, my face felt flushed. He lay me down
on the bed, then moved onto it next to me.
“Robb… I…”
His lips came hard onto mine and my response was swift and
sure as I returned it with all I had. I sent my hand out to his back and pulled
him to me as we wrestled together in a frenzied tangle. I broke our kiss, took
a breath, and pushed onto him again. My body felt hot, as if it were being
baked slowly, some parts warming faster than others. I ran my fingers through his
hair and rolled on top of him, pressing my pelvis hard against his leg. We
kissed, I rubbed hard, then harder, my pussy responding with soft, warm,
pleasure. I pulled away and half sat up, cursing to myself–too much
coffee. Damn, this was no time to have to take a pee.
“Robb, I need to use the bathroom, I’m sorry,
but I can’t wait.”’
“I’m not going to run away,” he said.
I couldn’t help but smile. Damn, he wanted to fuck me
so badly he could hardly stand it. The thought thrilled me,–I was sure I
could see it in his expression. Who was I kidding? I wanted it more. I
don’t know what I was thinking as I washed my hands after pulling my
panties back up under my skirt.
I was thinking I had ruined the moment. I had botched
shooting myself, and now this. I was wrong as he pulled me down onto the bed
and started to unbutton my blouse, his lips came to my chest, then moved to my
neck. My arousal quickly shot through the roof as my hands went down to his
crotch to find him firm and erect–it had been so long.
I was breathing heavily as he pulled me up to a sitting
position, removing my blouse and bra in what seemed mere seconds. His lips and
tongue came to one breast, while the fingers of his other hand squeezed my
nipple making my pussy ache. His passion consumed me, he wasn’t like an
animal clawing at me, but he was aggressive, confident, and knew what to do.
His hand pulled my skirt up, the heel of his hand pressing firmly onto at the
top of my slit, his fingers massaging my folds. I gasped and closed my eyes as
the pleasure grew from each hard caress through my panties–I spread my
legs wider and writhed with the stimulation I was feeling.
I wanted more, that was my only thought as our lips met
again, his lips sweet, moist, placed upon mine–it was as if they were
specially made to be there. His kisses added to my arousal as my hands hungrily
sought to touch him. It was as if a map of his body were imprinted in my
mind–my hands found the buttons of his shirt, then the button of his
pants. He sat up and I almost ripped the shirt off him, then reached down to
yank his pants down and away. My hand dove into his briefs where I felt the
firm, warm flesh of his erect member in my hand–the sensation added to my
frenzy.
I he
30 min
September 09 Tit for Tat: Part 2
Tit for Tat: Part 2.
An Old Porn Stash Reveals Much.
Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, how
about some fresh drinks, snacks; and some more naughty fun!" Susan said
grinning, that aroused horny look showing through in her eyes again as both Jeff s
Buxom Becky and my wife laughed.
"I think we've unleashed a monster!" My
wife quipped, or rather Susan s Pete certainly has, anyway," she said
looking down at his groin. Sure enough, Pete's magnificent tool was standing up
about as hard and stiff as I'd ever seen it, though Becky's hand wrapped around
him went a long way in doing that. Pete had always been a boob man, perhaps
even more than I was. The moment he'd placed his hands on Becky's pendulous tits,
his cock had swollen up to full erection in no time. He even had his eyes
closed, standing there grinning like the village idiot, fully enjoying himself.
"So; any requests from anyone?" Darlene
asked. "Come on boys; don't be shy here, now is not the time. Who knows;
this might be the one and only chance you'll have to enjoy anything like this
again. At least until next year," she added with a mischievous smile on
her face. "So speak up!"
Jeff did; always the first one amongst us to speak
up or act so it seemed. "Does ah; titty-fucking count or not count as far
as touching goes?" He wondered.
"I think that's within the acceptable parameters,"
Darlene said easily getting confirmation from the girls. "I take it you'd
like to tit-fuck these then?" She asked, holding her tits together in
front of him. He was nodding his head like one of those wobble-head dogs in the
window of a car.
Darlene laughed. "Okay horny boy; come over
here, lay down so I can do a really nice job on you," she told him.
Rearranging the air mattresses slightly closer to the fire so that everyone
remained warm and comfortable, the three of us laid down side-by-side, the
girls taking up position over us. In moments, we all felt the soft, teasing and
yes titillating sweetness of three pairs of tits wrapping themselves around our
three equally hard stiff cocks again.
As good as it admittedly felt, while Susan lay
between my legs, her soft, warm tits fully wrapped around my throbbing cock,
the sensation of that was heightened in seeing the other two girls; similarly
engaged. Sure; admittedly more of a 'guy' thing perhaps, but they all seemed to
be enjoying it every bit as much as the three of us were. The erotic sensuality
of the fire's light bathing the room, everyone naked; and now extremely and
obviously comfortable in being so in front of one another. And three very
gorgeous pairs of tits; sliding up and down so wonderfully around our hard
stiff cocks.
Susan spit on my cock, though she didn't need to add
much more lubrication to my sensual titty-fuck than that. I was already
producing a substantial amount of pre-cum fuck juice myself, which she
continually swiped off the tip of my cock, often rubbing and arousing her own
nipples with it. In addition to sliding between those two perfect globes, she
very often held just one tit in her hand, guiding it; in particular her hard
fat little nipple, pressing that against the very end of my cock, almost as
though she were trying to fuck the tiny eye-slit of my cock with it. Just
seeing her do that was arousing, far more than any feeling I was experiencing
perhaps. The visual alone, escalating my overall pleasure.
All around me the pleasurable sighs; moans and
groans coming from everyone, the girls included, soon had us all hovering on
the edge again, though as usual, it was Big Jeff who was the first one amongst
us to announce the arrival of his orgasm.
"Oh man; fuck, here; it; comes!" He cried
out, lurching and then groaning deeply. Sure enough, he spurted, the first
jettison of his cream hitting my Darlene squarely in the chin, though she then
wrapped her beautiful tits around the head of his spurting cock, capturing most
of his creamy spunking that way between her tits as she finished jacking him
off with them.
"Nice one," she giggled enthusiastically,
though looking over at Becky, wondering; grinning as Pete now began making
noises as though he was about to erupt soon as well. Which he soon did.
I think we were all wondering and thinking the same
thing when the grimace on Pete's face told us he was seconds away from coming
now as well. Not having as massive of tits as everyone else, Becky had trouble
even wrapping hers around Pete's cock as she continued sliding them up and down
his shaft. He grunted, holding still no longer helping to thrust up and down
that sweet tit-valley. He groaned deeper, and then thrust up as though coaxing,
helping his orgasmic explosion. Surprisingly, it wasn't nearly as much as we'd
all anticipated or expected to see. If anything, more normal, more like my own
previously, though even then; still substantial. Becky easily caught his creamy
outpouring of semen, rubbing her tits against him. Smearing her hard tender
nipples in his man juice.
"Hey; it takes a while," he said
afterwards almost looking embarrassed. "That was three days worth the
last time!" He then added.
"Three days? Hell; I can't go three
hours!" Jeff exclaimed jokingly.
"That's true," Bucksy Becky added,
laughing along with her husband. "I can't tell you the number of times
I've walked into the bathroom at home and found Jeff standing there over the
toilet, jacking off!"
"Becky!" Jeff shouted out aghast.
"Well it's true babe; not that I mind, like you
damn well know; I enjoy watching you. Just like; you enjoy watching me!"
He blushed, but he was grinning too. "Yeah
well;
"So; where's my cream?" Susan asked me,
though she had stepped up the titter-bating she'd been giving me.
"Right here," I announced through gritted
teeth, and then splurged all over those hot succulent tits of hers.
After cleaning up a bit, which all three girls
certainly needed to do, it was now their turn to express their desires on how
they'd like to enjoy their own respective orgasms. In getting ready to do that,
we instinctively did switch up partners a bit as I moved over to sit by Becky,
my Darlene now with Pete, and Susan sitting next to Jeff.
"Okay, what would You like me to do?" I
asked her.
She all but purred when I asked her that.
"Okay; don't laugh, but this is what I want!" Lying back, she spread
herself even more obscenely than she had been, though her legs remained fully
extended not yet bent at the knee. "What I sometimes enjoy, and want to
feel and enjoy now; is a nice slow, soft clitty jerk-off."
"Oh yeah, I enjoy doing that too on
occasion," Susan commented, though she had positioned herself on all fours
as though expecting to be fucked. "What I want; is for you to kneel behind
me, and just slowly finger-fuck me," she told Jeff. "Nice and slow;
but continuous. I'll let you know when I want more fingers, or want it faster;
ok?" Good old Jeff seemed more than happy to accommodate her, and began
doing so.
Parking myself next to Becky, I leaned on one side,
facing her. Hotly; she reached down spreading her pussy apart with her fingers,
exposing herself quite vulgarly, which was erotic as hell. The pink glistening
furrow of her split was so openly revealed to me as she did this, not to
mention the swollen stiff little knob of her fairly large clit.
"Like this?" I asked taking it between my
fingers, slowly working them up and down as though actually attempting to jerk
her off like working a miniature cock.
"Oh yeah; just like that, perfect in
fact," she moaned softly, though releasing her pussy, hands now coming up
to capture her tits, fingers already rolling and tweaking her nipples. As
asked; I continued to softly and tenderly manipulate her hard little clit,
tickling it with my fingers, seeking out more and more of her internal moisture
to further pleasure and sensitize herself with.
I didn't even need to look over to see what my wife
and Pete were doing. I pretty much knew what she liked; and wanted. Once she
was good and horny of course, which she obviously was.
"You're sure? That's what you really
want?" Pete asked wanting to make sure he'd understood her perfectly.
"Yep; that's what I want," she informed
him saying it again. "I want you to slap my tits; and then alternate
slapping my pussy, not too hard until I say otherwise; but not too softly
either. Make it tingle-sting a little, really get my pussy juiced up, and then
I want you to palm me; press it really hard against me, and grind on me like
that until I come," she had told him.
I enjoyed doing that for her myself. It never failed
to produce a gallon of girl juice, which I then used to smear around her cunt,
and then pressing, squishing it against her as I palmed her, always made the
most interestingly erotic sounds and noises in doing that.
"How' my doing?" I asked Becky. "Feel
good?"
"Oh yeah; fuck yeah, that's nice; really nice.
Just keep working it up and down," she breathed deeply, now pulling on her
nipples, stretching them off her chest, releasing, and then grabbing them
again, doing so over and over. "I'm getting pretty close," she purred
softly. "When I tell you; stick two fingers inside me, and fuck me with
them; hard. But then just hold my clit; pinching it a little while you do that
until I climax."
"You got it!" I chuckled, already feeling
my own cock hardening once more. Just lying here, looking at my friend's hot,
wet delicious looking cunt, so juicy and so appetizing, I was sorely tempted to
lean over and capture that clit of hers between my lips. But; unfortunately,
that wasn't something I knew that would be allowed. Not yet anyway.

Already I could hear the slick juicy sounds coming
from my wife. Pete quite enjoying himself, actually being able to half-slap my
wife's tits, which she honestly did enjoy feeling. That, and as he was now
doing, patting, slapping, and then palming her cunt just as she'd asked him to
do. Everyone there could hear the squishy sounds of her pussy, it was that
loud, and that obvious.
"Oh fuck that's nasty hot!" Susan cried
out unable to contain herself. "God Darlene; you get so fucking juicy
don't you?"
"You might could say that," my wife
answered back moaning as she did so. "Maybe tomorrow; if you'd like, you
can check it out for yourself."
Jeff groaned, and then much to everyone's surprise,
came all over Susan's ass. "Sorry; I couldn't help it," he said
sheepishly. "But just hearing that; I mean, fuck."
"Men!" Becky chortled. "Mention a
little girl on girl action, and they become putty in your hands; that or sperm
on your ass, either one." Her tone quickly changed however after having
said that. "Okay now baby; two fingers, hard and deep; make me fucking
come!"
My Darlene was already crying out in the midst of
her own orgasmic release, humping herself against Pete's hand, that squishy
sounding pussy-pummeling he was giving my wife even louder now as she began
squirting, adding to it. "Holy shit that's hot seeing that!" He
exclaimed above the cries of her pleasure. I was a bit focused myself though at
the moment as Becky too let out a mewled cry of release, her hands immediately
coming down to take over her own clit, now frigging it furiously. "Fuck my
cunt; fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it David; fuck it!"
Susan too had collapsed, reaching back and playfully
massaging in Jeff's third spunking of the evening into her own ass. She sighed
contentedly in doing so; as we all did.
Late; and with all of us satisfied and totally
exhausted, we made up the beds, threw a bit more wood on the fire to see us
through most of the night, and collapsed into our beds together. I spooned my
wife from behind, surprised to find I was still partially erect.
"Slip inside me," she said sounding half
asleep. "Fuck me to sleep baby; fuck me to dream land."
It was cold when I woke up. Not unbearably so; but
it was obvious that the fire had gone out towards morning. There would no doubt
be a few still burning embers remaining, which would make starting a new one
easier to do. My Darlene stirred beneath me, slowly coming awake herself, a
reminder of the night before as I felt my now very flaccid cock resting against
her warm beautiful ass. Still snuggled up inside the sleeping bag together I
was perfectly content to remain so; but I knew Darlene. Once awake, she'd have
to pee, and then that would be that.
I vaguely remembered having my cock inside her as we
fell asleep; fucking her, but not towards orgasm. We'd done that often before,
just connected, barely even moving when sleep claimed us both. That however,
usually led to a nice early morning fuck, basically taking up where we'd left
off the night before. Unfortunately like I said; it was cold, and now that My
Darlene was indeed awake, she quite naturally had to pee.
"You need to get another fire going," she
informed me only then sitting up. I took delight in the hard crinkle of her
sweet nipples, each one hard as rocks; though I knew that wasn't from any
amorous inclinations; not yet anyway. Simply the cold. Even so, it was nice
sitting there staring at my own wife's hard firm titties. "And try not to
be too noisy while doing it; everyone else is still asleep," she now added
finally slipping out of the bag, grabbing her robe so she'd have something to
wear when she went outside to pee.
"Too late; I'm awake now too," Becky said
likewise crawling out of her bag, thumping on Jeff waking him as she climbed
out. "Wake up baby; see if you can help David get another warm fire going.
We'll start working on coffee and breakfast after that."
Jeff groaned, but soon slid out of his bed and began
helping me stack some additional kindling in the fireplace, along with a couple
of smaller dry logs in order to get a nice start on it before adding the
heavier, longer lasting logs into the fire.
"Damn!" Jeff suddenly exclaimed loud
enough that I almost cautioned him to be quiet as Pete and Susan hadn't as yet
gotten up. I needn't have bothered, they had; just not in quite the way I was
expecting. Susan had climbed on top of Pete's cock, and even then was slowly
easing herself down over his once again hard stiff shaft.
"Damn is right!" I then added looking on
as she slowly began swallowing that monster up.
"Morning guys," she beamed brightly.
"Don't mind us; I just have to start out my day with this cock inside
me," she grinned, and then slowly began fucking him while Jeff and I stood
there with idiotic smiles on our faces, watching them.
"Coffee will be; oh hell, fuck that!" Becky
said walking over. Now it was the three of us standing there looking on.
"I can't even imagine trying to take that thing myself!" She then
said, though I chuckled quietly, her hand already down between her legs as though
imagining it being inside there.
I hadn't even heard my own wife coming up from
behind me, until she wrapped the robe she had on around the two of us, pressing
her now very warm tits against my back, her hands coming around to grasp my
stil
38 min
September 08 Tit for Tat: Part 1.
Tit for Tat: Part 1.
Three couples head off for a wild weekend together.
Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the second year that the six of us had come
up here to spend a long weekend together. Jeff and his wife Becky, Bucksy
Becky, a tall very buxom brunette.
Then there s Pete, and "Repeat", as we
called her, Susan; because she looked more like his sister than his wife, each
of them with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and short in stature at not even
five and a half feet, though again Susan too had fairly large tits. Though not
as large as my wife's were, more noticeable because of her short size perhaps,
almost looking top heavy.
And then there was my wife Darlene and myself.
Personally, I thought my fiery little redhead was the most attractive of the
lot, though again; most likely, I was just prejudiced in that regard. But the
thing I loved so much about Darlene was her total lack of inhibitions, and
carefree attitude about life and love. That; and her almost too daring nature,
especially when it came to matters of sexual persuasion. But once again; it was
just another aspect about her personality that kept life extremely interesting,
especially for me.
David, dear; You know what day tomorrow is?
Darlene said, as we turned off the highway to go down a gravel township road
and the old family hunting cabin.
Uh, Saturday? I stated.
True, but more significantly, it s national nude
day! Darlene winked. I m serving notice that I fully intend to hike nude,
tomorrow. Please plan on joining my observance. You know it ll be worth your
effort.
But we have guests. Darlene?
Leave that to me. She dismissed my objections.
When the time comes for a hike, I plan to have the issue resolved. Probably a
lot sooner.
The old cabin we were staying in had been in the
family for years, an old hunting cabin. It had a well with a hand pump. I d
installed some solar panels for small appliances, radios, phone charging, and a
few LED lights.
The old icebox had big ice blocks, which we kept
operational while away, so that perishable foods could last a weekend, even in
cloudy conditions.
But we heated the cabin with the big fireplace. It
was northern Minnesota, so even summer nights got chilly. The cabin s purpose
and intent had never been one of luxury or spaciousness, even though for an old
cabin like it was, even then it was still pretty big. Inside, it was basically
just one gigantic room. A fairly large fireplace filled one wall, an open area
in front of it. Four Plywood double bunks accommodated air mattresses. Plenty
large enough to sleep the three couples comfortably together, Two bunks on each
side of the big stone fireplace. There was seriously no real privacy, though;
which had limited everyone's libedos to some extent, as we'd all been forced to
put up with the lack of sexual activities, the last time we'd been up here together.
Though Darlene and I had snuck off once or twice, to fool around out in the
forest, as we were pretty sure the rest of them had done as well, a time or
two.
There was a small kitchen area and a table just
large enough to seat the six of us together, where we very often played cards
late into the evening. Lighting was all by lantern or candlelight. We did most
of the cooking outside on the porch, utilizing the barbeques or Dutch ovens
we'd brought along with us. It was, needless to say, rustic in every aspect.
But the scenery, serenity and quietness of the mountain area where the cabin
was, made the trip up here well worth it.
We'd already finished up with dinner, gotten a nice
warm fire going as even the nights during the summer time could get pretty cool
in the mountains. Darlene had already made up a batch of Margaritas for us to
sit down and enjoy together which was usually the case. Later on cards perhaps;
again, as usual.
We'd already managed to kill off one pitcher of
margaritas as Darlene began making another when Bucksy Becky asked me a
question.
"So David; how many years now has it been that
the three of you've been coming up here anyway?"
Jeff, Pete and I had been friends for years, growing
up as kids in the same old neighborhood in fact. Years later, old enough to
hunt, we'd started out coming up here with dad, and then later just by
ourselves. When the idea and concept of hunting didn't appeal to any of us any
more, we'd continued our yearly excursions up here even then for several years.
Up until we'd all started getting married. And then hadn't done so for several
years. Now; here we were again, just like in the old days; but now with our
respective wives in tow.
As we started in on the second pitcher of
margaritas, and with everyone starting to feel their oats at this point, it
wasn't too unexpected when Darlene brought up a rather embarrassing question.
"So tell me honey; if you and your friends no
longer came up here to go hunting, what did you do? Sit around and jerk
off?"
Unknowingly, she had hit the nail on the head so to
speak. Early on when we'd been young, much younger, we'd actually done just
that. And by the look in each one of our respective faces when she mentioned
that, she knew; as did the other wives, she had inadvertently stumbled onto
something.
"You did didn't you! The three of you; sitting
around, watching one another jerk yourselves off! Oh my god!" She laughed,
as did the other wives, all teasing and jabbing at us now with their personal
questions.
In an effort to deflect part of that perhaps, though
it was already too late to sit here and deny any of it, Pete did remember
something and then curiously scrambled over to check out our old stash,
wondering if it was still even there. Something I myself had completely
forgotten about at this point.
"You think your dad ever discovered our stash
of Playboys?" he asked. I laughed, curious now myself.
"I don't know; check it out, see if they're
actually still there!"
Long ago, we had in fact stashed a collection of old
dog-earned Playboys, and then later, one or two really pornographic magazines
up in the rafters. A portion of the ceiling area had been given a false shelf
of sorts where dad sometimes stored things. It was there we had put up yet
another false front in front of that, tacked down so we could still get at it
easily enough, but where we had long ago placed our "Jerk off"
material as we'd called it. Using the bench seat to stand on from the table,
Pete easily pulled himself up into that old section.
"Careful Pete! I don't want you hurting
yourself up there," Susan warned. "I can just see us having to rush
you to the hospital from falling and breaking your neck; or worse."
"Yeah, like his hard cock if he actually finds
those porn mags," Jeff quipped. Even I laughed at that; it had been Pete
who'd been the first one brave enough between the three of us to actually whip
his out and start whacking it off the first time we discovered what had then
been dad's collection of magazines. We'd simply added to it after that with the
far more dirty, filthy porn magazines we'd brought along.
"Very funny," we heard Pete calling down
as he rummaged around in the old creaky loft area looking for the false boards
we'd nailed over one section of the ceiling. "Ah; found it!" he
called out seconds later, and then using his knife to pry that section away,
laughed out loud. "Oh my god! They're still up here!"
"Bring them down; I want to see what the three
of you used to look at when you jerked off," my wife said calling up to
him. "And probably still do," she then said turning to the other
girls, likewise making them laugh.
Almost gingerly he handed four well-worn magazines
down to my wife, lowering himself down seconds afterwards. By the time he had,
Darlene had already taken them over to the table spreading them all out for us
to look at. "This one might actually be worth some money," Bucksy
Becky said thumbing through the really old Playboy.
"I doubt it," I told her. The covers
really torn for one thing, and I happened to remember, we; ah; well, the three
of us sort of destroyed the centerfold as I recall, and ended up burning
it."
"Why'd you do that?" Susan asked
curiously. "Was she ugly or something?"
Darlene burst out laughing. "Oh honey; I doubt
that. Remember now, they sort of admitted to sitting around jerking off looking
at these, try and picture it unless I miss my guess; the three of them standing
there mostly likely squirting their white sticky stuff all over the centerfold.
Back then; boys did that when they didn't have anyone else to squirt it
on," she continued chuckling. Though once again, my wife had nailed that
one too. I could still clearly remember the day we had done that, and by the
embarrassed looks on Jeff and Pete's faces, they could too.
"I believe you're right Darlene, look at this
one, some of the pages are actually stuck together!" Bucksy Becky
exclaimed letting out a squeal of feigned disgust as she held it up trying to
shake the pages apart. "God, how much cum did you guys squirt on this one
anyway?" She continued to laugh poking fun at her husband Big Jeff, as
well as Pete and myself.
"A lot," I openly admitted. That was the
first illegal X-rated porn magazine any of us had ever seen before. Needless to
say, it became the primary one we used to look at, while jerking off to. First
time any of us had actually seen anything where the men and women were really
doing it. Where you could actually see that they were."

"Wow, no shit! Look at this one!" Bucksy
Becky suddenly exclaimed, showing everyone the other X-rated magazine she held
in her hand. One of the larger old black and white photos actually showed a guy
standing there in the throes of climax. The camera had caught the precise
moment he'd shot a ribbon of semen. It showed a long lengthy rope of it
shooting off into the air, the look of orgasmic joy etched in his face, caught
forever in time. "That's fucking hot!" She then added surprising
everyone. And almost as one, we all turned looking at Jeff, his face beet red,
though grinning.
"Yeah, she likes it when I do that; like's ah;
well you know, seeing me squirt."
"Ditto that!" My wife said joining in. I
Love seeing guys squirt, something very sexy; very provocative about seeing
that."
I had no idea where any of this was going of course,
but I was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. Not because of what was
being said, but because I was actually getting horny standing here listening to
it.
"You know; maybe we should change the subject
and play a game or something?" I suggested. Once again, my wife knowing
full well of my sudden discomfort pounced on it.
"Why is that honey? Getting a little too horny
are we?"
I just smile at her and nodded my head. No sense
trying to hide the fact that I was, or that the air suddenly seemed a little
sexually charged.
"Yeah, maybe we should play a game,"
Darlene said turning towards the other two girls. She then walked over towards
them, drawing them off to one side, whispering.
"Ah oh; I said looking at my friends.
"Something tells me, we're not in Kansas anymore."
That too had been a running joke amongst the three
of us. Having grown up in Kansas City, whenever we embarked on some adventure,
or did something we were very likely to regret later, we had a tendency to say
that.
When I saw Susan suddenly look over towards where
the three of us were standing, and actually blushing a bit; though nodding her
head yes to whatever, I knew then; we were in trouble. If my wife could
convince shy little Susan to go along with whatever she had in mind, then that
didn't bode well for the three of us. They soon parted, coming back towards us,
evil wicked smiles on each of their faces.
"Okay; what?" I simply had to ask. "I
know that look Darlene; what are you up to now?"
"Like you suggested, a little game, something
to pass the time, make things sort of interesting, for all of us."
"What; kind; of; a; game?" I said slowly,
worriedly. Like I said, I knew my own wife.
"Let's call it; tit, for tat."
"Tit for what?" Pete asked.
"Boob's for cocks then," if you prefer.
"Tits for tat; or rather that; them," she said pointing at our lower
extremities.
"You're kidding right?" Jeff asked
anxiously; though more hopefully perhaps as his voice had gone up an octave
upon asking that.
"Girls?" Darlene said turning towards
them. "Let's show them that we're serious here," and with that, all
three suddenly reached down pulling off the tee shirts they were wearing. Now
true; they all had bra's on. No worse than the bikinis we'd all seen them
wearing before; but there was something about bras in general, especially when
they were actually threatening, or rather promising; to show you more.
"You're; you're serious!" I exclaimed
realizing that my wife was anyway, though I still wasn't sure about the other
two.
"Very," she challenged back. "And as
a sign of good-faith here," she now stood reaching behind her back,
undoing the clasp on her bra, which I did think surprised Susan a little when
she did that. She allowed it to fall away from her shoulders, though still
managing to catch it against herself, not quite revealing her magnificent tits.
"Well? Jeff? Pete? You don't count David; you've already seen my tits. But
if they want to, then one of them at least, has to show us some cock
here."
"Oh for heaven's sake's Jeff, do it; pull your
pants down," his wife challenged him. "You know how much of an
exhibitionist you truly are; so now's your chance. Especially if you really
want to see Darlene's tits, like you're always telling me about how much you'd
like to," she said startling everyone including Darlene, who now smiled
looking directly at him.
"Well? Tit for tat. Last chance; now or
never!" She said staring at him directly. And then Jeff began unbuckling
his pants, though turning towards the two of us.
"Don't look at me!" He exclaimed.
"This might be a once in a life-time opportunity here, and if you guys
think I'm going to pass this up; you're crazy!"
Good old Jeff. He always could be counted on to be
the first amongst us to do something like this, but in doing so; he also knew,
the two of us would soon follow. Before I knew it, both Pete and I were now
undoing our pants. All three of us at the point of dropping trow, though now it
was up to the other two girls to get to the same point my wife was; tits free.
To my surprise, both Susan and Bucksy Becky had
reached back around themselves, like
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September 07 Kosher Virgins Share A Sabbath Tryst
Kosher Virgins Share A Sabbath Tryst
A Shy Jewish Teen s Very First Time
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In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in
Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my
senior year.
I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn t really
expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I
barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish
religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18.
Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were
very little, so that we remained close friends and spoke almost daily on the
phone throughout our teen years.
We would talk after school on most days.
She was also dating my best friend. So I d see her over at his house and at USY
activities. Somehow, I was usually squished up next to her in car pools. She d
whisper something in my ear on those moments, and get me smiling, and I d shush
her so her boyfriend, Howie, didn t catch on. She was just 5 foot & a cute
girl with dark shoulder length hair, big eyes, really cute face and body; and
huge boobs, really. I was actually more interested in her older sister who was
a year older than me and was less curvy. Big boobs were okay, But I wasn t
obsessed with huge boobs, but Howie was. Howie was entranced by them. He spoke
about those huge boobs all the time, more than the personality inside. And
Carrie knew that, but she still stayed dating him.
And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to
her tits & twat, and how she was going to be his first. Then, with Carrie
talking to me at other times, she was telling me what Howie wanted to do to
her, and how she wasn t ready, and that he was pressuring her. Then she told me
she went on the pill with her mother s permission to be extra safe even though
a condom was going to be used if & when Carrie did have sex.
Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing
for about 2 months and was getting aggravated in his wait. Time was passing.
A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian
teaching that all sex outside a marriage is clearly a serious sin,
Jews are taught to make a reasonable effort to follow the religious
law. Once a Jew believes he s tried to do his best, he doesn t feel shame for
falling short , spiritually. He met his obligation.
A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told
Carrie that I was going to have the house to myself from Friday afternoon
through Sunday late afternoon on a September weekend. My parents were taking my
sister to a friend s home in Salem for the weekend and they were spending the
weekend in Rockport. The house was mine to relax in. I only told Carrie. See, I
wasn t a partier, which my parents knew, so they weren t worried about that.
They also left me the other car as I had earned my driver s license a few
months prior.
Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone
and she wanted to join me for the weekend. I said; No because Howie would kill
me . But she concocted a plan with a girlfriend of hers who lived just a few
streets away. Howie evidently thought she was having an all girl
weekend . He figured he wouldn t see her at synagogue, either.
Sabbath Night
Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks
were gone, & before I knew what was going on, Carrie was ringing the
doorbell with a backpack of clothes in her hand. I let her in and she grabbed
me in a big hug. Okay, this was getting interesting. I was kind of shocked by
the hug, but I gently hugged her back. Having her so close to me, gave me an
instant erection that I hoped she did not detect. Her first words to me were;
I m starving, what s for dinner?
I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting
lawns and doing odd jobs and had money and always paid my own way. Carrie s
family was wealthy (by my standards) and she didn t work other than the odd babysitting
job, and had a nice allowance each week. While we were waiting for the pizza, I
showed her my sister s room and put her bag in it. We made sure she was not
visible when the pizza came, as I knew the delivery person. She went up and
changed into some flannel pj's and came back down. I had to admit,
she looked good and snugly. She told me to go up and change into my pj s,
which I did.
The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was
before cable TV (as we know it today) and we only had over-the-air TV.
We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the
couch and much to my extreme surprise, Carrie came & sat right
next to me. We started chatting, just like we always did on the phone, but in
person. Talking about everything we always did. Only this time she told me how
she; took Howie s thing in her mouth and it exploded . She gave me much more
detail than I ever would have wanted, and was very thankful that it was dark in
the livingroom so she could not see the stiff tent in my pj s.
Or so I hoped at least.
I remember vividly how she told me she was on her knees in
front of Howie, just wearing her bra & shorts; and how she was touching and
feeling him and how hard he was. How she stuck her tongue out and licked him as
his thing was drooling . She said he tasted salty. I kept saying I really do
not want to hear this. But she went on anyways. She really seemed to love
talking about sex, & telling salacious lurid details.
She told me how she licked her lips to make them wet and
soft. I said they were probably always soft. She shushed me and kind of turned
in to me and laid her hands on my thigh, leaning more onto me and was
whispering in my ear. I could feel her hot breath near my ear and I felt like I
was in an immovable trance. Frozen in place. Thinking back, if I
hadn t been so shy and scared, I probably would have attacked her, screwing her
like crazy. But, I was frozen in place, just trying to breathe and glued to her
every word.
So she started her bawdy story again, telling me again how
she got her lips nice and wet and placed them over the tip slowly. Moving her
mouth up and down and using her tongue on the underside of his thing. At that
point I remember laughing & saying, Can t you call it something else?
She said; What? and I listed off a few suggestions.
She chose dick . And then she started again saying she was slowly going up and
down on his dick. Feeling every part of the underside on her tongue and feeling
it get bigger. Carrie then said she was holding his balls in her other hand and
they were getting tighter. She also said she pulled back until just the head
was in her mouth and she was tonging the top; and then it exploded.
At that point her hand moved and bumped my dick, which was
like a flag pole. I think that surprised her, as her eyes got really big, and
she looked at me, her eyes lit up and she grinned. I was looking at her looking
at me, not knowing what to say or do.
She resumed her tale of the blowjob, saying she pulled him
out and he was spurting on her tits and bra until he finally stopped. She said
he tasted salty again and got soft. She said she held him gently and licked and
cleaned him off. I asked her how she knew what to do? She said; My older
sister had told me, and said she d read it in a magazine . Carrie then shifted
even more against me and the back of her hand was pushing against the side of
my dick. I was afraid to move. She had this horny smile on her face.
Carrie said that Howie got down on the floor with her and
removed her bra and started feeling up and playing with her tits. I now felt
those same luscious tits pushing into my side. She said he was rough with her
tits and hurt her a little bit. She said it took her out of the mood, even
though Howie was hoping to screw her that day, she said no , and ended his fun
right there.
I was there, alone with Carrie & listening. I already
knew some of it, as Howie gave me the broad details. She knew that I knew, and
I m pretty sure she was enjoying the torture she was doing to me. She then
leaned into me a bit more, pushing more against my hard dick and she whispered
in my ear that she doesn t want Howie to be her first.
This surprised innocent me. And she then leaned more
in to me and planted a small kiss on my lips. I was frozen in place but somehow
breathing. That first kiss turned in to a 2nd and into a 3rd. By the time of
the 3rd kiss, I was starting to kiss her back and she had this big smile
on her face. She put her hand on my chest above my heart and asked why it was
beating so fast. I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her, speechless; and
she laughed.
She scooted up & was quickly sitting in my lap, my boner
under her pussie, but she pushed her crotch down a bit. We
kissed a few more times and I was getting the hang of it and enjoying it immensely.
She knew she was now the first girl I had ever kissed.
I was overwhelmed by Carrie s sweet and soft lips, the sweet
smell of her hair and body. I commented how she smelled so nice. She liked that
and wiggled her butt on me.
I was worried that I was going to explode right under
her. She kissed me again, this time exploring with her tongue which met my
tongue and we played like that for a while, and slowly she
just laid against me and whispered in my ear how she liked this so
much. That this is the way it is supposed to be . I think I agreed and
I was loving every minute of it.
The late news came on so we decided to call it a night,
shutting off the TV and going up to the bedrooms. I was looking forward to jerking
off as soon as I got alone, probably a few times before I would be able to get
to sleep (wondering if I even could sleep), while sexy Carrie slept in the next
bedroom.
But it didn t work out that way. I decided to sleep in my
boxers and I crawled into bed. I was thinking about what had just happened,
when Carrie softly walked in and asked if she could join me in my bed. I don t
think I got a word out before she lifted the covers and slid in next to me. I
shifted over to give her more room, then I laid on my side, facing
her. I put my arm out and she laid on it and slid in really close. I think she
had changed out of her full pajama set & just put on a big t-shirt on and I
wasn t sure of what else (if anything).
She snuggled in closer and laid her head on my chest and
made little happy sounds. I laid there wide awake. I LOVED the feeling of her
body on mine but I was wide awake and knew there was no possible way for me to
sleep with her this close. But I didn t care as she felt so nice! I have a sexy
girl in my bed with me! To hell with sleep!
After a few minutes Carrie said it was so nice and comfy,
she thought we could stay in bed all weekend. I agreed. She then adjusted her
body, rolling halfway onto me, leaned up and started kissing me again. I figured
that with her beside me, she wouldn t feel my boner. I was wrong. As she slid
over, completely on top of me and straddled me, there was no way she didn t
feel me and I was wearing loose boxers which did nothing to restrain my
predicament.
There was very little light in the room so I couldn t see
her. She must have been thinking the same thing, so she reached over and
snapped up the shade which let in some moonlight. I said she looked very
beautiful as I held her head in my hands. She bent down and kissed me again.
Then she got this mischievous look on her face.
Carrie then slid down me a little until she was resting her
head briefly on my chest. Then she slid further down and was licking my belly
button (which I found to be extremely stimulating and a little ticklish). She
then slid further down and rested her head at the top of my boxers with my dick
barely below her chin. My legs were splayed as she was between them.
She slid lower and placed her hands on my rock hard dick. I
was watching her with wide eyes, afraid to move. She gave my cock a little
squeeze and I think I moaned. Carrie then hooked her thumbs into the waist band
and pulled down my boxers, Sitting up she pushed my legs together until the
boxers were completely off; and she tossed them off the bed. I was still laying
there wide-eyed, afraid to move. She then pulled my legs apart and climbed back
up me a little bit.
Carrie leaned over and licked the tip of my stiff
flagpole . I was drooling pre-cum quite a bit. She then leaned down and took a
bigger lick and looked up at me with a big smile on her face. I was still
looking at her.
With her eyes locked on mine, she put my dick in her mouth
and slowly licked me up and down. Oh My Gawd, it was indescribable. So
soft and warm and wet. She came up and asked if I liked that; to which I
shook my head, yes . She played with me and said she didn t hear me? I
squeaked out a yes. She asked if she should continue and I think I said; Gawd
yes, please . So down she went and then up and down. Then she stopped and just
very slowly and gently licked me and I groaned and moaned. She licked the tip
and I groaned and then around the head, taking it into her mouth and licking
gently and I groaned louder.
Carrie then lifted her head up and told me to come in her mouth
when I was ready. She then licked the tip again and went down on me much
further. I came.
It felt like gallons. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I
came and came. Finally, I think I stopped. I was sweating and panting. Carrie
produced a towel from somewhere and wiped off her face whatever she had not
swallowed. She came up and rested her head on my chest and told me that was
very nice and that I tasted pretty good. She told me she was honored to be the
first to give me a blow job. She then reached down to my now limp dick and laid
her hand on it. I seemed to have recovered and started to grow again.
Carrie looked at me, eyebrows raised and smiled again. I
said; Sorry, I couldn t help it . She said she was honored and she slid back
down the length of me again. I said wait, but she didn t.
This time she engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down much
more quickly. I was rock hard again. She then started using her tongue on
me again, licking softly then a little more aggressively and I
started moaning again. She was holding my balls and squeezing them a little
bit. And going from bobbing up and down to gently licking me while
watching my face and eyes. She must have felt something as she took much
of me in to her mouth and I came again. It only felt like a little bit, but was
enough. She swallowed. No towel needed this time.
Carrie then crawled back up on me, put her
head on my chest and hand over my dick. It stayed down. She pulled the sheets
up over us. Had my arm around her, and I think I passed out.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke and wasn t
sure where I was or who was with me. I very quickly remembered and lay on my
left side with my arm on Carrie s butt. She was on her stomach.
I started gently rubbing her back and butt as the shirt had
bunched up near her shoulders. I stroked down her leg up her thighs which were
very soft onto her butt and then her back. Slowly and quietly a gradual moan
came from her. So I continued, but more caressing now. I was amazed at how soft
her thighs were and she spread her legs, giving me access the insides of her
thighs which were even softer. My boner had returned and I ignored it, paying
attention to Carrie.
Gradually I was kneading her butt and thighs and touched
her. She was damp. So I included that area in my touching and her moans let me
know when I was doing something right. Eventually, as I explored more, Carrie
started moaning and moving more and urging me on until she arched her back and
let out a big moan and then slumped down and told me to stop. I waited to say
anything and she snuggled in next to me and kissed me tenderly and said that
was VERY nice, but could we go to sleep now? Sheepishly I said yes and we
curled up against one another and fell asleep again.
Sabbath Morning.
I awoke with the sun streaming in having no idea what time
it was. Carrie was watching me with a smile on her face. I asked what time it
was and she said a little after 11 am. We slept through synagogue. I suddenly
realized I was quite hungry and asked if she was and she was.
I made some bagels and eggs and we both ate heartily. I
decided that I wanted to shower and Carrie said; Hey, that s a good idea . I
said she could go first and she said; Uh uh.
Why not? I asked; and she said; Together , to
which I think I blushed and she laughed.
Into the shower we went. Again the kissing started and we
both seemed to love how tender we were, at least at the start. Then we soaped
up and started touching each other all over, washing and touching and looking
at each other. When she washed my dick last and I was hard, she just looked up
at me with raised eyebrows to which I shrugged.
I washed her, bottom to top taking special care at her
boobs. She knows I m not a big boob guy but she said she liked the attention I
gave hers. We dried off and decided to stay in pj's all day and watch
TV.
My parents called sometime in mid-afternoon; to check
on me. When Carrie figured out who I was talking to, she started playing with
my dick. No fair as I couldn t acknowledge her and it made talking to my
parents difficult (which she found extremely amusing). My parents told me they
were staying thru dinner on Sunday and would probably be home around 8pm.
When I hung up, I told Carrie and she smiled the
biggest smile. I asked if she needed to call her parents and she said she
would check in with them around dinner time. This was before caller ID, so
calling from my phone was safe from being discovered by her parents.
We spent the afternoon snuggled on the couch, watching TV. I
made burgers on the grill that night and we ended up back on the couch
afterwards, watching TV again.
Around 7:30, Carrie said she was hot and she just took off
her bottoms, giving me the treat of admiring her ass & pussie. Seeing
her legs and thighs gave me another hard on, which was probably her idea. She
asked if there was anything special I d like to do and I asked her if she could
teach me how to eat her pussie. She said; I ve never
eaten pussie myself, but I could guide you to make me feel good,
maybe even set off an orgasm? Would you like to give me an orgasm . I told
her that would be perfect. And she mentioned I was losing more of my shyness
with her.
She positioned herself so her butt was on the edge of the
couch, her legs spread wide, and me on the floor between them on my knees. But
I decided this was a good opportunity to examine every square inch of her body
starting at her toes.
I picked up her foot and started gently rubbing the bottom
and between her toes and the toes themselves. At first she was puzzled; What
are you doing? which quickly became; Wow, that feels so good, don t stop . I
decided to see what licking the toes and bottom of the foot did for her and she
squirmed a bit and said it made her feel horny. I asked how horny and she just
looked at me and pointed to her pussie. Smiling I went back to work on her
other foot and enjoyed that she was squirming a bit.
Slowly I kissed my way up her ankles to calves to under her
knee which she said tickled. Then I moved to those soft and creamy thighs. At first
I tickled her and then licked and nibbled, slowly getting closer to
her pussie, but ignoring it for now. She said; You re making me so hot!
Please dive in. But I didn t. I spent more
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September 06 Somerset College Advanced Sex Ed: Part 4

Somerset College
Advanced Sex Ed: Part 4
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“Hi, Andrea!” Sunny called, waving as the small, brunette
girl entered the room, walking briskly to her seat.
“Are you feeling better?” Lindsay asked.
It was a fair question. The last time they had seen her was
at the end of class yesterday. When the period had wrapped up, she was still
dazed and limp, totally mind-fucked in the aftermath of her overwhelming
climaxes, and being cradled in Chris’s arms.
“Of course.” Andrea snapped, her cheeks growing bright red.
“See?” Chris said from his desk across the room. “I told you
she was fine. She loved it.”
“I did NOT love it!” Andrea lied. “That was humiliating!
Seriously, being fucked like a dog?! What kind of girl wants to be fucked like
a dog??”
“O, me!” Sunny waved her hand in the air. “Gosh, it was so
hot watching him dominate you like that. I wouldn’t mind being turned into a
ragdoll for a strong man like that. Yes, please!”
“God, do you ever think about anything other than dick?”
Andrea scoffed.
“Of course.” Sunny nodded. “I swing both ways, ya know. I
think about girls, too.”
She winked and blew a kiss at the flustered girl, who gawked
at her, her cheeks red hot, before regaining her composure to glare at the
busty blonde.
“You really are hopeless.” Andrea said, hiding her fierce
blush.
“You gotta admit,” Samantha spoke. “You did orgasm like a
bitch in heat until your brain turned off. Kinda seems as though you liked it
to me. Better yet, it looked like you LOVED it.”
Andrea’s jaw dropped and she shook with anger, popping up
from her chair to glower at the smug goth.
“What did you just say?” she demanded. “I’ll have you know
tha-…”
“Something wrong, Miss Andrea?”
Andrea’s eyes went wide and she quickly closed her mouth as
Miss Banks walked into the room.
“No, of course not, Miss Banks.” Andrea stammered. “Nothing
is wrong at all.”
“Good.” Miss Banks smiled. “I heard you raise your voice and
naturally figured you must be upset about something. Could it have something to
do with yesterday’s lesson? If you have a problem with the curriculum, please
let me know and we can…rectify…the problem.”
Swallowing as she noticed the sinister glint hiding in her
teacher’s eye, Andrea shook her head profusely and sat back in her seat,
hurriedly.
“Absolutely not, Miss Banks!” she squeaked. “I have no
issues whatsoever with your teaching!”
“That’s great to hear.” Miss Banks said, her smile growing
wider. “Well, now that that’s settled, let’s jump right into today’s lesson,
shall we? Since we ran out of time yesterday and our session had to be cut in
half, we will be continuing with sexual position basics and demonstrations
today. But, before we do that, can anyone tell me what the purpose of
intercourse is?”
“To have fun and cum lots!” Sunny exclaimed.
“That’s true,” Miss Banks nodded. “But not quite the answer
I am looking for in this instance.”
“To grow a mutual bond between two partners and bridge their
connection both physically and emotionally.” Daniel offered.
“Well, that was very sweet!” Miss Banks clapped. “Yes, also
very true. Good response, Daniel. You’ll make a girl very happy one day if you
keep that mindset. Still, though, not the answer that I’m looking for. I’m
talking basic. Biological. What is the most prominent purpose behind
intercourse?”
Lindsay timidly raised her hand, and Miss Banks gestured to
her.
“To; to make babies?” she said.
“Exactly!” Miss Banks confirmed. “To make babies. Or, more
properly, the medical term is procreation. There are, of course, a number of
different ways to define it and a whole host of vernacular associated with the
act. Impregnating, inseminating, mating, breeding. Some of the more,
unscientific terms include 'getting knocked up’ and 'putting a bun in the
oven’. I’m sure you have all heard most or all of these terms before, right?”
The students all nodded, some of them avoiding the eyes of
their co-eds.
“As we discovered last class, different sexual positions are
best suited for different purposes. There are those that are more personal and
sensual, suited for loving couples, such as spooning. There are those that
cater to the female, like Sunny demonstrated with the cowgirl position. There
are also those that are more dominant. More; primal.”
Miss Banks didn’t say anything more, but everyone
nonetheless turned to look at Andrea who shrunk in her chair, humiliated.
“And, as expected, there are positions that are especially
ideal for conception.” Miss Banks continued. “Today, we’ll be going over some
of those. Of course, you girls have all been required to regularly take birth
control for this course, so there will be no…ahem…knocking up. But, this will
give you all the basic principle on the specialties for the tasks each serves
and it may help you in the future when you are ready to start a family of your
own. Now then, Samantha.”
Samantha swallowed and straightened as she heard her name
being called.
“Come up here, please. Daniel, you as well.”
Miss Banks waited for them to make their way up and come to
stand before her.
“The two of you will be performing the most basic and
natural of positions for impregnation. Missionary. This can be done with both
partners on the same level, or with the female elevated. Samantha will be
elevated today, as though she were on the edge of a bed. We don’t have a bed
here, so we’ll be substituting that for my desk. You can begin when ready.”
Taking a deep breath, Samantha hopped up to sit on the edge
of her teacher’s desk, facing the class, and leaned backwards to lay flat on
her back. As her head came to hang just off the other side of the desk, she
found herself staring up at the disappointed, glaring face of Miss Banks. Her
teacher had her arms crossed and was wrapping her fingers on her bicep, her
face hard.
“Aren’t we forgetting something, Miss Samantha?” she asked,
a bit of an edge having crept into her voice.
Realization dawned on Samantha as she remembered that she
forgot to start off the demonstration with a blowjob. She went to raise herself
up so that she could climb off the desk and drop to her knees, but Miss Banks’
hand came down to press on her shoulder, holding her down.
“Stay there, if you will.” She instructed. “Since you’re
already in this position, this will give us a good opportunity for you to work
on your deepthroating skills again.”
Samantha’s face paled as she had a Vietnam flashback of
herself on day one of class, in this same position, getting her throat reamed
out by Tanner’s donkey dick. A nervous squeak escaped her, but she didn’t dare
go against her teacher and remained where she was. Miss Banks saw that Daniel
was kicking his way out of his dress pants and waved him over to stand behind
the desk with her.
“Class, come gather around, as well.” Miss Banks called out.
“I want you all to have a good view of our demonstrations.”
Samantha could vaguely hear the footsteps of her peers
clambering around her, but her attention was much more focused on the raging
erection bobbing above her. Daniel swallowed and grasped his engorged length,
guiding it down to Samantha’s upside-down face, and the black-haired girl
reluctantly opened her lips and let him in. Letting out a low moan as his tip
was bathed in the warmth of Samantha’s mouth, Daniel dropped his hands to the
desk on either side of her and began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing
his head past her lips.
“Here, Daniel, try this.” Miss Banks offered.
She moved in and took his wrists, lifting them off of the
desk and placing them back down on Samantha’s large boobs. His fingers
subconsciously squeezed down, squishing the soft globes as his palms came in
contact with the teen’s clothed breasts.
“That’s much better, right?” Miss Banks laughed. “Remember
to loosen up and act accordingly. Forget the fact that you are peers and act as
though she is your doting girlfriend. Use her body as a lover would. That
includes her breasts. And, Samantha.”
She dropped down to her knees to look the nervous girl in
the eyes.
“You, as well. Play the part of the doting girlfriend. Don’t
be scared of his cock. Embrace it. Get involved. You should want to pleasure
him. Every moan he makes should make you tingle and burn with pride.”
Steeling herself, Samantha tried to take her teacher’s
advice to heart. She began to move her tongue about, swirling it around
Daniel’s pumping tip as best as she could. She was rewarded with another,
slightly louder moan, that did, in fact, make her swell slightly with pride.
The other response from Daniel was an increase in speed and depth in his
thrusts. He began to move a bit deeper into her mouth, poking at the back of
her throat, tripping her gag reflex. Panicking slightly, she tried to move
away, fearful of a repeat of her last ordeal, but Miss Banks held her in place.
“Shhh.” She whispered, stroking the scared teen’s cheek
softly. “It’s okay. You’re doing fine. Just relax. Relax your throat and accept
him. That’s it. Relax…”
Samantha hummed, nervously, but she did find comfort in her
teacher’s gentle stroking. Easing up her tensed muscles, she took a long breath
through her nose, forcing herself to relax. To her surprise, on the very next
stroke, Daniel’s tip slid right past the tight barrier to her throat and half of
his length disappeared between her lips. Miss Banks smiled at the newfound
progress and continued to brush her fingers across the girl’s cheek, murmuring
words of encouragement and occasional advice.
Closing her eyes, Samantha allowed herself to do everything
that Miss Banks told her to. Her muscles and tendons went lax. She focused
solely on breathing through her nose, to the exclusion of all else. Of course,
she was still gagging and choking quite frequently, but it wasn’t nearly as
violent as before and she was now able to regroup much faster and take the
reflex in stride. Becoming more and more used to the motions and more
receptive, she re-engaged her tongue to rub against the top of Daniel’s cock as
it moved on the track of her neck.
Feeling something smack into her face, Samantha opened her
eyes, confused. She was just in time to watch as Daniel’s heavy balls came
swinging back into her face, tapping her lightly before rebounding. That could
only mean…she was taking his entire length! She couldn’t believe it. Just a few
minutes ago, even entering her throat seemed like an impossibility. But now,
here she was, his full seven and a half inches of thick meat sliding down her
gullet with relative ease. She had done it! And, Miss Banks was right. She did
feel a burning pride at having accomplished the feat. The pleasured groans and
sighs floating down from Daniel were just another cherry on top.
“That will do, Daniel.” Miss Banks said. “We don’t want you
finishing just yet, and not in that hole. This is, of course, a demonstration
on fertility positions.”
Samantha felt the raging shaft retreat fully from her
throat, leaving her mouth completely empty. Raising her head, she was once
again greeted by her teacher’s face. This time, however, Miss Banks was beaming
down at her pupil, eyes shining and smiling wide.
“That was wonderful, Samantha!” she praised. “Excellent
work! See what a little dedication and focus can do? Do you feel that pride
burning in you?”
Samantha nodded, coughing slightly to clear her throat.
“Good! And what else do you feel?”
“I feel…” Samantha paused.
The burning had moved its way out from her chest and was now
spread throughout her whole body, particularly between her legs.
“I feel horny.” She admitted.
“Yes!” Miss Banks crowed. “Perfect. Take it from there,
Daniel.”
Samantha felt Daniel lift her legs and assisted him,
pointing her limbs skyward, her skirt falling down around her waist. Today, she
had forgone her typical pantyhose in lieu of some thigh-high stockings.
Daniel’s fingers fumbled around her waistline, grasping the hem of her tiny,
lace panties and sliding them out from under her. The small piece of fabric
went up her legs, over the stockings, over her shoes, and then somewhere off to
the side, discarded. Spreading her thighs, he moved between them, and Miss
Banks leaned across the desk, reaching between them to guide his penis to
Samantha’s pussy, prodding against her already-wet slit.
Samantha gasped as she felt the hard tip of Daniel’s
erection rub against her opening. She bit her lower lip and tried to keep her
head up, but her neck was getting tired. Seeing the girl’s head start to slump
down, Miss Banks sat down in her chair and wheeled it up behind her. She gently
lifted the teen’s head and rolled in beneath her, letting her head back down to
rest on her large breasts. Grateful for the soft pillow of her teacher’s bust,
Samantha relaxed her neck, her head now at the perfect angle to see over her
own impressive chest and watch the action.
Taking a deep breath, Daniel rubbed his tip down her
entrance one last time and then pushed in, driving his cock slowly and steadily
in to the base. The teens both gasped and moaned as their union was completed
and they became connected at the hips. They stared into each other’s eyes,
their mouths open and breathing heavily. Samantha whimpered and closed her
eyes, feeling Daniel shift slightly inside of her. He wasn’t the biggest in the
class, but that was hardly a good bar to judge his size by. He was still well
above average, particularly with his girth, and he was much bigger than
anything she had played with up to that point.
Miss Banks listened closely to the girl’s sounds and gently
massaged her shoulders, urging her to relax like she had earlier. She kept
rubbing her until she felt the knotted muscles finally ease up and her
breathing evened out a bit. Samantha opened her eyes again as her tight cunt
adjusted to the thick rod stretching her out. Daniel was still gazing back at
her, concern permeating his expression. Chewing on her lip, Samantha met his
questioning look and nodded her approval, signaling for him that it was okay to
start moving.
Acting on her consent, Daniel withdrew his hips, making them
both gasp again as his throbbing shaft rubbed against her snug walls. When only
the tip remained, he reversed course and drove back in, just as slowly. Upon
bottoming out and receiving a cry of pleasure from Samantha, he retracted again
and started to get a slow, but steady rhythm going. She felt absolutely
incredible. Her pussy was so, so tight and wet. It was so much better than any
fleshlight he had ever used before to satiate his teenage male hormones. After
a minute or two of nothing but satisfied moans from both of them, he kicked the
pace up a notch, moving a bit faster.
With a jolt, Samantha realized that this was her first-time
having sex. With a real person, that is. Her fingers and toys didn’t count. No,
this was officially her very first time being fucked. And it felt so…right!
God, she couldn’t believe what she was missing out on all this time. Maybe now
she understood Sunny a little bit better.
Actually, no. It wouldn’t just work with any old boy. Daniel
was rather exceptional at fucking her at just the right way for her specific
needs. He was moving well, but not too fast to make it uncomfortable. And on
top of that, his cock! It was as though it was made specifically with her pussy
in mind. It was nice and big, but not so big that it hurt. More important than
the length, though, was the girth. It stretched her wide and made her feel so
deliciously full. And the shape was just perfect for rubbing against her G-spot
in addition to every little sensitive place inside of her.
That was without mentioning all the other little things his
hands were doing. In the fray, he had tugged her turtleneck shirt and untucked
it from her loose skirt so that his hands could slide under it and grip her
waist. The skin-on-skin contact was far more satisfying than when there was a
cloth barrier separating them, and Daniel was taking full advantage of that,
even if it was miniscule in detail. His fingers rubbed and stroked her sides
and grabbed at her firmly. To Samantha, the feeling of his fingers against her
bare skin was like a hot iron of lust sizzling on her hips.
Samantha was losing herself in the heat of the situation.
She could feel her reason and sanity slipping away in the face of her looming
orgasm and the utter bliss that she was experiencing. So, this is what it had
been like for Andrea? Fuck, she could really get used to this. She was panting
like a bitch in heat and sweating profusely. Just when she thought it couldn’t
get any more intense and erotic, Miss Banks arms came up and wrapped around her
to squeeze her shirt covered breasts. It would surely have been better had she
been fully nude, but just the firm pressure against her sensitive globes was
sufficient to send her rocketing over the cliff.
As soon as the first spasm rolled through Samantha’s pussy,
Daniel lost his own battle and came with her, shooting a large shot of cum into
her depths. A millisecond later, Samantha’s legs whipped up and wrapped around
him, yanking him fully into her until her pussy lips were kissing his twitching
balls. Daniel felt the soft nylon material of Samantha’s stocking-clad legs
that were locking him in place, and groaned, sending off a second, equally
copious jet of jizz in her. Gripping her hips just as tightly as her legs were
holding him, they both stayed perfectly still, save for their uncontrollable
trembling.
Even after their mutual climaxes had come and gone, they
still stayed frozen in place, Daniel’s rigid dick still lodged inside of her.
Samantha could feel the enormous load that he had stuffed inside of her. It
felt so incredibly warm and utterly filling. She knew that she was packed to
the gills with virile, potent sperm. If she wasn’t on birth control, she would
undoubtedly be sporting a baby bump in a few months’ time.
Her mind still swimming and foggy, she reached up and
grabbed Daniel’s sweaty face, pulling him down to her where their lips met in a
passionate embrace. They eagerly swapped spit, their tongues swirling and
intertwining for a couple minutes until Daniel’s cock was soft enough that it
slipped out of her hot, grasping hole on its own, making Samantha gasp into his
mouth. Tightening his hold on her hips, he lifted her rear up slightly to allow
gravity to keep his semen stuck inside her until her pussy closed back up,
sealing it in on its own.
When they finally broke their lip-lock, they both looked up
and were met with the speechless faces of their peers. The students all gawked
at them, utterly shocked and unbelievably turned on by the over-the-top-hot
display they had been witness to. The boys all adjusted their pants and the
girls all subconsciously rubbed their thighs together, even Andrea, although
she was more sly and embarrassed about it. Miss Banks grinned down at them,
overjoyed, Samantha’s head bouncing slightly on her boobs as her teacher
laughed with delight.
“That was immaculate!” she praised. “I couldn’t ask for a
better demonstration. You two have some chemistry, I think. Students, did you
all see how her legs wrapped around him, holding him in her? That’s a classic,
biological response that serves the breeding purpose. It’s involuntary and
happens when the female is lost in the carnal desire, her sole focus on
ensuring impregnation. That was a pleasure to watch and I think you both
deserve some extra credit for a remarkable performance. You two can take a seat
on the couch in the back to catch your breath and get yourselves together
before joining us for the next demonstration.”
Miss Banks leaned down and placed her lips to Samantha’s ear
so that only she could hear her.
“Or maybe you both prefer to relax back there together and
watch from afar. There’s still plenty of time in the period. You never know
what might happen.”
Samantha didn’t say anything in response, but Miss Banks
felt a slight shiver run through the girl’s body and she hid a smirk as Daniel
carried her limp form off to the back.
“Now that you’ve all been motivated by that display, let’s
move along. Lindsay.”
She turned and fixed her eyes on the skinny redhead, who
shrunk a bit under her gaze.
“You and Tanner will go next. You will be demonstrating a
slightly less household position. The Mating Press.”
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Somerset College
Advanced Sex Ed: Part 3
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“Okay, everyone open your textbooks to chapter three,
please.” Miss Banks instructed, waiting as the students all pulled out their
books and flipped to the page. “As you all can see, this chapter will be
covering sexual positions. A few examples include missionary, cowgirl, or doggy
style. Today, we’ll be going through a few various positions, and I’ll be
having you demonstrate them in pairs. Does anyone want to go first?”
Sunny’s hand shot into the air and she waved it around,
eagerly.
“I’ll go first, Miss Banks!” she offered.
“Okay, Sunny.” Miss Banks waved her up. “David, why don’t
you join her. Both of you come to the front.”
Sunny and David made their way to the front of the room and
Miss Banks pulled out a blanket, spreading out on the ground.
“I’ll have you two demonstrate the cowgirl position. Not to
be confused with reverse cowgirl, standard cowgirl features the female facing
her partner. The two of you may begin.”
Sunny smiled at David and pulled him over to the blanket.
“Take off your pants, David.” She urged. “And then lay
down.”
Undoing his pants, David dropped them and stepped out of the
legs, yanking his shoes through. Sunny was already kneeling on the blanket and
she excitedly patted the spot where she wanted him to lay down. Crouching down,
David rolled onto his back and stretched out, his erection already standing
straight up in the air. As soon as he was ready, Sunny bent down and engulfed
his cock in her mouth. She eagerly slurped down his whole length, taking all of
him into her throat. Extending her tongue to lap at his balls, she swirled her
soft, pink appendage around on his sack, making him moan.
“Class, come gather around so that you can all get a better
view.” Miss Banks said.
The students all rose from their seats and moved to the front,
forming a loose semi-circle around the two students on the ground before them.
Not pausing her blowjob, Sunny pulled back to the tip, sucking on his head
firmly and inhaling through her nose. Glancing up at David’s pleasured face,
she gently took one of his hands and brought it to her head. Taking the hint,
David placed both of his hands on the back of her long, blonde hair and began
to guide her up and down on his dick.
Sunny let him take over, pushing and pulling her head to his
heart’s content, directing the pace and depth of her blowjob. Of course, she
didn’t need any help to give him a stellar blowjob, but it gave her a thrill to
let herself give over control and simply have her mouth used for his pleasure.
David gradually became more and more eager. His grip on her tightened and he
began to thrust up into her mouth, bumping his crotch into her nose. Having a
lot of experience with oral, Sunny took it all in stride. She gagged very
sparsely and let her muscles go limp, allowing him to use her like a fleshlight.
Not wanting him to finish too quickly, Sunny tapped on his
side, signaling for him to let go, and pulled off of him, smiling with saliva
covering her chin. Rolling over, she shimmied her stockings and panties down
over her long legs and kicked them off. With her wet pussy uncovered, she
quickly jumped over to straddle David, who moaned as her hot slit pressed into
his shaft. Biting on one of her fingers, Sunny began to grind her lips over his
hardon, her juices and spit combining to form a slick mess between them.
Raising herself up, she reached down and lifted his cock and guided the tip to
her pussy, teasing it against her entrance.
His testosterone pumping, David’s hands came up to Sunny’s
wide hips and tightened, surprising her. A second later, she shrieked as he
pulled her down, hard, forcing her to bottom out on his cock. David’s seven
inches were certainly not the largest Sunny had ever taken, but being a
cockslut like she was, she loved dicks of all shapes and sizes. That coupled
with the sudden shock of being penetrated, and her eyes were rolling back, and
she was biting her lower lip as his rock-hard length spread her hole open.
Moaning and letting herself adjust to the instantaneous
insertion, Sunny threw her long, blonde hair back and began to bounce on
David’s cock. Her hands found their way up to her chest and she groped her
breasts through her shirt, her large bust overflowing her fingers. Tossing back
her head to cry out freely, her speed increased, and she moved up and down with
more urgency. David’s hands gathered up her skirt and pushed it up to her
waist, bunching it out of the way so that he could get a clear view of their
connection and his cock disappearing into the beautiful blonde.
Shifting her hips to adjust the angle of his penis inside of
her, Sunny whimpered as his cock slid across her G-spot. Each time that she
would come down on him, his tip would poke against her sensitive internal spot,
sending electricity through her body. It wasn’t long before she was shaking and
quivering, right on the cusp of her climax. Another few seconds of slamming her
rear down on him, and she went over the edge.
Sunny’s orgasm was visible and vocal. Her whole body quaked
and shook, and she shrieked. Her hands dug into her boobs, squeezing and kneading
them tightly. David groaned, feeling her pussy clamp down around him, her
muscles spasming and fluttering. Although her timing was off due to the intense
sensations, Sunny kept riding him, yipping each time he contacted her G-spot,
driving her peak higher and higher.
Coming down, panting and her legs now tired, Sunny stopped
bouncing and switched to a twerking technique. Her juicy ass shook and jiggled
as she worked her hips back and forth, grinding on David’s crotch. With this
technique and angle, the effect on her G-spot was even more pronounced, and
Sunny groaned and gasped with each movement. Even though she had just cum, she
could already sense herself climbing the hill towards a second climax.
As Sunny’s muscles became increasingly worn out from the
constant exercise, her speed slowed down, incrementally. Feeling the slower
pace and full of energy himself, David decided to take things into his own
hands. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around Sunny’s torso, pinning her arms
to her sides and pulling her down until her chest was flat against his. Letting
out a soft 'oof’ as her large breasts squished between them, she relaxed and
let him take charge.
Holding Sunny tight to his body, David began to thrust up
into her. His pelvis powered up off the ground, driving his hard cock into her
depths over and over. Sunny gasped into his shoulder, her body limp and
helpless as he pinned her against him. He cunt was dripping, and she was
incredibly close to another climax. Every stroke felt so good, but there was
just something more that she wanted. Something a little extra that would throw
her right over the edge. Shifting her head, she looked up at her teacher.
“M-Miss Banks…” she panted. “C…Can you spank me? Please…slap
my butt. Just once. Please!”
Concealing her smile and maintaining a mask of tranquility,
Miss Banks walked over, her heels clacking until she reached the blanket.
Bending over, her posture accentuating her curvaceous body, she drew back her
hand and delivered a firm smack to Sunny’s jiggling ass. Sunny cried out and
moaned.
“Again!” she gasped. “Please!”
The second smack sent her over the edge. She screamed and
closed her eyes, shaking with her climax. Her mind went blank momentarily and
she forgot where she was, until she caught a breath and her eyes rolled back
down from in her skull. Sunny’s walls clenching down on him was the final straw
that broke the camel’s back for David. Grunting and tightening his grip on the
blonde, he slammed himself to the base and opened the floodgates.
Feeling the first hot stream splash inside her, Sunny
pressed herself firmly against David’s crotch, not even a millimeter separating
their pelvises. She bit her lip and shivered, the sensation of being stuffed
with steamy boy cum one of her favorites in the entire world. She kept herself
pressed into him throughout the duration of their collective orgasm, her
internal muscles milking him further into her tight, hot depths.
Both of them heaving and basking in the afterglow of their
finale, David finally released her from his embrace. Catching her breath for a
bit, Sunny raised her hips, whimpering as his softening length slid out of her
hole. A stream of semen followed and dripped past her lips onto his waning
erection. Licking her lips, Sunny scooted down David’s body and breathed in the
potent, masculine scent of his arousal. Extending her tongue, she went to work
cleaning him up. She licked all along his cock, swallowing down every drop of
his cum that had escaped her. Wrapping her lips around him, she slurped down his
soft penis, sucking every last bit of their combined juices until he was bare
of any remnants of their tryst.
Uncrossing her arms, Miss Banks gave a clap, encouraging the
other students to join her. They all gave the two of them a round of applause for
their performance, making Sunny smile and David blush now that he was in his
post-nut clarity. Handing a clean towel from her stock to Sunny, Miss Banks
raised an eyebrow.
“Very well done!” she praised. “Both of you did excellent.
Great start from you Sunny. Your pelvic motions are superb when you’re on top
and you even cleaned up afterwards. And, David, the way you took control when
she got worn out was just beautiful. I’m very impressed by your work. You
should both be proud. There is always room to improve, but I think I speak for
the whole class when I say that that was a hot performance. The two of you can
get cleaned up off to the side while we get our next pair up here. Hum…let’s
see. Andrea, let’s have you and…Chris. You two will be demonstrating the doggy
style position.”
Andrea’s mood soured as she heard that last sentence. Doggy
style was the last position she had hoped for. She would have much more
preferred some simple missionary or maybe some spooning. Something sensual and
evocative of a connection. Hell, even cowgirl would have been better. But doggy
style? She hated doggy style. It was so…degrading! Even just the name was
demeaning. Doggy style?! What girl wants to be bent over like some animal and
rutted as though she were just a bitch. She was way above doing something as
debasing as that!
Still, not willing to draw the ire of her teacher, Andrea
reluctantly stalked out into the center of the blanket and dropped to her hands
and knees. After waiting for a minute, she looked back over her shoulder and
realized that Miss Banks was standing next to a pants-less Chris, expectantly.
Her teacher stared her down with crossed arms and a tapping toe.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Miss Andrea?” she
demanded.
Andrea looked back, confused and unsure what she was talking
about. Sighing, Miss Banks lifted a finger and traced the outline of her
immaculate, red lips before pointing to Chris’s erect penis. Realization dawned
on Andrea and her mood darkened even further as she remembered that she was expected
to prepare Chris to fuck her.
She spun around on her knees and Chris stepped up to her,
his cock bobbing and striking her face, making her flinch. Tentatively taking
his dick in her tiny hand, Andrea pulled it down to where her mouth could reach
it and she wrapped her lips around it. Still pathetic at performing oral,
Andrea was a far stretch from what Sunny had accomplished. Fuming at being made
to kneel before Chris like some servant, Andrea bobbed her head, rigidly and in
an uninspired manner. Her hand lightly rubbed up and down his remaining shaft
as she had been chastised neglecting for in her first test, but it was without
vigor or skill to speak of.
Chris didn’t care, though. He could tell that the stuck-up
Andrea was hating this, and it made it all the sweeter to feel her mouth around
him. He knew that no matter how pitiful her blowjob was, her pussy would be all
his momentarily. Miss Banks, however, was not amused. Her eyes narrowed and her
brow furrowed. She was about to open up and berate Andrea’s performance, but
Chris acted first. Placing his palm on Andrea’s forehead, he pushed her away
and spun her around all in one move, pushing her down until she fell to her
elbows.
“That’s enough of that.” Chris sighed, dropping to a knee
behind her.
Reaching beneath her skirt, he felt around her waist in a
vague attempt to locate the hem of her undergarments. Andrea scowled as she
felt him groping and feeling up her butt, but she bit back her anger. A thought
coming to him, Chris faked frustration at not being able to locate the top of
her stockings. Instead, his fingers grasped the fabric covering her crotch and,
with a quick flick of his wrists, he tore the thin material, creating a large
hole. Andrea gasped, indignantly, as her stocking were ruined by the brute
behind her. She whirled her head around to glare at him over her shoulder, but
a look from Miss Banks kept her quiet.
Chuckling to himself, Chris pulled her tiny panties to the
side and slid his finger over her slit. To his further amusement, she was
already moist down there. Despite her hatred of this treatment, she couldn’t
hide what her body was saying, and it was saying that she liked it. Probing
into her with his finger, Chris smirked when he heard her gasp, confirming his
suspicions.
That was all the invitation he needed. Lining up his cock,
he gave a few teasing prods at her lips. On the fourth poke, he kept going and
sank his thick cock into her depths. Andrea yipped as he entered her, her tight
walls spreading out around him. Inch after inch pushed into her, splitting her
wide and making her groan. She had only ever experimented with her fingers and
some assorted household items in the past. Chris was far, far bigger than any
of those, and she felt it. She couldn’t see him, being in the humiliating
position that she was in, but he felt positively enormous in her tight, little
cunt. Every time she thought he had given her everything he had to give, he
would push another inch past her lips, making her yelp.
Finally, Andrea felt his tip connect against her cervix and
his groin press against her butt, signaling that he was fully inside of her.
Andrea felt absolutely stuffed. She was a tiny girl at just five feet tall, and
Chris had a truly big dick. She whimpered as he shifted around in her and pulled
back, his thick length dragging along her slippery walls until just his bulbous
head, which still felt large, was left in her. A cry left her lips as he drove
back in, a bit speedier this time, until he smacked into the back of her pussy
somewhere deep inside of her.
Andrea could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, despite
her best efforts not to. Her cheeks flushed with shame at being put in this
disgraceful, misogynistic position. Who in their right mind like being fucked
like a dog? It’s so degrading! Well, Andrea found out that apparently her body
like it, because she was drenched from the sensation of Chris’s cock sliding in
and out of her. Within minutes, she was moaning like a kitten in heat.
She yelped as Chris’s hand wrapped itself in her hair,
yanking her head backwards. How dare he! She wasn’t some piece of meat to treat
however he wanted! Who did he think he was, pulling her hair like some toy for
him to do as he pleased?! That was what the rational part of her mind was
thinking. The lustful part, however, was currently overriding any rational
thought, and she moaned and shrieked as he used the leverage gained from
grabbing her hair to slam into her harder. Shuddering, she slipped over the
edge and came.
This orgasm was far more intense than any she had achieved
through solo masturbation. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed loudly. Her
arms went limp and she would have fallen forward, if not for the handful of
hair that Chris had, holding her up by her brown locks. Andrea’s entire body
shook and trembled, her cunt clenching and convulsing as Chris kept pounding
into her, not giving her any respite during her mind-shattering climax. By the
end of it, the proud and haughty Andrea was reduced to a drenched, drooling
mess.
Even as her climax was winding down, Chris began to speed
up. Her tight hole felt magnificent around him, especially when she was
clenching down during orgasm. Eager to feel her tighten around him all over
again, he grasped her hair more firmly, using it to pull her tiny body into his
thrusts. Her lower lips gripped him all the way down to the base, physically
encouraging him to drive his penis all the more quickly, which her obliged,
groaning in satisfaction when he heard Andrea shriek.
Spurred on by Chris’s increased movements, Andrea’s second
orgasm arrived less than a minute after the first one. She gasped and moaned,
her eyes crossing and her tongue hanging out of her open mouth, dripping saliva
down onto the blanket below. Her internal muscles fluttered and spasmed, tightening
up her walls around him. She still couldn’t believe that she was cumming from
being treated like nothing but a cock sleeve, but by now, her brain was way
past processing that kind of moral dilemma. Instead, she was busy being
overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that was assaulting her consciousness and
steadily driving her crazy.
Pushing Andrea’s skirt up onto her back, Chris gazed down at
her toned rear. She didn’t have nearly as much volume to her butt as someone
like Sunny or Samantha, but her ass jiggled deliciously with each collision of
their hips. Raising his hand, Chris brought his palm down onto her
stocking-clad ass, making a loud slap ring out through the classroom which was
joined moments later by Andrea’s yelp. Her cheek stinging, Andrea shrieked
again as she was spanked for the second time. Unable to vocalize her objections
in her current state of mind, she just hung there in Chris’s grip as he rained
down smack after smack onto her rear, drawing more squeaks and yips from her.
It was humiliating! It was degrading! It was…incredible?
Andrea had been skeptical at best when Sunny had reached
orgasm from being spanked by Miss Banks, but now she understood exactly what
had taken place. The combination of Chris’s engorged cock pummeling into her
along with a series of stinging slaps to her butt was a disgraceful yet somehow
intoxicating mix. Each successive smack pushed her closer and closer to that
third peak, something she had never expected to be possible with a man. After
the sixteenth slap, Chris groaned as he felt Andrea tighten up around him
again.
When orgasm number three struck Andrea, her mind dissolved
into jello. She hung there, limply, nothing but putty in Chris’s hands, unable
to talk or moan or even breathe as her climax tore through her. This was only
heightened when she felt a hot rush of liquid splatter her insides, indicating
the arrival of Chris’s own orgasm. He gripped her hair and waist tightly,
holding her against him as he flooded her insides and painted her pussy white with
his goo. Every spasm and clamp down of Andrea’s walls only served to milk an
additional shot of jizz into her snug cunt, as it was biologically engineered
to do. If not for their required birth control pills, she would definitely be
knocked up several times over from the sheer amount cum that he spewed into
her.
Andrea’s head slumped down onto the blanket when Chris
released her hair, cross-eyed and cum drunk. Sighing contentedly, he let go of
her hips and pulled out, leaving her frozen and shuddering in her face-down,
ass up position. Accepting the towel from Miss Banks, Chris stood and wiped the
collective fluids from his cock, drying himself off. Miss Banks walked around
and bent over, peering down at Andrea’s blank expression, and glazed over eyes.
Pulling the girl’s panties back in place to contain the cum before it leaked
out and fixing her skirt so that her rear was covered, Miss Banks turned to
Chris.
“Great job, Chris.” She praised. “Unfortunately, it seems
Miss Andrea has been fucked silly. If you wouldn’t mind, could you please carry
her to the back of the room and help her collect her wits? Thank you.”
Chris buckled his pants back up and leaned down, grabbing
the tiny teen, and scooping her up in his arms. Cradling her small, limp form,
he strode to the back of the room to the couch that was located in the back and
sat, holding her until the time when she had her mental faculties about her.
The students all watched in shock at the state of the normally arrogant,
egotistical Andrea until M
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September 04 Somerset College Advanced Sex Ed: Part 2
Somerset College
Advanced Sex Ed: Part 2
Day two of class;
the boys get tested.
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“Hi, Samantha!” Sunny greeted as the black-haired girl
entered the room. “How were your morning classes?”
“Fine.” Samantha rasped, swiftly walking to her seat, and
dropping her bag.
“Oh, wow.” Sunny came to stand next to her desk. “You sound
terrible! What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I don’t know!” Samantha snapped, turning to face
Tanner. “Maybe it’s because Someone fucked the ever-living shit out of my
throat yesterday.”
Tanner just shrugged and lounged in his seat.
“Guilty.” He said in a bored tone.
“And someone else, held me down while he did it!” she
directed this to Andrea.
“Oh, stuff it, Morticia!” Andrea retorted. “I just did what
I was told to do.”
“Yeah, well, it’s your turn today, missy.” Samantha grinned
fiendishly. “I hope you get the same treatment. I’ll even volunteer to hold you
down.”
She shrunk in her seat and put on a mockingly sweet tone.
“Oh, please, Miss Banks! Let me pin Andrea down while she
gets her throat reamed out! I would absolutely love to keep her still for you.
Will I get extra credit for this?”
Andrea just rolled her eyes, but a cold pit was forming in
her stomach as she was further reminded that she was, in fact, going to be
giving her blowjob first thing today. She maintained her poise and confident
exterior, but on the inside, her nerves were tangling themselves in knots,
hoping and praying that she didn’t get the 'Samantha fuckdown’.
Chris and Daniel were the last to enter the classroom.
Daniel reached into his bag and pulled out a book, walking it over to Samantha.
“You left this in comp class.” He said, placing it on her
desk.
“Thanks.” She muttered.
“Jesus, are you sick or something?” Chris asked. “Why is you
voice so sore?”
Samantha threw up her hands, exasperated, and curled her
fist in front of her face, miming a vigorous blowjob in answer.
“Lemon tea and honey!” Sunny snapped her fingers. “I was
trying to remember what it was. When I was first starting out with
deepthroating, my voice would get all hoarse, too. I found that lemon tea with
a tablespoon of honey will fix it right up.”
“How am I not surprised that you have a remedy for something
like that?” Andrea sniffed.
“Well, duh, because I didn’t want to be sounding like I’m on
my third pack of cigarettes every day.” Sunny replied.
Andrea just shook her head in awe of Sunny’s airheaded
attitude and wondered how someone like her ever managed to get good grades back
in high school. Before she could make the rude suggestion that Sunny must be
sucking off all her teachers, the door opened, and Miss Banks walked in.
“Good morning, class.” She said, setting her briefcase down
on the desk. “How’s everyone today?”
The students all echoed greetings as Miss Banks did a quick
headcount to make sure everyone was present.
“And Miss Samantha?” she turned to the girl. “How are you
feeling this morning?”
“Fantastic.” Samantha replied, her voice gravelly.
“Great.” Miss Banks smiled. “Well, yesterday I gave the
girls an initial examination to test their abilities. Today, I will be testing
the boys. But first, of course, before we begin, Andrea, we ran out of time for
you to go yesterday so you will be up first today. I’m just waiting for…Oh!
Here he is. Perfect, right on time.”
A knock came at the door and Miss Banks hurried over to open
it. A man entered the room, dressed in a suit and tie. He was tall and
handsome, clearly muscular beneath his attire. Some neatly trimmed scruff
covered his chin, giving him a rugged businessman appearance.
“Great timing!” Miss Banks said. “Glad you were able to make
it. Class, this is Rick Boulder. Does anyone happen to know who that is?”
She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow when David
slowly lifted his hand.
“David?” She called on him.
“He’s a pornstar.” David offered, looking somewhat sheepish.
“Very good!” Miss Banks praised. “Yes, I’m sure most of you
have seen his performances online. Rick isn’t his real name, but that’s the
pseudonym he uses when in a professional capacity, such as today. As someone in
the sexual education industry, I have numerous contacts with on-screen talent
and behind the scenes workers in the porn world. Rick has generously
volunteered his time today to help us out.”
She turned and fixed her gaze on Andrea, who shrunk a bit in
her seat.
“Miss Andrea.” She addressed her. “Please join us at the
front of the room.”
Swallowing nervously, Andrea rose from her seat and went to the
front to stand there, her hands clasped in front of her.
“You’ll be performing your examination on Rick.” Miss Banks
explained. “I need the male students to be ready for their test afterwards. Go
ahead, Rick.”
Rock removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, laying
them both on the desk. Unbuttoning his cuffs, he rolled up his sleeves and
stepped up to Andrea. Andrea looked up at the imposing man towering her and
hesitated, making Miss Banks frown.
“Go on, Andrea.” She chastised. “Don’t make our guest wait
all day. We have much to get done today. Get on your knees.”
She strode up behind the girl and put her hands on Andrea’s
shoulders, gently pushing her down to her knees and joining her by dropping to
her knees behind her.
“There.” She said. “Now unzip his pants and get started.”
Andrea forced her hands to move and fumbled around the
crotch of his pants, grasping the zipper and pulling it down. Chewing on the
inside of her cheek, she reached her small hand through the opening of his
pants and boxers and fished around until her fingers closed on his penis.
Bringing it out into the light, her heart sank as she beheld the size of it. It
wasn’t even hard, yet she could tell it was massive. It gradually grew to life
in her fingers until it was at the intimidating size of about ten inches in
length, and nearly as thick as her wrist.
“Good.” Miss Banks encouraged. “Does he feel fully
engorged?”
Andrea nodded. She could feel her teacher’s large breasts
pushing into her back.
“All right.” Miss Banks continued. “Then put it in your
mouth.”
Leaning forward, Andrea tentatively stuck out her tongue,
touching it to the tip of Rick’s cock. A bead of pre-cum emerged and dripped
down onto her tongue. Andrea recoiled, but was surprised to find that the taste
wasn’t all that terrible at all. Swallowing it down, she leaned back in and
wrapped her lips around his head. She could feel Miss Banks soft breath against
her ear, watching intently just over her shoulder.
“Keep going. A little deeper and add some suction.” She
instructed.
Andrea moved in, taking more between her lips. She did as
she was told and applied some suction to the movement. She didn’t really have a
reference for this, having never given a blowjob, so she just pretended as
though she were trying to drink a thick milkshake through a straw. Of course,
in this instance, the milkshake in question was considerably warmer and much
more protein rich. She bobbed her head over the tip of Rock’s penis, doing her
best to perform as she had seen other girls do.
“Don’t forget to use your hands.” Miss Banks reminded her.
“If you can’t deepthroat your partner, utilize your hands to manually stimulate
the rest of him. Understood?”
Andrea nodded with his cock still in her mouth and timidly
reached up to wrap her fingers around him. Her slim digits barely managed to
encircle his thick girth, making her confidence waver. His size greatly
intimidated her. She had only taken the head, but her tiny mouth was almost
completely stuffed by that alone. Steeling herself, she pushed forward and slid
her lips further down him.
She managed to get two inches in before her mouth was full,
and the tip was threatening to trip her gag reflex. Her eyes flicked up to
Rick’s face, which had remained expressionless throughout, before returning her
focus and resuming her beginner head-bobbing motion. She knew that she wasn’t
going to be anywhere near as good as someone like Sunny, that slut, but maybe
she could at least keep this from taking all day if she put her back into it.
“You’re not stroking. Don’t simply hold onto him, you need
to put some motion into your hand, as well.” Miss Banks said. “Like this.”
She reached her arm around Andrea and took hold of her
wrist, guiding the teen girl in stroking her hand along the remainder of his
length, which was the vast majority of it. After a few strokes, Miss Banks let
go of Andrea’s wrist, nodding in satisfaction when the girl kept up the action
in her absence. Andrea began multitasking, working her hand in tandem with her
mouth. Determined, she pushed a bit deeper and taking another half inch past
her lips, but immediately flinched and gagged when the tip tickled her uvula.
Withdrawing to cough, she sniffled and blinked the forming
tears back, before moving in to recapture the head. She worked as best as she could,
but refrained from pushing any deeper than two inches, fearful of choking
again. As the minutes ticked by, Andrea’s jaw and arm started getting
increasingly tired. After ten minutes, Miss Banks could tell that this was
getting nowhere and tapped Andrea on the shoulder, signaling her to stop.
“Okay, we have a clear baseline.” She noted. “You’re
definitely as beginner as they come. We will have a lot of work to do in the
coming semester. In the meantime, we can’t waste the whole class on this, so
I’ll finish Rick off for a little demonstration. Move over and watch carefully,
okay?”
Andrea nodded, relieved that she was done, and shuffled to
the side, clearing room for her teacher to move forward. In one smooth motion,
she dipped her head down and captured the tip between her lips and swallowed it
to the base. Andrea gaped in shock as the massive cock disappeared into her
mouth and without so much as a peep from Miss Banks’ gag reflex.
Moaning and focusing on cumming as quickly as possible so
that she could get on with her class, Rick dropped his hand to rest on her
head. He thrust in gently to meet her movements, her nose connecting with his
naval each time. Whenever she withdrew until the head was all that remained in
her mouth, Andrea could see her nostrils flare slightly, denoting her expert
breath control. It reminded the teen of an Olympic swimmer that perfectly timed
their breaths while in the pool.
Gripping his muscular gluts, Miss Banks pulled him into her
on every stroke, drawing him closer and closer to completion. It didn’t take
long before Andrea saw his shaft flex and his balls twitch, signaling his
orgasm. Feeling the first shot of cum splash against her tongue, Miss Banks
quickly swallowed it and then buried the whole shaft down her throat. She
expertly worked her throat muscles to draw out every last drop of jizz that he
had to give to her, sending it straight into her stomach. When his orgasm
finally petered out, she slowly pulled back, her lips sealed tightly to clean
him along the way, and finished by sucking on his head, nursing the last drips
from him, and swallowing them as well.
When she released him from her lips, she looked perfect and
proper. Andrea couldn’t see any signs of the impressive deepthroating she had
just performed. Her chin was completely dry of saliva and her makeup was free
of tear streaks. Even her bright red lipstick was barely smudged. Rick pulled
out a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to Miss Banks, who checked her
appearance to be sure she was professional. Fixing one stray strand of brown
hair that had escaped her tight bun, she handed the mirror back to him and
rose, gesturing for Andrea to do the same.
“I hope you were watching closely.” She told the girl. “I’ll
be working with you on your oral skills throughout the term. You need a lot of
help in this department. You may return to your seat. Don’t forget to thank our
guest.”
Andrea thanked Rick, who smiled kindly at her, and hurried
back to her seat. Sunny leaned toward her when she sat down.
“Wow, that was a huge cock!” she whispered.
“I know. Shut up.” Andrea hissed back.
“What did it taste like?” Sunny ignored her request. “Did
you count how many ropes he pumped into Miss Banks? God, she is so good at
that. I hope I’m that good one day.”
“Yeah, I get it.” Andrea retorted. “You’re a slut. Now shut
up, please.”
“Ladies.” They both straightened and closed their mouths as
Miss Banks returned from showing Rick to the door. “Is there an issue?”
“No, Miss Banks.” They spoke in tandem.
“Good. In that case, it’s time to move on to the boys. I
want to get an idea of your stamina, so I will be giving all of you handjobs
until completion. I don’t expect you to last long. My skill is considerably
higher than any girlfriend you’ll ever have. However, this will give me a
reference point for later in the semester. Tanner, since you went last
yesterday, how about we start with you. Please join me.”
Miss Banks walked behind her desk and retrieved her chair,
wheeling it out into the open, patting it and indicating for him to sit. Tanner
sat in the chair and waited as his teacher went back to her desk and opened a
drawer, pulling out a plastic tube of lubricant. Returning to him, she swiveled
the chair to give the class a side profile of the demonstration and knelt in
front of him.
“Girls, just because this is for the males, doesn’t mean you
can zone out.” She said. “I want you all paying close attention to what I do.
Take notes if you need to. First off, I would recommend you all get something
like this.”
She held up the bottle of lube to show the class.
“This is a flavored lubricant.” She explained. “Unless your
partner requests to finish somewhere on your body, you should always be taking
his load internally. In the case of a handjob, that means you are expected to
swallow. A flavored lubricant is always preferable to unflavored. This one is
strawberry, but you can purchase any flavor or brand of your choice.”
Unzipping Tanner’s pants and undoing his belt, she slid them
down his legs until they were bunched around his calves, letting his growing
cock spring into view. A low hum emanated from Sunny as she caught sight of it
again, enamored by his nine-and-a-half-inch length. Miss Banks grasped his dick
and hefted it straight up, pointing it towards the ceiling. Popping open the
bottle of lube, she poured a generous portion onto his tip, watching as it
cascaded down the sides of his erection.
When she had enough, she began working her hand and
spreading around the slippery, viscous fluid until it covered his whole shaft.
Tanner grunted in pleasure when she began to stroke in earnest. True to her
word, she was an extraordinary sexual talent. Her strong fingers squeezed him,
riding the line between gentle and firm at just the right amount. Her hand slid
up and down his length at a steady pace, caressing and rubbing him from tip to
base. Each time she crested his head, her thumb swirled around it expertly
before massaging his glans on the way back down.
Reaching between his legs with her other hand, Miss Banks
closed her fingers around his heavy balls and started to massage them as well.
Her deft digits flitted around his orbs, fondling and squeezing them gently,
making him groan. Her hands worked perfectly in tandem, never interfering with
the work of the other. While one jacked and rubbed his stiff cock, the other
manipulated his balls. She stopped squeezing both and alternated to one at a
time, focusing on one first and then moving to the other shortly after.
Changing up her method, she dropped his balls altogether and
brought that hand to join the other on his penis. She closed both hands around
his shaft and used them to simultaneously jack his length. All ten of her
fingers skillfully rubbed along his skin, edging him closer to his climax. She
twisted and rotated her hands in opposing directions as they rose and fell
throughout the course of the handjob. She could feel his legs shaking and
trembling as he tried to hold out as long as possible, but she knew it was only
a matter of time. He had no chance to withstand her ministrations for much
longer.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, she spotted his balls
twitch and hurriedly swooped down to capture the head of his cock in her mouth
milliseconds before he erupted like a geyser into her. She stopped her twisting
motion, opting for a simple jerking method as he came into her mouth.
Continuously swallowing his load as he filled her mouth, her hands worked in
unison to heighten his orgasm and draw as much cum as possible from his balls.
His payload was copious and plentiful, impressing Miss Banks with its quantity
as she quickly gulped it all down.
When his climax began to falter and his shots became smaller
and smaller until it was just a trickle, she slowed her hands down to no more
than a crawl, careful not to overstimulate him, and ultimately stopping moving
altogether. Her lips suctioned tightly around him, pulling every last drop of
his orgasm out and sending it to join the rest in her stomach. With one final
stroke from his base to his tip that squeezed the final bead of cum out and
onto her tongue, she released him from her oral grip with a pop and let go of
his wilting hard-on to glance at the clock.
“Ten minutes.” She noted. “Almost eleven. Very impressive,
Tanner. Not many men can last that long from my handjobs. Well done. Sunny.”
The blonde broke her stare off of Tanner’s dick and snapped
her attention to her teacher.
“Yes, Miss Banks.” She answered.
“Go into the top left drawer of my desk.” She instructed.
“There’s a stack of hand towels in there. Take four and go back to Tanner’s
desk with him and clean him off before he zips his pants back up. Do the same
with each of the boys when I finish with them. Understood?”
“Yes, Miss Banks!” Sunny nodded.
She hurried to the desk and retrieved the folded towels from
where she had been directed, before following Tanner back to his desk. She
knelt before him, eagerly, and reverently wiped all the lubricant from his
softening penis. A tiny drop of remaining cum appeared at the tip and she
quickly extended her tongue to lap it up, savoring the flavor, before finishing
her work and returning to her chair.
“Daniel, you’re up next.” Miss Banks continued on with the
class. “Please come take a seat for me.”
Daniel rose and headed up to the front. At his teacher’s
direction, he undid his belt and zipper, dropping his pants and sitting down.
She immediately knelt between his legs and grasped his cock, gently tugging and
coaxing it to full mast. When it was completely hard to her satisfaction, she
applied a long string of lube along him and her hands went to work, smearing
the liquid all around him.
With his shaft good and slick, she began the exact same
process as she had performed on Tanner. Consistency was important for this, and
she knew that if she changed up her techniques drastically from student to
student, the results would be skewed, and she would not be able to replicate
the process later in the semester. She had meticulously written down her
process for this exam beforehand and filed it in her exam notes, so that she
could test the boys in the exact same fashion and get a satisfactory result to
see their progress down the line.
Daniel didn’t last quite as long as Tanner, but his stamina
was still good, nonetheless. At the eight-minute mark, she felt him shudder
under her grip, and the signature flex of his balls told her all she needed to
know. Her head flew down to his erection and slurped him between her lips,
catching the entirety of his load in her mouth. Shot after shot flowed down her
throat and into her stomach, giving her the same thrill of achievement that she
got every time she finished a man off. Gulping down the last couple bits of his
orgasm, she leaned back and checked the time.
“Almost nine minutes.” She noted. “Very good once again. You
may return to your seat, Daniel.”
Sunny was already eagerly awaiting him, a fresh towel in
hand. She dropped down to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock,
drying him off and eking out the jizz that had lazily flowed up in the
aftermath of his orgasm, which she hungrily lapped up.
Meanwhile, Miss Banks had already begun testing David. Her
hands were latched onto his shaft and balls, working together to tease and
stroke him to completion. He shifted about in the c
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Somerset College
Advanced Sex Ed: Part 1
Unsuspecting
college freshmen sign off for an “Advanced Sex Ed’ class.
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“Hey, everybody!”
Samantha groaned as she recognized the bubbly, happy voice
immediately. She looked up and confirmed her guess as Sunny skipped into the
classroom. Samantha didn’t exactly get along with Sunny. The blonde’s
happy-go-lucky persona and perpetual cheerfulness made her nauseous. Still, the
girl didn’t seem to get the hint and refused to leave her alone. She sighed as
Sunny noticed her sitting at one of the desks and waved, bouncing over to her.
“Samantha!” she said. “You’re in this class, too?”
“Why would I be in here if I wasn’t in the class?” Samantha
responded.
“Oh, good point. Hey, Andrea, you’re taking this course,
too? I would have thought you would be taking something else.”
“The other electives were too stupid.” Andrea answered, not
looking up from her phone.
That, Samantha could agree with. At Sommerset College, all
freshmen students were required to take a sex education course in the fall
semester. All students were required to take a basic sex ed, in past years;
but this year there was a new elective being offered for those who
already took AP human anatomy in high school. This option was called Advanced
Sex Ed . It sounded like an easy A+ to all these AP students so many had
applied. How hard could sex ed be, after all? Unfortunately, there were only
eight spots. Four available for female students; and four available for male
students.
The classroom had 8 traditional school desks, aligned in 2
rows of 4. But the back wall & 2 side walls each had a sofa. They were
separated by end tables with lamps lit, to provide soft lighting, except near
the teacher’s desk, up front. A large soft area rug was off to the side
of the teacher’s desk. A whiteboard was the only item mounted to the
walls, and it was centered on the front wall, between the rug & teacher’s
desk.
Sommerset College draws students mostly from the surrounding
counties on the western side of rural Alberta. It wasn’t surprising that some
of the students in this class came from the same high school.
“Oh, look, Lindsay’s here, too.” Sunny smiled at the redhead
as she entered the room.
“Hi, Sunny.” Lindsay said. “Hey, Andrea. Hey, Samantha.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun!” Sunny giggled.
“Whatever.” Samantha just rolled her eyes. “I’m just glad to
be out of high school. No more bells ringing, no more crappy cafeteria food,
and no more uniforms.”
“Aw, I liked the uniforms.” Sunny complained. “They’re
cute.”
She pictured her old high school outfit. It was the same as
every other girl’s, A short, pleated, navy skirt with a short sleeved, white
button up shirt. She often twirled around, her skirt floating up around her
with her movements.
“Of course, you liked it.” Samantha grumbled. “Every time
the wind blows, everyone saw your panties.”
“What does that mean?” Samantha asked.
“It means that some of us like keeping our boobs inside our
shirt.” Samantha gestured at Sunny’s blouse that was straining to contain her
large chest, the buttons hanging on for dear life. “But what can you expect
from a girl with a pornstar name.”
“Hey, don’t be like that, Sam.” Lindsay chided, pushing her
glasses up her nose. “I like your name, Sunny.”
Sunny beamed at her, grateful. Lindsay was a kind &
well-behaved young lady from a conservative family. She respected everyone, and
everyone at the old high school liked her.
“Can you all shut up and sit down?” Andrea snapped, annoyed.
So, all four of these ladies already knew each other, But who else will be in
the class?
Sunny and Lindsay shirked, and quickly took their seats as a
few of the unknown male students filed in. Chris and Daniel were the first guys
to arrive, laughing about some joke as they came in the door. They were from
the county to the north. Finding the front row taken by the girls, they took
two seats in the second row and slid their backpacks under their seats.
“Only eight students, huh?” Daniel asked. “I hope this class
isn’t too hard. I need a good grade.”
“Relax, Danny.” Chris locked his fingers behind his head and
leaned back. “It’s just sex ed. Essentially basic anatomy and common sense. You
know, wrap it up and don’t knock anyone up. That sort of stuff.”
“Do you mind?” Andrea asked, angrily.
“Sorry.” Chris grinned at her, apologetically. “I’ll put a
lid on it now.”
He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away a key. Andrea
just rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, only to be interrupted a
couple seconds later by a loud voice.
“Everyone ready to learn about sex?” David popped into the
room. He was from Edmonton and very extroverted.
“Oh, Great!” Andrea said, exasperated. “One more idiot in
this class.”
“Aw, don’t be so mean, bitch.” He winked at her. “You could
use a little humor. Might make you more approachable.”
“Over my dead body.” She shot back.
Tanner was the last to show up. He took his seat without a
word and dumped his backpack on the floor. He played on the hockey team and
grew up on a dairy farm. His dorm was just down the hall from Chris’s.
“Tanner, you’re taking this?” Chris asked, surprised. “I
would have thought you would take some kind of animal husbandry or something.”
“I wanted to, but my mom made me take this.” He answered.
“She’s terrified that I’ll get a girl pregnant at college and lose my hockey
scholarship.”
“Well, why don’t you just keep your dick in your pants
then?” Andrea offered.
“Is your voice always that irritating?” Tanner countered.
Andrea glared and opened her mouth to respond when their
instructor walked in, her heels clicking on the linoleum tiles. She set her
briefcase down on the desk and turned to the white board. In big letters, she
wrote ‘Miss Banks’ and ‘Advanced Sex Ed’ in red marker and spun to face the
class. She looked to be about thirty years old and very beautiful. She was
dressed professionally, in a tight, black pencil skirt and a matching blazer
over her white dress shirt. The top button was undone on her shirt, showing off
her generous cleavage that was threatening to rip her top open.
“Good afternoon, class.” She greeted, her icy, yet sexy
voice commanding all of their attention. “I am your instructor, Miss Banks. I
see everyone is here. That’s good. We’ll begin.”
The Girls:
Sunny: Height-5'9”, Hair-Blonde, Breasts-DD, Personality-
Cheerful, slutty, dumb, stereotypical blonde.
Andrea: Height-5'0", Hair-Dark brown, Breasts-C, Personality- Demanding,
smart, valedictorian type, no-nonsense.
Samantha: Height-5'2", Hair-Black, Breasts-D, Personality- Jaded, dark,
goth type, snarky.
Lindsay: Height-5'4", Hair-Ginger, Breasts-B, Personality- Kind, smart,
talkative, well behaved.
The Guys:
Chris: Height-6'0", Size-8", Personality-
Outgoing, smart, well mannered, well-spoken, athletic.
David: Height-5'8", Size-7", Personality- Joker, loud, class clown.
Tanner: Height-6'3", Size-9.5", Personality- Quiet, strong, athletic,
calm with a short fuse.
Daniel: Height-5'11", Size-7.5", Personality- Introverted, friends
with Chris.
The Teacher:
Miss Banks: Height-5'10", Hair-Light brown, Breasts-DD,
Personality-Strict, provocative, Dom, playfully evil.
She opened her briefcase and pulled out a stack of papers.
Tapping them on the desktop to line them up neatly, she walked down the rows of
desks and handed one to each student. When each of them had received a packet,
she returned to the front of the room.
“This is the course syllabus.” She explained. “It details
all the material we will be covering throughout the semester, the schedule,
and, most importantly, my expectations. Before we begin, I trust you ladies all
fulfilled the pre-requisites for this course?”
The girls looked at each other and nodded, remembering the
notice they had gotten before the semester began that had instructed them to
visit their pharmacist and begin taking birth control pills. Andrea raised her
hand.
“Yes. Andrea, right?” Miss Banks confirmed, looking at her
roster sheet. “What is it?”
It says these first six class dates are labs. So why are we meeting in this
room? It looks like a hybrid classroom & lounge?”
“You’re curious, Andrea. I like that. You’ll understand the
accommodations by the time we end our first 2-hour lab session, today.” The
Milf teacher said with a smile.
“But why do we need to be taking birth control pills?”
Andrea added. “That seems like a weird requirement.”
“This is a sexual education course.” Miss Banks answered.
“Of course, we want to promote safe sex. I would have thought that to be
obvious to a student as intelligent as you.”
Andrea shrunk in her seat, her face red and embarrassed at
having been called out for not knowing something. Miss Banks just smiled and
looked over the other students.
“Any other questions?” she asked.
She paused for a few seconds, looking for any hands. When
none were forthcoming, she continued.
“Okay. I’ll give you two minutes to take a look through the
syllabus. Read everything carefully and then, we’ll stop for questions again.”
She took her seat and began organizing her materials as the
students read in silence. A minute later, Lindsay raised her hand. Glancing up,
Miss Banks noticed and called on her, referring to her roster again.
“Yes, do you have a question…Lindsay?”
“Yeah, this curriculum is very…detailed.” She noted.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand your question.”
“Well, some of the material is; unexpected.” Lindsay
continued, reading off some of the listed subjects. “Oral? Anal? Threesomes?”
“Ah.” Miss Banks nodded. “Well, as I’m sure you are aware,
this is Advanced Sex Ed .”
She uncapped her marker and underlined the word 'Advanced’
on the white board.
“This is not your basic freshman college course.” She
explained. “You already know the basics of sexual intercourse. This class will
give you more extensive knowledge and techniques.”
Still unsure with what that all meant, Lindsay dropped her
hand and just went back to reading. Having just turned 18 this past summer,
Lindsay never told her parents that she signed up for this alternative class.
She was already feeling sorta slutty for taking the required birth control
pills. She loved what the pills did for her cleavage, but she was starting to
question her decision.
Samantha asked why the females were told to wear skirts in
the labs; “I thought I was done with skirts when I finished prep school?” Miss
Banks said; “Most all labs have some required garments. And they are often for
safety in the lab. But in some ways these labs will feel more like a phys ed
effort. Skirts just make things more comfortable for the ladies, but more
importantly, it allow us to quickly set up for, and complete some of the lab
assignments. Our time is limited and you’re all expected to respect each other
by not wasting our time, unnecessarily.”
A minute later, Miss Banks stood up and addressed the class.
“Okay, now that you have all gotten an opportunity to read
through the course overview and we have gotten any questions out of the way,
let us get started.”
She turned to the white board again and wrote 'Oral’ in big,
neat lettering and underlined it twice. Capping her marker, she turned back to
the class.
“We have a lot of work to cover this semester, so we’ll jump
right into it today, beginning with oral. This is a basic principle of sexual
intercourse so it’s nothing too advanced for you all yet. This will also give
me a good starting point to judge where all of your levels are at. Lindsay,
since you had some questions concerning the curriculum, perhaps you can begin.
Please join me up front.”
She stepped around from behind her desk and waited. Lindsay
looked around, puzzled, but she stood and walked to the front of the room to
stand next to the instructor, her hands clasped in front of her. Miss Banks
looked around the room at the other students.
“Hum, let’s see…” she looked down at her roster. “Chris, how
about you join us as well.”
Chris was just as confused as Lindsay, but he rose from his
seat and joined the two of them at the front.
“Okay, Lindsay.” Miss Banks said. “Let’s see how much
experience you have. Perform oral on Chris.”
Lindsay’s jaw dropped, flabbergasted. This guy was a total
stranger to her!
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“Please listen close so I do not have to repeat myself in
the future.” Miss Banks chastised. “Now, perform oral sex on Chris to the best
of your abilities. Be quick about it.”
Lindsay, still frozen in shock, just stood there as Miss
Banks pushed her down to her knees before this guy she didn’t know at all. She
looked up at the equally surprised young man looking down at her and then back
to their instructor. Never one to defy authority, Lindsay was in utter shock.
Miss Banks just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Chris, perhaps you can help her get started.” Miss Banks
suggested. “Unzip your pants and present your penis.”
Chris snapped out of his shock, then unsnapped &
unzipped his pants. Reaching into the opening of his boxer briefs, he pulled
his dick through and into view. He jumped as Miss Banks grabbed hold of him and
started stroking him to erection. Her talented hands had him to full mast
within seconds. When she released him, his long cock was now no more than an
inch from Lindsay’s cute face. Miss Banks put her palm on the back of the
little teen’s head and nudged her forward, bumping her lips into Chris’s tip.
“Open up.” Miss Banks ordered.
Galvanized into action by Miss Banks’ steely voice, Lindsay
opened her stunned mouth and took the first inch of Chris’s thick penis into
her mouth.
“That’s better.” Miss Banks said. “Now hurry up and suck him
off. We don’t have all day, you know.”
Lindsay complied to the best of her ability, sucking on his
head and running her tongue around him. Unfortunately, she had limited
experience in the blowjob department. Her previous oral encounters had been few
and far between and nowhere close to the size of Chris. Faced with the prospect
of blowing the biggest cock she had ever seen, she didn’t even know where to
begin. Fortunately, Miss Banks was there to coach her and give her tips.
“Move your head.” She said. “You need to put some motion
into it, like so.”
The teacher’s hand on her head guided her back and forth in
a standard BJ motion. She helped her get started and then let her go on her own
devices. Lindsay continued to bob her head once Miss Banks’ hand fell away. She
sealed her lips tightly around him and applied suction, her cheeks hollowing
out. Chris was groaning in pleasure, but he didn’t seem to be any closer to
finishing any time soon.
“Go deeper, honey.” Miss Banks urged.
Pushing her slipping glasses back up her nose, Lindsay did
what she was told and went a bit deeper. She pushed forward three inches until
the tip of Chris’s cock bumped into the back of her mouth, causing her to gag
and pull back immediately.
“Try again.” Her teacher said. “A bit deeper this time.”
Lindsay blinked back some tears and breathed in, going
forward again. When his dick poked at her throat again, she tried to go
further, but her instincts repelled her in a fit of coughing. Miss Banks looked
down at her, somewhat disappointed.
“It seems you’re very inexperienced at this.” She noted. “At
this rate, we’ll be here all class waiting for you to finish. Keep sucking,
girl, and I’ll give you a hand.”
Miss Banks literally gave her a hand, wrapping her fingers
around the remaining length of Chris that was not in Lindsay’s mouth. Bending
down to drop a long string of saliva onto the top of his cock, she twisted her
hand around, spreading the lubricating liquid. With his shaft now slick, she
started stroking him vigorously.
This was no rookie blowjob now. With the combination of
Lindsay’s soft mouth sucking his head and Miss Bank’s skilled hand stroking the
rest of him, Chris was grunting and thrusting his hips within minutes, drawing
ever closer to climax. Miss Banks watched his face and movements closely,
monitoring how far along he was. When she saw he was about to cum, she leaned
towards Lindsay’s bobbing head.
“Make sure you swallow it all.” She ordered.
Before Lindsay could register what her teacher had said, she
felt a hot burst of semen fill her mouth. She squealed and started to pull away
from the salty, sweet stream. Her practiced eye recognizing that the redhead
teen was about to retreat, Miss Banks released Chris’s cock and took a firm
grip of the girl’s hair, holding her in place. She quickly brought her other
hand in to continue jerking him as well.
“I said to swallow!” she commanded.
Lindsay’s cheeks were now puffed out like a chipmunk, full
of warm jizz. Closing her eyes, she reluctantly gulped down the copious fluid
as Chris’s balls continued to flood her mouth, spurred on by Miss Bank’s manual
actions. She pulled back as the instructor finally released her and the final
spurt of semen landed on her glasses, dripping down the clear lens.
“You have a long way to go, Lindsay.” Miss Banks told the
coughing girl. “But this was a decent start. You may return to your seat. You
too, Chris. Thank you.”
Chris tucked his softening dick back into his pants and
strode back to his seat, shrugging to his bewildered friend, Daniel. Lindsay
wiped her glasses on her skirt and stood, returning to her desk.
“And Lindsay.” The redhead turned as she heard her name. “I
better not have to tell you to swallow twice again. Understood?”
A chill went through her as she met the icy eyes of her
instructor and she nodded hurriedly, sitting down. Lindsay was devastated, but
somewhat proud that she was learning and experiencing things she was previously
banned from even knowing about, in her home.
“Good.” Miss Banks said. “Now, who wants to go next?”
“Oh, me!” Sunny’s hand flew up into the air. “I want to go
next, Miss Banks!” Lindsay marveled at Sunny’s boldness, confidence, and
passion for the assignment.
“Certainly, Sunny.” Miss Banks replied, happy to find a
willing student. “Come to the front. How about we have; David as well. Both of
you come up.” Sunny dropped to her knees immediately, pulling David toward her
and smiling excitedly as she unbuckled, unsnapped, & yanked down his zipper
and fished his hardening cock and balls out of his loose boxers. Sunny had never
met David, but that didn’t matter to her. Without a moment’s hesitation, she
bent forward and engulfed his half hard penis in her mouth, bathing him in her
warm saliva. Using her hands to match her head’s movements, Sunny stroked his
base and sucked on him with gusto, showing considerably more skill than
Lindsay.
The normally loud, jokey David was rendered speechless by
the eager blowjob that the beautiful, busty blonde was giving him. She delved
deep, pushing his tip down her throat repeatedly. Her other hand joined the
first and reached in the opening of his pants to massage and fondle his
testicles. David moaned as her deft fingers gently squeezed his balls, making
his cock jump in her mouth.
Sunny stopped stroking and placed her hands on his thighs.
Winking up at him, she swallowed his cock whole, deepthroating him in one fluid
movement. David gasped and Miss Banks raised an eyebrow appraisingly as all
seven inches disappeared between her pretty lips. Without moving an inch off of
him, Sunny took David’s hands and brought them to rest on her head, nodding
encouragingly at him.
Taking the hint, David began to piston in and out of her,
fucking her face in earnest. Sunny took it all in stride, never batting an eye.
Her nostrils flared as she took a breath on each outstroke and her hands never
left his thighs.
David didn’t last long in Sunny’s warm, wet mouth. With a
grunt, he buried his dick in her throat and held her there while his balls
unloaded their contents straight into her stomach. Sunny just kept swallowing,
her throat muscles working ardently to milk him dry and put it right where it
belonged, in her belly. When he dropped his hands from her, completely spent,
Sunny slowly pulled back, sucking all the way and cleaning him off until the
soft head popped out of her mouth. Swallowing once more, Sunny
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September 02 An Unexpected Match: Part 2
An Unexpected Match: Part 2
Taking It To The Bedroom
By Dansilver.
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Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a
wicked grin at him.
He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from
fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to
fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only
just begun.
Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb
the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her
wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had
enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks. But bubbling
underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin's
sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her
passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26
years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a
relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and
comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was
concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come.
Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him,
her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last
15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with
his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was
inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant
because of his lack of experience - would it be obvious to Lori? Would she
judge him negatively for it?
And hesitant because he honestly didn't know whether he the
sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he
sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn't know
whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had
overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori's warm mouth, had been powerful but
now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his
leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh.
"So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that
came from?" Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on
his leg.
"Sure.." Martin stuttered. "But it might take
me a while to recover..."
His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and
embarrassment flowed through him.
Lori giggled. "Don't worry - it will be 'new balls' in
no time at all."
Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease.
"Shall we go to the bedroom? There's more space than on
this couch which will give us a few more options." Lori grinned.
"Sure. Let's do it." Martin said, committing
himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn't let him down. The alternative
was to make a lame excuse to leave - something he knew he would end up
regretting for a very long time.
Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and
through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that
it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori's house
had. In the centre of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white
linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly
reflected Lori's personality - but he now knew that underneath the demure,
controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too
eager to emerge.
Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in
place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed
and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude.
"Ok, I have an idea." Lori smiled. "You said
you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And
right now I'm feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So....why don't you
pretend you're that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here
and join me?
Martin gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Even
the slightest inkling of what Lori was suggesting sent a pulse of life through
his previously dormant cock. It didn't take long before the confirmation came.
Lori reached over and opened the oak drawer of her bedside
cabinet, pulling out a sleek plum coloured vibrator which was slightly curved
with a silver band around the middle. She threw herself back on the bed, her
head resting against a white linen pillow and drew her knees up and apart,
displaying her white tennis panties which were now visibly stained with her
juices from their earlier passion. A new darker patch had begun to form due to
her current excited state.
Lori pressed the white button underneath the silver band and
a low buzzing sound began to be heard from her toy. She pressed the vibrating
wand against her pussy and immediately let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin
stared in awe at the scene before him.
Lori's eyes, full of fire, were fixed on Martin's face as he
gazed, transfixed at this vision of seeming innocence and wantonness combined.
In over a quarter of a century he had never seen his wife like this, yet he was
fulfilling his fantasy with Lori in less than an hour in her home.
He felt his cock begin to stir back to life.
The sensations emanating from Lori's pussy and spreading
throughout her body were already clearly getting the better of her. Her mouth was
now opened wide and groans were sounding from the back of her throat as the
vibrator did its work. Lori's eyes however, remained firmly fixed on Martin,
his own mouth open in awe of the sight before him. Every so often they would
move from Martin's eyes and drop down to his groin where his cock was now
extending and stiffening by the second. This sight clearly was contributing to
her growing excitement.
Suddenly, and without warning Lori yanked back the thin
material of her panties, revealing her swollen and glistening crimson pussy
lips. As she did so she plunged the purple wand into her soft folds of flesh,
her lips parting and enveloping the toy which Martin also noticed had increased
in its frequency and intensity. He also noticed Lori's slick wetness begin to
drip down the vibrator as she urgently thrust it deep into her flesh cunt.
The sight of all of this was overwhelming for Martin. He
felt his heart beating hard in his chest but more than that his attention was
drawn to his now fully swollen cock. It had been resurrected and now stood to
attention against his stomach like a soldier ready for duty.
He was torn. Part of him wanted to continue to watch this
incredibly sexual woman bring herself to a climax with her device. But the urge
to join her and feel his own flesh merge with hers was even greater. He moved
his body the short distance across to her and grabbed the waistband of her
tennis skirt, pulling it over her legs as she cooperatively raised her ass to
allow it to come down. The built in panties came off with it, leaving Lori
laying naked on her bed, her legs parted and the vibrator still pulsating
inside her.
Martin grabbed Lori's right hand gently moving the toy out
of her pussy lips, noticing the slick squelch of liquid pleasure and suction as
she did so. But he wasn't intending to leave her unattended for long. His hands
reached round and grabbed Lori's firm ass cheeks pulling them up towards him as
his face sunk deep into her groin. The scent of her sex was immediately
intoxicating to him, the musky odour overpowering and stimulating him at the
same time. He felt like he was in heaven.
Martin's mouth moved toward the soft flesh of Lori's pussy.
His tongue tasted her delicious juices which were flowing out of her incredibly
liberally, at least as far as Martin's limited experience had taught him. He
lapped the sweet liquid up and then his tongue moved up to the hard button at
the top of Lori's lips which he knew was the wellspring of her pleasure.
As his tongue began to flick over her clit Martin heard Lori
groan loudly and then exclaim 'Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! That's so good.' He felt her
hips press into his face as she urgently desired her pleasure to increase.
Martin increased the pace of his tongue flicking over her clit, alternating it
every so often with a gentle sucking on her protruding nub.
Lori had already been well on the way to her orgasm and the
attention being given to her body by Martin was now beginning to tip her over
the edge. Her cries were increasingly without any abandon and Martin was
certain could surely be heard from outside through her slightly open bedroom
windows.
Lori didn't care. She screamed, moaned and writhed with
pleasure.
"Oh yes. Oh fuck. That's it. Lick my clit. Drink my
cunt juice. Make me come Martin. Make me come."
Martin's whole body was shaking with excitement as his
tongue raced across Lori's clit faster than he ever thought it could. His cock
was pressing against the bed as he lay on it and he found that he was thrusting
his groin into the mattress as he ate Lori out so that bolts of pleasure would
shoot through his own body.
"Yes, oh yes" Lori gasped. "I'm coming. I'm
coming."
Martin felt her body tense and stiffen for a second, and
then as the tsunami of pleasure overtook her he felt her thighs clasp momentarily
around his head. For a second he couldn't breathe, but at that moment he really
didn't care.
Then as her flesh released its hold on him he was shocked to
feel a warm jet of liquid spurt into his mouth. Instinctively he pulled away
and a second later felt another burst splash against his face and eyes. And
then a third which spattered on his cheek and began to drip down to his chin.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck! Shit! Shit." Lori cried as her
spasms of pleasure began to subside.
Martin grunted and laughed at the same time, pulling his
face away from the liquid which was now spattered in a rainbow arc, soaking the
part of the bed on which Lori was laying. He looked up into her eyes which
conveyed a mixture of raw passion, shock and a hint of embarrassment.
"Oh fuck Martin. I'm so sorry. I don't usually do that.
I would have warned you. Are you ok?"
Martin looked at her and grinned. "Oh I'm more than OK
Lori. That was so hot - you will never know!"
He moved toward her and kissed her, his face still covered
in her sticky juices. Her mouth parted and they kissed passionately, their
tongues entwined, each tasting the sweet liquid which had just flowed from
Lori's cunt.
Martin's senses were stimulated to overload as endorphins
coursed through his body. His anxiety and any lingering shyness had dissipated
and had been replaced by an overwhelming urge to fuck this wanton creature who
lay in an increasingly disheveled state before him.
Lori observed the transformation in his demeanour and the
lust in his eyes and instinctively reached for him.
"Are you going to fuck me now Martin? Are you finally
going to stick your hard cock in me and fuck me until I come again?" she
urged.
"Yes, I fucking well am," growled Martin,
surprised by his new found confident aggression.
"Well come on then. I need you in me now. I need your
cock filling my cunt. I need you deep inside me pounding me until you come into
me."
Martin needed no more encouragement. Taking Lori's shapely
legs with his hands he lifted them up off the bed and threw them across his
sinewy shoulders. Lori's body moved toward him and her pussy lips spread and
glistened invitingly as Martin's cock drew towards it.
A second later his cock was at her warm entrance but this
was no time for teasing or hesitation. With a guttural moan Martin pushed his
cock deep into the warm folds of flesh, revelling in the exquisite sensation
engulfing it as he slid deeper and deeper into Lori's pussy.
Lori groaned loudly as she felt Martin's thick cock pierce
her and drive down deep into her willing body. As the tip of Martin's cock
pressed against her cervix Lori felt as full as she had ever experienced. The
angle of her legs and pussy meant that Martin's long hard member was going as
deep as it could.
Then in an instant she felt it withdraw and then plunge down
once again as Martin's wild abandon took hold.
Martin was like a man possessed. His only thought was to
consume Lori with his rapture. His arms tensed against the bed, supporting his weight.
His face loomed over Lori's and he looked into her startled yet lustful eyes
and wide open mouth as he thrust again and again into her warm wet body.
Despite the fact that he had already come less than an hour ago he was already
sensing his orgasm building in his tight balls as they slapped rhythmically
against Lori's firm ass.
"Oooh yes, that's right", Lori squealed.
"Fuck me deep. Split me in two with your hard cock. It feels so fucking
good Martin. So fucking good. I want you to make me come again. I want to you
to feel me come around your hard...fucking...cock"
Lori's dirty talk was exciting Martin even more and he felt
tingling sensation in his balls quickly spreading up from the base of his shaft
with each thrust he made. He knew that at this pace he wouldn't last long. Part
of him wanted to give in to this abandon and shoot his come right into her, but
another part was still able to persuade him to prolong the impending ecstasy.
He knew he wanted more of Lori's ass. That ass that had so transfixed him on
the tennis court.
Martin drew his cock back one more time from Lori's pussy
but this time he withdrew it completely. Lori gasped, partly in disappointment
at the sudden emptiness she felt, but partly in pleasure as the tip of Martin's
cock flicked up against her swollen clit as it pulled out of her.
"Get on your knees," Martin urged. "I want to
fuck you like a dog."
Martin couldn't quite believe these words were coming from
his mouth. He had never spoken like this before in his life. Who was this
wanton woman before him who had the power to transform and transport him to
such baseness. But then he didn't really care. He was revelling in it. And he
could see Lori was completely taken over by it too. Their animalistic urges had
taken over and in that context his command was completely appropriate. And they
both knew it.
"Oooh - taking control now are we?" Lori gasped.
"Well Ok - whatever you want. I'm all yours."
Lori pulled her body up and swung around so that she was on
her knees with her hands stretched out toward the head of the bed. Her round
ass loomed toward Martin and as her ass cheeks parted slightly he got his first
glimpse of her dark anus nestling between them. For a moment Martin had a
strong urge to part her cheeks further and penetrate Lori's secret place - the
intensity of the desire shocked him as he had never even considered it before
with Jenny.
But, realizing that Lori would not be expecting such an
intrusion and desperate to continue his journey toward his orgasm, he instead
guided his cock back into Lori's warm and increasingly wet pussy.
Lori groaned as he once again pressed deep into her - her
juices flowing freely as Martin's cock passed through her.
As Martin began to once again thrust ever more quickly into
her he reached his right hand around her slim waist and moved it down until he
felt her hard clit dripping with excitement.
The air was now filled with noises of their increasingly
uncontrolled passion. The slapping of Martin's body and balls against Lori's
ass. The squelching of her juices as his fingers rubbed her hard clit. The high
pitched squeals emitting from Lori's mouth as she felt her orgasm suddenly
begin to build in her at Martin's ministrations. The rhythmical grunts from
Martin as his own orgasm quickly approached once more.
"Oh fuck Martin. That's so good. I'm going to come
again. You're going to make me come again," Lori gasped
"I'm going to come too," Martin responded. "I
can feel it. I'm going to come deep into you".
"Yes. Come in my cunt. Shoot your fucking load right
into my wet cunt Martin. I want to feel it"
That was it. Lori's foul mouthed exhortations tipped Martin
over the edge. He knew he was at the point of no return. These last thrusts
were going to be the deepest yet - he felt he wanted to split her frail body in
two.
"Yes. Yes. I'm going to fucking come in your cunt Lori.
I'm coming. Oh...I'm coming. Fuuuck"
Martin's body began to convulse as he felt the first and
most powerful wave begin to wrack his body and he could no longer speak - only
emit deep grunts from the back of his throat. Each thrust sent a new rainbow of
sensations through his body, radiating out from his cock as he shot his come
deep into Lori's cunt. Three, four, five, six times...
And as the strength of each ejaculation began to subside he
became more aware of Lori's ascent to her own pleasure and her own verbal
ejaculations.
"Oh my fucking life. Keep rubbing my clit Martin. I'm
going to come too. Fuck me Martin. I'm coming. I'm coming with you."
Martin felt Lori's pussy suddenly contract around his cock.
And then again. And again. Her ass pressed urgently against him as each spasm
shook her body. And with each one a high pitched squeal came from her open
mouth.
Martin's own orgasm had subsided now but it seemed like
Lori's was continuing on as strong as ever. Her ass kept on thrusting back
toward him for what seemed like 15 or 20 seconds as her pleasure continued.
Finally Lori slumped forward onto the bed, her arms splayed
out. Martin felt his cock slowly slipping out of her with the movement, her
slick juices combined with his come and the slow softening of his cock resulted
in it slithering out, tracking down her left thigh leaving a glistening trail
down her leg.
Martin moved over and lay down beside Lori, both of them
exhausted by their exertions, their breathing still deep and pronounced. Martin
gazed into Lori's sparkling and satiated eyes, he himself feeling a
satisfaction that he couldn't quite remember experiencing in such a way before.
It wasn't the same comfortable ease and security he had felt after making love
with Jenny. Instead he felt his heart pounding loudly in the aftermath of the
new, unrefined sexual side of him that had emerged.
Lori grinned at him as he stared at her.
"Well mister. I don't know what I was expecting would
happen today but I certainly wasn't expecting that from you! You are full of
surprises"
"So are you," retorted Martin. "I always
thought of you as very ordered, proper and controlled. But a different side of
you came out today."
"Mmm," Lori beamed. "I'm full of surprises!
But now I'm wondering what else is in you that's going to 'come out.' I can't
wait to find out."
"Neither can I," mused Martin, his mind flitting
back to the image of Lori's anus which had been so tantalizing to him. Would he
dare to mention it to Lori? Could it ever happen? After this evening he was
prepared to believe that anything was possible.
As though she was reading his mind Lori reflected, "You
do seem to like my ass. You were keen to get me on my knees weren't you".
"Haha," Martin chuc
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