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I stopped and turned around to see Mrs. Johansson standing in the middle of the hallway looking right at me. I responded, “Sure.”

“So, are you finally dating anyone yet?”

“Not really. But, I may be going out on a group date with Becky Harrison this evening. I won’t know until later though. Why?”

“Just curious. If you can spare a few minutes, come back into the kitchen and chat with me as I finish up my cup of coffee before I head out.”

“No problem. I have time.”

I followed her back to the kitchen, watching her beautiful form. Her ass had that perfect wiggle and her legs were just so perfect. She was a vision of loveliness. My cock began to stir.

“So, have a seat.” She said.

She grabbed her cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter a mere six feet in front of me. Her legs were crossed at her perfect ankles. The tennis skirt hiked to just barely covering her womanhood. Her head cocked slightly to the left, studying me at the table. “So, is this Becky Harrison one of those girls you think will go past second base?”

I was kind of shocked to hear her question. My only response was, “Ahh.”

Then she hit me again, out of the blue, “What happened last Saturday night that you didn’t go out with your friends?”

“What?” I asked. Stunned, I paused before I continued with my response. “Like I told you then, the party had moved on after I dropped in to check on the girls. I just decided to stay and play Rummy with them.”

“I know you played Rummy. The girls were all ecstatic at having you here with them. They tell us everything. Was there anything else that happened Saturday night?”

I could feel my cheeks begin to flush. I know I couldn’t have played poker very well back then. “No. No, not that I can recall.”

“Do you happen to like this tennis outfit I have on?”

'Oh, crap.' I thought to myself. 'I’m busted.' Little did I know at the time, she was not done asking me questions. Before I could actually answer her, she went on.

“Let’s forget the tennis outfit for a moment. What about when you got home?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. Now, I really didn’t know where this was going.

“Anything else happen there, like something you might not have expected?”

Now she had me. I thought I could bypass where I thought she was heading originally with her questions. “When I pulled in last night, my parents had company over I wasn’t expecting. I was tired, so I took off my shoes at the door like normal, and since they weren’t in the living room, I walked back to my bedroom and went to sleep.”

She smiled at me. “Is that all? And why did you think it was important to tell me that you took your shoes off at the door to walk back to your bedroom?”

I was determined to stand my ground. “Yes, that’s all. Besides, you know we always take off our shoes when we walk in the house.”

She looked at me with a seductive smile, shifted her posture by uncrossing her ankles and leaning forward on the table her hands on her cheeks and her elbows on the table. I could smell her perfume, Chanel No. 5.

She went on, “Now, let me get this straight. You didn’t get to go out with your friends. You were stuck here with the girls. When they fell asleep, you just happened to find Bob’s porno magazine on his desk, along with my tennis shorts and underwear in the hamper. Then you jacked off into my panties, and that was quite a load, by the way. All before we got home. Then you went home, found your mom getting laid by your stepdad and two of their friends. I bet you came again too. Didn’t you?” She paused before going on, looking straight at me for my response. “And then, you just happened to go to bed. Do I have the timeline right?”

I just blinked at her. I know my cheeks and forehead were now both flushed. My cock was also straining, uncomfortably, in my jeans.

“I think you had a lot of cum stored up seeing that none of those high school girls seem to be putting out. You found my panties and added your own cum. Then, you saw your mom getting laid. I’ll bet you found that extremely hot, didn’t you?”

I was surprised at how she laid out the events and then hit me with the questions. I responded with a nod and, “Yes. I did.”

She shifted her stance yet again by moving around the side of the table leaning in close to me. Her breath was sweet and the smell of her perfume was captivating and intoxicating. She glanced down toward my crotch and then back up straight into my eyes. “Tell me, do you need to fix yourself right now?”

“Ahh, yes I do,” I muttered.

“Hmm. Stand up and fix yourself, Tony.” She had a slight grin and a twinkle in her eye when she said it.

“Excuse me?” I was shocked.

“You heard me. Stand up, right here and fix yourself before your cock breaks. Don’t worry, you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.”

As I stood up, she backed up one step. I attempted to slide my cock around in my jeans without undoing my belt, unbuttoning my jeans, or zipping down my fly. It wasn’t working. She stepped forward, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, slowly unzipped my fly, reached into my boxers, and grabbed ahold of my cock. All the while, staring me straight in the eyes. As she grasped my cock and let it grow its full length, she smiled. Now I was rock hard with one of my dream women grasping my cock with both hands.

“My, my, my, Tony. My, how you’ve matured.”

Uh, Mrs. Johansson. I, uh…”

“Shhh,” She smiled still with both hands on my cock and my jeans just barely hanging on my hips. “Tony, I want to know. Are you still a virgin?”

I took a few moments as she lightly stroked my cock before shaking my head, “Yes.”

“Would you like to learn what to do with a woman in bed? I mean, everything?”

I looked at her as she moved right against my body. I swallowed hard. My little head was definitely now the thinking head. “Yes.”

“Well then, from now on, when we are alone, I’m Abby to you. Do you understand?” She was still slowly stroking me.

“Yes, Abby.” I was now having difficulty breathing.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. But, you are going to learn how to satisfy a woman in bed. Then, when its time for those high school girls, you will not be fumbling around like a virgin schoolboy trying to get his fingers into that tight little pussy, let alone trying to get your cock into her before coming prematurely all over her thighs because you were over-stimulated. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Abby.”

She leaned in and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss me on my lips. The first kiss was just that, a closed lips peck. Then she leaned toward my right ear and whispered, “You do know how to really kiss, don’t you?” Then she pulled back to see my response.

“Yes, Abby. I do. Do I get a do-over?”

She chuckled, “Now, let's try that again.”

She leaned in again, her hands still on my cock, our lips parted just enough where her tongue sought out mine. I can only say that I sure am glad that Becky Harrison was one hell of a kisser and this was way over the edge. After a few minutes of a breath-taking French kiss with my mom’s best friend, she pulled back, released my cock from both of her hands, and smiled a wicked smile.

“Follow me.” She spun on her toes and beckoned me to follow her back to the master bedroom.

As we entered, she drew the curtains as I stood in the doorway. Then, she walked over to the phone on the nightstand, picked up the handset and dialed a number. After a few rings, someone answered the phone. “Yes, this is Mrs. Johansson, Abby Johansson. I was to meet the noon group today for the mixed couples play. Please let them know something has come up and I’ll catch up with them next week.” A slight pause followed. “Thank you. You are very kind.” She hung up the phone.

“So, Tony. Did you just get out of the shower before coming here?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes Mrs., I mean Abby, I did. I just got out of the shower before getting dressed to head to the gym.”

“Most guys would have waited to shower after the gym. Why did you shower before?” She stepped closer to me.

“I like feeling fresh after I get up, regardless of what I’m doing next. Is that ok?” I was curious now.

“Oh my, yes it is good. I was going to have you take a shower first. But, you knocked off one step. I like that.”

Now, she was in front of me, back up on her toes to kiss me again. This time, she placed her hands behind my neck. She kissed me so deeply again, I didn’t want to stop. When she pulled back again, she looked me straight in the eyes with an erotic twinkle and a slight grin. “I want to do this nice and slow. I know if I’m not careful, you’ll cum too quickly. But, then again, I bet you get hard awfully quick being young.”

She had me captivated. I nodded my head yes and responded, “Both.”

“Oh my. Yes, to have a younger lover who has strong batteries and quick recharging time. We have time today, a lot of it. Now, slowly, undress for me, right here. Everything, off.” She stepped back to watch me strip, her hands on her hips, a luscious grin, and her eyes on me the whole time.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head to reveal my sixteen-year-old rock hard abs eliciting a slight moan from Mrs. Johansson. She licked her lips and tilted her head. I unbuckled my belt again, unbuttoned my Levis, and slowly unzipped the zipper. I slid my hands along my hips and slid my jeans down to the floor taking my boxers with my jeans. I untied my Converse, slipped them off along with my socks and then stepped out of my jeans and boxers leaving them at my feet. I stepped to the right two steps and my cock was raging hard, standing straight up at attention.

Mrs. Johansson eyed me up and down and smiled, “My, Tony, like I said before, you really have matured. I knew you had a tight body from seeing you at the lake, but, my, my, my…”

Mrs. Johansson moved to the chair in the bedroom by the window and sat down displaying her legs, crossing them, to untie first one, then the other tennis shoe laces before slipping them off. She slid off the tennis socks and smiled. I just stood there as she took her time. My cock throbbed with each heartbeat.

She stood up and moved to me before turning around, lifting her ponytail to reveal the zipper of her tennis top. “Please be a dear and unzip me. Please?”

I slowly reached up to grasp the zipper with my left hand and slower yet, began to slide the zipper downward, first revealing the lovely skin of her back before the back of her white bra was exposed. The zipper went half-way down before it came to a stop. She thanked me and slid the top over herself before turning around and facing me, her beautiful breasts trapped in the tight bra, her nipples straining at the fabric.

She walked back over to the chair and laid the top across the arm of the chair. She turned back to face me, her head tilted and her smile widened, “Now baby, can you unclasp my bra for me?”

I slowly walked toward her, my cock bouncing proudly like a flagpole mast in the wind. As I reached her, her eyes were focused on my cock before she turned around and again. She pulled her ponytail out of the way giving me access to her bra clasp. I slowly unclasped her bra with both hands. My fingers were trembling and I know my breathing was short and rapid with erotic excitement. Here I was, about to have direct access to a gorgeous woman, not a high school girl.

Unclasped, she turned around to face me, letting the straps slip off her shoulders revealing her luscious orbs, her nipples sticking out, slightly upturned and hard as pencil erasers, large pencil erasers, and her areolas were as large as silver dollars. Her breasts didn’t sag one bit. She reached up and unclasped the hair clip letting her red tresses fall over her shoulders and down her back. She peered up at me and asked me, “Do you like what you see so far?”

I just nodded and replied, “Oh my, yes, Abby!”

“You can feel them, softly, don’t manhandle them, but here, let me show you.” She reached for my hands and placed them, one on each breast. “Now, slowly, let my hands guide yours. Hmm…” She cooed.

Her eyes closed slightly as she guided my hands around her breasts and moved my fingers to her nipples, showing me how to gently tease. A soft moan escaped her lips, “You do this right, Tony, and you can make some woman cum just from the stimulation of her breasts and nipples. I’m one of those women.”

I leaned in to smell her hair, shampoo and conditioner. But, as always, her perfume was so arousing. She let go of my fingers to let me “drive” on my own. She pushed back against me, my cock rock hard against her tennis-skirt clad ass. She continued to purr and her breath came in shallow inhales. I knew something was happening as her body began to shake lightly and she muttered, “Oh yes, darling.”

Her nipples were as rock hard to my touch. She turned around grabbed lightly at the back of my head and moved my mouth to her right breast. “Softly, baby, softly. Use your tongue, I bet you saw your mom being devoured but there is a time a place for that. Just take your tongue and slowly encircle my nipple, flick it, suck it lightly. You’ll feel my response.”

I did just that, I took her right breast in my hands and lifted it lightly to my mouth as I bent forward. I let my tongue circle her straining nipple before lightly kissing it. She moaned softly. I sucked a little harder before releasing it and letting my tongue slip underneath before gliding back up to circle around it and the areola. Her moans were a little louder. I softly nibbled, kissed, and suckled on her breast as her hands moved to the back of my neck. I moved to the left breast which solicited a response, “Yes, never forget to spread out the pleasure.”

Mrs. Johansson’s sounds, moans, and breathing were so intoxicating. Becky moaned softly as we kissed and our hands roamed but nothing like Mrs. Johansson right now. After several more minutes of sliding back and forth between each breast, I let my tongue glide down to her belly button, a beautiful innie. Her whole body shook before she grabbed my head and said, “We’ll get to that in a few here baby. Now, stand up and unzip my skirt, please.”

She turned around to offer me the back of her tennis skirt. I almost didn’t see the tiny zipper, hidden in the seam overlap. I slowly unzipped it and she slid her hands into the skirt at her hips and shimmied it off her lovely hips as the tightness released from the waist. She stood there in only her tennis briefs, and panties beneath as the skirt fell to her feet. She turned around as she stepped out of the skirt. She slid her fingers into the waistband of her tennis briefs and slowly slid them down her lithe legs stepping out of them and standing there in a pair of her white satin panties, just like the pair I came in the weekend before.

She stood before me and smiled. Not saying a word, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, her eyes locked on mine, as she slowly slid them down her legs. I was right; she had no hair on her gorgeous Mons Venus. She was smooth as silk. She stepped out of her panties and smiled, so alluringly. “Ok, now, we move to step two of our foreplay.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed.

couldn’t believe I was in this position. Me, with a stunning redhead, who just happened to be my mom’s best friend, I just couldn’t believe it. We didn’t use the acronym MILF back then, but she was all of that. At the side of the bed, she put her arms up to pull me down to kiss her again. This time, we were tight together, my throbbing hardness pressed against her tight flat stomach, just above her womanhood. As we kissed, she began to grind her womanhood against my throbbing member.

We broke the kiss as she pulled back. “Now, my new lover, you are going to learn how to get past second base. In fact, you are going to learn how to use your fingers and tongue to bring a lady to orgasm before you use that prize cock of yours. Key is to be gentle, lovingly explore, and learn how to hit the right spots to make her cum. And if you have a woman like me in bed, I’m a multiple climax girl. I can cum and cum, and cum more. There are some women that have an orgasm and need a break before they can go for more. Not me. I have an orgasm from being licked, as well as being fucked in both my delightful pussy and my tight little bum. Sometimes, all being filled at once.” She let me think about that one, just like my mom did the weekend before. She looked at me for my response.

My cock stayed extremely hard the whole time. I just peered back at her and responded, “Well, Abby. You are my teacher and I’m your student. I plan on making straight A’s here. If you teach me to be an honor student, I would love to make it to the Master’s Program at the collegiate level with you.”

She slid up onto the bed, pulling me along with her. I sat up on my knees, my cock straining, throbbing straight up, next to her. She licked her lips as she lay back and pulled a pillow under her neck and head. She spread her legs wide enough for me to see her beautiful butterfly open up displaying her wetness and inner folds. “Now, remember where you were when you were sucking and licking my nipples and breasts just before sliding your tongue down to my bellybutton and I said wait?” I nodded as her hands wandered over her body.

“Now, I want you to come here and kiss me again, then work your way down, slowly, nibbling, kissing, using your tongue to slowly trace your way downward to my waiting pussy. Can you?”

I nodded yes and slid up to her side and leaned over to kiss her again. Oh, those luscious lips and that tantalizing tongue of hers. After a few deep kisses, she pulled me down to her neck and said, “You can begin.”

I smiled and nodded at her. Lying there, she was a vision of loveliness. I started by nibbling lightly on her right ear lobe and letting my tongue gently glide down her neck and tracing to the center of her chest between her lovely orbs. I alternated nibbling, kissing, and sucking on each breast as her heart rate increased and her breathing became a little erratic and shallow. Her moans increased as I moved down her stomach to let my tongue trace around her belly button. After a few moments of kissing and nibbling, I let myself move further down to just above her womanhood.

She spread her legs more as I got closer and her hips pushed upward anticipating where my tongue would go next. One of the stories I had read in one of the adult magazines described how a guy went down on his girlfriend. Instead of going right for her clit and pussy, he let his tongue glide over the slit to her thighs and then licked, nibbled and kissed all the way down to her toes before retracing his moves to slide back down the other thigh, making sure to breath on her openness before proceeding, but not touching it. He made sure to tease her inner thighs and behind her knees, as well as along her ankles and the tips of her toes. When I did that, she squealed.

“Oh Tony, you dirty boy. Who taught you that?” She grabbed the sheets of the bed as I moved down her left thigh.

I looked up at her with a smile, taking a short pause, and provided my response. “I read about it in one of the Mark Martin’s dad’s books. Thought I might try it and see if they were telling the truth. It appears they were.”

Abby responded, “You are full of surprises.”

I continued with my journey to return to her beautiful womanly entrance. I paused a moment before leaning in to kiss the outer folds and let my tongue trace up each of the sides, not letting myself dip into her just yet. The smell of her was intoxicating. Her juices were sweet and slippery. I could only have daydreamed about being right where I was at this point and I know I would have already shot a load all over myself. But here I was. She wasn’t in my dreams. She was my dream.

I moved back up to softly graze her Mons with my tongue. She grabbed my head and guided me directly to her openness. Her lips were agape and her clit was throbbing. I let my tongue flick softly over her clit causing her to shudder and moan. I dove in a little deeper and sucked on her clit before slipping my tongue deep into her abyss. “Yes, there. More. Oh my God, more! Keep doing that right there. Now, you can add a finger, two fingers in me please and suck my clit while you fuck me with your fingers.”

I found it exciting that I could make this woman moan and cry out like she did as I explored my way around her taut body. She arched her body, giving me a different angle to her depths as she reached a massive orgasm. She screamed out, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Her body shook and trembled as in a spasm.

At the height of her orgasm, she pushed my head away from her womanhood and pulled me up to kiss her deeply. She grabbed ahold of my cock, which I thought would explode at that point, and held on as her body overcame her orgasm. She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled, “I just love the taste of myself on your lips. Oh my, baby. Quite proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

I shook my head yes. She kissed me again, deeply, and quipped, “You should be. Now then, young man, I am going to do to you what you just did to me. I know none of those high school girls have given you a blowjob. So, this will be one sexual conquest you’ll be able to check off your list. Remember, you are going to fuck me good after this. I sure hope you recover as quickly as you said.”

Abby turned on her side, slide down to my throbbing seven inches and began to slowly lick around the head and down the shaft. She moved between my legs and settled in, my cock now her personal tool. Now it was my turn to moan as she worked her magic mouth and tongue on me. She was right. Everything past feeling a breast and making out was a new experience for me.

Now, of course, I had never heard of deep throating and of course, “Deep Throat” had just come out in 1972. I had only heard about the movie and wouldn’t see it for a couple more years. How was I to know what she was about to do to me even had a movie made about it? But, she did. She would bring me to where I was just about to shoot my load and then she grabbed ahold of my balls and squeezed just enough to make me lose that feeling, my cock still throbbing.

When she was ready for me to cum, she had one hand buried between her legs, her fingers working herself as she sucked and used her other hand to slowly pump my cock. “Ok, I want you to cum for me. Give it to me!”

In a matter of a minute, my cock exploded in her mouth. I couldn’t believe how she kept moaning and sucking my cum from my engorged cock. I could hear her as each load shot into her, “Hmmph, Hmmph, Hmmph,” until my cock quit shooting cum. She looked up at me, letting my cock drop from her mouth and licked her lips. “Oh my God, I just love the taste of your cum and lots of it too!”

My cock lay on my stomach, still hard, as she moved up to kiss me and run her fingers through my hair. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue, the saltiness and familiar taste I know from tasting myself on my fingers after having made myself cum oh so many times before. This was nothing like jacking off, that’s for sure.

Abby turned to look at the clock radio on the nightstand and saw the time. “Oh my, Tony. We’ve been in here for over an hour and we haven’t even gotten to fucking yet. Do you have it in you?”

I grabbed my cock and waggled it at her. “I think all I need is a glass of water and I’m ready for the next lesson.”

She turned over and slid off the bed, her beautiful red mane cascading down her back, her perfect ass swaying just right as she made her way to the on-suite where she grabbed her long dark blue robe, wrapping her self in it, and then padded out to the kitchen. I could hear the refrigerator door open and then close. In just a few moments, she returned with a glass of ice water, her cigarettes, lighter, and an ashtray.

She handed me the water while staring at my cock, which was still hard. She smiled and quipped, “I need a cigarette first, if you don’t mind. We still have all afternoon and I plan to use it all.”

“Use it all?” I asked. “All of the afternoon?”

She tilted her head as she lit her cigarette with her lighter, “Yes, and all of the cum you have in you today.” She gave me that wicked smile.

She smoked her cigarette, blowing the smoke away from me and then turning back to place one hand on my hardness and slowly stroking me. “The gift of a young male is the stamina. We women, as a whole, hit our sexual peak in our late thirties while the male is at his peak somewhere from eighteen to twenty, so they say. I for one have loved to fuck since I was fifteen. Of course, they called us 'promiscuous' then.” She drew another puff on her cigarette and held it for a few moments before exhaling.

“Abby, you and my mom have always been close, haven’t you?” I asked, turning on my side facing her.

She smiled and nodded her head, exhaling again and taking one more pull on her cigarette before responding. “Your mom and I go back to high school. We shared everything back then. Well, we kind of still do.” She grinned. “I lost my virginity first, then your mother did just a week later. We compared notes.”

I looked at her. “What kind of notes? Do you mean detailed notes?”

“My darling boy, yes, details. Before I lost my virginity, your mother and I practiced kissing, exploring, pretending to be the boy and then reversing the role. She was the first pussy I stuck my fingers into after my own. I was hers as well.”

My cock jumped. “You mean, you and mom, well did it like we just did?”

“Well yes. I don’t have a cock and neither does she, silly.” She took the last pull on her cigarette before tamping it out in the ashtray and then exhaled, pulling her legs up to her chest, her chin on her knees. “It’s natural. Have you ever thought of another guy’s cock?” She looked at me after asking the question waiting on my response.

I stalled my response. I wasn’t sure how to tell her, but she was now the sex teacher and my lover in bed. “I guess you could say that I’ve compared myself with the other guys in the shower. Curious, maybe, but I’m not into guys.” Little did I know then that I would change as dramatically as I have, only years later.

smiled before responding. “See, it's natural. You know guys do it all the time too. But, between us here in bed now, I am going to teach you more about making love to a woman so that you can always satisfy your lover.”

Abby stood up and removed her robe. She eyed my cock again and leaned over to take me in her mouth. Her tongue was magic. “I just wanted to make sure you were thinking of me, and not someone else. Of course, if you want to think of fucking your mom, you can tell me. Have you?”

It was my turn to smile at Abby. “I have jacked off so many times to the thoughts of you and mom.”

“Like last weekend?” Abby now sat up and placed her right leg over me, now straddling my cock and leaning forward to kiss me as we talked. She slid her left hand between her legs and grasped my cock to line it up with her soaked pussy. “Tell me about what you saw. I want to know what you saw.”

I proceeded to tell her everything in detail. I told her I overheard mom and her talking about what I saw last Saturday night and how erotic I thought it was. Then, I told her what I saw, in as vivid detail as I could. As I told her about mom being fucked by John, my stepdad, and Don, she slowly slid down onto my cock, taking me in slowly. I felt her insides grip my cock as she slowly took me to the hilt and settled in. She peered into my eyes, leaned forward and began to kiss me as she began to fuck my cock. Her sex was a molten glove gripping my manhood. I was in ecstasy.

I began to fuck her back. I was a little clumsy at first, but she settled me down, whispering in my ear and coaching me on how to use my cock to satisfy her. “Remember, you satisfy the woman, she will satisfy you. If you don’t and only get off yourself, you may not get any sex and have to find it someplace else. That is, if rumors about your ability haven’t already been spread, or lack thereof, so to speak.”

We fucked slowly with her controlling the pace. I loved the feeling of her pussy gripping me, milking me, as we made love. “You know those little girls don’t know how to do this. You do this right to them, you’ll have pussy coming to you. It takes some learning, trial and error unless you find someone who is experienced. You are lucky to have me as your teacher and I’m lucky to have your youthful cock service me.”

Abby climaxed three times and nearly milked all of the cum from my cock during the forty-five minutes before my cock couldn’t take it any longer and began to tell me of its impending release. I told Abby I was going to cum. She began to slam down on my cock, arched her back, placing her hands on my thighs presenting her magnificent orbs, nipples hard, for my hands to grab ahold of and tease. He fourth climax caused my cock to explode, sending four ropes of cum deep into her lava-like pussy. She moaned out again, “Oh fuck me!”

She shook and shook, her body electrified by her climax. He pussy kept pulsing, gripping my cock, and milking me of all that I had to release at that point. As she caught her breath, she looked down at me and said, “Next lesson. Clean up after yourself and your woman will love you forever and ever.”

Abby then crawled up to me and spread her legs over my mouth and slowly lowered herself to my tongue. I grabbed her ass with my hands as her pussy flooded my mouth with my cum. I licked her clean and gave her another orgasm. Spent, she fell back onto the pillow and looked over at me, her eyes wide. “Baby, if you can fuck like that for that long and do it for several times, you are going to please the ladies.”

I took a deep breath, kind of proud of myself at that point. Feeling cocky, I asked her, “So teach, am I getting an A in this class so far?”

She slapped my side and kissed me before reaching for another cigarette. I grabbed my glass of water and finished it off before Abby told me to go take a shower and come back to bed. It was my turn to get up, nude from the bed, and pad into the on-suite. I started the water and got into the shower. It was refreshing.

All squeaky clean, my cock hung down between my legs but not quite hard. I am usually a grower, not one of those that happened to have eight inches hanging between my legs that looked like a log. So when I returned to the bedroom, she turned to see me walking toward her. She had lain back on the bed with her legs spread wide open, her fingers deep in her pussy and furiously rubbing her clit.

I stopped and watched her. He eyes were pleading for me to come to her. She nodded to me as she arched her back climaxing again. She was so fucking beautiful. She was panting, catching her breath and motioned for me to get between her legs. “Now, you are going to fuck me in the good old missionary position. Also known as the Guy on Top. You control the angle of penetration and the speed. If the woman is anything in bed, she’ll be working to make the most pleasure for you both. But, there are those that are dead in bed, so to speak. They just lay there, like a dead fish, waiting for you to finish. Their loss.”

My cock began to harden again as she talked to me, her pussy lips were wide open, he nipples erect; she was a vision of beauty to me. She coaxed me forward as I lined up my cock to enter her molten love tunnel. As I slid in, she gasped again. I looked at her and she smiled. “Your cock does that to me.” She told me that a lot over the years and she said she meant it. It wasn’t a come on, but it definitely was an ego booster.

We started out nice and slow. She coached me on angles of penetration, depth, controlling my urge to cum, all the while having her climax several more times. We kissed deeply as we fucked, her nails clawing at my back as she came, drawing blood. Her lust for my cock was animalistic. My lust for her was the same. I shifted my angle where I could watch my cock sliding in and out of her, her pussy lips sliding along my cock as I sunk into her and would nearly withdraw. I pulled out once to watch her pussy quiver, like it was begging me to slide back into her and continue to provide us both pleasure.

I experienced my very first squirting orgasm while watching myself enter her. The angle of my cock’s penetration kept my cock in near-constant contact with her clit entering and pulling out, causing her to squirt during her climax. Her body shook and shook through the whole climax, soaking the bed where we were fucking. She didn’t miss a beat. When I announced I was going to cum, she pleaded with me to fuck her harder. As I did, she begged me to fuck her even harder. “Pound my fucking pussy with your cock!”

Her legs were wrapped around my waist; I was buried in her to her cervix as I released my load. Spent, we lay there entwined in coital lust. I slowly felt my cock slipping from her cum-filled and saturated pussy. She didn’t have to say a word. I slide down and began to drink our cum, doing all I could to not waste a drop.

She rolled over and grabbed her third cigarette. Lighting it, she pulled a puff deeply and turned to look at me with a satisfied grin. “You, my sweet lover, are getting an A in this subject. You know, your parents go out with us tonight. You know what we do and where we go?”

I rolled onto my side, my head in my hand watching her intently. I shook my head no, but responded, “I know you all go out to a night club and dancing with friends. I’ve been here when you and Mr. Johansson come home. Until last week, I didn’t know of anything else.”

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