Sex Pistol

The Tutor by Dorsai

2003 Dorsai


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I was only six years old when the young couple moved into the house next
door. We lived in a small town just outside a military base, and it was
clear to everyone that he was a G.I. even me, because I can remember
saluting him whenever I saw him in uniform, and how delighted I was when
he saluted back, laughing. I knew his name was Sergeant Mike Gifford,
and his wife's name was Maureen. Next to my mom, she was the most
beautiful woman I'd ever seen, with her wavy red hair and light
complexion. I remember how Dad laughed and Mom didn't know what to say
when I asked her why Mrs. Gifford was rounder at the top and bottom than
she (my mom) was.

A few years went by, and I remember when Maureen went to the hospital,
and came home a few days later with a baby boy. Everyone in the
neighborhood did what they could to help the couple out; me, I was
charged with making sure their grass was mowed every Saturday. Mom took
food over, and Dad helped the young man fix his car, along with a few
other helpinghand kinds of chores. By that time, I wasn't saluting him
any more, but he was still friendly and helpful to me even taking me
onto the nearby military base to teach me how to use a gun, with Dad's
permission.

Then, a few months later, he went away and never came back. I heard Mom
and Dad talking about some kind of training accident, but really didn't
understand about it even when I heard on the news a few days later
that there was something called a 'class action lawsuit' against a
company that made helicopters for the military, and how some of the
parts they'd used weren't as good as they were supposed to be. Only
later did I learn that she'd gotten a piece of the settlement from that
lawsuit enough to let her buy the house, as opposed to just renting it
as they'd started out doing, and giving her enough regular income that
she only had to work part time.

Anyway, after that happened, Mom and Dad made sure that any time Mrs.
Gifford needed help with anything, she got it. Sometimes, it was Dad
going over to work on her car, other times Mom would take care of their
baby. Me, I was still in charge of making sure the grass in the yard
didn't get too high, or helping her carry and move stuff. I didn't mind
doing that for her she was pretty and nice to me by giving me
something to eat and drink after I helped her. Along the way, I kind of
'adopted' her young son, Matthew, teaching him the kinds of kid stuff a
boy needed to learn like spitting, making body noises, baseball, and
all the rest.

As the next few years went by, and I started to grow up and out (it
seemed that I was outgrowing my clothes on a daily basis) I continued to
help Mrs. Gifford or as she asked me to call her, Maureen. In addition
to mowing the yard for her, I was also asked to come over and do the odd
bit of handyman work: hanging a picture, fixing a leaky pipe, putting up
a shelf, and so on. None of it was particularly hard, and Maureen was
always willing to act as my 'gofer' and try to help me as much as she
could. When I noticed how nice girls were and started going out with
them, I used Maureen as a kind of sounding board for questions that I
couldn't ask Mom: trying to find out what the hell girls were thinking
if they even WERE thinking and so on. Maureen never laughed at me, or
made me feel bad; she just tried to answer my questions as best she
could, tried to give me advice (which I actually listened to Maureen
did better in that respect than Mom and Dad ever did) every so often,
and generally tried to do what she could to keep me 'in line' with the
girls. Maureen was a confidant that I could say almost anything to
even some of the kinds of stuff that went on between me and the girls I
went out with. It was even Maureen that provided me with the first
package of condoms that I ever had, telling me "James, I know that
things sometimes get kind of... busy when you go out with a girl. I want
you to promise me that any time you and her are going to... be intimate,
you'll use one of these so that there isn't any trouble. Will you
promise me?"

A promise to Maureen was a serious point of honor with me she'd never
lied to me or misled me, and I was scrupulous about keeping my promises
to her. I tried to wriggle out of promising, but she wasn't having any;
I only got the condoms after she had my word of honor that I'd do as she
said. You can bet I was damn surprised when the time finally did come
that I lost my virginity that I actually remembered my promise to her,
and wore one for that special occasion and every time after that,
though I bought my own when the package she'd given me ran out. Despite
the bond of trust I had with her, I still wasn't any too enthusiastic
about having her know much or little sexual activity I was engaged in.

After I became sexually active, I finally noticed that Maureen was a
pretty darn good looking woman, even if she WAS in her late twenties:
the same wavy dark red hair and the same fair complexion; what I really
noticed about her was the fact that she was, as I'd heard my dad say,
'built like a brick outhouse': I was approaching six feet, and she only
came up to about nipple level on me; but the shape of her was amazingly
curvy, and compact at the same time. I doubt she weighed a hundred
pounds, but what there was of her was very neatly packaged trim legs
and waist, an ass that simply wouldn't quit, and a pair of breasts that
made her look somewhat buxom. Once I noticed her, it was all I could do
to take my eyes off of her anytime she was in sight she was simply
that nice to look at, with a dusting of freckles that started across her
nose and cheeks and slowly thinned out as they disappeared into the tops
of her blouses.

It was a month into the summer after my sophomore year that the
relationship between us changed forever. In some ways, it was for the
better; in other ways, not. But it was definitely changed.

It started out easily enough: I was over at her house, in my handyman
role. She'd decided that she needed to organize the garage storage; I
was there to cut and fit some lumber she'd bought, and turn it into
shelving. Matt was off somewhere with his friends; he'd left with his
baseball glove, telling Maureen that he'd been home in time for supper.

Talking it over with Maureen, we'd decided that the best bet was to
build the shelves from the bottom toward the top that way, they
wouldn't be too high for her (something she laughingly 'complained'
about). I'd gotten the first few rows of shelves done, and was up on a
stepladder putting in another one when I looked down to see if Maureen
had the hardware I needed to make sure it didn't fall down. Maureen was
right there, her selfappointed task being to get me stuff so I didn't
have to keep climbing up and down the ladder, holding the ladder steady,
and just being around if I needed any help. Any thoughts of hardware
left my mind when I looked down at her and realized that I had a pretty
damn good view down the front of the blouse she was wearing: I could
readily make out the top halves of her full, creamy breasts; I could see
plainly nearly all the way down to her nipples, since it was patently
obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel myself
starting to respond to the view I had, and it took her a couple times of
calling my name before I responded. She looked up at me in concern and
asked if I was okay. I answered that I'd just gotten distracted for a
moment ('distracted' was better than admitting I'd been eyeballing her
tits), and that I was okay. She didn't look entirely certain about that,
but let it go in favor of lowering her head again.

I saw her start to blush a few moments later, and knew immediately that
she'd seen my stiffening dick tenting the front of my jeans shorts and
had probably realized what had gotten me that way. She stammered out
that there was something in the house that she had to do, handed me the
screws and things that she'd been holding, and all but ran inside. I
finished getting the shelf fastened into place, and was standing on the
garage floor again when she reappeared about five minutes later,
noticeably more calm and relaxed though a bit flushed.

As we put up the last shelf, I realized that Maureen was standing in
almost the perfect place and position for me to be able to keep looking
down her blouse. At the same time, I could tell that she was
deliberately not looking up at me as she usually did. I started to
wonder if she wasn't giving me a look at her tits on purpose, and not
looking up at me so that she wouldn't embarrass me looking down at
her, I just knew she couldn't help but see how the front of my shorts
was tented out from the view she was giving me. By the time I got the
shelf secured, I was seriously confused about the situation.

After I climbed down off the ladder, Maureen asked if I'd like something
to eat and drink, just as she usually did. Being a teenage boy that
is, a sneakershod appetite I was more than happy to accept her offer.
Together, the two of us put away the tools and leftovers from the
shelving project and went into the house. There, I took a seat at the
little 'lunch counter' between the kitchen and dining area while she
went about making me a sandwich, putting it on a plate with some potato
chips, and bringing it over to me, along with a soda. As I started to
eat, she took a seat on the other side of the counter from me.

We chatted about a couple of other things that she'd wanted to do to the
house while I ate; I told her what I thought she would need in the way
of materials, and she carefully wrote them down on a small notepad. When
I was done with the food, she took the plate and set it next to the sink
before coming back to the counter and sitting down again. I watched as
she started to speak a couple of times before she stunned me by asking
"James, do you think I'm pretty?"

It took me a couple of seconds before I could answer "Uh, yeah, I do,
Maureen."

She gave me a strange smile, and said "Even though you're only sixteen,
and I'm nearly thirty?"

"Well, uh, yeah."

She went on to ask "Have you looked down my blouse before you were doing
it out in the garage today?"

I could only sit there for several long seconds before I felt myself
blushing as I answered "Um, no."

"Have you been looking at me any other ways? Have you thought about
me... sexually?"

I was getting distinctly uncomfortable about the questions she was
asking, but didn't dare lie to her she was even better than Mom and
Dad about knowing when I was 'fudging' things. "I... Yeah, I have", I
finally admitted.

"Yeah, you have to which? Or both?"

"Both" I grudgingly conceded.

Much to my surprise, she didn't get upset with me, or say anything about
telling Mom and Dad what I'd done and said. Instead, she just sat there
for a minute or two, looking at me as though she hadn't really seen me
before. After what I'd just said to her, I suppose she figured she
hadn't. Still, I wasn't anywhere NEAR ready for the next question she
had for me: "I expect that you've been having sex with some of the girls
that you've gone out with, haven't you?"

Again, I knew I couldn't lie, and quietly answered "Yeah, some of them."

"I don't doubt that you've enjoyed it but do you think they have?"

I could feel myself blushing, but still answered "I dunno. I guess so."

She looked at me strangely for a few seconds, then said "If you 'dunno'
and 'guess so', then I figure that they haven't, really. What do you
think?"

"I guess maybe not as much", I admitted.

"I guess maybe you're right", she said, then added "What if anything
do you figure to do about that?"

The questions she was asking were making me very uncomfortable, making
it even harder for me to think about what she'd just asked. I finally
answered "I don't know it's not like there's a course in school about
it or anything."

"Do you want to make the girls feel as good as you do?"

"Uh, well, sure."

"If you had the chance, would you be willing to have sex with someone
else to learn how to make the girls happier? Even if that someone was
older than you are, and you would have to let HER be in charge about
what you do and how you do it?"

I couldn't see where any of this was going, but said "Sure I would. But
where am I going to find someone like that?"

Maureen gave me another strange smile, and said "Right here."

I still wasn't getting it, and looked around to see who she could be
talking about before asking "Where?"

She laughed, and said "Here, James. Sitting right across from you. ME."

As much as I had thought about Maureen in a physical way, I was still a
long way from being able to make the jump from eyeballing her body, and
facing the possibility of actually being able to do anything with her.
All I could do was stammer out "How... why... what..." as my mental
circuit breakers tripped.

She sat there patiently as I tried to stop my mind from going around in
circles. When I was finally able to give her my full attention, she told
me "The 'what' is that I am going to teach you how to properly have sex
even make love with your girlfriends. The 'how' is that you're going
to come over here every several days to help me with the projects that
we were just talking about; they'll take longer than expected because
when you come over here, the two of us will go up to the bedroom, where
I will teach you how to please a woman. The 'why' is simple: it's been
all too long since I had sex with anyone except myself, and I'm damn
well going to correct that little oversight with your help."

That comment about having sex with herself rang in my ears, and I
couldn't help asking "You... You, uh, touch yourself? Girls do that,
too?"

She laughed before answering "Yes, James, I touch myself. Didn't you
wonder why I was still a little red when I came back out into the
garage? When I realized that you had gotten hard just from looking
down my blouse, I figured it was more than I could stand. I HAD to go
into the bathroom and get myself off it took only a minute when I
started thinking about what you might look like. And yes, girls do that,
too maybe even more than guys!"

It was almost more than I could handle: the ideas that Maureen not only
had sexual desires, AND that girls were able/willing to take care of
those desires by themselves. The image of Maureen masturbating in the
bathroom had me sprouting a fullblown erection in nothing flat. Then I
realized that she was still sitting right there in front of me, and felt
my ears getting hot.

She looked at me in curiosity for a moment before she brightened and
asked "You're hard now, aren't you? Thinking about me?"

I didn't trust myself to speak; I could only nod my head just a little
bit to confirm what she'd just asked.

To my surprise, she got a pleased look on her face and said "Good.
Because what I want right now, more than anything else in the world is
to have a nice, hard, dick inside me!"

I found myself stunned yet again, not only at the language she'd just
used, but by her open admission of her desires.

I was still sitting there, my mind on overload, when she got up and came
around to my side of the counter where she quietly went about the
business of taking off the blouse she'd been wearing. I could only sit
there as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the creamy flesh of her
cleavage before opening it completely, exposing herself to me. My body
was still frozen in place, but my eyes and mind took over as I looked
over the view she was offering me. To this day, I'm still amazed that my
first thought was to look to see where the freckles on her faded out
under her blouse and on seeing that they disappeared on the upper
slopes of her breasts, found myself with a new task: trying to memorize
the wondrous orbs that were her breasts. I'd seen my girlfriends' tits,
of course, but hers were somehow... different.

She wasn't much larger than most of the girls that I'd gone out with
it was just that on her petite body, they looked larger. Each was a cone
of pale pink flesh, capped with small, dark pink areolas and nipples
that looked to be a halfinch long; her areolas were tight and puckered
her nipples visibly erect and hard. I watched her breasts sway slightly
as she moved to slip her blouse off and toss it to the side. She
continued to stand there in front of me, giving me a full, unimpeded
view of the most obvious symbols of her womanhood.

My eyes stayed on her breasts at least, until I realized that she'd
moved her hands to her waist, and was unfastening the jeans that she was
wearing. My breath caught in my throat when I watched her unfasten, then
unzip her jeans and slowly peel them down her legs underneath, I could
see that she had on a pair of small, sheer panties that made it possible
for me to make out not only the general size and shape of her pubic
hair, but it's color, as well: red, just a few shades darker than what
was on her head. When she'd kicked her jeans loose of her feet, she
stood up again but only long enough to begin sliding her panties off.
I heard myself gasp when her panties dropped below the level of her
pelvis, exposing her fully to my gaze.

Under my eyes, I could see that she had a small wedge of curly red hair
that extended just barely past her pubic bone, forming a narrow 'vee' of
somewhat sparse curly red hair. Looking closer, I could make out what I
knew must be the edges of her vaginal lips among the curls between her
thighs and felt myself getting even longer and harder in response.

I lost my view of her as she slid her panties past her ankles before
kicking them over next to where her jeans were. That done, she stood
before me again for a bit, giving me the chance to look at her in all
her loveliness. When she was satisfied that I'd had enough of a look,
she stepped forward so that she was right in front of me. Without saying
a word, she took my hands in hers and moved them to her breasts which
I began squeezing and caressing without further invitation. As I did,
she let her eyes close and her head tilt back, moaning softly in the
back of her throat. I marveled at the soft/firm texture of her breasts,
and how smooth her skin was for a couple of minutes before I got up the
nerve to lean forward and take one of her nipples between my lips. When
I did, she moaned again, louder, before putting her hands in my hair and
guiding my eagerly sucking mouth from one breast to the other, and back
again.

It was only a few moments before I could detect the scent of aroused
female in the air around us, and it comforted me to know that what I was
doing excited her. As I continued nursing at each of her breasts, the
aroma of her became stronger and stronger, until she finally all but
pushed my head back and said "That feels good, James. But I want no,
need more. Stand up."

I did as she asked, and wasn't surprised in the slightest when she
latched onto the waistband of my pants, fighting to get them undone. I
was more than ready, and as she unzipped me and slid my jeans shorts and
underwear down my legs, I pulled my tee shirt off, leaving me standing
there as naked as she was, my erect penis pointed toward the ceiling.
When she saw it, Maureen paused only a moment, saying "Dear god, how I
need that!" as she finished sliding my clothes down around my ankles.
After I'd stepped out of them, Maureen dropped to her knees in front of
me and did something that I'd never been able to get any of my
girlfriends to do: take my penis in her mouth and begin sucking on it.

Much to my dismay, she didn't keep it up for long; stopping when she'd
left it with a coating of her saliva. Taking my hips in her hands, she
kneewalked backwards a little bit as she guided me to my own knees in
front of her. Looking up into my face, she said "This time, James, I
just want you to fuck me just stick it in me and have at it!"

By that point, I was too engrossed in the idea of doing just as she said
to give any thought to the language she was using. She sat back on her
heels, and then moved to lie on her back. Raising her knees, she went on
to spread her legs, opening herself to me in clear invitation. Without
hesitation, I leaned forward and positioned myself between her parted
thighs; a moment's adjustment and I could feel the head of my penis
pressing against her wet opening. She was much shorter than I was: on
top of her that way, I all but covered her body with mine; the top of
her head just reached my chin.

She reached down to take my hips in her hands and pulled on them,
letting me know that she wanted me inside her right now. I pressed
forward with my hips, and felt myself begin to slip into her but she
was incredibly tight inside, and I barely managed to get the head of my
penis past her entrance, accompanied by a soft groan of pleasure from
her. I eased back a little bit, and pushed forward again, harder and
felt nearly half my erection slide into her as she groaned again, even
louder. I backed out a little and thrust in again; stopping only when I
felt her pubic hair brushing against mine.

I could barely believe how incredibly hot and wet she was inside and
she was even tighter around me than any of the girls I'd had sex with
before. I paused a few moments to savor the sensation of having her
wrapped around me that way; my reverie was interrupted by the feeling of
her hunching her hips up at me, trying to get me moving inside her. That
was all the reminder I needed to start doing that very thing.

I arched my hips back, sliding myself out of her slowly; I paused a
moment when nearly my entire length was free of her, then pushed back in
again, burying myself in her yet again. Back out not so far then
back in. Over and over, I slowly slid my erect member back and forth
through the clenching ring of her opening. With each of my strokes, I
moved a little more quickly as I became sure that I wasn't going to slip
free of her, and as her increasing wetness made penetrating her even
easier.

In just a minute or so, I was doing just as she'd instructed: just
'having at it', pistoning in and out of her at a steady pace, delighting
in the feel of her as I did so, while she moaned and groaned and gasped
out her pleasure at what I was doing. Much to my surprise, it wasn't
more than a couple of minutes before I felt her vagina clamp down on me
as she softly cried out; I slowed my thrusts into her, and felt a series
of spasms pass through her body, causing her vagina to tighten around me
even more. Then sensation of it was incredible, and I realized that it
was something I'd never experienced with any of my girlfriends and
shortly on the heels of that, understood that I'd doubtless left them
'wanting'.

Even as I began to pick up the pace of my strokes into Maureen, I
silently vowed that I was going to pay close attention to whatever
instruction and teaching she gave me in the art of pleasuring a woman.

After Maureen's climax I knew, then, that that's what it had been
she was even wetter than before, and my continued thrusts into her were
forcing more and more of her fluids out past her entrance, where they
were not only being soaked up by our pubic hair, but also creating a
distinctly liquid tone to the sound of our joining. Again, it occurred
to me that it was a sound that I'd never heard before while having sex,
and it only served to increase my determination to really learn whatever
Maureen might have to teach me.

I had started to increase the tempo of my thrusts into her when I
realized that she was beginning to have still another orgasm and when
it started for her, slowed myself so that I was penetrating her in
rhythm with the spasms I could feel passing through her body. That
seemed to make it even better for her, judging from the cries she
released as her climax continued.

The feeling of her clenching around me was having an impact on my own
desire, and I could feel myself getting even closer to filling her with
my seed. Without even thinking about it, I started pumping in and out of
her even more quickly as it got closer and closer. Finally, with a loud
groan, I pushed myself as far inside her as I could while jet after jet
of my hot cum erupted from the end of my dick, flooding her insides with
a force that I hadn't experienced with a girl before. The only thing
anywhere close to it was the time I had finally managed to masturbate
myself to my first ever climax.

Maureen's eyes flew open as I emptied myself into her, and I heard her
cry out "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!" before her head fell back again.

Finally spent, I still managed to support most of my weight on my arms
so that I didn't crush her beneath me. Her arms were wrapped around my
body, and her ankles had locked at the small of my back as she'd kept
herself open to me while I was moving in her. Once she realized that I
was done, I felt her legs slide from around my waist to rest on the
floor, though she kept her arms around me as she lifted her head to give
me a number of small, soft kisses on my chest.

When my breathing had slowed down a bit more, she reached up to tilt my
head down so that we were looking at each other as she told me "Thank
you, James. It's been a lot of years since the last time I had a man
inside me, and you just reminded me of how much I've missed it."

Not knowing what else to say, I managed to mutter "It, uh, it was my
pleasure" realizing too late that that particular phrase had more than
one meaning, considering what had happened in the last few minutes.

Maureen grinned, causing me to blush a little. I could feel my penis
starting to wilt inside her, and moved to raise myself up off of her.
She pulled me back down, saying "No, James, you don't have to get up
yet. It feels good to have you in, and on, me. Let's just stay here like
this for a little, okay?"

I wasn't about to argue with her it felt pretty damn good to me, too,
having my semierect penis inside her while her breasts were pressing
into my chest. After a couple of minutes, I realized that I'd shrunk far
enough that it wouldn't be long before I slipped out of her completely.
She seemed to know it, too, and gently pushed on my chest to get me to
rise up enough that we could look at each other as she told me "There's
something I need you to do for me, James. When I tell you, I need you to
get up and go into the kitchen and get one of the clean dishtowels from
the drawer next to the fridge and bring it back to me. I'll need you to
do all that quickly; when you stand up, your semen is going to start
leaking out of me, and I want to catch it with the towel before it can
drip down and stain the carpet. Okay?"

I was a little embarrassed about listening to her talk about catching MY
cum before it stained HER carpet, but told her "Yes, I understand."

She must have seen my discomfort, because she said "Don't be
embarrassed, James. This is what happens when a man and woman have sex."

"Yeah, I know... it's just kind of weird, listening to you ask me to
help you keep from staining your carpet with my... stuff."

She nodded before answering "Okay, I can understand that. I guess it
isn't the kind of thing that you really ever figured to hear. But I do
still need your help."

"Yeah, I'll hurry", I assured her.

She smiled up at me and said "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

I managed to grin back and tell her "Yeah, well, I guess I'll get over
it."

She grinned back for a few moments, and then said "Okay, if you'll get
me that towel whenever you're ready..."

I didn't particularly want to get off of her, but I could feel that the
next move I made would be the one that would 'uncork' us. I took a few
moments to think things through, then with an "Okay, here I go!" pulled
out of her and got to my feet. From there, it was a matter of just a few
seconds before I was back with a towel, just as she'd wanted. I handed
it to her, and watched as she started to position it between her thighs
before being hit with a sense that I was somehow invading her privacy or
something. I began to turn away, but was stopped by the sound of her
voice as she told me "You can watch, if you want to, James I don't
mind. After what we've just done, having you watch me as I catch your
semen while it leaks out of me is the least of my worries."

Puzzled, I asked "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I just had sex with a minor child that is, you. Yes, you're a
young man I'll certainly vouch for the man part! but you're young;
young as in underage. As I understand the law, if anyone ever found out
what we just did, I could be in as much trouble as some guy that screwed
an underage girl. It probably wouldn't turn out that way in the real
world, but the legal potential is still the same."

As she'd been talking, she had slowly gotten to her feet, still holding
the towel between her thighs a sight that I found incredibly erotic,
for some reason. I watched as she pulled the towel away, examined it,
then carefully wadded it up apparently to make sure that none of my
cum fell onto the floor. Standing there naked in front of me, I could
see the area between her legs, and noticed that there was a small
trickle of fluids running down the inside of one thigh. Again, I
couldn't help it, and felt myself beginning to respond to the sight of
her naked form. She saw my penis twitch and start to grow longer and
thicker again, and looked at me with a mischievous smile before saying
"Think I look sexy, do you, with your cum running down the inside of my
leg?"

"Uh, well, yeah..." I admitted (as if my steadily inflating dick wasn't
evidence of what was on my mind). I was coming to grips with the fact
that she could talk about sex as plainly as any guy I'd ever heard.

"Well, you're going to have to save it for next time. I don't want to
take the chance of Matt coming home and finding us humping like a couple
of rabbits. I'm just glad he didn't show up while we WERE fucking."

The mention of rabbits brought something else to my mind, and I asked
"Uh, Maureen?"

"Yes, James?"

"Um, what about, well, birth control?"

She gave me a wry look and said "It's a little late to be asking about
it now, don't you think? But in answer to your question, there's nothing
to worry about THIS time. My period ended a couple days ago, so I'm as
safe now as I could be. Before we do this again, though, I'm going to
get something to take care of it."

"I could, um, you know, use a condom" I offered.

She was grinning when she told me "And start boffing me that much
sooner, I expect. No, James, as much as I appreciate the offer, you
don't have to do that I want to feel you cumming in ME, not some
rubber. Now, if you'll bring our clothes with you, I'll let you have a
shower with me we can't have you going home smelling like pussy, now,
can we?"

I shook my head, and moved to gather up our clothes as Maureen headed
down the hallway toward her bedroom. I was just a few feet behind her,
and delighted in watching her ass move as she walked ahead of me. I
followed her into the bedroom, where she directed me to lay our clothes
on the bed in 'his and hers' piles. I did as she instructed, and she
took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom where she deposited the
towel in a clothes hamper. Unsure of what else to do, I just stood there
watching her as she got the showerhead in the bathtub started, then
adjusted the temperature. When she was finally satisfied, she turned
around to see me standing there looking at her, my eyes wandering over
her body. She smiled, and turned to face me before asking "Like what you
see, James? Not bad for pushing thirty, eh?"

I couldn't stop myself from replying "You look beautiful!"

"Sometimes I don't feel so beautiful, but thank you. Now, come on and
get in here with me so we can get you home in something close to normal
condition" she told me as she turned and got into the shower, leaving
the shower curtain pulled a little to the side for me.

In just a couple of seconds, I was in there with her, and was only
mildly surprised when she turned and wrapped her arms around me, hugging
me tightly. I put my arms around her in return, and hugged back, feeling
her firm breasts pressing into me as her pubic hair tickled my thigh.
After a few moments, the hug ended; she pulled back from me a little to
look up at me and say "Thank you again, James. I meant what I said: it's
been a long, long time since I was with a man, and it felt really,
really good to have you inside me. But I want to remind you that what we
did was still 'wrong', according to the law I'd be in a lot more
trouble than you would, simply because I'm an adult, and you're not. But
there would still be consequences for you, too not the least of which
would be your parents."

"I understand, Maureen. Even if we were never like that again, I'd never
tell anyone about it."

She nodded before telling me "Good. I'm not trying to lay a guilt trip
on you, or anything like that. I just want to make sure that you know
that you can't do or say anything that would make people think there was
anything happening between us."

"I know and I promise you, I'll be careful" I replied.

"Thank you, James. Now, would you like to wash my tits?" the last with
a mischievous grin on her face as she handed me the soap.

I'd seen tits and all the rest before but always in the dim light in
the back seat of a car, or in a darkened room; and never with the
freedom to look and touch that the lovely Maureen was offering me. It
was an opportunity that I took full advantage of.

From her beautiful face and slender neck all the way down to her
graceful feet, my hands wandered her body as my eyes drank her in. The
earlier alltoobrief feel of her breasts was replaced by several
minutes of squeezing and caressing and playing with them as water
dripped off her nipples. The abbreviated look I'd gotten before of her
muff and pussy was supplanted with several more minutes worth of intense
examination from running my fingers through the russet of her bush to
being able to manipulate her vaginal lips and even slide a finger into
her stillhot insides, I had the chance to educate myself with the
complexities and beauty that made up the female genitals. I learned,
from close and careful observation, that her inner lips were thin and
short, almost delicate in appearance; that her clitoris was the size of
a pea and very sensitive; that the wetness of her vagina increased
dramatically as she got more and more aroused even to the point that
some of her fluids would actually drain out of her, forming a trail of
wetness down the inside of her thigh.

Finally, regrettably, there was nothing left to wash on her, and no
pretext of making sure she was clean the only thing left on her was my
fingerprints. That meant that it was her turn to wash me, next.

What she did to me was pretty much the same thing as I'd done to her
though she had to reach up to do my neck and shoulders. For some reason,
she found MY chest to be as fascinating as I'd thought hers was I had
been on some of the teams at school, and figured I was in okay shape;
her hands spent a lot of time on my pectorals and abdominal muscles. Her
attentions finally went below my waist; when she took my semierect
penis in her hands, she spent a long time caressing and squeezing it,
making me even longer and harder. I was surprised when she reached
around and started feeling my ass but that didn't keep my dick from
coming to full hardness where it rested between her beautiful breasts.
She couldn't help but feel the increased pressure, and looked down to
see the effect she was having on me. With a laugh, she looked up at me
and said "For ME? Why thank you, James!" before tilting her head down
and opening her mouth to take me between her lips.

I was again overawed by the sensation of having her mouth wrapped around
me; the feeling was completely different than what her vagina had felt
like even BEFORE she started using her lips and tongue to stimulate me
even more. I could feel myself getting even harder in her mouth as she
ran her tongue along the underside of my penis, then using it to 'wash'
the glans, paying special attention to the sensitive spot underneath.
While she was doing that, her hands were busy, too: cupping my balls in
her hand, and softly stroking my nut sack.

I began trying to thrust myself even farther into her mouth; she simply
put a hand on my belly to let me know that she wanted to do more than
simply get me off. I managed to restrain myself from grabbing her head
and stuffing my increasingly throbbing dick down her throat; I was
rewarded for my efforts when Maureen decided to take as much of me as
she could into her mouth and that proved to be a LOT: after a couple
of tries on her part, I could feel the muscles of her throat grasping at
the end of my penis. It was more than I could stand, and I barely
managed to warn her "Maureen! I'm cumming!" before the first wad of my
jism filled her mouth. To my delighted amazement, she didn't immediately
pull her mouth off my dick; rather, she simply pulled back a little bit
and let me fire shot after shot of hot cum into her sucking mouth,
swallowing a couple of times to make more room for the cum that was
continuing to flood her mouth. I'd never gotten a blow job before, and
as I continued to turn inside out through my dick, I swore that this one
wouldn't be my last.

Eventually, though, there simply wasn't anything left in my balls to
give to her, though she continued to suck on me and use her lips to
squeegee my penis clean. When she was done, she let me fall from her
mouth and ran her tongue around her lips to make sure that she hadn't
let any of my spunk get away. She stood up and looked up at me with a
grin, saying "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed that was it the first
time a girl ever did that to you?"

I hoarsely managed to answer that it was, making her smile even wider
before telling me "Good. Then I got a kind of 'cherry' from you, didn't
I?"

I could only nod, amazed that she could think of something like that
never mind doing what she'd just done.

Her smile faded a bit as she looked up at me and asked "Surprised,
James? That a girl could, or would, do something like that? Or talk to
you the way I do? Or let you look at me the way you have?"

"Uh, yeah, a little bit, I guess."

She looked at me a little more closely before saying "More than a
little, I'd say. But that's something that you're going to have to
learn, James: girls like to enjoy sex and making love as much as guys do
if not more. That's why I'm going to teach you what I can about how to
make sure that you give the girls you're with as much pleasure as they
give you. And don't misunderstand why I'm doing it, either: as much as
I'll be teaching you about how to make a girl happy, you're going to be
DOING to make ME happy. Like I told you, it's been entirely too long
since I got laid, and I don't want to have to do without any more than I
have to any longer. So you'll be learning how to make your girlfriends
happy and getting laid more because of it, I think while I get the
benefits of being your tutor in sexual matters. I don't have any
illusions that there's ever going to be any kind of longterm
relationship between us, and I'm telling you right now that YOU
shouldn't have any ideas along those lines, either. Do you understand
me?"

I thought about what she'd just told me, and finally answered "Yeah, I
think so. We're not ever going to be a 'couple' that you're going to
be teaching me about sex so that I can practice it with you."

She looked a bit relieved when she told me "Yes, that about sums it up.
The other reason I want to 'tutor' you about sex is so that for the last
couple of months, I've been wanting to be with a guy more and more but
I've been afraid of going out and trying to find one. I was afraid that
either they wouldn't think I was pretty enough, or that if I did go to
bed with one, that something would go wrong that I'd freeze up, or not
be able to enjoy myself or make HIM happy. Then, today, when I saw you
get hard after looking down my blouse, I had the idea of doing something
that would help BOTH of us."

"You've been a dear, sweet boy, James you've always been ready to come
over here any time I needed something, and you've always been polite and
friendly. I can't tell you how much it meant to me when you let Matt
hang out with you, and helped him learn how to be a boy; I was so
worried that living alone with just me would affect him somehow. It was
after I... got myself off and I was holding the ladder again that it hit
me: just as you taught Matt how to be a boy, I could teach you how to be
a man and get my own 'itch' scratched at the same time. The only thing
I had to know was whether or not you were already doing as much for your
girlfriends as I was afraid you were. Luckily for both of us, I think
you weren't. But with my help, that will change and in the process,
you'll be helping me, too. Please understand that I'm not saying you're
a bad lover, James god knows, you satisfied me! it's just that you
could be a BETTER lover, if you're willing to let me teach you."

To say that I was surprised at hearing all of this, particularly with
Maureen standing there naked and dripping water in front of me, would be
an understatement. As I turned what she'd said to me over and over in my
mind, Maureen turned around to turn the shower off before facing me
again. By that time, I'd managed to get at least a little bit of a
handle on what she told me, and was ready to respond.

"Maureen, I thought I was doing okay with my girlfriends but after
being with you this afternoon, I know that there's a whole lot more that
I could... should be doing for them. If there's something you can do to
help me with that, I'm all for it. If it turns out that I can make YOU
feel better along the way, then that's even better. I've always liked
you, Maureen and whether or not I get any benefit out of it, if it
would do you good for us to be together, then I'm more than willing.
Even just now, when we were taking a shower and I got to look at you, I
learned more about girls than I did before. If I can learn that much
just about a girls body from you in one afternoon, then that just makes
me sure that I want to learn how to please them and make them happy." I
said. She looked pleased, and I went on to say "You don't have to worry
that you aren't pretty enough I promise you, you are. If what we did
this afternoon is any kind of indication, then I don't think you have to
worry about 'freezing up', or not being able to make a guy happy to be
with you. When I, uh, came in you, it was the strongest feeling I've had
since the first time I climaxed and I want to learn how to have that
feeling again, and be able to have a girl feel it, too."

"I'm happy to hear that, James and thank you for the compliments; they
make me feel a LOT better. Now, I think we'd better dry off and get
dressed before Matt gets home."

With that, she again took me by the hand and led me out of the tub.
Taking a towel from the rack next to the tub, she began drying me off,
paying careful attention to my groin and chest. When she was done, she
simply handed me the towel, a smile on her face. I dried her off, in
return, with as much attention to HER details as she'd paid to mine.

A few minutes later, both of us were dressed and again sitting at the
counter between kitchen and dining area. She'd gotten each of us a soda
from the fridge, and we sat there working out the details of how and
when I would be able to come over for 'lessons' as we referred to them.

A little while later, Matt got home, and proceeded to tell us about the
baseball game he'd been in, pretty much ending our planning session
though we'd managed to work something out that could take us through the
rest of the summer.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Maureen casually let Mom
and Dad know that she was planning on making a number of changes and
improvements to her house giving them a perfectly good reason why I
would be going over there more often and staying longer. She even went
so far as to tell Dad that because of all she would be having me do, she
was thinking about paying me for some of my efforts; then let Dad talk
her out of it. She spent a couple more weeks going about the task of
getting some of the materials she needed for the changes she had in
mind. Along the way, there were a few times that she asked Mom or Dad to
have me stop by, first to help with the planning, then to make sure she
had everything they didn't have the faintest idea that what really
happened when I got over there was that Maureen and I would get into a
hotandheavy necking session that usually ended with both of us naked,
her giving me a blowjob as I fingered her to her own release. It was
during my first 'consultation' that she let me know she'd seen a doctor,
and had started taking the Pill but that she'd been cautioned that it
wouldn't be fully effective until the start of her next cycle.

You can be sure that I was eagerly looking forward to the time that she
would call me over to 'help' when the end of that first month had gone
by and was then disappointed when she didn't. It was nearly five weeks
from the time that I'd first looked down her blouse before Mom casually
let me know that Maureen had asked me to come over that night to help
her out. Somehow, I managed not to show the excitement and enthusiasm I
felt when I said that I'd go over after supper.

When I got to her door, I was about to ring the bell when the door
suddenly opened up, making me jump. Then I saw that it was Maureen, who
invited me in, saying "I've been waiting for you, James..."

Inside, and the door closed behind me, I saw that she had, indeed, been
waiting for me: the snug shirt she was wearing made it clear that she
had no bra on underneath it, and that her nipples were hard behind its
material.

Taking me in her arms, she told me "I'm sorry it took so long. First, I
started my period, and I didn't think that you were ready to deal with
that mess just yet; then I had to wait for a time when we'd be alone. It
wasn't until this afternoon, when Matt asked if he could sleep over at
one of his friend's houses that I knew this was the chance we needed."

I hugged her back as she was talking, my hands sliding up and down her
back as I enjoyed the feeling of her nipples pressing into me.

After a few moments, we released each other and Maureen looked up at me
and said "Well, the first order of business is for you to look at the
project I have for you."

Seeing the look of dismay and surprise on my face, she laughed, and said
"James! Remember that the whole reason you're over here is to help me
with these projects. We have to spend at least a LITTLE time on them, in
case anyone asks how they're going. It won't take long, and then we can
begin your lessons!"

Reassured, I followed her delighted by the way her ass moved in the
shorts she was wearing to where the first of her projects was to be: a
set of builtin shelves and a desk for Matthew, so that he would have
someplace for his everincreasing book collection, and a place to study
and do his homework. We actually did talk over what she and more to
the point, Matthew wanted, how long it would take ("minus any hanky
panky" she said, knowing full well THAT wasn't going to happen), and
what we could do to make it take as long as possible while still seeming
to be progressing reasonably. It only took a few minutes with us to come
up with a scheme that fit all our requirements.

That accomplished, and both of us certain about what we'd tell anyone
that asked about it, the next step was Maureen's: with no warning or
hesitation, she peeled off the shirt she was wearing, exposing the upper
half of her body to me before asking "See anything you like, James?"

I admitted that I did, and she laughed before saying "I thought you
would. Now, let's go into my room I think both of us would be more
comfortable there". She took my hand, and led me across the hall to her
room, where she got a big smile on her face and said "School is now in
session. Take off your clothes!"

I didn't need to be told twice particularly after she slid her hands
inside the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and began sliding
them down her legs, revealing that she didn't have any more under them
than she'd had under her blouse. In less than a minute, both of us were
as naked as the day we'd been born.

We took a little time to look each other over before Maureen told me "I
think the first thing you should learn about girls is our anatomy. I
know you've seen breasts mine, and others. What you need to learn now
is the rest of it the area between our legs. Not just where our vagina
is, so you can get into it; but the rest of our parts, too, so you can
learn how to arouse us, and make us feel good."

I voiced my understanding, and she went on "So, what I'm going to do is
lie down and let you have a look at me a GOOD look. I know you got to
see all of this when we took our shower together, but that wasn't the
best time for you to actually see and learn everything."

With that, she did just as she'd said she would: moving to lay down on
the bed, her legs spread and her knees up, giving me an unimpeded view
of her genitals. I was struck with a sudden bout of nervousness, and was
slow in moving to join her. She seemed to understand what the problem
was, and waited patiently until I was lying between her feet, my face
just a few inches away from her pelvis.

She grabbed a couple of pillows, and used them to prop up the upper half
of her body, making it possible for her to see where I was looking.
Looking at me, she gently asked "Feeling a bit nervous?"

I admitted that I was, and she told me "Don't be. I'm not much different
than any other girl; it's a pretty safe bet that anything you see on me
will be on her. It might look a little different, but it'll be there.
And don't worry about looking at me like this; it actually kind of turns
me on, as you can probably see."

Once she'd mentioned it, I did notice that the lips around her vagina
were separated, the area between them faintly glistening with her
moisture. Not as much as I'd seen before we had sex the first time, but
still...

She went on to tell me "James, you need to understand that I want you to
look and touch and learn. I'm not embarrassed not after what we did
last month! and you shouldn't be, either. Sooner or later, you would
learn all this stuff, anyway. All we're doing is making sure it's
sooner, not later. Please, look and touch and do whatever you want I'm
here so that you can learn. If you do something that's uncomfortable, or
hurts, then I'll tell you, so that you know not to do it again. But I am
most certainly not going to tell you to stop until you're satisfied that
you've learned what you want to know. Okay?"

I nodded, and that seemed to satisfy her she simply rested there,
waiting for me to begin my 'studies'.

Still, it took me a few moments before I was ready to move a little
closer so that I could get a better view of her. When I did, I caught
the faint scent of her arousal, and that, more than anything else,
reassured me that she really was okay with being on display the way she
was.

I don't know how long I was between her legs like that all I'm really
sure of is that she was as patient with my looks and touches and
everything else as I'd been with Matt when I was trying to teach HIM
something. As I moved from bit to bit of her, she calmly told me what I
was looking at or touching not just the 'common' words, but the
medical terms, as well. In addition, she went on to explain to me what
kind of feelings, sensations, or other things that were involved such
as how her vaginal lips (labia, she called them) would get longer and
darker the more aroused she was; how her clitoris would get tingly and
how the little cover over it would pull back when she was excited; and
so on. She even went so far as to tell me what kinds of things I could
do to bring about the changes she was describing to me, and encouraging
me to try them to see for myself. Only once did she have to caution me
about something, telling me "A woman's clitoris yes, that is very
sensitive to pressure. What you're doing doesn't hurt, but it's
uncomfortable; if you're a little more gentle when you do that, you'll
have a girl asking for more very quickly! Yes, that's it gently."

By the time I was satisfied that I'd learned all I could for the time
being, it was clear to me that Maureen was more than a little bit
aroused by what I'd been doing to her: her labia were clearly longer and
more separated, and her opening was visibly wet with her juices. My
'lesson' completed, I moved to sit crosslegged between her feet.

I couldn't help looking at her and asking "You're... excited by this?"

She gave me a lopsided grin and answered "Yes, as I'm sure you can see."

"Why?"

I think the question surprised her, but she didn't hesitate to tell me
"It's a number of different things and I'm not sure I could explain
some of them to you; and another woman wouldn't need the explanation.
Part of it is simply the idea of having you look at me so intimately.
Another part is because of the way you've been touching me, and learning
how to use your hands to arouse me. Then there's the knowledge that when
you're done, I'm going to have you inside me the anticipation of it.
Finally, and I guess the biggest part of it, is simply the fact that
you're a young, virile man, and I can see that you find me desirable"
that last part with a Significant Look toward where my erect penis was
waving in the air in time with my heartbeat.

To my surprise, I wasn't embarrassed in the slightest when she noticed
and mentioned my aroused state I could only figure that some of her
matteroffact attitude about bodies and sexuality was starting to rub
off on me.

What did get my attention though was something she'd said.

"You said that when I was done, you would have me inside you?" I asked.

She smiled, and said "I figured you'd hear that part. Yes, when you're
done, you'll be inside me."

"Well, I'm done" I told her, grinning.

She just grinned back, saying "Are you now? Well, I guess the next part
is up to me, then", her words confusing me a little.

She must have seen the effect on my face because she went on to tell me
"What I want to do this time is something that I've always enjoyed,
although you might not have experienced it yet."

My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked "What's that?"

"This time, you're going to be on the bottom, and I'm going to be on
top!"

Thinking back to the few porno magazines I'd seen, I knew what she was
talking about and she was right, I hadn't been able to try that
position before.

"What do I need to do?" I asked, "Besides lay down, I mean."

She gave me a mischievous grin, and said "That's about it that, and
enjoy it!"

I grinned back, and moved up to lie next to her, my hand reaching for
her breast. Cupping it, I slowly ran my thumb across her nipple,
marveling again how her areolas would pucker and her nipple would get
longer and harder in response. When the one nipple was standing tall and
proud, I moved my hand to give the other the same treatment and got
the same response as Maureen's breathing slowly increased and she
released a soft moan, deep in her throat.

I soon replaced my hand with my mouth, licking and sucking on her
breasts and nipples, causing them to stand out even more as she gasped
her pleasure at what I was doing. I soon detected the unique scent that
told me she was becoming more and more aroused; I let my hand drift down
her body to begin a new exploration between her thighs. She readily
spread them for me, inviting my touch on her most intimate places.

My first touch was to softly run my finger between her vaginal lips
several times, coating it with her oils, before pressing against her
opening. She moaned softly, and lifted her hips in welcome to my soft
probe. Gently, I pressed my finger against her entrance, nudging the
tight ring of her opening apart to allow me to enter her. She was very
wet inside, and I didn't have any trouble sliding my rigid digit inside
her, all the way to the base of my finger. My palm was cupped around her
mons, and I got the idea to begin softly massaging her clitoris as I
slid my finger in and out of her tight opening. When I did that, she
groaned deep in her throat before telling me "Oh, James that feels so
good!"

After a bit, I could feel that she had loosed up a bit inside;
remembering how tight she'd been before, I thought I should try opening
her up a bit more by adding a second finger to the first. In short
order, I had both my ring and middle fingers deep inside her, both of
them wellcoated with the ample lubrication she was producing.

Even as I was slowly fingerfucking her, my mouth was still busy
softly sucking on her breasts, my lips tenderly pulling on her nipples.
By that time, she was moaning almost continuously, her breath coming is
short pants as her arousal continued to grow. I could hear and feel her
getting closer and closer to an orgasm, so I wasn't surprised when she
finally released a soft cry before her body froze as a series of waves
rippled through her vagina, clamping down on my fingers. I continued to
suck on her nipples and massage her clitoris even as I heard and felt it
as she cycled through the sexual release I'd managed to bring her.

After she finally relaxed, I carefully withdrew my fingers from her
stilltwitching vagina; she surprised the hell out of me by reaching
down to take my hand and bring it up to her mouth, where she went about
licking her juices from her fingers, her eyes locked on mine as she did
it. I felt my penis twitch when she took each of my fingers in her mouth
and sucked on it to make sure she'd gotten all of her oils off of it.

When she was done, she gave me a wicked grin before saying "Now, James,
it's MY turn!"

With a gentle nudge, she eased me over onto my back before sitting up
herself. Looking down at me, she said "That felt very good but I still
need to have you inside me."

From being next to me, she moved down until she was hovering over where
my erect and throbbing penis was waving in the air. A brief glance at
me, and she lowered her head to take me into her mouth, sucking on me as
though my penis was a particularly tasty lollipop. As she was doing
that, she began twisting her head to bring a whole new set of sensations
to my salivaslick member.

Once she was satisfied that I was fully erect (!!) and welllubricated
with her saliva, she rose up again and moved to straddle my waist. I
could only look up at her, her passion clear on her face as she reached
down between her legs to grasp my penis. She rose up again; then moved
back slightly, positioning the tip of my erection against her opening.
Holding me steady, she looked deep into my eyes as she slowly began to
impale herself on my pole. The way she was spread, I could easily see
the entrance to her vagina, and watched, mesmerized, as her hot, wet
sheath slowly enveloped my erection in a single slow, steady motion.

With my full length buried in her, she closed her eyes and paused a few
moments as though savoring as I was the sensation of having me
inside her again. Then I felt her vagina tighten slightly, and saw that
she was raising herself up again, letting nearly half my length slip
free before lowering herself again. A moment later, she did it again,
then again. Each time she settled back onto me, it was a little easier
for me to slide into her.

A few more such cycles each a little longer and faster went by
before she switched over to something different: getting her legs under
her, she moved to squat over me and begin slowly bouncing up and down,
raising herself nearly all the way off of me before coming back down
again. That went on for a couple of minutes before her legs apparently
began to tire; then she switched back to straddling me again, leaned
forward her breasts were just out of reach of my lips and began an
arching of her back that only moved her along about a quarter of my
penis; but it was the LAST quarter, meaning that each downward thrust of
her hips brought her fully against my pelvis, taking as much of me
inside as she could manage. I wasn't the besthung guy in any of my
physical education classes, but I was definitely at the 'gifted' end of
normal and I could feel the head of my penis lightly touching the
deepest part of her with each arching of her hips, accompanied by her
soft groan of pleasure at the penetration.

The sensation was incredible, and I fought to try and maintain some
sense of control over my approaching climax. But the feelings she was
creating were intense; I managed to gasp out "Maureen! I'm getting
close!"

She opened her eyes at my words, and stopped her movement over me,
saying "Fight it, James! Think about something else something to
distract you!"

With the sensations around my penis gone, it was a lot easier for me to
do as she said; still, even as I was trying to remember my stats on the
baseball team, I could feel her clenching her vaginal muscles around me.
After a little bit, the urge to empty myself into her had passed, and I
looked up to see her watching me carefully. I nodded that I was ready,
and she leaned forward to put her hands on either side of me and begin
rocking back and forth to slide herself along my length something that
left her doing almost the exact opposite of what she'd been doing
before: sliding herself on and off the three quarters of my penis that
had stayed inside her previously.

The feeling of it was tremendous and nowhere near as stimulating as
feeling myself 'bottoming out' in her vagina. Apparently, though, it
worked for her it took only a minute or two of rocking back and forth
on my dick before she pushed herself back on it as she cried out "Oh,
God, I'm cumming!"

I could feel her vagina clenching around me, and it felt wonderful but
I had been able to get a little more control over myself with the change
in her movements on me, so I wasn't in any 'danger' of climaxing myself.
Still, I have to admit that it not only felt good, but was fun to watch,
as she went through a fairly serious orgasm. I'd never really had the
chance to watch a woman before as she had an orgasm Maureen being the
first female that I'd ever knowingly brought to orgasm, and I'd been a
little 'distracted' the first/last time and it was fun, interesting,
and informative to watch.

Even as I was watching her face, I could feel her body and more to the
point, her vagina as spasm after spasm passed through her between her
gasps and moans of pleasure.

When most of it was over for her, I felt her start moving over me again
slowly at first, sliding herself almost completely off of me before
pushing back again until the tight ring of her opening was around the
base of my penis.

Another minute or two, and she was moving more quickly; as hot and tight
she was inside, I could feel myself begin to approach the point where I
knew I would empty my balls in her. I looked up at her and said "I'm
getting close again"; she responded by looking into my eyes and nodding
her understanding before slowing her selfimpalement on me. Rocking
forward a bit, she managed to get her breasts within range of my lips; I
eagerly took advantage of the situation to wrap my lips around each of
her nipples, taking turns sucking on each of them before mo

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