A young man, in praise of the older woman, well two actually. A 3-part series.
By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
My Virginity Therapist.
I can't say that my schooling was exceptional, over and above some reasonable exam results I did Okay and wasn't in too much shit with either teachers or other pupils. I had a couple of girlfriends, none of which went past the making out in the park after school.
I went to college, on the basis of those results I got a good job in Engineering which would sponsor me through University and after a few years was looking for the right girl, or at least the wrong girl in the right place.
Don't get me wrong, I was no stud but I'd had a fantastic introduction to sex. Like all the best porn films I'd been led astray by an older woman. During my second year at University I couldn't get a place in the halls of residence and hadn't been able to get cheap rooms on campus and had to go out and rent a room. I was put on to a family member that lived on the outskirts of town, some way off from my University but my landlady worked in town and would drop me off as often as possible.
My landlady Amy was in late forties, extremely attractive, positive and vivacious and was nursing her husband Tom who was in the last stages of Parkinson's. Her husband was ten or more years older than her, and had been a high level non-medical manager in the health service who'd gradually succumbed to his illness. I'd met them a couple of times at family parties and weddings and the like but didn't know them that well.
Husband Tom was a 'work-hard play hard' type of guy that 'lived life in top gear' or at least gave that impression and liked to show off about his latest golf club, new running shoes and male menopause car, and my Dad confessed that he'd never liked him that much and he'd always seemed a bit 'up himself considering he was just a pushy clerk' but we were all saddened to learn of his illness.
Working with medics and knowing that his prognosis for Parkinson's was not good, when he reached a certain point in his condition he'd requested that he could stop eating and drinking, . While his doctors had said that he probably had a couple of years of 'quite reasonable' health he wanted none of it and could not, would not be 'a healthy brain trapped in a twitching, twisted, helpless, dribbling, doubly incontinent body slowly shutting down'.
And so with a wildly twitching head and hand he searched the internet on his laptop computer and impressed with what he found, he concentrated as hard as he could to read what was on the screen. It was simple, he decided he would decline food and drink.
He asked Amy for his favorite meal that he could still manage and she went to their regular Indian restaurant and remembering him and his sad decline they cooked him a special chicken biryani along with all of his favorite sides.
She propped him up in his bed and gave him his tablets, and he took them with his beer. They laughed and joked and he reminded her of their life together. She shed a few tears and he said that with her support, this was to be his final meal and his final drink, and that by his best guess his life should end in a week to ten days.
Having watched her wonderful, bright, active husband become this bed-bound twitching wreck had broken her heart and she wasn't sure that she could watch him undertake this final journey and said so.
Huge tears slipped down his face and that was enough. When the nurse came to help with his bed time routine he announced his decision. The nurse said that she would have to tell the doctor, but they helped him upstairs and into his own bed where he'd asked that he could spend his final days. His doctor called around the next morning and he knew his patient well; after some pointless discussion he agreed and contacted his staff to that effect.
That was that; when the dehydration began to cause him pain, the district nurses put him on to morphine and after 15 long days he finally slipped away.
I arrived ten days after his death and a week before his funeral. Amy was a first or second cousin of my Mum - extended family - and much as my Mum had said that I should give everyone time to get over the death and not move in until after, perhaps sleep on a mate's floor or a local B&B. Amy said that I was most welcome and would help to take everyone's minds off of the next few days so I moved in.
Amy was curvy and sexy but amazingly sad. I made myself as useful as I could, loading the washing machine, packing the dishwasher, vacuuming etc. I made tea and coffee and tried to help seeing as both of her children were due back from University for their father's funeral, both Tom and Amy had insisted that they should continue studying.
They came home the night before and I offered to move out of the spare room to give everyone time to grieve, but none of them would have it. On the day of the funeral I got up at six and threw myself into whatever needed doing, including making breakfast toast, gallons of tea and coffee, greeting the caterers, the funeral directors, mourners and generally making myself indispensable. Being close but not too close the funeral director kind of used me as the sensible family member that could be relied on not to break down in tears.
"You're a treasure Terry," Amy said on that and so many other occasions.
The funeral was one of those 'celebrations of life' and I saw many of my relatives, including my Mum and Dad attending the crematorium and listening to the funnies that Tom's brother Hugh told of his older brother. It was upbeat, sweet but dreadful to the point of cringingly painful and Hugh was trying just too hard. It made the final closing of the curtain all the worse and Amy, the two grown up children, Tom's widowed mother and even comedian Hugh lost it as they slid shut.
There was a large wake afterwards in a local pub, and being the only sober one, I drove my landlady and her two children home, all three the worse for the booze they'd put away on that happy, awful day.
Amy's children went back to their universities and life carried on; never for one moment was there a suggestion anything at all 'naughty', sorry. We never passed on the upstairs landing with her in a filmy, flimsy see-through negligee, I never saw her in her underwear in the kitchen, had my own bathroom so there was none of that bumping into each other in the mornings.
However, she had phone calls from both of her children and seemed very upset one evening during my third month there. It turned out it was his birthday and then a few days after, her silver wedding anniversary and she was of course very upset. I was supportive and despite homework just stayed with her the whole evening.
At a little after ten she said I should go to bed, as I had to be up early and I kissed her hand and left. I woke up at about one o'clock to Amy getting into bed with me.
"I just; I just want; need to hold your hand Terry," she stumbled in her tears, "can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
"Of course," I said, throwing my duvet back and seeing her in her cotton Pejays. Fortunately for me I was wearing boxer shorts, something I always did when not at home, and she slid into my double bed. We lay together in silence and we reached out for each-others hands, she giving mine a gentle squeeze and a whispered 'thanks Terry.'
I woke at six to find the duvet pushed off of her and Amy lying with one arm across my bare chest, and in the pale early light coming through a gap in the curtain I could see one of her boobs down the gap of her Pejay top. Similarly, the stretchy trousers had slid down just enough for me to be able to see the rise or her bottom and the beginning of her buttock cleft.
I had a late tutorial that day, so was in no rush to get up. Unfortunately that didn't apply to my cock and I could feel it straining against my shorts. I desperately hoped I could get out of bed without her seeing. My bedroom was quite small and my bed pushed against the wall so technically I would need to climb over her if I wanted to get up first.
So I closed my eyes and hoped that I could drift off to sleep and that she'd get up before me. I did sleep for a while stirring when Amy woke up and but obviously not enough to fully realize where she was.
Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach and stopping just above the waistband of my shorts, and touching the top of my erection.
"Hmm;" she said sleepily and with some contentment. She stroked her hand along the length of my rock hard cock making it even harder!
I felt Amy's hand whipped away from my groin as she obviously realized where she was and who she was with. I thought she'd get up and leave, but instead she must have been doing what I'd done a few minutes before and was ogling my body and cock as it strained against the elastic of my boxers.
I left her to it, and after it was obvious I wasn't going to get a repeat performance I 'woke up' and she grinned at me,
"Thanks Terry," she said pecking me on the cheek, "I slept like a log; I'll go and get some tea." She got up, pulling up her trousers, the shape of her lovely buttocks momentarily clear through the thin worn cotton; she did have a lovely bum, no two ways about it.
This was recreated the next night only this time she came in with two mugs of tea, and asked if she could hold my hand again. The Pejays from the night before had changed to a loose vest top over an unrestricted bosom, and clingy shorts and I appreciated the change. She leaned forward to put down the two tea cups and I could see straight down her top at her still full breasts and they looked great.
We lay there and chatted easily about Uni and what I wanted to do afterwards, and then she talked about her hopes for her children and the future. Eventually, she turned out the light and we lay back just holding hands. I was dead nervous.
Like randy twenty year old virgins of my age I was a prolific masturbator and fantasist, but here I was terrified. In the shower that morning I'd pulled myself off just thinking about her stroking my cock for that brief moment and her wonderful arse I'd all but seen, and my orgasm was almost painful, spitting my youthful semen against the glass wall of the shower stall.
Amy was more than twice my age, gorgeous, and a distant relative and I lay there holding her hand and trying not to get an erection, which was of course precisely what happened.
I eventually managed to drift off to sleep, but came round at about two to find that I had rolled to one side and that Amy had backed up into me so we were spooning, and somehow my right arm was now across her waist and she was holding it to her flat stomach - under her T-shirt - with my thumb just brushing the underside of her boobs.
I so wanted to extend my thumb to touch her breasts; just once, just so I could kid myself that I'd touched real ones which would then inform my masturbation fantasies. Of course my cock swelled just at this thought and the beautiful half naked woman I was holding on to. I tried to get back to sleep, and thought getting my hand back and rolling to the other side, because I'd moved so far away from her I didn't have room, so I was pretty much stuck; what's worse my throbbing cock was bound to touch her at some stage if I stayed as I was.
To make it worse, she must have felt me move, or tense up or something because she sighed and moved back into the space I'd just made and rubbed her bottom against my erection and I could feel her wriggle until it was pushed between her buttocks; she gave a slightly stronger sigh, the tiniest wiggle, before taking my hand and pulling it up to lay on soft warm breast. To make matters worse she squeezed my hand with hers and I kneaded soft tit flesh for the first time. As I felt her nipple extend into my palm it was all I could do not to come in my pants there and then.
I woke up a while later and my right arm was under me and starting to suffer pins and needles. I tried to get it out from under me, but I was feeling brave seeing as my other arm was still holding her breast. I managed to slide it out from under me, and in a strange wriggly maneuver I slid it up and under my pillow and her pillow, so it ran across her shoulder. Inspired by my own bravery I laid it across her and, more by luck than judgement, it went under her vest top and straight on to her other breast. I squeezed both and pulled her tight to me, and this elicited a further sigh and the addition of her other hand over my other hand, and further push against my now rock hard cock with her bottom. I fell back to sleep almost immediately not thinking how we'd explain this in the morning.
When the morning came we were still snuggled up really closely and I was still holding her bare breasts under her T-shirt and she still had one arm across both my hands, with the other reaching back pushed through the waistband of my boxers and on to my thigh. Yes, my erection was pushing between her buttocks.
It was obvious she was awake, and it took no time for her to push my hands against her boobs and gently stroke my thigh, her nipples hard again. She turned her still sleepy face back to me and smiled.
"Thank you again Terry," she again pushed my hands against her bare tits, "I slept like a log again," she rubbed her arse against my cock, "and it seems like you've woken up with one!" she giggled. She rolled over and I disentangled my hands from her boobs and vest top. She took my hand and rested it on her still bare midriff, and looked into my face. "I can't thank you enough Terry," she said dropping her eyes, "I don't think I've 'slept' properly in about five or six months. With Tom's last few months, he could only sleep in a hospital bed downstairs, then he insisted he wanted to go up to our room to die, and seeing as he was staff they let him." She choked up a bit and looked back at my face, "I actually tell people that I lost Tom about six months ago, as that was when he stopped being 'him';" she dropped her eyes, shook her head a bit and looked back at me again. "It was so lovely to actually be held by someone again, thank you Terry." She kissed my cheek tenderly and rested her forehead against mine. She rolled over and got up, her arse looked wonderful. "My turn for the tea and breakfast again Terry, what time do you have to be in college?"
"Usual time," I said pulling the duvet back over my erection. I'm sure she noticed.
"Well you jump in the shower Darling, and I'll do breakfast." In the shower I lasted about half a dozen strokes before I shot my come against the glass wall.
We had a very relaxed breakfast of marmalade toast and tea, and I took her up on her offer of a lift to college even though I wasn't due in for nearly two hours. I sat in the refectory nursing a coffee and thinking about the last night. She was hot, sexy but as they say in the movies, 'just not that in to me'. I finished my coffee and headed off for my lecture.
Would probably never happen again, and what the fuck if I did get a stiffy, she'd spent most of the previous evening rubbing herself against it already. I got a several handfuls of boob into bargain.
It was Friday night and I got home to find that she had prepared a really nice meal, had taken the afternoon off to shop and prepare it in fact.
"Go up and shower and change Terry," she said, "I've prepared us something nice to celebrate the weekend." She was wearing a stretchy floral dress that clung to every wonderful feminine curve and looked so fucking hot it was unbelievable. I showered, and put on the smartest clothes I had. I was a student and not that well supplied with them after all. I went with my black 5 O 1's and a blue denim shirt that I buttoned up under a matching tie. I added a splash of aftershave. As I came into the room I noticed she had turned off the main lights going instead with candles.
"Look at you," she said, "all dressed up," I could see some red in her cheeks and she turned her back on me.
"Least I could do Amy," I replied, "have to apologize that I don't even come close to your sexy outfit;" I put my hand over my mouth; shit, I used the S word and that was the one thing we were both trying to avoid, or so it seemed to me.
"You look sexy as well Terry," she said turning to face me, "trust me!" She popped the top on a bottle of Asti and she poured us both a glass, next she reached into the oven and returned with two plates piled with steak, chips, and mushrooms, next the fridge revealed two plates of salad.
She sat down opposite me, and raised her glass,
"This is a toast just for me," she said looking to the ceiling, "to my wonderful late husband Tom on the occasion of our silver wedding anniversary, with who I never shared a cross word or deed and who I miss every day," I saw a single tear in her eye, "to you my Darling Tom-Tom, hoping heaven's golf courses never close and you can finally get your handicap below 13." She closed her puffy eyes and took a long draught of wine, draining it in one go.
I tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up, and raise the mood just a bit. I stood,
"To Amy's Tom," I said looking from the added height straight down the front of her dress at the black bra responsible for her great shape, "You must have been one hell of a guy. But playing off of a 13 with a wife as beautiful as this in love with you? You must be in heaven," I emptied my glass as well.
It worked and she giggled, and topped up both of our wine glasses and I sat back down. We spent a very pleasant hour chatting and eating the splendid steak and chips. Amy asked if I could manage something else and said she had an Eton mess in the fridge. I stood up and got it from the fridge placing the large bowl between us and two smaller basins. She spooned out large portions and we tucked in with gusto.
I love Eton mess above all other sweets, and it was wonderful, made with my favorite black cherries rather than strawberries. I ate my portion, then laughing Amy took another spoonful for herself then pushed the bowl over to me. And I finished it.
She had already started to make coffee, so I began to scrape plates and load them in the dishwasher, along with all the cutlery and crockery we'd used that night.
We headed back to the living room with a tray which I carried; we sat on the large sofa with and she turned to face me, knees drawn together and up on the cushion, she rested against the back of the sofa her head on her arm.
I'd never been on a date before, and I'd drunk half a bottle of Asti Spuman te. I was slightly tipsy and because I'd never been on a date, I didn't realize I was on one. As the night drew on I noticed we were no longer talking about Tom, and it was more about me. She started to yawn and I stood and indicated that I was heading for my bed. She grinned and said she would follow a bit later.
"Goodnight Amy," I said, taking her hand and kissing it, "I had a wonderful evening, thank you so much."
"You are most welcome Terry," she beamed at me.
I headed for my bed with just the slightest wobble and I heard her chuckle. I got to bed and stripped out of my clothes and rolled into bed. I lay awake for a few moments wondering if Amy would come and join me again, but my long day and my great evening soon had me sound asleep.
I felt the bed dip as she got in, and I rolled to my side lifting the duvet so she could take up the same spooning position we had the nights before. This time I wrapped both my arms around her and took hold of her great boobs and felt her bottom push against my groin. The message finally reached my Asti fuddled brain some moments later that she was naked, and so was I.
I didn't have an erection, at least not when I fell asleep.
When the late autumn sun started to creep through the curtains, I definitely did; mind you. Her soft skin felt wonderful against mine, and my cock was not flat against her buttocks or resting in the crease as it had done before but thrusting and pinched between her thighs and resting against her bare cunt. I flinched and she must have felt it.
"Good morning Terry," she crooned stretching, "you can't go putting that in me without a condom you know," she said, then after a pause, "Luckily I brought some with me." She turned around and disappeared under the covers, "Oh this looks lovely," she said, and next thing I felt her wriggle even further south and what I now know was her mouth as she closed it over my cock’s knob.
Christ! I was only just awake and here she was sucking and bucking her mouth up and over my cock and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
"Amy," I gasped, "Amy; I'm; gonna;"
"Yes," she said, temporarily stopping, "You're gonna come, wouldn't be doing it otherwise now would I?" She threw the duvet off of us, and without taking me out of her mouth managed to get me to roll onto my back so she could climb across me. I finally got to see her wonderful breasts and the small clutch of black hair between her thighs as she spread her legs over mine.
She took her mouth from my prick and just pumped it, looking cheekily at me and smiling
"I owe you Terry, and this is really nice way of repaying my debt to you." She pumped down hard on my cock, "Come on Terry, come for me;"
She put her mouth over me just as my body tried to curl up as it pumped come out into her mouth. She continued to pump down on me as I poured out. She slurped over my cock until I wriggled so much that she laughed and stopped.
"Now," she said, rubbing up and down my cock, "If you're going to lose your virginity to me this fine morning, we'll have to get you nice and hard again."
"I;"
"Oh don't worry," she rubbed my groin and then gently played with my testicles rolling them with her fingertips.
She grinned then added; "I guessed as much. I've never had a virgin before, and it might be quite nice." She sat up, her fingers wrapped around my cock, "when Tom got to the point he couldn't get out of bed anymore he told me that I should move on and should I ever get the opportunity to slake my lust I should take that opportunity. When I came to your bed last night I wasn't sure that I could, but laying there with you holding me again, just the way that Tom did, I knew that it would be great to fuck you. The fact that you were so sweet and kind, and a virgin, I knew it would be right."
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at her.
"Thank you," I said, "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," she said, "just get an erection, so we can fuck I can take your cherry. Want some of this?" she said, getting up onto her knees, swinging her hips and running her hands across her boobs and down her sides. She had the tiniest belly bulge but I couldn't have cared less. There was all of my porno wank fantasies, flesh and blood and probably just as horny as I was.
"God yes," I said. She leaned forward and walked on her hands and knees across me brushing her tits across my cock. That in itself made my cock twitch and straighten some. It looked so sexy. "Would you suck it again?"
She beamed a grin, shook her head and hissed; “Bloody men.”
She lifted my tip into her mouth and sucked me again. I felt myself harden in her mouth. She closed her eyes and I just devoured her body with my eyes and instantly went as hard as a rock. She sat back.
"There," she said, "that's perfect." She reached over to my bedside table and took the condom she'd obviously put there the night before and opened it and slid it into place. "Now then; you ready Terry?"
I nodded; she moved forward until her groin was level with mine, and raised herself over me I felt my rubber coated cock brush against her. She put one hand on my shoulder and leant forward, then before I knew it she had closed her eyes, and was holding onto me and pushed back feeding me inside her. The look on her face was one I'll always remember; she had a huge grin and as she went further down she exhaled in delight.
"Oh; fuck yes!" she exclaimed, "Oh yeah," she giggled with a warbling tremble in her laugh. She proceeded to rise up and down on me, her hands on my chest. "Okay Terry, you just enjoy yourself, anything you feel like doing, you just do, you wanna come, you come, plenty more condoms."
The feelings on my cock were way too much and Amy must have read it in my face, "come on Darling, come for me, oh yeah," she moved herself up and down faster and faster on me as my second orgasm struck, and fuck didn't it strike. She climbed off to lay down next to me, stroking my side and my face. "Cherry gone? Terry? You feel better for that?"
"Wow, Amy," I said, "it was great, thank you so much."
"We'll give it a while, and have another go, seeing as you've got a bit of a flair for this kind of thing." She stroked my face again, "Tea?"
"I'd love one."
"You wait there, you've earned your rest!"
It was so sexy watching her beautiful naked body swing across the room I felt a twinge in my genitals just from that, even though I had come twice already. She returned twenty minutes later with mugs of tea and scrambled eggs on toast. We sat naked on the bed eating breakfast while she quizzed me on any sexual experience I might have had, which was down to just masturbation on my part.
"Well Honey, I'll give you lessons while you're here, is that Okay?"
I nodded and she laughed at my eagerness. "Just promise me one thing tiger, you aren't to fall in love with me Okay? You're young enough to be my son, and you want to find the perfect woman your own age to fall in love with; right?"
"Scouts honor!" I said.
"Boy Scout? So that means you're always prepared?"
"Apparently." I confirmed.
"Excellent, then you should be able to fuck me again, right?"
"Oh yeah," I said gaining confidence and putting down my mug to crawl towards her with a dangerous look in my eye.
"I do love a man in uniform," she beamed at me flipping onto her hands and knees, "seeing as you're getting all manly, you can take me from behind, doggie style."
I climbed on to my knees behind her, and after a few moments of practice; managed to get my covered cock in her and started my first fucking motion, screwing her for all I was worth. She reached back and took hold of my hand and had me grasp her thighs and I got the message and started to pull her backwards and forwards on my cock, and she seemed to go mad.
"Oh fuck yes Terry, Oh shit just like that, please don't come, not yet; don't come, fuck me, please keep fucking me!" I did right up to the point she let out an almighty growl that turned into a long groan of pleasure and had her trembling into orgasm, and I came.
That was one of my favorite fucks of all time and still ranks right up there in my top three. After that one she lay down and we both rested, not bad considering it was only a few minutes after nine.
When we came round, half an hour later, she kissed me awake,
"No falling in love with me, Terry; remember?"
"No love, lust Okay?"
"Aw, yeah;" she growled and we kissed with tongues for the very first time, this went on for another twenty or so minutes until she pulled off the last condom that was by now hanging off of me and replaced it with another and them she pulled me on top of her and we had our first missionary fuck, kissing passionately and each screwing the other for all we were worth.
The New Normal
That general pattern took place over the next few months and we tried everything, so much so she went back on the pill so we could dispense with condoms.
She taught me where her G-spot was, her A-zone, how to deal with her clitoris, how best to do oral and I still remember to this day my lying between her thighs and licking her clit as my index finger stroked her G-spot at the same time. She screamed her way to orgasm bucking her now bare cunt into my wet face as she pissed all over me (I'm still of the opinion that female ejaculation is just pee under pressure!) I didn't stop and she pulled the spare pillow across her face and screamed into that.
"Watch for my reactions Terry," she said, "Be guided by them."
That was my lovemaking commandment from that point on.
Impressed by my speed of learning and dedication to my studies; she even moved into the risqué (for me at least) area of her anus and one pissed Saturday night I fucked her arse, using our last remaining condom; it turned out.
We'd been pushing the boundaries for days. She'd started it by gently inserting a lubed finger into my anus and playing with my prostate which had me hard and gasping for release. She quickly sorted that by sucking my cock, and choking as my come jetted into her mouth and throat. As I recovered, she was half lying across me still licking the last of my cum from my softening cock. I scooped a finger of her K Y jelly from the still open tube and started to play with her anus (only fair after all.)
"Cheeky!" she said, as I swirled my finger around her tight opening, feeling the crinkled, tight skin there.
I grinned, and just to show how cheeky I was, I gently pushed my finger past her sphincter and into her back passage, stroking around inside.
"Oh Terry Darling!" she said with a great display of over-acting, wriggling her arse into my hand. So impressed was she, that she started to push herself back and forth on my finger. "oh that's a nice way to scratch an itch," very soon it became clear that she was fucking her arse with my finger. I turned to my side to enable myself to reach better.
Lying on my side, I took hold of her around the waist, and sat up, her wonderful bottom all mine, and started to pump my finger in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, soft, hard, until she was gasping.
She pulled away from me with a big dirty laugh, and walked to her bedside table where the wine was. She poured herself a glass and drank it down. Then she did this a second, then a third time, bringing the fourth back to bed with her.
She knelt on the bed, her legs spread rudely her swollen puss on display to me, along with her great boobs swinging under her.
She drained her fourth glass of wine with gusto and a smacking of her lips.
"Come on then Terry Darling, you gonna stick your big cock up my tiny little bum are you?"
"Oh yeah," I said rolling off of the bed.
"Well, be quick about it, I've not had a willy up that one in ten years, and if I sober up you might lose your chance."
I grabbed the lube and the last condom in the box. I was no expert but I'd read enough advice leaflets to know you wore a condom when you buggered someone. Amy was still on her knees and elbows wiggling her round arse in the air. I knelt behind her pulling the condom onto my cock that had returned to rock hard with her continued attention and the job it had to do.
I spread the K Y across my shrouded cock, liberally,
"You ready Amy?" I said.
"As I'll ever be," she said with the tiniest hint of a drunken slur. I levelled my cock at her rear and leaned forward. My cock slid all over the place, and she giggled.
"Come on now Terry, time's a wasting'!" I pushed once more and it slid past her anus for half of its length in one go. "Fuck!" she said in some pain, "Christ Terry, go easy babe!"
I started a slow fucking that stopped her talking so I would not lose what could be my only chance to anally fuck so gorgeous a woman for some time.
I'll confess that I pounded her; the nice Terry that she'd so enjoyed training had realized that sometimes you have to be a bit of a shit, so I screwed her arse to oblivion. To my great surprise she had no objection and lay there and let me do it to her, until after a few minutes I finally lost my load into the safety of the condom. I withdrew and removed the condom and went into the bathroom to wash my hands and clean up. By the time I got back she was sound asleep, a seraphic smile on her face.
The next morning she told me it was one of the most intense fucking sessions she'd ever experienced, and while she wasn't up for it every night, if I wanted to do something like that, say, every couple of months; I knew where the K Y was.
This upping of the game led to more interesting sexual play. She invited me to her room one evening; I didn't always sleep with her nor she with me, we were fuck buddies, but no more.
But this night she had dressed in black underwear and played a dominatrix, tying my hands above my head to the brass bedframe, and she wanked me unmercifully, and played with my anus only letting me come over my own belly once she'd played with my prostate. She rubbed her cunt against my face intent on her own pleasure, working her cunt and clit against my mouth and tongue. She came soaking my face and her pillows into the bargain. She lay back down and wiped my face cooing to me about what a good bitch I'd been. She reached up and undid my bonds, Tom's old ties I guessed.
I recovered and wiped my own come from my chest and lay comfortably like I was going to sleep it off and she lay back with a contented sigh. I reciprocated by grabbing her, and heaving her over my lap, pinning the one arm not stuck against me with my left, then pulling down her black lace panties mid-thigh and spanking her arse. Thank God for internet porn;
She struggled and wriggled, not too much I might add. I asked her if she deserved a good spanking,
"That's for you to decide;" she hissed through clenched teeth. I gave her another 12 spanks insisting she count them, and she did panting her way through them. At the end of the spanks I took advantage of her exposed cunt and arse and fingered her, using her own cunt moisture to lubricate her anus. I still held her down, and I could see the whole process was turning her on and she started to come. I stopped my fingering.
"No, Terry." she gasped, "please, let me come. I'll be your bitch, I promise; just; oh my God, oh Terry, please, I;"
I scrubbed at her G-spot again.
"Terry please!" She begged.
I pumped my hand vigorously into the back of her cunt and her arse and she came. My cock sprang to attention and I rolled her onto her hands and knees and fucked her, me standing on the floor for extra purchase and we both came strongly.
All good things come to an end, and for us it was the return home of her daughter the following summer. I can't complain, we fucked pretty much every chance we had for almost two years, stopping when her children came home for half term; mind you I went home at half term as well.
When her daughter finished her second year, I graduated and that was that.
Amy said that we couldn't sleep together any more in case her daughter found us. She also said that while she reckoned her daughter Alice found me attractive she'd rather I didn't start to see her as it would just get way too complicated. By way of thanks I took Amy and Alice out to dinner before I left to go finally go home and Amy crept into my bed for one last time, and we went at it like rabbits, albeit silent ones.
She lay on top of me, stroking my hair,
"You are so good at all this stuff Terry," she grinned her well exercised cunt squeezing my softening cock still wet with her juices, "Fuck, but I'm a good teacher." She kissed me.
"The best," I said, reaching down to stroke her clit, "shame I can't give you too much credit for your work."
"You find the right girl and make sure you give more than you receive, that'll be all the credit I need."
To be continued in Part 2
By Androgynous other for Literotica
