Subject: Tutoring Mom
Story Codes: FF oral
Diary Date: July 31, 2007
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Usually when I tutor, it's the students or their father I have to keep an
eye out for. Well, that wasn’t the case in this situation!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Summer Tutoring
Chapter 2 – Skinny-dipping With Nathan’s Mom
Chapter 3 – Comparing Pussies
Chapter 4 – Playing With Julie
Chapter 1 – Summer Tutoring
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Now that I’ve graduated and finally have my degree, I can charge more
than ever to tutor. Surprisingly, people seem to be more than willing
pay me to help their darling little angels get ahead. Actually, in my
opinion most of the kids I tutor don’t “need” tutoring to make it through
school. The parents hire me so theoretically they will have an advantage
over the other kids in their class, sort of like hiring a private coach
for their son to help him become the star quarterback.
With all the pressure of getting into the “right” colleges these days, I
also find that many of the “kids” I tutor aren’t in elementary school
anymore but in high school. At 22, that doesn’t make me whole lot older
than some of them which can be a bit awkward at times, especially with
the boys. Despite all the witty stories on the Internet about
babysitters and tutors having sex with their charges, in reality this
hasn’t been my experience. Indeed, the LAST thing I need is when
applying for a job with the local school district is a record (or even
just a reputation) for having sex with any of my students. Talk about a
career buster!
More than a few of the dads, however, HAVE paid ”special” attention to me
but then they are guys so what else would I expect? As such I don’t
really get too concerned or worked up over it. After all, most guys look
at me that way and after a while you tend to become a bit numb to it
unless there is something special about him. My usual attire when
tutoring in the summer is jeans and a tank top or cami, nothing TOO
revealing but comfortable. Even when dressed conservatively I still
catch a few dads, and some of my students, looking at my ass and boobs.
I can’t say it bothers me as after all, what girl doesn’t like to be
looked at? The only girls I hear complain about being “objectified” are
the ones who really aren’t.
One of my better paying clients was a family that lived in one of the
fancier sections of town, and in my town that’s saying something. Nathan
was getting ready to start his senior year and his parents wanted him to
take several accelerated courses so he would have some of them out of the
way when he started college. He needed to pass an entrance exam first to
be accepted into the courses so it was my job to prepare him.
Nathan was a sweet boy, a bit on the nerdy side, but smart and I think he
could have passed without my help but his parents weren’t taking any
chances. I enjoyed tutoring him because he caught onto everything right
away. It didn't hurt that I think he had a crush on me and seemed to
want to please me as much as anything. I plead guilty to teasing him a
bit but it was pretty innocent stuff. Probably the “worst” was the time
when I wore my short cutoffs and low- cut tank top (without a bra, of
course). Scholastically, it was a horrible lesson as he couldn't seem to
concentrate on anything but starting at me whenever he thought I wasn’t
looking. It was the only time I pulled such a stunt but I think that it
was worth it for both of us.
Since I always tutored Nathan in the afternoon, I never saw his father.
Julie, Nathan’s mom was usually be there but typically the only time I
actually saw her was when I was getting ready to leave and she would come
around pay me. I never really gave her a second thought until the day I
wore my cutoff outfit. I could have sworn she was looking through what
little I was wearing, just as most guys would. She never said anything,
though, or did anything overtly so I just filed it away as one of those
“interesting” moments and let it go at that. Nathan mentioned she was 38
one day in conversation which made her about the same age as my Aunt
Linda. Indeed, Julie bore a remarkable resemblance to my aunt,
especially her smile and the way she wore her hair, not to mention an
incredible figure for her age.
One time when I was tutoring we took a break and I learned how Julie kept
herself in such great shape. As it turned out, they had an entire
workout room loaded with about every piece of equipment imaginable. It
had a large glass wall that overlooked this amazing pool in back of their
house. It was dark and empty at the time, but judging from Julie’s
physique, it was used regularly.
Chapter 2 – Skinny-dipping With Nathan’s Mom
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It was the end of July and the weather was hot and muggy. It didn't
really matter as their house was well air-conditioned and indeed, they
kept it on the cool side if anything. I’m sure Nathan didn't mind the
way my nipples reacted when I was there as it was like being in a
refrigerator and they would pole through my thin tops like they were made
of saran wrap. Had I been a more suspicious person, I might have accused
Nathan of deliberately turning the thermostat down before I arrived!
After our lesson, we went to the kitchen to get a glass of water when his
mother popped in. She must have been working out as she was flushed and
sweaty with her hair pulled back. She was wearing a sports bra, some
tight bicycle shorts, and sneakers with low-cut athletic socks. Julie
was also carrying a towel which she was using to wipe the seat off of her
face and arms. God, she looked incredible for a woman her age!
“Um Nathan, did you forget about something?” she said, pointing to the
clock on the wall.
Indeed, Nathan must have because his mouth dropped open and he mumbled
something like “crap” under his breath.
“Well, just don’t stand there with your mouth open like some fish out of
water,” she admonished him, “Get going before they fire you on your first
day!”
Nathan quickly said goodbye and hustled out to his car and quickly drove
off.
“He’s suppose to be starting his new job today,” Julie explained,
obviously seeing the curiosity in my face, “just a bag boy at Giant Eagle
but he needs SOME responsibilities.”
“That’s good of you to push him like that,” I said, trying to act mature,
“Too many kids think everything should just be handed to them on a silver
platter.”
Julie dropped the towel to the floor as she reached for her purse on the
counter. She opened up her wallet and took out the cash for my lesson.
“Here you go, I can’t tell you how pleased Nathan’s dad and I have been
with the progress he’s made.”
“Really, he’s a smart kid, no problem at all,” I assured her, taking the
money and stuffing it in my jean pocket.
“Sorry I’m such a wreck,” Julie apologized, shaking her head as she
looked down at herself, “Seems to take more and more to keep myself in
shape these days, not that YOU would know anything about that.”
I couldn't help but blush a little and she laughed at my being
discomfort.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed, I would give anything to be your age again
and have a body like that without even thinking twice about it.”
Now I DID feel embarrassed. She reached down to grab her towel and I
couldn't help but notice what an incredible ass she had. The bicycle
shorts hugged her like they were painted on and there didn't look to be
an ounce of cellulite anywhere. The way she took her time it was almost
like she WANTED me to look at it.
“Hey, I’m going to jump in the pool to cool off, want to join me?” she
offered.
“Maybe next time,” I replied, “I didn't bring a suit with me.”
Julie just shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, it’s just us girls, who needs a
suit?”
She said it in such an off-hand manner that it seemed like a natural
response and not some sort of sexual overture. In any case, she was
right, why worry about one if it was just the two of us? It’s not like
my bikini hid all that much to start with even when I DID wear it. I
shrugged and smiled, silently accepting her offer.
“Great, you can undress in the guest room by the pool.”
I followed Julie out to the pool and she pointed out the guest shower
room. As I walked in I looked back and saw she apparently didn't worry
about where she undressed as she just dropped her clothes quickly in a
pile by the edge of the pool and jumped in. In fact, she undressed so
fast I barely had time to take in her large breasts and naked figure. I
didn’t even get to see her pussy and I wondered briefly if she was shaved
or what. I DID, however, not that there was no sign of any bikini lines,
at least not that I could see from my vantage point. Something told me
that Julie didn't worry much about wearing suit any other time as well.
Feeling a bit overly-conservative in comparison to her openness, I went
in the guest room where I undressed, folding my clothes and leaving them
on the bench seat. There were some large beach towels folded in a pile
and so I grabbed the top one and wrapped it around me before leaving for
the pool. Julie was still in the water but now at the pool edge, her
arms folded in front of her on the concrete while her naked body floated
out behind her.
“Ahhhhhh, somehow I didn't think you would be the shy type,” she laughed
softly at me as I held the towel tightly around me.
Normally being nude in front of someone was no big deal for me but I
couldn't help but feel a little intimidated for some reason. Maybe it
was Julie’s natural sensuality, or perhaps the way she held herself all
confident and composed. This was clearly a woman comfortable with
herself and clearly accustomed to being in charge.
“Ah come on, drop the towel and jump in, the water’s great!” she
encouraged me.
Feeling sort of silly now for acting so immature, I dropped the towel and
stood there naked in front of her. Her eyes quickly passed over me from
head to toe and I wondered what she thought of me. She didn't waste any
time telling me.
“Damn girl, that is one serious body you’ve got there,” she said softly,
smiling as she locked her eyes on mine. “I can’t believe you don’t work
out.”
“Well, I don’t,” I answered lamely as I started to make my way to the
pool edge.
“Well, enjoy it while it lasts, sister. I use to feel the same way when
I was your age. Well trust me, your day will come!” she said with a
smile that took the edge off what she said. It was more like she was
teasing me than admonishing me.
I dove in the pool and she was right, the water DID feel great. Not cold
but at the same time, not overly heated either. This time of year my
cousin’s pool felt more like hot bathwater whereas this seemed to be at
just the right temperature. I swam over and held myself up on the edge
next to her.
“Wow, this is perfect!” I gushed, enjoying the feel of the water against
my nude body.
“Yeah, it actually has a temperature control that keeps it right at the
temperature you set,” Julie explained. “My husband loves his toys.”
We both laughed and then just remained that way for a few minutes,
enjoying the water surrounding us and talking about life in general. I’d
never really spoken with her a whole lot other than to discuss Nathan’s
tutoring needs so it was interesting to learn more about her. She asked
a lot of questions about me as well, including whether I had any
boyfriends, but nothing TOO personal.
Chapter 3 – Comparing Pussies
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Eventually Julie invited me to get out and we walked over to a couple of
lounge chairs where some dry towels were spread out. She dropped on her
back and just laid herself out naked, not attempting to cover herself
whatsoever and not seeming to care whether I looked at her or not. This
obviously wasn’t anything unusual for her. As I took a similar position
on the chair next to her, I noticed for the first time that she wasn't
shaved but instead was trimmed quite close so while her pussy hair was
wet, it didn't form the thick packed-down pile like my mother’s did when
she got out of the pool or hot tub. Apparently Julie had taken a look at
my own situation as well.
“What’s with all you young girls these days? Everyone seems to be
shaving their pussies. God, it’s bad enough we have to shave our legs
and armpits, why add to the hassle?”
I just shrugged and answered, “Well, I don’t worry as much about what I
wear this way.”
Julie grinned at me with a twinkle in her eye. “Yeah, I can see that
given the stuff you girl wear these days. Is that the ONLY reason?”
She was fishing for something and from the way she kept glancing at my
crotch I had a good idea what it was. It seemed time to take a bit of a
chance.
“Well, it DOES makes it easier during oral sex,” I said with a little
giggle. For some reason, confiding in Julie, a mother and wife, seemed a
little naughtier than with just another girlfriend. She was almost the
same age as my mom and I had no trouble discussing such things with her
but then Julie wasn’t my mom.
Meanwhile, Julie had turned on her side and her breasts hung down but
still managed to look firm and full, not saggy. Her nipples were
hardened and something told me it wasn’t the pool water that was the only
thing causing her reaction. Too bad she wasn't a guy. It would have
been easy to gauge her thoughts simply by looking down and seeing what
was growing!
“Yeah, my husband had been pestering me to shave mine. Can you imagine
that? Here I am, 38 years old, not some teenager anymore. I told him
that I needed to act my age.”
“My mom feels the same way,” I found myself confessing to her, “She
doesn’t even trim herself close the way you do.”
Julie pulled her upper leg in tighter, allowing her pussy to be more
exposed.
“So tell me Kelly, what do you think? Should I shave it all off?” she
asked, running her fingers over the short hair. It was more like stubble
and wasn't even long enough to poke out through her fingers as she
started rubbing herself.
“Why not?” I answered, “I mean, it IS a pain in the neck at first but
once you get use to it then it feels pretty good.”
Julie continued to run her fingers through her pubic hair. She briefly
shut her eyes, as if focusing on what she was doing and then she opened
them again and sighed.
“I don’t know, I can’t hardly remember being bald down there. I can’t
even imagine what it would be like.”
She closed her eyes again and continued to rub herself. It wasn’t
anything flagrant, like shoving a finger up inside of herself, but it was
obvious from the way she would twitch now and then that her fingertips
were hitting all the right spots. It was just enough that she was
touching herself but not so much that anyone could accuse her of
masturbating in front of me. I just laid there at first, and then turned
on my side to face her. I didn’t touch myself but my pussy was certainly
telling me that it wanted some attention. Suddenly Julie jerked and she
pulled her hand away and bit her lip as she looked at me.
“Oh god, you must think I’m terrible touching myself that way in front of
you,” she said softly. Somehow the tone of her voice didn't match the
words she was saying. She certainly didn’t SOUND like she was sorry at
all.
“Hey, you know what they say. If it feels good….,” I replied, trying to
let her know I didn't mind it without actually coming right out and
saying it. I wasn't quite sure what was going on yet although I was
getting a pretty good idea by now.
Julie laughed a little at that, putting her hand back to her crotch again
but just letting it rest there without hardly moving it this time.
“I was just trying to imagine myself without any hair,” she offered up as
an excuse. “It’s been a long time since I touched a bare pussy. I must
have been about eleven or twelve when I started growing in.”
She was looking at my pussy now so I reached down and ran my fingers over
my crotch for her.
“Well, what can I say, feels pretty good,” I giggled like some teenage
girl playing with herself in front of her friends for the first time.
Chapter 4 – Playing With Julie
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There was an awkward silence as both of us laid there. Our hands started
to go to work on ourselves but yet not really quite masturbating as we
each seemed to wait for the other to take it to the next level. I had a
REAL good idea now what she wanted but at the same time, she didn't seem
to have quite the courage to go for it, leaving it up to me to make the
first move.
“Would you like to touch mine to see how it feels?” I offered, trying to
sound like it was the most natural thing in the world to offer although
the edge in my voice surely betrayed me.
“Oh I couldn’t do that,” she hurriedly replied. She may have SAID that
but she was looking at my hand on my pussy the whole time and I knew what
she really meant to say.
“Why Julie, haven’t you ever touched another girl’s pussy?”
Julie’s face flushed a bit and I suddenly realized I may have been wrong
in my initial assessment. I had assumed Julie was bi and was looking to
hook up with me. From her reaction, something told me she wasn't as
“experienced” as I may have thought for being as forward as she had been
so far.
“Well?” I pushed her.
“Back in high school I once kissed a girl’s nipple on a dare,” she
finally confided, “But that’s as far as I’ve ever gone with a girl.”
If that was true, then I didn't understand why she had been so forward
with me so far. You would think a woman her age that had never had sex
with a girl wouldn't have been so “outgoing” with someone like me, a girl
sixteen years younger and not someone she knew very well either. She
must have been reading my mind.
“Well, I’ve heard rumors about you,” she said slowly and softly, “You’ve
got quite the reputation you know.”
Although it didn't surprise me all that much that I would indeed have a
“reputation” in town, given my past, but it DID surprise me that someone
like Julie would have heard about it.
“Oh, I overheard Nathan talking to his friends about you back when you
first started,” she explained. She chuckled and continued, “I must say,
they were all quite jealous of him!”
“So why today?” I asked.
Julie shrugged and almost grimaced.
“I don’t really know, it just seemed like a good idea when I saw you
today. I think I started thinking about it after you wore those cutoffs
a couple of weeks ago. God, I would never had had the courage to wear
anything like that back when I was your age. Damn, half your ass was
hanging out girl!”
“So then, do you want to touch me?” I asked softly, ignoring what she had
said about my outfit but trying not to spook her.
Julie looked around suddenly, as if afraid someone might be watching. We
were surrounded by luxury homes but Julie’s had a tall security fence
that shielded the pool area from any voyeurs although there were a few
homes had second story windows that overlooked the pool.
“I really don’t care one way or the other if anyone sees me out here
naked,” she said in a low voice, “But some things are probably best done
inside.”
Suddenly those windows took on a whole new meaning. God, did people
really look about at them and watch her sunbathing nude… and she didn’t
mind? I bet she was quite popular in the neighborhood! As for me, I
didn’t care who was watching me since they wouldn’t know who I was, but I
could understand Julie’s concerns. I went to the guest room and returned
with my clothes after which I followed her nude body back into the house.
Once inside, she took my clothes from me and put them on the kitchen
table and took me by the hand.
“C’mon, follow me.”
Julie led me up the stairs and down a long hallway. The sight of her
nude tanned body ahead of me was mouthwatering! About half way down the
hall we reached a door with a massive sign with letters in dark red,
almost blood in color.
“KEEP OUT – NO PARENT ZONE”
So far as I knew, they only had the one boy so I knew this had to be
Nathan’s room. She reached down and opened the door and I followed her
in, wondering why we were here and not in her own bedroom. Once inside
she left the door open and turned to me.
“I can’t do this in my bed, sorry,” she said apologetically, “Besides, I
thought it might be hot to do it on Nathan’s bed. What do you think? Am
I being too weird?”
I could have said any one of a number of things but this didn't seem to
be the time or place to discuss her relationship with Nathan – or least
her fantasies about him. Then she reached under the mattress and to my
surprise she pulled out a pair of panties and a bra.
“Nathan thinks I don’t know about his little fetish,” she giggled,
handing them to me.
I immediately could tell what her son had been doing with his mom’s bra
as the distinctive odor of dried sperm was as overpowering as it was
unmistakable. Both bra cups were heavily stained with sperm and judging
from the size and amount, he must have been using it for a while. The
panties didn’t appear to have anything on them though, something Julie
must have seen that I noticed.
“I’ve never actually SEEN him jerking off with them but my guess is he
must be smelling my panties while he uses the bra to jerk off with,” she
said, almost with a hint of pride in her tone of voice. “Boys will be
boys.”
Actually, although I tried to look surprised, it was by no means the
first time I’d heard of this sort of fetish. A number of guys who get in
touch with me through my web site have sent me pics of them using various
bras, panties, and even dresses to capture their sperm when they came.
Quite a few guys have cammed for me and shown me their wife or daughter’s
panties, bras, even a bikini top once which they then used to rub their
dicks and cum on. This, however, was the first time I’d actually
witnessed the results first hand.
“Does he have any idea you know what’s going on?”
“Heck no, I think he’d be embarrassed out of his mind, don’t you?” she
said with a sly grin, “Oh well, I just thought you might get a kick of
that.”
With that Julie tucked her well-used undergarments back under the
mattress and turned to look at me, standing there in front of me without
moving other than to twist her head as needed to look me over from head
to toe.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, almost more to herself and I just
overheard her.
I was quite conscious of the fact that we were both standing there nude
in the middle of her son’s bedroom. What if he or someone else should
come home and discover us? Sure, the odds were heavily against it but
why risk it?
“I want to kiss you,” she said in the same soft tone, breaking into my
thoughts. Our eyes met and I felt a tingle up and down my body as I
realized she was dead serious about this.
Words are unnecessary at this point and so I stepped forward and allowed
her to put her arms around me and pull me close. Our faces were up close
to each other’s and our nude bodies touched. I could feel her large firm
breasts press against my smaller boobs and then our lips met.
Immediately I felt her mouth open and I did the same, allowing our
tongues to explore and touch. God, her body felt so incredibly warm and
soft against mine! We continued to kiss as she steered me toward
Nathan’s bed where we sat down next to each other, never letting our
mouths part the entire time. We laid back down on the bed, our legs
dangling off the edge, until I pulled myself up and on top of her,
allowing my entire weight to press down on her beautiful nude body.
“Fuck me Kelly,” she said gently but firmly, our lips separated for the
first time, “I’ve never been fucked by a girl before.”
She had her eyes closed, as if she couldn’t bear to watch what she seemed
so desperately to want. I kissed her lips, then her cheeks and moved to
her neck, licking her all over and tugging gently on her ear lobes with
my lips. As slowly as I could force myself to go, I worked down her
chest and down into her cleavage, letting my wet tongue run up and down
between her full breasts.
“Suck my nipples,” she whispered, barely loud enough for me hear. So far
she hadn’t moved a muscle, just lying there letting me do whatever I
pleased.
I moved my head over and took her right nipple in my mouth. It was
already hardened and she gasped softly as I first tugged on it a bit and
then used my mouth to suck on her like a baby on a mother’s milk-filled
breasts. After a while I moved over to the opposite breast and went to
work on that one while I tugged and twisted the other’s nipple between my
fingers.
“Oh Kelly, that’s feels soooooo good,” she moaned quietly.
I moved to the side of her on the bed and while I continued to work on
her boobs with my mouth, I let my fingers start to work their way down
lightly over her stomach. As I approached her crotch I met her short
pubic and felt it between my fingers. As short as it was, it felt
stiffer than when I touch my mother’s pussy. As my fingers went further
down, I let them just glance off her clit, just enough to let her know I
was there and then moved down inside her smooth thighs as far down as I
could reach. Up and down I went, rising up to her crotch and just gently
touching it or only a brief moment and then back down the other leg.
“Stop teasing me and touch it,” she finally begged as she started
squirming under my hand.
As I brought my hand back up, I let my fingers touch her lower in the
crotch, almost down to her asshole, and then dragged my middle finger up
towards her clit. She was already so wet my finger easily slid between
her pussy lips and I quickly located her hardening clit. I pressed my
finger down on it and rubbed it in tight circles.
“Oh my god Kelly, that feels so good,” Julie said as she started to
wiggle almost uncontrollably underneath of me, “Don’t stop!”
I ran my finger up and down between her clit and her pussy entrance,
sticking my finger inside of her just enough to get it wet and then using
it to moisten the exterior of her pussy. When it was good and wet I
concentrated on her clit, moving several fingers gently over it to rub
and stimulate her. The entire time I had her nipple in my mouth my head
turned so I could see myself touching her. It was getting harder and
harder to think about sucking her nipple as she grew more and more turned
on from what I was doing between her legs. Turning my head back towards
her face, I smiled even though her eyes remained closed and she didn't
see me. I sucked hard on her nipple and let it snap back into place as I
released it from my lips.
“So, are you ready for me to lick your pussy?” I asked, my heart pounding
as I waited for her answer.
She opened her eyes and looked down at me and smiled broadly. “God, I
was beginning to wonder if you ever were going to do that!”
Close enough to a “yes” for me.
Her legs were still dangling off the edge of her son's bed so I quickly
got off the bed and kneeled between her legs, pushing them further apart
so I could fit between them. I placed on hand on the inside of each of
her firm thighs and looked up at her. She had pulled one of his pillows
down and put it under head so she could watch what was going on between
her legs. I smiled at her, determined to give her the show she must have
been hoping for.
Licking my lips for effect, I leaned over and put my face a few inches
above her wet pussy. The heavy odor of her horny pussy filled my
nostrils and I took in a deep breath through my noise to savor her scent.
God, if I didn't know better I would say it was my mom’s pussy under me
as she smelled almost exactly like my mom.
Sticking out my tongue, I slowly moved closer until just the tip was
touching her clit, letting it slowly run a small circle around it. Julie
jumped almost the instant I touched it and then let herself settle back
down again. Dropping my head a little lower, I took her clit in my mouth
much the same way I had taken each of her nipples just a little while
before. Her hips lifted instinctively as she reacted to my mouth on her.
I gently sucked on her clit, not taking it too far into my mouth but
rather just sucking on it with my lips as gently and slowly as I could
restrain myself to do.
“Oh my god, that feels so damn good!” she moaned, reaching for my head
with her hands as my hair draped over her crotch, “Suck it harder!”
I have often made the argument that women are much better at licking
pussy than men and this was one of those times when I could prove my
theory. Granted, I LOVE my pussy to be licked but most men just don’t
have a clue how to do it right. What they really need to do is ask me
sometime when we are NOT having sex as that's when I can tell them what
they really need to do.
The absolute WRONG time for a woman to tell a man what she wants is when
he’s already licking her as then it’s all about needs and emotions rather
than what she REALLY needs. For example, when Julie begged me to suck
her clit harder, that was her lust and emotions expressing themselves.
Most men would have listened and dutifully done exactly what she said –
exactly the WRONG thing to do. Sure, Julie would have enjoyed me sucking
her clit faster and harder, but I knew she would enjoy it even MORE later
on. What would drive her crazy at this moment was NOT what she asked
for, but to keep doing what I was doing – gentle teasing and lightly
sucking it. Patience is the key to licking pussy!
So ignoring her pleas and tugs on my hair, for that matter ignoring my
own impulses as well, I took her sensitive clit gently between my lips,
just far enough that my tongue could run over the tip of it when it was
in my mouth. Instead of licking her hard and fast as she asked, I slowly
inserted a single finger into her pussy, rotating it in small circles as
I worked it inside of her until it was in as far as I could.
While I’m on a rant about properly licking a pussy, let me say a word to
guys about putting a finger in a pussy as well. Sure it feels good going
in, but that’s because it’s like a small dick and it rubs against the
inner walls of my pussy when it’s inserted. However, once inside it’s
NOT a dick so unless you’re filming a porn movie, shoving it in and
holding it there or moving it around is a waste of time.
Where I am the most sensitive is just inside my pussy hole for the first
inch or so. THAT is where you need to concentrate on and that is exactly
what I did with Julie. Once my finger was in her and all wet and warm, I
pulled it back out until just the first knuckle was left in and twisted
and turned slowly in her pussy, like a chick rotating on a grill.
Meanwhile, I took just a little more of her clit in my mouth, this time
enough for my tongue to run around it as well as over the tip. The
results, if predictable, were wonderful.
“OH MY GOD!” Julie exclaimed, “What the hell are you doing to me?”
It was more a rhetorical question so I didn't take my mouth off of her to
answer. She was writhing under me like she was in pain but I knew what
she was feeling was anything BUT pain. My own pussy was tingling as I
knew what she must be feeling about them and I would have loved to have
had someone doing it to me as well.
Julie grabbed my head and pulled it hard into her crotch. I stopped
teasing her and put as much of her clit and pussy in my mouth as I could,
sucking on it hard and using my tongue to drive her crazy with desire.
It was actually getting difficult to keep my mouth positioned on her clit
as her hips were bouncing up and down so hard it threatened to throw me
right off of her and down to the floor.
“Oh fuck, don't stop... don’t fucking stop!” she moaned, louder than ever
now. It wasn't long before she announced what I’d been waiting for.
“I’m gonna cum... oh shit I’m almost there,” she groaned, letting out a
loud, long moan.
Suddenly it was like she froze stiff, her entire body went rigid and her
legs wrapped around me like she was trying to hold onto me for dear life.
A soft cry, almost a whimper, escaped from her lips and it just kept on
going and going, getting louder and more guttural as her orgasm overtook
her. I kept my lips locked onto her and pushed my finger deep inside of
her again, holding everything still as her back arched and then dropped
to the bed hard and then arched up again. I could feel her pussy
clamping down on my finger, as if it was a little dick inside of her.
Her moan stopped just long enough for her to suck in a huge gulp of air
and then started up again right where it left off.
I felt her body start to relax so I started back to work on her clit
again, this time driving a second finger into her pussy alongside the
first. My efforts were rewarded with a renewal of her orgasm as she
cried out this time, not so much words as just a soft scream like she was
being tortured, except I knew what she was experiencing was anything BUT
torture.
Each time she started to relax, I would go back to work on her pussy, not
overdoing but just enough to drive her back to the top again and then I
would wait for her orgasm to start to sag and drive it back up again. I
must have done it five or six times until finally her body just went limp
and she didn’t make a sound except for her gasping for air. The sudden
change was so extreme I lifted my head to look up at her to make sure she
was all right. She opened her eyes and met with mine and wide grin
appeared on her face as she pushed my hair out of my face so she could
see me better.
“Oh... my... God!” she gasped between breaths, “What the hell did you do
to me?”
I smiled at he and thought to myself, “welcome to the world of girl-girl
sex!”.
No dildo or finger in the world can replace a man’s dick in me, so let me
just get that out off the discussion table from the start. Given a
choice between the last man on earth or the last woman, the guy wins
every time hands down. I LOVE to be fucked more than anything else, at
least sexually, so don’t confuse anything else I might say as meaning
anything different from that. When it comes to oral sex though, I’ll
take a girl every time, even if she has never done it before.
A woman simply knows instinctively what another woman wants. Face it, by
the time a girl is faced with licking another girl’s pussy, she has
undoubtedly masturbated untold number of times so she KNOWS what makes
her feel good down there. No guy can ever truly understand how it feels
to have your pussy licked and touched, no matter how often he does it or
how many times a girl tries to explain to him what to do. It’s like the
difference between riding a bike and just reading about it. You can read
about it all day but unless you’re in the saddle, you’ll never really
know how to ride one.
I moved back up on the bed alongside of Julie and we kissed. I was
conscious of the fact that my face was covered with her pussy juices and
wondered if she had ever kissed her husband after he licked her pussy.
From her initial hesitation, something told me that she hadn’t, which
based on discussions I’ve had with a lot of women, didn’t exactly
surprise me. I’m amazed at how many woman think tasting their own pussy
is somehow dirty or perverted! I remember doing it back when I just a
little girl, curious about myself as I would explore my body at night in
bed. I guess it’s like swallowing cum, you either like the flavor and
odor or you don’t. Me, I LOVE it, especially my own.
Whatever her past experiences, once our lips touched she went at it
without any further hesitation. We both got up completely on the bed and
laid in each other’s arms, our legs intertwined such that out pussies
rubbed up against each other’s leg. It was almost like she was still
under the influence of her orgasm, acting more out of instinct than
reasoned thought.
Meanwhile, my own pussy was literally screaming for attention. Feeling
her smooth leg pressed up against me, I started humping her leg like I
was trying to fuck it. It was my turn now, time for her to taste her
first pussy.
Just as I was gathering the courage to tell her what I wanted, I heard a
sound like a chime coming from downstairs. Julie stiffened and her head
lifted up as if to try and make sure she had heard what she thought she
had.
“OH SHIT!” she exclaimed, “What’s he doing back home already?”
As for me, I had no idea whatsoever what she was talking about. Julie
quickly got out of bed and motioned for me to follow.
“That’s the garage door opening,” she breathlessly explained as she took
my hand and literally pulled me from Nathan’s bedroom, “My husband set up
an alarm as part of the security system so we would know if anyone tried
to enter through the garage. It has to be Nathan. God, what’s he doing
home?”
She led me to her bedroom where the thought seemed to hit both of us at
the same time. My clothes were downstairs on the counter!
“Stay here, I’ll be right back!” she said hurriedly as she grabbed a robe
from the bed and hustled out of the room.
I was still nude and didn't see another robe but I wanted to know what
was going on so I slipped out of the room and followed her out. By that
time she was already heading down the stairs and didn't see me coming
down the hallway. I stopped at the head of the stairs, not daring to go
further in my condition. Not that having Nathan see me nude would have
necessarily been so bad, but this just wasn't exactly the right time or
place for it.
I heard the kitchen door to the garage open and Nathan must have walked
in as I heard him say hello to his mom. It was hard to hear everything
he said but it was something to do with an orientation on his first day
so he didn't have to work the entire shift. The rest of their
conversation was too low to understand so I returned to the bedroom as
quietly as I could. Julie was back a few minutes later, carrying my
clothes and shoes. She explained to me why he was home and I didn't let
on that I had overheard them already.
“So what did you say about my clothes?” I asked, curious what tall tale
she had fabricated. Certainly she hadn’t told him the truth!
“I just told him we decided to go swimming and that you were upstairs
getting dressed and forgot your clothes.”
Well, I guess she HAD told him the truth, although not all of it.
Fortunately for her, the flushness of her face and the heavy scent of sex
probably hadn’t registered with her son. After all, she was his mom so
why would he even suspect such a thing might happen between her and me?
Sure he might use her bra as a cum catcher but I had no doubt that was
just a teenage boy “thing” and had nothing whatsoever to do with any real
desire to have sex with his mom. She was simply the closest female for
him to fantasize about.
I quickly dressed and we kissed again briefly before I left the room. As
I walked out of the bedroom I met Nathan coming down the hall from the
stairway. He meekly said hello to me, a little shy still which was
understandable. He disappeared into his bedroom and I wondered if he had
any idea what his mom and I had been doing in there literally just
minutes ago? His bed had been a wreck before we did anything so it’s not
like he would have noticed something was different.
I let myself out of the house, just as I had planned to back when
Nathan’s lesson had concluded. As I sat in my car, I slipped my hand
between my legs and cupped my horny pussy. God, I needed something so
bad! It just wasn't fair that I hadn’t had a chance to get it licked.
For a moment, I actually felt resentment toward Nathan for having
interrupted us just as Julie was about to lick my hungry pussy.
Just as I was about to put the car in gear, I took a deep breath and knew
there was absolutely no way I was going to make it home in this
condition. Looking around to make sure nobody was walking by on the
sidewalk, I quickly slipped off my shorts and sat bare-ass in my car. It
wouldn't be the first time I’d driven one-handed! It wasn't a long drive
home so I was able to keep kept one hand on my pussy the entire way.
Pulling into our driveway, I drove down to the garage and turned off the
engine. Laying the seat back, I spread my legs further apart and
masturbated furiously. God it felt so good!
When I finally came, it was like all the emotions and tensions that had
been building up in me while with Julie suddenly released themselves all
at once. My seat was soaked under my ass as I came and came hard. All
the while all I could think about was how much better it would have been
if Julie’s mouth had been on me instead of my fingers.
It would be another week before I saw Nathan again for his next lesson.
I wondered if his mom would make a point of being there, or make a point
of NOT being there. I knew which option I was rooting for. Now I just
had to wait to find out.
THE END