More Stories to Make You Blush (12 page)

“What did you do this time?”

“I gave him the most beautiful gift in the world, and it'll last him a lifetime. I looked at him tenderly and murmured: ‘I'm going to give you a little lesson on female pleasure. So pay attention.'”

Liza looked at me with deep respect. Once again I had impressed her, and surprised her with my ingenuity and savoir faire.

“I ran my hands down my silky body, teasing each nipple to make it hard. I asked him very quietly, almost whispering, to caress them with his tongue, suck on them softly, very softly. Then I spread my thighs and freed my sex so I could caress myself. I interrupted Sean for a moment and asked him to watch carefully what my fingers were doing. He did what he was told, fascinated. He was a good student. His eyes were riveted to my hand, studying every touch, every movement. When my finger finally disappeared inside he wanted to join in. I let him, asking him to be gentle for the moment. His hand did a wonderful imitation of what my fingers had taught him. He softly rubbed the sensitive flesh with a look of intense concentration on his face. Sensing he was ready for the next lesson, I showed him the little mound of flesh in the center of my sex. ‘With the right touches here, you can make me cry out with pleasure!' I guided him there with all the necessary patience. ‘Yes, there … softly … let your saliva run down, it's even better like that … that's it. Now go around it, softly; suck me a little, lick me all around. That's so good! Now put your finger inside. Gently! Go in and out slowly … faster … oh, yes! Touch me now. Go back to what you were doing before, but faster … not harder, just faster. Yes, like that … It feels so good!'

“Sean was great. He worked over me like a pro. I took full advantage of his caresses for as long as I could, attempting the impossible, trying to put off coming. But he applied himself so well that I couldn't hold back. My orgasm was unusually powerful. It seemed to go on forever. Sean watched me with a worried look on his face. I took a moment to catch my breath, then drew him towards me again, telling him how much I had liked what he'd done.

“I realized he had already recovered. His stiff cock was pressed against my sex, which was still pulsing with spasms.”

“Another wonderful example of what a young body can offer!”

“One among many! To reward him I got him to lie on his back, kissed his soft face and adorable body. I didn't linger over his cock this time; I wanted to give him what he'd been waiting for.

“I crouched down over him and had him penetrate me. He cried out a little and tried to move inside me. I held him back, satisfied just to lift myself a little so that nothing but the very tip of his cock was inside me. He seemed to understand what I wanted and let me lead the way. I slowly slid down on him, half an inch at a time, contracting the muscles of my vagina in a loving squeeze. I went a bit faster, giving him a foretaste of what he was waiting for, and he cried out again with a surprised look on his face. I massaged him this way for a few moments then got up. I asked him to kneel down in front of me. He did not resist. I turned my back to him and got down on my hands and knees, presenting my open pussy so he could enter me himself this time. Unable to wait a moment longer he plunged into me hard, grabbing my hips, abandoning all reserve, thrusting with violence, pulling out at the very last moment to shower my buttocks with his sperm. He fell back on the pillows, eyes wide, as if he were in a state of shock. A smile slowly spread across his young face with its peachfuzz.

“Huddling against him, I asked if it had been the way he'd imagined. Amazed, he pulled me close and exclaimed, ‘A hundred times better!' His breathing slowed until finally he fell asleep.”

* * *

Liza was green with envy. She tried to collect her thoughts and remember why she had come to see me. But first, she wanted to hear what happened next.

“That first time was a revelation for my young friend, but he couldn't believe what had happened. He seemed to think I'd push him away, if he tried to get close to me again, and put an end to his education. He kept his distance for a few days. I started thinking that for him our adventure had just been an excuse to get on with his own experiences. Maybe. But there was something that made me want to see him again, if only to confirm my skills as an instructor.

“I met him on the street by accident, four days after our encounter. Seeing me, he blushed furiously, not quite knowing what attitude to take. I gave him my most ravishing smile and kissed him on the cheek, then asked him why he never came to see me. He told me he didn't want to impose. ‘You must have other boyfriends. I must've just been a one-time thing. Maybe you felt sorry for me or something?' I explained to him, once and for all, that I had done it for just one reason—because I had wanted to! I insisted that our last meeting had been as good for me as it had been for him, and suggested he come back. I invited him to stop by a bit later that day, and he joyfully agreed.

“He showed up at my door in the early evening. I made hamburgers and we talked. The night was hot, and as it grew dark I suggested we take a dip. I took off my clothes in front of him and jumped into the pool. Sean came and joined me. I pressed myself against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He was very hard. I let myself float on my back, my sex pressed against his. Then I swam to the water jet and opened my thighs. Sean came to me and added to the massage with his well-trained hand; he hadn't forgotten any of what I had taught him!

“He went around in front of me and penetrated me hard. We floated together gently, anchored to each other. I just had to hold onto the edge of the pool and let myself float on top of him, our bodies weightless. After a few moments Sean pulled away and dragged me out of the pool. Lying on his side in the cool grass, he brought me towards him and entered me again. His movements were already more sure, more firm. He made love to me himself, like a big boy, with no interference from me. It was delicious! He was behind me, plunging into me, while his hand strayed over my wet vulva, looking for that most sensitive point. I helped him and came with a sigh, which he took as a signal to come too. He stayed by my side a few moments, then we parted with a kiss, promising to get together again soon.

“Sean had discovered an insatiable appetite. He came to my house at all hours of the day and night. I really liked him, so I always let him in. What's more, he seemed so eager to learn, though admittedly, I didn't give him much choice. Each time had to be different from the time before. And these lessons became more productive with practice. Sean's stamina improved over the days. He managed to control his orgasm more and more in order to satisfy me. I showed him new ways of making a woman come, giving him entire courses on anatomy, and showing him the many possibilities of the common vibrator or any other object at hand. Once he even surprised me by jumping ahead of the night's lesson and taking an initiative that I happily welcomed. He had been at my place awhile, and we had shared a bottle of excellent wine that made us gently euphoric. We were naked, and Sean started to slowly massage my body. He started with my temples, making little circles around my hairline, then worked on my shoulders that were tense from working in the garden. Next he massaged my breasts with great appetite, licking and sucking with such application that I felt as if he'd known their secrets forever. Spreading my thighs, he first made me come with his hand, then with the neck of the wine bottle that he inserted several times, watching for my reaction, observing in fascination as my sex welcomed it with pleasure. Later that night I introduced him to the joys of a fur glove. I jerked him off very slowly, giving his member time to waken to the rhythm of my caresses and to marvel at the sensation of the fur on his delicate skin. It was beautiful to see his member grow erect so slowly! It grew bigger and bigger with each beat of his heart, and I took full advantage of every second.

“Sean also proved to be a master in the art of tying my feet and wrists to my bed, and possessed me as if he'd been doing it all his life. After several first attempts during which I showed the patience of an angel, he became an expert, knowing the exact amount of force I wanted him to restrain me with, and with how much ardor I wanted him to possess me. He penetrated me from the front and then from behind, thrusting furiously, and for longer and longer until I begged him to stop. As for me, to reward his many efforts, I showed him my whole repertoire. Slow dancing on the top of furniture the way I used to do for my former neighbors; then, an elaborate display in which I masturbated before a mirror, showing my young lover the many possibilities of a candle. I unveiled the secrets of nearpainful—but so pleasant!—masturbation, and pseudoforced sex. He found it all sublime. The first time I allowed him to take me by force I had to explain four times that it was what I really wanted. I made him hit me, slap me, and penetrate me with so much force that I had trouble walking for several days after.

“Our affair went on for about three weeks—three weeks of intense lovemaking, sometimes tender, sometimes violent. As I got to know him a little better I prepared for the moment when I'd have to tell him it couldn't last forever. Eventually, he would find a girl his own age that he'd like a lot. He would have to be patient with her, and I taught him that, too. I explained that he always had to respect his partner and never do anything to hurt or humiliate her, unless she asked him very clearly to do so, as I had done.

“He listened religiously to all I had to say. I was happy to see he was not at all in love with me. At first I'd been worried he would be. But he reassured me, saying he expected nothing more than what I was giving him, knowing it would end one day.

“At the beginning of the fourth week he started making the first move and voicing his own suggestions.”

“You taught him well. Probably almost as well as I could have.” Liza winked.

“That's actually why I called you here. Sean thought his instruction would improve with a second teacher.”

Liza's eyes gleamed. Her hands flew to her blouse. “Well, if it's for a good cause …”

 

 

 

It was not until he got home that Matthew found the panties. He had gone to the corner laundromat to do his wash, as he did every Saturday morning. The place was deserted at that early morning hour, and he had taken advantage of the time to read a magazine he had just bought.

In short it was a peaceful Saturday morning with the churning sound of the washing machine and the comforting roll of the dryer. However, when he got home and emptied the basket of clothes, which he had not taken time to fold, he saw them: tiny panties of pink satin, trimmed with delicate lace. They seemed to be a small size. Unfortunately, he was no expert at guessing the sizes of women's lingerie, but he could imagine the little buttocks that would fit inside the garment. And it was definitely not the sort of thing a mother would buy for her daughter.

He knew he should go back to the laundromat and leave the panties in some visible place so the owner could come back to get them. But they were such pretty panties, which were more likely to be carried off by some lonely guy. After thinking about it awhile he decided to keep them; after all, he was lonely himself ! Running his fingers over the soft material, he could not help but imagine all sorts of theories. Suddenly, he had the image of a very pretty girl with long black hair tumbling down a slim, straight back. She was slipping the tiny panties up her long silky legs. This vision brought a flash of heat to his crotch. Matthew decided that it was time to put an end to the “dry period” that had afflicted his personal life for too long, of which the panties were a cheeky, stinging reminder.

Laying the panties on a chair, he changed his mind again. He decided it would be better to take them back to the laundromat some morning the following week. In the meantime he could leave them lying around wherever he wanted! That is, until some prying female presence got the brilliant idea of barging into his apartment!

However, the week went by and Matthew had still not taken the panties back to the laundromat. He quickly realized how much he liked seeing them lying there on his favorite chair. That way when he came into the house, he had the illusion that someone was waiting for him. Someone, maybe, had just taken them off, waiting for him to return. What a pleasant fantasy!

The following Saturday he totally forgot about taking the panties back, he was so used to seeing them. They had become a familiar ornament in his otherwise spartan apartment, representing a hope that he never dared admit to himself. It was not until he was putting his clothes in the washing machine that he remembered. “Too late now. If I see a woman who looks like she's searching for something, I'll know what to do.”

He took his time that morning. It was not very likely that the lady in question would show up, but he lingered for awhile, just in case. He had nothing planned for the moment. The people he knew found him a little strange for doing his laundry so early on Saturday morning, when most people were sleeping in! Matthew had always been an early riser. In fact, he had an unusually disciplined routine; at least his colleagues thought so. He had no taste for bars with pounding music where everyone paraded around in front of each other, hoping not to spend the night alone. Not that his nights were so full—far from it! He was in his fourteenth month of abstinence. No need to add that he wasn't about to shout this out from the rooftops.

His last affair had been a disaster. He'd had the unfortunate idea of getting a bit too interested in one of his clients and it had backfired. She had waited two months before telling him she was married. “I'm still very much in love with my husband!” she had added. Ah … maybe he was too idealistic, but to him she had not acted much like a woman in love with her husband. Anyway, that was all over. As for the others, he was too shy. And that was his biggest problem. His old friend Jane had even given him “courses” in how to approach women, much to her amusement.