Schooled in Sex ( part1 )

It was an insolent plan even for me, and I was n't certain that he would go for it. It would signify quite a commitment on his part, and he ` d only just left off fucking Mary-Ann.

Let me explain. I ` m Caro ( brusk for Caroline ) and a 19, almost twenty-year-old virgin. I did n't plan it that way, but my libido didn ` t get going until last year, and I ` ve been getting really horny lately. So much so that I now carry a spare pair of pantie in my bag in case of spontaneous discharge ( Yes, it happens ).

I told all to my best Quaker Mary-Ann, who by her own entrance money, had been a loose woman since she was sixteen. Mary-Ann had done everything : threesomes, drunken revelry, anal, bisexual person, blowjobs, slavery and hooey I ` d never even heard of, and here I am, a tight-holed virgin.

I told her that I wanted to watch her and boyfriend Mike, get it on. I knew that they were both show-off, so I didn ` t see a job, and there was n't one. I sat on the bed next to them as nervous as blaze as Mary-Ann pulled his pants off, and for the first time in my life, I saw a crocked, erect prick. I had seen Mike ` s cock before on the internet as he 'd featured in a few erotic movie when he was youthful, ( microphone is a lot sr. than Mary-Ann ) but never in the figure like this. It was a buckram curving cudgel, jutting out from his groin like a spear. He put my hired hand upon it, my finger's breadth curling around it instinctively. He stepped quickly forward, causing my hand to slue down his pole and bring his cockhead to within in of my oral fissure. I backed away, and he laughed, giving it to Mary-Ann instead. She sucked and slurped upon it, putting on a show for me, and then he took her doggy-style, driving viciously into her from can. The heavy, liquid slapping sound tug me mad. He wasn ` t just fucking her, he was dominating her, making her his bitch. I wanted to be that bitch.

His orgasm wasn ` t long in sexual climax and he pulled me closer for the cum gibe. As he withdrew from Mary-Ann ` s sopping pickle, a Brobdingnagian blowup of sperm cell erupted from the tip of his cock spattering my blouse and dumping a fat wad on the crotch of my jeans. ‘ That ` s where spunk is meant to be'he laughed as he rubbed it in, feeling me up in the process. Such was my introduction to the Earth of sex.

That was then, and this is now. Nervously, I approached Mike ` s room access. Mike and Mary-Ann did n't see each other anymore, so he was fair game, but this was still a big ask.

I rang the buzzer, and a bemused looking Mike stared back at me.

‘ Caro ? What are you doing here ?'

‘ Hi mike,'I stammered, ‘ I need to ask you something really important.'

I was ushered into Mike ` s dirty, flyblown flat ; a existent bachelor's pad. I took a cryptical breath to stabilise my nervus. ‘ Okay, straight to the point in time. I want you to teach me about sex. Everything. The whole thing. I will share your bed for seven days, and you can birth me anytime you want, but never the same way twice. All of my holes are yours to do with as you wish. At the end of the seven twenty-four hours, I want to know Sir Thomas More about sex than the dirtiest whore, interpret ?'

Mike nodded dumbly, trying to cipher what I had just asked him. ‘ Are you for certain ? I mean I don ` t piece of work anymore, so a week is not a job, but prove to me this is not a jocularity and show me you ` re serious. I want to see your tits.'

I was waiting for that. I was n't wearing a bra, and my heavy tits were restrained only by my blouse. I slipped off my jacket and began unbuttoning. My breasts burst free much to Mike ` s delectation, and he hefted them, testing their free weight and substance, rubbing his thumbs across my turgid mammilla and then sucking them into his mouth making me groan in pleasure. They had always been so sensitive.

‘ Now, the rest.'He commanded, watching hungrily as I began to undress. I hesitated at my pantie, before pushing them to my ankle joint and stepping out of them.

He whistled in grasp. ‘ A beautiful bald pussycat with a fat high-slung dent. Just the way I like them. You sure you ` re a virgin ?'

I nodded.

‘ Total ? Never even been fingered ?'

‘ No.'I replied truthfully.

His paw roamed over my naked body, testing my ass-cheeks and pulling and grabbing at my heaving bosom, before moving lower, tantalisingly close to my snatch without actually touching it

‘ Beautiful.'He gasped.

He undressed quickly, his colossal erection bobbing before me, its single, fluid-filled eye, stared at me dispassionately, uncaring that I was an innocuous virgin. I was just a muddle, somewhere warm and wet to posit its load. I was probably little to a greater extent than that to its owner too. I did n't worry, I wanted it all the same.

‘ Now kiss my cock.'Was the command. I knelt to obey. I wrapped my bridge player around the base of his cock, my wrist touching his huge balls, and brought my purse rim to the stiff shaft where I planted the most delicate of kisses.

‘ Higher.'

I kissed higher, moving my brim to just below the atrocious cockhead. Any higher and my sassing would partake the thick viscous liquid running freely from the slit. I hesitated.

‘ Tongue my nob.'

Taking a deep breath, I obeyed, licking away the liquid and wetting the entire cockhead with my spit, leaving no part untouched. The liquid tasted of nothing, and that encouraged me to bear down on the nob with more muscularity, lapping at the grossly swollen meatus until microphone pulled away.

‘ Now rub me. make up me cum.'

I began a slow stroking gesture, aided by mike, which quickly became faster and more vigorous until a gushing fountain of cum splashed into my face and hair. Another thick wad spattered my throat and tits, and still, another hit my belly and thighs.

Mike pulled away, staring at his handiwork with expiation. I watched as a river of mettle made its way from my belly-button heading Confederate States of America, winding its way to my puss. I went to wipe it away, but my manus was stayed by Mike.

‘ Leave it.'

We both watched as it reached my deep puss, and I was commanded to pull my lips apart so it could sink in and be absorbed. I did so, and it did. I released my swimming labia, watching them cinch shut, capturing their pearly prize.

‘ Now get dressed,'he said. ‘ you can wipe my kindling from your face but leave it in your hair and on your torso ; I want it to soak into your skin.

wellspring, felicitation, Caro ; you ` ve just had day one. Day two Menachem Begin at 9am tomorrow don ` t be late.'

The End