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Continuing
Education
By
katie rose
I hate continuing education, but it does provide a chance for my wife
and I to get away for a little fling. I dropped Joanna off at the mall
with instructions to find something fun to wear for dinner tonight, and
more importantly dessert. She smiled and said she would see what she
could come up with as she reached over and gave me a warm, wet kiss,
teasing me with her tongue. Her hand caressed me playfully through my
Dockers.
I gently pushed her away. "If you don't stop now I'm going to park this
car right here in the mall lot and fuck you silly. Unfortunately that
would make me rather late for class. Go. Have fun, and don't get into
any trouble."
She smiled devilishly. "You just took all the fun out of it! No, really.
I'll take a taxi back to the hotel when I'm done. Be good in class. Do
you think there's a Fredrick's in the mall?"
"You are such a tease, and I love you for it," I said. A quick peck on
the lips and she was out and walking away from me. I sat for a minute
and watched the delightful sway of my wife's hips as she sauntered
through the doors. She always turns me on.
As I drove back to the hotel where my classes were being held I decided
this day could not end over fast enough, and that I might as well get
there and get it over with.
I walked down the corridors and found the correct room, did my check in,
and then stood at the back of the small auditorium and thought again how
I hate continuing ed. Overheads and podiums take me back 15 years to my
college days. The cushioned flip down seats with the little wrap around
table forced my legs under my body and into the cramped seats. I am
reminded that I am no longer a 20 year old. This was ridiculous. One
hundred twenty people crammed into a room meant for 80.
Lost in my own disgusted thoughts, I almost didn't hear the feminine
voice ask, "Is this seat taken?"
I had piled my notebooks and coat on the chair next to me in the hope
that I could reserve more space for myself. I was a bit disturbed, but
said, "No, go ahead." I removed my stuff and stood while she slid past
me and took the seat against the wall. I placed my coat on my lap and
put the books at my feet. I glanced at the woman as she settled into the
seat, and waited for the class to start. She wasn't an extraordinary
beauty, but far from ugly. I observed her covertly out of the corner of
my eye. This woman was different, but I couldn't figure out just why
yet. The sides of her long brown hair were swept to the top of her head
in a relaxed twist and clipped at the top, the remaining length fell to
just below her shoulders. Matter of fact, all of her looked comfortable,
yet confident. Hiking boots, broken in jeans, and a cream colored knit
sweater that reminded me of fishermen in Maine, or that old Irish Spring
commercial. The funny thing was she smelled like that commercial. Well
maybe not Irish Spring exactly, but more like a spring rain. I sat a
little straighter in my seat, trying to inhale her scent, and yet not
seem too obvious.
The instructor started the class and we both diligently paid attention
for the first half an hour. There is only so much attention you can
devote to changes in advisory opinions. I know I need the class time,
but I'd prefer to take a class where I'm learning something new, rather
than rehashing things I already know.
I noticed she pulled out a notebook and started to write. What is it
about having someone write something within your eyesight that makes you
want to see. She was writing a letter:
"Greg, I'm writing this as I sit in class and I'll scan it into the
computer when I get back home."
Damn, there's a man in her life. Like I should care. I have my own wife.
"I wanted to let you know what Steve's opinion of 'Silk' was."
Who is Steve? Now she has two guys?
"While I sat at the computer and answered feedback on the latest story I
wrote. Steve was on the sofa reading the copy I had printed out."
Oh, she's a writer.
"When he set the story aside, I finished up and shut down the computer.
It was getting late by then, so we decided to go to bed. He had not said
anything about the story. He was in bed before me and the lights were
all off. As I normally don't wear anything to bed, I just stepped out of
my clothes and climbed into bed."
Who is she writing this to? She isn't really going to write what
happened next?
"I think I've told you before that he always comes to bed wearing his
underwear and a t-shirt even when it's understood that we will be having
sex, so my first clue was that he was totally naked! I smiled to myself
because then I knew he had been slightly effected."
I had to look away, because I was smiling myself. What kind of story had
she written I wondered?
"I snuggled up next to him and he immediately started playing with my
pussy. It was like he couldn't wait to get his fingers on me."
My heart skipped a beat! That can't be what I read. I couldn't believe
this normal looking woman was writing those words. I felt like I was
spying. Prying into her sex life, but I couldn't stop reading. I
continued to covertly read as she wrote. I glanced at her face to make
sure she didn't realize I was exercising my voyeuristic tendencies.
She continued, "So I asked him if he had finished the story. His reply
was 'Yes. Very good story dear.' at which point he rolled on top of me
and entered me in one quick, hard stroke!"
Oh, my God! I couldn't read anymore just yet. I closed my eyes and took
in a deep, slow breath. I could feel my heart pounding. She was really
going to keep writing this. I couldn't help but to squirm in my seat and
adjust my jacket in my lap as I tried to hide my growing discomfort.
While I knew that I shouldn't, I had to look and see how she continued
her letter.
"God, that was a wonderful feeling! It took my breath away. I got so
turned on, so fast, that I almost came within just a few strokes. It was
like I couldn't get him deep enough into me, and I was pulling him into
me by grabbing and pulling him by his ass cheeks. It was so hot!"
Holy shit! I can't believe she's writing this.
"I'm getting all turned on now as I write this, especially since I know
that you're going to read this in my own handwriting. For some reason
that makes the whole event more erotic somehow."
Who was she sending this to?
"I wanted him to thrust into me as far as he could, so I reached down
and hooked my arms under my legs, and wrapped my legs around him by his
shoulder blades. My pussy muscles were flexing and tightening and our
moans were getting louder. He started fucking me so hard that he was
literally banging my cervix. It hurt like hell, but it still felt
great!"
I could feel my own breathing had changed and I struggled to control it.
I was getting hard enough that I knew if the instructor were to call for
a break, I wouldn't be getting out of my seat.
"He told me 'I want to come baby, but I want you to come with me.' Then
he reached down and stroked my clit only a couple of times and I
couldn't hold back. I told him it felt so good with him fucking me. As I
was about to come I could no longer keep quiet, and as he pumped into me
and kissed and licked and nuzzled my neck, I told him 'Yes, that's it.
I'm going to come all over your dick. I love the feeling of you slamming
into me. Keep going. Yes, that's right. Fuck me until you can feel my
pussy gripping and coming on you. God, I'm gonna come now. Can you feel
it?' and with that we both came!"
I was sweating and having a very hard time keeping myself in control,
but I didn't want to make it too obvious that I had been reading as she
wrote.
"The sound he made when he came I have not heard in a long time. That
animalistic growl of release, and when he had finished he was shaking.
God, I'm shaking now as I write this."
And she was. Her hands were shaking and I could see her chest rising and
falling as she wrote. She had been opening and closing her legs as she
too had been slightly squirming in her seat.
"Okay. Lets take a 20 minute break." the instructor announced.
Neither one of us moved. The rest of the class was standing or
streatching and then filing out of the classroom slowly. She closed her
notebook. I felt like an animal caught in the headlights of an on-coming
truck. She placed her notebook into her bag and took a deep breath. She
started to stand, but that's when she realized that I hadn't moved.
"Don't you want to take a break?' She asked me.
My eyes danced to her's and I quickly looked away. "Uh, no." I
stammered.
But as she stood, it became obvious that I had to stand to let her pass.
My hard-on was not going away. But stand I did as she turned to face
away from me and started to slide past. My now very hard cock was gently
brushing against her bottom. I hoped she didn't notice, but she stopped
directly in front of me. I'm not sure if I moved forward or if she
slightly pushed back against me. I inhaled deeply drinking in her smell
and held my breath. My face was close to her ear. I felt the shiver run
through her body.
"Excuse me." She whispered and finished moving into the aisle.
Man, I felt like an ass. I didn't mean to do it. I never should have
been reading it in the first place. It was none of my business. I wanted
to find her and apologize. But I needed some fresh air and to get my
body under control. I found the nearest exit and stepped outside. Clean,
cold air brought me out of my dazed and aroused state. Should I say
anything to her at all or just ignore what had happened?
There were several groups of people standing in small smoking cliques as
they visited and joked. I wasn't in the mood to join in. I moved away
from the entry and stood there on the edge of the parking lot pretending
to be studying, but not actually seeing the sea of vehicles. What I was
seeing were the erotic pictures she had painted of her and that guy
Steve. The break time ticked away.
The door rattled loudly, and as I glanced up the door opened. She
stepped outside and came to join me.
"Hi," she tentatively said.
"Hi," I smiled back, trying to make her feel more at ease.
She put her hands into her front pockets and looked at the ground "You
were reading that?"
"Hey, look. I'm really sorry. I didn't really mean to, but it was hard
not to, plus it was a hell of a lot more interesting than what was being
taught in class." I tried to tease.
She blushed deeply.
I stepped closer to her and gently reached out and held her arms until
she looked at me. In a hushed voice I said, "I really am sorry. It
wasn't any of my business."
"It's all right. I shouldn't have been writing it in there anyway, but
sometimes I end up having certain situations happen or run through my
head and I just have to get it down on paper."
I dropped my hands, but didn't retreat. "Again, it's none of my
business, but you were writing a letter to one person about being with
someone else?" I asked.
"Well, yes. I guess I could explain a little. I have a hobby of writing
erotic stories, and I post them on a web site. The man I was writing to
is a penpal who I've been writing to for a few years, and we've become
very close friends. The one I was writing about is my boyfriend.
"I hope you don't take this wrong, but if you write stories as hot as
that letter you were writing, there are probably more people enjoying
your hobby than you realize."
She blushed again, "Thank you."
I didn't know what to say next. Nervously I looked at my watch and
noticed everyone else had gone back inside. "We better head back in." I
pulled open the door and she walked through. I hesitated a minute, and
then decided what the hell, "Hey, do you want to have lunch together?
You can tell me all about this hobby of yours."
She studied me, I suppose trying to figure out if I was serious. "All
right," she smiled.
"Good. By the way, my name is Lee." I said as I stuck out my hand in
greeting.
She studied my hand for a moment and then smiled again and placed her
warm hand in mine. "My name is Katherine."
We grasped hands, shook and I let her hand go. The tingles I felt
rushing up my arms and to my loins I shouldn't have been feeling, and
was thankful when her hand was free.
I searched for a safe subject of conversation. "So what are you going to
do to stay awake when we get back into class?" I asked.
"Would you mind if I kept writing? I have a story that I need to
rewrite."
"No," I smiled, "go for it. And I'll try to keep my spying down to a
minimum."
The remainder of the morning was filled with the instructor droning on
and on. Two of the guys sitting in front of us were actually sleeping.
She wrote, flipping back and forth between her notebook and the printed
copy of what she was reading and revising. She was fascinating to watch.
She'd write and stop to consider something, then write some more. As I
watched it was like a play taking place within her body. When she wrote
funny things she smiled. When she was serious she frowned. But mostly I
could tell when she was writing the sexy parts, by her body movements.
Her restless movements would ebb into me and I found myself again
thankful for my jacket draped over my lap.
Finally after hours of excruciatingly dull teaching, we broke for lunch.
While almost everyone that was staying for the afternoon session went to
the hotel restaurant, I wanted to have a more private conversation with
her, so we walked across the parking lot to Applebee's.
We both decided on Caesar chicken salads and I was about to order a soft
drink, when she surprised me by ordering a beer. This woman was
definately a surprise. I decided to join her in her choice of
refreshment.
She noticed my smile and asked what that was for.
"I guess because you are a mystery to me. No offense, but you are
definately not the stereotypical woman I normally see at these classes.
Most are conceited, self absorbed woman, dressed to the nines, dropping
names and trying to impress. You appear to be very much unlike most
women I know."
"You mean I'm not like your wife?" she smiled.
At first I was confused, then I saw her glance at my wedding ring. "Ah,
the ring. Well, yes, my wife included. She's off shopping right now." I
answered.
"Do you think that she would appreciate you having lunch with another
woman?" she asked.
As the waiter returned with our beers, I considered that question before
I answered. "My wife knows I love her. I tell her all the time. She's
also an amazing woman. We've been together for over 10 years now. We do
enjoy a little get away every once in a while. And since you and I are
only having a conversation along with the lunch I would have eaten
anyway, I don't think she'd have a problem with it." I didn't want to go
into it yet, but her bringing up my wife was giving me an idea. Somehow
I would have to get around to it. But in order to ask the questions I
wanted to ask, I knew I'd have to earn Katherine's trust.
"So, not to change the subject, but tell me about this writing you do. I
am curious."
"What do you want to know?"
"With the amount of questions I have in my brain I feel like we're
playing a game of 20 questions, except that I think I even have more
than that." I chuckled. "Let's start with how long have you been doing
it?"
"A couple of years. It started with writing sexy messages back and forth
between some friends and myself. Somehow the messages started to get
longer and started to develop into stories. I guess I've always had an
interest in erotic writing. At least since I was a teenager. My best
friend and I would sneak my father's Penthouse magazines out of the
house and then we'd read the letters to each other."
I smiled, shaking my head. "So now do you still do it for fun, or do you
get paid for it?"
She swallowed a bite of the salad and followed it with a slow drink of
her beer. The foam clinging to her upper lip until her tongue quickly
licked it away.
"I've been approached to write a book which follows a woman through her
sexual discoveries. Things that she tries, things she would like to try.
Sort of writing about a woman working through her fantasies. From her
first kiss through to more exotic or kinkier endeavors."
"And is this autobiographical?"
She blushed and pushed her salad around with her fork.
"You know you don't have to answer anything that you don't want to. For
some reason I'm asking the questions as they pop in my head without
taking the time to consider them first." I qualified.
"No, it's all right. Actually that's part of the problem we're trying to
work out. While I can write a good sex scene, and I can tell a good
tale, they want me to write about some things that I don't have any
experience in. Hey, I'm from a small town. Opportunities to try some
more adventurous things just aren't out there in the open."
"Like what's so strange?" my curiosity piqued.
"Well not necessarily strange, just opportunities that haven't presented
themselves to me yet. My boyfriend is not into trying things too out of
the ordinary. I mean, I really like to write about sex, but I'm not
comfortable with just picking up total strangers and saying "Hi, nice to
meet you! Want to go try fucking me with a banana? Oh, and bring your
wife. I'd like to try her too!" she laughed.
I almost spit my beer across the table! How could she have picked up on
that? I knew I was reading more into it than there was, but the brass
ring was right there, and I had to grab it, but first I had to find out
a few things.
I cleared my throat. "I can understand your dilemma. So, how does this
boyfriend of yours feel about it?"
"Well, he's open to me making money with my writing, but I haven't
exactly been fully honest with him about it. I don't think he'd really
understand what they're asking of me. Like I said, he's sort of the
straight, making love in a few varied positions, kind of guy.
"And would you do the things they asked you about if you had the
opportunities?"
"Good question." She took another bite of her salad as she contemplated
her answer. "I would have to say I would be willing to try new things. I
don't want to try anything dangerous or life threatening, but I'd be
willing to at least give it a whirl."
This was getting too good to be true, but I needed to find out a few
more things. "Tell me about the guy you were writing to."
The smile that flashed across her face was electric. This was someone
she cared about.
"Greg? Greg and I met a few years back in an adult chat room on the
internet. We both enjoy writing and reading erotic works, and so we
started writing back and forth and we've become friends. We can talk
about everything. We've also over the years told each other about the
majority of our sexual encounters."
"Have you ever met this guy?"
"Nope." she devilishly smiled.
"So is this guy like your on-line boyfriend?"
"No," she shook her head giggling, "it's not like that. The strange
thing about the internet is that while you're free to tell people your
intimate details, they don't actually know, 100% that what you're
telling them is true. In the case of Greg, because I've known him for so
long, I do trust him with the details of my life. And while I have to
admit, I am quite attached to the guy, I'm just not what he's looking
for. You see, Greg is gay."
She could have pushed me over. "What?"
She laughed uproariously then. "Threw you a curve didn't I? Yes, Greg is
gay. Maybe that's why I feel so comfortable with him. He's not a threat
to me. But by me telling him about things I've done it helps him in his
writing, and by him telling me things he's done it helps me. Sort of
like filling in the missing piece. And I think that's another reason why
we get along. If either one of us is having relationship questions or
problems we help each other through it."
"Well, you did catch me with that one. I have to say again, you are a
very interesting woman. How do you know that what he's telling you is
the truth?"
"First of all, after as long as we've been friends there's no way he
could be lying. He would have tripped himself up sooner or later, and
second of all, does it matter? If what he's telling me helps me, do I
care that he's actually some straight guy in New Jersey who still lives
in his parents' basement? Which I highly doubt, by the way."
"And you're comfortable with him being gay?" I asked.
"Sure. Gives me a whole new perspective." She smiled devilishly at me
over her glass. "Okay, my turn for a question. Have you ever had a same
sex experience?"
"Same sex? As in?" I questioned.
"As in, have you ever been with another guy, or in a threesome
situation?"
I could feel my temperature rising. "No. Like you said before, the
opportunity never presented itself. I don't know how comfortable I'd be
with another guy, but my wife and I have talked about a threesome
involving two women and a man." God I hoped this was going to work.
"Hmmm. Funny that would come out. That's one of the things we've been
discussing with this book deal. See, I've never done it with another
couple. I've been with two guys, but not in a two woman situation, and
I'm quite nervous about it."
"So is my wife. We've talked about it before, and talking about it
always gets us both turned on, but we've never tried it either."
The waiter appear to take away our almost full plates of salad, as we
both contemplated the unasked question that lay on the table.
"Katherine, would you be interested in trying it with us?"
She seemed to be considering it. "Can I think about it and let you know
for sure after class this afternoon?"
"Sure. You know my wife has no clue about this, but I think she'd be
receptive to the idea."
"All right, I'll let you know."
I paid the bill and we returned to our class room. As we took our seats
another teacher was introduced. This class was going to be different
from this mornings, and we were actually going to have to pay attention.
As the class wrapped up and we filed out of class I didn't want to be
the one to bring it up. I didn't want to sound too eager, like it was
all I had been looking for to begin with. Thankfully, Katherine pulled
me aside in the corridor and said, "OK, I'll do it."
"Are you sure you want to?" I asked. I couldn't believe this.
"Yes, I'm sure. Hey, sometimes you have to take your opportunities where
you can, right?"
"Okay, then I guess all that remains is to see if Joanna is interested."
We were all staying at the same motel, the same one where our classes
were today. Katherine decided that she would go up to her room and
change for dinner and would meet us in the motel bar in two hours. If we
didn't show up, she'd know that Joanna wasn't into it. As I rode the
elevator up, I couldn't believe my luck. I really hoped Joanna would be
interested. Just outside our room I could hear the shower running and
soft music playing in the background. I hoped that was a good sign. Laid
out on the bed was a very sexy outfit. Satin, rich, red bra with
matching tap pants. Then there was the dress. Black, long, with what
looked like a slit that started at the bottom and went all the way to
the waist. As I stood there staring, my beautiful wife appeared still
dripping from the shower.
She smiled at me mischievously and clasped my hands in hers. One she
brought to her mouth where she licked and suckled, and the other she
placed between her legs and slid back and forth. "Have a hard day?" she
asked.
I remembered the feelings from the morning and smiled. "You could say
that."
"Well what are our plans for this evening? Are we going out or are we
staying right here, having you thoroughly fuck me, and then ordering
room service?"
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. I looked down into
her smiling face and decided I might as well go for it. "How would you
like to have company tonight?"
She pulled back and looked up at me, "What?"
"How would you like to have someone join us tonight?" I reiterated.
"As in who?" she asked.
"Her name is Katherine. I met her in class today. I have to admit, she's
interesting to say the least."
"And by joining us, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought we could all have dinner together and then maybe a
little dancing, and then we'd see what happened next."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Yep." I smiled.
"And does this Katherine have any clue?"
"Oh, yes, and then some." I drawled lazily, my smile getting even more
wicked.
"Now you have me curious. I think I'd like to hear a few more details
while we get ready." She smiled and let her towel drop to the floor as
she walked away from me, swaying her hips in that same suggestive manner
I had seen in the morning. She always turns me on.
Katherine sat perched high on the barstool sipping her glass of wine.
She looked slightly nervous. Like she was on a first date or something.
To wear she'd chosen a short, black leather, mini skirt over a royal
blue velour top and covered it with a short matching jacket. The black
high heels helped to emphasize the length of her legs and defined them
quite well. I had noticed several men watching her and if we hadn't
gotten there when we did she probably would had gotten other offers.
As we approached I smiled and said, "Joanna, I'd like you to meet
Katherine."
"It's nice to meet you. Lee somewhat explained what happened today. I
told him it serves him right for being so damn nosy!" She playfully
slapped me on the chest, and I faked being wounded.
"Yes, it was a bit embarrassing." Katherine admitted.
"Have you eaten yet?" Joanna asked.
"No." said Katherine. "Honestly, I've already had two glasses of wine,
and I probably could use something."
"Good. Then let's get a couple of drinks for ourselves and see if we can
get into the restaurant. Maybe after we're done we could check out one
of the bars down the hallway. I saw they had some type of entertainment
tonight." suggested Joanna.
Katherine looked at me a bit puzzled.
"I told you my wife was amazing," was all I could say.
She smiled then, and we followed wherever Joanna lead.
Dinner was fabulous, and the conversation was
interesting. Joanna and Katherine found innumerable things to discuss.
Everything from shopping to how they lost their virginity. It was like I
was just along for the ride. And I was enjoying every minute of it.
When we were finished, we made our way to the other bar where we could
hear the crowd gearing up. Apparently they had a DJ working that night,
because the music was everything from dance to country. I went for
another round of drinks as the girls playfully danced their way around
the dance floor. By the time the techno tract had ended I was seated at
a small corner table. They both came bounding back, their breasts
swaying beneath the fabric, and I thought, God am I a lucky man. I
offered them each a beer, and they both took a deep swallow.
"I haven't danced in a very long time." Katherine admitted. "I just
don't have the time, and my boyfriend doesn't really like to dance."
A slow tune came on and Joanna nudged me under the table. "In that case,
Katherine, would you like to dance?" I asked.
She smiled at me and then looked at Joanna who nodded her approval. On
the dance floor I pulled her to me, yet still keeping a little distance
between us. I didn't want to scare her. But as the dance floor became
more crowded we were forced closer together. I made a play of it being
not my fault, but I didn't mind one bit. I was enjoying myself. Slowly,
I slid her hips back and forth against my already hardening cock. I
could feel her breath on my neck as her hand slightly caressed my
shoulder. My hand slipped up, under the jacket and felt the smoothness
of her skin above the velvet of her top. I felt her shudder, and I
looked down into her face and asked, "Are you okay with this?"
"Yes, just a bit nervous."
At that point the song stopped but it was followed by another slow song
so nobody had left the dance floor. As we danced and turned I realized
that Joanna had made her way onto the dance floor and was now standing
just a short distance from us. I motioned for her to join us and she
stepped into the circle of our arms. The three of us swayed to the
music. Thank God it was so crowded, and not many took notice, but really
I didn't care. I was delighted to be holding these two beautiful women
in my arms. Stroking their arms and backs and leaning over to kiss each
of them. Both of them teasing me by brushing their breasts against my
chest, licking my ears, feeling their hot breath tantalizing me. I
closed my eyes and enjoyed.
And then it happened. The first of the tentative kisses between these
two women that I now held. Their lips brushed over each other until
their lips made full contact. Being this close to the electrifying sight
in front of me was driving me crazy.
Then the DJ did an abrupt turn and Clarence Carter came blasting through
the speakers. A song that never fails to bring smiles all around,
'Strokin' brought us out of our horniness induced state, and we all
started dancing together. Katherine finally letting loose, and Joanna
totally enjoying herself, both of them bumping and grinding into me and
each other. I was getting so turned on just watching these two I didn't
know what I was going to do once we finally did get to our room. When
the song finally ended, I told both of the girls that I couldn't dance
anymore, and that they would just have to take me back to our room. I
smiled mischievously at them. I wasn't lying, I couldn't dance anymore
with the hard-on I was getting.
We left the bar and laughed and giggled all the way to our room like a
bunch of teenagers.
When we reached our room both of the girls stood before me. I took them
both into my arms and said, "I know we're all a bit nervous about this.
If either one of you wants to stop at anytime, I want you to say
something. Nobody does anything they don't want to."
They both smiled and nodded.
"Good. Then let's get more comfortable."
We moved to the bed with Joanna between us and slowly and carefully we
undressed her down to the tap pants and bra. Then the girls switched
places and Joanna and I undressed Katherine down to her teddy. Next came
my turn. They took their time while they removed my clothing, but they
didn't stop until I was entirely naked. And then once my clothes were
gone I moved to the bed and lay down. Each of the women started
exploring my body.
Katherine was much more inquisitive. Maybe because my body was a
stranger to her. They licked and kissed my entire body. Their hands
stroked and probed every inch of me. I closed my eyes and just felt the
heavenly sensations they were creating in me. But they were both very
careful to avoid my erection standing proudly before them. It was
driving me crazy. Finally I couldn't take any more and I had to change
with someone.
"Katherine it's your turn." I took her hand and guided her into position
on the bed. As she lay there Joanna took the lead. I could see Katherine
slightly shivering and I didn't know if it was from cold or nervousness
or something else.
Joanna noticed too. "Katherine," said Joanna, "I'm going to touch you
now. I don't want you to worry about touching me back. My turn will
come. I just want you to feel all the sensations."
They exchanged a warm smile and Katherine closed her eyes. Then, as I
watched, my wife reached out and stroked the other woman's body.
Starting by running her hands through Katherine's brown hair, over her
face, along her neck muscles that were straining as Katherine moved her
head from side to side.
Gently I reached up and slid the straps of the teddy off her shoulders
and pulled until I had it to her hips. And as I watched my wife bent
over and tasted and suckled the other woman's nipple into her mouth. My
ears were instantly greeted by a low moan. She arched her back, forcing
herself back into Joanna's face. And as she switched to the other I
pulled the teddy the remainder of the way off. Playfully nipping at the
breast she told her "Katherine, you are a very lucky person. You have a
beautiful body."
Never opening her eyes she answered with a breathy "Thank you." and
Joanna leaned over and took the other breast into her mouth again.
As I watched I realized I wasn't doing anything but it was fascinating
to watch what was happening before me.
Joanna sucked the left breast, massaged the right and then reached down
and cupped Katherine's pussy in her hand, kneading it and working her
hand over Katherine's entire opening and mound.
"Man, Joanna, that feels wonderful," she said. Katherine spread her legs
so Joanna would have better access. She took the hint and quickly and
playfully slid her fingers along her slit teasingly.
"Katherine, I've never done this before, but I want to taste you. May
I?"
"Yes." she answered.
Joanna moved to the foot of the king sized bed and brought her head
between Katherine's beautiful thighs. I laid down along Katherine's side
and placed one arm under her head and with the other hand I continued to
stroke and play with her breasts.
Joanna started by licking along the junction of Katherine's thigh and
hip and working her way inward. I watched as she came closer to the
button we both knew would give Katherine the bigest thrill, but she
avoided it and worked her way lower. Katherine was biting on her lip.
"How you doing honey?" I asked in her ear.
Joanna's hands were gently pulling Katherine's thickened pussy lips
apart and at that point she licked Katherine from bottom to top,
stopping only long enough to swirl her tongue around Katherine's clit
and then she moved to the bottom to start all over again.
"Oh, God Lee. This feels absolutely wonderful. I can't believe she's
never done this before." Her breath was quickening and I could see the
flush washing over her body.
"That's it Joanna. Eat her girl. She's gonna come for you baby. All
because of the pleasure you're bringing her."
Joanna's effort doubled as Katherine bucked up against her. She pulled
her lips even farther apart and snaked her tongue into Katherine's
dripping pussy. "That's right, taste her. Lick her out. Make her come
for us, Baby."
Katherine's moans were getting louder. "Yes, that's it Joanna. Right
there. God, it feels so good. I'm gonna come. Yes, yes, yes." She
shouted as she thrashed back and forth on the bed, I tried to hold her
while she forced her pussy into my wife's face.
As her orgasm subsided Joanna made her way back up to the top of the bed
and laid down next to us. I could smell and see Katherine's juices on
her face. Katherine reached up and slowly brought Joanna's face between
both of us and we kissed her gently.
Then Katherine gave Joanna a tender kiss and said, "Thank you. Now it's
your turn."
Joanna took her place between us and Katherine started by kissing and
nipping playfully, yet tentatively at Joanna's shoulder and worked her
way down Joanna's body.
I smiled at my wife as she looked up at me and then blissfully her eyes
closed. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I watched as
Katherine moved lower and lower along Joanna's body bypassing the point
where I thought she would stop and continuing down each of Joanna's legs
until she reached her feet. Then she started to massage them, eliciting
delightful moans from my wife. Then to my surprise she began licking and
then sucking on each of Joanna's toes. For some reason it was highly
erotic to see the small pink painted digits slowly sliding in and out of
Katherine's mouth. As if each and every one were itself a penis.
I was reaching such a state of arousal myself, that I didn't know how
long I was going to be able to handle laying here while I caressed my
wife. Joanna opened her eyes then and asked me how I was holding on as
she brushed her hand back and forth along my thigh. My cock seemed to
work on it's own as it periodically jerked and I occasionally slid the
slick head alone her leg.
"I'm getting pretty close here, but I just have to see this." I kissed
her with all the passion I could muster telling her with my kiss what a
wonderful gift she had given me. Joanna spread her legs as Katherine
started to work her way back up to Joanna's pussy. I knew she'd find it
dripping wet.
"Lee, I want you to do something for me." Joanna requested. "I want to
feel you fucking Katherine as she eats me. Is that all right with you
Katherine?"
Katherine smiled. "Yes. I'd hate to see a hard cock like that go to
waste."
As Katherine bent over and used her fingers to open my wife's pussy I
moved behind her and spread her own. As she leaned over to lick and
feast on Joanna, I bent over and got my first taste of her. Both of the
women were moaning by now and I couldn't help but join them as I looked
into Katherine's pink opening.
Joanna was really getting into it and when I removed my face I could see
why. Katherine was fucking her with two of her fingers and sliding her
thumb back and forth over her anal opening while she ate my wife. Joanna
bucked and pleaded, then ordered me to take my place behind Katherine.
I felt a little slow on the uptake, but watching these two women had
totally mesmerized me. I almost felt like I was in a sexually induced
trance.
Snapping out of it I brought my cock to Katherine's opening. Her pussy
lips were swollen from Joanna's earlier assault. Slowly, I stroked the
head up and down her slit and gently thrust against her clit.
The sight of Katherine's face buried in my wife's snatch, while she
presented her backside to me was too much, and I thrust my cock deep
into her pussy. She squealed her delight while all I could do was hold
on and groan. I couldn't move. I couldn't think.
"That's it Lee," Joanna purred. "Fuck her like you fuck me."
"Oh my God, Joanna, this is unbelievable. She's so tight! The sight of
her eating you out is so hot! I don't think I can last." I gasped.
Katherine bumped back against me and I took the hint. Slowly I pulled my
cock out and forced it back in between her slippery walls. The feeling
was incredible. I continued to slowly give her long strokes in and out.
I licked my finger and placed it at the opening of her dark hole and
gently pressed the tip into her.
She looked over her shoulder at me. "Oh Lee, that feels wonderful! Yes,
keep doing that. Fuck me, and fuck me good. I'm gonna eat Joanna's pussy
and make her come for us." and with that she placed her face back on my
wife's dripping hole.
So I started thrusting, pumping faster into her. Both women were
moaning. Joanna's head moving from side to side, her hands entwined in
Katherine's hair. Katherine's pussy working it's magic on my cock was
about to send me over the edge when Joanna called out that she was
coming, followed by Katherine's cry. I felt my balls tighten up and I
thrust one last time into Katherine and felt my orgasm pump deep into
her spasming pussy.
"Lee, hurry up! It's here!" Joanna couldn't hardly contain her
excitement.
"Okay, open it already." I told her. I sat on the sofa and she climbed
between my legs and just looked at the package the lay on the table.
"Well?"
"All right. Here goes nothing." She opened the small package with wonder
almost as if it were the ultimate Christmas present. Reaching in she
pulled out the book.
"Continuing Education by Katherine Andrews"
"I can't believe it," she whispered as she reverently stroked the cover
of the book.
"Open it," I urged.
Slowly she opened it and flipped the first couple of pages into it until
she got to the dedication.
"To Greg, thank you for all the insight into the heads of men. To Steve
for being understanding and supportive throughout this endeavor. And to
Lee and Joanna, to whom I will be forever grateful to for helping
continue my own education."
Hand written below that was a note. "Thanks to you two I was able to
work through several of the situations the research for this book put me
through. But for all the times we've been together, I'll always remember
that very first time. Love, Katherine."
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