Story #4
Dylan's cock was lying flat on his stomach. It looked harmless in its soft state. Carrie Ann stuck the tip of her tongue on the bottom of his shaft near his balls. She slowly dragged it up as if she feared missing a spot. I did the same in the same exact way. Her next lick started and ended in the same spot but was done even more slowly and with her tongue spread fully against his prick. I copied her deed.
It wasn't quite enough to wake him though he did flinch. This time, Carrie Ann puckered her lips and massaged her way up the length of his cock. Once again, I followed my lusty leader. She did this several times. When she reached the head of his cock, she opened her mouth and sucked it inside. Mr. Hall jerked. She moved out of the way so I could try. Mr. Hall jerked a little more.
She gulped up his rod and began blowing him. He was starting to stiffen. It reminded me of the plant films in earth science class, the way they transformed from being flaccid and bent over to firm and erect. Mr. Hall was awake now and his smile confirmed that he was enjoying his morning greeting.
“There you go, it's nice and hard now. Suck it just like I was.” I wrapped my lips around the reinvigorated cock. I bobbed up and down just as Carrie Ann had. My mouth was stretched to capacity so my forays and up and his cock were a lot slower. I was also savoring the unexpected taste and texture. I had foolishly imagined that it would feel and taste like meat instead of male flesh.
Dylan moaned. I must have been doing it right. I picked up a little speed and added a little more pressure. He moaned some more. I was proud to be quickly catching the hang of it. Carrie Ann did not sit on the sidelines for long. She busied herself sopping up and lavishly spit shining his balls. She hoovered them into her mouth and bounced them around. She spat them out, spit on them, and then lapped up her spittle.
Suddenly Dylan's hands locked onto my waist and swung me around until my twat was planted on his face. I tried to keep blowing him but his tongue's far-reaching jolt into my entrance made that impossible. His tongue darted about my insides wildly as if it was desperately trying to find a way out other than the hole in which it had entered.
Dylan shifted gears and slowly withdrew his animated tool. He ran it through my pussy lips and tapped it against my clit. He slurped my clit into his mouth and tinkered at it with his tongue. Carrie Ann took up the slack from my forgotten about blow job. I wanted to watch her, to see what more I could learn but my eyes were too busy rolling around in my head.
I was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago so it still didn't take much to get me off. After a few minutes of Dylan's voracious pussy eating, I came. Cream was still trickling out of my vagina as he effortlessly lifted me off his face and stuck me onto his upright pole. I was still sore from the night before but still managed to accept him with relative ease.
I was going to ride him like I remembered Carrie Ann riding him but he immediately took the reins. Being on top felt different. Even though he was winding his dick as he pumped it up into me, it felt as if his blows were specifically targeting my gut. His manhood even felt harder; like I was truly aboard a missile that was attempting to launch me into space.
I dug into his chest as his cock banged into me. Carrie Ann had taken over my former position on his mouth. Her ass cheeks surrounded his face. His tongue was visible and was puttering in and around her hole. She interrupted her ride to turn herself around to face me. She leaned over and latched her mouth onto my jiggling tit.
Carrie Ann was amazing. She was able to suck on my moving nipples and ride his face at the same time. The combination of her attention to my boobs and Dylan's lunges deep up into my nether regions culminated in yet another explosion. I slumped off his cock and Carrie Ann hopped on. I slid entirely out of their way. I knew from the night before that things could get wild quickly.
They did. He flung her over on her back and threw her legs over his shoulders. He pounded her ferociously in the beginning. He then slowed down to a lovemaking tone. They kissed passionately while their organs simmered together building up for the next round of hard fucking. Dylan turned his lips towards mine signaling an invite.
We all kissed. He lifted himself off her leaving me enough room to try my hand at titty sucking. I remembered his advice, that she loved having them tended to while his dick was in her. I rubbed my tongue over each nipple several times. I then chose one to dote on. I pretended that it was a straw through which I was trying to slurp up a delicious drink.
She pushed her two tits together and directed me to jump from one to the other performing the same actions. She told me to go crazy on them, not just on her nipples. She told me to lap, lick, and lather up the entire surface of both of her big boobs. Finally, she commanded that I suck up as much of them in my mouth as I could. I was to try my best to swallow them whole.
I was the perfect student and my sexy teacher was loving it. She stopped giving orders to enjoy her husband's long dives into her cunt. I had run out of moves but he had not. He gently brushed me out of the way and flipped her over again until she was flat on her stomach. He mounted her like I had seen many a dog in heat being mounted. I would have thought it violent if I hadn't known better.
She liked it hard and rough and it appeared that he was about to give it to her just that way. The first bolt into her twat was a transgression. It was a vicious, heart-stopping strike that would have split my tight twat in half. She screeched and kicked. He pulled his cock out. He let it dangle over her hole for a few seconds and then he rammed it back in with the same force.
“Yes!” she hollered. “Yes!” Her approval had not been required. His mind and cock were already set. He drilled into her as if the secret of life itself were contained in her secretions. He ripped, rocketed, and thundered through her snatch as if it were his enemy. He bore into her as if he were trying to hide himself there.
He was lighting her up. She was struggling to handle her husband but it was very clear that she was relishing this struggle. She was the substitute now, the one I had witnessed being bent over his desk years ago. This was Mr. Hall and this is how he liked to fuck because this is how his sweet, sexy wife Carrie Ann taught him.
He set her pussy on fire only to have the flames extinguished by the waters that his treacherous throttling had caused. He came just as she did. Their orgasms and expressions were just as in sync as their timing. He collapsed on her and they laughed. They kissed again of course. They then laughed some more.
I was their guest a few more times the last weeks of my visit. Carrie Ann taught me how to suck him and fuck him until he came. She taught me the nuances of cock riding and various other positions. She offered to show me how to use the whips and chains but I declined. That just didn't seem appealing. I only needed to know the basics but I wanted to know how to perform them well.
She became my sexual and relationship mentor. I not only learned how to have my pick of men but I also learned how to pick them. Because of Carrie Ann's tutelage and her husband's willingness to be used as a practice dummy, I developed a strong sense of sexual and overall confidence. The next man I was interested in became my husband. Thanks to Carrie Ann especially, he never stood a chance.
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