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Archive name: luvteach.txt (M+F, F/m-teen, wife, inc)
Authors name: Anon NixPix Author
Story title : Love of Teaching
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Love of Teaching (M+F, F/m-teen, nepho-wife, inc)
By Anon NixPix Author
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I represented our state in the Miss America contest when
I was eighteen. My family and friends all think I'm
beautiful, as does my husband, but most of them know
nothing of my real self. If they did, I'd probably be
labeled promiscuous, but that's not the right word at
all to describe what I really am, although it's true
that I'm different from all but a few girls. For
instance, I seldom wear panties or bra, and pantyhose
only if I cut out the crotch or they're crotchless to
begin with. Curious?
Dr. Grace, of course, knows more about me than anybody.
As a psychiatrist, it's his job. I started seeing him
about two years ago when I was 26-years-old, not because
I was unbalanced or anything like that, but because in
listening to my friends talk I had realized I was so
different, if not a freak, then at least one-in-a-
million. I desired men. Men desired me. It seemed so
simple and satisfying, that is, we could satisfy each
other.
Instinctively I knew my husband would never understand,
nevertheless, I continued to be obsessed with sensual,
sexual living. Some sex was never enough, neither was a
lot. I always was ready for more, always wanted more. I
love having sex. I love fucking. I love to be fucked. I
love any form of sex.
Dr. Grace says that it is a simple matter of me having
sex while very young and it being very good. The first
time was exceptionally good, and each time after being
good addicted me to sex. It is quite unusual for a
pretty woman to have such a down to earth view of sex,
Dr. Grace says. Its usually plain women so blessed,
women who feel the need to please their men. I dunno.
The lover I have now is a few years older, wealthy, and
can easily afford to pay for the furnished apartment
where I meet him several times a week. Unlike most
women, I don't love him in the usual sense, instead I
love loving with him. Dr. Grace says there's nothing
wrong with using my sexual drive to its fullest. Some
have a strong drive as I do, some don't.
In my case it's an all-consuming passion that never
leaves me. If Sam Johnson (my lover) can't make it, as
often happens on weekends and sometimes during the week,
I simply take another available man to the apartment.
No, I see nothing wrong with that. My husband makes love
to me almost nightly, and does an excellent job of it,
but I always need more. You see, I have to have lovers.
I accidentally learned how to masturbate when I went to
my parent's bed one Sunday morning when I was eight. I
was in bed with them only a short while when my mother
for some reason decided to go to the store. Alone in bed
with Dad, I had a wrestling match with him.
I remember enjoying the cuddles and embraces as Dad
tried to get the best of me and then decided, I suppose,
to let me win. He lay on his back, his pajamas undone,
my own nightie was up around my waist, and when I
straddled him, my little naked pussy came down on Dad's
very large, hard penis, which was resting on his
stomach. I began to rock my bottom back and forth
rubbing my little lips and clitoris along his long lump
while Dad lay very still. It was at that moment I
learned to masturbate.
Nothing like that ever happened again, and Dr. Grace
says that that is good, but he thinks what really got me
off on the right sexual track was a chance encounter a
few years later that turned out exceedingly well. Things
don't usually go so well for most girls, he said.
When I was about fourteen, I went downstairs one morning
to get breakfast and I was completely nude. It was
summer and my parents and brother had gone for the day,
and it just felt good to walk around the big empty house
naked. I still remember well the good sensual feelings
stirring within me as I walked around caressing my naked
body, but I was in error about one thing, my brother. I
had left the kitchen and was headed for the stairs.
As I rounded a corner at the foot of the stairs, I
bumped into my brother. He was a year older and as naked
as I (he thought I had gone with our parents). For a
moment we just stood there drinking in the details of
each other's body, but then I noticed a distinct change
happening in his. His flaccid dick was growing and
stiffening. I watched in fascinated amazement as it rose
up and stood out as straight as a flagpole. We were
facing each other...very close.
I slowly turned and mounted the first step, determined
to make the best of it by rushing upstairs, but
something made me pause and turn. Standing on the bottom
step, I was now about as tall as he, and as he took a
step towards me, it was obvious our "parts" were
perfectly aligned.
I was instantly and completely disabled by a zap of high
voltage when his hot, throbbing penis touched my
clitoris. Just like it had been that time with Dad.
Zing! That was all for me.
We spent the morning exploring each other's body and
trying new and different things: "Does this feel good,
Lisa? This, too?" "Oh, yes, Bobby, don't stop!" And so
the morning flew by and I lost my virginity, or rather,
I gave my virginity to my brother.
Now, Sam, my lover, has put another character into my
life. Last April on a bright sunny day he calmly asked
me if I'd please take his 14-year-old son to initiate
into the wonders of the sexual world. I was shocked, but
flattered, and agreed to do the thing he wanted. Teach a
virgin boy? Oh, yes, I couldn't wait to begin. Three
days later our love sessions began.
I had decided that the best way to start was very, very
slow so I wouldn't embarrass the boy. The door chime at
the apartment sounded right at the appointed time. I
answered the door and invited the blushing youngster in.
I was wearing heels, pantyhose (no crotch, of course),
and a pretty blouse and a short skirt to show off my
legs.
We had a coke in the breakfast nook so I would have time
to talk to him and reassure him. Gradually he calmed
down, and after a few minutes I told him I wanted to
show him the rest of the apartment. I took his hand and
began leading him from room to room. It was easy to see
that he gained more confidence with every passing
moment.
Finally, I stopped so suddenly that he couldn't avoid
bumping into me, and asked him to help me undress. I
stood calmly facing him and waiting for his next move. I
tried to appear seductive and submissive.
He blushed furiously, but didn't back off when I guided
his hands to the buttons on my blouse, which came off
quickly and easily. The bra was another matter. When he
finally got it off I put his hands on my breasts and
pulled his head down so that his lips were touching my
nipples. He immediately kissed and sucked them, and so
began the conversion of a virgin to a very adept
Lothario...a young seducer par excellence!
I'd be remiss if I didn't first of all mention his
natural endowments and gifts. Sammy had more of
everything than father Sam. He was taller, athletic
build, fair hair, blue eyes and very, very handsome,
though immature as a boy would be. The first surprise
was that his tool was larger than most, the second, that
he had greater control than most. I had stumbled on to a
gem.
That first time I was on my back and he was lunging and
thrusting...literally fucking up a storm. In less than a
minute I had an orgasm, then another (who is teaching
who here) and another. I had thought to let him "have a
go" this first time, knowing full well he would shoot at
once if not "shoot in the bushes."
Such was not the case. After ten minutes he finally
begged, "Oh, please, ma'am, please let me come." I
couldn't believe it, but managed a frantic "yes! oh god
yes! Now, NOW!"
Ten minutes later he was at me again, rock hard and as
sex starved as the first time. I lost count of my
orgasms, and after 25 or 30 minutes finally gasped, "my
god, Sammy, come now. Oh, please, now, NOW!" Then he
held me, kissed me, caressed me and petted me for an
hour or more, until I again wanted his great, hard shaft
in my sheath.
Sammy not only possessed a king sized tool, but the
control and stamina to go as long and as often as
required. He was a natural. I taught him very little,
instead, I became the rare recipient of the greatest
gift a sexual woman could ever receive. If I was a
nymphomaniac, he was my satyr.
The rules have changed now. Sam knows I mean it when I
say he can have any afternoon with me only so long as I
have as many mornings with Sammy. Let's just say I love
to teach!
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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