Chapter 8: Sex Ed 101

I repeated my oral process by moving my oral attentions to Katie’s left breast and then eased her back on the sofa so I could kiss down her flat stomach and run my tongue along her belt line. Of course, I returned periodically to her breasts or lips, and my hands started to bring us both pleasure, as I kneaded her orbs and stroked her upper body. She kept sighing with obvious contentment at what I was doing. Occasionally, I’d get a shudder from her. Even more frequently, she’d start to pant in eagerness for what would soon happen.

Katie pulled me up into a kiss and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I didn’t argue or delay the process. Soon she pushed my shirt off my body and cast it aside.

“Katie, do to me what I’ve been doing to you.”

She gave me a questioning look then started to kiss my neck and tongue my chest. Her motions appeared somewhat mechanical.

“Relax, Katie. Don’t force it on yourself. Your tongue is a sense organ, just like your fingers. Use it so that it brings pleasure to you. If it feels good to you, it will feel good to whomever you’re doing it to. The same is true with your kisses and your touch. Use all your senses – your tools to bring pleasure to your lover as well as yourself. Don’t be mechanical about it. You’re not following a recipe. You’re making it up as you go along.”

Her delicate tongue lightened in its touch on my body, not quite tickling but not the heavy, inexperienced licks she delivered a moment earlier. As she tongued my nipples, one of her delicate hands found my ears and her slender fingers ran around inside in a sensuous way. I felt my cock surge in reaction to the two sensations.

Katie fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper, clearly eager to unveil another part of the night’s entertainment. I let her get all the clasps and zippers undone, and then shifted so I could take the attention back to her.

I undid Katie’s jeans and then slid off the sofa in front of her so I could pull them from her lithe body. She rose slightly and I pulled them down and off her legs, revealing a small white cotton thong covering her pussy.

After disposing of the jeans I took one leg and licked and nibbled my way from her ankle up to her knee and then to her thigh, making a reverse about six inches from her cloaked pussy and returning my journey back to her pretty ankle. She giggled in appreciation. I kept a running commentary about how nice her legs were, how slender and shapely, how good they tasted to lick and kiss, and how appreciative I was that she was sharing herself with me tonight. I repeated the process on her other leg. As I did she said quietly, “No one’s ever told me I had a nice body; not even Dan.”

At that point, I stood and stepped out of my own slacks. Katie watched with a sense of eagerness. I wore a pair of black briefs and I was aroused.

As I finished I turned to Katie and nudged her onto her back laying the length of the sofa. With her compliance, I nudged the thong off her body, enjoying the glance at her pussy lips and the small landing strip of hair she’d left after trimming herself.

Katie wasn’t sure what my next action would be, so expressed surprise when I rolled her onto her stomach, giving her a pillow for her head. I mounted her thighs and leaned into her upper body and started a Swedish massage, a classic recommendation from the Joy of Sex. Katie groaned and wiggled her body beneath me in clear appreciation for my attention to her body.

As I sought out each muscle group in her arms, shoulders, and back, I often leaned in and kissed her body somewhere. Because she was so trim, I could easily work the muscles along her neck, shoulders, arms, sides and back, then into her buns. I dismounted and worked on each leg independently.

I checked on Mel and Dan. I could hear murmurs of instruction to Dan from Mel, mostly dealing with foreplay and occasionally explaining what I was doing and why I hadn’t already plunged anything important into Katie’s pussy just yet.

I rolled Katie onto her back, again relishing the view of her sexual parts. This time I went and stood at the end of the sofa near her head. I reached in and massaged her facial muscles, running my fingers along her jaw, cheeks, temples, forehead, and behind her ears, searching in each locale for the tiny muscles that worked so hard for us. Katie sighed deeply.

Then I worked her upper chest and pectorals, and arms, right out to the end of her fingers, taking time to kiss each digit as I finished my massage of that part of her body. Now, she groaned occasionally. I wanted her sexual temperature up past that of the sun. I had orgasmic plans for her. When she really exploded for me, I wanted everyone in Boston to know.

I allowed my massage of her pectoral muscles to drift lower on her body, massaging her breasts, pushing against the nipples and tweaking the ends until each nip was screamingly erect. I kissed and tongued each one again then continued to her abs, stopping my foray just above her mons.

Katie was moaning a lot and I was talking softly to her, extolling her perfection. I did her legs, emphasizing her feet and quads as I worked my way up her extremities.

Only then did I now allow myself to massage my way into her nether region, pushing the flat of my hand against her pussy and using the heel of my hand in a circular motion against the area I knew contained her clitoris.

Katie’s back arched almost immediately and she came, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly against her clit. Her breathing stopped for a full minute as the pleasure surged through her body. I leaned in and kissed around her face, gradually working my way to her sensuous mouth.

“Oooooh, Doug,” she cooed at me, “That was magnificent. I’ve ... I’ve never come this way. You barely touched my sex and yet you made me cum.”

“Oh, I’m just beginning,” I teased, knowing that there was in fact some element of truth to my statement.

In her afterglow, I repositioned her on the sofa as I knelt in front of her. I made a show of putting a pretty leg over each of my shoulders and then gradually worked my tongue up her inner thighs to her lower lips.

I avoided her clitoris for the first few minutes of my cunnilingus. I pulled her engorged smaller lips into my mouth and sucked on each for a while then tongued deep into her vagina, gradually adding two fingers.

I used those fingers to search for the area inside her – the G-spot. I’d learned enough about the G-spot to understand that it is actually the inner and more sensitive part of the clitoris. At least in Mel and Joy, the interior skin over the area is a slightly different texture compared to the other walls of the vagina.

As I located this, I increased my oral assault on her pussy now moving to suck the clitoris and surrounding skin into my mouth and to wax the area thoroughly with the rough surface of my tongue.

Katie came again. Her back arched and she pushed her clit harder into my mouth for stronger contact. My fingers, buried to the hilt in her pussy, felt the tremors ripple through her body. I gave her a break and didn’t use them as she came.

“Oh Doug! Twice in one night! I ... didn’t know I could do that.”

I heard the Pixie moan from close by and turned to see her crested in an orgasm created by Dan’s tongue. He knelt, as I did, on the floor in front of her as she reclined in a large overstuffed chair. He glanced over at us and looked pleased with the pleasure he’d just delivered to Mel.

Katie whispered to me, “That’s the first orgasm he’s ever given by oral sex. He hasn’t done oral sex too much. Maybe he doesn’t like how I taste?”

I told her with certainty, “Well you taste divine and I can’t imagine not wanting to spend all day here inhaling your juices and your beautiful aromas. I might even apply for the position.”

Katie looked pleased with my comments. I was thinking that Dan was really totally naïve about anything sexual and about women, or he was a total schmuck in the game, using an easy mark like Katie to only to get his own rocks off.

She leaned back and pulled the lips of her pussy apart for me with both hands. She wanted more and smiled at me in a hopeful way. I dove in again with further oral stimulation into her pink to go with my fingers inside her. Katie produced her female juices at a prolific rate and I sucked them all down. I meant what I’d said.

After another orgasm, I commented to Katie, “Did you know you were multi-orgasmic? Most women are but don’t know it.”

“No,” she replied with a pleased tone to her voice. Then she whispered, “I don’t even cum most times we have sex, only when I masturbate. I don’t do that with Dan; I think it might embarrass him.”

“Well, you and Dan ought to be able to change that now. After tonight, I hope you’re both smarter about what to do, what areas to touch and how. And watching each other masturbate is really hot; you should try it.”

“Will you make love to me now,” Katie asked quietly, pulling me up in front of her so we could kiss. “I would really like that, and you’ve very loveable. Mel is so lucky to have you.”

“Yes. Yes, I will,” I told her. I stood and slid my briefs down my legs. My penis had been in a perpetual state of readiness for the past hour; that’s how much time we’d devoted to foreplay.

Katie grabbed my cock and lightly masturbated me for a few strokes. She leaned forward and put her mouth over the end of my rod and started to bob back and forth on me. I stood ramrod stiff and allowed her to pleasure me. She was surprisingly good.

“Do you do this to Dan?” I asked.

She pulled off of me and whispered, “Just sometimes. He likes to just start fucking most of the time rather than do other stuff ahead of that.”

“Well, you are gifted in the skills of fellatio. Don’t lose your magic touch. Someday he’ll appreciate what a rare gift this is.”