Chapter 2

I was a bit early for my next session and waiting patiently, again under the watchful eye of Miss Evans.

When the door opened I expected it to be Helen, inviting me in, but instead there was a different woman with a little girl, apparently leaving. The girl was lovely: long dark hair up in a high ponytail, and the cutest little face with striking blue eyes, wearing a pretty summer dress. I smiled at her and the smile she gave me back was the most incredible mix of innocence and naughtiness that I’d ever seen!

I waited while Miss Evans dealt with them, exchanging thrilling little glances with the girl that made me hard all on their own. Then Helen came to the door and waved me in.

“Who was that?” I asked after she’d shut the door.

“The girl?” I nodded. “That’s Tracey,” she answered. “But she’s only twelve, so hands off.” I pouted, but smiled anyway, because Helen was clearly amused.

“Right, where would you like to sit today?” she went on, suddenly all business.

I chose her chair, which made her smile, and she sat on the end of the couch.

“What would you like me to talk about today?” I asked her.

She looked down at her notes. “When we ended last time you’d performed cunnilingus on Janice and brought her to orgasm,” she said matter-of-factly. I didn’t know that word, but I could remember very clearly what I’d said. And what we’d done.

“And then you ... brought me to orgasm,” I said, the memory of her soft lips and tongue getting me hard all over again.

“Indeed. So, what else did Janice teach you?”

“Well, I wanted to know it all, exactly how girls worked, and what they liked. Normally, we’d start by talking, me with my head in her lap and Janice with her arm around me, and she’d do her best to explain.

“Sometimes it was general stuff and sometimes more like technique: how to take it slow at first, kissing and licking the girl’s labia until they got swollen and she was wet, before using my fingers inside her or touching her clit. How to pay attention to how the girl moved and the noises that she made, to tell what she liked. But to never be afraid to ask, because not all girls are the same.

“All that talk would get us excited, and we’d start touching and stroking. And then she’d show me things: what made her feel really good ... how to move my fingers inside her ... how to find her G-spot and some other stuff.” Thinking back on all those lovely lessons was getting me seriously hard.

“Did she felate you?” she asked. I knew that word from one of Janice’s books.

“Yes, she did,” I told her. “It was wonderful.”

“And did you ejaculate in her mouth?” I was pretty sure that she was getting off on all this, but then I was as well!

“Yes, Helen,” I told her, loving the way her chest was rising and falling quite rapidly now and her nipples were hard. “I’d always cum in her mouth. She seemed to like it a lot. She said mine was the sweetest she’d ever tasted.” Helen was scribbling like mad in her pad. I tried to think what else she might like.

“She also liked it when I licked her bottom.” I watched as Helen closed her eyes and took a huge breath in.

“Her anus?” she asked, her voice low and very husky. “You kissed her anus?”

“And licked, yes. She has a beautiful pink anus, and it kind of winks when I kiss it, so I can put my tongue in. Just a little bit.”

I could see that Helen was very excited now. “She came quite often when I did that, well, that and with what my fingers were doing inside her.”

I stood up and walked over to the couch. As I sat down her eyes opened. “Is this OK? I asked as I started to lie down next to her.

She hesitated, putting her hands by her sides as if to rise, but I put my head in her lap before she could.

“There, that’s better,” I said snuggling my head into the warmth of her groin. “Where was I...?” She had a beautifully soft and plump mound.

“Erm ... you were ... you were ... performing analingus on Janice and she was climaxing,” she replied, seeming flustered. I grinned as I felt her slowly relax. “Did you ever have sexual intercourse with her?”

“No,” I said quite sadly. “I wanted to ... and she said she wanted to ... but she said that was going too far ... because we were brother and sister.”

“But you did want to have intercourse?”

“Yes, very much.”

“So what did you do?”

“Well, what Janice had said about my smile and its effect kept going through my mind. I was due to work on Mrs. Watson’s garden the next day. I’ve been mowing her lawn and doing chores for her since her husband left her, a couple of years ago.”

“OK,” Helen said. “And what made you think of her?”

“She’s a very attractive woman ... I think voluptuous is the word. Quite often she’d bring me some juice and she’d sit and watch me as I worked. I knew from when I’d had my head in Janice’s lap how she moved when she was excited, and I was pretty sure I’d seen Mrs. Watson ... Linda, doing the same sort of thing. So I wondered...”

“You wondered if she’d have intercourse with you?” Helen offered. God, she always got right to the point!

“Yes. I suppose so,” I agreed. As I snuggled my face into her lovely soft pussy I was sure that I could smell her excitement.

When she answered the door the next day, there’d been something a little different about her. I took a guess, “Hi Linda, you look pretty today. Have you done something new with your hair?” I said, giving her that look.

I let my eyes linger on her magnificent breasts and the curve of her hips. When I looked back up to her face, she was blushing a little as she fussed with her hair.

“Do you really like it?” she asked, and she fluttered her eyelashes at me.

“You look lovely,” I assured her, reaching out and gently stroking her upper arm. She giggled very prettily. My eyes drifted down to her chest again, took in the bumps of her nipples that were now showing, and then smiled at her again. “But then you always do,” I added, squeezing past her, allowing my chest to brush against those very nipples. “You might want to reconsider that sweater though, they say it’s going to be a hot one today.”

I’d just started mowing the lawn when she came out of the house, and I smiled to myself when I saw that she’d changed. She’d put on a floral blouse, tied up under her breasts, showing an impressively flat stomach and pushing up her boobs into a wonderful cleavage at the open neck. She was also wearing a white pleated skirt that stopped just above the knee and showed off a very nice pair of legs. The whole thing set off her curvy figure beautifully and my cock gave an appreciative little twitch.

She had a pair of secateurs in her hand and went around the garden, trimming bits here and there, but mostly she seemed to be watching me. That was fair enough though, because I spent a lot of my time watching her too, with a nice little erection building in my shorts.

After about half an hour, she went back into the house and came out a few minutes later with some drinks on a tray.

I walked toward her, peeling my T-shirt off over my head as I did, while she put the tray down on the garden table, in the process displaying even more of her awesome boobs cradled in a white half-cup bra.

“That looks lovely,” I said, glancing down at the cold drinks, but mostly looking down the front of her blouse. She began to stand up and then stopped, her eyes fixed on my midriff. I looked down and my shorts had slipped down to below my hips, almost low enough to show my pubes. “Oops, sorry,” I said, pulling them up, but that only seemed to accentuate my now fully erect cock. She seemed to sag a little as if her legs were giving way, and I took hold of her by her upper arms to support her.

“Are you OK, Linda? You looked like you might fall for a second there.” She leaned into me and I held her, loving the feel of her soft breasts against my bare chest.

“I think I might have had a little bit too much sun,” she said, melting into my arms.

“Let’s get you inside,” I said, putting my arm around her and helping her indoors.

I set her down on the couch and stroked her shoulder. “Is there anything I can get for you? A glass of water, maybe?”

Then I felt her fingertip brush along my still quite firm erection, “Did I do this to you, Lucas? Did I really make you this hard?” she asked very quietly, sounding a lot like a little girl.

“Of course, Linda. You’re a very beautiful woman,” I replied, stroking her cheek as her fingertip brought me back to full hardness. I took her hand and placed it over my cock, loving the way that she explored its shape. I put my hands into my waistband and paused, “Would you like me to...?”

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes, please, Lucas.”

I pushed them down to my knees and her hands fluttered all over my penis and my balls and she kept whispering, “Beautiful.” as she caressed me. I reached down and filled my hands with her wonderful, soft breasts, popping open the last few buttons of her blouse and squeezing them out of the bra that was barely containing them.

Janice’s breasts were lovely: small and very firm, but Linda’s were heavy and softly yielding, and her nipples, long and wrinkled and rubbery. I wanted to bury my face between them and suckle on them, but I wanted something else even more.

I gently encouraged her to lay back and then sank to my knees and put my hands on her thighs. “I need to see you now, Linda,” I told her, and she spread them eagerly.

“Please be good to me, Lucas. It’s been so very long.”

Easing her skirt up out of the way, I saw her white panties: more like shorts than panties though, but the material was silky and shiny under my fingertips as I grazed them over her mound.

I reached up and put my fingers in the waist and she lifted her bottom off the couch to help, and I grinned as I saw her lush, fluffy pubic hair.

“Oh, Lucas,” she moaned as I ran my fingers through it, marveling at its softness. I could feel her trembling as I carefully parted it, discovering her labia, dark pink and swollen, and already leaking a little wetness between.

She made soft mewling noises as I sucked first one, and then the other into my mouth, enthralled by their velvety softness. When I pulled back on her generous clit hood I gasped at her hard and swollen clit. It was so much bigger than Janice’s, and she squealed as I licked it.

“Suck it, Lucas! Oh, please, please suck it!”

The moment I drew it between my lips she clamped my head between her thighs and her ass bounced around like crazy. “Don’t stop, Lucas,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.” I’m going to ... I’m ... Oh God! Lucas! Lucas!”

She pushed my head away as she came and I looked up to see tears running down her face but the most deliriously happy smile on her lips. She held her arms out to me and, as I rose, she looked hungrily at my erection and then up into my eyes.