The First Wives Academy
Copyright© 2025 by JohnMurray4173
Chapter 4: The First Night.
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: The First Night. - A group of young fiancées attend a Gold Coast retreat where they learn to be the best wives they can be for their rich, successful future husbands.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Sharing Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys
Sarah Alberts.
Sarah opened her unit’s door, unsurprised to find Lena and Paul waiting for her. They asked if she wanted them to stay, and when she nodded, helped Sarah to undress and get into bed and then got in with her. Sarah didn’t understand why they didn’t do anything more until Lena explained, “We will encourage you to explore your sexuality, Sarah. But we will not push or try to force you to. If you want nothing more than cuddles for the night or for us to leave, then that is fine. If you want more, you must ask or show what you want.”
In answer, Sarah took Lena’s head between her hands and guided Mia’s lips onto her turgid nipple. Simultaneously, Sarah reached behind her and gripped Paul’s swiftly swelling member. She jacked it until it was rigid and then fed it into her sweltering pussy. She moaned as Paul’s thick, lengthy cock opened her love passage and glided inside.
Paul rolled onto his back, taking Sarah with him. He hooked his feet around Sarah’s ankles and spread her legs wide, offering her sex to Lena’s avaricious eyes. Lena hummed delightedly before lowering her lips onto Sarah’s button and lavishing it with her tongue. Then Lena used her thumbs to spread Sarah’s labia. Holding Sarah’s pussy lips apart, Lena tongued from where Paul’s lengthy cock plunged into her pussy, up to her clit and then back. Following that path over and over until she sensed Sarah stood on her peak. As Sarah prepared to lead, Lena sucked her cum switch into her mouth, sucked hard, and bit gently.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, ffffffffaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrk!” Sarah yelled as a stupendous orgasm blasted her mind to smithereens.
Once Sarah settled, Paul encouraged her into a sixty-nine with Lena and then knelt behind her voluptuous ass. He gripped Sarah’s hips, and with a vicious lunge, planted his entire 7-inch cock into Sarah’s cunt. Sarah moaned into Lena’s pussy as Lena licked her slit and clit, occasionally lashing Paul’s thrusting shaft.
Wanting to give pleasure because the feelings her two lovers were eliciting from her were overwhelming her, Sarah tilted her head and lapped at Lena’s dripping juices. Lena moaned against Paul’s turgid cock. The sudden extra sensation broke Paul’s concentration, and with a guttural growl, he unloaded his nut sack into Sarah’s extremely tight, squelchingly hot pussy.
Paul fell onto his side, and Lena rolled Sarah onto her back before eating and sucking Paul’s cum from her inflamed cunt. Sarah, still inexperienced in Sapphic love, copied Lena’s actions on her pussy to Lena’s. The girls had two more orgasms before deciding they should sleep. Sarah couldn’t believe how comforting it was to have Lena pressed breast-to-breast with her with Paul in the big spoon position.
Mia Walker.
Jim, Mia’s assigned porter, accompanied the tall, surgically enhanced blonde back to her rooms. He opened her door and held it so she could enter and then quietly said, “Good night, Mia. Sleep well.”
Jim stepped back, allowing the door to close. But before it did, Mia pulled it back open and, fearful of rejection, asked, “Jim, will you please stay and have a drink with me?”
“I’d love to,” Jim said, smiling.
Mia looked into the bar fridge and saw a bottle of expensive chardonnay she’d enjoyed on a previous occasion. Bringing it out, she showed it to Jim, and asked, “Happy with a white wine?”
Jim grinned and said, “Would you be offended if I asked for a beer?”
In a change from her typical response, Mia returned Jim’s grin and said, “Not at all.” She looked in the fridge and added, “However, if you tell me you want a can of XXXX cat piss, you’re out on your ear!”
Holding his heart and pretending to hurt, Jim laughed and replied, “You wound me, young lady. What’s wrong with drinking XXXX?”
Chuckling, Mia answered, “It’s cat piss, that’s why. Mass produced by using chemicals to hasten the brewing process, and it shows in the taste. If you drink that stuff and have a headache in the morning; it’s not because of the alcohol but from the chemicals used to force it to brew faster than is natural.”
“I did not know that,” Jim said, thinking about Mia’s assertion. He accepted the bottle of Heineken she held out and tried to spin the top off. He grinned when Mia pulled the cutlery drawer open and handed him a bottle opener.
“Would you like to sit with me at the table?” Mia asked.
‘I’d like to bend you over that table and roger you until you scream for mercy,’ Jim thought. He smiled and said, “Sure. I’d love to.”
Mia sipped her wine, watching Jim. He was shocked when her eyes filled with tears and they ran down her cheeks.
“Whatever is the matter, Mia?” Jim asked concernedly.
“Cold hard bitch. Just a kiss on the lips,” Mia muttered the Jet song as her tears fell. “I’m learning that I’m not a very nice person, Jim. Those three youngsters I ate and spent time with are all much nicer people than me. Kylie’s a natural ten. Sarah’s a solid nine—ten if she loses some weight. And Sally only needs to eat more, so she fills out and she’ll be a solid nine, too. I’m a ten, but it’s cost me nearly thirty thousand dollars in cosmetic surgery to get there. Then, on top of that, they’re all much better people than me.
“Kylie’s so innocent, but on the edge of becoming a complete vixen. Sally is so sweet and also innocent, but she wants to explore. The only thing holding her back is a lack of self-confidence, and it’s bitches like me who have made her like that.”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Jim asked.
“I think I will try to be a friend for the first time since I hit puberty and figured out what my body could get me.”
“I think that’s a brilliant plan,” Jim replied, smiling.
“Yeah, I’m just not sure if I know how,” Mia stated defeatedly.
“It’s not that hard. All you need to do is treat your friends how you like to be treated.”
“You reckon that’s all it is?” Mia said doubtfully.
“You have two ears and only one mouth, which means you should listen twice as much as you speak. Also, don’t be too judgemental. Try to understand their point of view before you offer an opinion.”
“I can do that,” Mia mused.
“Sure, you can,” Jim encouraged. He reached out and took Mia’s hand. He held it lightly, inscribing small circles and swirls over its palm. Mia watched, fascinated, as Jim stroked along her inner wrist to her elbow. Every stroke and swirl sent delicious tingling sensations directly to her nipples and clitoris.
Mia’s lips parted as Jim leaned forward so he could reach her inner upper arm. Unknowingly, she panted as she felt the back of Jim’s hand brushing her outer globe. Mia stared at Jim intently when he moved his right hand to cover her breast and pressed it firmly against her nipple.
“Oh!” Mia gasped as her juices flooded her pussy. She couldn’t believe how intensely her body was responding to Jim’s deft manipulations.
Jim stood and gently pulled Mia to her feet. He pulled her close before humming a soft tune in her delicate ear and encouraging her to dance to his tune. Mia felt Jim’s cock erect against her stomach, and she moaned again, pressing her pudenda firmly against it. Mia’s nipples ached and her clit throbbed. She could not believe how horny Jim’s simple touching and stroking her arm and now his moving smoothly with her had turned her on.
Jim moved seamlessly to another song, this time adding some words in a deep baritone voice. Mia gave herself up to the sweetness of his voice and the eroticism of the dance. Then, Jim carefully unzipped and eased his lengthy, thick, 8-inch cock out of his pants. He ducked a little and slid it along Mia’s perineum. They resumed dancing with Jim’s solid pole sliding over Mia’s clit and across her entrance.
Hotter than she could ever remember being, Mia whimpered as she tried to lift a little higher and accept Jim’s dick inside her. Jim grinned at her, pulled her closer, and refused to let his cock slide into the tall blonde. Mia mewled with need, but meekly accepted Jim’s dominance—it made her want him even more, to where her juices had covered Jim’s cock and soaked his trouser front.
Finally, after a third sung/hummed song, Jim moved his hands to Mia’s muscular bottom. He lifted her higher and slowly, deliciously, lowered her onto his enormous todger. It slid into Mia’s tight passage, igniting her first squealed orgasm even before he bottomed out against her cervix.
“Oh, Jaysus!” Mia panted as Jim pushed her against the wall and proceeded to fuck her with long, fluid strokes. At the end of every plunge, Jim’s cock rapped against her cervix. When this happened with previous lovers, all Mia felt was pain. Not with Jim. The pain was still there, but it somehow combined with the pleasure of his enormous cock roaring up her tight passage to drive Mia wild with arousal. She bit Jim’s neck and screamed into it, “Fuck me! Oh, Jaysus and all His angels wept. Fuck me!”
Sliding his hands up behind her back so he could hold Mia’s shoulders, Jim ripped her down as he powered his hips forward, slamming his thick todger against her cervix with every vicious thrust.
Mia, her eyes rolled back, climaxed and then orgasmed again, muttering, “Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Yes. Harder. Do it, you fucker! Fuck me like the slut I am.”
Instead of obeying, Jim lifted Mia off his cock, spun her around, and bent her over the small dining table. Then, reinserting his cock, Jim smacked Mia’s ass and demanded, “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours, Master.”
“Wrong answer,” Jim roared. He slapped her ass again and repeated, “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours, Jim.”
“Do I own you, do I?” Jim asked sarcastically. “I stick my dick in your horny cunt once and you belong to me?”
“No!”
“Then whose cunt is this?”
“Joshua Westwood’s!” Mia yelled as she crested again.
“Still wrong!” Jim bellowed.
Trying to think between her seemingly endless orgasms, Mia suddenly realised the only truth that matter. “It’s my cunt!” Mia said firmly. “Mine, and it’s not a cunt because I am not a crude person. It’s my pussy.”
Jim eased out of her pussy and said, “Yes, it is. Yet you let me take it. Why is that?”
“Because I wanted you to.”
“Why? I’m not rich, nor do I have a prestigious job that will make me rich one day. Why, when all you’ve ever done is use your assets to ensnare men, why would you willingly give your pussy to a fat older man?”
“Because you’re a decent guy who has treated me well, despite my treatment of you.”
“Now that is a good reason to make love to someone,” Jim smiled. “Now that you’ve got what you wanted, would you like me to go?”
“No,” Mia immediately replied. “I want to suck you until you cum in my mouth, and then I want you to spend the night making love.”
So they did.
Sally and Kylie.
Sally and Kylie said goodnight as the others got off at their floors. With their elbows interlinked, the girls giggled as they walked down the short hall separating their rooms. Sally balked a little before saying shyly, “Would you like to coin for a nightcap?”
Just as shyly, Kylie simpered before replying, “Yes. I’d love to.”
Sally had learned quite a bit about wine from dining with Leo. She looked in the fridge and brought a bottle of Semillon. After popping the cork, Sally poured two glasses, and the girls sat on the two-seater couch. They sipped, not staring at each other and feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Without Sarah, the easy camaraderie from earlier had disappeared. However, both girls had ulterior motives for asking and accepting the drink invitation.
Kylie, the braver if less experienced of the two, took the bull by the horns. The next time Sally lowered her glass, Kylie leant forward and kissed her. Startled, Sally pulled back, but then the urgency in her pussy caused her to moan and lean back in to renew their kiss. The kiss quickly turned from exploratory to passionate, and next thing they knew, the girls were tearing at each other’s clothes, trying to get the other naked as quickly as possible.
Sally admired Kylie’s petite but gorgeously shapely body. Kylie was only a 30B, but on her petite frame, they looked enormous. Sally looked despairingly down at her flat chest. Her A-cups barely held enough to bother wearing a bra. Sally pretty much only did when out in public to hide her thick, elongated nipples. However, her thoughts exploded into pure sexual arousal when Kylie tipped her head forward and lashed her tongue over Sally’s nipples.
“Gawd,” Sally moaned, holding Kylie’s head to her breast.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Kylie suggested.
Holding hands, the girls ran across to the bedroom and almost leapt onto the bed. Their mouths mashed together as they inexpertly kissed, sharing their passion as they did. Slowly, as their arousal grew, they regained control of their emotions, and their kisses morphed into sensual, passionate pashes that drove each other towards a sexual peak.
Sally got there first when Kylie clumsily fingered her clit and lightly bit her nipple. She rolled Kylie onto her back, and taking a deep breath to shore up her courage, slowly kissed down Kylie’s body. Sally paused at Kylie’s stiffened nipples to tease and batter them with her tongue before kissing lower. Reaching her friend’s pussy, Sally hesitated. In their earlier escapade, Kylie had licked Sally’s clit, sending her into a crashing orgasm. Could she do the same for her new friend? Taking a deep breath, Sally decided, ‘Yes, she could!’ She lowered her head, slid her tongue out, and touched it to Kylie’s wetness and heat.
“Oh, my Lawd!” Kylie moaned. “That feels so good!”
Knowing where she liked to be touched, Sally licked along Kylie’s slit onto her button. Sally sucked that divine nub into her mouth before battering it with her tongue. Kylie’s moans increased in volume and intensity, rewarding Sally’s efforts. Kylie’s hands sunk into Sally’s hair, gripping the young woman to her pussy as she waved her hips back and forth, grinding against Sally’s lips.
“Yes!” Kylie hissed as her orgasm hit. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Kylie groaned as her back arched off the bed, trying to stuff her entire pussy into Sally’s mouth.
Sally, remembering what Leo did for her, pressed a finger against Kylie’s dripping centre. She expected to find a hymen, but the opening parted without Sally finding one. Confused, Sally asked, “If you’re a virgin, why don’t you have a hymen?”
“Years of gymnastics,” Kylie explained. “I would have torn it on the beam or the parallel bars in my early teens, or maybe even before.”
“Oh,” Sally responded, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge. “I didn’t know that could happen.”
“Are you a virgin, too?” Kylie asked.
“No,” Sally reluctantly admitted. “Leo, who is my fiancé and was my boss, took it a couple of months ago. I had to pretty much throw myself at him to get him to take it, though.”
“What was it like?” Kylie asked as she scooted higher and cuddled the other girl, letting her hands roam over Sally’s A+-cup breasts.
“Leo was wonderful,” Sally said dreamily. “He was so patient and caring with me, making sure I was hotter than butter on the fry pan when he entered me. But I sucked, you know?” Sally blushed. “I mean, yeah, well ... I did that, too. I mean I had no idea what I was doing. I tried to give Leo a blowjob, and I didn’t think about covering my teeth with my lips and I kind of bit him instead.” Sally giggled embarrassedly. “Even so, Leo remained patient and explained how to do it so I could pleasure him like he did me.”
“Did you, you know, swallow?”
Sally blushed again and replied, “Leo told me I didn’t have to, but I wanted to, you know? I’d cum like a gazillion times to his one, so I wanted to do something special for him.”
“What does it taste like?”
“Salty, slimy. Maybe a bit like a warm oyster, kind of. I dunno how to describe it.”
“But not gross, right?”
“An acquired taste like raw oysters,” Sally explained.
“Did you only do that once?” Kylie asked as she casually took Sally’s hand and placed on her vagina.
Sally grinned at her new friend and slid her middle finger into Kylie’s pussy. “Sounds like someone’s dying to suck her boyfriend off.”
“If you were so bad the first time, maybe I should practice on my male attendant,” Kylie mused as she held Sally’s hand still and ground against it.
“Maybe we could get the two female attendants to show us and teach us?” Sally suggested as she wriggled her ginger inside her new friend and searched for her G-spot. Leo had found Sally’s spot and taught her just how good having that spot played with was.
“Gaawwdd!” Kylie moaned, as Sally’s inexperienced finger stroked over the rough patch that indicated her G-spot. She panted, “Yeah. I think that’s a good idea. Not tonight, though. Tonight is for you and me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sally agreed. “May I taste you again?”
“Please,” Kylie gasped.
It was well beyond midnight before the two inexperienced lovers finally fell asleep.
The First Morning.
After breakfast, as they’d been instructed, Kylie, Sally, Sarah, and Mia stayed in the dining room. Mia and Sally were heading to the kitchen to help with lunch preparation, and Kylie and Sarah had their first class: Fellatio 101. After exchanging quick hugs, the four new friends made their way to their designated areas.
Kylie and Sarah held hands as they entered the small lecture room. They were the last to arrive, with seven other women already there. They took seats towards the back of the room, and were surprised when Imogen Bailey strode into the room, closing the door behind her.
Imogen carried several bananas with her, handing one out to every woman there. “Welcome to Fellatio 101,” Imogen purred in her sultry voice. “Today we will begin to learn how to swallow an average sized cock without choking or gagging. Believe it or not, the bananas on your table before you are all between five and six inches long. Using the self-reported numbers, the average length of a man’s penis is five and three-quarter inches. Now, those of us who have seen a few know that number is exaggerated at best. But I also know that all of your prospective husbands are, in fact, a little longer than these bananas.”
The women in the class tittered and blushed, but not one denied that their fiancés were less endowed than the five-to-six-inch bananas. Imogen continued. “I’m fairly sure each of you knows the basics of cock sucking, so although this is called Fellatio 101, we will begin working on your gag reflexes so you can successfully swallow your man’s entire cock. Nothing impresses a man more than a woman who can engulf his entire cock without retching or choking.”
Imogen moved to the front of the class, taking her banana in her hand. Then, tilting her head to the side, Imogen lay the banana along her cheek, showing that its length was longer than from her lips to the back of her head. “As you can see, even at six inches, the ‘cock’ needs to go partially down my throat before it disappears entirely. So, if I’m lying on my back, with my lover straddling my chest, his tight ass resting on my tits, and he wants me to blow him.” Imogen tilted her head forward as if bending forward to take her man’s dick in her mouth. “Then I need to overcome my natural gag reflex to allow his cock to slide down my throat until his pelvis presses against my nose.”
Taking the banana firmly in her right hand, Imogen slid its tip into her mouth before lasciviously running her tongue around its circumference. Then, swallowing, Imogen allowed the entire banana to enter her mouth, swallowing again as it hit her gag reflex. She gulped the cock-like fruit until all but the banana’s bottom was in her mouth before sliding it back out and addressing the class. “Your gag reflex is a natural thing to prevent you from swallowing anything too big to slide down your throat,” she explained. “It takes some practice to overcome it, but practice is all that’s needed.” Imogen swallowed the fruit again, showing no discomfort as it slid down her throat. “Your turns,” she giggled.
Almost the entire class struggled to take much more than half of their cock substitutes. The exception was Sarah, which Imogen had expected, and, shocking to Imogen and the rest of the class, Kylie. Sarah held the fruit in her shapely hand, slid about half of it in, and then half the base to take the rest. Kylie waited until Imogen was watching and then placed the banana on its bottom end, keeping it upright by holding its base between her flattened, palm down, thumb and forefinger. Then she lowered her lips onto the banana’s tip and engulfed the entire banana with one swift gulp, stopping only when her lips hit the tabletop.
“Impressive,” Imogen told Kylie, an amused smile playing over her face. “Whooda thunk the virgin was such an accomplished flesh flute player?” The rest of the class tittered and then gasped as Kylie nonchalantly bit into and chewed the banana up before swallowing it. “I wouldn’t recommend you do that to Mark, but otherwise, good job. Would you like to help me teach the others?”
“Sure,” Kylie shrugged. “I don’t think Sarah needs any help, so maybe she could help, too?”
“Yes, good idea,” Imogen agreed.
Imogen, Kylie and Sarah spread through the room, showing and explaining how to overcome each woman’s gag reflex. “It’s mostly about being mentally strong enough to squash your body’s inclination to retch,” Kylie explained to one of the fiancées, who struggled to accept more than around half of her cock substitute down her throat. “As the ‘cock’ nears your gag reflex, swallow lots and concentrate on stifling the urge to throw up.”
It took another few minutes of practice, but the young woman eventually managed, with Imogen and Sarah’s encouragement, to swallow her whole banana without retching. She was the last to achieve the feat, and the other class members applauded when she finally managed. Of course, ‘cocks’ of just five to six inches were merely the beginning. Imogen left the room briefly before returning with another basket of the yellow fruit—these were all in the seven-to-eight-inch range.
“Ladies, once you’ve overcome your gag reflex, size from there on is only a matter of degree because once the cock is past your gag reflex, the length doesn’t matter until the cock head enters your throat proper. Another challenge begins then because, of course, a lengthy dick of eight or more inches will occlude your airways and make it impossible to breathe.”
Imogen peeled one of the new bananas and demonstrated, as she had with the first ones, how the length of this ‘cock’ was significantly longer than the width of her mouth. Then, holding the slippery fruit by its base, she then effortlessly swallowed the entire thing, bringing it back out covered in spittle, a streamer reaching from the ‘cock’ to her lips.
“Here’s the thing,” Imogen tittered, amused by her ‘fact’. “With men with small dicks, you should always pretend to struggle to swallow them because it will make them feel more manly if you ‘choke’ on their ‘huge cocks’. However, if you want to impress men with large cocks, swallow them to the root without pause or hesitation, and without the merest hint of choking or retching.” She demonstrated on her banana again, sliding the cock-shaped fruit into her mouth and down her gullet with one smooth, easy action.
The women in this class, after watching Imogen’s demonstration, peeled their bananas and tried to emulate her, with varying degrees of success. The first thing they found was, initially, they had to fight their gag reflex again. Even the small ten-to-fifteen-minute gap between finishing their previous task and starting this one had returned the sensitivity of their reflex. However, this time it did not take them long to suppress it again, and the bananas were soon disappearing down throats with relative ease.
“Well done, ladies,” Imogen said, smiling. “Now we get to the interesting part—we bring in some real cocks for you to practice on.” She opened the door and the various attendants and porters for the women assembled walked in. They crossed to their charges and stood before them. Matthew, Imogen’s husband, stood before her, grinning like that cat that got the canary. His grin widened when Imogen placed a small pillow before him and then knelt on it. “We’ll begin with the standard on your knees blowjob,” she explained. “Ladies, you should welcome your man home with one of these every evening.”
Imogen unbuckled and unzipped Matthew’s pants and pulled them down, exposing his throbbing 8-inch todger. Then, gripping his hips, Imogen free-handed her mouth down Matthew’s shaft until her nose rested in his crinkly pubic hair. Next, she gripped his cock with her right hand and jacked it as she swirled her tongue around his glans and sucked the head like it was a lollypop.
Imogen let her husband’s cock from her mouth with a loud slurp and popping sound. She gazed around at the wide-eyed women surrounding her. Some of them were hooded in arousal, that was evident. “Grab a pillow and get on your knees, ladies,” she commanded.
Several of the women exchanged nervous glances and titters before complying, but the majority almost gleefully fetched a pillow and got on their knees before their assigned helper or porter.
“Again,” Imogen explained as she slowly jacked her husband’s enormous tool. “If your husband’s dick stands at six inches or longer, you should swallow him whole without pause or effort. That is how you impress a man with an above average-sized penis. However, if your husband is less than that, you should choke and pretend to struggle to accept him down your throat, because that is how you make him feel manly and powerful.” Imogen tittered, “However, I can personally attest that none of you will have to pretend to choke with the men before you.”
Imogen went on to fellate her husband, stopping every few minutes both to allow Matthew to cool down and to explain what she was doing and why. She alternated between slowly engulfing his entire cock as she cupped and gently fondled his balls to gripping Matthew’s shaft firmly and jacking it as she lavished attention on his glans. Through all of these actions, Imogen kept a constant, firm suction on her husband’s dick, driving Matthew to the point of no return many times but never once letting him jump over the edge.
The women studied Imogen’s technique until they were sure they had the motions memorised and then turned their attentions to the men they knelt before. Many groans emanated from the standing men as their rampantly erect cocks were slowly engulfed by warm, wet mouths.
Imogen, seeing that her audience was occupied, returned her attention to her husband’s throbbing cock with a vengeance. She stopped playing with it and concentrated on making it explode as swiftly as possible. Matthew’s hands snatched to her head, and with a deep guttural groan, he filled his wife’s greedily sucking mouth with his potent seed. Imogen smiled around the cock in her mouth, proud of how quickly she could bring her man to fruition, despite that they’d lived together for more than ten years.
She smiled up at her man as she tucked him back into his trousers and then wiped the cum that had dribbled from her mouth. The almost forty-five minutes of constant teasing from her gifted hands and mouth had ensured that Matthew had a generous gift for her, a gift she enjoyed receiving despite not getting anything for herself. Imogen’s clit throbbed, and she was wet. Once this lesson was over, she planned on taking Matthew, John, Paul, and Lars back to their home-away-from-home apartment at the academy. Imogen needed a cock in all three of her love holes and a nice, thick dick for her right hand.
Matthew grinned at his wife as he pulled her to her feet. “I’ll get back to work,” he stated. “You know where I’ll be. Come and get me when you’re finished here and me and your boys will quench the slutty fire in your horny cunt.”
“Done deal,” Imogen replied, kissing her man passionately before returning her attention back to her class. She wandered around the class, giving hints and tips to those who seemed to be struggling to get their men over the edge. Before long, every cock had been drained, leaving the women feeling happy and proud of their achievements. For more than one, it was their first successful blowjob.
Imogen knelt before Kylie’s man, who was Lars Lindberg, one of her boys. Lars was still gasping, revelling in the expert blowjob Kylie had just given him. His thick trouser snake still hung outside his trousers, saliva still smothered over it. “I thought you had better control than that, Lars,” Imogen giggled as she took his softening member in her dainty hand.
“Ms Robinson is a beyond excellent fellatrix,” Lars protested. “She had her finger in my ass, massaging my prostate before I had a chance to figure what was happening. I lost the battle not long after that.”
“Me thinks out little Miss Robinson is not quite as virginal as she’s have us believe,” Sarah teased. She’d brought her man, Paul, to fruition not long after Kylie’s success.