Chapter 20: January 18 - 20

January 18

Nobody said anything about more lessons from Becky this weekend. I thought the lessons were over, now that Katie and I had made love. I slept in this morning, feeling bummed about not having sex on Saturday like I’d had since early in November when Becky started teaching me, preparing me to make love with Katie for the first time. Mom and Dad asked if I was feeling okay when I finally came out of my room around ten. I just shrugged and said I was tired.

Katie called me around noon and asked me over to her house. I knew this was one of the weekends she’d be at her Dad’s house, so I asked her what was going on. She told me that it was time for some advanced lessons from her mom. “And besides,” Katie chuckled. “Mom has really enjoyed the loving you’ve given her, and she’d like to continue if you’re willing. She’s been pretty lonely since she and Dad split up a few years ago.” I told her I’d see if I could spend the afternoon.

After lunch, I asked Dad to drive me over to the Schumans’, telling him that Becky had something for me to do. It wasn’t a lie, exactly. She did have a job for me between her thighs. Dad let me out on the street and was already pulling away when I knocked on Becky’s door. She was wearing a robe when she answered the door and gave me a deep kiss the moment she closed the door behind us. She shrugged off the robe revealing her naked body. Then she gave a little smile, slung the robe over one shoulder and told me to follow her to her bedroom

“Today’s lesson,” Becky began, “is advanced oral sex. “Because of Katie’s virginity, you never used your fingers in our pussies. Now that her hymen isn’t in the way, I’m going to teach you some ways a combination of fingers and tongues can give pleasure.

“You get to put a finger or two in my pussy, and I’m going to help you learn about the G spot.” When I looked confused, she started to explain. “The G spot is a place inside the vagina, and if you hit it just right ... Wow!”

She brought out her laptop and brought up a webpage she had bookmarked. There were diagrams of the vagina, pretty much what we were shown in Health Class, but these had the G-spot labeled and the accompanying text gave descriptions and instructions on how to locate it and how to stimulate it.

She brought up another website, this time a porn video called “How to Make Her Squirt,” and we watched as the guy showed us where to press, what fingers to use, etc. The woman he demonstrated his technique on went wild and sprayed an unbelievable amount of liquid all over everything, including the camera lens.

“Obviously, that’s porn, John,” Becky explained, “and it doesn’t reflect reality very well. However, I can tell you from my own experience that the orgasms I’ve had while probing my G-spot have been amazing.”

“Do you squirt like that?” I asked

“No, but I’m a lot wetter when I’m done,” she answered. “I guess you’d say I’m more of a gusher than a squirter.”

The video was still up, though Becky had paused it, and I could still see the woman lying on the bed. There were wet spots well past her feet, and she looked exhausted from her squirting orgasm.

“Ready to try that on me?” Becky asked as she looked between me and her laptop. I nodded, and she closed the computer and set it aside. “Get those clothes off and let’s make out for a while so I’m good and ready.”

I did just as she asked, and we were soon lying face-to-face on our sides and making out. I could tell from the way she was squirming she was getting excited. I was aroused enough to be leaking pre-cum on her belly by the time she gently nudged me to move lower.

As my girlfriend’s mother rolled onto her back, I dipped my head down to suck, lick and chew gently on her nipples. I alternated between her boobs until she pushed on my shoulders to urge me lower toward her pussy. Her need was becoming urgent, but previous lessons had already taught me not to rush too much. I moved toward the junction of her thighs with teasing kisses. As I moved to get between her legs, Becky spread herself wide.

“Lick me,” she growled, and I began lapping up the juices pouring from her slit. I avoided sucking on her clit so that I didn’t make her cum too soon, but she was losing patience.

“Put a finger in me!” she demanded. Smart boy that I am, I figured that a wet finger would go in better than a dry one, so I sucked on my middle finger for a second before pushing it into Becky’s slick vagina. It was an amazing feeling. I already knew that she was slick, hot, tight and pulsing inside because that’s how it felt to my dick when she and I had made love, but fingers are a little better judge of temperatures, textures and squeezes. My finger confirmed that this pussy felt wonderful.

“Turn your hand over and see if you can feel my G-spot,” Becky panted. “It’s a rough little patch, in just a little and toward the front of my body.”

I probed gently, not wanting to hurt her, and soon found the spot she was talking about. I pushed up against it, which caused her to gasp in pleasure. Her pussy squeezed rhythmically around my finger.

“Now, work another finger into me, just like the video showed,” she directed.

I wet my ring finger in my mouth and worked it and my middle finger into her pussy and curled them upward. When I pulled back on them, it rubbed them against a little crinkled patch inside her and she started going wild. With Becky’s encouragement, I kept working on her that way with my fingers, curling and uncurling them while working slightly in and out of her pussy. She kept getting wetter and wetter. Following my instincts, I bent down to suck her clit into my mouth. By then her hips were rolling so much that I almost couldn’t keep my mouth on her pussy.

Finally, she screamed and went totally rigid with her back arched so high that only her shoulders and her feet were touching the bed. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever witnessed, and it left Becky quivering like an electric current was running through her. But the intensity of her orgasm was only part of it. I was unprepared for the volume of hot liquid that poured out of her. At first I thought it was pee, but it tasted exactly like the juices that I’d been enjoying since my very first taste of her pussy in December. It was a surprise, but it wasn’t an awful experience for me. Becky, though, was horrified after she’d come down from her climax and saw the amount of liquid she’d sprayed on me and the huge wet spot under us. She thought she’d peed on me, but I reassured her that it wasn’t urine, and that I enjoyed the taste.

“I just wasn’t ready for that much of it at once,” I said.

“That’s the first time that’s ever happened to me,” she exclaimed. “It was also one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had. If I ever recover my strength, I want you to try giving me another one.”

“I think a towel might be a good thing in the future,” I deadpanned. “Meanwhile, can I help you with laundry? The sheets probably need to be washed.”

Becky laughed and told me she’d take care of the laundry, but that I’d probably want a quick shower before we did anything else. I had to agree. I even had pussy juice on my back. I helped Becky gather up the wet sheets and the mattress pad so she could start them washing. Fortunately, it hadn’t soaked through to the mattress itself. When she left with the sheets, I started a shower. Becky joined me before I was done and I helped her wash her back. She didn’t let me help with cleaning her pussy, saying she was just too sensitive at the moment.

Our showers concluded, we dried off and returned to the bedroom. Becky and I put the bottom sheet on the bed, after which she told me to lie back and give her some room between my legs. She knelt between my thighs and gently took my semi-hard cock in her hands. It didn’t take long to get completely hard.

“There’s not a lot of advanced techniques to blowjobs, in my opinion,” she told me, “but one thing that can elevate the experience is making it last as long as possible. I know rule four should prohibit me from talking about past sexual experiences and partners, but I once managed to stretch a blowjob out for forty-five minutes. He was almost crying, begging me to let him cum. When he did, well, ‘wow’ hardly begins to describe it.”

“How so?” I asked her.

“For one thing,” Becky giggled, “the longer you’re kept hard and on the edge, the bigger your load will be. I almost drowned!”

“I’m not sure I can last very long,” I told her. “First of all, I haven’t cum since last week with Katie. Second, I know what your mouth does to me. I’ll be lucky to last forty-five seconds.”

Becky just laughed. “I promise to make it last as long as I can for you, OK?”

I nodded. I remember the first time she sucked me and how agonizing that was. I thought it had taken a half hour for me to cum, but it was actually only about five minutes of pleasure that bordered on agony, and that was after I’d already cum once that morning. Today was going to be something, for sure.

“It looks like you’re ready for me to start,” Becky laughed, directing my attention to my hard-on, which was throbbing in her hand. “Make note of the time. I’m going to try and keep you going for at least an hour if I can, or should I say if you can hold out that long.”

I looked at the clock. “It’s 2:12,” I told Becky. She just smiled and opened her mouth as she lowered her head to begin sucking on me. I held my breath for a few seconds, expecting her tongue to go wild on my most sensitive spots, but my girlfriend’s mother kept everything gentle. It was very sensuous, so I relaxed a little. Becky alternated techniques and actions, sometimes sucking on the head of my cock, sometimes licking gently around either the head or shaft. At other times, she took my dick out of her mouth and licked up and down the sides of it. A couple of times she ran her tongue all over my balls.

She might have looked like she was lost in whatever pleasure she got from sucking me, but she had to have been tuned into my pleasure as well, since every time I got close to getting off, she would back off or slow down on what she was doing to me. Sometimes she even told me she could tell I was getting too close to the edge.

“Your balls tighten up and almost pull inside you,” she pointed out. “Plus, your dick gets harder and hotter in my mouth when you’re close to cumming. That’s how I know you’re feeling too good.”

I could only nod in response as I looked down into sparkling green eyes that looked so much like Katie’s. She hummed happily to herself, causing amazing vibrations around my dick, and went back to sucking. I was becoming a panting and sweaty mess on her bed as she continued her pleasurable torture.

After a little longer, I was getting close to the edge again. I could feel my cock getting extra stiff and could feel my balls drawing up tight. Becky noticed it, too, and stopped sucking. She also did this thing where she pressed a spot behind my balls and it not only took away the urge to cum, it almost killed my erection. I went from super hard to bordering on limp in a matter of seconds. She giggled at her cleverness.

On and on it went, with Becky teasing me toward a climax but denying it to me every time I got almost there. I could tell that my pre-cum was flowing almost continuously, and Becky made a show of letting a big gob of it accumulate at the tip of my cock and licking it off.

“I really like the taste of your pre-cum,” she commented. “It’s sweet and tasty!”

I don’t know if she took pity on me or just didn’t back off in time or not enough, because I finally got to a point where I couldn’t hold back my orgasm anymore. Becky was licking along the side of my shaft at the moment, so her mouth wasn’t in place to catch any of the cum that spewed from me. She jacked me with long strokes as she sucked on that super-sensitive spot near the head of my cock. I almost screamed because it was feeling so good.

Since she had my cock pointed almost straight up when I came, my powerful orgasm shot high into the air and drops of semen rained down all over us. I swear there were at least ten good shots that went a couple of feet up, and a few more dribbles that oozed weakly from me as the orgasm finally started to wind down. I felt droplets of cum starting to cool all over my stomach and chest. Becky’s face and hair were plastered with, too. She even had some in her eye.

Still panting, I glanced over at the clock. It was 3:05, so I told Becky.

She laughed. “I don’t know whether to celebrate a new personal record of fifty-three minutes, or pout because I didn’t make you last an hour. Maybe I’ll just have to try again another time.”

“Can we have a shower first?” I begged.

Becky agreed that a shower would be a good thing, and suggested we have a mid-afternoon snack when we were dry. We had almost as much fun in the shower as we’d had in the bed earlier, spending a little too long making sure we had cleaned each other’s private parts enough. She had me hard and throbbing again before she finally stopped ‘washing’ me and let me rinse off. We were soon dry and wearing robes as we sat in the kitchen for a snack.

Becky talked about some other ways I could pleasure her and Katie with my mouth and fingers, mostly variations of what we had done earlier, but not always so intense as G-spot stimulation. She mentioned ‘fisting,’ but admitted she didn’t like to have more than three fingers in her, adding that Katie probably wouldn’t enjoy being stretched like that, either.

“There’s also toys, like dildos and vibrators,” Becky said. “They come in all sizes and a lot of shapes from lifelike to improbable.”

I asked her what she meant by improbable, and she ran back to the bedroom for her laptop. A quick search turned up products from a place called Bad Dragon, some of which looked like what you’d expect a male dragon to be packing. I didn’t know what to say to that. Becky just laughed and admitted the thought of them didn’t do much for her, either.

“But sometimes a toy is more than just a masturbation aid,” Becky said. “Sometimes playing with a toy together can be a lot of fun.”

“You’ll have to buy them if you want to play that way,” I told her. “Otherwise, we’ll have to wait a few years.”

“I can do that,” my girlfriend’s mother smirked. “But I’ll consider it a lesson, so I get to go first. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“I’ll add it to the lesson plan, then,” she nodded. “I only have a few more lessons planned for you after this, but I’d like for you to keep coming over even if it won’t be so much about teaching you anything.”

“I’d like that,” I grinned.

“I thought you might.”

When we finished up our snacks, my girlfriend’s mother took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, where we put another fresh set of sheets on her bed. We also put down a couple of fluffy towels just, in case, and I got to practice on Becky’s G-spot again. The results this time, while quite enjoyable for her, weren’t quite so spectacular as the first time, and I managed to stay mostly dry. She wasn’t complaining, though.

We gathered up the towels, which had kept her juices from soaking the sheet, and I slipped away briefly to wash my face. When I returned, I found Becky still naked, lying spread eagle on her back in the middle of her bed. I took it as an invitation and soon had my hard-on lined up with her vagina. She was still juicy, so I slid in easily. She wrapped her arms and legs around me like she was afraid I’d try to get away. No chance of that.

“Make love to me, John,” my girlfriend’s mother urged. “Slow and gentle. Don’t try to hurry. Make it last.”

I slowly moved in and out of Becky’s clasping pussy as she gently rolled her hips to meet my thrusts. It felt amazing to make love with her slowly like this, but the intense sensations from her rippling internal muscles soon had me building up toward a climax. Becky must have notice that my breathing or my movements had changed because she slowed down and pushed me up so we could look at each other.

“It’s just like when I was sucking you earlier,” she told me. “Pay attention to what your body is telling you. Pace yourself. If you have to pull out, that’s OK, too. It would be perfectly acceptable to take a break, go down on me, and let your cock settle down for a minute.”

For now, just taking that break for a little lesson was good enough to back me away from the ledge for a while, so I went back to slowly working my cock into Becky’s pussy. When the feelings intensified again and my balls started feeling tighter, I pulled out of her for a moment and slid down to suck on her clit for a little while. She purred in appreciation.

Once the urges had settled some, I slid back into her and we started making love again. This time, I noticed that Becky’s arousal was building. She was starting to moan and move more urgently under me, so I assumed she was getting ready to cum. I increased my pace and force a little to match what she seemed to want. I was still paying attention to my own body, noticing that I was getting close to my own climax, so I hoped I could last long enough to push Becky over the edge.

It was close, but I made it. Becky got to where she was driving her heels into my butt, urging me to drill her harder or faster or something, and I was frantically trying to hold back my climax while simultaneously pounding her at the pace she wanted. At last, she went rigid, squeezing me tight with both her arms and her legs, and moaned as her orgasm rolled over her. The sound of her pleasure coupled with the tight clasping of her pussy muscles had me crashing over right behind her, filling her depths with my load.

We lay there, panting and kissing, until my cock softened and slipped out of her. I rolled to her side, still a little breathless, and she rolled to face me.

“That was perfect, John!” she beamed. “You’re becoming a very skilled lover.”

“I have a good teacher,” I teased as I pulled a blanket up from the foot of the bed to cover us.

She kissed me deeply when I lay back down and we held each other, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. It was dark outside when we finally woke up. After another shower, Becky called for some Chinese food to be delivered and we ate together, side-by-side on the couch, while watching TV. She finally took me home around nine.

“You realize that I’ll probably have to sleep in Katie’s bed tonight because I’m out of clean sheets,” Becky teased me as we were kissing goodbye in her car. “And I’ll be washing sheets and towels all day tomorrow. It was worth it, though.”

“You did seem to enjoy yourself,” I chuckled.

“As did you, smarty,” Becky laughed as she elbowed my ribs. “Now go inside before I make you do me in the car.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered, climbing from the car. Mom and Dad were already up in their bedroom when I came in the house, so I told them good night as I passed their door. They didn’t answer. I brushed my teeth and did all those bedroom things before I slipped between the sheets. I could hear Mom’s happy sex moans through the walls and tried to ignore them while I texted Katie to tell her good night. Even though I’d only cum twice today, they were both huge orgasms after long periods of arousal and I was totally worn out by them. I decided to save it for Katie if we could be by ourselves long enough on Sunday.

January 19

Sunday was the usual day of rest. I slept until about eleven, and when I got up it was obvious that Mom and Dad hadn’t been up long themselves. The coffee was still brewing, and they were both wearing robes and slippers. Then again, they had a late night. They were still making sex noises when I fell asleep. I think they might have been on their third round.