Chapter 3

Asia worked 30 hours a week at her day job as a system administrator, sometimes more if there was a problem. She worked another 30 hours or more at the club. I did 30 hours at the club plus school and study time; we were pretty busy. During the odd hour we had free, she’d tell me stories about her sex life before we got together.

Her parents separated soon after she was born in San Francisco. She hadn’t talked to her mother for years. She was in communication with her dad and grandparents though.

She told me that when she was 15, her mother had seduced her boyfriend.

“She was always cheating on my stepdad; he was a good guy, he was a dad to me. My mom always wanted more though; she taught me to lie for her, but I hated it.

I was a bit chubby then, and introverted too believe it or not. I was afraid of sex, afraid I’d be a slut like my mom you know. So me and Mark only made out a lot but hadn’t gone all the way yet, when I found out my mom was fucking him. Can you imagine how that feels? There I was thinking this guy liked me, wondering why he didn’t try a little harder, and then I find out he prefers my Mom!

She’s only 16 years older than me, and she was totally sexy; great figure, great hair, exuberant personality. Tall like me, long legs, great ass. Everyone assumed we were sisters, and everyone knew mom was the hot one. People barely noticed me and I preferred it that way. I lived in her shadow, I loved her and I hated her.

I never blamed Mark, he was only 15, how could he resist her? Mom could reel in any guy she wanted, and she did too. Mark was still my boyfriend in school, we went out, hung out, studied, but he had sex with my mother, not with me. I wanted to talk to him about it but I just couldn’t.

As usual, it was Mom who did the talking.

“Don’t you want to sleep with Mark? You guys have been seeing each other for months.”

“How can I when he’s in your bed every afternoon?” I asked angrily.

Mom’s confident façade slipped and she looked horrified just for a second. “Oh, you figured it out.” She mumbled, and then we had a real talk, maybe for the first time. Mom claimed she had a sexual addiction, she was sorry, it wouldn’t happen again, blah blah. But it did happen again, in fact she seduced almost ever boyfriend I ever had before I moved out.

My mom and my stepfather separated when I was 16. I was relieved to be honest, he deserved better. Mom went wild for a while, aside from stealing my boyfriends she was doing it with half the town. Then settled on one guy. He was good looking and rich.

I decided to take my revenge and do it with her boyfriend. I flirted with the bastard and he couldn’t resist. I was looking better by then, I was working out and dressing well. By which I mean short skirts and heels. I had to compete with my mother, and I couldn’t match her charisma. But I was a teenage girl and I could beat her on pure looks.

Mom pretended she didn’t know, but it was war between us after that. It was tough to compete with her, she’s a force. We were terrible, stealing guys from each other, dumping them, bringing home new ones, I feel bad for the poor bastards now. It was fun sometimes, other times not so much. I was good at getting them into bed, but not very good at keeping them there. I never went down on them, and pretty much just lay still and let them do their thing. Mom was like, the sex queen, and everyone seemed to know it.

I went away to collage when I was 18, and never went back. My stepdad and my grandparents helped me at first, that was before I got into erotic dancing.

I started yoga, and there was something about the instructor, Irene; serene Irene I called her. She held the classes in a big room in her own house. One evening after class we started talking and I told her everything. She invited me to join her tantric sex group. What? Yeah. Sex training. I decided to give it a try. I didn’t realize Irene’s husband Max was the tantric teacher until I got to the first session.

He was sixty two. Irene was in her 40’s She was so beautiful, Chuck; Irene was long, lean, and strong, black hair and dark eyes that made you warm when you looked into them. She sort of glided around the house like a cat.

Irene said I should just watch the Tantra session first, and then decide if I wanted to join the group.

Aside from Max, three women and three young guys were in the group. Irene, Olivia who was young like me, with huge tits and frizzy blond hair, then a skinny older woman, Nadja, with long grey hair.

Later I found out Olivia and Irene were both living there with Max. And they seemed to love each other in a way that was only semi-sexual.

First they all stripped; that was weird. The three boys were just teenagers. Irene had a fantastic body, old Nadja was skinny with a decent ass and no tits. Olivia was short with really wide hips and a great smile. The boys were all good looking, and no one had any body or pubic hair.

I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept going to those young penises. They were all flailing around the place, it was sort of fascinating. Max took his clothes off too; the old bastard had a huge cock, it hung more than halfway to his knees. He had a good face too, but he was short and bald.

Everyone seemed really happy; that was the defining characteristic of the group. They all stripped off and sat on mats on the floor in a semicircle around Max.

As Max gave instruction, they did regular stretching and breathing exercises. Then the weird shit started. Max told the women to insert their Pussymeters. It was a pressure gauge thing. A sort of tube goes inside and a little hose connects it to the gauge. Meanwhile, the guys all put vacuum tubes on their cocks to make them bigger.

It was all so surreal you know. Yet it made sense too. Irene told me everyone can fuck. And just like everything else we do, with some training and some practice, everyone can fuck better.

Max sat in a lotus pose and talked about sex, emotions, and seduction as they all sat in a circle with their genital devices. The women with the gauges inside competed for who could squeeze harder. Irene won but old Nadja was almost as strong. Through it all, everyone seemed to be having fun; that was important.

Then came the partner training. Everyone got their gizmos off first, then as Max explained it to me, the boys lay on their backs with their knees up and Olivia attached another gizmo on each of them. Max had invented it, the Come Meter he called it. A tube in the ass and electric sensors on the balls, it had a gauge that indicated arousal and a buzzer would go off if they started to tense up. They had to pull their ass cheeks open for Olivia to push the sensor in, which was pretty weird.

“What do you think, Susan?” Irene asked me in her soft voice. “Now you see what we do here. Are you horrified?”

“No.” I told her; I was actually a bit horrified, also fascinated and excited. Sex training! Man, what a wild idea. I didn’t think they could teach me anything, I’d been with a lot of guys by then. But I was wrong, I learned a lot from Max and Irene.

“This part is for the boys.” Max explained, “They need to learn to control their ejaculations, that’s what it’s all about for them. So the ladies will try to make them come while they try not to. That’s what tantra is all about, arousal without ejaculation. Does that make sense?”

“You mean like, never?” I asked.

“That’s the ultimate goal for men, to achieve orgasm without ejaculation. For these beginners, we just try to delay orgasm.”

“What about women?” I asked.

“Women get to come as much as they want.” Max said.

“It’s so much fun!” Nadja laughed excitedly.

So the boys stretched out on their mats while the women sat next to them and stroked them a little; first their torsos, then their penises. The boys all had good hardons; one of them, Ken, was seven inches. The other two were a lot smaller.

“This is really just a warmup.” Irene told me with a smile as she dry-masturbated Tom with a soft touch, “Want to give us a hand?”

Everyone laughed, and it all seemed so civilized that I decided to do it. Anyway, that was why I was there. I was the only one with clothes on as I sat next to Tom and took his cock in my hand. Well, it was just a penis like other penises I’d handled. Hot and sensitive. He smiled at me, obviously enjoying it, and I smiled back because I liked it too.

Irene stood up and checked the others. Nadja stroking Ken and Olivia with Harry. “Ok everyone kiss.” Max instructed, and I hesitated. I looked at the boy I was fondling and he smiled at me and squeezed my free hand. So yeah, I kissed him as I pulled on his cock. That was when I started to get turned on.

“Not so hard, Susan.” Irene advised, “You have to go easy when dry. Perhaps you want to take your top off?”

I didn’t have really big ones like Olivia, but they were tight and firm. I saw the come meter go up as I rubbed them on the boy’s chest. I was learning things already. The kissing was nice, I was getting a bit wet in my panties as I shared wet tongue with this kid I didn’t know at all.

“Ok everyone, let’s move on.” Max said, “Ladies, go down on your partners. Susan, Irene can take over if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

I looked at the others. Olivia smiled at me for a moment as she held Harry’s stiff young cock in her hand, before dropping her curly head down onto it. Nadja’s grey head was bouncing up and down on Ken’s young cock as if it was her last meal.

I looked at Irene, she raised her eyebrows in inquiry. I looked at the nervous face of the boy whose cock was pulsing in my hand, then back at Max.

“If you don’t want to that’s ok, I’m happy to take over.” Irene said, “Tom just loves it when I do it to him, don’t you Tom?”

“Yeah.” Tom agreed, “You’re the best miss Irene.”

“You want to make the come meter go up, he tries to make it go down.” Max droned on, “This is one of our main exercises.”

I didn’t want to admit I’d never sucked cock; I looked at Olivia and Nadja as they did it, and thought about how guys never stayed with me, and I decided I just had to do it too. I was surprised; it wasn’t gross at all. I knew straight away when that stiff hot penis filled my mouth, this is good.

I did it how Olivia did, slow and sensual. My thick black hair was in Tom’s hands and his hot little cock quivered in my mouth. I experimented with lip action, speed, and suction as the meter nudged higher. I looked into his eyes, and the needle went up another notch. This was really interesting, I could see exactly how turned on he was be suction, speed, hand pressure, and eye contact.

I sucked and stroked, and he looked terrified; he shivered and the meter went into the red, the buzzer went off. His balls sucked upward and then he gurgled and shook as the machine administered an electric shock through his poor little balls.

“Did he come?” Irene asked me.

“He didn’t quite ejaculate but there’s some leakage.” I told her, still holding the sorry penis in my hands.

“That’s ok.” Irene said, “Tom has to learn. Olivia, show Susan how we put condoms on.”

Olivia held the base of the rubber on her mouth, sucked it in, and then dropped her face over Ken’s cock. “It’s really easy.” She said to me in her musical voice, “You try it.”

I did, to both Tom and Harry. By that time, they had me. I’d only been at it for a half hour and I’d learned more about sex than I ever knew before.

“Now we turn it up a notch.” Max explained to me, “Harry will have intercourse with Nadja as Olivia rubs herself on him. Would you like to help?”

“This is my favorite part of the evening!” Nadja told me happily, her long grey hair hanging half the length of her skinny body, nipples standing hard on her nearly flat chest, and her hairless vagina glistening with anticipation as she rolled onto her back with her muscular legs stretched out wide.