Piano Teacher

Piano Teacher

Ashley was a child prodigy who began playing her mother's piano as a young child. When she surpassed her mother's instructional ability, she was given professional tutoring. She received a full musical scholarship at a local university at eighteen years of age. For pocket change, she tutored children.

Jonathan (Jon) became one of Ashley's tutees at age eight. He was somewhat of a prodigy himself. Because of that he and Ashley got along very well. She understood his moods and the pressure parents can place on children with talent.

Ashley graduated with a BA in music and found a position with a symphony orchestra a half hour's drive from home. She expanded her tutoring with a concomitant increase in fee. Her apartment continued to serve as her studio. Jon, who was now eighteen himself, was still one of her tutees. He was leaving for college in several months. Despite the ten years difference in age, they remained close... kindred spirits.

Jon found Ashley to be the one person in the world he could talk to about anything. When he didn't feel like practicing, Ashley would sometimes engage him in conversation about life, love and music.

One such day, found Jon talking about a problem with his girlfriend.

"She's ready to be intimate... I think," he said.

Slightly surprised, Ashley responded, "OK, Are you not ready?"

"Well, umm, yeah... but I don't... this is hard to talk about."

They had discussed many, many things over the years... even his on again, off again relationship with Sara, his girlfriend. Jon was socially clumsy... not inept just awkward. Ashley appreciated the difficulty of the discussion. She, herself, had social issues at his age.

"I'm willing to help or offer suggestions, if you're willing to share. Of course, if you're not ready to talk about it, that's OK too."

"I do want to talk about it. I need to talk about it. It's just embarrassing..."

"More embarrassing than your first effort at Haydn's Piano Concerto No. 11 in D Major?"

Jon laughed. "Maybe not that embarrassing!"

She had come to think of Jon as her favorite pupil. He had talent and practiced diligently. But he had other interests... tennis for one. He played on his high school team all four years and had received a scholarship offer in tennis from several colleges. He had a lithe build... thin, supple, and graceful. He was never going to be a concert pianist, but he could easily play professionally.

Allowing him the opportunity to decide whether to talk or not, she waited.

"It's just that Sara is pushing me to be intimate and..." he trailed off.

"A moment ago, you said she was 'ready' but you weren't sure. Now you say she's 'pushing' you. I'm not trying to be argumentative, but there's a big difference..."

"I know... I'm not being clear. She's actually said she would like to take our affection to the next level."

"And you interpret that to mean intercourse?"

"Well, uh, we've... uh. We've touched each other's... you know," he said, his eyes pleading for understanding."

"OK. Have you caressed each other to orgasms?"

Jon's ears were beet red. They were clearly visible because he had his head down, staring at the floor. Ashley waited.

"I can't do this! I can't talk to you about it. Maybe I should just break up with her."

"You really like Sara."

"But I'm afraid... I don't know... I'm a virgin, alright? I said it. I'm not sure how to please her. What if I do it wrong? I'm sorry this is just too much to talk about with you. I'm so embarrassed."

"I understand. Everybody has to have a first time at some point. I was a virgin until I was a year older than you. So, I get it."

He looked up at her astonished. "You were a virgin?"

She chuckled, "Everybody's a virgin until they aren't."

"What was it like your first time? Were you scared?"

"That's not a question to idly ask someone. But because we're talking about sex and have known each other so long, I'll answer your question."

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have..."

"Be quiet, relax. I said I'd answer your question. You used the words, 'afraid,' unsure about 'pleasing,' and worry about doing it 'wrong.' I felt all the same feelings. I cared about the boy, who by the way, had no more experience than you do. Our relationship was at the same point as yours. We both jumped off the cliff together."

"And?" He asked.

She smiled at his innocent tenacity. "And we both survived. I wasn't lubricated enough, so penetration was difficult. He ejaculated in less than a minute. I didn't have an orgasm. We both felt 'less than' and tried again an hour or so later."

"I would just die, if I shot the sherbert that quickly!"

Ashley laughed out loud. "What a colorful expression!" The truth is you are much more likely to lose your 'sherbert' before she does."

"What... why?"

"Boys... young men are more likely to get off faster than their partner. It might be because there're too excited or simply don't understand female arousal."

"I want this to be enjoyable for both of us. That's what I'm so worried about. Can you help me not make that mistake? Can you teach me?"

"Jon, you've always been one of my favorite pupils. I feel like we're good friends as well..."

Jon jumped in, "You've always been great with me... treated me as an adult, even when I wasn't. I admire you as an important female figure in my life. Heck, I've even had a crush on you for a long time."

Ashely smiled warmly. "I know it's stupid but, I've been a little infatuated or something with you. Particularly since you're an attractive young man now."

Jon's eyes were wide open with surprise. "I'm amazed because I've never thought that... you know a kid looking at a role model. I just never had the courage to say anything."

"We should always strive to be honest with people in our life that we care about," she said.

They looked at each other for a few moments.

'Is she willing to physically help me learn how to do it right?' He wondered.

'Is he asking me to show him how to make love?' She speculated.

"I sure want it to go right with Sara. I need some help... a tutor." He asked, looking like a lost puppy dog.

"Are you asking for advice or physical instruction?" She asked with a straight face, but her heart pounding rapidly.

Jon blushed and stammered, "I guess... uh. You always say practice makes perfect."

She stared at him. He wilted, dropping his head and eyes to the floor again.

'You've been lusting after this young stud muffin for a year. It's so unethical... absolutely wrong. He's an adult and leaving for college in a couple of months. You've known him since he was eight years old. He's not a kid anymore! It's just wrong. I wonder how big his cock is.'

"Look at me," she insisted. He raised his eyes to meet hers, expecting to get blasted. 'Shit! She might even tell my parents!'

"I'm willing to teach you how to treat a woman in bed. But however this goes, there are some ground rules."

"Whatever you want," he interjected.

"Please be quiet and let me finish. I want to make it very clear... this is a one-off situation. I'll help once... no ongoing 'support.'

"I understand. You are helping me with my relationship with Sara... my girlfriend. You aren't looking for that kind of relationship with me."

"Good, You've got a clear understanding of what this will be."

"Yes... and thank you!" He smiled.

"Alright, I will only consider doing this if we have complete agreement to the ground rules."

"Yes, Ma'am! I'm listening," he said quickly.

"First, tell your parents you want to quit piano lessons. I won't take their money to give you sex education. Tell 'em you want to take a break, but that you will continue at the university."

"OK"

"Second, if you tell anyone... literally anyone in your life what happens during our 'studies' I will hunt you down and kick your ass! Not really, but I will be incredibly disappointed and never speak to you again.

"I won't"

"Third, we will agree on a day... maybe a Saturday or Sunday. You will take a very thorough, long shower, washing every part of your body before coming here. You will stay most of the day. We will focus on increasing your in vivo... you know what that means?"

"It means 'in life.'"

"Yes, increasing your life experience in proper love making. You must devote the entire day to it and follow my instructions explicitly. As your piano teacher, I suggested things and asked you to practice. As your sex tutor, I expect absolute obedience. If you feel uncomfortable with anything I ask, you may stop the lesson."

"Understand... obey all directions or opt out of the tutoring."

"Fourth, no masturbation for a week before we meet. I want you to have a loaded pistol for the lessons."

"OK... hardest rule so far, but I won't jerk-off for a week."

"Good! This is the craziest thing I've ever done, but let's pick a date."

***

The fated day arrived, and Jon showed up at the specified time. Ashely met him at her door and took him back to the studio, where she conducted piano lessons.

"Have a seat on the piano bench," she suggested. "Do you have any questions, before we start?"

"Uh, n... no. I'm a little nervous."

"That makes two of us. I have to admit I'm having second thoughts. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Figuring it all out with your partner is the way most people learn."

"I'm just too anxious about messing it up. You know me. I'm not good in social situations. Unless you just don't want to do it because I'm so young."

"You're 18 and I want to do it. I just want to be sure this is what you really need."

"Please help me!" He pleaded.

She surrendered to his appeal. "Alright, let's start with you sitting on the piano bench."

Jon was over-the-moon excited and had been all week. He got boners at random times every day, thinking about 'it!' He was going to have sex with a beautiful, wonderful, full-grown woman!

Ashely hadn't had partnered sex in several months. She was dating a man who got transferred by his company. So, she was horney... but still struggling a little with the idea of intercourse with the kid. She imagined she was 'taking advantage' of an 18-year-old. She didn't view herself as a cougar, although that's exactly how she was acting. 'It's a special circumstance,' she told herself... helping a friend and getting to play with a youthful, hard body... 'Just go with it! He's well built, has no adult baggage. Plus, he will do anything you ask him to!'

She leaned over, so they were face to face. "Kiss me with passion," she whispered to him.

Jon put his hands on her jawline and pulled her towards him. Before their lips touched, his tongue penetrated her mouth. She pulled back from him.

"Excellent 'movie' kiss... not romantic or passionate in vivo."

"I'm sorry. I... Uh... I'm not good at this."

"Stop right there, Jon."

"Huh?"

"Running yourself down and catastrophizing about mistakes isn't helpful. If you fall apart every time I coach you, this won't work. In piano lessons when you are trying to play a new passage and I say, 'again,' you stop and restart. You don't get nervous or jiggy... right?"

"Uh, right," he replied.

"Same thing... different setting. OK?"

"OK"

"So, holding my head was nice. Just keep it gentle. Now, kiss me with your lips first and then, as I respond, tease your tongue against mine. Allow the passion to build. Give it a try."

Jon focused on following Ashely's instructions. He allowed his lips to engage hers and meld together. Only after he felt her tongue, did he involve his own. Their tongues began an enthusiastically hot tango... twisting, tumbling, and tangled. In under a minute their breathing accelerated, as their sexual drive kicked in. In short order he was hard, and she was wet.

Ashely gently disengaged and straightened up. "My god! Jon... that was fantastic."

He looked confused. "Why did you stop? I thought I did something wrong."

"OK, first of all... No! You did it right. Secondly stop overthinking everything. Understand?"

"So, I didn't do anything wrong. Why didn't we keep going?

"What would you do next? Define 'keep going'" She inquired.

"Oh! Uh... I'm not sure."

"Think about it and give me your idea."

He thought a few moments. "Maybe I would... Uh... touch your breasts?" He offered hesitantly.

"That works for me, but there's another step in between. You need to unbutton my blouse."

"Right... should I ask first?"

"Excellent awareness. Certainly, if you're unsure the woman is consenting. But read the situation between us. Tell me what was happening while we kissed."

"It was smokin' hot!"

"What were you feeling?"

"I was totally turned-on."

"And?"

"I... Uh, I got an erection."

"What was I feeling?" she asked.

"I'm not sure..."

"Guess," she pushed.

"You, uh, your tongue was moving faster. And... and... umm you were breathing faster."

"So...?"

"You thought it was smokin' hot too?" He replied.

"Yes, I did. Now kiss me again and after a few moments reach up to the top button of my blouse and undo it."

Ashely leaned over and they resumed their french-kissing. Somewhere in the frenzy of passion, he stood to embrace her fully. When they were both breathing heavily, Jon reached over and unbuttoned her top button.

Ashely moaned softly. He read her correctly and continued down the trail of buttons. When he reached the bottom, she pulled the blouse off and tossed it aside. She also reached back and released her bra, which joined the blouse somewhere.

Jon broke the kiss and brought his hands down her arms to her wrists. She straightened her back, offering her freed breasts to him.

"You're beautiful," he marveled. She pulled his lips to her chest. He licked, kissed and suckled each nipple until it was hard. She moaned and whimpered at his astonishing performance. She was really getting turned-on.

"I'm certainly getting a buzz through my nipples. Phenomenal foreplay, Jon. I can't offer any area of improvement."

"Sara really loves for me to kiss her breasts." He grinned.

"Let me sit down on the bench. You're making my knees weak. I fully appreciate your titty expertise. I now understand why Sara wants to move to the next level. You're driving her out of her mind!"

"You want me to stop?"

"NO! I most certainly do NOT want you stop," she said between moans.

He continued lavishing his tongue and lips attention to her breasts. She felt like she might have an orgasm with her pants on. After another several minutes, it seemed best to move along. She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper and encouraged him to pull them off.

"Alright tiger, you have gotten Sara and me all hot and bothered with your tongue. Let's move on. I've given you tacit permission by loosening my jeans, for you to take them off. Don't yank them. Take your time and make everything sensual."

Jon kneeled down at the end of the bench. His hands were shaking as he slowly pulled her last two pieces of clothing down her thighs, over the knees, down the calves, and off the feet. She rested her elbows behind her on the bench and planted her feet on either side.

Ashely spread her knees out enough to slightly separate her labial lips. She was wet and thought he could probably see that. Jon's mouth dropped open and his eyelids seemed to disappear. He looked hypnotized. She allowed him a few moments to 'survey' the playing field.

He whispered to her, "Is it alright if I take my pants off. My boner is going to break if I don't release the pressure?"

She giggled, "For goodness sake don't break it now! You're going to need it in a few minutes."

He smiled and jumped up. She thought he intended to get completely undressed, but he only removed his shorts... he still even had his shoes on. His briefs were tantalizingly tented. The boy seemed to be packin' something noteworthy. He knelt back down between her legs.

"Use your hands, lips, and tongue to slowly work your way up here," she murmured, pointing to her pussy.

Jon swallowed hard and placed his hands on Ashely's feet. He squeezed once and moved up to her calves. After grazing his fingers along the back of her calves, he skipped over the knees.

"This isn't a race, start over. I'm offering my body to you... savor it. Tender caressing is thrilling to a woman."

Jon began his usual response, "I'm sor... Umm... Your legs are gorgeous. So smooth," he whispered, as he kissed the arch of her foot.

"Attaboy!" She replied and then drifted back into luxurious sensuality.

He massaged, kissed, and licked his way very slowly upwards. Alternating between each leg, he left no muscle group untouched. Since he was constantly glancing to the incredible place between her legs, it took him many meandering minutes to reach her upper thighs.

Ashely spread her feet further apart and pulled him up and on her. He licked and kissed randomly without any focus. She decided to get him undressed.

She stood and walked around him, putting her hand on the keyboard caused a loud cacophony of notes. She pulled him up off his knees and slipped his t-shirt over his head. He kicked his shoes away and sat down on the bench to pull his socks off. Once the socks were gone, there was only one piece of clothing left. He put his fingers in the waist band.

"Let me," she asked.

He shivered with excitement, dropping his hands to his side. The briefs were royal-blue. The front was expanded dramatically, outlining his hard cock. The highest point of the distortion was a dark navy-blue color. The splotch of darker color was large and some of the pre-cum had worked its way through the material. It was white like the crest of a wave on dark water.

Ashely pulled the briefs down, freeing his handsome cock. It wobbled and pulsed at its' freedom. She wanted to take it in her mouth but feared he would blow his wad. Instead, she urged him to sit on the bench. She moved around behind him straddling the bench facing his back.

Jon was strangely relieved her lips didn't engulf his manhood. He knew if her lips touched him, he would cum. He had never been so close without cumming. He was disappointed when she stood, but also relieved. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to do so while fucking.

From behind him, Ashely kissed his back and shoulders. While holding his chin and tilting his head back, she began gently biting his neck, ears, and shoulders. These love bites were alternated with licking and sucking. He whimpered with pleasure.

Her free hand moved around his body to his chest. Then down to his cock. She just held it without stroking. She knew he was close and didn't want him prematurely cumming. He didn't know what to do. He attempted to turn his head to kiss her, but she held his chin firmly. She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth and breathed hot air in his ear.

He came. Huge ropes of cum shot up vertically and came down around his lap. He cried out excitedly, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" As the orgasm passed, he muttered, "I'm sorry! I couldn't stop..."

Ashely stood and while walking around his side said, "Don't worry honey, we've both got a lot left in the tank." Picking up a towel, specifically placed for this purpose. She knelt by the bench and began cleaned him off.

"I wish I could have waited and... you know... uh... given you some pleasure."

She hushed him. "It's OK. The phoenix will rise again."

After cleaning him up with the towel, she licked his still plump, but not erect, cock. She held it up with a few fingers while licking it entirely clean. When she was done, he was stone-hard again.

Looking up at his face, she smiled, "See! All better." Then she pulled him into her mouth and took his entire erection down her throat. He groaned in ecstasy.

Ashely looked up into his eyes while rimming his cockhead with her tongue. She lifted his balls out of the way and ran her tongue around his perinium, while backhandedly stroking him. After a couple of minutes, she switched to deep-throating him. Then back to tongue-bathing his balls and nether regions. The alternating process was driving towards the cliff.

He tried to pull her off... she refused to give it up. He came with an amazing amount of stamina, while fully inside her mouth. She was able to swallow most of it. What little escaped her mouth landed on his pubis. She got up and found the cummy towel. Using the dry parts, she cleaned him again. He didn't speak... he was at a loss for words.

"Let's take a break"

She handed him his shorts and said, "I'll meet you in the kitchen."

He pulled them on commando and walked the short distance. She came in almost right away, wearing a sheer cover-up. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out a couple of different cheeses and some grapes. After laying them on the table, she got some crackers from the pantry.

"What would you like to drink?" She asked politely.

"What do you have?"

She offered coke, milk, tea, or water. He opted for the coke. She again went to the refrigerator, and he followed her with his eyes. After opening the door, she bent at the waist to retrieve his drink from the bottom rack. The coverup's thin material clearly revealed the cleft between the white orbs of her butt.

Despite two recent ejaculations, his cock stirred in his shorts. When she turned to bring the coke to him, her dark areolas and trimmed bush were also evident. He ogled the view and his cock grew.

"See something you like?" She jauntily asked.

'Oh... uh... I'm..."

"Don't you dare apologize. I wore this so you could see the goods. I want you to be turned on. Are you getting hard?"

His ears were stoplight red and his cheeks a dark pink. He was busted and there was no denying it.

"Yes I am. You're too good-looking for me not to be." He answered.

"Will you take off your shorts and show me?" She challenged.

"Will you remove the negligée?"

"Why? It's not hiding anything. Is it?" She coyly asked.

In a move born of lusty insanity, Jon stood up and pulled his shorts off. His cock leaped up when freed from its' cloth coffin and waved hello to Ashely before settling, pointed up to the ceiling.

"Very nice-looking man rocket, Jon. It seems happy to be out of your pocket. I must say, I enjoy seeing it. So, I will remove my coverup."

"Thank you, Ashely. I guess I don't need to tell you how much I appreciate seeing you."

"No, the evidence is in plain view," she laughed.

They ate and chatted for a half hour. Jon's boner sagged. When the snacks had been snacked, she offered a bathroom for him to "freshen up."

"There's a new toothbrush in there for you. Let's meet back in the studio in five or ten minutes... OK?"

"I'll be there," he stated emphatically.

Jon got there first. When Ashely arrived, she asked him to sit on the bench again. He sat and she knelt between his legs. Before she did anything, his cock began growing, for two reasons. He had never experienced warm human breath on his cock, nor had anyone stared so intently at it. She watched and when he was pointed at the ceiling, She rimmed around his cockhead with her tongue.

He groaned with pleasure. "Oh my god. That feels unbelievably good."

Ashely dragged her tongue down the front of his erection and flicked around his balls. She was unsure of his interest in ball play, so she tentatively eased her lips over and under one of his nuts. He moaned pleasantly, so she caught it with her teeth. Turning her head to look at his eyes, she saw a glob of pre-cum ooze out of the tip. His eyes were closed.

Jon thought he might lose his mind. The things she was doing with her lips were incredibly sensual. It was like a never-ending flow of how it felt just before you ejaculate... except he wasn't close to losing his load.

She moved balls out of the way and moved her tongue down to the perinium. He squirmed, "Holy fuck! That's sooo good."

He seemed to be really enjoying her tongue work... she certainly was. In a new twist for her, she lifted his thighs, causing him to put his hands behind himself on the bench. He leaned back, while she lifted more. His pink knot came into her view. She planted her lips and rimmed him, even going so far as to tongue fuck him briefly.

Jon muttered, "Too much... please stop... It's too good!"

She allowed him thighs to drop back down. "That was fun," she laughed.

Ashley stood and moved to a love seat placed so parents could watch their kids practice. She laid on her back holding on to one of the sofa arms. Then raised her legs up against the back of it, exposing everything to his gaze. Jon jumped off the bench, sending his cock wildly swinging. He knelt facing Ashely's camel toe and placed his hands flat on the back of her thighs.

Her labial lips were engorged which gave them a dark pink coloring. Lubrication sparkled in the light. Her clit looked like a little man standing in a pink canoe. Jon was in awe of her steaming sexuality and felt an ancient, primal need to bury his cock deep inside her.

"Use your tongue," she purred.

Jon continued to stare, seemingly unaware of Ashely's request. He was panting through an open mouth. His cock twitched, dribbling pre-cum on the floor.

"Jon?"

"... Uh... Huh?"

"Use your tongue like you did to my breasts."

Jon went at her like a newborn puppy seeking their mother's teats. What he lacked in knowledge, he made up for with enthusiasm. His tongue roamed around and in all parts of her labia. Ashely was really enjoying the attention and felt herself building to an orgasm. 'This time I'm getting' off from his efforts! It's been a little one sided in the orgasm department.'

She was turned-on with the whole crazy situation of 'tutoring' this boy. She grabbed his hair and pulled his lips to her clit. He was suckling her dickette like a gay guy at a glory hole. It was too aggressive, but she was so close to nirvana it didn't matter. She came with a moaning scream. He kept after her, as she blasted through her orgasm. Eventually, she had to grab his hair again to pull him off.

Jon sat back on his heels and stared in wonder at what he had done for her. She smiled and rested her calves on his shoulders. He stared at her drippy pussy like a dog on a leash looking at a duck. She recovered quickly and decided it was time to take this boy's cherry.

Ashely pulled her legs back up and leaned against the sofa back. "We're going to have intercourse (she was thinking 'fuck' but was trying to be more tutorial). I want you to get your right knee on the sofa and push your erection between my labial lips. I'll help guide you."

Jon complied. He was dripping pre-cum, and she was dripping wet... friction wasn't an issue. She helped guide him in. He pushed slowly inside her, like he was walking down a dark alley without a flashlight. When his pubis bumped up against her labia, he stopped. She waited... and waited... and waited.

"How does that feel," she asked, trying to see if he was coherent.

"Unfucking believable!" he squeeked.

"It feels even better if you slide in and out," she suggested.

Jon began pumping at an extremely slow pace... but he was moving, much to Ashely's desire. He reached up and palmed her left breast, lifting it slightly and squeezing a little. Then he caught the nipple between his thumb and index finger and softly pinched it. He felt like he was having an incredibly erotic dream. He had a tit in one hand, his cock in a warm, gripping pussy, and a beautiful woman smiling at him.

Ashely reached up and laid her hand along his cheek. He smiled languorously. She pulled his face down and kissed him, pushing her tongue around his. As they kissed, she slid her legs down the sides of his body, allowing him to lean onto her more fully.

Jon held himself off of her chest with an elbow pushed against the sofa back. He began pumping slightly faster, as their French-kissing generated some passion. He played with her hair, while continuing to toy with her nipple.

"Faster, baby, faster. Fuck me faster."

He began thrusting more rapidly, which resulted in their bodies slamming together with a wet slapping sound. She broke the kiss and began moaning, 'Yes, yes, yes,' repeatedly every time they thumped together. She spoke faster and he pumped in time to her verbalizations. It wasn't a conscious thing. He just found himself going faster and faster.

Ashely convulsed when the orgasm hit. Her head arched back, and her pelvis curved up. Then she grabbed his ass with both hands and dug her fingernails in. At the zenith of the orgasm, she squealed unintelligibly. It was an astonishing ride for Jon, but he didn't cum. He thought he might when she did... but he was drawn into watching her and it just didn't happen.

She pulled him against her chest and kissed his face in different places. He didn't pull out because she didn't tell him to. He liked the feel of her warm tunnel surrounding his cock. It kept him hard. She recovered slowly from her enormous "O." After several minutes of quiet time, she realized a stiff cock was still inside her.

'He didn't cum? He's cum on a stiff breeze before and now he's Mr. Iron Man!"

"You didn't cum?" It was more like a statement than a question.

"No, was I supposed to?"

"Not required... I just thought you might have. Get off your knees and lay down on the sofa. Let's take a couple of minutes to regroup. Then I'll work on getting you off one more time!"

Jon reclined with his head on an arm rest. Ashely motioned for him to lift his legs, and she sat on the other side of the love seat. She pulled his legs down over her lap. His cock flew around wildly during all this moving.

Ashely rubbed her hands over the wispy hair on his thighs. Chill bumps popped out. He was still hard, but his balls were hanging low. She cupped them in the palm of one hand and rolled them by gently moving her fingers.

Jon was quiet and offered no resistance. She had really enjoyed being intimate with him and hoped it helped him with Sara and other girls in his future. He was so young and that made her reminisce about the changes in her life between ages eighteen and twenty-eight.

Ashely shook the ruminations of the past out of her mind. She was fully recovered from her orgasm and playing with his balls was raising her sexual interest.

Jon had been doing some reminiscing of his own. He felt like today had helped him put his childhood behind. He was feeling more like a grown man, having learned almost everything there was to know about sex. Ashely blew that idea out of the water when she asked...

"Are you ready to learn another sexual position?"

"Another? Uh... Sure, I guess."

"Let's do it then!"

She moved his legs out of the way and stood beside the sofa.

"Put your legs together and fold your arms over your chest."

He complied and she straddled him... her feet on either side of his hips. Putting her right arm on the back of the sofa to stabilize herself, she squatted down. Holding his cock in place, she glided down to capture him and rocked around his cock to get everything lubricated.

Jon was passive but very excited. When she was situated, he moaned pleasantly. She started slowly by rocking up and back. He began playing with her tits with both hands. After a few minutes of riding him gently, she began fucking him forcefully, grinding around his cock. He caressed her hair while pinching alternating nipples for a while. As Ashely's fucking got more possessively aggressive, he dropped his hands to her knees. She was pushing and pulling his cock in multiple directions. He began a constant whimper, "Oh... Oh! Oh my god!

His hips pushed up off the sofa, trying to drive his cock deeper, as he shot wave after wave of hot spunk. She pushed back against him, continuing to possess his cock and dominantly fuck him. As she watched the ecstasy wash over his face, she orgasmed again.

When he dropped back flat against the cushions, Ashely moved from squatting on her feet to resting on her knees. She toppled forward and lay on his chest, continuing to move her love tunnel slowly up and down, milking out every last drop of cum. His erection finally died and slid out of her with a glob of commingled spunk.

She kissed him gently (sans tongue) and brushed hair off his forehead. Feeling completely satiated, mentally and sexually, she lay on him while they both caught their breath.

He spoke after several minutes, "That was beyond awesome. Would it be alright for me to come over sometime tomorrow?"

She smiled wistfully and shook her head, "No, you've graduated. I am no longer your tutor in sex or piano. We did this for Sara... right?"

"Umm, yes. You're right. It's just... this was so unbelievable..."

Ashely ended he discussion. "And now you have unbelievable sexual adventures ahead with Sara."

"Can I see you sometime when I'm home from college?"

"Only if you want to play me something on the piano."

***