Pt. 87 - Teaching A Massage Student

This is part 87 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is fictional work. Fiction means made up. I am a storyteller.

Any mistakes are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Please forgive any typos.

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Puerto Vallarta

I had flown down to Mexico for rest and relaxation.

To get my head on straight.

My first afternoon very special massage session was over.

You can read about it in Pt. 86 - A Special Mexican Massage.

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Post afternoon massage, walking back to my hotel, balls fully drained for the time being, I realized I hadn't had sex with the young, just turned eighteen-year-old Maria.

She had blown me, savoring my sauce as she greedily sucked and then without hesitation or gagging, swallowed every ounce, every drip.

Maria apparently savored my heavy loads.

Where she learned to deepthroat, I had no idea, but I suspected that she learned to suck cock at a world-class, Olympic Gold level to avoid losing her virginity.

I chuckled at the fact that what Linda had predicted for me came true, the bigger sperm created felt nothing short of nirvana, tingling my full balls and the ride up my cock forewarned me that my blast was going to be beyond special.

The spurts were amazing and I came buckets, each blast was like the first to the point that my orgasm took, lifted, all energy out of me, leaving me weak and out of breath, exhausted from the effort.

But it was an exercise that I wanted to repeat and after just one experience, needed to be included in my future sexcapades.

For my male sperm donors, it would be a value-added treat as they impregnated clients.

I returned to my hotel and took a nap, only to be woken by Linda's call.

She wanted more.

More of my cock.

I wanted her two other holes.

Ass is the new pussy, in my mind.

I discovered that the warning that Linda had given me was correct, the special lotion worked well, to the extent that when your balls were coated, you had to come often, or you ended up with super blue balls.

Guys, you know what I am talking about.

That evening, just the two of us in the suite, I had Linda do all the work, and I just lay on the bed while she rode me to several orgasms. For the moment, I was too tired to fuck her any other way!

Before she left, despite her protests, I filled her ass with a large butt plug (coated with lube) and then watched as she pushed in the Ben Wa balls I brought with me into her wet pussy, dripping of my massive loads.

I was particularly interested in taking her ass; the plug was to loosen her up.

The size of my erection scared her. That exit hole was tiny, and I was going to stretch it wide while I pushed in. I grew hard just thinking about it.

For good measure I had Linda blow me and I enjoyed watching her as she gagged not just on my organ size, but on the tart and salty baby batter I had her gulp down.

Between the butt plug and the metal balls, Linda would be all amped up to fuck tomorrow.

I told her that I wanted her to close shop tomorrow; I had rented a large yacht and the three of us were going on a "nude cruise" with an all-female crew.

Maria had been hanging out hiding in a corner of the hotel lobby and when she saw Linda leaving, she came upstairs and knocked on the door to my suite.

She wanted to get laid before she headed for home.

She chose me to be her first.

When she arrived, she brought me a special gift: a large bag of super potent Acapulco Gold.

She explained that smoking it got her through the evenings with parents. She asked me to keep the bag for her in the hotel room safe as she was afraid her parents would find it in her bedroom at home.

We went out on the patio because I didn't want pot smoke stinking up my suite. The breeze would send the distinctive odor somewhere else.

I was not a partaker (did a Bill Clinton once) but did watch with fascination as Maria sifted the bag, picked out the seeds and the stems and then, while smoking her joint, proceeded to roll six more. I had plans for that inventory; it was going to sea with us.

The pot was strong, and she got high quickly and wanted to get down to business.

A few minutes of her sucking and licking while smoking got Mister Johnson nice and big and now, having recovered some energy from my afternoon and early evening fuck fest, I was ready for another round of active fucking.

Maria was a virgin, and I was planning on taking care of that problem.

She also said, in halting English, that she wanted it rough, and I delivered.

Now, before I share with you how we had sex, understand that rough meant to me that she wanted to be pounded and treated like a whore, a slut, a skank.

So, I did, and she enjoyed it.

A little roleplaying never hurts.

I smacked her face a few times, not too hard, pulled her hair, hard, spanked her ass, and dragged her into every room of the suite, after first sticking my dick into her as she laid spread wide on the big bed.

My God she was tight, incredibly so, my first virgin.

You can bet I unloaded into her quickly, filling her pussy with my wet, hot, thick load.

Once I made the deposit, I had her clean me with a warm washcloth and then, after she teased me to hardness, I started moving her around into different positions as she moaned and groaned as I hit all the deeper parts of her pussy, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as she responded to each of my thrusts.

When she finally told me "No más, no más" (No more, no more), I bent her over the sofa and after coating my cock with lube, slid my still hard cock right into her rosebud.

No preamble, I just pushed it right in.

She bucked and groaned, protesting and begged me "No, no... " But I pulled her hair and it drove my redwood deeper into her bat cave.

She came again, screaming so loud I am sure they heard her down the hall, and then she collapsed.

Still hard, I pulled out of her, dragged her into a chair and stood over her.

"Look at me," I ordered Maria.

She was truly fucked out and still high from the grass, but she did as I directed and looked up.

Despite telling myself that my days of pounding my pud were over with, I stroked my cock feverishly with the goal of getting my filled and tingling balls emptied.

Maria knew what was coming and she raised her hands to protect her face from the on slot.

"Put your hands down," I ordered her. ("baja las manos").

She complied, closing her eyes and lifting her face up.

With a groan and a thrust, I came.

My first shot landed on the right cheek of her face; the second landed on her right eye, the third on her forehead and then I shot into her hair, and soon all over her face, neck, chest and tits.

Maria was a swallower, and she enjoyed the taste, but she'd ever been with a man with the volume of sperm that I'd just delivered.

I pulled her face to my still hard and dripping cock and ordered her to suck. ("chupar").

With my goo dripping down her face, she took me into her mouth and cleaned me like the slut she wanted to be.

When she finished cleaning me, I had her wipe her face clean of my sauce with her fingers and swallow it, every drop.

She wretched and for the first time gagged a bit but she got the job done.

I'd ruined her make-up.

Maria had cum so many times her legs buckled when she stood up to walk to the bathroom.

I had her call her parents and tell them she was spending the night with a girlfriend.

We pretty much fucked all night. At dawn, I sent her packing for home, and said to her, in Spanish: " Hoy me vas a comer la chucha." (Today you'll be eating pussy for me).

I handed her ten $100 USD.

She just smiled and thanked me.

I knew she wanted more of my cock, but I needed to work out before Linda met me for breakfast.

*******

Linda came to my suite to empty my balls and to deploy her second lotion, one that worked on an erection, filling every blood vessel which increased length, girth and hardness. It also served to deaden the feeling to some extent which increased the time a man could fuck without coming.

"It will make you last longer and more fully satisfy your bed partners."

It worked especially well when I took Linda's ass that afternoon on the boat. She didn't enjoy my baseball bat up her very tight bat cave, but I did, so much so I took it twice each day until I left for home.

Out on the yacht, Linda shared with me that she was ready t return to California; Mexico was getting too dangerous.

I shared Doctor Tina's plan with Linda and got her thoughts. She shared with me that the risk was quite reasonable but that maybe we should do a trial run. Meaning, invite about twenty-five ladies and see how the program worked. Get the bugs out.

While we were cruising, Monica sampled the pussies of Linda and the all-female crew. According to the ladies, Monica was a natural carpet cleaner.

I enjoyed the females as well. The captain was especially welcoming.

Linda sold her buildings and moved to Cambria on the Central Coast. Maria and her parents moved too, all legally.

Occasionally I would meet Linda in Santa Barbara for a business meeting and a fuck fest.

She leased me the two formulas for GFP use.

Both the donors and the female clients loved it.

*******

Sacramento

Back from Mexico with a clear head and empty balls, I received a text message from Jan.

She owned the school where I learned how to give massages. This was in my very first story, Pt. 01 - I Learn About Women, Sex & Love.

We had an interesting relationship. I wanted to fuck her from the moment I laid eyes on her, and she did a great job teasing me.

I finally nailed her after pursuing her for months and after she experienced my male weapon, we continued to see each other occasionally.

I knew she wanted more in our relationship, but I kept her at arm's length except when we were naked. With me she came loudly and often. That was before I had access to the special creams that Linda gave me.

Jan was heading out of town, on vacation to the Caribbean, and had asked me to fill in as a substitute teacher for two massage classes.

It didn't take long for Jan to send me a picture of herself topless, bending over so her tits dangled, her nipples hard. It was mouthwatering, reminding me to get her into my bed more often. The second photo was of her nude on the beach. Fully shaved and strong tan lines.

I had asked Jan how many students were in the class.

She said it was a small class of four, three males and one female.

The sessions were for three hours.

However, Jan gave the students the alternative of staying on the original course schedule or, if the students preferred, they could take leave the weeks Jan was out of town and continue with her when she back.

Only the female student opted to join me.

I wasn't sure how this was going to work but Jan had faith in me and said, "You'll figure it out."

Jan had given up the space where she had conducted her classes and now rented space in a somewhat large beauty salon.

Where Jan rented space closes at 6pm on Tuesday nights and that is where I was going to tutor the student.

I arrived at 5:45pm so the salon owner, Barbara, could tell me about closing the place down, turning off the A/C, locking everything up, turning out the lights and setting the alarm before I left.

Barbara was quite attractive but appeared very married with a rather large rock on her finger, but I asked her if I could come in sometime soon and have her teach me the best techniques for washing my girlfriend's hair.

She thought that the intention was very sweet and agreed to teach me the next night at 6.

(When I returned for this special lesson that next night in the proper washing and conditioning of female hair, it occurred to me that Barbara might be open to introducing me to some of her female friends who were single or divorced).

About ten minutes after Barbara left, a harried, short, very good-looking blonde walked in, talking from the moment she hit the front door, apologizing to me for being late.

Her ex, it seems, was stuck in traffic, it was his night to be with the kids, and she had to be home at 9:30 because that's when he was dropping off the children.

Her name was Monica, and she lived nearby.

Divorced, she was looking for a flexible schedule career she could have while her kids were in school to supplement her alimony and child support.

She was wearing a tee shirt and shorts, with a nice tan.

Monica had a shapely figure.

She was tiny, maybe 5"4" with shoulder length dirty blonde hair.

She spoke nonstop for a few minutes, clearly overwhelmed with everything going on in her life.

I took all this in and said, "Relax; it's just the two of us here tonight."

Now, knowing what kind of person Jan was, extremely task oriented, and not big on people pleasing, even her students, I had decided to change the climate for the sessions I was going to run.

I brought in a couple of choices of wine and beer for my student to chill out a bit.

I poured Monica a glass of cold Chardonnay and asked her to sit and relax while I did a couple of quick admin things, like lock the front door and turn out the lights in the front of the salon, the part closest to the front door.

I approached Monica, and asked, "How are you now, are you a bit more composed?"

She nodded, having already consumed the glass.

Monica complimented me on my selection of wine and lifted it to me and asked if I could refill it, please.

I refilled the glass, and sat in a chair next to her, and asked about her progress so far in the course, and did she have any questions before we got started.

Monica said, "I enjoy learning the techniques and so forth but really wanted to practice on an adult. These boys are always trying to get their hands on me, and they want my hands on them."

When she finished her second glass of wine, she confessed that Jan's towels were never big enough to cover her body when she was the one being practiced on, and that made things even more uncomfortable for her.

"If it's just going to be the two of us, I know that you will handle the situation professionally. You look like someone I can trust."

I was thinking I would earn her trust, and I would love to handle her.

Every square inch of her flesh.

So, I asked, "Are you okay with the towels that Jan left us?"

Monica replied, smiling that yes, that would be fine.

Funny what two glasses of wine will do to a person.

Alcohol knocks down lots of barriers.

Quickly.

I wonder what would happen after three glasses.

I found out.

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So, I told her, "Here's what we are going to do. I will be your practice client first, and you can work on the parts of my body so that you feel you need more time to learn. I can critique you as we go along, so you can get feedback as you are doing it. Then, I can teach you the lesson Jan has prepared for tonight by working on you, and then you can practice on me. Does that sound okay?"

Monica replied, "Yes, that will work for me."

While she refilled her glass, I went into Jan's rom, closed the door and got undressed, meaning got naked and laid face down on the table, my head in the cradle and pulled a towel over my ass.

The towel wasn't big enough, but I thought, what the hell, Monica's seen a naked man's ass before, plenty of times.

Monica knocked on the door, called out "Are you decent?" and when she heard me say yes, she entered the room and closed the door behind her.

She was carrying her glass of wine, which she set down near the massage oils and lotions.

I know she looked down on the part of my ass that was exposed, because she said, "Are you okay?"

I looked over my shoulder at her and replied, "I am good to go if you are I don't need another towel if you don't."

She laughed, saying, "It looks pretty good to me."

Monica pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then put her both hands on my calves, which are well muscled because of my exercise routine.

I could hear her smile when she asked no one in particular, "I wonder if any of my clients will look like you when I do this for money?"

She was looking up my legs at my bare and shaved ass, and I was wondering if my balls (shaved too from my recent trip to Mexico) were visible to her.

I replied, "Of course, I'll be a regular client of yours, but first you have to get through the class so let's get you started where you think you need to improve your technique."

She took another gulp of wine and answered me with, "I have trouble with the shoulders and neck."

Monica kicked off her sandals, grabbed some oil, warmed it up in her hands and proceeded to start in on my neck and shoulders.

It felt good, and I told her so.

That she had nice, strong hands, an asset.

But after a few minutes I said, "You need to slow down and work on one part of the body at a time, making sure you address the issues you find before moving on.

Monica said okay, she worked on my neck for a few minutes and then moved to my left shoulder and then my right.

She asked me how I was doing and I replied, "Better, but let me demonstrate to you what I mean when I tell you about finishing one area before moving to another. If it's okay with you, let's switch so I can work on your neck and shoulders."

Monica said okay, and I got off the table, holding the small towel in front of me, while Monica took my place on the table.

I couldn't hold the towel in front of me while I massaged her, so I told her I was setting the towel aside so I could use both hands.

She laughed, "I don't care what you're not wearing."

It's hard to give a decent massage through a person's clothes, so after a few minutes, after I was able to remove some kinks out of Monica's neck, I told her, "If you want me to work on your shoulders you are going to have to take off your shirt."

She asked if I could help her, so I lifted the shirt from the bottom for her, and she pulled it over her shoulders and off her head.

I took it from her and put in on an empty chair, trying hard not to get oil on it.

She had a tan line across her back and where the shoulder straps were.

Aside from a couple of small moles, her back was blemish free.

Warming more oil between my hands, I started on her left shoulder, and I did a good job, but her bra strap was in the way.

No matter how I approached the knots I found that strip of elastic was in the way.

Monica sensed the problem, smiling, said, "Let me help you out."

With that she reached around, undid the garment, and pulled it off.

Monica handed it to me, looked up, smiled and before I could say a word, she said, "34DD, in case you're interested."

Well, I was interested, and that second D sure got my attention.

Plus, with me being nude, massaging a half-naked woman in a deserted hair salon, just the two of us, I was all in.

I laid the bra on top of the tee shirt, turned back to the massage table, and started working on her left shoulder blade.

As I found the knots and worked through them, I was explaining to Monica what I was doing so that she could try out the techniques on me.

It took me about 15 minutes. There was some pain, but I patiently explained to Monica, when you're dealing with knots, slow down and reduce the pressure.

I took my time and made sure she was breathing through the difficult parts.

I worked on her right shoulder and it took longer. I asked her if she was right-handed and she said yes. I explained that the side of the body a person favors will have more issues and that will take longer than the weaker side to massage.

I asked Monica if she wanted to massage my neck and shoulders using the techniques I had used on her.

She was silent for a moment then lifted her head out of the cradle and announced her need to use the ladies room.

I said sure; I turned around, grabbed the towel, covered my ass, and told her it's out the door, and down the hall to the right.

I heard her get up off the table, open and then close the door.

A few minutes later Monica knocked on the door and called out, are you decent?

Still standing, again I turned around and covered my ass so as not to offend her and said, "Yes, please come in."

I heard her climb back on the table.

She shared, "I'm ready."

I turned around and there was Monica, bare ass naked lying face down on the table.

This was a nice ass with a nice tan line.

Monica worked out; you could see it in her back, ass and legs.

I could also see some bush from where I was standing, I mean leering, I mean, whatever.

It was a nice package.

I was just very surprised to see it.

I said, laughing, "What are you doing?"

She lifted her head up, and replied, "I haven't been touched like that in years. Your hands felt so good I almost fell asleep. Can you please finish massaging me tonight and I will work with you this weekend on improving my technique, okay?"

She didn't really want to negotiate.

With a body like that, I could see she gets her way most, if not all, of the time.

Then she wiggled her ass, reached back with her right hand and slapped her ass and said, "I really want you to massage me here tonight."

Then she dropped her head into the hole.

What's a lucky bastard like me to do?

Now, all of this is highly irregular to say the least, but we were two consenting adults.

I'm sure Jan had no idea her substitute teacher (me) would be engaging in something like this.

For my protection, I told her, "Okay give me a couple of minutes to get some things set up. Do you need a towel?"

"No towel for me," she replied.

Now that this was no longer a classroom, I dimmed the lights. I closed the door to the salon. I lit a couple of candles and turned on some music. I also set up my iPhone to record the session just in case.

With that I grabbed some oil, warmed it in my hands, and started on Monica's feet, then her calves, and then moved to her thighs.

She whispered, "It feels great."

I love massaging female thighs.

You do it right, and your massage client quickly opens to the idea of having sex.

Monica was no exception.

The second my warm, firm, oiled hands moved north of her knees, she spread her legs just a bit, a hint of what was to come.

I ran both hands up to the top of her thigh three times, then started working on her left thigh.

I pulled it out away from her body and set a small pillow for the side of her knee, opening her up.

Standing behind her to her left I could see her hairy dark blonde pussy.

Immediately I started rubbing the inside of her thigh, the back of my hands brushing against the left side of her pussy.

I rubbed so close I could feel her soft pubic hair.

Each time I reached up I moved closer to her outer labia.

The third time I reached up to the top of her thigh Monica lifted her knee and thigh, allowing me to rub her pussy with the back of my hand and she moaned.

To this point I hadn't said anything, but I broke the silence by asking if she was okay.

Monica's head was still in the cradle, and she replied in a husky, sort of a Kathleen Turner sultry voice, "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I didn't, but from time to time while I was working on that side of her, I had to cool her down and so I would massage her feet and her calves.

Then I switched to the right thigh.

Once again, I pulled out her leg and set her knee on a small pillow, opening her up to be touched.

I had barely touched her skin when she lifted her thigh, knee and calf to encourage me to reach down and massage her pussy.

The unmistakable scent of an aroused female reached my nose as I continued rubbing.

At one point Monica pushed up on her foot to allow me even greater access to her pussy, but I just teased her repeatedly and I know that just made her even hotter.

I would reach to the junction of her thigh and pussy and get close enough so she could feel the warmth of my hand, but I wouldn't directly touch her cunt.

I could tell she was frustrated but I didn't care, I wasn't going to give her an orgasm without some effort on her part.

When I finished with her thighs, I gently put a hand on each of her cheeks and pushed her butt into the massage table.

Monica tried to discreetly rub her clit on the table for an orgasm, but I quickly started in on her ass, using plenty of hand warmed oil.

I worked from the outside in, saving the best for last.

Massaging the muscles in the ass is fun because women love it.

Now, getting a woman to allow you to massage her ass is tricky.

Some, like Monica, tell you flat out they want it rubbed.

Others are afraid; it's too private, too intimate. They think it is dirty. But when you tell a woman she has a great ass, you're guaranteed a month of sex.

The ultimate compliment is to have it massaged to relieve the tension that exists there. To rub a woman's ass means you appreciate her. When a woman lets you massage her bare ass, you're one of the chosen few.

So, I spent ample time on Monica's ass, and she shared with me how much she enjoyed it with her sighs and low moans.

I took a break for a few seconds to put more oil on my hands and Monica asked, "You're not finished, are you?"

Breaking out of my professional mode, not that I was being all that professional about this whole thing, I put my right hand on her ass with my middle finger right in her crack with the tip on her rosebud and my left hand on her lower back, bent down and whispered to her, "Sweetheart, we're just getting started. Do you trust me?" I asked.

I pushed gently on her rosebud. Just so she knew I was back there.

Monica whispered, "Yes you have great hands - this is the best class I have ever taken."

"Good girl, I want you to earn an A for the class tonight."

With that, Monica giggled and wriggled her great ass again.

I whispered to her, "You have a fantastic ass" and she wriggled it again in appreciation.

I stood at her side and began massaging what I call the parts of the canyon: the rim, the walls, the floor and the rosebud.

Monica wouldn't learn this in Jan's massage classes; I can tell you that. Jan wouldn't teach it, but I would.

Using plenty of hand warmed oil, I massaged places that had never been touched on Monica's hot body before.

When touched the right way, the rim and the walls turn every woman on and Monica was no exception.

Once I started moving south on the canyon rim and walls, towards her pussy, she started to lift her ass in response to my sweeping motion.

The closer I rubbed to her pussy, the more frantic she became to cum.

I only briefly rubbed her rosebud; I didn't want to overwhelm her or frighten her or get her going when we had a deadline for her to depart.

But I reached down with my right hand behind her and started rubbing her pussy and then found her clit. At the same time with my left hand, I was rubbing around the very sensitive area around her rosebud.

Monica began moaning and bucking on my hands. She was fucking my hands in search of the ultimate pleasure. All the while she was moaning in frustration about her need to cum.

I didn't say a word, I just finger fucked her.

She came, and it didn't take much as I had worked her up well.

Her whole body shook. She groaned. Loudly.

Then, Monica collapsed on the massage table.

I leaned down and kissed the back of her head and whispered, "Thank you for being such a great student."

She sighed and then replied, "You really know how to touch a girl, don't you?"

I finished Monica's massage by focusing on the area between her shoulder blades and her butt, this was to deal with any knots she might have had (she didn't) but also to relax her from the orgasmic finish.

When I finished with her back, I wiped my hands and whispered to her, "I am going to massage your head now."

"Please do."

I massaged her scalp and she lifted her head in search of the source of pleasure.

When I was done, I warmed some towels in the small sink and wiped Monica free of the oils.

I started at her neck and shoulders, wiped her arms and hands even though I had not massaged them, then did her back.

With the second towel I started on her left foot, up her left leg, wiping her left cheek.

I did the same thing with the right side of her body.

With the third towel, I wiped her ass rim, walls, floor, then reached under to wipe her pussy.

Monica lifted her ass and spread her thighs to improve my access and said, "That feels so good."

I probably rubbed a couple of times more than I should have, but I know it felt good for Monica so why not?

Monica asked, "What time is it?"

I replied it was 8:45.

"Could you please massage my front, for just a little while? I must leave by 9:15."

I turned my back to allow her some privacy.

Two things happened at once.

The first was, and I know it sounds like bullshit, but it is true, I had forgotten I was nude.

I had been naked for over two hours and well, you get used to it fast; even when you're rubbing some great skin on a tight little body.

While I was massaging Monica, I had grown from soft to hard, soft to hard and now I was in a semi-engorged state on the verge of a full-blown erection.

Second, I realized that when Monica turned over on her back, she had no towel to cover her.

So, waking up to the situation as she started to turn over, I asked her, "Do you need a towel to cover up?"

Monica laughed and said, "I think I'm past that now. I think we're both past that now."

I turned around, she looked, and I looked and we both looked at each other.

Monica smiled and I smiled.

At this point I would have kissed her and I think she wanted me to.

But the moment passed. I let it.

My eyes had roamed over her body, and I liked what I saw.

She looked at me straight in the eye and said, "When you massage a woman, where do you massage when she turns over on her back?"

"I'll show you."

Pumping some oil in my hands and warming it by rubbing it around, I approached her prone nude body.

I asked her to please close her eyes and enjoy these final few minutes we have together.

I looked down at her body.

Her bush was dark blonde, same as her hair, but a bit full, meaning too hairy for my liking.

Her breasts were those of a woman who had a couple of children.

Great size, firm, pink nipples like pencil erasers and small areoles.

Monica's stomach was flat, and I didn't see any scars, tattoos, or piercings.

I stood behind her at the head of the table and moved my hands to the top of her chest and started massaging down.

These muscles on her upper chest were very tight and she tensed up, so I slowed down the speed and reduced the pressure.

I counseled her not to hold her breath; that it was easier to get through tight spots by breathing.

My hands moved towards her upper arms and then I moved quickly to her left side and massaged her arm, hand and fingers.

I did the same thing to her right side.

Her right arm was resting by her side, her hand about where my slightly engorged penis was hanging on the side of the massage table.

Pumping some more oil, I put my hands in the center of her tummy and began to move them together in a circular motion, widening the circles from her public hair line to her lower breasts.

In response, Monica spread her thighs a bit and her right hand rose from laying on the table to the lower left side of my back.

She wanted to be touching me. Her hand was on my back.

I kept my hands moving, and I expanded my circumference to push into her bush and up over her breasts, slowing as I touched her there to tease her hardening nipples.

Her hand moved south to my left butt cheek, and she began squeezing it and caressing it.

My cock responded accordingly as I fondled, I mean, massaged Monica.

This went on for a few minutes as we were both silent, the only sound was my hands moving over her body.

Her hand moved from my ass to my cock, and when she reached it, she gently tugged on it, encouraging me to move up toward her head.

Monica pulled my body towards her mouth to suck my cock.

She looked up at me and simply said, "Please."

I groaned when her open mouth met my hardness.

She didn't stop; she used only her mouth.

No hands.

She closed her eyes and gave me a soft, loving blowjob, one that a woman would give her lover.

Her tongue massaged the bottom of my cock, and her soft lips caressed initially the tip and the first few inches then as her head started bobbing, she took me deeper into her mouth.

The feeling was exquisite.

Meanwhile my left hand cradled her head and neck in support of her sucking, and my right hand quickly found her wet, ready pussy.

She was so hot she came within a few short minutes of me finding her clit and I exploded into her mouth right after that.

Monica was a trooper, she swallowed my load and it was a big one.

I think she was surprised at the volume.

I hadn't had sex in a few days. I was pent up.

Once again, I wiped Monica down, and she hugged me as she got up, I had to help her because her blood had centered.

She said, "I don't want to kiss you with a mouthful of cum, but I would like to kiss you soon. I'm free this weekend if you are, maybe we can go out on a proper date?"

I've been around women for a long time and it takes a very brave one to ask a man out.

I looked Monica in the eye and replied, "I'd love to. Would that be Friday night or Saturday night or both?"

She gave me a big smile, pulled me down and kissed my cheek and said, "I'll let you know but I am leaning to a two-night date."

With that I helped her get dressed, got dressed myself and walked her out to her car.

"Well, teacher, did I earn an A tonight?"

I replied with a smile, "Yes, you did. A plus!"

She laughed and said, "I like the way you taste."

I replied, "I like the way you feel, and I want to taste you too."

Monica asked, "How did you know what I needed tonight."

I replied with a knowing smile and simply said, "Sleep well tonight."

I went back inside, locked up and was in bed in 45 minutes.

I dreamed about Monica.

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Pt. 35 - It Shouldn't Have Happened

Pt. 38 - I Get Time Away From Work

Pt. 77 - Fun in San Francisco

Pt. 81 - Chubby, Busty, Horny

Pt. 83 - She Liked To Be Licked

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