The Female Student

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jane, I'm just twenty years old, five foot six, shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, slim and medium sized breasts. I come from a very religious background and haven't had any sex. Im still a virgin. My parents discouraged any interaction with males. I was in my second year of university. I realised I was attractive to men. The amount of interest I got from men, and also some women just amazed me. But the deeply embedded beliefs taught by my parents made me refuse all advances. I was curious, I wanted to know more, but when you are brought up being told married couples only have sex to have children, and sex isn't something to be enjoyed, it's hard to think otherwise. The school I went to was also strictly religious, and there was no sex education. I was horrified one morning to find blood leaking from between my legs. My mother hadn't warned me. Suffice to say I knew nothing about sex.

So there's my background.

I was home for the summer break and looking for work. I saw an advert in my local shop.

'Retired gentleman with small gardening and handyman business needs an assistant to help. Phone Ian for further information.'

I didn't want to work temp jobs in a stuffy office over the summer months, so I phoned him. I told him I had no experience but was very willing to learn. We arranged to meet in the local village pub the following day.

I guessed he was sixty, about five foot seven, thinning brown hair and brown eyes, bit of a dad bod, but not too unattractive. He seemed kind and warm hearted. He asked if I knew anything about flora, I answered honestly, he'd have to treat me as a blank slate, but if he gave me direction I was a fast learner. He offered me the job and I eagerly accepted it.

The following Monday we met at one of his customers. The job was to mow the lawn. Easy peasy! Or so I thought! But I had to learn how to work the mower. How to start it, cutting height, and various other things. I soon got the hang of it. So as I cut the grass he carried on with other things. I hadn't thought about what clothes to wear, nor about my lunch. I was sweating and realised I should be wearing shorts and a T shirt. I had those in the car. I was rather embarrassed when we broke for lunch. But Ian had made a pack up for me. We sat in the shade and chatted away as if we had been friends for ever.

I retrieved the T shirt and shorts and changed in the shed. When I sweat, my nipples get erect, and even though I was wearing a bra, I was conscious they were protruding. Ian noticed too, obviously looking at them and my bare legs. He was concerned about my milk white fair skin and sunburn. He gave me a bottle of sunscreen and watched as I applied it to my arms and legs.

After a few weeks we became very close friends. I thoroughly enjoyed the work and being in his company. We spent most days laughing and joking. Some of Ian's jokes were a bit risqué, but I soon learnt to do the same. We were often reduced to tears with laughter.

Ian had lost his wife a year ago, but was happy with his life now. My thoughts were still about sex. And my mind began to wander. I couldn't go back to university and just have sex, I wouldn't know what to do. So I considered telling Ian about my dilemma, and could he teach me? We'd become quite tactile, kissing on the cheek when we met, arm and even leg touching too. So perhaps this is what I need. A kind older gentleman, who is experienced, to gently guide me into the world of sex.

One day he shocked me.

Ian said, "You've told me you haven't got a boyfriend, and never had one. Do you mastubate?"

I didn't know what that meant. I replied, "I don't know."

Ian looked at me quizzically. "You don't know?"

I said, "I don't know what that means."

We had an hour to kill until the next job. Ian explained what masturbating involved. Something hidden in the depths of my brain was getting stimulated. A feeling I'd not experienced before, it made me slightly dizzy. That evening I touched myself in bed. It was quite pleasurable, although not life changing.

Over the next few weeks I asked Ian to tell me all about sex, and he did. It turned him on. I'd learnt about erections, and as he described various sex scenarios, I noticed the bulge in his shorts. Ian was getting sexually aroused as he taught me.

One week we had to cancel work due to stormy weather. Ian suggested I go to his house every day. His home was very comfortable and welcoming. On the first day Ian had a selection of porn DVD's for us to watch. It was eye opening to me. The films went from man and woman, two men and one woman, woman on woman and then full on orgies. I was shuffling around on my chair.

Ian said, "Are you ok?"

I replied, "I have an overwhelming desire to touch myself."

Ian laughed and said, "Go ahead, I won't mind."

I stood up and removed my T shirt, the material scraped against my nipples making them ache and get erect. I pulled my jeans down, my white knickers were soaking wet and I took them off. I was surprised I wasn't self conscious being naked in front of Ian. He was sitting on the sofa watching me intently. A prominent bulge in his shorts.

I said, "It's not fair I'm naked and you are clothed."

Ian stood up and removed his clothes then sat down again. This was another first for me, the first time in real life I'd seen a man naked. His cock was erect. He had no pubic hair, it was shaved smooth like the men in the videos. I looked down at my hairy pussy, it didn't look like the ones in the films, mostly the pussies were hairless, some had just a line of hair, but I'd seen a heart shape, and an arrow shape. I preferred the smooth look.

I said to Ian, "I want my pussy to be smooth, would you shave it for me?"

Ian replied, "Yes, I'd love to. It's best to do it when you are lying on your back, follow me to the bedroom."

I lay on the bed, after a few minutes Ian returned from the bathroom with shaving equipment. He put a towel under my hips and knelt between my thighs.

He looked at me and said, "I can't shave your pubic hair whilst your hands are covering it over."

I took a deep breath and moved my hands, fully aware I was exposing my most intimate bits to a man for the first time. Involuntarily my already wet pussy squirted. Ian laughed.

He said, "It looks like someone is highly sexually aroused."

Ian trimmed my pubic hair with scissors then applied shaving foam. His touch was so gentle and as he shaved my pussy lips I squirted again. I looked down and loved the look of it. He gave me a dressing gown and put one on himself. We went back to the lounge and continued watching the porn films. I was openly playing with my freshly shaved pussy. The next one contained a scene where two women were giving one man a blow job. I looked at Ian, he was playing with his cock under his gown.

I said, "Would you like that?"

Ian laughed and said, "Well... who wouldn't?"

An idea was forming in my head. But I was nervous, I was worried about the special relationship I had with Ian and didn't want to ruin it.

I took a deep breath and said, "Turn off the DVD player. I've been thinking, I really appreciate the sex education, but can we go further?"

Ian replied, "How do you mean?"

I nervously said, "All the things you've told me, and all things we've watched, how would you feel about actually doing it?"

Ian hesitated, then said, "Are you sure? I'm a lot older than you, old enough to be your father."

I said, "Age isn't important, I need to have my first real sexual experience with a man I trust explicitly. And that's you. Take me back to your bed."

By being so direct I wasn't sure how Ian was going to react? But I needn't have worried. Ian stood up and walked towards me. I burst out laughing, as his penis was sticking out between the folds of his dressing gown and swinging from side to side. It was comical. Ian dropped his gown, I slipped out of mine and we walked to the bed naked.

Ian said, "So, what do you want to try first?"

Without hesitation I said, "I want to feel your mouth on my pussy."

I got on my back on the bed and spread my legs. Ian knelt between them. His fingertips gently touched my inner thighs, brushing up towards my pussy lips. I could feel his breath on my cunt. Ian's tongue lapped along my slit. His fingers pulled my lips apart and he inserted his tongue into my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clitoris. I moaned in pleasure and began to shake.

I said, "Omg! Don't stop, don't stop!"

My thighs clamped around his head and suddenly I started squirting. My orgasm hit like a breaking wave along my body and fireworks exploded in my head. I pushed Ian away and curled into a ball. I was sobbing in extreme pleasure. Ian spooned behind me. After a few minutes I recovered and turned towards him. He brushed tears away from my cheeks with his fingers.

I said, "It's ok, they are happy tears."

Ian said, "What do you want to try next?"

I said, "I'm like a child that's been given the keys to a sweet shop, there's so much to choose from. I'd like to try pleasuring you next. Perhaps you could guide me through giving you a blowjob?"

Ian lay back on the bed and I crawled between his legs. His penis was erect, I tentatively put my hand around his shaft. It didn't feel like I was expecting. It was rigid, but squashy at the same time. It was a degree or two warmer than normal body temperature. I pulled the foreskin right back, the tip was purple in colour. His cock pulsated in my hand. His balls were large and low hanging. I inspected his frenulum, the bit Ian told me was the most sensitive part of an erect penis. I rubbed my fingernail along it and his cock twitched in response. I then licked it as I moved his foreskin up and down his shaft. I went deeper getting about half his cock in my mouth. It was such a strange sensation, but I was loving it. I must have been doing it ok as Ian didn't direct me. His cock started throbbing and he suddenly removed it from my mouth. I watched mesmerised as his penis laid flat on his stomach, and then bounced up and down squirting cum from the tip so hard it hit him in his face. The last couple of squirts just dribbled out.

I said, "Why didn't you cum in my mouth?"

Ian replied, "Most women don't like it, but I'll let you try when I have less cum."

I said, "How do you know when you've got less cum?"

Ian laughed and said, "During a sex session the man's first ejaculation is usually the most powerful and most cum, a later second ejaculation usually is less powerful and not so much cum."

I said, "Ok, can I try now?"

Ian laughed and said, "No, it doesn't work like that, I will need half an hour to recover."

I was slightly puzzled and said, "So what do we do now?"

Ian said, "I'll go down on you again."

I was ok with that!

Ian got into a head to toe position and started licking my pussy and sucking on my clitoris. I was looking at his soft penis. It was quite remarkable the difference in size between his erect cock and his flaccid cock. I reached my hands out and stroked it. His cock stayed soft and I gave up, besides, Ian was bringing me to orgasm again. I managed two, then pushed him away. After I recovered, Ian's cock was stiff again.

I knelt between his thighs and took his cock in my hands. I said, "I want to suck your cock and feel you cum in my mouth."

I must admit I enjoyed giving a blow job, the feeling of total domination over a man. Also the physical feeling, someone else's bit of live flesh caressing the inside of your mouth. The thought of pleasuring a man with my tongue, my mouth and my lips was so erotic, a real sexual turn on. Ian was standing up, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, Ian was holding my head still as he face fucked me. Each time he thrust forward I was managing to get his cock in a little bit further, until his balls were slapping against my chin.

Ian said, "I'm about to cum. Are you sure you want me to cum in your mouth?"

I tried to answer but when your mouth is full of cock it's hard to form words.

So I pulled my head back and held Ian's cock in my hands. I said, "Yes, I want to experience that. Do I swallow or spit it out?"

Ian replied, "You have three options, spit, swallow or cum kiss. It's up to you."

I said, "What's cum kiss?"

Ian said, "Some men enjoy it, the woman takes his cum in her mouth, doesn't spit or swallow, but kisses the man on the lips, and using her tongue pushes his cum into his mouth."

I said, "Which do you prefer?"

Ian replied, "Again, it's up to you."

I opened my mouth and Ian inserted his cock. He started slowly and gradually speeded up, Ian started grunting, then held my head still. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. To my amazement his penis swelled in my mouth, then started to pulsate. With each throb of his cock a squirt of cum entered my mouth. I was surprised it was warm. Each spurt became smaller than the previous one. Ian let his cock slip from my mouth. The taste of the cum was a new experience, slightly salty, and thicker than I was expecting. It was about an egg cup full. I swirled it around in my mouth, a little bit dribbled down my chin. I swallowed. I could still feel his cum coating the roof of my mouth. Ian knelt before me and pulled my head to his, he licked the cum off my chin, then our lips met and his tongue cleared the bits of cum still in my mouth.

That evening he took me to the village pub for dinner. We had a table in a quiet corner. Candles were lit by the waitress, Ian ordered a good bottle of wine to go with our steaks. We sat next to each other. Although it had only been weeks, I felt I was slowly falling in love with Ian, he was so kind, he had a lovely sense of humour, and I felt so secure in his company. I was so grateful for his help, gently introducing me to sex.

I was questioning what my future would look like? In three weeks time I was due to go back to university, but the thought of leaving Ian behind would be heart wrenching. I would have to sort out what I really wanted. Anyway, I told myself enjoy the moment.

Whilst enjoying the meal and conversation, I was still highly aroused. The table cloth hid our legs, I moved my hand onto Ian's thigh, then moved it to his crotch. I deftly undid his zip and pulled his cock out, within a minute it was erect. It was so funny watching Ian try to keep a neutral face as I masturbated his penis under the table. Beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead. I checked no one was looking, then grabbed my cut bread roll and put it under the table. Ian's face was contorted and he whimpered slightly as he ejaculated onto my bread roll. He watched me intently as I ate it as seductively as I could. It was the most memorable meal I've ever had.

We went back to Ian's home and straight to the bedroom and undressed each other.

I whispered in Ian's ear, "Make love to me, my virginity is yours to take."

We lay on the bed, facing each other. I asked Ian, "What's the best position for me?"

Ian replied, "Just lie on your back, I will take it very slowly, at any time, if you are feeling uncomfortable just say stop, and I will stop."

I lay back expecting Ian to just put his cock in my vagina. But he didn't. Ian sat beside me exploring my body with his hands, tongue, mouth and lips. He gently rubbed on my clitoris. I became soaking wet, he kept going until I orgasmed soaking the bed with my juices.

Ian put a pillow under my hips, and spread my legs apart. He spent some time licking my pussy. He moved between my thighs, his erect cock was pointing straight up. He placed the tip of his penis on my pussy lips. He looked at me questionably. I just nodded. He inserted his cock bit by bit. I didn't know what to expect, would it hurt? Would there be blood? Ian's attention was totally on me. As his cock got further in my vagina opened up. It didn't hurt at all. As Ian's cock slid in and out my vaginal muscles clamped around his shaft and the friction became more intense. I started to climax, one orgasm after another. Eventually I couldn't catch my breath and as one last orgasm hit me, my vagina gripped around Ian's cock forcing him to ejaculate inside me. He lay on top of me, for about ten minutes until his cock slipped from my pussy. Ian then knelt between my thighs and licked and sucked all his cum from my cunt. He crawled up my body and we cum kissed in reverse.

We continued our sex sessions at every opportunity. A week later Ian received a massive payout on his wifes life insurance. We were lying in bed together when he told me.

Ian said, "I've been thinking. I've never liked this house and I'm going to sell it. And my wife's money, and what I get for this place buy a bigger nicer house, but not in this village. I've always wanted a house in Cornwall, on a cliff, overlooking the sea. And I've found this one, and bought it."

He passed me his laptop. It was a beautiful ex coast guard cottage with incredible sea views. A large rambling garden and a swimming pool.

Ian said, "It's a short walk to the pretty village, there's a pub and shop. There's a well in the garden with fresh water, there is three log burners in the property and solar panels on the roof. It's totally off grid living."

I looked through the photos, it was gorgeous.

Then Ian said, "I have a proposal for you. Don't answer tonight, think it over for a few days. How would you feel about joining me? We can give a cover story, you could be my niece or daughter. As for your degree you could finish that on line. I fully understand if you don't want to commit yourself."

I told Ian I would think about it. And I did. I didn't want to isolate myself at such a young age so we came to a compromise. I'd finish university, but spend breaks with Ian. That worked for just over a year, but then Ian met another woman who moved in with him. I went down for a weekend break and met her. Obviously she didn't know about us. But she was lovely and I could see they were very much in love with each other.

Ian and I kept in touch with each other, the odd email. We swapped news, I had a new boyfriend, who was lovely, and I was always indebted to Ian for giving me sexual confidence. As the years went past, we lost contact. He'd married his new lady, and she very kindly informed me a few years later when he passed away. She invited me to the funeral and offered to put me up for a couple of nights. I went, the first night we were both too emotionally wiped out. On the second night, it was just us. She made a lovely dinner and we celebrated Ian's life with champagne and wine. A bit too much!

Both pretty drunk, and comfortable in each other's company.

She suddenly said to me, "You do know Ian fell in love with you?"

I looked at her somewhat startled.

She said, "It's ok, he told me everything, and I hope what he taught you was useful in your life?"

I said, "it certainly did."