The Lesson - Sex Stories

The Lesson

... nipples. He was better developed than I suspected under the suit. She gave him a little shove on the chest. It was all I could do not to giggle as he unbalanced like that, sat on the mattress with a soft "flump" noise. She glanced at me, telling me with her eyes to kneel beside her. She began lightly stroking and scratching his thigh up and down, so I did the same. She reached down to take off his shoe while I continued. He was starting to firm up, his cock hardening down on my side. A tiny dark area appeared where he was starting to ooze. I lightly stroked him through the trousers, mostly with the tips of my nails. Chris leaned forward to kiss one of his nipples and stroke his thighs while I undid the other shoe. She gently undid the catch on his trousers, and, seeing our intention, he lifted his hips so we could remove them, leaving his boxers tented a bit. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the arousal growing there as we alternately stroked his belly and thighs, gently squeezed his erection, used a bit of the growing moisture to paint his nipples. He shifted his hips as we slipped the remaining layer down, grinned at each other, and each used one hand to gently squeeze his shaft, then gently running my nails up and down once. I looked at his face; he was loving this, amazed at his fortune. I suddenly found myself wanting this, wanting to make this good for him. Chris murmured, "watch me," and softly tongued up the underside to just below the head. His cock gave a little ...

... jump in my hand, and a soft moan escaped from his lips. She took the head gently in her mouth as her hand moved mine up and down a tiny fraction, encouraging me to squeeze him. I looked up in his eyes as she proffered his cock to my mouth, and saw his breathing become irregular as I gave the head a soft suck. I was rewarded with a tiny drop of sweet syrupy precum and another little jerk in the shaft. Remembering her instructions, I withdrew and licked up the velvety front of the shaft, rubbing him up and down faster. Her pretty mouth suddenly engaged him at the tip, just the softest little kiss before engulfing maybe half of the shaft. He groaned again, louder this time. Next I took him deeper for a moment, then wrapped my hand and started to stroke. I saw him trying desperately to keep his eyes open, but having to close them at times as the stimulation increased. Chris took him back in her mouth. I caressed her face, stroked him, watched his eyes loving her, loving me. We alternated, back and forth, occasionally kissing each other, watching him watch us until he had to lie back, and couldn't keep his eyes open. His groaning grew louder, more frantic, higher in pitch. As his cock reared back and started to jerk in my hands, I took the first hot spurt of his tart semen before she took over, finishing him up as I rose to kiss him, give him a taste. He kissed me avidly, then kissed her tenderly when she came up to join us. We rested on either side of his panting chest, holding ...