I was a Freshman in college, majoring in music after graduating from a small town high school in Kansas. All through high school I’d had a severe case of acne which reduced my self concept to a negative number. I rarely asked a girl for a date because I didn’t want to risk the rejection. I thought a lot about girls, and often fantasized about what it would be like to have a girl friend. But I arrived at college, virginal, naive, and very inexperienced in romance. And the way things went during my first few months as a college student it didn’t look like that was going to change very soon. The university I attended was a couple of hundred miles from my home town which made going home sort of a hassle. I had been home only twice since classes began, but Thanksgiving vacation was coming and I was anxious to get home for it. With a few letters and a phone call or two, I had managed to line up a date with Dianne, a beautiful 18 year old girl I had graduated with. Dianne had dark brown hair that hung mid way down her back and a figure that would steal attention in a topless bar. She had been Drum Major of our marching band and maybe because of that she always carried herself proudly. Her brown eyes were bottomless and overrun with both confidence and mischief. To top it off she was intelligent, witty, and completely unpretentious. We had both been in high school Band and had become good friends, but we had never dated. When I asked her if she’d like to go out with me for a little pre-Christmas celebration, I could hardly believe it when she said “Yes.” I knew she could date any guy she wanted to, so I was really flattered. My last class on Friday was one of those horrible 2:00 p.m., Monday- Wednesday-Friday killers. I got through it somehow, then slammed back to my room. I had already packed, so I grabbed my bag and headed home. It was a long drive, so I I stopped to eat along the way. I pulled into my parent’s driveway around ten o’clock. The house was dark, they were in bed. A light shone out from the window of my upstairs bedroom. I figured Mother had left it on for me. I started to go in, then changed my mind, got back into my car and drove to a little roadside beer joint on the edge of town. Local kids had always hung out there when they had nothing better to do. I thought I’d see who was there and have a beer. I left the beer joint around 11:00. The only people there were a couple of guys who hadn’t been much fun to be around in high school. I soon discovered that whatever they’d done since graduating hadn’t made them a bit more interesting. I had a couple of beers, drove home, got my bag out of the car and went into the house. It was an old two-story house with one bedroom downstairs and two upstairs. My parents slept downstairs. The front bedroom upstairs was still considered mine, even though I didn’t sleep in it very much now days. I walked into the house quietly so as to not wake my parents. But as usual, my Mother had the ears of a cat. She called out my name. I went to the doorway of their room and answered her. She told me that my sister-in-law, Andrea, and her baby, were staying overnight and that I’d have to sleep in the back bedroom upstairs because they were in my bed. I told her that was no problem, then said goodnight and headed upstairs. When I got to the top of the stairs the door to my bedroom was closed, but a dim light was coming out from under it I had to walk past the doorway to get to the back bedroom and when I did, Andrea called out softly to me. “Hey, little brother, what are you doing home?” She liked to call me “little brother,” although she was only six years older than me. She and my brother had been married for four years, and had one kid. Judging from bits of conversation I overheard between my Dad and my brother, I gathered that all was not well in the sexual side of their marriage. It seemed that Andrea had a healthy sexual appetite that my brother was having a hard time satisfying. To make it worse, he was on over-the-road truck driver, with runs that kept him away from home for days (and nights) at a time. Andrea got spooked sometimes staying alone. When she did, she would come over and stay overnight at my folk’s house. Andrea and I had gotten along well from day one. She was lighthearted, spirited, and bright. I thought she was an incredibly sexy woman, but I tried to keep a tight rein on those thoughts. She was my brother’s wife and had pretty much been a big sister to me, even though I always felt a sexual tension between us. Despite that tension we had an easy, comfortable relationship. I talked to her about anything that was bothering me, which was mostly girls, how to handle them, what they liked, and so on. The whole sex thing was a mystery to me (this was the 1950’s) and she was able to talk to me without acting embarrassed or making me feel stupid. At one time or another we had talked about pretty much everything about having sex, how to do it, what women like, what they don’t like, and soon. Our talks were usually over coffee, while sitting at her kitchen table while my brother was gone. When Andrea called out to me I answered quietly. She told me to come on in. As soon as I opened the door I saw why the light was on. She had been reading, but was now breast-feeding the baby. Andrea had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so when it came time to breast feed she had no reservations about exposing her very attractive breasts. They had been large and beautifully shaped before having the baby, but filled with milk they were absolutely stunning. She wore her blonde hair in a short, saucy cut, a perfect compliment to her personality. She was definitely a woman guys looked at . . . and had “thoughts” about. We chit-chatted, with me standing in the doorway for a minute or two, then she motioned with her head toward the chair next to the bed so I went in and sat down next to her. When I told her that I had come home because I had a date with Dianne she smiled and congratulated me. She knew Dianne and knew how little I had dated in high school. Andrea was sitting up in bed with a couple of pillows propped behind her back, holding the baby while it sucked on her right nipple. The way the room was arranged, her left side was closest to the side of the bed nearest me. The nightgown she was wearing was designed for nursing, so when she unbuttoned the buttons running down the bodice, both her gorgeous breasts were in the fresh air. The way she was holding the kid, covered part of the left one, but the view was still inspiring. I tried not to look at that enticing mound so close and so lovely in the romantically dim light. But there was no way I could avoid looking. Her aereola was large and dark brown, with a succulent looking nipple standing erect in its center. I had seen them from more of a distance other times when she nursed, but never so close that I could reach out and touch the little bumps on her aereola. My dick swelled and pushed against my pants so much it hurt. Trying, but not very successfully, to avoid staring, I began telling her about the date Dianne and I had for Saturday night. She was interested, asked me questions about where we were going to go, and what we were going to do. As I sat there talking, and looking as much as I dared at her bare breast with its nipple standing up from the stimulation being given to its partner, my throat tightened and my voice became husky. My crotch was bulging. I was hard and more than ready. My conscience kept saying “that’s your sister-in-law,” but my throbbing dick kept emphasizing the “in-law” part of it. It was getting tough to keep up a sensible conversation. My breath was ragged and my palms were sweating. I kept talking, but my mind was consumed with thoughts of how great it would be to lean over and kiss what my eyes were now devouring. Andrea noticed where I was looking and looked down at my crotch. She smiled, reached out and patted my leg, and said, “Don’t get excited, just think of them as milk jugs. “ I gave her a weak smile and said I was sorry for staring, but that it was hard to look at something so beautifully sexy as being only a milk jug for a kid. We both laughed a little at that. It broke the tension, but Andrea still made no move to cover up. She said, “Yeah, I’m a little horny too. What this kid makes me feel when he sucks on me brings out more than maternal feelings. Your brother has been gone all week and won’t be home until Monday.” We went on talking while the baby kept sucking, making contented little sounds. The force of his sucking on her right nipple must have stimulated her motherly glands. Now her left nipple, bare and only a foot or so away oozed a little drop of milk. It hung there, pure and white, ready to drop onto her tummy. This caused me to catch my breath. My arousal was so complete by now that the slightest touch on my erection would have caused a major eruption. I stopped talking right in the middle of a sentence and just looked. I couldn’t help it. Andrea looked up from the baby, towards me. “I understand,” she said. “Save it for Dianne.”, she winked. Then playfully, she reached down, caught the drop with her finger tip, held it up and said, “Want some Grade A?” Through tightened throat muscles and with short breath I said I didn’t think it would mix very good with the beer I’d just had. We both smiled, then she said pointedly, “If Dianne doesn’t want it, I’ll bet you can find some one who does. Come over and have coffee with me before you go back to school. Maybe I can give you some sisterly advice or help.” I could see that she was through feeding the kid and that the moment was over. I stood up, said goodnight to her, then went into my room, closed the door, and did what I had to do. It felt especially good, knowing that Andrea was only a few feet away. Thinking of what lay in bed in the next bedroom, it took only a few strokes to produce a spurting, fountain of cum. Whether it was because I had been thinking so much about Dianne for the past several days, or because I was growing older, I was seeing Andrea in a different way than ever before. She was still my “big sister,” but my mind was sending clear messages that although there were some ethical problems, there was certainly no taboo about making love with your sister-in-law. I wondered if she was having some of the same thoughts. I somehow sensed that she was. Our conversation hadn’t been quite as clinical as usual. I fell asleep thinking along those lines. After sleeping a couple of hours, the beer I had drunk did its thing. We had only one bathroom in this old house, and it was downstairs. I was used to the inconvenience, so I rolled out and made my way past the door where Andrea was sleeping. Her light was out , but the door was open. In those days I always slept naked, sort of a macho thing I suppose. Since the house was all dark, I didn’t bother pulling my trousers on. I just went on downstairs, emptied my bladder, then gave it a couple of strokes while thinking about Andrea laying upstairs in my bed. I headed back upstairs. As I topped the stairs and turned to go to the back bedroom, I got the surprise of my life. Andrea stepped out into the hallway to meet me. Her room was now bathed in candlelight. (I liked candles - still do - and kept some in my room most of the time.) Since my eyes were accustomed to the dark I could easily see that she was as naked as I. We stood there, not more than a foot apart for a moment. She looked at me in a sort of appraising way. As she did, my love tool began to swell and elevate. In seconds it was as hard as a steel rod, and pointing directly towards her breasts. “You’re quite well-developed, little brother,” she said to me in hushed tones. “And you obviously have something on your mind. Maybe we started something earlier that we should finish. What do you think?” My mouth could barely form words, but I managed to hoarsely whisper, “I think that would be about the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “So tell me, are you still a virgin, Little Brother?” she put her hand warmly around my protruding shaft, from which clear liquid was seeping. “Yeah, I’m afraid so, but I’ve always been told that if anyone asks if I can do something, say “Yes.”, then learn damn fast. I’m a pretty quick learner when I want to be.” She chuckled softly at that, then moved forward, pressed her ripe breasts into my naked chest, tipped her chin up and covered my mouth with her lips. I thought I knew how to kiss, but the hot, pointed, tongue that forced my lips apart and began playing tag with the tip of my tongue was already teaching me things I’d never learned. “Well, since I’m the one who taught you how to dance, and gave you advice on how to act on a date, I think it’s my duty to give you the graduate course in how to please a girl. Let’s go on into the bedroom and close the door.” With that she gently squeezed my swollen dick, took me by the hand and led me into the room. Before getting onto the bed she lit another candle and put one on each side of the head of the bed. It made a perfect light. Her breasts, which I had seen more than once when she was nursing, were now completely free, full and succulent, waiting to be kissed, sucked, and caressed. I bent over and pulled one of her nipples between my lips and let my tongue roam, feeling its texture and resistance. Pulling back slightly, I traced around her large, brown aereola with the tip of my tongue. She moaned softly as I did that, put both her hands on my head and pulled it between hose soft, luscious mounds. “In bed,” she whispered. Throwing the covers back she moved over into the middle of the bed. I crawled in and started to move into position between her knee’s. She twisted away slightly. “No, no. Don’t rush. Let’s not have a quickie. Lay down beside me. If I’m going to be your teacher, I want to teach you well enough so that the women you have after me will never think what a bad teacher you had.” For the next several minutes I couldn’t get my hands in enough places on that warm, soft, and shapely body. Meanwhile she was just as occupied, touching, tonguing, and teasing all parts of my body. I was so turned on by now I was actually trembling. The blind eye of my dick leaked clear fluid continually and my balls were vibrating. Andrea gently pushed away from me, then told me to stroke her legs, starting at her feet and then tease a path all the way up to the lips of her pussy. I was happy to do what she wanted. She was breathing noticeably heavier and her body was beginning to twist and write, pushing against me. I cupped my hand over the lips of her pussy and stroked lightly from her anus all the way into her lush, brown bush that was now open and wet. Her hips undulated gently, pushing into my fingers when they touched the lips of her pussy. I could see her nipples were standing firm and high. “Would you. . .?”, she hesitated before going on, then said it differently. “Do you want to learn how to do something that really drives a girl crazy, even if at first you think it’s disgusting?” “I think I know what you’re talking about, and I’d like it more than you. There’s nothing disgusting about giving you pleasure.” I whispered. I scooted down in the bed so that my head was between her hips. She grabbed a pillow, slid it under her hips, and said, “Gently, very gently, with the tip of your tongue, explore until you find something standing up - sort of like a miniature dick. When you find it, caress it with the tip of your tongue, suck it with your lips.” It took my tongue only moments of pleasurable exploration to find the firm nub of her clitoris. The brown hair of her pussy was drenched in her juice and the warm smell of her juices created the most exotic perfume I had ever smelled. Like a diesel engine sucking in gasoline fumes, my heart raced wildly, while my dick throbbed like the beat of a metronome. When I settled my lips onto the knob of her clitoris, I made the tip of my tongue as light as a feather duster and brushed her clit lightly but vigorously. Andrea began making “unh, unh, unh” kinds of sounds. I knew she was stifling her sounds of pleasure because my parents were sleeping downstairs. Instinct and memories of things I had read took over at this point. Andrea was making muffled, throaty, almost growling sounds. I began sucking on her clitoris, pulling its little head between my lips, sucking and massaging. She crossed her ankles behind my back, clamped those gorgeous thighs around my head, and locked my mouth right on station. I began to alternate sucking and tonguing her clitoris with deep thrusts into her open, waiting vagina. After a few minutes she suddenly arched her back, pulled her lovely butt high off the bed with my head still imprisoned between her thighs. She made two quick thrusts upward, then grabbed the pillow that had been under her ass and pulled it down onto her face. As she bucked her hips up, down, and sideways, I could hear a heavily muffled, throaty, “Nnngggghhhhh, Nnnnnggggghhhhh, Nnnngggghhhh” sound coming from beneath the pillow she had pulled down tightly over her mouth. The moans and my sucking and tonguing went on for a long time, while her hips arched up, then down, shuddered, then settled down onto the bed. Only then did she released her grip on my head and lower her butt back onto the bed. “Oh God, that was good, little brother. I thought you were a virgin. You sure someone hasn’t been teaching you how to eat pussy?” she said, putting her hands on my head, gently pulling my head up to her breasts. “I told you I was a fast learner.” I said, tracing the circumference of her soft aereola with my finger tip. “Some things you can get an idea of how to do by reading.” “Well, forget the reading. You are about to get the first fuck of your life. Lay back and enjoy while little Andrea acquaints you with the joy of sex.” Saying this she raised up and straddled my hips with her legs. My hard cock was standing up, dripping lubricating juice only inches away from that warm, soft opening that had tasted so good. “What about . . . I don’t want to give you a baby.” There were no birth control pills in those times, and I wasn’t confident enough to carry “rubbers” (as we called condoms) around. “Don’t worry. The doctor fixed me after I had the baby. I can’t get pregnant again - ever. The only thing you can give me is a hot load of cum and a ton of pleasure.” With that, she reached between her hips, grasped the head of my swollen dick and placed it between the lips of her vagina. I could feel the softness of her vulva, it felt almost as if she was kissing the head of my dick. I thrust upward, but she moved up with my thrust so that I went in no further. “No, no, this is my party. You lay back and enjoy the first time. Let me control the action. It’ll be better that way.”, she said softly. “It’s all yours. Do whatever you want with it. Just do something quick before I explode.”, I hissed urgently. Andrea released the head of my dick and began to slowly descend down the shaft. I felt each millimeter as it entered the throne room. Never had I imagined it would be like this. I was discovering that magical quality that all pussies have - the ability to expand, yet cling softly and moistly to the entire length and girth of a long, hard, dick. I reached upward, cupped my hands beneath the beautifully shaped tits that were poised just inches above my mouth, and gently brushed the nipples with my thumb. Andrea gasped and push forward with her hips. “Enjoy, don’t worry right now about pleasing me. I want to know that your first fuck was as good as any you ever got afterward.”, she told me. By this time my entire, rock hard dick was buried in her beautiful, flat tummy. I could almost imagine how it looked inside her. With my whole dick now enshrined within her, Andrea sat still for a moment. Then I felt the most exotic massage begin. She was using muscles inside her vagina to knead my dick with a fantastic milking action. That was something I had never read about! “Oh God,” escaped from my lips. I couldn’t hold my hips still. Even with her riding down on them, I arched upwards, trying to find a way to get further into that unbelievably enticing, rewarding pussy. “Keep it quiet, little brother. Last thing we need is Dad calling up the stairway, wondering what’s wrong.” I nodded and bit my lower lip as she began a wild, circular motion with her hips. Just as my balls began to feel like they were going to empty and my dick began making pumping motions, Andrea stopped and held very still. “Try to hold it just a little longer.” She encouraged. “I want to give you more than this.” I held perfectly still, trying not to move a muscle in my body, for fear that would trigger the muscles around my prostate and balls. The tension subsided just a little. Andrea looked down and began to raise her hips, taking that delicious warmth away from my dick. All the way up, until just the tip of my glans was inside her lips, then slowly she melted my dick back into her pussy. She did that eight or ten times, then gave a little “bump” with her hips and said, “Hold on, Little Brother, here you go.” With my dick totally encased in what must be the warmest, softest cavity in the world, she began a fast rocking motion with her hips. My dick was feeling fantastic sensations. The heat began building in my nuts. Suddenly there was no way I could contain it. I felt sperm rising up into the base of my dick, then it was shooting, spurting, pounding, deep inside Andrea’s pussy. She kept rocking while the cum continued jetting into her, eight, ten or twelve times. I tried not to make any sound, but just could not stifle a throaty “uuuuhhh.” Andrea placed the palm of her hand gently over my mouth. I bit on the meaty edge of her hand while the last of my come shot into her. Then all the tension left my body. I felt as if everything wonderful in the world that could happen to me, had happened. “Oh my God.” I said, “I knew I had been missing something, but I had no idea just how much it was.” “Now, you know.”, Andrea whispered. “And there’s lots more where that came from, if you want it.” “If I want it?”, I asked incredulously. “I’d rather fuck you than anything I can think of.” She smiled. “Know what,” she said, not waiting for an answer. “After feeling what you put into my tummy, I can’t call you “little” brother any more. That thing is definitely not “little. I smiled contentedly, feeling good that I had pleased the first woman in my life. We lay together for a while. Touching, stroking, and lightly kissing. Just as we started to drift into a mellow sleep, Andrea said, “We’d better not sleep together. Mom or Dad might come upstairs in the morning to wake us up. I’m going to leave pretty early in the morning. Remember to come over before you go back to school tomorrow, so we can say good-bye. Now get out of here and go to your own bed.” I slept in late next morning, as I usually did on Saturdays. When I got up, Andrea was gone. I heard Mother doing things in the kitchen, so I got out of bed and headed downstairs. I had to walk past “my” bedroom on the way downstairs, and as I looked at the rumpled bed covers I began to get a hard-on just thinking about what had happened a few hours ago. It occurred to me that there was something nice about losing my cherry in my own bed, in my own home. Made it sort of personal. I spent the rest of the morning eating breakfast and chatting with my parents. After that I drove uptown to see who was hanging out. Main streets at that time were what malls became many years later. Drug store soda fountains were the equivalent of a mall’s snack area. There were mostly high school kids up there now, so I didn’t stay too long. I had to go clean up my car anyway. I had a date with Dianne tonight and wanted the car to be presentable. Dianne was beautiful as ever, when she opened the door that evening. We went to a steak house, had a nice dinner, then went to a place where we could talk, have a few drinks, and dance. I held her close as we danced, and couldn’t help think about how nice it would be to share with her what I had shared with Andrea. But I was pretty sure that wasn’t in the cards at this time. I satisfied myself with holding her, feeling her firm breasts press into me, and smelling the delicious smells of her perfume and hair as we danced. We left the night club a little after one o’clock in the morning. I took her home, where we sat parked in her driveway for quite some time, becoming very involved in what we called “petting.” Which meant that I unbuttoned her top, slipped one hand beneath her bra and played with her firm, shapely breasts. She “allowed me” to tweak her taut little nipples and gently massage and caress her tits. We both recognized that “below the waist” was off limits. We kissed and petted until it was clear that we either pulled back or “climbed the mountain.” “I’d better go in.”, she murmured in my ear. “Yeah, I know. “, I said reluctantly. We re-arranged our clothing, kissed a few more times. Dianne opened her car door, so I got out and walked her to her front door. We enjoyed one last long, tongue- entwining kiss, then she was behind her door and gone. Next day along about noon, I called Dianne. We talked for an hour about everything and nothing, the way young people have done for centuries. I was seeing her in a very different way than as a high school band “friend”, and I hoped she might become more than just slightly interested in me. Mother had lunch all ready, and had put together a “CARE” package of food, cookies, and other morsels for me to take with me. She asked me to play a little on the piano for her, and being a good son I happily complied. She had been the one to start me in music and I was grateful that she had. After playing ten minutes or so, I told her I had to get back a little early to work on a big assignment. I packed my gear in my car, hunted Dad down out in his shop, and said “Good-bye” to both of them. I left their driveway and drove straight to Andrea’s house. I didn’t tell my parents, but even if they had known, it wouldn’t have been unusual for me to stop by and visit Andrea. They may have had some reservations about the relationship I had with my “big sister,” but they could hardly condemn it. Every boy needs a big sister. I parked in the garage, walked into the kitchen and called out to Andrea. She answered from the living room, telling me to come on in. She was sitting on the sofa reading a book, looking good enough to eat - which I proposed to do. She wore a pair of jeans which fit her lovely legs like they had been shrunk-fit. Her luscious breasts were contained in a white sweater that clung to her like snow on mountain peaks. Altogether very enticing, especially as I remembered how we had fucked last night. “Come in quietly”, she said. “The baby is taking a nap. He should be in for at least an hour. That ought to be time enough to say good bye, don’t you think?” “I think I might even say good bye twice in an hour.” I said with what I thought was a lascivious smile. “Well come on in and we’ll see.” Her eyebrows arched a little. I walked over and stood in front of her, with my knee’s straddling her thighs. I bent over with my hands on the back of the sofa just behind her head. Our lips met. Her mouth opened just enough to let my tongue slip in. We played cat and mouse with the tips of our tongues, until the mouse surrendered, then our tongues were hotly exploring. Excitement began building in my groin as she thrust her big breasts forward to mash into my solar plexus. I began thrusting my hips back and forth in a slow fucking motion. Andrea put her hands over my bulging crotch and gently massaged as I rocked back and forth. She was making little “Umm, umm, ahh” sounds as our bodies began to blend. After a few minutes of that I was ready to explode and hadn’t so much as loosened my belt yet. I pulled back from her as she said, “No, don’t stop.” “I’m not stopping. I have another idea. “ I said in a husky voice. I knelt down on the carpet between her knees. My head was just even with those shapely mountains beneath her sweater. I moved in closer and pulled her sweater up. I found, happily, there was nothing between me and those delicious, soft hills of heaven except clear air. Her nipples reacted quickly to being exposed. I moved forward, gave attention to first one, then the other, letting my lips move back and forth down from the nipple, into the valley, then upslope to engage the other nipple. Andrea’s hips began to writhe up and down now like the bow of a canoe in a series of waves. I continued that very provocative game, happily listening to Andrea’s moans of sheer pleasure. I had no idea before last night whether I could pleasure a woman or not. Now I knew, and now I intended to enjoy my talent to the fullest. With her nipples fully engorged, and me temporarily sated with the joy of mouthing and sucking on them, I took a quick break, reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As the front of her jeans fell open I saw she was naked beneath them. Her thick bush was fully exposed. I went back to work on her nipples, leaving her jeans gapped open. It was time to triangulate. I gently positioned her so that her hips were right on the edge of the cushion while she lay back against the sofa. Her right nipple seemed to be more deserving. I took it into my mouth, gently sucked on it, causing milk to flow. I swallowed greedily, knowing that she could produce plenty for both me and the baby. It was exotically sweet. I left her nipples to gradually trace a path downward and across, over her belly button, all the way down to her bush. When I arrived, she thrust her hips up, reached down and shoved her jeans down below her butt. Now her entire lovely pussy lay open, waiting for my attention, which I was more than willing to give it. Building on what I had learned last night, I very lightly flicked the tip of my tongue over her erect little clit. When my tongue touched her clit, she sucked her breath in, making a sound like someone had poured ice water over her, except it had overtones of sheer pleasure. I was only halfway through my pleasure trip. Each time just before she began to climax, I moved off her clit, to begin tracing a succulent path up, across her belly button , and up the enticing slope of her full breast, coming to a stop on her nipple. I gave both the same loving attention while comparing flavors as the milk flowed into my eager mouth. “Oh God, Oh God, so g- o- o- o- d,” she moaned as a climax consumed her body. She vocalized, making sounds deep in her throat for a long time, then her hips sank back onto the sofa, as she pulled my head up to her mouth. She slid forward, easing her butt down onto the carpet in front of the sofa. I was still kneeling, while she was sitting flat on the floor. “Let’s get that big, fresh , cock of yours out where I can see it, feel it, suck on it,” she demanded, unfastening my belt and pulling my zipper down as she talked. My dick was pushing against my shorts, which were wet from the juice that was leaking out. Andrea pulled my pants and shorts down to my knees in one swift motion. My dick stood tall, proud, hard, and ready, aimed right at her lips. She scooted down slightly, put her hands on the cheeks of my ass and pulled me toward her. As she did, her lips and teeth parted, allowing the head of my now very ready cock to go all the way into her mouth. I didn’t see how anything could be better than the feeling I had last night when my dick slid through the lips of her pussy into that warm, clinging chamber behind them, but now I began to wonder. She sucked, pulled her lips up and down, over the sensitive corona, then with the tip of her tongue, caressed my cock’s sensitive underbelly just below the hole. It was my turn to sing now. Being young, unfucked until last night, and possessed of nuts that had been making semen now for years, there was no way I could stand this very long, but she kept sliding her mouth deep onto it, taking it all the way into her throat, then back off to where only her lip clung to the head. I knew it was impossible to hold back much longer. “Do you want. . . ,” I was almost afraid to ask. “Yes, yes,” she briefly held my dick in her hand while she spoke. “I want to feel you pumping your cum into my mouth. Give it to me!” A second later her mouth encompassed my dick and she was frantically sucking, moving up and down, and moaning. I felt an explosion begin way back behind my balls. It built to a climax in a millisecond. My dick began pumping. I could feel big slugs of cum shooting out. One, two, three. . . , my dick kept shooting. I quit thinking about how many times. Then it quit. Andrea pulled her mouth away and looked up at me with a devilish smile. She rolled over onto her back on the floor. I eased down beside her, on my side, facing her. We lay still for a few minutes, just holding onto one another. “Let’s see if you can do that two times in a row, little stud brother,” she said as she reached down and grasped my now-limp tool. The moment her hand closed around it, it began swelling and stretching. “Oh, yeah, it has lots of life left.”, she confirmed. I put my hand on her pussy, the thick hair nestling in my palm. Everything I touched was warm and slick, ready to take in my dick which was growing longer and harder by the minute. With two fingers I gently traced her inner lips, then slid them all the way into her open pussy. Meanwhile I was gently stroking the little nub of her clit with the tip of my thumb. The heat built quickly. She opened her legs wide, inviting me to move between them. I quickly accepted the invitation. As I positioned the head of my dick on the entrance to her love tunnel, she raised her legs, placed them around my neck and arched her waiting pussy up towards its visitor. “Now, you’re going to fuck me until I let you go,” she said as she thrust her hips upward, causing the head of my rod to slide in. I pushed forward, letting it sink deliciously slowly all the way into her. Deep into her tummy I pushed. Then deeper inside than I would have thought I could go, I began making small thrust/withdraw motions. She caught the rhythm immediately. I could feel her juice flowing down over my balls. We fucked with my rod buried deep in her pussy for several minutes. Looking down, I could see her nipples standing tall and erect. Her face was eager, with a look of intense passion in her eyes. I pulled my dick slowly all the way back until just the head was left kissing the lips of her vagina. “No, don’t leave. I need you deep. Fuck me hard.” She said in a voice that was half plea, half command. I slammed my dick into her hard and fast. It buried all the way up to the hilt. Our hairs caught together and intertwined. I could feel her mound pressed hard against mine. She made a gurgling “aahhhh”, almost screaming sound as I pounded her fiercely. Making my in and out strokes as long as possible I withdrew and rammed it home fast, with hard, lunging movements. “Oh, YES. YES. I love it. Fuck me hard - deep. Oooohhhhhh.” She wailed as a racking climax shook her body. I rode the storm while she bucked, thrust, and screwed her hips. Then, just as she began to subside, I felt a tempest growing deep in my scrotum, boiling, demanding to be ejaculated. Now it was my turn. I couldn’t have kept from slamming as far into her hot, wet pussy if there had been razor wire buried in it. My dick began to buck and pump. Hot semen boiled through its eye and shot into her waiting, wet, pussy. I have no idea how many shots of cum came blasting out I was far too involved in thrusting my hips as hard against her love platform as possible to count or care. We collapsed in a heap on the floor. I rolled over so that my weight wouldn’t crush her. We clung to one another, not saying a word while we came down from orbit. After a few minutes Andrea smiled and said contentedly, “You are a fast learner. I couldn’t ask for a brighter student.” “They tell me it’s mostly up to the teacher. A good teacher can bring even a slow student up to speed in no time.” I returned the compliment. We lay together for a few more minutes, then reluctantly, she said it was time for me to go. The baby would be waking up and I had a hundred mile drive ahead of me. We slipped our clothes back on, went into the kitchen and drank a cold cola while we continued to wind down. “So, do you suppose you’ll be coming back home a little more often than you have been?”, she teased. “You know, I think it’s like Dorothy said in The Wizard of Oz. "There’s no place like home." I think I’ll be back quite often now that I found out what she meant.”