Teaching Kaci

“Should I be taking notes on this?” she asked softly.

I smiled. “I don’t think that will be necessary. I think you’ll remember” I pulled the bra from her body. While her breasts were small, they also were quite beautiful, with penny-size maroon nipples. I bent over and kissed each one of them. She was beginning to breathe a little more rapidly.

“Stand up,” I said. “Stand in front of me.”

She did so. Now I could see that she was blushing. I reached over and taking the waistband of her panties on either side slowly pulled them down over her thighs and knees until finally they were draped around her ankles. Her little brunette bush was glistening like a new present. “You have the most beautiful little muffin I have ever seen,” I said.

She smiled. “What did you call it?”

“Your muffin.”

“I like that. It sounds a lot nicer than some of the other words I’ve heard.”

“And from here, it looks like it could even be a cream-filled muffin.”

She laughed. “Not yet, but maybe later.”

“Let me taste it.” I leaned over and kissed it, taking a moment to caress her slit, visible at the bottom, with my tongue. I could feel her trembling.

“I think my legs are getting weak,” she said softly. “Can I sit down?”

“You can sit across my lap,” I suggested, and she did so. “Put your arms around me and spread your legs a little.” She did so. “One of the guy tricks is to kiss a girl just before you’re going to do something, so she can’t object verbally.” I kissed her hard and deep, then slipped my middle finger into her tight slit. She drew in her breath sharply. To my surprise, I felt that she was already wet.

“You’re nice and slick,” I said.

“Aroused I think is what you call it,” she said softly.

That gave me my chance. “Speaking of aroused,” I said, “You are making my pants tighter all the time. Would you mind if I took it out?”

“No,” she whispered.

I unzipped my fly and pulled it out. My size is probably average or normal, but having a naked virgin in my lap was making it quite a bit larger than normal.

She looked down at it, and a little apprehension grew in her eyes. “That’s not going to fit,” she said.

“Oh yes it will. Especially if we can get you this wet next time.”

“I think that should be easy.”

“I think so too. I’m looking forward to it. But I think we will bring Lesson One to an end with mutual demonstrations of oral sex.”

“Okay.”

“Get on your knees in front of me.”

She did so.

“Now kiss the end of my penis and take it in your mouth,” I said.

She did so. She choked a little at first and smiled up at me apologetically. But gradually she got use to how much she could take in. And she slowly began to take in more.

“Use your tongue.” I suggested.

She did so, swirling it around.

“What’s another name for penis beginning with a C?” I asked her.

“….Cock?” she asked softly.

“Yes. Do you like sucking my cock?”

She nodded her head.

“Say it?”

“I love sucking your cock.”

“Guys love it when nice pretty girls like you talk dirty to them, so remember that too. The more dirty words you can use, the better a guy will like it.”

“Then does that mean you’re going to…fuckme next time?” she asked.

She was learning fast. “That mean’s I’m going to fuck you next time. But this time I can’t hold back much longer. If you suck it one more time, I’m going to come in your mouth. But don’t worry. It’s only about an ounce of semen, which I have been told tastes a little peppery, a little salty. Just keep swallowing, okay?”

She nodded. Then she took my cock in her mouth again, went about halfway down it and began to suck and use her tongue in earnest.

There was no way I could have held back even if I had wanted to. I exploded into her mouth—and watched her swallow every drop.

Finally she looked up and smiled, cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her nose and eyes were running like she had a cold. “Was that all right?” she asked.

I smiled back. “That was very all right. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Never!” She smiled.

“Then I would have to say that you’re a natural, young lady. And now it’s my turn. Lie on the floor in front of the fire.”

She sat on the floor in front of me. Suddenly she realized she was facing a large bay window. “What if someone sees us?” she asked.

“What if they do? What we’re doing might be unethical, but it’s perfectly legal. If they happen to see a beautiful naked virgin, it will be their lucky day.”

She smiled. “Okay.” She laid down on the rug in front of the fire. I sat there for a moment to marvel at the beauty of her naked body—and to realize how luckyIwas. “I’m going to put my tongue inside you and try to get you aroused,” I said. “Then I want you to try and come in my mouth. Do you think you could do that?”

She smiled. “I think so.”

I got down on the rug beside her and spread her legs. Then I got down between her legs and began to lick her slit. And she began to softly moan.

It did not take her long to come, and she taste as good as peaches.

“Was that all right?” she asked sitting up.

“That was very all right. Lesson Two next Friday.”

“Great!”

IV

Kaci arrived promptly at seven p.m. the next Friday. This time she was wearing a white cotton eyelet sort of dress with buttons from the waist to a little collar at the neck, above which was a blood-red silk scarf around her neck. She also had on low-heeled white shoes. And she was carrying a red rose.

“This is for you,” she said, handing it to me with a smile.

“Thank you. I’m honored,” I said, letting her in. “You looking very virginal.”

“That was the intention.”

“And does the red silk have any symbolic meaning?”

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I bought a bottle of expensive champagne and have it chilling in the bedroom, so would you like to get right to it?”

“Sure.”

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I had already opened the champagne, so I poured her a glass. “To you,” I said.

“To you.” She drank it.

The coverlet of the bed had already been turned down. She turned to look at it and saw the large window at the end of the room—and a house about 50 feet away.

“Shouldn’t we close the drapes?” she asked.

“I don’t think so. The only person living there is a retired professor, Max Cohen, who is about eighty. I doubt he can see this far.” In fact, I had told Max earlier in the day that if he wanted to watch something better than television, he ought to train his eyes on this window about seven o’clock. With professorial loyalty, I thought it would be a treat for him.

“All right.”

I poured her another glass of champagne. She drained that one too and put the glass down.

“I want to undress you,” I said.

“All right.”

I unbuttoned her to the waist and unfastened her belt. Then I pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it slide down to the floor. She was wearing white lace panties and a bra—and guess what? The bra fastened in the front. I unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. I bent over and kissed both of her nipples, which were already beginning to get hard. Then I got down on my knees, put my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them. I kissed and licked her muffin again.

“Put your hands on your head and turn around—just in case Mr. Cohen is watching,” I suggested. “I’m sure he would love to take a look at your beautiful muffin.”

She did so. She seemed to be getting less and less embarrassed at being naked all the time. I kissed both sides of her naked bottom. “You have the firmest and most beautiful bottom I’ve ever kissed,” I said.

She turned back again. “I was a gymnast in high school.”

“I see….And your bottom is virgin as well, right?”

At first she didn’t understand what I meant, then she got it. “Yes.”

“Well, we may have to take care of that at a later time.” I stood, picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, where I deposited her carefully. I pulled the covers off the bed. “We don’t want anything to be covered up,” I said.

She smiled. “Just in case Mr. Cohen is watching.”

“Right.”

“Are we going to ruin your sheet?” she asked with concern. “Are you going to be able to wash it?”

“Who cares?” I undressed fully. I wanted both of us to be naked. “Sorry I don’t look as good as you,” I said.

“Actually, you look pretty good for someone your age,” she responded. “You must work out.”

“I do. Especially recently.”

She looked down “And your thing is just as big as before.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Are you sure it’s going to fit?”

“Once I lubricate you, it will.” I climbed on the bed and knelt between her thighs. I have seen many beautiful sights in my life, but I don’t think I have ever seen anything as beautiful as what lay before me: the lovely and naked Kaci.

“One thing you didn’t bring up, but you should have was the matter of a condom,” I said. “You should always make sure your boyfriend has and uses a condom. You don’t want to get pregnant in the first year of college.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think of it,” she said.

“We’ll forgive you this time since you’re new at it, but don’t forget it again. In my case, that’s not necessary since I had a vasectomy ten years ago, so I’m only shooting blanks. I don’t have to use a condom with you.”

“Good. Because I want to feel you.”

“And I want to feel you.” I bent down and began lubricating her with my tongue, and as if on cue, she began to softly moan, as she slipped her fingers into her pubic hair.