


    Although we had many sexual adventures and although I taught
her a lot about sex, I wasn't -- by a long shot -- the only man
in Linda's life.  She sometimes thanked me for broadening her
sexual horizons and repertoire, then would tell me how she had
surprised some other lover with something I had taught her.  Most
often, she would describe these men and these episodes while my
cock was buried in her oozing cunt, bringing forth a flood of cum
almost immediately.
    Linda's favorite was an old college boyfriend, John, who
lived several hundred miles away and came to visit her every
month or so.  Often the two of us would meet him at a bar near
our office -- a nice guy, not bad looking, but nothing special,
in my book.  After a couple of drinks they would leave for her
home, and my experience with Linda let me picture in some detail
what they did there.
    She was unusually reticent about her activities with him,
although I pressed her for details, saying of him only, "He has a
huge cock and really knows how to use it."  She only laughed when
I asked if she had shown him her recently learned sucking skills.
"What do you think?" she asked, then went back to what she was
doing.  Which, fortunately, was sucking me within an inch of my
life.
     By this time, and under my tutelage, Linda had become a
master sword-swallower.  She could very nearly deep throat my
tool, and vowed that she would eventually succeed if I let her
practice often enough.  But the essence of her ability to
producing fountains of cum was not her expertise, but rather her
avidity.  She loved to suck, and would prolong our mutual
pleasure as long as possible, sensing when I was about to fire my
load, and easing me back from the precipice.  On a usual night
she would bring me to the brink four or five times before
bringing me off and swallowing my load.
     But I digress.
     One night when Linda and I had been seeing each other for
nearly a year, she told me John was paying a visit that weekend.
My wife was going to visit her family that same weekend, and I'd
looked forward to a long fuck- and suckfest with Linda, to the
luxury of spending a whole night with her and to starting the
next day with a 69 for breakfast.
     When I expressed my disappointment at this change of plan,
Linda said, "Oh Max, I forgot all about that.  I'm sorry. ...
Look, why don't you join us for dinner Saturday night?"
     I wasn't thrilled by the prospect of being around them and
knowing John was going to be enjoying what I had hoped for, but
her offer was better than sitting in front of the tube.  And
maybe I could pick up somebody at a bar afterward.  So I
accepted.
     Linda was in the kitchen when I arrived at her place that
Saturday nigh, and John opened the door for me.
     "Hi, Max.  Good to see you again," he said.  "Dinner's going
to be a little late -- Linda got, um, distracted," he added with
a wink. "Can I fix you a drink?"


     Dinner, ending with coffee and brandy, was duly served and
consumed, and I wished them goodnight, wanting to get out of the
way of their plans.  But Linda, who had perhaps had a glass too
much of wine, urged me to stay.  John joined her, although with
somewhat less enthusiasm.
     So we sat on the couch, talking and sipping more brandy.
Linda sat snuggled against John, giving him occasional kisses on
the cheek.  As the level of brandy in her glass lowered, the
level of her ardor and sexual aggressiveness grew, and soon the
kisses on the cheek became quick meetings of their lips.  Finally
Linda pulled his head down for a long meeting of their tongues.
     My frustration level was growing rapidly and once again I
offered my farewells.
     "Don't go, Max.  We want you to stay," Linda said.  "You
see, John knows all about you.  He knows he has you to thank for
showing me how to do some of the things I do to please him.  He's
my favorite lover, but he knows you're my favorite teacher.  We
think ... I think ... it's time for me to show you how well I've
learned my lessons."
     She pulled John's head down for a long kiss again, then
slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor between John's legs.
John seemed a bit embarrassed about all this, but offered no
resistance as Linda tugged at his zipper and pulled out his
shriveled cock.
     "Honey, I'm surprised you're not more enthusiastic about
this," she told him as she fondled his limp meat. "You weren't so
shy this afternoon.  Let's see what we can do about this."
      She bent forward and took his dick in her mouth.  It
disappeared between her lips, bringing a grunt of approval from
John, and I could immediately detect the signs of her tongue
bathing him.  It took only a moment of that before she was
gagging and let slip from her mouth his erect, saliva-shiny tool.
She was right:  It was obviously huge, even with its base still
concealed in his pants.
     Her hand clutched his prick, barely able to surround it, as
she bent forward again and lapped at the crimson tip.  John's
eyes were closed, his head back; any embarrassment had fled.
     It was my turn to object.  "As your teacher, I say this
demonstration is inadequate.  I say we should move it to your
bedroom  so you'll have more room to show that you have learned
your lessons and studied hard."
     She stopped licking and grinned at me.  "Whatever the
teacher says," she said and stood, rather unsteadily.  She held
John's cock, leading him up the stairs, with me in tow.
     There was a flurry of clothing once we reached Linda's
bedroom, as all three of us stripped.  This was no time for slow,
sensuous undressing; all of us were ready for the main event and
had nothing else in mind.
     John's undressing revealed a truly magnificent rod.  This
was what Linda liked, not the drooping mustache or gangling
frame.  It was at least 10 inches long, and nearly that thick.


He had barely undressed and laid back on the bed before Linda was
at him again, kneeling between his legs and making that his shaft
glisten with saliva while she tried to swallow his full length.
     Reduced for the moment to the role of voyeur, I sat on the
foot of the bed watching Linda suck that huge cock, hearing her
cum just because her mouth was full of him.  I was jacking my own
hard rod, trying not to feel inadequate, as I watched that long
prick disappear into Linda's mouth, watched the muscles in her
mouth and neck ripple as she licked and sucked, watched it emerge
again from her lips and watched her tongue dance over the tip.
     Her ass was wiggling invitingly as her mouth performed its
well-known small miracles, and I positioned myself behind her.  I
kissed and took small nips at her firm, round ass and licked the
crevice between her cheeks, toying with the puckered bloom of her
anus, while my fingers probed her sopping cunt.
     With her help, I pried her legs apart as wide as possible,
then craned my neck to lick her steaming pussy.  Her juices were
flowing copiously as she came again and again.
     I paused to savor the view between her legs of her tiny tits
bouncing as her head plunged up and down on John's huge cock,
then raised myself and slowly pushed my swollen rod into her
cunt.  Her pussy muscles gripped the hard intruder spasmodically
as she continued her nearly continuous climaxing.  John's labored
breathing told me Linda's vigorous sucking had him near the
brink; her contracting cunt had me nearly there, and Linda
herself was already past that point.  I was fucking her
furiously, and her head was a blur of motion, the cum was welling
up from deep in my balls. Then John yelled in delight and I
poured a hot flood into her, feeling my cum ooze back out of her
overflowing cunt.
     I fell back on the bed beside John, my semi-rigid cock still
dribbling cum.  John's was in the same condition, and Linda knelt
between us, sucking us by turns until we were drained.
     After a few minutes' rest, I went downstairs to fetch a
bottle of wine and some glasses, and we rested with some
chardonnay.
     It took less time than I'd have thought for us to recover
our energies.  Linda began toying with our cocks, one in each
hand, and we were soon ready to attack her again, although she
continued to play the role of aggressor.
     "Max, I want you to get a close look -- really close -- at
how well I've learned my lessons," she said.  "Slide down in the
bed, get close to John's dick, and watch me suck."
     I did as she asked -- the teacher being taught -- and
positioned myself just inches from his cock, as she knelt again
between his legs.
     Her lips parted millimeters from the purple head of his love
muscle, her tongue darted out and tried to force its way into the
slit.  Giving up on that effort, it slowly circled the ridge at
the base of the head.
     "Isn't this a lovely cock, Max?" she asked.


     "It's certainly large," I agreed.  "I don't see how you can
get so much of it in your mouth."
     "Just watch," she said, "maybe you'll find out."
     The subject of our conversation was throbbing with
anticipation as Linda's mouth opened to jaw-straining limits and
the tip disappeared between her lips.  Then the rest of the head
and an inch of the shaft as she slowly swallowed more of him. Two
inches, three inches disappeared into the hot orifice, as her
tongue occasionally emerged to lick the exposed part of his rod.
     She couldn't take it all, but that didn't keep her from
trying.  She pushed further down until she began to gag, then
lifted her head as slowly as she had lowered it.  When the full
glistening length was exposed again, her tongue made another
swirling expedition around the head, her teeth nipped gently at
the very tip, then she began to swallow him again, somewhat more
rapidly than before.
     I reached over and began playing with John's balls, rolling
the heavy, hairy globes between my fingers while Linda sucked.
     A half-dozen more plunges up and down the shaft and she
paused to look at me.  "I've learned well, haven't I, Max?"
     "Turn this way and lie down.  I want to eat you," I
answered.  We rearranged ourselves on the bed and soon my tongue
was happily lapping at her puffy cunt lips, probing between them,
and massaging her jutting clit.  She was once again in the
perpetual-orgasm mode, her hips bucking against my face, but I
could see from the corner of my eye that she kept up her avid
sucking.
     Soon John was groaning, close to shooting another load, when
I felt a hand grasp my aching dick, and knew it wasn't Linda's. I
stopped eating her long enough to look down and see John's hand
encircling my cock and pumping it.  But not for long:  He
suddenly lifted onto his arms and wiggled down toward me on the
bed.  Linda moved with him to keep his cock encased, and I moved
with her to keep her pussy near my head.  Soon we had arranged
ourselves in a triangle and, as I resumed licking Linda's juicy
hole, I felt John's mouth on the tip of my cock.
     I'd always been repelled by the idea of another man's touch,
but to my surprise, the brandy and the gentleness with which John
was eating my meat soon made me relax and concentrate on tasting
Linda's twat.  It appeared to be a new experience for John as
well, for he lacked anything approaching Linda's skill or
enthusiasm.
     That particular scenario ended soon afterward with Linda
sucking John until he produced a fountain of cum, which she took
in the face, while John jerked me off and coated my belly with my
own load.  Linda was enjoying all this immensely, wiping jism
from her face and my belly, then rubbing it over her tits and
licking it from her fingers.
     John said that he'd never sucked cock before, and had never
wanted to, but that the talk of sucking, and Linda's expert
ministrations, had made him want to try.  Linda suggested that


the two of us put on a show for her, a 69, but we were both too
reluctant, too fucked out, and too tired to oblige her.
     In fact, the prolonged activity and the brandy had taken its
toll on all of us, and we soon fell asleep, Linda sandwiched
between John and me.
     I was the first to awaken and, after wiping the sleep from
my eyes, went back to my favorite activity: eating pussy.  Linda
stirred and stretched lazily at the touch of my tongue, then
tangled my hair in her fingers to urge  me on as she became fully
awake.  Her orgasms started almost immediately, and the sound of
her cumming awakened John.  I decided that he, not Linda, shoulkd
be the audience for a 69, so turned on the bed to straddle her
and thrust my dick into that talented, waiting mouth.
     As she sucked and I ate, I could see John watching us and
stroking himself to the stiffness of steel -- his turn to be the
voyeur.
     When I was on the verge of blasting yet another load into
Linda's insatiable mouth, I rolled away from her.
     "You've learned that lesson well, my dear," I said.  "Time
to move on to another topic."
     I had her mount John, hearing her gasp with delight as his
massive rod stretched her lubricated cunt. After allowing her to
savor the delight of thrusting her hips against him, I instructed
her to lie forward on John, pressing her tits against his hairy
chest.
     Then I knelt behind her, licked the puckered rose of her
asshole until it dripped with saliva, and placed my cocktip at
that virgin orifice.  She yelped with pain as I began to push
into her, so I paused, feeling the pressure of John's dick in her
cunt, until she relaxed and indicated I could proceed.  I did so
gently and slowly, feeling the heat of her ass, hearing her moan
-- with pleasure now -- until I was fully in her.
     Slowly and gently I fucked her asshole, and she moved in
time with my thrusts, letting me feel John's cock sliding in and
out of her pussy.  This new experience quickly had her cumming
again in what she would later acknowledge was her "best fuck
ever."  My own orgasm wasn't long in arriving, filling her butt
with hot cum, with John's climax following close behind.  Linda
fell back onto the bed, proclaiming that the best possible way to
start the day.
     Our shared pleasures didn't last much longer:  John had to
drive back home that morning.  We  helped him pack and load his
car, wished him a safe trip, then had one final fuck ourselves to
cap a superbly cum-drenched weekend.
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