The Lesson — Bridget Midway

Tamara held Rob’s chin and pulled his face forward to meet her gaze as she straddled his nearly naked body.

“You pay attention to me,” she demanded.  “Don’t worry about anything else going on in this room.”

He nodded. 

As though undressing down to only a sexy yellow thong wasn’t enough, Tamara pressed her perfect handful-sized breasts against his bare chest.  His hand slid up the backs of her smooth thighs until they reached her firm, round ass. 

The sensations of her silky skin, her hard nipples sweeping against him and feeling his stiff cock brushing the inside of his black silk boxers, Rob felt a release could be eminent at any moment.  But he held off, wanting to get more of lesson from this skilled teacher.

Tamara took one of Rob’s hands from her ass and brought it around to her tit.  His eyes gathered in the visual feast as he massaged it.  A moan escaped her mouth as she cocked her head, letting her golden brown hair cascade down the side of his face. 

“Make my body yours, Rob.  You’re responsible for my pleasure.” She kissed the side of his face. 

Responsible for her pleasure?  He swallowed, thinking about that daunting prospect.  But then again, shirking back from risks was what got him to this point in the first place, got him to seek her. 

The touch of her lips made him moan this time.  She pushed him back against the red arm of the couch.  Moving her torso up, she hovered her other unattended tit over his face, particularly his mouth.

Gazing at her cinnamon-colored areola pumped more blood into his cock until it strained against his boxers.  He wasted no time latching onto the juicy orb.  His tongue swirled around her pebbled nipple making her body tremble with each pass. 

Without prompting, Rob brought his hand down and hooked a finger onto the side of her panties.  In an easy pull, he brought her thong down to her knees that were imbedded into the couch cushions.

Tamara took that moment to move back from him, detaching him from suckling her tit as she lay back with her head on the other arm of the couch.  Raising her legs in the air, nonverbally she asked him to remove her downed panties. 

He did so, eliminating them from around her ankles and tossing them to the floor.  Her sweet but briny aroma emanated from between her legs and up to his nostrils.  Rob took in a deep breath to inhale her intoxicating scent. 

Even in the darkened room he saw the thin strip of hair covering her cunt. He also spied her pussy juices covering her nether lips. 

No instructions needed here.  Rob turned his body around so that now he was positioned on his belly with his face between her thighs.

With his hands pressed against her inner thighs to hold them apart, he licked the length of her, from the bottom of her pussy to her swollen clit. 

Her body writhed from the connection.  Seeing her turned on made him ravenous for her, licking and sucking her pussy as though she contained what he needed to survive. 

Grabbing a handful of his dark hair, she shoved him roughly against her mound.  God, Rob had never been with a woman this passionate before, this hungry, this strong.  Was this what he had been needing, a woman to take charge, make him feel wanted and desired?

Responding to her body, he covered her clit with his mouth and slid his middle finger into her hot pussy.  The thick, slick walls inside of her clamped down around his digit and it made his cock twitch to life again. 

“Ohh shit, Rob!  That’s it!  That’s it!”  Tamara, keeping one hand fisted in his hair, used her other hand to fondle her tit, evident when he opened his eyes to look at her while still sucking her clit. 

Rob had this woman in the palm of his hand.  The power of that feeling made him want to fuck her and every woman in Virginia. As though reading his mind after coming down from her climax, Tamara hooked her big toes into the sides of his underwear and brought them, clumsily, down around his legs. 

Not worried about them being around his knees, he moved his body up so that his chest hovered over hers.  She reached down and took a hold of his shaft.  He loved how much she took control, taking as much responsibility for her pleasure as him. 

Rubbing the tip of his cock up and down between her slick folds, Tamara closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation.  She was so wet, Rob heard the sounds of her sticky dampness with each pass she made.

The sensitive head of his cock thrummed until he could no longer take the teasing.  Hooking one of her legs around his arm, he removed her hand from his shaft, taking over control of it himself, and positioned it at the opening.

“Remember,” Tamara said nearly breathlessly, “make me want it.”

Rob teased her by easing in only the bulbous tip.  His body trembled as soon as he popped through the tight fit. 

Tamara moaned so loud he knew even with the windows closed that the neighbors must have heard her.  The idea that old lady Gerritson across the street may have heard Tamara nearly come spurned him to slide another inch inside of the sun-tanned beauty. 

Her fingernails clawed his shoulders the deeper he got.  Once down to the base, he shook and she screamed.

“Goddamnit!  You’re fucking better than I thought,” she said, her deep chocolate brown eyes wide and full of lust.  “Don’t stop!”

Rob thrust in and out of her hot, tight wetness.  Lowering his head, he kissed her hungrily, sliding his tongue into her mouth so that she could taste her own juices. 

She must have liked it.  She sucked his tongue like it was his cock.  Then when he pulled back she licked around his mouth, taking in the rest of her juices.

Rob pumped into her pussy harder and faster.  Sweat poured down his face and body until they both became drenched.  Tamara brought her hand down between her legs.  She spread her index and middle fingers apart and slipped the opened space over Rob’s cock that was inside of her.  Then she squeezed her fingers together around him, giving him another sensation like he was fucking two pussies at once.  Then she used the heel of her hand to rub her protruding nub. 

Damn, this woman was good.

Rob’s body shook uncontrollably.  His hot sac burned for a release and soon.

“You want to come, baby?” she asked in a low, seductive voice.

“Ohh…so…very…close,” he managed to stammer.

“Pull out.”

Rob kept going, unsure he’d heard what she just asked.

“I said pull out!” she demanded.

With great reluctance, Rob drew out of her tight pussy.  But Tamara didn’t waste any time.  She made him sit on the center of the couch as she scrambled to the floor.  Kneeling between his legs, she cradled his balls in one hand and held the base of his cock in the other.

With a tight-fisted grasp, she slid her hand up and down his dick.  The feeling almost rivaled her sweet cunt but not quite.  Then she covered his tip with her mouth and he nearly sprang from the couch. 

Her moist mouth moved down to the base and she held him there.  On instinct, Rob put his hand to the back of her head as soon as she bobbed it up and down his length.  Her tongue snaked around his veiny cock like she wanted to remember every inch of skin covering his shaft. 

When he felt that familiar burning sensation to shoot his load, he undulated his hips, fucking her mouth.  Her hand continued caressing his tight balls.  When she moaned, vibrating her full lips around him, he could no longer hold out. 

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed just as he shot his hot jism into her mouth. 

She swallowed every drop, careful not to spill any on him or her hand still wrapped around the base.  Cutting her eyes upward, she stared at him intensely.  He could see her smiling at her accomplishment. 

Tamara’s lips popped when she released his cock from her mouth trap.  She stood, leaned over and kissed him fully on his lips. 

Now it was his turn to taste his salty juices.  Not as good as hers but just knowing the pleasure she’d given him with just her mouth made him appreciate the flavor. 

She stood and sauntered over to where his wife sat in a chair, watching this entire display with her arms and legs bound and a red ball-gag fixed in her mouth. 

With one hard tug, Tamara removed the gag from his wife’s mouth and crushed a kiss on her lips.  Rob’s cock twitched to attention at the sight.

“And that’s how your husband likes to be fucked,” Tamara said.

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This is Bridget’s third sexy story published here on Every Night Erotica, read Hired Hand and Civic Duty.