Learning From Luke
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I was in my favorite position: on my back, propped up
onto my elbows, legs spread wide with knees bent. Jack
was kissing me eagerly as his cock slide effortlessly
in and out of my wetness. Feeling him in me was
thrilling, and having him huffing into my mouth with
his exertions was more so.

I love getting fucked.

Occasionally I tipped my head back, exposing my neck
to his mouth, feeling my hair sway as Jack made the
bed sway. Being passive as he smacked his furry pubes
against my smooth crotch was exciting as well. It was
me, passive and feminine and getting fucked versus his
manly cock-centric aggression. Beauty and beast,
fucker and fucked. Damn, the images swirled in my
mind.

I felt my excitement building, especially as his
breathing became ragged and sweat began to drip. His
muttered warning of "I'm close baby" ratcheted my
excitement up another notch. And then he grunted, "I'm
cummmmmming" and he buried himself deep into me. I
felt like I could detect his cock swelling inside me
as his cum pumped through his tube and into me. He
always collapsed onto me, kissing me deeply while he
continued filling my baby canal. His hot sweaty body
pressed against mine, his hairy chest abraiding my
nipples. He was a man, and I was a woman, and we had
made love and were connected physically and
emotionally.

My heart didn't slow even as I felt the thud in his
lose tempo. Heaving himself up, he kissed me tenderly
and told me he had to shower and get to work. Leaving
me on the bed, my legs spread, he didn't see the semen
he had deposited begin to run out. I could feel the
wetness, and my heart beat faster.

If there was one point of failure in our lovemaking,
it was that I didn't ever cum while Jack was fucking
me. I felt pleasure and sometimes satisfaction from
our coupling, and I felt a definite completion when he
came inside me. But I didn't orgasm (except mentally).
I needed clitoral stimulation after vaginal excitement
in order to cum.

Reaching down, I touched the juices my body was now
weeping. I tasted them, shivering at the nastiness of
that act, then began to massage them over my loins. It
was the wetness we had both made that I used to lube
my clit. Using my left hand to pull back the hood, my
right was a blur on my clitoris. My nipples, already
hard became nearly painful. Blood flooded also into my
pussy, making me feel hot and swollen there. Good
Lord! I was cumming!

I arched my back, pressing down on an invisible cock.
I felt the cum inside me soaking my hand, and I wet my
pussy and clit even more. I was cumming and it felt so
damn good!

And, the thing is, it didn't take very long at all. He
might have fucked me for 30 minutes to get me so
primed to cum. Then, from when he got up to shower to
when I was catching my breath and enjoying the
post-orgasmic feeling, it was - maybe - three minutes.
It was ultra efficient, and yet I never got over a
slight pang of guilt from not cumming with Jack.
Actually, it wasn't guilt. It was a wistfulness
knowing how much better it would be if he were the one
who made me cum.

And yet, it had never happened. I was doubtful it
would, or even could.

A couple days later, one of my girlfriends called to
see if I wanted to join her and others going out a few
nights later. I used to work with Denise, Judy, and
Patty as a third grade teacher before I married Jack
and didn't have to work. I checked with Jack, who said
he was going out of town that night anyways, so I
should go have fun. I confirmed that they didn't want
me to be the designated driver, then told them I would
be ready to get wild.

'Getting wild' usually means hitting a couple places
and flirting like crazy. This night it was first to
the Dog House, a rowdy and fun joint that we like. We
had a few beers, but the place was slow and the guys
were too old for my friends. Patty, the designated
driver, took us to Sullivan's. This was a real pick up
joint, well known. It was hopping.

It didn't take long for guys to start buying us
drinks. Four women out having fun, unescorted, made us
to look 'on the prowl'. Of course, a couple of us
were, but that's what made it fun! I got tipsy enough
that when a guy asked me to dance--ignoring the rings
on my hand, mind you--I agreed.

I twirled through a country waltz, then a two-step,
then slowed into an 80's power ballad made for swaying
body-to-body. He told me I was cute as hell, and his
pecker pressing into my stomach let me know he wasn't
lying in his opinion. I told him thanks, but that I
wasn't interested. Even let down, he was gentlemanly
and suggested we keep dancing, but I needed a rest
(and a drink).

Meanwhile, Judy was making out on the dance floor with
a guy. She was quite the spectacle, kissing deep and
stumbling a little as if drunk. (Of course, if she
wasn't wearing those stiletto fuck me shoes, she may
have had better balance!) Finally, after a couple more
songs, Patty went out and grabbed her, pulling her
back to the table. "He's cute, don't you think?" was
her excuse.

I noticed that he walked back to a table where the
gentleman I'd danced with was sitting on a stool.
Looking at them closely, I decided they were
out-of-towners, looking to score. I said as much to
the other girls, and they agreed. "That's what makes
them perfect!" she grinned.

"Perfect?" asked Patty, "for what?"

"A clean one-night hookup," Judy answered. We laughed
and protested, but she went on. "Well, its true," she
said, "because if they are from out of town, they
probably won't come nosing around looking for more."

It was a horrible statement, but true. If you were
looking for just sex, there was nothing like a horny
guy from out of town... or so I'd heard.

It wasn't much longer before both guys were back at
our table, wanting to dance with us. Actually, the
'us' was Patty and Denise, and I couldn't help but
feel a little disappointed. But then, as they danced,
then kept looking over our friend's shoulders at us.
Even sloshed Judy recognized it, and elbowed me.
"Wanna fuck 'em?" she asked. I reminded her that I was
married. "Well, I won't tell," she said. When I still
protested, she suggested that we go to one of the
guy's room and that I just chaperon them
double-teaming her.

It was another horrible statement, but one that turned
me on. The truth is, I still remembered the guy's
prick pressing into my belly as we danced. I was loose
and feeling randy, and could easily imagine him
pushing that prick of his into me. I wasn't thinking
clearly, and I didn't much care.

It turns out that when Patty and Denise came back,
Judy told them that she wanted to fuck those guys
unless one of us wanted one. Patty and Denise were
shocked, and tried to convince Judy not to do it. They
didn't want to have such casual sex, and didn't want
to even be tempted. When Judy was adamant, I was
drafted to go since I was the 'safe' one, being
married and all. I could chaperon and not be tempted.
They thought.

Soon we were taking a taxi to the guys' hotel (I was
right about them being out of towners) while they
drove, for safety's sake. In the cab, Judy got to
admit I wanted the guy I danced with--she had just
known it, she said. She promised to not say anything,
and to pretend to be a threesome slut to save my
honor. What a friend!

So when they arrived, Judy was led by her guy to his
room, while Luke, my man, led me to his. I told him I
wasn't sure I wanted to... explained I was married...
admitted my fears... and he was cool with it. "Let's
just dance for a bit," he suggested, "and we'll see
how it goes."

How it went was down to my knees in about five minutes
of slow dancing. Unzipping his fly, I marveled at the
new cock before me. I hadn't really seen that many
before Jack, and Luke's was the first uncircumcised
one I'd seen. It was firm, but not really hard when I
pulled it out and studied it. Luke gently pressed his
hand on the back of my head and I leaned to suck cock.

Even though it was firm, I could feel him getting
harder in my mouth. He praised me, stroking my hair
and telling me how wonderful I was. How pretty, sexy,
such a good cocksucker. Even though he got harder, he
didn't seem to grow much more, and I could take most
of him into my mouth. When I judged he was ready to
fuck, I got up and moved to the bed.

Luke sat on the bed, next to me, and kissed me while
slowing taking off my clothes. I had expected him to
give me a nice quick pounding, but he seemed intent on
going slow. By the time I was nearly naked, I was
ready to be fucked hard.

And yet, still he waited. He stood up and removed his
own clothes, revealing a nice body for his age. Then,
he laid on the bed, face between my legs, and ate me
out. Sparks of electricity traveled from my clit to my
brain as he probed me orally. I knew I was very wet,
and I was self-conscious about it. I apologized, to
which he responded that he preferred a nice wet cunt.

Wow. Cunt. Wow! I might have gushed.

Finally, he began kissing up my body, and as he
reached my mouth, his cockhead reached my pussy. When
his tongue drove into my mouth, his dick drove into my
wetness. Instinctively, I arched my back to meet his
thrust. In response, he laid his body on my mine,
stopping my movement as he kissed me. He didn't pump
or anything. He kissed me while I throbbed around his
cock. Wow!

We kissed for quite a while, then his forearms pinned
my arms down and he humped me. My pussy enveloped his
cock, and it felt damn good. I had that nice feeling
of rising excitement, and I knew that when he came I
might cum myself. I wondered idly how long that might
be.

Then he did something really unexpected. He pulled his
cock out of me and slid down to eat me some more.
Firecrackers went off as I had a mini-orgasm. It'd
never happened like that before, but then I'd never
had a guy go down on me while fucking me before.
Having him suck my clit 'just so' after massaging my
insides felt so good.

I was still reeling from the unusual experience when
he slid back up and slid back into me. This time, he
put my my ankles on his shoulders and bent me over as
he drilled deep into me. Jack had never done it like
this before, and Luke got amazing depth with his full
strokes. I felt like a porn princess or something,
fucking in such an unusual position. Thing is, it was
stroking somewhere nice in me, making me rise still
higher in my excitement. I could feel my juices
beginning to run between my butt cracks--I was that
wet.

"Grab your knees," Luke gasped, pulling himself out
and sliding down again. This time, he licked into my
hot valley, making loud slurping sounds and moaning.
It was then I realized that he was getting pleasure
from eating me, just as I was getting pleasure. One
finger slid down to circle my asshole, and I lost it.
I'd had a love/hate fascination with anal sex forever,
and had never tried it. Just touching me there was
enough to take me beyond excited and to make me cum.
Again, it wasn't a big one, but was a nice sized
surprise orgasm.

After that, Luke seemed to want to really fuck. That
was fine with me. I went along with what he wanted--he
had a good track record, after all--and consequently
experienced a few new things. I was amazed at how much
I liked being in the doggy position, chest initially
on the mattress until his hands sank deep into my hair
and he pulled me hard into his thrusts. We both cursed
and grunted at the power of our union. His heavy balls
swung heavily into me, spanking my clit with each
thrust. I'd never felt so powerfully feminine, being
fucked at his mercy. I was on the edge of a huge cum.
I just needed this lover to dump his cum into me.

Again he pulled out, sliding his mouth down my spine,
circling my asshole a few times (damn him! That felt
great!) before stuffing his tongue into my swollen
pussy. As he sucked and chewed my lips, he asked, "Can
I cum in you?"

I assured him he could. I was on birth control and
Jack was out of town so I could douche and clean up.
Jack would never know.

"OK... then I have a crazy request..." I listened as
he unveiled his kinky idea, shivering with
anticipation.

He rolled onto his back, and I knelt astride him
facing him. I lowered myself onto his hard and
slippery cock, both of us groaning yet again at the
penetration. I leaned over and kissed him now that I
was on top and he couldn't stop me. My tongue slipped
into his mouth, and I felt so damn powerful. Sexy.
Womanly. I slid back and forth, grinding my pussy on
his groin. Then, I felt his fingers circling my
nipples and I stopped.

He broke the kiss. "Keep fucking me," he whispered. I
sat upright, feeling his hands fully on my breasts.
His fingers still circled my nipples, and then he
pinched them. Oh my! I tossed my hair back,
luxuriating in the pleasure of his tormenting my
tit-clits. Pinching, rolling, pulling.

Damn him, I needed him to cum before I did. I began to
hump him, each hump making a squishy sex sound. "Cum
in me," I moaned, giving voice to my desires. I leaned
forward again, making it hard for him to attack my
nipples but easier for him to thrust into me like we
both wanted. I rocked back to meet his forward thrust,
and the sloppy sex sounds filled the room.

Then, without the verbal warning, I felt Luke swell.
He swelled a lot, as if his hose was shooting a
gallon. I settled back, forcing him deep into me as he
grunted and moaned about how good it felt. Then he
began to giggle and sigh. "I think I might have filled
you up," he smiled.

I smiled at him, and implemented his kinky request. I
pulled off him and briefly plugged my hole with my
fingers, so that nothing would drip before I sat on
his face. I'd never facesat before--Jack never had
wanted me to, and I didn't know enough to desire it on
my own--so my aim wasn't perfect. Didn't matter,
because after Jack groaned in ecstacy, he squirmed
until his mouth found my hole.

I cannot describe how good it felt to have Luke
sucking and licking at my tender orifice. He was
licking and sucking his own cum out! He called it a
creampie, the blend of his juices and mine. Whatever.
It felt unbelievable!

I just straddled his face and he pleasured me. Snuck a
tongue in, wriggled it around, sucked my clit, did
everything right. Where before I had needed to
masturbate to find release after Jack completed his
orgasm, my sex partner was actively interested in
making me cum. It made a huge difference! "This is
what sex should be," I thought, feeling myself nearing
orgasm.

When I came, I could hear myself grunting. My stomach
and pussy clenched and convulsed over and over, so
that I had to make a sound. I also had to grind during
my orgasm, mashing my clit on his lips and chin and
nose. I didn't care what it was, I needed strong
direct stimulation, and I got it.

I kept cumming for longer than I could ever remember.
As I calmed down, I heard Luke slurping and sucking at
my pussy. My God! He was still eating me, cleaning me!
I shivered, then fell off his face. I felt like jelly.

Luke knew when to be tender, too. He wriggle beside
me, and held me. He kissed me after many minutes, and
I knew I was tasting the creampie on his face and
mouth. That was a kinky thought too, but I had tasted
my fingers after Jack had filled me. Eventually, I
noticed that Luke was hard again! His cock was nestled
firmly between my closed legs.

I reached down, and stroked his cock, almost not
believing he was already hard again. Then I threw a
leg over his and guided him towards me. We kissed
again as he re-entered my gooey pussy. I was sober
enough now to realize I was cheating on Jack, but also
sober enough to know the deed was already done, so one
more time wouldn't matter.

A half hour of slow fucking later, my mobile phone
rang. Disentangling, I went to answer it. It was Judy,
asking if it was OK to stay until morning. I looked at
Luke, then asked him. He replied with a big smile, and
I told Judy I was counting on her to keep my secret.
She hung up and I went back to Luke. I didn't get much
sleep that night.

The next day, Jack called from his car at the airport,
asking where I'd been all night. I told him a
girlfriend needed me to chaperon her while she had a
threesome. That got Jack hot, and my refusal to tell
him which of his friends it was (he even guessed Judy
first!) drove him crazy. When he got home, he led me
straight to the bedroom.

"Oh Jack," I giggled, "such a naughty boy!" Soon, we
were both sighing as he slid into my pussy. It was
familiar and nice, but I couldn't forget how Luke had
eaten me to orgasm after he'd cum inside me. I wanted
that again. A lot.

So, as Jack neared orgasm, I looked him in the eyes.
"Honey," I whispered, "how about if I get on top of
you." Jack was excited about the new position. I
didn't even care if he'd regret it when he learned why
I was now riding him, and in position to slide up...
afterward.