Erotic Teacher

by Skye Reed

  Tom admired my new nylon tent and began stroking me as he sat on the edge of the bed; teasingly he slipped his lips around the tip and briefly licked and sucked me before removing me with a grin and moving back onto the bed.

  I shot him a dirty smile as I climbed on and took is red nylon manhood between my fingers, working him gently before kissing and sucking it once more. I sucked him deeper and began to finger his tight hole through the nylon.

  I stopped sucking and he began to move onto all fours.

  "Stay where you are," I said and I climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a bottle of baby oil.

  "Well you have a virginal arse don't you?" I questioned.

  "Er, well yes, of course," came the slightly worried reply.

  "Don't worry, I will be gentle," I said with a comforting smile.

  I positioned myself between his legs and reached down to the rear of the crotch, ripping open a small hole, ensuring the nylon remained intact over his erect member. Squeezing some baby oil onto my finger and rubbing it in before pushing first one slippery finger then a second into his tight virginal hole.

  "Oh fuck that hurts!" He screamed

  "Don't worry, it's only at first," I reassured soothingly, removing one of my fingers and gently working the oil inside him with the remaining one.

  Tom relaxed a little as his hole began to loosen, accepting the penetration more willingly. I removed my finger and moved myself in between his legs, pulling my tights down to expose my erect penis. I squeezed a generous quantity of oil over it and worked it all the way round, ensuring a good coverage.

  I placed Tom's ankles on my shoulders, lifting him slightly from the bed and exposing his anal passage for my erection.

  "Are you ready for this?" I asked as I guided my tip into the entrance of his tight hole.

  Tom nodded and bit his lip as I entered him, my lubricated manhood slid effortlessly and deep inside him as held his breath, his face grimacing from the initial pain before relaxing as I gently worked myself in and out.

  "Does that feel ok now?" I enquired.

  Tom nodded, unable to speak, I continued to gently thrust in and out of him.

  I reached down and began to stroke his nylon covered penis, now fully erect in the tights I admired the huge size and massaged it with my fingers.

  I looked up at Tom's face and could see a more relaxed expression, clearly beginning to enjoy the sensation now and so I quickened my pace slightly, thrusting firmer and deeper as well.

  "Mmmm that feels good now," Tom moaned.

  I lifted one of his ankles from my shoulder and began to suck his nylon covered toes, all the while increasing my pace and power of my thrusting.

  "Wank yourself through your tights as I fuck you, I want to see you make yourself cum." I demanded

  Tom gripped his tights clad member and began masturbating furiously as I looked on, sucking his toes and thrusting harder, deeper and faster inside him. I watched as after what seemed an age of thrusting, pumping and sucking, Tom moaned in pleasure and a small offering ejaculated through the nylon and over his fingers. I leaned closer and took his hand, sucking his fingers and tasting him before moving back to his toes,

  "Fuck me harder please," Tom begged.

  "With pleasure," I replied and began to pump myself inside him with increasing vigour.

  Once again we were entwined, Tom's hips bucking against me as I continued to thrust harder and deeper, my orgasm building but slowly due to my earlier efforts until with a moan that had be stored for so many years burst from my passion and I climaxed violently inside Tom's tight anal passage. I shuddered as my orgasm coursed through me, my softening penis pulsing gently as it expelled all I had left to offer inside Tom before I withdrew and once again lay breathlessly next to my nylon lover.

  I turned my head and watched the muscular figure next to me as he began to gain control of his breathing.

  "That was the most amazing sex of my entire life, far better than with any woman," I said in a hushed voice.

  "What are you saying?" Tom asked turning his head and giving me a quizzical look.

  "I think you know," I replied smiling and leaned forward, kissing him gently on the lips and slipping my tongue into his inviting mouth.

  We kissed tenderly for a few minutes, embracing each other as we did so.

  "I think I can confirm that we are both bisexual," I said, breaking the kiss.

  Tom nodded silently.

  "Do you want this relationship to continue?"

  Tom just smiled back and we kissed some more.

  "I think we should have a shower and then get some sleep, we don't need to check out before 12pm so plenty of time for some morning fun when we have recovered," I said with a wink.

  We both sat on the edge of the bed and removed our used tights, I took Tom's hand and we walked naked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and we waited silently for the water to get warm.

  "After you," I gestured with a smile, Tom stepped into the shower and I watched the hot water tumble over his young muscular frame.

  I stepped in alongside him and proceeded to wash him with shower gel, paying particular attention to the most used parts and feeling him become semi-erect in my fingers once more. Tom returned the compliment, washing me and then pulling me close. We began to kiss once more, the hot water flowing over our bodies as we caressed and kissed each other.

  I turned off the water and we both stepped out, taking it in turns to dry each other properly before walking hand in hand back to the bed. I picked up a pair of black sheer tights and put them on, Tom watched as I did so then he selected a pair of grey sheer tights and pulled them on. I pulled back the duvet and lay in the bed, clad only in tights and beckoned my young lover to join me. I turned off the lights and we embraced, kissing in the darkness until we fell into a deep contented sleep.

  First Time Whore

  She had known he would be older. Older than her father by a few years, definitely, but what did that even mean? Older could look like anything.

  Still, she couldn't shake the taboo thrill that filled her belly when she saw him for the first time. He was taller than her, straight-backed, and not in bad shape for a man his age, but he was also white-haired, wrinkled - definitely old. A grandfather, possibly. Almost old enough to be hers. He was smiling, clearly pleased with what he saw when he bent to kiss her youthful cheek, and he commented that she was even more slender and lovely than her photos had suggested.

  She felt his eyes on her breasts when he suggested that they get acquainted over breakfast in the hotel cafe. Later, she wouldn't remember any of that first conversation - only the flutter of nerves in her stomach, and the increasing awareness that this old man would soon be stripping her sweet, young body naked and doing - within reasonable limits, of course - whatever it pleased him to do. The prospect was making her wetter than she'd been in a long time, and she didn't know quite what to do with that.

  He didn't wait long, once they'd reached the hotel room. She laid out the contents of her bag - some toys she'd been told to bring, a different set of lingerie if he wanted to see her in something more sultry than she'd worn for their early morning assignation - and as soon as she finished, she felt his body behind her, hovering close.

  'Against the wall.'

  Obedient, she turned around to face him, backing up as far as she could as the old man advanced on her. He took both her wrists in his grip and hoisted them above her head. Once she was immobilized, he wasted no time pulling down the front of her dress and taking her full, soft tits out of her bra. His rough, hairy hand grasped hungrily at her breasts, rolling her pink nipples between his fingers. His skin was spotted with age, and for the briefest of moments she felt disgusted - she'd never even had a lover older than 35, and here she was being molested by this old man. His erection pressed against her belly through his pants, and his mouth covered hers, wet, wanting. When he put his hand under her skirt, much to her embarrassment, he found her pussy
hot and dripping. He chuckled, and she shivered with helplessness at the sound.

  He toyed with with her wet, increasingly needy little cunt a little while longer before placing both hands firmly on her shoulders, urging her to her knees. She sank to the ground, nervous, and felt one of his hands move to the back of her head, pressing her face directly into the crotch of his khaki pants. His cock was hard beneath them, which he clearly wanted to demonstrate before instructing her to take off his pants. She obliged, undoing his belt and pushing them down to reveal a pair of saggy, white briefs with a wet spot on the front.

  She looked up at him.

  "Those too," he said, an urgent expression on his face. She pulled them down around his ankles as he removed his shirt.

  His old cock, dripping with precum, was directly in front of her face, and the hand on the back of her head urging her forward was all the instruction she needed about what to do with it.

  She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip, momentarily fighting the urge to gag at the salty taste of him, at the idea that she was tasting a dirty old man's hard cock. His hand was insistent, and soon he was completely in her mouth, groaning with relief. Her face being pinned so firmly against his crotch knocked her off balance, and she grabbed onto him to stabilize herself. His ass felt saggy underneath her hands, and his belly bumped her forehead as she bobbed back and forth on his cock.

  "Yes, my little slut," he groaned, pulling her off his cock by the hair and pushing her face directly into his balls. They were huge, and he rubbed them all over her eyes and nose before pressing them against her lips. She lapped at them, unsure if she would be able to fit them in her mouth, and he shoved her head further against him. "Lick me," he said, and when she kept working her tongue on his cum-filled ball sack he said, "No," before moving his body further over her face until her mouth was directly on his hairy asshole. She had never felt so filthy, so utterly used, as she did in this moment... and she loved it. She ate his asshole as he ground himself all over her face, and he told her she was a good slut before bringing her to her feet.

  She was a mess, and the look on his face indicated how much that pleased him. In a hurry, he kicked the remains of his clothing off from around his ankles and pulled her dress over her head, leaving them both naked.

  This old man's body was so utterly aesthetically unappealing to her, and she wanted him to fuck her so badly.

  He ordered her onto the bed on her back, where he spread her legs and tied them open with her knees pressed to her chest. She realized she had never before felt so exposed as she lay there, pink pussy wet, spread, and dripping. His eyes travelled hungrily over her smooth, slender, curvaceous young body before he dipped his face briefly between her legs, tasting her juices and suckling on her clit for a moment.

  'I need to fuck you,' he announced abruptly, pulling away from her cunt. He tore open a condom and slid it on his cock. She let out a moan, almost a whine, without being able to help it. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, she need it to. She needed this man's dick deep inside her.

  He moved his body over her, dwarfing her small frame, and kissing her with an open mouth.

  'Are you ready for my cock in you?'

  He was looking her in the eye, now, and she felt his tip at her entrance.

  'Yes, sir.' It came out a soft, shy, squeak - but it was enough.

  His thick old dick slid inside her in one stroke. He wasn't particularly long, so he bottomed out quickly, pausing just a moment to catch his breath before starting to pump himself in and out of her little body.

  She was used to closing her eyes during sex, but she couldn't look away from the visual of his cock thrusting confidently into her tight hole. Her cunt felt like it was on fire and he could tell, reaching immediately for a small vibrator that he'd brought over to the bed when he'd bound her. He turned it on, applying it to her clit, and she gasped.

  The more she moaned, moving her hips helplessly against him, the deeper he pressed into her, the more assertively he fucked her. His sweat dripped down onto her body, and she felt slick, flithy.

  "Are you going to cum for me, pretty little slut?" he asked, moving one hand up to grip her by the throat. She could feel his big balls slapping against her asshole, and his hand squeezed. She gasped. She was nothing but a fucktoy, a pretty object he was using for his pleasure.

  "Yes, sir!" It might not have sounded like anything - she couldn't really breathe. Her head was spinning, just a little bit. The harder he choked her, the more she felt her orgasm building. She almost never came during sex with other people, but she felt certain she was about to cum all over this old stranger's cock.

  "I'm going to fuck my cum into your little slut pussy," he said, looking her directly in the eye, and that was all it took for her to explode around him. She trembled and bucked, as naked and vulnerable as it was possible for her to be, and moments later, she felt his cock throbbing in response to her fluttering, gripping inner walls. He emptied himself into her with a long groan, a satisfied grin, and when he rolled off her, a pat on the ass.

  He untied her and cuddled her for a moment afterwards, but once they'd both cum, the interaction became curiously utilitarian and polite. He directed her towards the bathroom to clean herself up, and once she'd emerged dressed and groomed, she found her belongings placed back in her bag and a plain, white envelope on top of it. It felt thick.

  Before she left, legs still trembling a little, he kissed her, smiling paternally. "I'll remember your beautiful eyes for a long time."

  As the door shut behind her, she was certain she needed this to happen again.

  Unraveled

  I'll remember it for the rest of my life. More clearly than any other memory I've ever had or ever will. The image of my mother standing naked, steam rising from her perfect skin as she glistened from the water drops of a hot shower. I had crossed the bathroom at the just the right moment to see her standing there in all her glory. The door stood open just enough for me to see her in-front of the mirror admiring her own body and with a passing glance my life changed forever.

  -Unraveled-

  It was the day of my eighteenth birthday when it happened. On the way to my room I saw her standing naked in the bathroom. The mirror displayed a petite figure with long blond hair that hung past her waist, full luscious breasts that showed no signs of aging and a rounded ass rested tightly above her long smooth legs. If I close my eyes now I can still see her perfectly. She stood there as a goddess. My Mother Olivia.

  My heart began to race as I quickly shuffled off, scared that she would glance me in the mirror. It took all my will power to not run as I felt my cock begin to grow. I closed my door as gently as possible with my hands shaking in fear, excitement and lust. I was trapped in a daze, my breathing was heavy and my emotions a wreck. I knew with absolute certainty that my mother would dominate all my sexual thoughts as long as I live.

  I wasn't wrong.

  Since i was young I could never fully invest myself in other girls. I'm a handsome guy, tall and rugged with the same blond hair and green eyes as my mother so I'm not bragging when I say that the girls in school were all over me. Problem was, I held no interest in them. Compared to my mother none of them could entice me. Funny thing is, my disinterest in girls only made them want me more. It didn't matter though. No matter how popular, slutty or outright dirty the girl, I couldn't engage with them sexually. Because they were just that. Girls. And I was still a virgin.

  I wanted a specific woman. The woman of my dreams and fantasies. The woman who raised me and loved me as no other could. When ever I thought of sex my mind would wander off to her...and that brings us to today.

  My 18th Birthday

  Chapter 1:

  "Hello? Are you even listing to me?" My mother asked, waving her hand in my face like she always did when I drifted off. I snapped out of it and realized with some embarrassment that I was staring intently at her chest. Even worse I had a semi hard on. Fortunately we were sitting at
the dining table for breakfast so I was covered for now.

  "Oh...Sorry mom I was lost in my thoughts for a second." I said, looking away shyly. She gave me a sly grin and quickly adjusted her low cut top that showed off her full breasts off rather nicely.

  "Your thoughts? Sure." She said with a wink. "Now tell me, What do you want for your birthday? You're a man now and I wont stand for you getting a new game or some money again. You know I hate it when I'm willing to give you...anything and you ask for trivial goods."

  I looked back at her a bit confused. She paused before she said anything and was still giving me a sly little smile. A smile I haven't really seen before. As always my mind began to race but with my situation already being a bit hard I tried to change the direction of my thoughts.

  "You know you don't have to spoil me Mom." I said trying my best not to let my eyes wonder. "I'm a simple boy. I like simple things."