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The Older Woman 2 - Student

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

This is a continuation of a story called “The Older Woman”. But you guessed that already, right? The first part is available here:

https://m.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/908427

or by clicking the green arrow and trawling through all the other rubbish I’ve posted.

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

“Always two, there are. A master and an apprentice."

Yoda

"I'm hot for teacher."

Van Halen

“Fuck."

It was a low, drawn out "fuck" of appreciation for I had just walked in to Linda's living room.

"Come round tomorrow", the note had said. "8 p.m. Come in the back way to the living room. Door will be open. Don't be late - fuck school."

This, of course, had made the time between receiving the note and now - exactly and precisely 8 p.m. - drag into interminable infinity. For the last hour in particular I had been unable to concentrate on anything and had done nothing but fidget aimlessly in my bedroom. I mean “fuck school”: what exactly did that mean? Based on my last encounter with Linda, I had a pretty good idea it would involve mind-blowing sex. Which only made me speculate all the more. It was like having an obsession for a day.

Come the appointed hour - or, rather, eagerly too early for the appointed hour - I had mumbled some vague “going out” phrase to my mum and exited through our back gate to the lane that ran round the back of our houses. A scant few houses later I had arrived at Linda’s. Looking, I am sure, as dodgy as fuck, I had cast my eyes around furtively to make sure no-one was looking and then ducked through Linda's back gate.

A little bit of anxiously waiting in Linda's garden after realising I was early and I had arrived at this moment.

Have you ever had a teacher you fancied? We all have, I suppose. I have. More than one, in fact ( I had a lot of teenage hormones to deal with). Linda was, without doubt, hotter than any of them.

She was a sexy woman, of course: curves that I remembered very well indeed; legs that could entangle me any time she liked; and an ease and confidence in her sexuality that radiated from her bearing and leaked readily into her expressions - lustful or full of playful promise.

But she also had an advantage that your teacher crush and mine almost certainly didn't: there were no school policies here saying what she could or could not wear; no rules against fraternising with students; and certainly no-one seeking to enforce any of that.

Linda was perched on the edge of a desk. To this day I don't know where she got the desk from but right then finding out was waaaaay down my priority list. She was facing three-quarters on to me as I entered. Her legs crossed as they hung over the edge causing the shortest of tight, grey skirts to ride up her thighs. She had a white blouse, clearly a size or two too small, with the inevitable result that her boobs were squeezed into the strained space at the top which was unbuttoned scandalously low. Her breasts looked ready for a precipitous bursting forth at any moment. The erect nipples trying to drill their way through the front attested to the lack of a bra. She was leaning towards me, hand resting on the table to support her weight, causing further strain on the tortured blouse and giving me the perfect view down the opening at the front. The look was completed by a large-framed pair of glasses, which she had perched on the end of her nose while she looked over them at me.

In short, Linda was a porn director's wet dream of what a school teacher should be.

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over a year ago

Nice mate keep going

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over a year ago

Nice

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

I thought this had crashed and burned with no interest so I abandoned it. I'll need to get my thinking cap back on .

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over a year ago

Guildford

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over a year ago

Dublin 13

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over a year ago

Woking-ish

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over a year ago

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over a year ago


"I thought this had crashed and burned with no interest so I abandoned it. I'll need to get my thinking cap back on ."

yer mate it is a great story

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Looks like there was enough interest after all . Thank you, everyone, for your positive comments.

I've written the next installment which I'll post next. I usually write a little bit ahead so that there isn't too long between posts but I haven't done that this time because I thought I wasn't writing this story . As a result, it may take a bit longer before the next one comes along - especially since I'll be away this weekend.

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

A little reminder of where we were:

"Fuck."

"Language, George", said Linda, her smile belying the admonition. "This is school, remember?"

Linda motioned for me to take a seat. It was just one of her ordinary living room armchairs, not a specially sourced school one or anything, but I was hardly going to complain about lack of ambiance. Especially since she had an actual blackboard. It was one of those little portable ones on an easel, but still.

"Tongue tied again, George? We really must do something about that. But that's another lesson." She gave me an exaggerated wink.

"I uh…"

I could not think of even one thing to say. It was almost as if there were other things on my mind. Or perhaps a shortage of blood to think with.

Linda eased herself from the desk. I watched her boobs bounce as she landed. Surely they must escape their confinement?

Sadly not. Or perhaps it was better that they remained so deliciously squeezed? I couldn't make up my mind.

Linda turned and bent over. I watched as her skirt rode up over her bottom, revealing smooth, rounded flesh. Her pussy winked back at me, uncovered by any obstruction.

I swallowed and adjusted my collar - it suddenly felt tight and constricting. My lips felt dry and I licked them unconsciously. It was only when Linda turned round and I reflexively sat back that I realised I'd been leaning forward - my body following her movements as a snake follows the charmer's flute.

"This", said Linda as she dropped a book onto my lap, "is your textbook."

My eyes fought a battle between book and cleavage and eventually I managed to wrest them downwards for enough time to make out the title.

"The Anatomy of Sex."

It had a stylised picture of what I thought was a flower on it.

"I gave it to my ex husband", said Linda, breaking character for a moment. "He never seemed to be able to find his arse from his elbow. I thought it might help."

"Did it?" I asked.

"No. That's why he's my ex husband", said Linda, emphasising the "ex". "I have a feeling that you'll do better." She winked and returned to character. She turned and swayed towards the board.

"Turn to page 54", she said and began to draw.

I opened my book and thumbed to the indicated page. On it there was a large picture of female genitalia with text and little arrows pointing - labeling various parts. Before I could read any of the labels, though, I had a moment of recognition. The shape: it was the same as- suddenly I realised that the picture on the cover was not a flower and I felt embarrassed that I hadn't spotted that before. Not for the first time I wondered if Linda's confidence in me was, perhaps, misplaced. I was brought back to attention by Linda's voice.

"This", she said pointing to a part of her drawing, "is a clitoris."

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

What followed was, despite the inevitable delectable torture I suffered due to Linda’s outrageous flirting, a comprehensive and really fucking useful lesson on female anatomy - as it pertains to turning women on. I learned about the clitoris (of course), and the labia, and the vagina and the g-spot. But I didn’t just learn where they were located, I learned how they could be used for pleasure. I learned how the sensitive labia could both be aroused and be used as an indicator of arousal; how the clitoris could, and should, be stimulated to push towards orgasm; how the g-spot was connected to the clitoris (I had no idea that the clitoris went that deep!) and how to find and stimulate it.

And I had barely scratched the surface. I could see that there was more to learn than I never knew existed - and I wanted to know it all. I lapped it up. But two hours was not enough, especially with Linda's tits randomly appearing practically in my face. Particularly, it seemed, when I was in danger of concentrating on the material.

But Linda never let me touch. Or lust for too long. Or bend her over her desk and fuck her like I really wanted to.

*Whack!*

I jumped as Linda's pointer came down hard on the coffee table in front of me. I had, without thinking, reached out to touch her - mesmerised by the swaying, almost revealed boobs in front of me. Right there - close enough to caress, to set free, to lick.

"No touching!" She admonished. "Concentrate on your lessons. All those women out there aren't going to fuck themselves."

Well that didn't help my hyper turned on condition. My cock lurched.

I was just beginning to recover from that and get into the flow again when Linda made an announcement.

"Fifteen minutes before the test."

Test? My heart skipped a beat. I was still deep in my learning career after many years of school. The word struck into my subconscious and triggered my sympathetic nervous system. I felt the fight or flight adrenaline spike.

"There will be an oral examination at the end of the lesson to gauge how well you have absorbed the material."

Rational thought caught up with autonomic response at around the same time as Linda's clarification. Of course she would make it fun. And as soon as I heard the words I understood where she was going. So much for concentrating during the last quarter of an hour.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

As the time approached for the “examination”, Linda had me study from the book. All was quiet and without distraction for a few minutes. I found myself being drawn in to the material.

“Time for your oral exam.”

I started at the sound of Linda’s voice and lifted my head out of the book.

Fuck me.

I’m not exactly sure whether that remained in my head or whether it managed to escape from my lips. In any case, Linda didn’t react. The reason for my thought or utterance was that Linda had placed herself strategically on her sofa. She was lying along it, but turned slightly to face me. One leg was on the floor while the other stretched - in an impressive display of flexibility - up over the sofa's sloped back. The net effect of this was to bunch her tiny skirt right up on her waist and to fully expose her wide open pussy to me. I could see it glistening with moisture even from where I sat.

I sat, open mouthed and probably salivating. Linda looked pleased with the reaction she had inspired in me. It did make me a little slow for her liking though - she decided to move things along.

"You may begin", she said. A phrase I had heard a so many times over the last few years in so many exam halls. It galvanised me into action. And, of course, it didn't take a genius to figure out exactly what form this "oral exam" was to take. Which was just as well really, given where all my blood was going.

I unthinkingly abandoned my textbook and lurched from my chair, coming very quickly face to pussy with Linda. I could smell her arousal; I could see it in the wetness of her lips - her labia, I corrected myself, new knowledge bubbling up into my head. The heavy, musky scent was intoxicating. Between the heady aroma and the sight before me my cock was straining painfully against trousers pulled taught by my crouched position.

I had a million different desires running through my head, all fighting each other for dominance. I wanted to touch Linda's swollen pussy; I wanted to lick her, touch her, smell her, taste her. I wanted to watch, to examine, to study. But I didn't know which I was allowed to do. Or which would excite her the most. And I desperately wanted please Linda.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

I hesitated before Linda's exposed wet pussy, all those thoughts warring inside. I'm not sure for how long. Probably long enough for her to notice; perhaps long enough for her to get impatient. She didn't say anything though.

I saw, close up, all those things I had been studying in the book. But this was real. Real labia, red and engorged with blood, advertising their owner's arousal and pointing the way in an inverted V to a very real clitoris. A clitoris still mostly covered by its hood but with just a little bit of pinker flesh peeping out. I was close enough to see liquid - Linda's cum - coating her, making her ready for my cock. As I watched, a droplet flowed slowly down the folds of her labia to join a small pool at the base.

Fuck.

I knew all these details, and more besides, because of the text I had just studied. I knew - theoretically - which parts were which, how they were connected, and how they should respond if I were to stimulate them. Theoretically. Of course, "in theory there is no difference between theory and practice; in practice there is". It was time to see if I could put theory into practice.

I lowered my mouth to Linda's pussy.

My senses were on overdrive as I did so, trying to take in every tiny piece of information that would allow me to gauge Linda's reaction. I heard a barely audible moan as I rested my hands on her thigh to balance myself, felt her tremble as my breath caressed her wet lips. The intake of breath and tensing of her body as I touched her clitoris with my tongue were easy to pick up. And, with that, I started to lick a woman's pussy for the first time in my life.

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By *us man1957Man
over a year ago

Guildford

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By *atandasmile OP   Man
over a year ago

Edinburgh

I explored tentatively at first, using my tongue to lick and probe the areas I had just been staring at so closely. They were now hidden to my eyes and at first it was none too easy. Doubly so since a thousand other sensations came flooding in. Brand new sensations that I wanted to savour, though I couldn't possibly keep up with them all. Above all was the taste - the sweet but slightly metallic taste of Linda. Not quite like anything I had ever tasted before. That coupled with her musky scent went straight to the centre of my brain, bypassing all processing, to make me the horniest I had felt in my entire life. Then there the little things: the sound of her whimpers and moans; her little wriggles and the touch of her thigh against my face. All of these conspired to tempt out my inner creature of lust - to turn me into a mindless, insatiable fuck beast which would just take what it wanted.

But I resisted: that was not what I was here for and, besides, timid, inexperienced me was scared that Linda might not like me if I let go that way. I fought such desires down and concentrated.

The tongue is blessed with a good sense of touch and I used it now as I explored. I built up a mental picture of what was where, using my mind's eye to map it onto the actual pictures I had been looking at not so long before. The folds of her lips here, the nubbin of her clitoris above with its tighter surrounding flesh, the smooth entrance to her vagina.

As I explored I got used to the flood of new sensory input. I began to concentrate more on Linda's reactions to what I was doing. I used what knowledge I had remembered from my lesson and I paid attention.

“All women are different", a passage from the text had stated, sagely. "There is no one technique that will do for all."

And so I began to try things that I could remember. I didn't have the presence of mind to remember everything but some knowledge had made its way in despite Linda's efforts to distract me.

I started by focusing my tongue on Linda's clitoris. It was the most obvious choice as both the book and Linda had named it as the primary architect of most female orgasms. I certainly got a reaction from Linda. She moaned deeply as my tongue found and probed inside her hood and her hips bucked up into my mouth. It was easy to interpret that as approval and I continued to attack her clit.

Linda continued to moan and writhe and buck up into me while I licked. Sometimes a direction would escape her lips. "Yes, there", she would say, or "up a bit", or "harder". I don't think she really meant to give me such directions - they just sort of escaped in the heat of the moment and I felt proud of that fact.

I came to realise I could make Linda cum this way. I wasn't sure how long it would take but I was pretty sure by now that I could get her there. It would be an achievement, I thought, to make her cum on my first attempt at oral sex. Surely worthy of passing the test.

But something intruded in my thoughts. Something from the back of my brain that came to the fore. The section on clitoral stimulation had warned that many women became very sensitive after a clitoral orgasm. Too sensitive for another. I didn't know whether that meant for any other orgasm or for another one via the clitoris. Surely if one orgasm was a pass then multiple orgasms should merit some kind of distinction?

I decided to try for distinction.

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A star

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

Dublin 13

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over a year ago

Guildford

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

Grantham

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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