Andrew: My PE teacher 4
Of course I had masturbated, and enjoyed it very much. Now, with someone else, a beautiful woman handling my manhood it felt better than it ever had when I did it. Gently, knowingly, Joan softly pumped her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was in heaven again. I closed my eyes to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.
I was startled when I felt something warm and wet on my penis. I opened my eyes. Joan had taken my erect penis in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down while she fondled my testicles. It was a wonderful sensation but I didn’t want it.
“No, Mrs. Goodwin, no,” I pleaded, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
Joan removed her mouth from my organ. “I won’t let you, Sweetie. When that happens I gag and it ruins the mood.” She resumed gently masturbating me. “Besides, I want you to cum in only one place,” she gave me another mischievous look, “And that place is not here.” She took my briefs off the rest of the way and stood up.
She held out her hand to help me off the couch into a hug. Our naked, or almost naked, bodies touched. The sheer pleasure of feeling her soft, warm flesh against mine was magnificent. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest, and my penis was squeezed against her leg. We kissed again, my hands scrambling for her breasts and bottom, while Joan took hold of my penis again. I struggled with alternating hands to slip her robe off her shoulders. Shortly it joined the rest of our clothes on the living room floor. My manly instincts took hold, and I reached between her legs to touch her pussy.
“Yes, Sweetie, that feels so good.” Joan whispered in my ear as I slipped my finger between her labia. I rubbed around until I found her clitoris. She reached a small orgasm quickly. I was amazed at how sensitive she was.
Joan backed out of my hug.
“Come with me, Sweetie,” she beckoned.
I followed her gently swaying bottom down the hall and into her bedroom. It was obvious even to my inexperienced eyes that this was a woman’s bedroom: nice curtains, soft carpet, various feminine type knickknacks on the dresser and such. What I really noticed was the bed had been turned down so it was open an inviting.
Joan lay down, and adjusted the pillows. “Come here, Andrew, lay next to me so we can cuddle some more.” I took my place next to her and we eased into each other’s arms. Our lips met, and our hands roved.
I could not resist the allure of Joan’s breasts, so I wiggled down to kiss and fondle the while Joan played with my erect penis.
“Andrew, Sweetie,” she whispered, “Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, Joan, I’m ready.” My words belied my nervousness. The Sex Education unit that was part of the overall health class was useless at this time. I knew all about the difference between myosis and mitosis; the process of menstruation and a woman’s fertility cycle; and how the sperm and he ovum would come together to produce a zygote; but the actual way of bring the two together was not covered in the course material. There were still things one had to learn hanging around on grubby street corners or the boy’s locker room.
We rolled around so I was lying on top of Joan. She spread her legs and my penis touched her pussy. It was a marvelous and exciting feeling. I started to rub against her. Joan bent her knees and reached around and gently guided my expectant member into her vagina.
The sensation of entering a woman for the first time was, and is, an event really beyond the scope of words. It was warm, wet, velvety and a thousand other wonderful words. I knew what to do and I started thrusting. Ever the wise woman that she is, Joan wrapped her legs around my bottom to keep from falling out. Being hyper-stimulated I lasted only a minute or so before I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I groaned loudly and collapsed on Joan.
I was emotionally on edge. In the space of an amazing Friday afternoon I had been given my first adult kiss, felt my first woman’s breasts, seen my first naked woman, tasted my first pussy and now had my first experience of sexual intercourse.
My breathing was coming in heaving gaps and my heart was pounding when the sound of Joan softly crying entered into my world. That pushed me over an edge and tears welled up in my eyes.
“I’m sorry if I did it wrong, Mrs. Goodwin,” I blubbered, “I’m sorry! It’s all my fault.”
Joan clutched me to her breast. She stroked my hair as she rocked me back and forth.
“Shush, Sweetie, no, no, no, you were wonderful. It’s just that it’s been almost seven years since I’ve had sex with a man. That’s why I’m teary.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Oh, Andrew, you did more that that, Sweetie, you made love to me.”
“I came to fast,” I whispered sadly.
“Sweetie, I knew that you would. It wasn’t a disappointment.” I could tell by the change in the sound of her voice that her tears were finished. “It’s more that just getting inside a woman. It’s all the wonderful things we did before. Now we have all the wonderful things that come after.” She paused. “Besides, we still have more time. We’ll have another chance.”
“You mean it?” I asked earnestly.
“Of course I do, Sweetie. I’m trusting in the stamina of teenage boys.” She pulled the top sheet over us. “Now why don’t we just lay here and enjoy each other.”
So we lay next to each other gently caressing each other, and softly kissing. Nothing strenuous or overly stimulating, just enough to keep the pot simmering.
“Tell me Andrew, do you masturbate?”
“Yes.”
“Who do you think about?”
“Some of the girls,” I said evasively.
“Like whom?” Joan asked teasingly.
“Well, Carla,” I said naming one of the girls in my PE squad.
“She is a nice enough girl. I don’t think she realizes what a teaser she is with her knickers always showing.” Joan observed. “Anyone else? Like Terry?” she asked. “Her mother should buy her a stronger bra.”
All of the guys were horny for Terry. She was very buxom and single handedly made jumping-jacks a spectator sport. “Yeah I’ve thought of her too.”
“What about me?”
I swallowed. “Yes.” I admitted softly.
Joan laughed and gave me a big squeeze. “I had a hunch that you had, Sweetie.”
“I’ll never think of anyone else!” I promised emphatically.
Joan laughed again. “You dear boy.” She kissed me full on the lips again. “If you do ever think of someone else, don’t tell me.” With that she picked up the pace of our caressing and fondling.
I did not need much to arouse me again, and I got that arousal from caressing Joan’s pussy. She was still wet from both of us, so I was able to slip my right middle finger into her vagina easily.
“Oh Sweetie, yes, that feels wonderful.” Joan said huskily. Her breathing then became rapid and shallow. “Oh, oh, yes, Sweetie, lover, oh, don’t stop, oh, oh, oh.” She moaned, her words tumbling out faster and faster. She clutched me tightly and buried her head against my shoulder to muffle a scream of pure pleasure.
I was again taken aback by the intensity of Joan’s orgasms.
“Sweetie, you do that very well.” Joan said from my shoulder. “Now let’s do something different.” She rolled me on to my back. “You see, Sweetie, the woman can be in charge sometimes,” she told me playfully.
Joan draped her left leg over my legs. She rubbed my chest and kissed my face and nipples while she gently fondled my penis. I loved the sensations of her lips on my nipples and her hand on my penis. When Joan determined that we were ready again she knelt over me and slowly lowered herself onto my waiting penis.
For the second time that afternoon I felt the extraordinarily wonderful sensation of being in a warm and loving woman. Joan slowly bobbed up and down.
“You see, Sweetie, this way the woman can control the pace to her liking.”
What was to my liking was the face that her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes. I took hold of them and fondled and caressed them to my hearts content. I was able to take the nipples in my mouth as well.
“Oh yes, Sweetie, that is so nice. Yes…yes,” she murmured in pleasure.
As our climaxes approached Joan picked up the pace. I answered by thrusting with my pelvis to meet her strokes.
I moaned my pleasure, and with a cry of “Oh Joan!” I ejaculated deep inside her.
The sensation of my semen flooding her was enough to push Joan over the edge of her orgasm. She gave an inarticulate yell of ecstasy and she collapsed into my waiting arms.
We lay quietly in each other arms for several moments enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth, and not wanting it to end. Regrettable things had to move on.
“Oh Sweetie, Andrew,” Joan whispered “You were magnificent. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way. Thank you, Andrew.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin.” I wanted to say ‘I love you, Joan,’ but I could not get the words out.
“Much as we might want to keep going, Sweetie, we have to stop.” She smiled down at me. “We’ve made a mess of the living room and my bed. We need to tidy up before Jack comes home.”
The mention of her husband made me feel sick to my stomach. I just cuckolded Mr. Goodwin. My upbringing told me that it was a sinful thing to do. Joan noticed the queasy look on my face. She held me tightly.
“I know, Sweetie,” she said softly and slowly. “It may not be right, but you are very special to me, Andrew. And Jack has given up his rights to me. I’ve been lonely for a man’s touch.”
This time I was able to get the words out. “I love you, Joan.”
“I love you too, Andrew, my dearest, my Sweetie.” We hugged tightly again. “Now come on, we’ve got work to do.”
Joan directed me to have a quick wash in her bathroom while she stripped the bed. Joan brought me my clothes. I was a little disappointed that while I was washing up she had gotten dressed again.
Things were all quiet when Mr. Goodwin came home from work. A load of laundry was in the washer, and I was sitting chastely with Mrs. Goodwin on the sofa looking at scrapbooks from when she ran track at university.