Sex with the Neighbor MILF
After my high-school graduation ceremony, I was pleasantly surprised when my neighbor, Kathy, walked up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I didn’t even know that my parents had invited her to the event. Kathy congratulated me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I told her that the f****y was planning a party at the house and invited her. She smiled a mischievous smile and said she wouldn’t miss it for the world. As she walked away, I had an odd feeling that she was playing a joke on me. It was at that moment that I felt something in my blazer pocket. There was a disposable razor, a hotel key and a note written by Kathy. The note said there was something waiting for me in the hotel that would allow me to catch up on all of the sacrifices I might have needed to make in order to graduate early.
When I got to the hotel room, I found Kathy sitting naked on the side of the bed. And as I walked up to her, I noticed that she was sitting on top of a towel, and in her hand was a can of shaving cream. She said she was going to give me a quick lesson in something every young man should get from an experienced woman. Kathy said it was up to me and understood if I wanted to leave. I answered her by loosening my tie and kicking off my shoes. I took off my clothes and asked her what the shaving cream was about. She smiled and said she wanted me to get a lesson in pussy. She said she wanted me to know how a pussy looked, smelled, tasted and, more importantly, she said she wanted to teach me how a pussy felt when I was fucking it. She said she had already trimmed her pubic hair. Then, after applying a bit of the shaving cream, Kathy invited me to shave her pussy.
Once the hair was gone, Kathy looked downright virginal, and this was where the fun began. She explained how all women masturbated and explained why the size of a man’s cock didn’t matter. Kathy’s logic was flawless: If a woman can achieve an orgasm by finger-fucking herself—and looking at the size of a woman’s finger—it was clear that no man needed to worry about the size of his penis. After I watched Kathy masturbate for a few minutes, she said it was my turn, but said for me to use my tongue. I did as she wanted, and almost from the beginning, she was moaning and gasping. I didn’t know if Kathy was playing a joke on me or not, at least until she said she was about to experience an orgasm and ejaculated a jet of love honey on my face, and the release of love honey can’t be faked. I continued licking and finger-fucking her as she experienced one orgasm after another.
After wiping my face clean, Kathy sucked on my cock for a moment to make sure it was at full erection. Then she brought it to the entrance of her pussy and invited me to fuck her. I did as she wanted and what was natural, as I fucked her slowly at first until I neared my own orgasm and quickened the pace. When I did orgasm, I could feel more sperm being released than any time I had masturbated. I collapsed on top of Kathy and rested until my cock had returned to its normal size and slipped from the sheath that was her womb.
I rested a bit and then Kathy got on top of me. She lowered her freshly fucked pussy on my mouth and said for me to lick her while she tried bringing my cock to life. When my cock was hard, she took out a condom and said that it was important I remember to use a condom when fucking college girls. The second time we fucked was doggie style, as Kathy tried giving me a hint as to the different positions a man and woman could fuck over the next couple of hours.
During my winter break, just a few weeks ago, I returned home and got a tune-up lesson from Kathy. I told her that I had a girlfriend of sorts, as I was fucking my psychology professor.