Lucy's Lucky Break

It was Lucy's extreme good fortune that David had been a rugby player. Not that Lucy had the slightest interest in rugby and not that David was any good at it. He played with enthusiasm but absolutely no skill in the worst performing team in the lowest grade.

Lucy's good luck stemmed from an unexpected victory by David's team. In true rugby fashion the team celebrated by getting drunk at "The Hangman's Cock", a pub which featured a large rooster on its advertising.

Later in the evening David was in no condition to protest when his team mates decided to continue their celebrations at "Malvina's Delights"; an upmarket brothel.

David's good fortune, and subsequently Lucy's, was that Malvina selected Svetlana as his partner that night.

Svetlana was a Russian beauty. But not in the blond, pouting, Amazon style of so many stunning Russian tennis players.

Students of international beauty sometimes mistook her for Italian with her long black curling hair. But her broad Slavic cheekbones and her brooding dark eyes made the students reassess.

Svetlana was five foot six, with a perfectly proportioned body. Some purists might have suggested that her dark tipped breasts were a little too large, but David, like most of her clients, felt they were perfect as he thrust his head between them.

At 30 Svetlana was probably at the peak of her sophisticated beauty. She now had 10 years international experience in what she regarded as her honorable profession. She was highly intelligent and was a serious student of sex. She suspected, probably with some justification, that she was a world's expert in sexual pleasure.

Svetlana also had the perfect psychological attributes for a whore. She had expensive tastes so she needed the money. She absolutely loved fucking.

And she had an almost maternal devotion to some of younger clients.

So Svetlana made David, then 20, her 'project' for the next months. Despite his shyness, despite the fact that all the booze had made him almost useless in bed, Svetlana's keen intelligence had detected a talent waiting to unfold.

Malvina didn't object that all of David's visits after the first were free. Svetlana was her best earner and Malvina had become used to her idiosyncrasies.

During David's first three visits Svetlana concentrated on the basic joys of masculine sex, with her vagina and mouth and fingers and anus on his erection. She played his cock like a maestro with a flute. David, whose experience until then had been limited to furtive fucks in the back seats of cars was suddenly in a new world.

Not only was his pleasure heightened to ecstasy, but it lasted all night as Svetlana took advantage of his youth and being at his sexual peak. Her fingers, her hands, her lips, her tongue and teeth brought David's cock to a rock hard erection and then spouting orgasm time and time again.

Svetlana's fingers and mouth and vagina and anus were trained to clasp, to tease, to arouse; to do all conceivable acts, and some inconceivable acts to make David's orgasms shuddering, rocking and pulsating experiences which took over his whole body.

Stage 2 in Svetlana's planned program of sexual enlightenment was to slow things down, to extend each part of foreplay into a sexual experience in itself. Svetlana gave David sensual massages. He had never dreamed that his feet could be erogenous. She covered his body with gentle touches with her nipples. She would tantalize him by taking his cock deeply into his mouth, but quickly withdraw and lick his nipples or rub her moist pussy over his face or suck his testicles.

Their kisses became longer, more probing, more consuming, more delicate sometimes, more urgent other times.

By the time Svetlana had finished her hour of arousal David's balls were bursting. His whole body was screaming out for his cock to thrust into Svetlana's more than willing, soaking pussy.

Stage 3 in David's education was the stage for which Lucy should have been particularly grateful. But Lucy couldn't be grateful to Svetlana because, understandably, David never told Lucy, or indeed anyone else about his tutor.

"Davey, my darling boy," said Svetlana as she stroked his flaccid cock after their frantic lovemaking.

"Now I must teach you how to truly arouse and excite a woman and take her to her sexual paradise.. How to bring her to the peak of sexual fulfillment."

David was a little upset by this comment. He had thought, judging by Svetlana's groans and screams and writhing and bouncing for the previous half hour, that he wasn't doing to badly in this respect. But he kept his comments to himself. Provided his education involved Svetlana's gorgeous,voluptuous and responsive body free of charge, he didn't mind what she said.

"There are two reasons I am sharing this wisdom with you, beautiful boy. The first is that most men are pathetic lovers." Svetlana's upper lip curled with disdain.

"The number of men who come to me and think they are great in the sack is very high. The number for whom that is true is, regrettably, very, very, very low.

"Do you know what I find is the hardest part of being a whore?" she prodded his back.

David shook his head as he licked her nipple.

"The toughest part of being a whore is not selling my body. The toughest part is to tell to these incompetent oafs about how good they were bloody useless."

Svetlana spat onto the floor.

"When you become a true lover, an artist, a master craftsman, a maestro, you will find that women will have thought they have died and gone to heaven. They will not believe their good fortune.

"And, they will do anything for you in return. And I mean anything" Svetlana tapped David's chest and winked.

"And the other reason for learning this is that the true sexual lover enjoys giving as much as receiving. There is as much pleasure to be had in bringing your lover to orgasm as orgasming yourself."

David listened, fascinated. He didn't really understand all that Svetlana was talking about. He worshiped Svetlana's rounded body: its crevices, its odors, its juices. He loved listening to her Russian accented speech. He loved feeling her body shudder and hearing her groan with pleasure when she orgasmed

"So young man here is the rule from now on.

"I must have at least two orgasms before you may have one."

Svetlana poked his chest painfully.

A lesson in female biology followed. David became even more familiar with Svetlana's clitoris and G Spot.

"See how my G Spot is near the front. So thrusting hard and deep, however nice it feels will seldom bring your lover to orgasm unless you massage her clitoris with your pubic bone. Sometimes your lover will prefer it if you only have your cock half way in and massaging her G Spot."

The lesson continued into the night. Svetlana instructed David about her ears and nipples, her throat and her armpits, her navel and her hips, the puckered brown star of her anus, the soft flesh at the top of her thighs, about the insides of her elbows and knees. In fact by the end of the night their wasn't a single inch of her body she hadn't instructed him on.

It was easy to give Svetlana her two orgasms. His tongue or fingers on her clitoris or G Spot always worked and Svetlana expressed her gratitude by taking his cock deep down her throat.

"No fingers or tongue or cock when you come here next week."

David had a week to think and worked out that with his teeth, ever so gently, and sucking with his lips he soon brought Svetlana to her hip bouncing orgasm.

Svetlana responded by taking his erection deep into her rectum as she knelt in front of him.

"Now next time you are here, you must take at least half hour before I come." said Svetlana as they showered together.

This was more of a challenge than David had anticipated. Such was Svetlana's responsiveness that try as he might, she came in five minutes not thirty.

Svetlana looked at her stopwatch.

"Five minutes only. You are supposed to be a sexual maestro, not a rutting pig."

Her poke onto his chest was far from friendly.

Then she kissed David tenderly. "Change your pace, darling youth. Bring me to the brink then take me back. Learn to recognize when I am almost coming and do something else."

So David slowed down for his next attempt. But after 20 minutes he heard sounds of exaggerated snores from Svetlana.

"This is soooooo boring. Variety, surprise me with different things, touches I'm not expecting."

Svetlana grabbed one of his ears in each of her hands and gave very painful twists. Not letting go she pulled his face to hers so that their noses were touching. David was almost frightened by look of anger in her dark, smoldering eyes.

"Don't you like my lips?

"I love your lips."

"Don't you like my ears?"

"I love your ears"

"Don't you like the taste of my armpits?"

"You know I love the taste."

And so this questioning continued, noses touching, his ears in agony until she had gone all the way down to her toes.

"Of course I love licking your toes."

Svetlana's voice became louder and more strident.

"You say you love all of my body. Well use all of my body."

The twist on his ears tightened even more painfully.

In a measured shout, "STOP CONCENTRATING JUST ON MY CUNT, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE."

David went home a chastened young man, but also a thoughtful one. And also without having had an ejaculation.

At the next session David applied Svetlana's instructions and after half an hour of Svetlana's groans and moans and writhing she came in a hip bouncing orgasm. She checked the stopwatch and kissed his nose in approval.

"Davey, that was beautiful, I'm so proud of you. Once more before I let you fuck my ass."

David started to apply the same techniques but after 15 minutes he heard Svetlana's exaggerated snores again and felt her hands grasp his ears.

With their noses touching, Svetlana's teeth clenched in anger and David's ears in agony.

"Davey, you are such a boring lover."

"But you liked it half an hour ago."

"That's exactly the point. Its exactly the same and the second time it must be different. Look at my body David."

She twisted his ears, forcing his face down. David looked at her erotic perfection, down at those lovely large breasts with their dark aureoles, down at her slim waist, down at her puffy shaven labia.

"Do you think I'm some sort of robot you can wind up the same way each time."

His ears were twisted harder. Svetlana's voice had that strident pitch.

"Use your imagination.Use your empathy.Use your sensitivity. Use your instinct. Use all of your body. Use all of my body."

Her voice was now shrill with anger.

"WHY . . . YOU COULD EVEN TRY USING YOUR FUCKING BRAIN.

"IF YOU FUCKING HAD ONE."

Svetlana turned her back on David. Her body shook with sobs of anger and frustration at David.

He had no choice but to go home, his ears still stinging, his ego dented, and, he mused, for the second week in a row, without coming himself.

But he spent much of the next week deep in thought.

The next week Svetlana came after 35 minutes of what she now recognized as exciting, sensitive and masculine arousal from David. She was so proud of him and so proud of herself.

The second time her excitement was even higher.

"Please Davey, make me come, I can't take it any more."

But David ignored her. It was well short of 30 minutes.

Svetlana's excitement mounted. Her beautiful body was glistening with perspiration, her groans were an incomprehensible babble in Russian.

"Please, please Davey, now. Forget that stupid 30 minutes." Her voice was a panting croak.

So David relented and Svetlana's orgasm seemed to reach new levels of bouncing, Cossack yodeling pleasure.

But then those cruel hands on his ears, her angry eyes staring into him.

"That wasn't 30 minutes."

"But you were begging. You told me to forget the 30 minutes"

"It wasn't 30 minutes."

"But you seemed to have a fabulous orgasm."

Svetlana's face softened and she kissed him tenderly.

"Davey, it was the most wonderful orgasm. Thank you my lovely lover."

But then her face hardened.

"It wasn't 30 minutes."

"But you were ready, you were begging."

The cruel grip tightened, their noses touched, Svetlana's flashing dark eyes blazed into his.

"Listen, and listen carefully, beautiful Davey. A woman wants a man who is confident sexually, who takes control of sex.

"To be sure, you must respect her, be devoted to meeting her sexual needs and never physically abuse her.

"But women quickly tire of wimps. Let her choose sometimes on things which don't really matter. But, in the nicest way, you must be in control."

"Davey I have spent all this time training you to be a man." Her voice was trembling with emotion.

Svetlana stopped momentarily as she sobbed.

"But sometimes I wonder if I have failed." Her voice rose to a shrill shout. She prodded him repeatedly and painfully in the chest.

"Sometimes I wonder if I have been wasting my time." Svetlana burst into tears of anger and self pity.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE. . . STOP BEING SUCH A FUCKING WIMP"

David seriously wondered whether his ego could take any more of this, or his ears for that matter, as he went home ejaculation-less for the third week. But again he did some serious thinking.

The next week started differently. The first thing David did was to throw the stopwatch out the window. Svetlana frowned, but inwardly she smiled, so she said nothing. Then they lay on the bed, fully clothed, watching a rugby game on TV which David said he wanted to watch.

After 10 minutes and no conversation David idly stroked Svetlana's thigh to a few inches above her knee.

After another 5 minutes he placed her hand on his jeans over his cock. Svetlana squeezed and stroked in a not particularly interested way, seemingly fascinated by the rugby, a game which bored her speechless.

Another 5 minutes and David opened his fly. Svetlana's hand went inside and extracted his erection. Still no conversation. Both seemed to be preoccupied by the boring rugby game. Svetlana's touch was polite but passionless.

But David was 20 and hadn't had sex for four weeks and his erection was soon rampant.

Still watching TV he put his a hand on the back of Svetlana's head and gently pushed. Now her interest was aroused and she applied all the skills of her 10 years experience. Her lovely soft mouth and throat swallowed David's cock. Four week's abstinence just burst and in a half minute his load of come vanished down Svetlana's willing throat.

Still no conversation but Svetlana went to the fridge and poured another beer for David.

After 15 minutes David's hand drifted higher up Svetlana's thigh. She complied with his wishes when he nudged her legs apart, and still watching the rugby, lifted her bum to let him remove her knickers.

David stripped off his jeans and boxers and hoisted Svetlana's mini-skirt above her waist. In the simple missionary position he thrust his recovered erection deep into Svetlana's vagina. She said nothing and didn't move. But, her vagina was sopping wet, she closed her eyes and stopped watching the rugby. Perhaps she panted just a little but certainly didn't come before David's geyser spouted deep inside her clasping vaginal walls.

Afterwards Svetlana nuzzled David's ear."You have been using your brain."

"Let's eat," said David and they went to a nearby Chinese.

When they returned David undressed Svetlana slowly. As each part of her gorgeous nudity was opened to him, he stroked it, he kissed it and licked it.

Then when she was naked and already breathing deeply David massaged her with aromatic body oil. Then for the next three hours Svetlana had a stream of orgasms, some 30 minutes apart, some 30 seconds apart but she didn't mind. Her mouth, her vagina, her anus all felt the delights of David's skilled and sensitive intrusion.

Svetlana's excitement and sexual intoxication grew and grew. Her groans became more and more Russian.

She screamed, "I can't take it anymore," but then gurgled with pleasure in Russian as David's untiring cock speared her gaping ass.

David went home and left her, a shivering, sweat covered , still spasming world's sex expert, who had thought she had known everything, but had now reached new levels of sexual fulfillment.

After another month Svetlana declared that David was a graduate of her academy. She did ask three of her colleagues at Madam Malvina's to check him out. They did so and all agreed that Svetlana had created a true stud, a master of seduction, of arousal, and in particular, a master of devotion women's pleasure.

They met at a cafe for the last time. Svetlana was different. Her long locks were now short, cut in the most elegant of coiffures, her neck, her ears, her arms and her fingers were covered in expensive jewelry. She still looked beautiful, but in a sophisticated and restrained fashion.

"Bye bye darling Davey. I can teach you no more."

David was devastated. "But I still want to see you and fuck you."

"No, you must go out into the real world. And I must start my new career?"

"A career as what?"

"As the wife of a multi-millionaire, 60 year old."

She gave him a chaste hug. "But Davey, I'm so proud of you. You are my star pupil."

A peck on his lips and she turned and left.

David watched her ass move around in her very tight skirt as she walked across the street to a parked Rolls Royce.

David somehow recovered.

His friends had pretty much lost contact with him over the six months of his tuition. So his rugby club mates were a little surprised when he said "Sure" to their suggestion that they go to "The Hangman's Cock" to celebrate the first match of the new season.

They were perversely proud that they had set a new club record for a losing margin.

The usual group of girls who were friends of his team-mates turned up after a couple of hours. In the past these girls had paid little attention to David. He wasn't particularly good looking and had been painfully shy. When they had spoken to him it was more like a sisterly concern, certainly no interest in him as a man.

But without really knowing why, they now found him more interesting.

"Hi, David, where have you been?" asked Sally who was slim and quite sexy. Not as sexy as she thought, but, in the past, way beyond David's dreams.

"Slogging my guts out at Adult Education classes."

"That's interesting. What did you study?"

"Human biology."

"And what did you learn?"

"That attractive women are unpredictable and take advantage of men." David looked straight into Sally's face, but she saw the twinkle in his eye.

Normally Sally would have been offended by such a comment and gone into a lecture about male chauvinist pigs. But something about David's confidence and that twinkle changed her mind.

"That's a terrible thing to say." Sally punched his arm. "You don't think I'm like that, do you."

"What, not attractive?"

Sally started to giggle. "You know I didn't mean that."

"That you are unpredictable. I hope so. You're not a bore are you Sally?"

Sally giggled and felt that this conversation had gone far enough. She held out her hand.

"C'mon biology boffin, let's dance."

"Later maybe, Sally. Max and I were having a discussion about our new club record."

Sally wasn't used to being rebuffed and stalked back to the other girls. But she was determined that she would have that dance with David.

David and Max chatted away, not taking the slightest notice.

Lucy and Max were good friends in a platonic way and she came over to talk to him. To David's mind Lucy had always been the pick of the group. The best looking and with a great sense of humor.

Was it purely coincidence that she had long dark curling hair like Svetlana? But Lucy was taller and slimmer and her cheekbones not as pronounced. Her breasts weren't as large, but they looked perfect to David as he could see the outline of her nipples as they pushed against her satiny black dress. Her legs were slightly longer and David appreciated every inch which her short dress revealed.