Among The Gods 03: Lessons In Love

Mia was hesitant in her touches. She traced her fingers through Roth's thick pubic hair, running them up and down the length of his shaft. He was shorter and slimmer than Eli, a compact and enticing package, the skin smooth and warm. She wanted to wrap her hands around it and feel its warmth. "Can I..." she started, unsure how to even phrase it.

"Of course! Gentle as you go."

Biting her lip, she put her hands on either side of his member, rolling him between her palms. Roth let out a deep, shameless moan, tucking his hands behind his head as she played with him.

"What do I do?"

"Explore," he sighed happily. "Get to know it."

"Can I... pull it down?" He frowned for a moment, then smiled.

"Oh, I see. Sure. Just, go gentle."

Her eyes slid back to his manhood. It seemed like it was made of two parts, somehow - a thin outer layer of skin, and a thick, hot inner muscle - like a sleeve wrapped tightly around an arm. She pulled that sleeve back gently, rolling the skin at the end back over the glans. Roth's head was dark red instead of purple, but it shared that slightly glistening appearance, and a small drip of pale fluid oozed from the tip.

"What's this?" she asked, gently rubbing her fingers against the slick head.

Roth shuddered, but his pleasure was so obvious that she wasn't worried that she had hurt him. "Semen. It comes out much more when I climax, but the flow is pretty slow and steady as long as I'm hard." Mia thought of the wetness between her own thighs. Was it similar?

"What do I do?"

"It's easy - just wrap your hand around it and stroke up and down. Not too tight or too hard, now." She did as he asked, feeling him throb gently between her fingers. As she went, he directed her: a little faster, slower, a little tighter but not too tight. Soon, she had found a rhythm, sliding her hand from the base of his manhood, partially revealing the glans, to the top, where she felt the bulge of his head between her thumb and fingers. His moans and gasps told her that she was doing a good job. He was right, it was easy, aside from one thing - her arm was starting to fatigue.

"My arm," she said.

Roth laughed. "Yeah, that'll happen. Don't worry, you can stop if you like. Or switch hands if you want to practise." She did that for a while, switching between one hand and another, learning how to pleasure him. Eventually though, he gently put his hand on her wrist, telling her to stop.

"Did I do it wrong?"

"No," he chuckled. "You did it just right - but if you keep doing it, I'm liable to make a mess all over you." He winked, and she flushed at the thought of his white seed splashing over her bare skin. "So what now?"

Mia looked down at his erection, her mind suddenly filling with thoughts of the semen Eli had covered himself that morning, and how she had felt licking it off her fingers. "Can I taste it?"

'Calming Eli down' turned out to be code for 'switching Eli's brain off'. Dina had asked him if she could pleasure him, and he had agreed, wandering what she had in mind. What she had in mind was kneeling on the bed and taking him in her mouth, moaning like she was eating sweet cake. Eli had gasped as soon as he felt her hot, wet mouth envelop the top portion of his manhood; now, she seemed to be employing a motion not unlike milking, stroking him with long, firm movements of her hand, tongue swirling around his sensitive head. It was blissful - a purely physical experience that sent shivers running up and down his spine. It had been barely a couple of minutes, and he could already feel his balls tightening, the telltale itch starting to tingle.

"Dina," he gasped, "I - I'm going to -" She doubled down, gripping him more firmly and sucking on him, her warm lips experienced and hungry. With a groan, the dam broke, and delectable pressure surged up the length of his member, pumping his hot seed into her willing mouth. When he was done, she cleaned him, continuing to swirl her tongue around him until his hips bucked, pulling his softening, sensitive manhood out of her mouth.

Dina sat up, eyes bright and triumphant. "That's better!" she said, with a satisfied sigh. "Now you might absorb some of what I'm saying."

"Where - where did -" Eli asked in confusion. Giggling, Dina opened her lips, moving her tongue around to demonstrate her empty mouth; Eli realised that she must have swallowed him.

"So, my turn," she said, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs open.

"You want me to...?"

Another giggle. "Oh absolutely! But let's see how you are with your fingers first." She spread her lips with her fingers, giving her a full, close up view of her most intimate parts. "Labia," she said tracing her fingers along her puffy lips, glistening with wetness. "Opening," and she dipped her fingers inside with a slightly shiver. "And, most importantly, clitoris," she finished, pulling her folds apart to highlight the pale, engorged bud at the top. "That's the most important part, because it's where a lot of a woman's pleasure comes from."

Eli recalled the woman in the park, and Mia last night - how she had guided his fingers to that spot. "Can I?" he said, reaching out.

"Go ahead honey," she said, removing her hands so that she could get to her. He traced his fingers long her lips, rubbing her clit gently between his thumb and forefinger. Dina's reaction was immediate and electric: she arched her back, bucking her hips towards him. He now free hands grabbed and massaged her breasts, tweaking her large, enticing nipples between her fingers. She continued to groan and writhed as he rubbed her.

"Am I doing okay?" he said, taking his hand away to rub his fingers together, feeling the velvety wetness of her arousal.

Dina gave a frustrated growl. "Never stop in the middle like that!" she reproached him.

"Sorry!" he said, going red.

She harrumphed. "It's okay. I was close, that's all, and now you've spoiled the moment." Eli moved his hand back to her, this time gently resting his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in circles.

"That's it," she groaned. "Your hands are so big and strong!" He couldn't help but grin at the complement. "You can use both hands, you know," she said.

"What do I do?"

"Push one of your fingers into me - gently!" He nodded and did as she said, gently working a finger into her opening. It was warm and wet, and accepted him easily. Dina whimpered, her hips beginning to work again; this time, Eli knew better than to stop, instead continuing to rub her clit in circles, finger sliding gently in and out of her.

He heard it coming before anything - the way her breath quickened, her moans increasing in pitch and desperation. When it hit, he felt the inner walls of her body pulsing around his finger as she moaned, hips twitching, tweaking her nipples between her fingers. After a minute, she settled, relaxing onto the bed and panting. "Well!" she giggled. "I think we've certainly got the basics when it comes to your fingers!"

Under Roth's gentle and detailed instruction, Mia was learning how to pleasure a man with her mouth. She had licked and kissed him all over, getting used to the feel, the smell, the taste of him, and found that she liked it. She was really starting to understand what Dina had said about sharing: she was enjoying this, and she truly hoped that Eli was enjoying his time just as much, even if it wasn't with her.

She lay on the bed, head between Roth's legs, arms arched over his thighs. The head of his throbbing manhood was in her mouth, and she was using most of her hand to stroke his shaft, using the same motions he had taught her before. Roth had also explained the importance of the testicles - that they were sensitive, which could be a good or bad thing. Under his direction, she gently weighed them in her hand, very carefully rubbing the soft lumps inside between her fingers. He had even suggested that she try exploring them with her tongue, which she had been surprised to find that she liked - the soft hairs on her tongue and the unique taste had coupled with his appreciative moans to create quite the cocktail of desire in her.

"Stop," he breathed, and she pulled her head away, surprised at how disappointed she was.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No," he chuckled. "You're doing very well. But if you keep doing that, I'm definitely going to peak."

She shyly looked up at him from under her eyelashes, rubbing the side of her face against his manhood. "I might be... okay with that," she told him.

He laughed, a jolly sound that made her smile. "Okay, but you might want to think about where. I'll tell you when it's going to happen, and you can point it up onto my stomach or chest. If we were in a different position or standing up, you could point it off to the side or the ground, or onto a rag if you're prepared."

"Where do you usually do it?" Her embarrassment and nervousness had almost completely faded away now, and Mia found herself easily able to ask questions she would never have dreamed of this morning.

"Well, Dina can be very... hungry," he said. "She likes when I spend myself inside her, or over her body, or in her mouth."

Mia thought of the options. Inside her... She remembered the throbbing pulse of Eli inside her and shivered. She also remembered how his manhood had twitched and spasmed while she watched, and wondered what that would feel like if it was... "I... wouldn't mind if you did it in my mouth," she suggested.

Roth's eyes widened slightly. "If that's what you really want." He laughed again when she nodded, immediately and eagerly. "Okay. I'll warn you, though, and make sure I'm pointed against your cheek or the roof of your mouth. You don't want it hitting the back of your throat."

She hungrily wrapped her lips around him again, working his shaft and pouch with her hands while her head bobbed and her tongue swirled. Somehow, this felt even more intimate than actual sex. With Eli, she had just felt his heat and hardness, as well as the pulsing throb of his orgasm. Now, she could feel every inch of Roth, tracing every curve and thick, pulsing vein with her tongue. She could taste him as well, and smell his skin and the salty tang of his sweat. She wanted to do this every day.

A few more minutes, and Roth began to tense up. "Mia," he moaned, "it's coming..." He needn't have bothered. She could feel it, his pouch tightening, pulling his testicles against his body, his member throbbing and engorging, his breathing racing. He went still for a moment, and then grunted loudly; he throbbed and spasmed, flooding her mouth with thick, salty white. It was a little overwhelming, but it felt and tasted good.

She took her mouth away, Roth still shuddering and panting on the bed, and rolled it around in her mouth. She even let a little trickle down her throat, and widened her eyes in surprise - it was warm and good. "Here," Roth said, handing her a rag. But she shook her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and swallowed, taking Roth's seed fully into her. "How was that?" Roth asked.

Mia grinned at him, face bright pink. "Good," she said quietly. "I can't wait to do that on - uh..." she looked down, abashed, but Roth just chuckled.

"Eli's a lucky man," he said, leaning down to press his lips against hers. The kiss surprised her, but Roth's lips were warm and full, and she relaxed into it.

As they both lay on the bed together breathing in the shadows of the room, Mia couldn't help but tickle her fingertips down over her stomach, playing with the blonde hair. Roth noticed her movement and rolled onto his side, looking at her. "What some help with that?" She blushed and bit her lip, nodding. Roth kissed her again - a long, gentle, passionate embrace that left her head a little fuzzy - and began to kiss down her body. Eli and only ever kissed her face before; now, each brush of Roth's lips was a new, intoxicating sensation. His kisses on her neck sent shivers down her back, making her nipples harden and her toes curl. His kisses on her shoulders and chest were warm and tender, sending gentle ripples of pleasure though her. He kissed and licked her breasts, suckling a little on her nipples, sending jolts of bliss through her body. On and on he went, a trail of warm kisses down her chest, over her belly, even the untamed patch of honey-blonde hair between her legs. Finally, he placed a gentle, lingering kiss on her other lips, sending a shiver of tension and pleasure through her that she could not describe. Then, he buried his face in between her legs.

Dina, Mia would have to admit, was an exceptionally lucky woman. Roth's lips and tongue were soft and expert, exploring her sex with an experience and eagerness that filled her mind with fog. He ran his tongue up and down her labia, dipping it into her opening, puckering his lips around her clit and swirling around her sensitive bud until she could have blacked out. She felt a gentle, probing finger at her entrance and, unable to speak, she had indicated her enthusiastic consent by bucking her hips against it; it slid smoothly in, crooking and folding around to caress centres of pleasure she couldn't have imagined existed. Within minutes, she was writhing and twisting on the bed, her hips only kept in place by Roth's free arm laid across her stomach, gently pressing down. He raced her up that first peak and kept going, bounding from invisible mountain to invisible mountain, bringing her into ecstasy time and time again.

Finally, her hands found his head, and she desperately pushed him away; when he separated from her, she rolled over onto her side, curling into the foetal position, shivering with an euphoria so intense that it hurt. She felt Roth's weight press gently against her back, his arm sliding round her waist as he kissed the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry," he said huskily, "was that too much?"

She twisted and rolled over so that she could press her face into his chest, immersing herself in his warmth and his scent. "I never knew anything like that was possible," she breathed in wonder. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Let me know when you're ready for the next part of the lesson."

"Just like that," Dina sighed - a long, satisfied, relaxed sigh of pleasure. It had taken some time for her to 'train' Eli in what he should be doing, but he was an eager learner - both because he genuinely wanted to learn how to please her, and because the intimate area between her legs tasted so good. She had not approved of him trying to suck up the slick wetness that coated her lips; she had approved of the long, slow licks, lapping at her sex like a dog, and in him pursing his lips to suckle on her clit. He had learned that he had to be careful, that the stubble of his close-shaven face could prickle and burn her.

Now, at her urging, he had gently pushed a finger into her, massaging the inner walls of her body with firm but gentle pressure. Her hips rolled, undulating in time with his fingers, as his tongue traced little circles around her bud, crossing each one when it was completed. While he was busy between her legs, her own hands were back to massaging her ample breasts, rolling her nippes between her fingers. He could see every detail of it as he gazed up her body, increasingly comfortable with navigating her sex by feel alone. Beyond her heaving chest, he could see her face, eyes closed and mouth open, a look of bliss lightning her features. He could definitely get used to seeing that expression.

Like last time, it was her breathing that told him she was getting close, her sighs and moans turning into increasingly frantic whimpers as she bucked against his tongue, muscles rippling around his finger. Her hands left her body as she climaxed, slamming down on the bed and clenching around the blankets as she gasped. When she relaxed again, Eli slipped his finger from her. "How was -"

"Don't stop!" she hissed. He quickly buried his face between her thighs again, nose pressed into the fragrant hair as his tongue lashed, working quickly to catch up with his pause. His finger slipped back into her. "Another one..." Dina moaned. Carefully, Eli slipped another of his thick fingers in beside the first, now rubbing two finger pads against the soft, rippled walls of her sex. Dina gasped again, surging into another climax that left her shuddering. She peaked twice more after that, before finally wiggling her thighs closed, tangling her fingers into his hair to pull him up beside her so that she could drape herself across him, head resting on his chest.

"Never... stop... in the middle..." she panted.

"I'm sorry," Eli said. "I thought you were done, that you'd be too sensitive -"

She giggled and crawled up his body, pressing her lips to his for a deep, hungry kiss. His head swam with it. "It's different with a tongue, silly," she breathed when she was done. "It's softer and wetter. Though, you're right - you should always ask. I was just feeling greedy." She snuggled up against him, resting her head on his chest again. Tentatively, he stroked his fingers across her hair, and she made a happy noise in her nose like a purring cat.

They relaxed there for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's touch. Eli lay with his eyes closed, thinking about what he'd learned. Dina was so different: where Mia was tentative and shy but curious, Dina was direct, brazen, and lusty. It was an entirely different type of eroticism, and one he very much enjoyed. He hoped that maybe -

Eli gasped as he felt a warm hand close around his manhood, which had become hard again without him noticing. He opened his eyes and looked down, seeing Dina gazing up at him, lust alight in her eyes. "Are you ready for your next lesson?" she purred.

Everyone in the Cardinal Inn awoke late the next morning, shambling downstairs to breakfast at a gentle pace. Dina and Roth would laugh about the whole thing, later: how Eli and Mia had run into each other in the tap room, wearing near identical looks of wonder-filled shock. The pair sat quietly at breakfast, picking idly, eyes continually sliding towards each other with suggestion and desire. Eventually, they had been unable to hold themselves back any longer, and Eli had gently taken Mia's hand, kissed the palm, and let her out of the room.

"Oh, to have that kind of stamina again!" Roth chuckled, slicing himself another piece of sweet apple. Dina slipped along the bench and into his lap, settling her rounded buttocks onto the familiar, comfortable seat of his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around her waist, leaning his head on her shoulder as she nuzzled into his hair.

"You do very well," Dina chided him.

"I've had to learn to keep up with you," he winked, brushing his lips along her neck.

She shivered, giggling. "It feels like you picked up some of their youthful energy!" She wiggled her hips teasingly, pressing her rump against the hardness she could feel growing beneath her.

"What about you, my love - do you have a bit more strength left, after bedding that young stud all night?"

"Always for you," she breathed shifting her legs so that she could straddle him. With practiced ease, he slid his hands up her skirt and under her bare buttocks, picking her up and sitting her on the worktop, where their hips were lined up. They both enjoyed the excitement and exploration of sharing themselves with other people, but this, quiet times with their bodies pressed against each other, was like coming home.

Upstairs, Eli and Mia were barely through the door before their hands were all over each other, lips locked together in a passionate and desperate kiss, as if each of them were dying of thirst and the other were their only source of water.