Babs Education

With his other hand, he presented the blunt head of his rod to her brown wrinkled lips . He rubbed the head up and down between the cleft, nudging the lips apart to press into the swollen button where the lips joined. He felt her juices oiling the end of his shaft ready for its entry deep into her.

He rolled it around her opening until the first half inch nudged its way into her warmth. There, he paused to feel the warm muff of pliant flesh encasing his penis. Babs closed her eyes and parted her mouth in ecstasy.

‘This is it!’ she thought. ‘At last!’ Her body was beginning to tremble, her buttocks to shudder. She was frantic for the feel of his cock deep inside her. Moaning with frustration she pushed her loins at him.

Jonathan looked down and, slowly and deliberately, drove part way into her hot willing flesh. After a short hesitation, he pulled half out again slowly before thrusting it inside again. But not to the hilt. Not yet.

Barbara was overwhelmed by the sensation . She had never experienced anything like this before in her life. Her love-making with her husband consisted of her turning out the bedside light, opening her legs, and him climbing on top of her and thrusting in and out until he'd finished. There was no feeling of real excitement; of involvement, of being filled to overflowing with love.

Not like this almost choking sensation, even though Jonathan had not yet penetrated her fully to the hilt. She moaned in her throat; a rasping sound like tearing silk.

'Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's beautiful!' she murmured. 'Go on Jonathan. Do it! Give it to me! Deep! Hard!'

It was at that exact moment that they heard the front door being opened. 'Oh, no!' she whimpered, sick with frustration. Jonathan quickly withdrew, pushed his stiff part, now smeared with her juices, into his trousers and zipped himself up.

Babs pulled up her skirt, fastened it before hurriedly buttoning up her jacket. Jonathan put his forefinger to his lips and gestured for her to crouch low behind the desk so that their shadows should not be seen against the translucent windows of the office wall.

There was no reason why anyone should come into Jonathan's office, but in a moment of panic, it is not easy to be rational. It was probably one of the other managers calling in for some papers. Then they heard voices.

It was Arthur.

'It's OK June,’ they heard him say, ‘it's perfectly safe in here. No-one will come. We won't be interrupted.'

Babs smiled to herself. 'Oh shit! Foiled again!' She hadn't realised that Arthur and June were having an affair on the side. But the thrilling moment of romance had passed by for Babs.

Jonathan put his hand up her skirt as she crouched beside him, and manipulated her to a small tense climax. She was bitterly disappointed and wanted to weep and tear her hair with frustration, but there it was! She dare not stay any longer. As they crept out of the office they heard June behind the closed door of the sample room moaning and whimpering.

‘Lucky her,’ Babs thought.

The following week, Babs decided to take a big risk. She suggested to Jonathan that he call at her house at lunch time on one of her half-days, where she would have a cup of tea waiting for him. Besides other things! After some hesitation, he agreed.

The following Tuesday, on his return to the office from a visit to a customer, he parked his car in the street next to the one Babs lived in. He always thought it prudent not to park in front of the house of his girl friend, particularly if she was married. He walked round from the next street.

Barbara opened the door almost as soon as he knocked.

'I saw you coming down the street,' she said and threw herself into his arms for an intense embrace. 'Do you want a cup of tea?' she asked.

'Sod the tea!' he said, 'get your knickers off.'

She laughed, lifting the hem of her skirt to flash her hairy groin. 'I'm not wearing any! Come into the room and sit down.' He was dragged in by the hand.

Babs sat on the settee and pulled opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra either! Her fascinating perky breasts were laid bare in front of Jonathan nipples already erect.

She leaned towards him, unfastened his flies to take out his penis, already swelling rapidly. Babs eyes were riveted on the sight of it stiffening up. She reached out and held that adorable object in her hand.

For the first time in her life she was eagerly doing something that had always repelled her. She was not only holding a man's penis, she was relishing it! She curled her thumb and forefinger round the head and drew them down to peel back the skin and reveal the mauve head. Babs loved this hunk of flesh with an insatiable passion, wanting it inside her all the time.

Then she did something she would never have contemplated possible. She opened her mouth and sank her lips over the uncovered head, slowly sliding her mouth backwards and forwards on it. After allowing her a few moments for private adoration, Jonathan sank to his knees in front of Babs, parting her thighs.

She let it slip from her mouth with reluctance. She adored it. Trousers lowered, his underpants were pushed down to his knees. He gripped her buttocks, and pulled her towards him. He took a good look at the hairy vulva, pink and wet, eager for his cock. The end of his stiff pulsating rod nudged between the wet lips as he lifted her knees over each of his shoulder.

Then with one firm thrust, she was penetrated to the hilt. Her loins bucked as she cried out in great ecstasy. Even in that state of jubilation, her keen ears caught the sound of a car drawing up outside. Her eyes opened wide as she looked over Jonathan's shoulders to the window.

'Good God!' It's my husband!' she blurted out. Without a pause, Jonathan scrambled up quickly, his penis deflating like a balloon, hurriedly dragging up his trousers round his thighs.

'This way!' Barbara urged him. He followed her hurriedly into the kitchen, both of them fumbling with buttons and zip fasteners. She unlocked and unbolted the back door, opened it, and pushed him out abruptly into the yard.

The door closed behind him just as the front door opened. Babs quickly glanced down at her dress to make sure the buttons were all fastened before going back into the living room with a look of surprise on her face.

'Hello, love! What are you doing home at this time?' And, without waiting for his reply, 'I've just made a pot of tea, I'll pour you a cup. You don't look well! Sit down, love!'

Meantime, Jonathan had crossed quietly out of the back yard, closing the tall wooden gate softly behind him. Struggling into his jacket, he walked at speed down the back lane to the end of the row of houses, ignoring the woman carrying a basket full of groceries. She watched him with surprise, until he rounded the end of the row.

Once out of sight of the house, he paused to get his breath and to light a cigarette. His heart was still beating wildly.

‘Bloody amazing,’ he thought! ‘How does she manage to do it? Talk about coitus bloody interruptus! Every time!’ He took a deep draw on his cigarette, walked round to his car, and drove back to his office wondering if it was all worth the bother.

The next day Babs was full of contrition. She came into his office and stood beside him. 'I'm sorry about yesterday, Jonathan. Apparently Bernard wasn't feeling too well, so thought he'd pop home at lunch time. Anyway, he didn't go back to work. He seemed very edgy, but said there was nothing wrong with him apart from feeling a bit unwell. I do hope he doesn't suspect anything.'

What Babs didn't know was that Bernard's problem was his flighty girlfriend. That same morning she announced the end of their relationship and he was too upset to stay at work.

Jonathan shook his head sadly, smiling wryly. 'Somehow, Barbara, I don't think we're meant to have an affair.' He slid his hand under her skirt, stroked her buttocks and ran his fingers between the warmth of her crack, now in a constant state of arousal. He allowed the juices to seep over his fingers.

'I'm always wet these days, darling,' she told him. 'My body just longs for you to touch it. I go half crazy wanting you. Yearning for you. I wish we could find some way of being together.' She was very unhappy and despondent.

They managed an uncomfortable lunch-time intercourse in the back of Jonathan's car on the moors, but it was a popular courting spot and they were conscious of peeping toms watching them. Barbara couldn't relax and Jonathan only managed to splash sperm on her black skirt. She was even more frustrated than ever!

Her only all-consuming ambition was to spend a night in Jonathan's bed. She knew he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as she was; in fact their love was all one sided. She suspected Jonathan was getting a bit bored with the whole affair. And she was right!

VI

Two weeks before she was due to leave the job to start training at college she was asked to go to London on a two-day course. This was her great chance. She persuaded Jonathan to book himself into his London hotel and to arrange some business in the London office. Eventually, he gave in and they laid their plans.

She was sleeping in a London college hostel with other students, but she would meet Jonathan in the lobby of a nearby hotel at six o'clock. Not prepared to risk an hotel for their assignment, Jonathan had taken the precaution of renting a room for that night in a large block of flats which also offered guest room facilities for its residents. He had a friend who lived there. Babs met him as arranged, and after a drink, took a taxi. Barbara explained that she was supposed to be back at the hostel by midnight or she'd be locked out.

'Just call me Cinderella,' she said! Babs waited in the lobby whilst Jonathan got his key from the reception porter and took his overnight bag into the small single room. He put the bedhead light on, then went to bring Barbara in. They returned through a side entrance to the block.

It wasn't up to the standard Jonathan was used to in hotels, but it was private. Barbara immediately put her arms round Jonathan, giving him a passionate kiss. Without saying a word, she took off his jacket, knelt in front of him, unfastened the waist band of his trousers, unzipped his flies and drew his trousers to the floor. Next she hooked her thumbs into his underpants and pulled them over his legs to expose his bare thighs and groin to her gaze.

Babs was mesmerised by his phallus. She cupped the soft, warm genitals in the palms of both hands and fondled them tenderly. She watched for the first time, full of curiosity, the blood pumping into the shaft. It stiffened in front of her eyes, jerk by jerk, until it rose to its full length and girth from the forest of brown hair at its base.

A single tear had already oozed from the end of his toy to lubricate the foreskin, which she peeled back to reveal her pride and glory; the polished bulbous end. Jonathan was standing there with his hands on Babs' head whilst she gazed in wonder at her newly discovered miracle. Her heart sobbed for it.

'Come on. Stand up!' he said.

'In a minute.' Her voice was hoarse with emotion. 'Let me explore my new toy first. I want to inspect it and to examine what it is I'm going to have prodding inside me. We have all night. I intend relishing every second.'

So he sat on the bed with Babs curled between his knees, playing with her toy. He took off her blouse and bra, nipped her perky stiff nipples whilst his erection was enjoying all the close attention. To Babs amusement and delight, it jerked and quivered in her hand as Jonathan clenched and unclenched the muscles in his groin.

'Now it's my turn,' he said. 'Whilst you play with your toy, I want to explore the depths of the shrine I shall soon be burying it in.'

She stood and Jonathan unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. Her underskirt and knickers followed until she stood before him naked except for her girdle and stockings.

'Don't look at me,' she begged. 'My belly's like a walnut. It never recovered after I had the children.' And, sure enough, it was just like a walnut.

'Let's not worry about that. It’s the part below it I’m after.' He pulled her onto the bed, then straddled over her in the sixty-nine position. Barbara was astounded! She'd was learning new tricks all the time.

With Jonathan's head between her thighs, his fingers opened out the hair-covered flaps covering the entrance to her pink flesh. His tongue lapped at her slick lips. With testicles swinging above her face, she was able to study in detail every inch of her new discoveries. Her fingers traced the veins down his solid shaft.

She examined the way his testicles were attached to his groin, feeling the shape and texture of the balls within. She marvelled at the way the skin of his toy slid up and down the stiff shank, how the testicles were dragged upwards when she moved the skin up his shaft.

A growing excitement in her groin bubbled as Jonathan's tongue prodded her button, flicking in and out of her passage. She moaned in ecstasy and triumph. Jonathan had parted her outer lips with his fingers giving him the spectacle of her inner petals framing the pink flesh of her tunnel.

Her inner lips were not sufficiently full to be seen outside the puffed fleshy outer lips when they were closed. But the hood of her clitoris was a separate fold of flesh which he could lift to expose the pink bean. His breath wafted on her sensitive lips just before he flicked his tongue over it, feeling the internal fluttering in her belly increase in intensity.

Barbara caressed the stiff manhood against her cheek, moans growing in her throat as she began the climb to the peak of excitement. As he pierced her entrance with his pointed tongue, lapping at her lips and bud fiercely, the thrill in her loins increased. Babs was astonished. Having her vulva licked and kissed was a new thrill for her.

She had never thought of such an act of sheer lewdness and obscenity. Johnnie could do anything he liked with her body. She had surrendered herself willingly to his vile lust. The effect was rapid.

'Oh darling! Jonathan! I love you. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!'

Moans became more intense as Jonathan gripped the cheeks of her buttocks. The finger massaging the brown puckered entrance to her second orifice, now soaking with her trickling juices, was replaced by his stiffened tongue.

Such a shocking, vile invasion of her rear passage was totally unexpected. Shattering! The effect was like an electric shock. Every muscle in her body jolted wildly. Spasms of ecstasy jerked her into an unbelievable, out-of-this-world sensation of wanton lust.

Babs was breathless with sheer rapture. She was in a new paradise, immersed in a warm wash of exquisite feelings of sordid, carnal delight coursing through her whole body. Never had she dreamt that such joy could be hers. Swelling to a crest of triumph, the waves of passion washed over her.

A long animal moan rose to a wild cry, as body lurched and twisted. Babs whole being was racked with a series of thrilling, orgastic spasms. It was almost too much for her. Tears of intense pleasure rolled down her cheeks. She pushed her hand between her vulva and Jonathan' searching tongue to prevent any further stimulation of her over-sensitive button.

‘No! No more! I can’t!’ she whimpered.

Long gasps of disbelief accompanied her slowly relaxing body. Jonathan watched the tension in her face begin to soften.

At last, she spoke. Her soft voice was filled with awe. ‘That was absolutely wonderful! Fabulous! I never knew such ecstasy was possible.’ She paused. ‘I've never been licked down there before. I didn't even know that's what people did!'

Jonathan turned round to face her, smiling at her wonderment. Poised over her, he positioned his toy at her entrance and with one hard thrust embedded himself fully into the depths of her hot honeyed flesh. Barbara cried out in sheer joy and exhilaration.

The moment she'd been waiting for for three months had finally arrived. Jonathan thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, pausing at the entrance to her secret delight, before driving himself deep into her again and again. His thrusting became gradually quicker and the thrusts stronger, for what seemed hours, but was in fact, only ten minutes.

'Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!' she breathed to herself spontaneously, over and over again. She wanted to share the delicious moment with Jonathan, but couldn't. It was intensely personal. 'Go on! Go on!' she urged him, 'deeper, deeper!'

Jonathan was thrusting hard into her warm inside lunging in and out with extraordinary vigour accompanied by grunts of effort. Barbara sighed loudly, crying out for more, eyes clenched tightly, rolling her head from side to side in a delirium of joy, as she pushed against him in time to his own rhythm.

She was being ravished. She wanted him to hurt her; to crush her fanny, split her open. Hers was a private paradise.

‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’ she yelled at him. Suddenly, Barbara's body jerked with a powerful wave of emotion sweeping over her, followed by a second wave. Her loins began to buck wildly as Jonathan held on to her buttocks.

He drove deep into her with long strenuous thrusts, again and again, until the whole of her body began to tremble uncontrollably. A massive explosion, centred on her clitoris, crashed over her with a shattering blow, sending her entire body into a thousand agonising barbs of triumph.

'Yes! Yes, yes, yes!' she shouted in torment accompanied her physical convulsions. Her second orgasm ripped through her.

At the same time, Jonathan cried out, spurting jet after jet of sperm deep into her eager vagina. Nine or ten hard jerks expelled his offering. Barbara was overwhelmed by the experience of a simultaneous orgasm, her demanding vagina filled with his sacred sperm. So extraordinary was the experience, so overwhelming, that she . This was a night of revelations for her.

'That's never happened to me before, two orgasms so close together, and a simultaneous orgasm,’ she told Jonathan when she had recovered her breath.

‘I believe those are things some women dream about but rarely, if ever, experience. I never thought it possible. But now I have!And it was the most wonderful experience of my entire life. I shall remember this miraculous night until I die. I love you so deeply, Jonathan. I honestly don't know how I shall manage to live without you. I need you to fuck me for ever and ever. To exist on a continual wave of lust and orgasm.'

They lay together in a close embrace, Jonathan with his stiff penis still filling Barbara's secret paradise of carnal desire.

'It's just gone nine o'clock. In a minute, we'll go for a meal, then repeat the dose.'

And that's what they did. Even though the simultaneous orgasm eluded them the second time, forgetting the time. Babs was to be treated to a succession of several fucks. Her vulva was licked, kissed and penetrated by fingers, tongue and penis in an orgy of lechery.

She enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, the next one following before the previous one was finished. Never had she thought such sustained activity was possible. Johnnie’s erection seemed permanent.

She kissed and sucked Jonathan’s penis, tasting his sperm before swallowing it with great love and enjoyment. They finally fell into a sleep of exhaustion.

Babs awoke with Jonathan again penetrating her vagina from behind. A quiet orgasm completed her night of lascivious lust. It was with reluctance that Barbara left in a taxi to return to the hostel at seven the next morning.

She was met by matron of the hostel, who told her that her husband had been trying to get in touch with her all the previous evening. The look on the matron’s face showed that she knew what Barbara had been up to all night.