Lessons Ch. 04

I stopped and raised my torso completely off her body so that the only point of contact was where the head of my dick just parted her pussy lips. I held that position while I kissed her. I kept kissing her while slowly sinking my dick into her, draping my body fully over hers.

I raised my body up again and repeated the process, adding a gentle nibble on her nipples. She started squirming and I could have quickly sent her over the edge once again but I wanted more.

I slowly allowed my dick to slip out of her pussy. I ran the head over the area between her ass and cunt. She moaned.

I changed my angle a bit so at my down stroke the head of my dick peeked at her rear door. She moaned louder.

I did it again, this time allowing my dick to penetrate her pussy completely and pushing the head of my dick gently at the entrance to her ass. She was once again squirming and moaning and I decided it was time.

I got on my knees while bringing her legs over my shoulders. With my hands under her ass to guide me I slammed my dick into her pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She stared cumming with long drawn out moans. The spasms of her pussy around my dick sent me into my own cum. I held her tightly in place as she squirmed and twisted.

Just as we were both coming back to Earth I raised her butt a little and pressed my fluid covered dick against her ass.

It popped in.

Mrs. Grant flew into another powerful cum.

We rested. We cuddled. We fell asleep together.

I was alone when I awoke. I was very hungry. I took a quick shower, got dressed and went up the stairs to see if Mrs. Grant wanted something to eat.

She was not there.

I was apparently alone in the house. It was just after three in the afternoon. I had slept off and on for over twenty hours.

I went to the carport and got in my car. It was as clean as it had ever been. I turned on the ignition and it started immediately. I had a full tank of gas. I had left my car at the house and entrusted my keys to Mrs. Grant. Laura already had a copy of my car keys.

Someone had been nice to the old heap.

I got enough Chinese food for everybody and I was spreading it out on the dining area when I heard the front door close.

"Food in here" I yelled at the arrival.

Mrs. Grant walked up to me and held me tightly. She gave me a long borderline passionate kiss. She praised my lovemaking skills telling me over and over that she had never had so many hard cums on one fuck.

She was in the process of lowering my zipper when we heard the front door open and close.

The next to arrive was Olga. I had not met her before and was pleased to see she was as pretty as Mrs. Grant said. Olga had heard all about me and said she felt like she had known me forever.

Mrs. Grant purposely waited for Olga to come towards us before zipping my fly up. Olga pretended not to notice but soon gave Mrs. Grant a soft slap on her butt and wagged a finger at her. Mrs. Grant gave her a smile of innocence.

The exchange told me that yes they had.

Aoki and Cindy came in and joined the Chinese feast after gifting me with powerful kisses. Cindy had caressed my ass. I had caressed Aoki's.

The next people in were Laura and Lacey. I told them to help themselves to the food but to leave some for the people at the end of the hall.

They looked at Mrs. Grant who said something like "I never got around to it" and the three burst out laughing.

Olga was a bit confused herself and she told me, "but those are the two at the end of the hallway."

I pointed at Laura and said "if that crazy person lives here I am moving out."

Laura gave me the finger and announced that she would allow me to live for the time being but since I was such a stupid shit she reserved the right to change her mind.

It looked like I was never going to hear the end of it concerning the incident.

It did not take long for the food to disappear and Laura, Mrs. Grant and I remained to clean up.

Mrs. Grant suddenly said, "Just so you know, I love you at least as much as Laura does. When we heard how close you came to being killed we realized how very much you mean to us. We could not handle it if you went back. Please do not reenlist."

She was on the verge of tears when she finished speaking. Laura had become frozen on her tracks as she waited for my reply.

"I am not reenlisting and I love you" I said to both as I brought them into my arms. I was soon in the middle of a love sandwich.

I lived in the house for three years. During those years I got to fuck everyone at least once. My "steady" bed partner however was Mrs. Grant and she further schooled me in the arts of lovemaking.

Soon after my dick's first "accidental" penetration of her ass Mrs. Grant and I explored anal sex together. We learned that it demanded lots of lubricant and a very slow and patient penetration. We also learned that sometimes it was absolutely fabulous. We decided we definitely liked it well enough to keep it in our play.

She demonstrated the difference between giving a blowjob and loving a dick. "Blowjobs are only for when one is in a hurry" she said.

But for us most of the time it was simply "woman on top." I loved to watch her get her pleasure from me.

Eventually I left the service and managed to graduate from the nearby college, thanks to the G.I. Bill.

I found a very nice job soon after graduating. Unfortunately it was 200 miles away from Laura and Mrs. Grant.

I called them twice a week and visited them every three or four months.

Two years after I started my job I surprised Mrs. Grant on her fiftieth birthday by taking her to Paris for a week. We were once again lovers during the stay.

Mrs. Grant decided that while in Paris she would wear only skirts and dresses without panties or bra for the duration of our stay. My hand was under her skirt and I had two fingers in her pussy often. Half of the photographs I took during our stay had Mrs. Grant exposing tit, or pussy, or both. It was a good thing we had Lacey and her studio to develop them.

One evening as we sat on a park bench gazing at the magnificently lit Eiffel Tower our kisses drifted towards the passionate. She decided fingers in her pussy would not do in that romantic setting. She turned my body to the side until my legs were over the end of the bench. She pulled my dick out of my pants and straddled me, impaling herself fully.

Although her skirt prevented anyone from seeing what we were doing it did not take a genius to make the correct guess.

But this was Paris on a summer evening. Most of the people strolling by simply nodded and smiled at us.

One couple stopped abruptly by the bench. The lady hit the guy on his shoulder and said to him, "If they can do it why can't we?"

The accent was British.

She pulled him the other end of the bench and sat him down. His back was to my back so I could not see them but I distinctly heard a zipper being lowered. Soon after I heard a deep sigh from the lady. Mrs. Grant had paused to watch them but soon resumed grinding her pussy on my cock.

A muffled moan signaled the ladies climax and I heard heavy breathing.

I was startled by contact on my back. I was about to move away until I heard kissing next to my ear. Mrs. Grant and the lady were sharing a deep kiss. Mrs. Grant ground herself against my cock very hard and climaxed. Her moan was muffled by the Englishwoman's mouth.

After catching their breath the women stood and and started strolling arm in arm towards the tower. The guy and I were left to hastily conceal our still hard dicks and join them in their walk.

They had reservations at the restaurant in the tower and we were invited to join them. We eagerly accepted since my best efforts to get a reservation had failed. They had made the reservation while still in England and this was their last night in Paris.

The view was great, the food was nearly great, our new friends were wonderful. Nigel and Marla were between my age and Mrs. Grant's age. This was their third trip to Paris and their tenth anniversary. If they were curious as to the difference in age between Mrs. Grant and me they never asked.

Marla had nagged Nigel about making love by the lights of the Eiffel tower since their honeymoon trip. She thanked us for at last getting him to cooperate.

After dinner we strolled along the banks of the Seine and noticed we were not the only ones that fucked in public. Nigel and I walked behind the ladies and noted that their kisses were becoming more frequent and more passionate. Nigel asked me if Mrs. Grant liked women and I answered "very much."

He said "Good. Marla will get to fulfill another fantasy of hers."

Nigel and I stayed at the hotel bar as the ladies went up to the room. We had a pleasant time time comparing our respective pop cultures and somewhere into our third drink and second hour the ladies rejoined us.

They each said they had a wonderful visit but did not volunteer any details. They did not really have to tell us, they both had that "freshly fucked" look.

Eventually we said our goodnights and Mrs. Grant and I took the Metro to our hotel.

Marla and Mrs. Grant stayed in contact with each other. We sent her a set of the raciest pictures I took of Mrs. Grant exposing herself to Paris. We were happy but not terribly surprised to receive pictures of Marla exposing her own treasures to the City by the Seine.

On her fifty first birthday I took Mrs. Grant to Playa del Carmen. With some prodding from me she spent every day at the beach topless. She owned no worse than one of the top five pair of tits on the beach and I was pleased to have convinced her of that.

Her bold nature and her inclination towards exhibitionism had me on guard almost every moment.

We fucked in the beautiful waters, we fucked on the balcony of our resort room, we fucked in our rented jeep. I managed to briefly get my dick into her pussy at the ruins in Tulum and on the ferry returning from Cozumel. There was never a moment in which we were not touching.

She did not make it to her fifty-second birthday.

She died of breast cancer two weeks before.

She had asked me to do her eulogy and to keep it light.

I tried.

I broke down.

Laura finished for me.

I miss the lady. She was as kind and caring as human beings ever get.

I have loved several women in my life but none were loved more than Mrs. Grant.

Her name was Rose.