ROB'S INITIATION

Rob Quinn turned eighteen in the middle of his senior year in high school. A perpetual horndog, he constantly had girls on his mind. Tits, preferably big ones. Pussy. He hadn't gotten any yet, but it was not from a lack of trying.

Sally Smith had been his "steady" for the last two years. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a perfect face, and a body that would stop traffic. She was also a virgin, and planned to stay that way until she got married. Rob's mission in life was to get her to change her mind.

He constantly fantasized about her. Getting his eyes, his hands, and his mouth on her luscious breasts. He wondered what her nipples looked like? What color were they? Were they puffy? How big were her areolas? Every time he had tried to cop a feel, she would push his hand away.

At night, he dreamed about her naked body and all the things he would do to it. And all the things she would do to him. He imagined what her pussy looked like. Never having seen one, he didn't know what he'd find if he ever got "down there." Was her pubic hair blonde too? What did it smell like? Taste like? Could he eat it?

Most everything he knew about sex, he got from the other guys in the locker room. They all bragged about their conquests with their girlfriends. He didn't realize most of what he heard was bullshit; he thought he must be the only male virgin in his class.

He knew, from checking out the other guys, that his penis was larger than average. Didn't girls really like a big cock? Sally didn't know that he had a big one, because she'd never seen it.

One time he rubbed it against her when they were dancing, and she pulled away and left a foot of space between them. She wouldn't press her breasts against him when they were dancing either. She did, however, really like kissing and making out. No tongues allowed.

He had to satisfy himself with his good right hand. Which he did, several times a day. He'd stroke himself and imagine it was her hand on his cock. He'd lube it up, roll over on his stomach, and pretend his hand was her pussy.

His favorite product was the Astro Glide that he "borrowed" from his sister Kathleen's bedside table. Kathleen was two years older than Rob and had a collection of vibrators in there too.

Sometimes at night, he could hear a buzzing noise coming from her room, along with moans that got really loud when she came. He imagined watching her use one. He was the Walter Mitty of horny fantasies.

Sometimes, even though he knew it was wrong, he fantasized about Kathleen. She was a stone fox too, with long legs, a terrific ass, and as he knew from checking out her underwear drawer, wore a 34C bra. When she wore one, that is. Her favorite around-the-house attire was a pair of cut-off short shorts and a tee shirt with no bra.

He could tell they were firm, because they hardly moved when she walked. What really drove him crazy was her nipples that were prominently displayed under her shirt. Sometimes, when it was chilly in the house, they really stood out.

One night after going to a movie and a heavy make-out session with Sally, Rob came home and noticed his friend Susie sitting out on her porch swing.

He'd known her since she was five, when the Bakers moved next to the Quinns in the quiet neighborhood where they lived. They had never dated, she was his friend, he never thought of her that way. Susie and Rob could talk about anything, even sex.

He went over and sat next to her on the swing. "What's up, Rob, you look really bummed out?"

He decided to let it all out. "It's about Susie. We've been going steady for two years, and she won't let me do anything but kiss her. She won't even French kiss. I'm probably the only guy in the senior class who's never even felt up a girl."

He knew she had gone with several guys during their years in school, and for the first time wondered about her sexual activities. "How far have you gone with a guy?"

"Well, I've let them feel my boobs, and I've done a hand job," she answered frankly.

"Feel your bare tits?"

"I've never let them do it bare, but I let one guy go under my sweater and feel me over my bra."

Rob had watched her breasts grow over the years, from little buds to a really nice rack. They had to be at least as big as Kathleen's. She was wearing short shorts and a tight tee shirt. All of a sudden, he was looking at her in a new light.

Surprising the shit out of him, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. They were so soft and supple. Her lips nibbled at his, and without warning, her tongue snaked out into his mouth. He met her tongue with his and their kisses intensified.

They both breathed heavily as they experienced raw passion. His cock became rock hard; her panties were wet. His hand casually slipped off her shoulder and landed on her breast. He waited for her to push it away, but she didn't.

Emboldened, he slid his hand under her tee shirt, up to her lacy bra. He cupped each one, then his fingers traced the swell of her breasts where they spilled over the top of the bra. God, they felt wonderful!

He remembered her limits, and wondered if he could exceed them. When he tried to get his hand under her bra, she pulled it away. She really wanted him to do it, and a lot more, but she was holding off, waiting for the right guy. If they weren't good friends, and he wasn't going steady, he might have been the one. But not now.

Aware of his state of arousal, she reached over, unzipped his pants, and released his swollen penis. "Wow, nice cock, nice big one," she said, and wrapped her hand around it.

It felt wonderful. It was the first hand, other than his own, that ever touched it. She stroked him slowly, up and down the shaft, pausing to run gentle fingers over its head. A long, low growl escaped from his throat, along with his ragged breath.

The tingle began at the soles of his feet. His toes curled, his balls contracted, and the rush spread through his cock as he came. And came. And came some more. "Oh God, Susie, that was totally awesome."

"Glad to help," she said gently, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. She was completely wound up and spent a long time that night with her fingers between her legs.

Rob and Sally's senior prom was coming up soon. Lots of the kids were booking hotel rooms afterwards, but they were not among them. Although her hormones were raging, her parents, and her religious upbringing had drilled keeping her virginity into her head.

Most of her girlfriends had some kind of sexual experience, from going "all the way," to heavy petting, to mutual masturbation. Her friend Julie told her, in all sincerity, "if you want to hold onto a guy, you've got to give him something. If you don't want let him fuck you, at least jerk him off or give him a blow job."

Sally winced at the word "fuck," but thought seriously about what Julie had said. She was, quite naturally, curious. She had no idea what a penis looked like, let alone how it felt. Likewise, she didn't know how to do either a hand job or a blow job. Julie gave her instructions.

At first she thought the idea was disgusting. My God, he pees out of that thing, and I'm supposed to put it in my mouth?

Thinking about it, however, caused a tingling sensation between her legs, but she had do idea what to do about that either. She finally made up her mind.

They next time she and Rob went on a date she told him, "I'm really looking forward to the prom." Then she giggled nervously and whispered in his ear, "I've got something special for you afterwards." He was intrigued.

Sally wore a floor length, strapless gown. It was more modest than most, but at least it showed a little bit of cleavage. If he stood on his tiptoes when they danced, he could peek down the top and get a glimpse of her wired, solid white bra and the swell of her breasts spilling over the top of it.

She held him tightly as they danced, and he could feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest. And didn't back up, at least not much, when she felt his erection against her abdomen. He wondered what her "surprise" was going to be. Jesus, he was horny.

They, as usual, parked a block away from her house, under a canopy of elm trees. That way her parents couldn't see them making out. When they started kissing, Rob was startled when her felt her tongue timidly enter his mouth. He met her with his own, and they did a little tender dance in each other's mouth.

He could feel her heating up, and his passion grew to match hers. Out of nowhere, she took his hand and pressed it against her breast. He cupped, molded, and stroked, marveling at their size and shape. He couldn't feel a whole lot through the fabric of her dress and her rigid bra, so he kind of guessed at where her nipples might be.

She couldn't feel a whole lot through the layers either, but found herself aroused by just the idea. He tried to slide his hand down the front of her dress, but she pulled it away and put it back outside her clothes.

Then, incredulously, he felt her hand unzipping his fly. As she was fumbling with the process, he reached in and pulled it out for her. She let out a gasp and her eyes widened at the sight of her first penis. Half frightened, half titillated she stared at it. So big. So hard. Purple veins lined the shaft, the head look so red and almost angry.

Tentatively, she put her hand around it. So hard, yet soft. So hot and throbbing. She moved her hand, as Julie had instructed her, and felt the skin move with her stroke. She held her breath, closed her eyes, and bent down and took it in her mouth.

Rob was in hog heaven. Nothing in his life had ever felt so good. She bobbed her head up and down about three times and he couldn't contain the rush that overwhelmed him. He shot an enormous load right in her mouth.

Her teeth wounded the head of his cock as she violently pulled away. Her screams were muffled by the gagging and choking. She spit out the volume of semen, then projectile vomited. All over her dress, in her shoes, and all over his pants and his father's car. She jerked open the car door and ran home as fast as she could, leaving her shoes behind on the sidewalk.

She never spoke to him again.

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Aunt Peggy was coming for the weekend. She was their mother, Mary's, younger sister. All three of the younger Quinns, Rob, Kathleen, and Colleen, loved her. She was childless, and doted on her nieces and nephew. She only came when their father, Mark, was out of town.

Peggy and Mary were best friends, and they talked and laughed until the wee hours. They slept in the same bed, as they did when they were children. Rob and Colleen thought it was "cute." Kathleen had other suspicions.

Rob thought she was hot, at least for an older woman. She had strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, and a curvy body with nice, high breasts. She wore low-cut tops that showed lots of cleavage.

Peggy and Mary, after sharing a bottle of wine, were undressing for bed. Actually, they were undressing each other, slowly and deliberately. Peggy, at forty, had firm, high breasts without a hint of sag, thanks to her plastic surgeon. She hadn't had any enhancement, her breasts were already full, he just restructured her muscles a bit to take out any droop.

Mary's breasts were somewhat elongated, and at 42, had a bit of middle aged sag. She joked that she wore the same sized bra that she did in high school. "But when I take it off, my nipples are three inches closer to the floor."

They stood naked before each other, then moved together in a passionate embrace. Peggy stroked and fondled her sister's breasts, then lowered her mouth to her nipples and sucked each one in turn. Mary's whole body was aflame, her heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest. A low moan, mingled with her ragged breath, escaped from her throat as she came, her juices running down her thighs.

They fell back on the bed. Mary hovered over her sister, running her lips and tongue over her whole body. When she got to that warm, wet place between her legs, she licked and sucked with wild abandon. Peggy writhed and bucked her hips in tune with the tongue that lapped at her pussy. Reaching her peak, she screamed and came hard. Mary's mouth filled with her spunk.

She moved up her sister's body until they were lined up, vulva to vulva, then they began to grind against each other, tribbing with abandon, clit to clit, until they came together in a shuddering aura of lust and longing. Satisfied and spent, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Kathleen had been listening outside their door; her suspicions were now confirmed. What she didn't anticipate is how turned on she had become while eavesdropping. Her pussy was soaking wet.

She had never experienced another woman, but the idea titillated her. Sex with her fiancé was less than satisfying. He was crude and fast, taking his own pleasure without concern for hers. She had overheard the slow, lingering, loving way her mother and aunt made love to each other.

Returning to her room, she dropped her robe, and stood in front of her full length mirror, examining her image in the glass. She ran her hands over her full, ripe breasts, feeling all the curves and the lovely uplift. Rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, she watched them harden and pertly stand out. She could reach them with her tongue, which she did, and wished she could suck on them herself.

She caressed her body, from her breasts, down her abdomen, to her pussy. She pushed two fingers as far as they would go into her hot, wet vagina and frigged herself as fast as she could. Wetting her fingers, she rubbed them over her clit, and watched in the mirror as her juices spewed out of her cunt when she came.

Reclining on her bed, she reached into her bedside table for her favorite sex toy, her purple "rabbit." Turning it on she watched as the head of the soft vinyl penis revolved and the silver beads further up the shaft spun around and around.

She was wet enough, and didn't need her AstroGlide. She inserted the vibrator into her vagina, and purred as the head revolved deep inside her, and the beads tantalized her labia. She pressed another button, and the little rubber fingers buzzed against her clitoris.

Rob, passing down the hallway, heard the buzzing, the moaning, and the cries of ecstasy as she exploded in orgasm. He found himself sporting an enormous hard-on that he had to stroke off when he got back to his room. Colleen and her best friend, Nathan, were watching a DVD in her third floor loft, oblivious to what else was going on in the house.

In the morning, they all gathered around the kitchen table, having an after-breakfast cup of coffee and chatting with Aunt Peggy, catching her up on all their activities. School had just ended, and she asked them all what they were going to do.

Kathleen was going to intern in her fiancé's family bank, and Colleen was tutoring students in math at summer school. "What about you, Rob?" she asked.

"I'm still looking," he said dejectedly.

"Oh great! I'm looking for someone to work for me this summer. I have landscaping to do, some maintenance and painting, and a whole bunch of other chores that need doing. I'll pay you twelve dollars and hour, plus room and board of course."

"Wow, that would be great. Thanks, Aunt Peggy." Twelve dollars an hour was a fortune to him, he had been expecting to earn minimum wage, if he could even find a job. If he saved enough, he could buy a car to drive to the community college he would be attending in the fall.

Peggy lived in a rambling one story house on a fifteen acre lot in a wooded area, about two hours out of town. The house was all redwood and glass, with enormous decks overlooking the valley and the river below. There was a large swimming pool in the back that would provide a refreshing finish to a long day's work. He was a hard worker, and would definitely give her her money's worth.

He started early the first morning, digging up the soil along her walkway where she wanted a low hedge. Nearing noon, the sun rose high and hot in the sky. Peggy watched as he peeled off his shirt, the sweat glistening on his body. He stood 6'2", was well muscled, including six pack abs.

She watched as he swung the pick and spaded the earth. Jesus, what a hunk, she thought to herself. Her eyes narrowed into a feline countenance and her lips curved into a slight smile. It sure would be fun to seduce him. She could teach him a lot. But she'd need to go slow. After all it was a long summer. A long, hot summer?

Peggy had never married. After college, she worked as a computer programmer for a large multi-national corporation. After ten years, she opened her own business, developing industry-specific software programs. Her company took off and she recently sold it to another large corporation for twenty million dollars.

She, since she started college, she lived with her bachelor brother, Jack. There were whispers among some family members that their relationship was more than brother and sister. Jack taught physics at the university, and was on a summer hiatus in Paris, leaving Peggy alone in the house.

Rob knocked off at 4:30, having put in a good eight hours. He was shining with sweat, his muscles all pumped up after a hard day's work. "Why don't you take a shower and then have a dip in the pool before dinner. You look hot." Peggy had more than one definition for hot.

When he finished his shower, he pulled on the Speedos that he wore on his high school swim team. Even flaccid, Peggy noticed that he had quite a bulge in the spandex. She licked her lips.

After they'd finished their dinner, she moved behind his chair and began to massage his shoulders, digging her fingers deep into his muscles. "Ahh, that feels really good, Aunt Peggy."

"Let's drop the Aunt, just call me Peggy." She continued her ministrations. There was a lot more of him that she wanted to get her hands on, but she could be patient; one step at a time.

They moved into the living room to watch a movie, sitting on opposite ends of her long couch. She was wearing an old pair of jeans with frayed knees and a loose fitting tee shirt. Rob couldn't help ogling her chest when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. She caught him staring at her protruding nipples, and at the thought, they stiffened with her arousal.

Her dog, Goofy, a shaggy haired mixed breed, streaked into the room and flopped down at her feet, thumping his tail on the floor. When she bent over to scratch his ears, her shirt pulled away from her body, and he got a flash of the upper part of her breasts. No nip-slip, but enough to make his penis harden. Peggy's eyes narrowed as she took in the rise in his pants.

It rained the next day and they moved their chores indoors. Peggy dragged a stepladder into the center of the room; she wanted to dust off the blades on a ceiling fan. "Hold the ladder steady for me, Please."

She was wearing a pair of shorts, and he noted what great legs she had, long, and well toned. When she reached the top of the ladder, Rob could see up the legs of her shorts. Wow! she was wearing a thong. From his position behind her, he could see both cheeks of her ass, with tiny ribbon of fabric disappearing in the cleft. He scooched around to the front, and he could see the tiny triangle pulled up between the lips of her pussy. A perfect camel toe. She watched him looking at her, and her panties moistened.

Peggy's friend, Sheila, came to visit that afternoon. It had stopped raining, and Rob got back to his landscaping tasks. He checked her out as she came down the walk. Platinum blonde hair, full lips, dressed in a skin-tight mini skirt and a low cut top that showed lots of cleavage.

Swinging hips, nice ass, and a magnificent rack. He didn't know about the silicone implants, tummy tuck, liposuction, other nips and tucks, and hours with a personal trainer that kept her looking that way. She got a good look at him, too, and started to drool.

"So Peggy," she asked, accepting a mid-afternoon martini, "who's your new boy toy?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, he's my nephew."

"Oh goodie, then, I want him. Yum!"

"Hands off! I promised my sister I'd take good care of him." You betcha, Mary, she thought to herself, I'll take real good care of him.

That evening, Peggy decided she'd join him in the pool. It took her quite awhile to decide which bikini to wear. She wanted just the right effect. Rob did a double, then a triple take, as she sauntered across the deck in three tiny triangles of bright red cloth held together with a couple pieces of string.

The top barely covered her nipples, which, incidentally, poked out prominently. And the bottom left her shapely ass completely bare, the tiny triangle in front almost disappearing between her pussy lips. Rob dove immediately into the pool, hoping she hadn't seen the front of his Speedos sticking straight out. Where he was concerned, she didn't miss a thing.

He heard Peggy splashing into the water behind him, and immediately started swimming laps. On his return trip, he saw the top of her suit floating on top of the water. He retrieved it and swam back in her direction, carefully averting his eyes. When he did look, he could see the vague shape of her breasts beneath the shimmering surface of the water.

She put it back on under the water. Now wasn't quite the time to flash her tits at him, but it would come soon. He swam rapidly back to the far end of the pool and climbed out. Keeping his back to her, he quickly wrapped a towel around himself. Her lips curved into a grin; she hadn't had this much fun teasing a guy since high school. The difference was, she didn't plan on leaving him hanging. Not too long, anyway.

One of his chores was cleaning and maintaining the pool. When he rounded the corner of the house with the leaf skimmer, he saw Peggy sunning herself, lying face down on the chaise. The top of her bikini was on the ground beside her, her gorgeous ass perfectly displayed, as her thong covered nothing.

"Oh, Rob, would you be a dear and rub some sun block on the back of me?" Timidly, he squirted some of the block on his hands, and skimmed them lightly over her back. "Harder, dear, really rub it in." Her skin was so soft, bronzed by the sun.

He applied the sun block to her sides, worrying whether he should go near the sides of her breasts. He did. A pleasure sigh escaped from her throat.

"Do my legs, too, please." She spread them slightly apart. He started at her ankles, then worked his way higher. His hands kneaded her shapely calves, then up her thighs, aware, very aware, that his hands were approaching the crease between her legs and her pussy. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, his loins tingled.

"I guess you'll have to do my butt, too, Rob, I can't reach it myself." He threw caution to the wind as he caressed and kneaded each cheek of her gorgeous ass. God, she feels good. She let out little mewling sounds as his hands reached lower. He was straddling one of her legs, and she could feel his erection pressing into her.

When he finished, he streaked into the bathroom, the sun block still in his hands. He dropped his shorts and spread the lotion all over the head of his cock. He watched in the mirror as he stroked himself into release, coating the glass with his spunk. She was forty. She was his aunt. He wanted her.

Peggy was having a pool party with four of her friends. Rob volunteered to be waiter and bartender. There wasn't a lot to tend, really, because there was a huge pitcher of margaritas, already made, in the fridge. Mostly, he wanted to hang around and check all the women out in their swimwear.

He decided that older women rocked; they were a lot looser than the girls he was used to. He couldn't imagine Sally ever wearing a thong bikini. Well, he could imagine it, but she never would. Just in case, he jerked off three times before the party, and wore a tight jockstrap under his trunks.

Peggy introduced him to the "girls", as she called them, as they came in. He'd already met Sheila, and was really looking forward to checking out her rack in her swimwear. She said "Hi, handsome," as she sashayed in, and pinched him on the butt.

Sarah and Ruth were slender and small breasted. Then there was Margie! She was a little fleshier than the other women, but she had absolutely humongous breasts. He was definitely a big tit man.

Rob came around the corner with the pitcher of margaritas and a tray full of glasses. He stopped dead in his tracks. They were all topless! They first real live tits he'd ever seen. He got a lesson in "gravity and the female breast" at the same time.

He eyes took the women in, one a time. Lying on their backs, Sarah and Ruth appeared to have no breasts at all; they had completely flattened out, all he could see were nipples. Peggy had gentle hills, but Sheila's stood straight up, two large silicone mountain peaks. As they sat up, their breasts took shape again.

Then he focused on Margie. His jaw dropped. Her enormous boobs had slid right off her chest and were nestled in her arm pits. When she sat up to get her drink, Rob thought he could hear the thud when they dropped like two bowling balls into her lap. Maybe he wasn't such a big tit man after all.

Later, Peggy and Rob, headed for the pool for an evening swim. Instead of her bikini, she wore a fluffy terrycloth robe. "I feel like skinny-dipping, care to join me?"

"I, uh, er, um, I-I've never done that before."

"Chicken?"

"No, but, uh, er..."

"Afraid you might get aroused and embarrass yourself? Don't worry, I've seen men with a hard-on before. It's perfectly natural, especially in a young man like yourself." She really wanted to see him erect; she could tell from the bulge in his Speedos that he was well equipped.

She unbelted her robe and let it pool at her feet, her body glowing in the bright moonlight. It was the first nude woman he had ever seen; she was beautiful. Her full breasts stood high and firm on chest (with a little help from the scalpel). Her nether regions were bare, except for a little love triangle high on her mound.

Without another word, Peggy dove into the pool and started swimming toward the other end. When he was sure she couldn't see him, Rob quickly dropped his trunks and hit the water. His progress was slowed a bit, as his giant erection dragged in the water like a sea anchor.

He waited, staying underwater, until she climbed out of the pool, put on her robe, and went back into the house. When his penis finally went limp, he put on a robe and followed her into the house.

She was sitting, still in her robe, on the couch with her legs tucked under her. The lights were dimmed, there was some soft jazz playing on the stereo. There was a plate of brie and crackers and a bottle of wine with two glasses on the coffee table.

"Come, sit over here," Peggy said, patting the couch next to her. She poured two glasses of wine and handed him one. He had never had wine before. Taking a sip, he decided it was pretty good. He finished his glass and she poured him another. Then another. He felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and had a nice little buzz in his head.

They chatted for awhile, then Peggy said, "So, Rob, tell me about your love life. A good looking guy like you must be getting laid all the time."

"Well, actually, I don't have a love life." She was easy to talk to, and he was slightly snockered, so his tongue loosened and he decided to confess all. "I-I've never been laid before."

My God, a virgin, she thought, Oh, this is going to be even better. "So how far have you gone with a girl?"

"Well, I've felt a couple up, over their clothes, and I got a hand job." Then he told her about his disastrous experience with Sally. She tried really hard to suppress her laughter, but it was funny as hell. "I never saw a woman's boobs until yesterday. And I've never felt a bare one at all."

Peggy pulled the top of her robe open and thrust out her chest. "Here, you can feel mine." He hesitated, and she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. God, they felt sooo good. Soft but firm. He ran his hands over them, feeling all the contours, and when he skimmed over her nipples, he felt them stiffen and pooch out.

She tugged on the cord and stripped his robe off him. "You're hung just like your Uncle Jack," she said, running her fingers over his throbbing erection. He wondered how many sisters saw their brother with a hard-on? She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking with abandon.

He felt that tingle in his balls and, remembering what happened with Sally, tried to pull her head away. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come NOW." She just stroked him harder. He yelled out, and let himself go right into her mouth. She swallowed it all, then licked him clean.

Dropping her own robe, she stood naked before him. He was hard again in an instant. "Make love to me," she implored, lying back on the couch and spreading her legs for him. He climbed on top of her and shoved his cock between her legs. He poked and poked, unable to find her opening. Taking him in her hand, she guided him to the right place, and he entered her.

God, that was better than he ever imagined. All that hot, wet, liquid velvet surrounding him and drawing him in. He rose up and thrust into her. After about three strokes, he emptied himself again. He rolled off, humiliated. "Jeez, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pop off like that."

"Don't worry about it, baby, it happens to every young man. Before this summer's over, we'll make a real lover out of you." Then she gave him some exercise lessons, showing him how to squeeze his PC muscles to cut off his premature ejaculation. "Practice those for about a week and we'll try again." He practiced and practiced, jerking off and squeezing, until he could shut off coming at will.

This time, she led him straight into her bedroom, where she had lined the room with flickering candles. Soft music was playing in the background. She undressed him, then ran teasing fingers over his rock hard erection. Dropping her silk robe, she pulled him close and found his mouth with her own.

Tongue met tongue. Her breasts pressed into his chest, his cock ground into her stomach. Her lips danced across his, she nipped his lower lip with her teeth. Both of them abandoned themselves as raw passion overwhelmed them.

She laid down on the king-sized bed and pulled him down with her. "Now we're going to work on foreplay. You can start by fondling my breasts. Feel them, massage them gently, you're not kneading a loaf of bread."

He felt. Touched. Massaged. Sending waves of pleasure throughout her whole body. He felt himself start to erupt, squeezed himself off, his lips curving into a smile at his success.

"Now kiss them, all over." He kissed, then nibbled with his lips. "Use your tongue." Following her specific instructions, he laved her nipples with the soft, flat part of his tongue, then used the hard tip to trace circles around the hard, swollen tips.

"Suck them," she whispered, the words almost lost with the moan caught in her throat. He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked, then, while in his mouth, flicked his tongue over the peaks. She fisted her hands in his hair, her body went rigid and trembled all over, as she came. "Oh God, that felt good." Rob looked like the cat who swallowed a canary, as he prided himself at producing his first female orgasm.

"Now I'll show you how to perform cunningulus."

"Cunningulus?"

"Eating pussy, as you probably call it."

"Okay, I guess," he said, his nervousness was obvious. He'd heard stories in the locker room. It smelled like a dead fish. Tasted awful. Could he really do it?

She pulled up her knees, spreading the wide apart. "First, a little anatomy lesson." He looked down at her fat, swollen outer lips. He took a deep breath as she spread them apart. He was entranced, then enchanted. So pink. So fragile. Like a beautiful pink rose. She explained all the parts to him, sliding her hood back so that her clit peeked out.

Like she told him, he kissed her inner thighs, across her mons. His lips caressed her puffy outer lips. Kissing. Licking. With his fingers, he spread her apart. She smelled sweet, like the strawberry douche she had washed herself out with, with just a hint of spicy musk. He licked the center of her rose, careful not to damage the petals, drawing each tender lip into his mouth and gently sucking.

His hands massaged her outer lips, opening and closing them, while his tongue sought her warm center. He dipped deep into her vagina, swirling his tongue around the walls, and then up until her found her engorged clit that had come out from its hiding place to greet his hungry mouth. She tasted as good, as exotic, as she smelled.

Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Her hips rose and bucked in tempo with his hungry mouth. She fisted the sheet, then screamed out his name as her whole body shuddered when she came, flooding his mouth with her juices.

"Fuck me, Rob, I want you inside me." This time he didn't stab and fumble. Rising above her, he watched as his cock slipped between her lips, then sank into her until he reached his full depth.

He rose and fell, rose and fell, completely in control, with no chance of coming before he wanted to. She tightened her cunt until she gripped him tightly with a velvet glove. She rose to meet his every thrust, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. When he felt her quiver beneath him, he relaxed and let his orgasm come with hers.

In the next weeks, they did it in every conceivable way. Cowboy, reverse cowboy, doggy-style. In bed, on the couch, in the pool, on the dining room table, on the floor in the kitchen. He'd gained an amazing degree of self control. He could not only come when he wanted, he could go skinny-dipping without getting a hard-on.

One evening, during dinner, Peggy, with an amused look on her face, said, "Sheila wants you."

"Wants me for what?"

"She wants to fuck you." She could see his eyes narrow, and a Cheshire cat grin spread across his face. He could envision getting his hands on that magnificent rack.

Peggy was out for the evening. Rob and Sheila shared a bottle of wine. She licked her lips as she gazed at him, then asked him to dance to a Kenny G. CD that was playing on the stereo. She held him tight and he could smell her intoxicating perfume. She kissed him deeply, then reached down and fondled his cock. "Oo," she cooed, "a nice big one." Taking him by the hand, she led him to his bedroom.

She quickly stripped off her skirt and blouse, until she was standing there stark naked. Her large breasts stood straight out. After stripping off his clothes, she pushed him back on the bed, straddled him and sank down on his cock. No foreplay. She rode him. And rode him. He reached up and fondled her boobs; they were really hard and didn't move at all when she bounced up and down on him.

When they both came, she sucked him hard and climbed on again. And again. He didn't have to do anything except lie there and let her take her fill. After the third time, he fell asleep, drained. When he woke up in the morning, there were ten hundred dollar bills lying on his night stand.

Slightly disconcerted, he showed the money to Peggy. "What's this for?"

She laughed. "Don't worry about it, dear. She could have spent that much on dinner. Some of these women are loaded. And, by the way, your fame is spreading, Sheila's friend Donna is coming to see you tonight. She'll pay you the same amount."

"But doesn't that make me a prostitute or something?"

"That would be a gigolo, sweetie. Enjoy it while you can." After Donna, there was Angie, then Barb, Emily, and a dozen others whose name he couldn't even remember. Sarah and Ruth, the two small breasted women he met at the pool party, wanted a threesome, and paid him double. He answered an ad in the local paper and bought himself a spiffy mustang convertible.

Summer had ended. Rob and Peggy spent their last night together in bed, ravishing each other. She let out a contented sigh. "You're going to make some girl a wonderful lover. Got anyone special in mind?"

Rob just smiled. He'd been thinking about Susie all summer.