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She Loves To TeachShe Loves To TeachI represented our state in the Miss America contest when I was eighteen.My family and friends all think I'm beautiful, as does my husband... butmost of them know nothing of my real self. If they did, I'd probably belabeled promiscuous, but that's not the right word at all to describe whatI really am, although it's true that I'm different from all but a fewgirls. For instance, I seldom wear panties or bra, and pantyhose only if Icut out the crotch or they're crotchless to begin with. Curious?Dr. Martin, of course, knows more about me than anybody. As apsychiatrist, it's his job. I started seeing him about two years ago, whenI was 26-years-old... not because I was unbalanced or anything like that,but because in listening to my friends talk, I had realized I was sodifferent... if not a freak... then at least one-in-a-million.I constantly desired men. Men desired me. It seemed so simple andsatisfying... that is, we could satisfy each other. Instinctively I knewmy husband would never understand. Nevertheless, I continued to beobsessed with sensual, sexual living.Some sex was never enough, neither was a lot. I was always ready formore, always wanted more. I love having sex. I love fucking. I love tobe fucked. I love any form of sex. Dr. Martin says that it is simplytracable to the fact that I had sex while very young... and to the factthat I found it to be was very good.The first time was exceptionally good. And each time after I found sexto be good. I was addicted to great sex. Dr. Martin says it is quiteunusual for a pretty woman to have such a down to earth view of sex. Hesays it is usually plain women who are so blessed, women who feel the needto please their men. I dunno.The lover I have now is a few years older than me. He is wealthy, andcan easily afford to pay for the furnished apartment where I meet himseveral times a week. Unlike most women, I don't LOVE him in the usualsense. Instead, I love making love with him.Dr. Martin says there's nothing wrong with using my sexual drive to thefullest. Some women have a strong drive as I do, some don't. In my casesexual pleasure Escort Bayan is an all-consuming passion that never leaves me.If Pete A. (my lover) can't make it (as often happens on weekends andsometimes during the week), I simply take another available man to theapartment. No, I see nothing wrong with that. My husband makes love to mealmost nightly, and does an excellent job of it, but I always need and wantmore. You see, I have to have outside lovers.I accidentally learned how to masturbate when I went to my parents bedone Sunday morning when I was eight. I was in bed with them only a shortwhile when my mother, for some reason, decided to go to the store. Alonein bed with Dad, I started to wrestle with him.I remember enjoying the cuddles and embraces as Dad tried to get thebest of me and then decided, I suppose, to let me win. He lay on his back,his pajamas undone, my own nightie up around my waist, and when I straddledhim, my naked pussy came down on Dad's very large, hard penis which wasresting on his stomach pointing toward his head.I rocked my bottom back and forth, rubbing my cunt lips and clitorisalong his long tool while Dad continued to lay very still. It was at thatmoment that I learned to masturbate. Nothing like that ever happenedagain. Dr. Martin says that my not having further sexual encounters withmy Dad is good, but he thinks what really got me off on the right sexualtrack was a chance encounter a few years later that turned out exceedinglywell. Things don't usually go so well for most girls, he said.When I was about f******n, I went downstairs one morning to getbreakfast. I was completely nude. It was summer, and my parents andbrother had gone out for the day, and it just felt good to walk around thebig empty house naked.I still remember well the good sensual feelings stirring within me as Iwalked around caressing my naked body. But, I was in error about onething... my brother hadn't left with my parents.I had left the kitchen and was headed for the stairs. As I rounded acorner at the foot of the stairs, I was surprised to bump into my brother.He was a year Bayan escort older than me, and he was as naked as I (he thought I hadgone with our parents).For a moment we just stood there, drinking in the details of eachother's body. But then I noticed a distinct change happening to his body.His flaccid cock was growing and stiffening. I watched in fascinatedamazement as it raised and stood out as straight as a flagpole. We werefacing each other... very close.I slowly turned and mounted the first step, determined to make the bestof it by rushing upstairs. But something made me pause and turn. Standingon the bottom step looking back down toward him, I was now about as tall ashe was. As he took a step toward me, it was obvious that our *quot;parts*quot; wereperfectly aligned.I was instantly and completely disabled by a zap of high voltage whenhis hot, throbbing penis touched my clitoris. My body responded with thesame good feelings it had that time with Dad. Zing! That was all for me.My brother and I spent the morning exploring each other's body andtrying new and different things: *quot;Does this feel good, Mary? This, too?*quot;*quot;Oh, yes, Jimmy, don't stop!*quot; And so the morning flew by... and I lost myvirginity, or rather, I gave my virginity to my brother Jimmy.Now, my current lover has added another new chapter to my sex life. Last April on a bright sunny day he calmly asked me if I'd please take his14-year-old son to train and initiate into the wonders of the sexual world.I was shocked, but flattered, and agreed to do what he wanted. Teach avirgin boy? Oh, yes, I couldn't wait to begin. Three days later our lovesessions began.I had decided that the best way to start was very, very slow... so Iwouldn't embarrass the boy. The door chime at the apartment sounded rightat the appointed time. I answered the door and invited the blushingyoungster in. I was wearing heels, pantyhose (no crotch, of course), apretty blouse and a short skirt to show off my legs.We had a Coke in the breakfast nook so I would have time to talk andreassure him. Gradually he calmed down, and after a few minutes I told himI wanted Escort to show him the rest of the apartment. I took his hand and beganleading him from room to room. It was easy to see that he gained moreconfidence with every passing moment.Finally, I stopped so suddenly that he couldn't avoid bumping into me,and asked him to help me undress. I stood calmly facing him and waitingfor his next move. I tried to appear seductive and sumissive.He blushed furiously... but didn't back off when I guided his hands tothe buttons on my blouse, which came off quickly and easily. The bra wasanother matter. When he finally got it off I put his hands on my amplebreasts and nudged his head down so that his lips were touching my nipples.He immediately kissed and sucked them, and so began the conversion of avirgin to a very adept Lothario... a young seducer par excellence!I'd be remiss if I didn't mention this boy's natural endowments andgifts. Junior had more of everything than his father. He was taller(athletic build), fair hair, blue eyes and very, very handsome... thoughimmature as a boy would be. The first surprise was that his tool waslarger than most. The second surprise was that he had greater control thanmost males I have been with. I had stumbled onto a gem.That first time I was on my back and he was lunging and thrusting... literally fucking up a storm. In less than a minute I had an orgasm, thenanother (who is teaching who here) and another. I had decided to let himhave a go at me in his own way this first time.Eventually he shot a large load of his pent-up juices deep inside me. We then relaxed together, cuddling on the bed. Then he crawled down totake a close look at mt pussy. He fingered it a bit to inspect the femaleparts that had given him such enjoyment. It didn't take long before he wasrock hard and he entered me again. That afternoon I relished every momentof having his great, hard shaft in my sheath.Junior not only possessed a king-sized tool, but the control and staminato go as long and as often as required. He was a natural! I taught himvery little. Instead, I became the recipient of the rare and greatest gifta sexual woman could ever receive. If I was a nymphomaniac, he was mysatyr.The rules have changed now. My lover knows I mean it when I say he canhave any afternoon with me he wants... as long as I have at least as manymornings with Junior.Let's just say I love to teach!