My art teacher in high school, my 18th year, Miss Ann Parks (not her real name) picked her best and brightest to take eight of us to the Coliseum to see a band concert (she was a sister-in-law to one of them in the band). Making a drum circle, they warmed up the voices with Hebrew songs for a good 45 mins. Then they asked us to think of a loved one who was gone from this world and they would be with us in song. We sat in the wings, on the last song of the night they gave us tambourines and sticks to beat. Their families, kids, my teacher, and we were pulled on stage. We jammed for 30 mins with 3 encores. Out of that group, 4 of us became regulars at The Garden Oaks Art club. We would meet at her house and we do arts, crafts, body studies (including nudes I know we are in school) working with clay for sculptures, and pottery. Our models would be one of us by drawing straws including Ms. P. as we called her. Now before we started this nude stuff, we shared a little wine and good tunes and ended up with us two guys getting to kiss and make out in a closet by that good old school classic Spin-the-Bottle with all of the women!
Now and then one or two of us would be asked to stay behind for a little more fun. And fun it was Ms. P. would bring out the hash, we get blasted, and it was a sex ed advance course. She would tell us/me exactly what to do (I had lost my cherry over the summer to my aunt), it was never the same way twice. She would ask if it was OK to do something, in her soft sexy voice what she was going to do, or what she was telling us/me that we would do to her. I had fallen in love with all 3 women and it was hurting my grades.
Ms. P. asked me, "What's going on? You're going to fall in love with who you see sexually and the better it feels the faster you fall into lust. Close your eyes and for me to see the two of us would become a boy/girl thing in 2 years. Tell what me our day would look like."
I start off with, "We wake up in bed starting the day with a bout of sex with my morning hard-on. We shower together, as you dress for school, I make breakfast. We perform our weekday tasks as usual. You would come home from work meeting me at the door after all my activities, you're in nothing but an apron, with a drink in hand. We would eat dinner then make love till it was time to go to sleep."
Skeptically she responds by telling me about her previous relationship, five years ago, "The sex was rough without asking or any foreplay, really good for him not so much for me. I did meet him at the door just as you said but the neighbors see and I get fired from my job because they called the school. He took my mouth the same way as he did my pussy. Then dinner, bed, and took my ass again, all for him."
She asks again, "Where do you see us in 10 years?"
I start to answer and for every answer, I give she tells me what happens in real life. Then she says you have to learn that we don't yet know enough about the life we want to live and about the life we are living. That takes time, luck, and love.
"You and the group have seen, shared, fun sex that you can use those learned skills to make love and have fun with until we die!" She laughs while saying it. "I think the next meeting will talk about the down side of sex/lovemaking."
A few days later we are sipping our sprite wine spritzers and she asks the guys, "Have you seen a period, menstrual cycle, before?" This grossed us out, then she pulls out a dirty pad, asking each of us to look and give it a smell because about 12 times a year for 2 to 7 days this will be your sex life. So, I dare to be the first to reach out my hand. I learned it is not as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be. Now, after three months we've seen/done pretty much everything there is to talk about sex but the last thing I expected to see was Ms. P.'s pussy with a string hanging out. She had the same smell but maybe a touch of something else?
She asked me, "Would you like to lick my clit?"
Well, I thought for about two seconds (I'd eaten bugs on a dare before), then I do as she requested. It's normal but a bit messy, as she gets wet, but the towel she sits on is getting a bit messier.
She tells me, "Slip on a rubber!" Then she bends over spreads her legs, pulls the string, places the tampon on the towel, and I slide my cock into her pussy. Fuck, that's hotter than when she's not on her period.
I find myself looking at the blood on my cock but it's only on the rubber, so it might have wilted me a bit, but her moaning and rolling her hips got me fully hard again.
She says, "Fuck your bitch!"
I do, I did, I saw, I Got talked dirty too and got hard again, I was moving so fast one of the girls Linda has her hands in her pants going at it and says "It looks like a candy cane Big Boy."
'First time she called me that but it made me even harder, I don't know why but over the years I learned to love those words, then her, then to miss her but I getting ahead of my story.'
Linda arches her back, cums, pulls her hand out of her pants, and her fingers are red. Well, that sure put steel in my cock but poor Billy looks like he wants to toss his cookies and goes to the bathroom. Ms. P. arches her back and comes so hard she pushes me out of her she takes a few deep breaths.
She says, ''I will go see about Billy, Lilly and Linda would you girls like to finish Dick off?'' She heads off to the bathroom and closes the door.
Linda comes over and drops her pants and shows me her rose-colored pussy, I knew she was still a virgin, wanting to stay that way till marriage but she sure was going to make her husband happy in the sack. I grabbed the towel, cleaned her up, she's squirming bad as I tease her lips and clit. Well, she's now moaning non-stop as I start two fingers inside her but not trying to break her Hymen which I realize is now broken by her own hand. My thumb is flicking across her clit and her smell is pushing me over the edge.