I had known Laura for nearly a full year. I spent the first few months of the year subbing at the school where she taught. Then came that spring afternoon we kissed in the mattress store, followed the next night by incredible first-time sex between us, and the next with her offering to share me with her friend and fellow teacher, Lisa. I've pretty much been putty in her hands ever since.
I found myself at Laura's place more and more often as the year progressed and was basically living there by the time school let out. That horny little girl was especially randy over her summer break. Going to my new home away from home during my lunch break from the venue where I worked became a daily treat for me.
She would greet me in different and creative ways like when she was naked, except for an apron, leaning seductively over the kitchen sink, or curled up in bed, waiting and wanting, or hot and sweaty, fresh in from gardening.
Those were some sweet lunch breaks. She didn't cool off much when school started back up again in the fall, either. We just used different times of the day.
I had no idea that the prim and proper schoolteacher I had first met was, in reality, a highly charged, highly sensual, bordering on insatiable woman. I was coming to find out more about her each day. It was nice, though. We lived in relative peace, with no fighting or arguing, only kindness, consideration, and lots and lots of affection.
She seemed to enjoy our most recent tradition, starting with a cocktail on the couch after school while she shared whatever was on her chest that day. If the topic was light, my hand would unconsciously rove her chest and massage her breasts as she spoke. She appreciated my willing ear and soft caresses, and after a while, would be ready to put school out of her mind until the next day.
My petting sometimes led to kissing, then hasty undressing, and after school romps right there on the couch. More often, she would heat up and give me the look that said, 'Upstairs, mister.' I would willingly take her offered hand, knowing I was being led up to our bed.
Mostly, we would let the anticipation build throughout the evening and go to bed early. With bodies intertwined and sheets tangled, our musky scents and the sounds of heated passion would fill our room until we fell asleep draped in each other's arms, moonlit.
I was actually surprised at my own ability to rise to the occasion and perform as well as I did on such a regular basis. I had never met another woman with quite her sexual appetite, but she seemed happy and well satisfied.
I concluded that, in addition to her natural hotness, playfulness, tightness, wetness, and sexiness, the delicious and healthy food she prepared for us every day must have been contributing to my increased libido and stamina. We did eat a lot of oysters and avocados.
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As the school's winter/holiday break drew near, she shared the news that she needed to travel over the break to visit relatives out East and would be gone for over a week. We talked about me going to New York with her, but she said that she would prefer that I meet her family under better circumstances, when her time would not have to be devoted to making the rounds between aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins, and we could just relax and enjoy the water and summertime fun at her family's cottage up there, and I could get to know her sisters.
She also admitted that she missed her sisters and needed some "sissy time." She thought that having an impressive stud like me by her side might distract her sisters and even make them a little jealous. She said that she needed a chance to tell her sibs all about me before we all met. I was okay with that, since I had to work most of the days she would be gone anyway. The holiday season was one of our busiest times at the venue.
Her plan was to fly out Christmas Eve night and return New Year's Day. She said the flights were cheaper on the holidays and added playfully, "Plus, I'll have a chance to see Santa's sleigh since we'll both be in the air at the same time!"
The day before she was to leave, we shared our own early Christmas celebration on Christmas Eve. After we exchanged gifts, she made one of my favorite breakfasts of Swedish pancakes with bacon on the side. In between bites, I told her, "I might want to pour maple syrup on you and lick it off before you leave for your trip"
"Ooh, kinky," she said from across the table. "Sounds messy, but hot!"
"It does, so I think I'll take you just the way you are."
She giggled and shivered, and watched me avidly while I finished my breakfast, chin resting on her palm, bare legs crossed and swinging, humming lightly. When I was done, I stood and stared down at her. She knew exactly what my serious expression meant.
She stood and looked back at me with wanting in her eyes. I whisked her into my arms and carried her up to our bed. Knowing we would be apart for nine whole days, we spent the afternoon having hot, hungry sex nearly up until the time she had to leave.
Straddling me, impaled on my hardness, I blew my load into her for what I knew would be the last time for a long while. As I thrust into her, she trembled and vibrated above me, lost in her own searing orgasm. When her quakes subsided and the last of my seed had pumped into her, she placed her hands on my chest and peered deeply into my eyes.
"That was incredible," she said with ragged breath.
"Yeah, it was," I breathed.
"I'm gonna miss you... This..." she sighed.
"Yeah," I breathed lowly. "Me, too."
She squirmed on me, making warm fluids squish out of her and drip down between my legs, then said, "There's something I wanted to talk to you about before I left."
"Sure. What is it?" I asked.
"Well, it's kind of weird and it's about my family, and I..." she paused.
I waited for a while, then said softly, "It's okay, Laura. You can tell me anything."
"Well, I just want you to know that whatever goes on or happens to happen back home has nothing to do with us!" she blurted.
"Well, that's mysterious and random," I said, puzzled.
"I know. It's just that there are people back there that I'm bound to see while I'm home, and, well..." she paused, squirmed on me and more jiz dribbled between my legs. "It gets a little bizarre with my sisters and me, and the boys back home, and..." she stopped, flustered.
"Are you trying to tell me that you're going to get with an old flame while you're home?"
She squirmed some more and said, "I wouldn't say that, exactly. It's complicated."
"How so?"
I felt my cock deflate within her as she explained, "It's like this. My old boyfriend started dating my sister after I moved here, and Kim is really a lot like me. All my sissies are, in fact. Knowing my naughty little sister, she'll try to share him with me while I'm home."
"Like the way you shared me with Lisa?" I surmised.
"Yeah, kind of like that. My sisters and I share. We always have."
"Wow," was all I could say, completely soft inside her now. "I guess that explains why I'm not going with you on the trip."
"Mostly it's because I'm not sure I'm ready to share you with them yet."
"But someday you will, you think?"
