Relaxation
Sally lay with her head on Mark Horton's chest flicking at his penis, "Mr. Horton you're leaking," she giggled as copious amounts of pre-cum escaped from his shrinking member. She gathered it up on her finger and tasted it. "Yum! here try some," She gathered some more and presented it to him. He licked the finger clean. Pre-cum was always better tasting than the full load he thought, almost none of the musty/musky semen flavor.
They had just finished a wild sexual session. She had cum three times, each with great intensity. He had cut it off before he had climaxed, saying he didn't want it over yet.
She relaxed, her fingers completely surrounding his shrinking penis. She was thinking of what had transpired so far that evening and how his cock got so much thicker but not a lot longer when he was excited. Then she thought of something related to a previous conversation, "Oh! Debate!" she blurted out. After all, Mr. Horton had been the debate adviser when she was in high school.
"Debate?" he asked, startled. She briefly stopped her hand movements.
"Yeah, that's one of the reasons I won the amateur night contest at the strip club."
"Debate?" Mark's curiosity was aroused.
"I kind of have this knack for knowing what turns guys on. Maybe 'cause I've sex with lot's of guys. I did it unconsciously at first and then more deliberately during debates when there were male judges. Debate gave me practice."
"You, what? Seduced the judges?"
"Well, I guess, kinda. I thought of it as more just encouraging them to vote for me. I'm sure it wouldn't have worked unless I also did a decent job arguing the proposition. Anyway, debate honed my skills. I just put them to work in the stripping contest." She went back to exploring how the skin slipped back and forth so easily overt he shaft. "
Like it isn't attached at all
," she thought as she pulled as much as she could past the circumcision point and completely over the tip.
He had propped himself against the wall with a pillow (there was no headboard). He relaxed, gently caressed the thin, almost bony female form laying next to him, his hands spending extra time on her breasts and butt. He didn't want her to lose her arousal while he was losing some of his.
"Sally," he introduced something that had been on his mind, who is Maylee? I absolutely do not remember her."
"Maylee?" Sally drew a blank. She was concentrating on her phallic study.
"At the strip club she said she had been a student of mine." Before going to the motel, Sally had convinced Mark to stop by a nudie club where her friend and another of Mark's students was a stripper.
That jogged Sarah's memory, "Oh! Maylee. Sarah says she was head cheerleader in the class a year ahead of us. She was the one who convinced Sarah to start stripping."
"Oh, I had thought she was in your graduating class. It's not always easy to remember all he students from years ago, especially mediocre ones. If it weren't for the swingers party, I'd surely have forgotten about Sarah early next year." He did vaguely remember a sophomore cheerleader trying to get him to change a C+ on a mediocre paper to a B by flaunting her body and flashing her eyes at him. He wondered if that had been Maylee. But there had been several incidents like that. He knew he was a decent looking guy and there were constant rumors that he had sex with one or more students.
"Mr Horton," Sally had noticed his attention drifting off, "Mr. Horton, you okay?"
"Oh, sorry, Sally, just reflecting on past students and the way some girls try to use sex to influence grades."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I'm pretty immune to it. It was a bit difficult my first year or so when I was younger and the girls were closer to my age, But now it's a real turn off when it happens."
"But you went with Sarah to the swingers party, and now you're here with me."
"I went to the swingers party because of Sarah's Mom. Remember I wasn't supposed to have sex with Sarah. And neither you or Sarah ever tried to get any special favors in school."
"Sarah's Mom?"
"Yeah, I insisted on meeting her to be sure Sarah wasn't just playing a prank," He remembered the meeting, the beautiful older woman making overtures and the way she 'inadvertently'. kept touching his penis. "She's something else."
"Yes she is," Sally admitted, continuing her 'advertent' penis touching.
"When I saw them both at the strip club I had assumed that Sarah was stripping because her mom was."
"Nope, the other way around. Her mom decided to try in the business again because Sarah was doing it."
"Again?"
"I guess she was a stripper before Sarah was born."
"When her mom told me she'd give me special attention and make sure I have a happy day did she mean what I think she meant?"
"Don't know what you thought but if you thought she was offering to fuck you then, yes, I believe so."
"Do they allow that?"
"What I understand from Sarah is that there's some kind of arrangement. The cops look the other way as long as there are no complaints.The manager somehow screens regular customers and lets them know who they can offer it to. They do ask for an extra tip. And sometimes both Sarah and her mom go back together. They kind of advertise it, "Astrid and Valkyrie, take mother and daughter back together!" Sally laughed.
"Astrid and Valkyrie?"
"Sarah and her mom, stage names."
"And Sabrina is yours?"
