Sunday Funday

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

We slept late Sunday morning. We held each other deep in the warm flannel sheets and down comforter of the four poster bed and slept soundly. I woke just after 9:00 and was able to steal a few moments gazing at Lana sleeping peacefully. I could have stayed there forever. Her eyes opened a few minutes later.

"Good morning, Lana."

"Good morning, Trevor." She smiled and kissed me on the lips.

We eventually got out of bed and donned the soft white robes provided by the hotel. I lit the fire in the fireplace and we ordered room service for breakfast. We lounged on the couch watching the fire while eating warm pastries and drinking freshly ground coffee.

"It's a shame that we have to leave," Lana said, breaking the silence during our meal.

"I was just thinking that," I answered. "Last night was even more amazing than Friday night, Lana."

She put her coffee down and came close to me on the couch. Looking me in the eye, she asked, "You liked the edging?"

"Like...loved...I really don't think there are words, Lana. How did you learn to do that?" I had to ask how this young woman was such a virtuoso at this particular oral technique.

"It's really just applied anatomy and physiology," she answered. "More physiology, really. Remember, I was a nursing major."

She continued, "The physiology is all about the climax--getting the job done so that babies can be made and the species can carry on--just basic evolutionary biology."

I was so intrigued by her explanation.

"Orgasms are fucking great, don't get me wrong. And we can't change anatomy. But what if we could 'play' with the physiology? What if we can learn the body's rhythm and control it, prolong it. It's a game changer. A prolonged state of pleasure. Mother nature eventually wins--you're gonna cum, but when you do, it's out of your fucking mind. So really, it's a win-win. Mother nature gets what she wants--your climax--and you get what you want--but it's just longer and better."

"Wow," I answered. You really have thought this through, Lana. But answer me one question, edging expert..."

"Of course!"

"Edging certainly works for the man, but could it also work on a woman?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

She smiled at me the same way she smiled at the restaurant the night before.

"Shall we do some investigating to find out?" she asked.

I didn't even answer. I kissed her as she leaned back on the couch. Once she was reclined, I undid the knot holding her robe closed and slowly opened the robe, revealing her alabaster skin. Her small pink nipples that sat on her perky tear dropped shaped breasts were perfectly erect. My mouth made its way from her lips to her neck and then I took each of her nipples into my mouth--the right first and then the left, until each glistened from my saliva. Her chest heaved towards me as my tongue explored her breasts slowly. She whispered my name under her breath. The fire crackled in the background.

My mouth continued its journey south. I buried my nose in her small tuft of red pubic hair, taking in her sweet scent. Her scent was provocative and alluring. It drove me absolutely wild and made me want to ravenously eat her pussy. But there was no rush. We had all the time in the world. I wanted her--and me--to relish each moment.

I looked at her sex for the first time in full light. She had perfectly symmetric, full pink lips which were glistening with her juices. I wondered at its simple yet complex beauty for a moment before placing a single kiss on her clit and allowing my tongue to graze her tender bead. She moaned and tilted her pelvis toward me as I breathed on her. My tongue then found her inner lips, tracing the contour of each one slowly and delicately.

She said my name under her breath. Her juices flowed freely as her pleasure escalated. Her taste was powerful. My tongue slipped inside her and tasted her velvety walls. I let it linger for just a moment barely inside her before allowing it to enter her more.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck me...fuck me with your tongue," she begged.

I inserted my tongue as far into her tight hole as I could. My nose was firmly up against her stiffening clit. I fucked her with my tongue and world her clit with my nose for serval minutes until I could hear her say, barely audibly,

"Cumm...ing...cu...cumming..."

I stopped. She looked down at me, breathless.

"Very good, Lana," I said. I abandoned her pussy for a moment to place numerous kisses on her inner thighs and the back of her knees.

She caught her breath and nodded for me to continue.

"Please do that again. It was fucking great."

I took my time getting back to her lips, allowing the anticipation to build again before my tongue started to fuck her again. I savored her velvet curtains with my lips and tongue as she moaned louder and louder. My tongue smoothly glided in and out of her entrance, lubricated by her juices that ran down my chin and formed a growing wet spot on her robe below.

She signaled that her orgasm was building again so I returned to her inner thighs to let it pass. I was learning her rhythm.

I repeated this process over and over, each time my tongue journeyed deeper into her and each time taking longer to return to her clit from her thighs. Her taste and scent intoxicated me. The time between each cycle then started to grow shorter and her moans became louder. If there was anyone asleep in the rooms next to us, they wouldn't be for long as Lana progressed steadily toward her climax.

I moved my hands to her ass so that I could bring her even closer to my tongue. My paced quickened. She locked her ankles around my head as I squeezed her ass. I was feverishly eating her young pussy, knowing that her climax was imminent.

She put her hands on the back of my head, and along with her ankles, fixed me against her pussy. My tongue withdrew from her and ravished her swollen clit.

She screamed loudly as her back arched off the couch. She buried her face in the cushioned arm rest as he she continued to scream.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

I freed up one hand from under her ass and inserted 2 fingers in her as I railed her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was screaming and moaning into the couch's arm rest. I moved my left hand to support her arched back as her climax rushed over her and spun her around so the she was face down with her ass and pussy in the air. My fingers and tongue followed right along as she flipped over, still working her clit and finger fucking her. The cushions of the couch didn't come close to muffling her howls of ecstasy.

Making her cum so intensely brought on my own orgasm, without her (or me) even touching my cock. I shot ropes of hot cum on to the back of her thighs and calves before we both collapsed onto the couch covered in sweat, totally spent.

It took Lana a minute or so to catch her breath. She turned over under me and kissed me.

"That was fucking amazing!"

"For me too," I answered. "So one good edge deserves another?"

"Fuck yes!"

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We eventually peeled our naked, sweaty bodies off the couch. We giggled at the wrinkled and stained hotel robes that served as the only barrier between the fabric of the couch and our mingling fluids.

Confident that we had shown that picture perfect room and ourselves a good time, we packed up and were on the road home in no time. The foliage and blue sky again served up a picturesque backdrop for our journey.

We held hands as the car sped along the country roads. Lana would occasionally take a finger and trace it along my palm--a small gesture which felt amazing.

As we approached our town, I started to muse about how long Lana and I have known each other. I recalled the days when I would see her walking through the neighborhood on her way home from school.

"Do you remember the private high school uniform?" she asked.

"I do," I said. "The grey pleated skirt with the oxford shirt, knee socks, and saddle shoes? Those skirts always seemed a bit too short, in my opinion."

"They weren't supposed to be. They were actually supposed to go down to our knees. We bought them small and rolled the waists to create a mini skirt look. Somehow no one seemed to complain..." she observed.

I pulled into her driveway and turned to kiss her, hoping that this would not be the end of our weekend.

"So my folks won't be home until tomorrow," Lana announced. My cock twitched in my pants.

"So maybe you can come over in an hour?" she asked.

"I think you know what my answer is, Lana."

"Thought so." She continued, "What if I was wearing my school uniform when you arrived? What that be of interest?"

My cock twitched again. "That would be...yes!"

"Good! I have just one rule."

"What would that be, Lana?"

"You can't break character!"

"Character?" I asked, confused.

"Promise me that you won't break character!" she insisted. "You'll understand once you get here."

"I won't. I won't break character. I promise."

"Perfect!" She kissed me and was off, turning around as she walked up the driveway to say, "One hour. Be here!"

This would be the longest hour of my life.

I returned to my house puzzling about what she meant by not breaking character. I thought about her in that school uniform. The skirt made short by her folding in at the waist. The knee socks. The Oxford shirt unbuttoned just enough. Her hair in a bow. My erection was fierce at this vision of Lana. And then it hit me, we must be going to engage in some sort of role play. If she were in her uniform, then maybe I would be her teacher? Fuck.

I showered and put on a semi-professional outfit of khaki pants and a collared shirt. I then waited an excruciating 30 minutes to go over to Lana's. I pulled into her driveway exactly 59 minutes after I left her.

The garage was opened so I pulled in--which was smart of Lana. People may talk if they saw my car in the driveway on a weekend that Pete and Diana were away. Neighbors were VERY nosey here. It's great if there's a prowler or any other unsavory character milling about, but not so great when you're fucking the neighbor's college age daughter who also happens to be your intern.

I parked in the garage and closed the door behind my car. There was a hand written sign taped to the door from the garage to the house. I smiled when I read it.

"TUTORING SESSION IN PROGRESS WITH MR. PETERS. PLEASE CUM INSIDE."

I opened the door and walked into the kitchen. I had been in this house numerous times before. I knew the first floor as well as my own home.

Lana was sitting at the kitchen table in her school uniform: black and white saddle shoes, white knee socks, the pleated grey skirt that ended just above her mid thighs, and an oxford dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail that was graced by a large white bow.

A mess of textbooks and tablets were in front of her at the table. She was studying (or pretending to study) diligently. She nibbled at the eraser of the pencil in her hand. Everything about what was before me was so incredibly sexy.

Lana looked up at me and smiled. "Mr. Peters! Thank you for agreeing to tutor me. Please sit down!"

I guess I was right with the whole role play theme. This was going to be good, I thought. In reality, I had no idea...

"Hello, Lana. How are your studies going?" I asked, assuming the "teacher" role.

"Not good," she answered, pouting. "I've been studying hard and long and I still can't understand all this! The final exam is tomorrow, and if I don't get an A in the class, I will lose my scholarship to college.

I knew how to play right into this.

"Lana, I am afraid that in order for you to get an A in the class, you'd have to get a perfect score on the final. I have to be honest, no student in my 20+ years of teaching has ever gotten a perfect 100% on my final."

"Really," she continued to pout. "There's no way I'll get 100%. I will be lucky to pass at this point. The senior slide hit me hard," she admitted.

"Yes, I noticed that, Lana." You've been falling behind ever since you were awarded that scholarship. You didn't read the fine print. Each recipient must maintain straight A's to actually get the scholarship for college," I cautioned her.

"Yes, of course, I realize that now." Her eyes were downcast. She delicately chewed her eraser before letting it graze her lower lip.

"What if there WERE a way to get that A, in both the final and the whole class?" she asked.

"Yes, Lana, we just discussed how you could do that. A perfect score on the final..."

She cut me off. "Yes, yes, I know. But perhaps we can make an arrangement that would be...say...mutually beneficial?"

"I am afraid I don't know where you are going with this, Lana." I actually thought I did, but I did not.

"How about if I give you an A, you can give me an A?" she asked, that familiar mischievous grin returning to her face.

She moved close to me and put her hands on my khakis.

"Mr. Peters, let's forget math for a moment and do some spelling." Her voice was low--almost whisper as her lips approached my right ear.

"Sp...Spell...Spelling? I am not sure how that would help, Lana?"

She started to nibble on my earlobe. I think spelling might just be the solution to all of this, Mr. Peters. Shall we spell a little?"

"Sure, Lana, if you think it would help." I was legitimately befuddled.

"Can you spell my name?" she asked. She was now placing soft wet kisses on the side of my neck as my cock swelled.

"Sure...'Lana' is...L-A-N-A...Lana!"

"Very good, Mr. Peters." She continued to assail my neck with her soft, wet lips.

"Now, here's the bonus question: Can you spell my name backwards?"

I was never good at spelling anything backwards, but what the hell.

"Sure, 'Lana' backwards is...A-N-A-L." I froze and fixed my eyes straight ahead. Was she going where I think she was? The answer was obvious.

She faced me and moved her hands to my erection, which was now taut up against my khakis.

"So, Mr. Peters, do we have a deal? Your A for my...A?"

"I think we have our answer," she said, looking down at the tent pitched in my lap.

"So what you are saying is..."

"I think you know what I'm saying, and your struggling zipper is telling me that we have a deal."

"Yes, yes, we do," I answered. I couldn't resist touching her for another second. My hands covered her perfect ivory thighs. I came off my chair and was kneeling in front of her, her legs spread wide on her chair.

"My room," she commanded while starting to undo the buttons on my shirt.

She took me by the hand and led me upstairs I had never been upstairs in her house before, appropriately so. Lana's room was the first at the top of the carpeted stairway. Stenciled pink roses surrounded the door frame.

She led me into her bedroom. The walls were a pale pink. Simple window treatments adorned a large window that looked out to the backyard. She had a white sleigh bed with a pink comforter that matched the walls of the room. An antique full length mirror stood directly opposite the door to the room.

I was standing in the middle of the room, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I was standing in Lana Richards bedroom. She was 22 but in her school uniform. I was playing the role of her teacher who was about to...

I couldn't even finish the sentence in my head. I didn't have to. The door closed behind me. I turned around and Lana was leaning against the door with her left saddle shoe up against the door. Her left knee was bent. The uniform skirt draped over her mid thigh.

In a moment, I was up on her, pinning her against the door just as I did the night before, except now there were no leggings to remove.

We kissed passionately. Her tongue glided into my mouth as I took her left thigh in my hand and ran it up its smooth alabaster surface. She undid my pants as I kicked off my shoes. My pants and briefs fell to the floor. She stroked up and down my length as my tip pushed into the front of her uniform skirt. The material felt coarse against my shaft.

I ripped the buttons off the front of her oxford shirt--knowing that it was an old shirt that she didn't wear anymore--at least I had hoped.

She smiled at me. "Mr. Peters!"

I removed her shirt and she returned the favor by ripping the buttons off of my shirt. Mine was new and custom made but I didn't give a fuck. Lana could destroy every article of clothing I owned every day and I wouldn't care. She was so amazing.

Her bra was simple white fabric that almost got lost on her white skin. I undid the clip in the back and let yet another article of clothing fall to the floor.

I was now naked and Lana was in her skirt and knee socks, having kicked her saddle shoes off just after entering the room.

I couldn't resist the urge to eat her pussy in the uniform. I feasted on her tender mounds momentarily, gently biting her raisin sized erect nipples.

"Mr. Peters, I want you. Fuck my ass," she moaned.

I dropped to my knees. My head disappeared under her skirt.

Her scent was overpowering under the material of the skirt. Her panties were soaked from her juices. I wasted no time. I moved the bottom of her panties to the side. My tongue roamed along the length of her firm clit and settled at the tip while 2 fingers entered her.

Lana screamed loudly as I worked her clit with my tongue and finger fucked her relentlessly. I imagined her watching me devour her under her skirt from the full length mirror across the room.

Her breaths quickened and her thighs started to clench around my head, signaling the beginnings of her climax. I slid 2 more fingers into her and let my thumb take over massaging her clit while I kissed her inner thighs. Moments later, she came hard against my hand. Pulling it in as her muscles relaxed and her juices gushed around it down my forearm. I could feel her body start to slide down the door. I came out from under the skirt and her lips met mine. We kissed deeply as she tasted her sweet juices that covered my face.

We stayed there with our limbs intertwined for a few minutes as Lana's orgasm ebbed.

After she caught her breath, she looked at me and motioned towards the bed.

"Shall we?" She asked.

I didn't answer. I didn't need to. We walked hand in hand to the bed and pulled the comforter down, revealing pristine white cotton sheets.

Lana climbed on the bed and faced away from me. She stretched over to her nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube from her drawer. She turned around to face me on her knees and I met her on my knees in the middle of the bed.

She squirted a generous amount of lube along my cock and followed by running her hands over it to spread it liberally. I thought I was going to cum from what was turning into an amazing handjob with plentiful lube. But she knew when to hold back. She gave me the bottle and winked. "You know what to do with us, I presume?"

I nodded "Yes" as she turned away from me and settled in on all fours.

I pulled her skirt up and slid her panties down, revealing her ass--two perfect round buns dotted with faint freckles. I squirted some lube on my right pointer and middle fingers and let them course between her cheeks. I felt her tight little starfish.

"Does this feel good?" I asked. Placing a slight amount of pressure on her anus with my finger.

"Mmmm...Mmmmm...yes," she answered under her breath.

I placed more lube around her anus while continuing to press a little more firmly. My pointer finger tip slipped inside her outer ring. We both gasped as she felt it and I watched it disappear into her ass.

I applied more lube until it was dripping from her anus to the sheets below. My finger plunged from her outer ring to her inner ring. Her tight walls were soft and smooth.