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"Sadie's Sex Academy"  - part 1
  by Firebrand  (mF cons Fdom oral 1st)


Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm
juices of a woman's secret place. I'd heard my school mates boast
about it.   They just lie there and you stick it in, Jack. It's easy.
I was wise enough to know that much of their talk was fable. The
wishful thinking of a sex starved youth in most cases. And it seemed
to me that I was just too shy to ever find out what it was like.

This was many, many years ago, back in the days we now call innocent
times . Which means that girls were  more determined to keep it for
some future husband. That's the way they were brought up.

And I was fifteen years old, tall for my age, and like I said very
shy  My only experience was a brief touch of Teresa Wilson's large
left breast  through her thick dress at Billy Johnson's party, before
she d knocked my hand away. Even my nocturnal hand jobs were
completed with feelings of unbridled guilt.

That's how things were when Vic Summers and his wife, Sadie, moved
into our street, just two doors away. And I was on the verge of a
sexual education which I could never even have dreamed about. Lessons
that were to stand me in good stead for the rest of my life. The
making of a stud. From the distance of a near half century I can look
back and recall my first time with all the clarity of it being just
yesterday. Because, oh my, what a time it was.

It all started when I heard the wail of Benny Goodman's clarinet
coming from the new neighbour's back door. I loved Goodman and all
the big bands. Dorsey, James and the rest.

Vic Summers came out, thin ginger hair, a drawn pale face, but
smiling as he noticed my foot tapping.

Like the big bands?  he asked me.

They re great.

Why not pop over tonight? I ve got hundreds of records in my
collection.

Nervously I turned up and Vic greeted me with a glass of orange juice
before we settled on the floor of their neat little sitting room and
listened to the shivering glissando of trombone, the high pitched
tremolo of clarinet. And that's when Sadie swayed into the room, and
suddenly the rhythms were all in my heart

Tall, slender, seeming as delicate as a rain kissed rose, she swayed
across the room. A blue silken dress clung to every curve of her
body, and every curve was undulating with sinuous abandon. A heady
perfume of lavender and something else exuded from her as she nodded
in my direction.

So you re the young neighbour? A handsome young man. I ll bet the
girls are mad for you.

Dumbly I nodded my head. Did I say the rhythms were all in my heart?
Well, very rapidly they were moving deeper so that I had to hold my
hands over my groin to hide what was happening there. Her sensuous
movement hypnotised me. Those churning hips, the wobble of breast
under the silky fabric of her dress and the flashing legs that seemed
to go on for ever.

Vic was happy to share his music with me any evening I wanted. And
yes, the music was exciting, but feeling myself bathed by Sadie's
sultry glances, the flowing grace of that body, they were the real
attractions. I was in love, immediate and irrevocably, content with
just looking, but then---

Comes that Summer day I was lingering at the gate between our back
gardens when Sadie floated out, dressed in tight sweater and jeans.
Blue seemed to be her colour.

Oh, Jack, how lovely to see you.  Her wide blue eyes, the swing and
sway of her body, sent all kinds of electrics through my body.. The
intimacy of her smile only added colour to my burning cheeks.  By the
way Vic has to be away tonight. His job, you know.

Before the full weight of disappointment could hit me she went on,
But you can still come and listen to the music----  And she paused,
the languorous smile playing on her full mouth, the eyes going cloudy
as she paused, before adding,  ---if you want.

Had I misread her looks, her tone of voice? It couldn't be that way
could it? I was imagining promise, wasn't I?

Shy I may have been but I found myself exhilarated by the mere
proximity of her. The prospect of being close to her. That night, I
had the longest bath I ve ever had. Brushed my hair into what I
imagined was a delicate quiff and coated my body in so much talc that
I had to sneak out in case my mother questioned my perfumed presence.

Sadie answered my tentative knock at the back door almost
immediately, and my eyes must have bulged at the sight of her dressed
in a peach coloured wispy long silken robe open at the neck to reveal
a tantalising valley between her gently rising breasts. Long tawny
hair, cascaded to her shoulders.

My you smell lovely, Jack.

I was tempted to say,  So do you.  as her lavender perfume invaded my
nostrils. But words simply choked in my constricted throat.

Music was already on the record player and I recognised Harry James
Trumpet Blue and Cantabile.

You like this, don t you,  she said, walking ahead of me into the
sitting room, I was fascinated by the metronome ticking of her firm
buttocks under the silk.

She directed me to the sofa, as I noticed that the curtains were
closed, which seemed strange on a bright Summer evening.

I sat, as she swayed for a moment, every inch of her body seeming to
be alive and transmitting bolts of lightning into my dumb adolescent
psyche.

The music changed, Glen Miller, softer, more romantic.  She stood for
a moment over me, and my eyes tried not to look at the slight parting
in her negligee and the darkly shadowed something beyond. Why hadn't
she dressed? Did she know I could see?

I raised my head and she was smiling. She knew where I was looking..
Then she sat down beside me, close. Closer than I could have ever
dreamed.

Tell me about your girl friends, Jack.  she breathed. Her perfume was
something I thought I was going to drown in.

What could I say? Teresa Wilson's clothed left breast apart, my only
experience had been listening to the garish stories of my
schoolmates.

Not much to tell,  I murmured.

Do you like me?

Y--yes. You re-----nice.  And it sounded so crummy I could have
curled up and died.

You re a lovely young man, Jack---

My mind was telling me,  And she's an adult----

She went on,  You know Vic and I have been very happy----but you must
have noticed how weak he looks---it's the disease--- a wasting thing.
He can t do-------anything.  And her pause made me look up into those
eyes, even more sultry in the dim light.

Would you like to kiss me, Jack?

A kiss? A kiss was more than I could have hoped for, wasn't it? She
was leaning towards me and the gown had parted to reveal more of
those two creamy mounds. Like a switch had been pushed there was a
sudden bulge in my best flannel trousers.

Mmm,  was all I could  manage, as her full red lips moved close, and
I tried desperately to catch my breath. The lips brushed across mine,
briefly, gently. Was that it? Then her hand was on the back of my
neck and her mouth covered mine just as I opened it to clutch in some
air. Next second her tongue was lapping over mine. Briefly shocked I
was then filled with wonder at the electricity of it The sheer
sensation, my whole mouth was a-tingle. I leaned into it, dizzily,
fearing I might faint at the sheer intensity of it Nothing in my life
had prepared me for this.

I had only pecked at a few tight-lipped girls at parties. Now here
was Sadie's tongue exploring my own, tracing around the insides of my
cheeks. My hands trembled.

Nervous as I was, I felt disappointment when she drew away. Then I
saw that one of her breasts had come totally free and I was gazing at
it. Tits, that's what the kids called them. But not this beautifully
rounded, full, smooth hillock with its subtle pink ring tipped by a
delicate nub of a nipple. This was a breast, a real, living succulent
breast.

Touch it, Jack.

I looked into her eyes with some amazement. Was I dreaming? Was this
luscious married woman actually giving me, a gawky teenager,
permission to touch her breast?

Please, Jack.

I raised trembling fingers and the tips  traced the elegant slope
from nipple to the base of her throat. Feeling a little bolder I
allowed my fingers to smooth their way around the whole curving
surface.

Now the nipple, Jack. With that same touch. You have lovely touch.

I was scared senseless. Yet enjoying it at the same time.  I reached
out and tentatively ran my fingers over the hard small nipple I heard
her sharp intake of breath.

Sorry,   I mumbled.

No, no. That was perfect, Jack. Again. A little harder. I'd wake up
soon. But the pressure in my pants told me that I wasn't dreaming. I
allowed my whole hand to settle over her breast, smoothing it,
letting each finger trace over the nipple.

Oh, you ve done this before, haven t you, Jack,   she sighed huskily.

No, never.

Kiss it, Jack.

What?  Blood pounded in my head and in my cock.

Take it in your mouth, tongue my nipple.

I lowered my head nervously,  Like this?  I asked, before putting my
lips around the enlarged nipple.

Tongue, Jack. Use your tongue.

Emboldened I did that. I couldn't believe the pleasure of it. My
mouth could have swallowed her whole. I found myself sucking without
even thinking about it.

She was breathing more heavily.  You re sure you ve never done this
before?

Never  I said.  But it's nice.  That stupid useless word again. It
was more than just nice. I was on some magic cloud. Briefly, guiltily
I thought of Vic, but then her hands closed on either side of my face
lifted me and her mouth fastened on mine again. Tongue slithering
over mine sending shock waves through my whole being. One hand close
over my right hand and moved it down, tracing it over the delightful
flatness of her belly, the silkiness of her gown, until I felt my
fingers slope downwards and detecting a sudden roughness under the
silk. She made an agitated movement and the silk was gone and my
fingers discovered the roughness had been a mound of soft hair.

My head was pounding. I couldn't expect this, this was the ultimate,
this was a woman's secret place, her special gift. My hand froze,
uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an
opening among this fuzziness.

Her lips left mine and she whispered,  Go on, Jack. Touch me there.

Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my virgin
fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret
opening?

I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed,
Lower, Jack. Follow the groove.

Groove? What groove? But even as the question formed my middle finger
found a smaller indentation. Tracing it I found it seemed to form a
little trench running down between her legs. I rubbed gently and
became aware that the edges of this trench seemed to be swelling to
my touch.

Mmmmm.  Sadie's breathed close to my ear.  My weakness. You re
finding my weakness.

The groove ran all the way down, right through to the back it seemed.
Then suddenly there was moisture. Like running my fingers along wet
lips. I drew them back and then forward again. Repeated the action.
Aware now of her laboured breathing, almost panting. On one forward
movement there was a parting of the trench and there was something
small and hard, like a miniature nipple under my fingers. But no
hole----where was that opening?

Oh, God, that's marvellous. Don t stop. That's it. There. Oh, Jesus.
Yes. Probe, Jack.

I seemed to be too far back when without warning my middle finger
sank into a wet pit, so far back that it took me by surprise. I
pushed and my finger sank right in. I let another finger join it and
prodded them both upwards and inwards.

Sadie was panting and gasping, kissing my face my hair my ears,
tonguing into my mouth.  Oh, God, yes. Oh, God

I couldn't believe how ignorant I had been. I didn't even know that
this glory hole was set so far back between a woman's legs. And that
was when I felt Sadie's hand on my thigh, on my bulge. Oh, hell, I
wasn't sure about this. Nobody had touched me there. Not since I was
a baby anyway. But I wanted it and didn't, both at the same time. No
woman had seen my cock, not in that enlarged state. Not in any state.

Sadie's hands expertly opened my trousers. She was going to touch my
naked cock. She was----she was! My own fingers stopped their luscious
probing as I gasped for air. Then her fingers were closing around my
swollen member drawing it into the open. And the whole pressure of
the episode was just too much as her fingers lightly caressed my
bulging tip.

In despair, I realised what was going to happen, after all that had
happened up to this point, the touch of her hand was all too much. My
lower body seemed to explode. I looked up in time to see the first
spurts bloom whitely over her fingers.

Oh, dear,    she sighed.  An early bird.

Ashamed, disgusted with myself I was about to apologise when she
crooned,  But I catch the worm. Cum to mama. Don t go to waste.  And
to my mix of joy and horror she stooped and closed her mouth over my
oozing cock. She was taking my cum in her mouth. I hadn't even known
that was allowed. Vaguely I remember seeing a dirty picture that the
lads passed around. But here was Sadie with her head in my lap, her
mouth gently sucking on my spurting cock and taking every drop down.

After just a moment I felt myself softening and Sadie released me,
raised her head, smiled and licked the cum from her hand.

I m sorry,  I said lamely.

Sorry? For what? We haven t finished, Jack. And you can put your hand
back where it was for a start.

I glanced down at my pathetic little cock lying like a dead snail
outside my pants. It didn't seem likely that anything else could
happen. I'd just been to the top of the world. Sadie saw my look and
smiled.

I ll tell you what, Jack. I think we need to be more comfortable. And
she stood up and took me hand urging me to stand. Then she lead me
through a door and we were in a bedroom, with a large double bed.

Comfort, Jack. We ve come this far. We might as well have comfort.

I couldn't see what we could do now. Did she mean we were going to
sleep. Straight away I knew this wasn't the case as she slipped
completely out her robe and stood there totally, delightfully naked.
Another first for me.

My eyes, bolder now, after what had gone before, roamed over the twin
perfect breasts, bold, firm and pink tipped, that flat belly sloping
down to the tawny patch of hair that I had explored but was seeing
for the first time. She moved her feet and I caught a glimpse of the
secret lips hidden down there.

Now you,  she said and as I hesitated she stepped forward and began
undoing my shirt.

My mother hadn't seen me naked since I'd reached puberty. Nobody had.
Even with my mates after football I was always  a little embarrassed.
Now here was this virtual stranger busy removing my shirt. Stranger?
After what we d just done?

She loosened my belt and my trousers dropped. Her hands slipped
inside the waistband of my shorts.

You think I have a good body, Jack?

Dumbly I nodded and resisted saying  nice .

It's not bad for a thirty year old, is it?

Thirty. Twice my age. I felt my face burning red as she slipped my
shorts down over my hips, and stood back to look me up and down. I
wanted the ground to swallow me.  You ve a good body too. Only yours
will get better.  Her hand slid under my scrotum which made me jump.
Oh, Jack, you are going to make a lot of women happy. And I m going
to show you how. Let's lie down.

To my surprise her touching my balls had made my cock flicker
upwards. I lay down across the bed, and she lay beside me.

I have a need right now, Jack. So we ll show you early stages later.
For now just kiss my breasts again.  Early stages? What did she mean?
Later? When was later?

Earlier it had been one breast, now I had both at my disposal. I let
my tongue flicker from one to the other, while my hands roamed over
them, enjoying the friction. My eyes  gaped in wonder at the way her
nipples swelled to my mouthing. From time to time she muttered little
instructions.

Use your teeth. Yes there, gently.

Now squeeze, then stroke.

Now move your lips down over my belly.

Oh, oh, this was taking me towards a new stage. My tongue tickled at
her tiny navel.

On down.

And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on my mouth. I couldn't go
any further. These weren t the lips for my lips, were they?

Touch first. Yes, fingers.

I let my fingers move as they had before feeling out  the petal folds
as they opened to my touch. Moistness, aroma, heat. I felt my cock
flexing itself, like a fighter returning to the fray.

Open me. Yes thumbs on each side. You re looking for the stone in a
plum. Look. Look, Jack

My head was between her legs my feet up near her head. I could never
imagine what I was seeing. All that pinkness, layer on layer it
seemed. The parted lips revealed an inner stamen,  a small erect pink
button.

See it, Jack? See my clit?

A little bud thing?  I wasn't sure what she meant.

That's it. My clit.  Her voice was strained, almost gasping. Now put
your tongue on it.

My tongue there? It couldn't be right. This wouldn't be very
pleasant, would it? Was this making love?

Please, Jack. I need this---need it now.

Reluctantly I leaned into it and flicked my tongue against that tiny
target. For some reason my whole being trembled with excitement as
she stiffened and gasped,  Oooh---yes, --do it---give it ---lick
it---lick it hard.

My tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping
at her little secret button. Her clit. I hadn't even heard the word
before. Back and forward went my tongue. Round and round. No taste,
yet it was like supping on cream and the creaminess increased, as her
legs spread and I found myself licking and probing  until my
tongue   was guzzling into that mysterious hole without me even
wondering about what I was doing.

Oh, yes, we re there, Jack.  And as she said it I felt her tongue
licking the length of my semi-hard cock. I let my tongue run wild
along her every widening creases, as she gasped and moaned. Her lips
fastened around my cock and I could feel it swelling inside her
mouth.

No, I ll--- I tried to warn her, recalling my earlier weakness.

No you won t,  she gasped,  I won t let you.

I could feel her tongue exploring the head and I felt so huge inside
her and almost involuntarily I felt my hips thrust to push my cock
deeper into her mouth, while my licking and probing with my tongue in
her wetness got wilder and wilder.

Her mouth came away from my cock and I didn't want it to, I glanced
along the length of her belly and saw her pressing my organ against
her breasts. I couldn't believe what I saw. My meagre hand jobs never
made it look that massive. It had never been so engorged, so fat.

Oh, God,  she moaned ,  Jack, you ve got a wonderful lance here. I
want it inside me.

She sat up and I sat up looking at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes
clouded with passion.

Now, we ll fuck,  she said flatly. It shocked my to hear her use the
word. You must remember this was many years ago when that word was
the worst thing you could say. Yet  there seemed no better way of
saying what we were going to do.

Sadie lay her voluptuous body back on the bed and opened her legs
with the knees raised.  Come on, Jack Just let yourself glide into
me. You ve prepared me good. Now finish me good.

Uncertainly I moved between her legs and she reached down and held my
cock, drew it towards her, guiding, her fingers holding the tip to
direct it into that smouldering orifice that I had just finished
licking out.

I felt the bulbous head of my cock enter and immediately felt the
muscles of her vaginal walls contracting to draw me in. At the same
time I felt that familiar welling from my balls. I was going to
shoot. Christ, before I'd hardly started.

I told Sadie.

She gave me that sexy, smile and shook her head.  No you re not. Not
this time. Not before you ve stuffed me good.  And her hand reached
down and I felt her finger and thumb grip tight around my cock just
above the balls.

I had frozen in fear of shooting my load now she said urgently, You
re all right. Now let me feel that gorgeous prick inside me.

I eased my cock into her as her hand released me. The threat of an
early rush had gone and my rod slid easily right up to the hilt. So
far that I was sure that I could feel the head push against some part
of her deep inside.

But I didn't dare ask, what did I do now? I was inside, deep, deep
into that warm wetness and it was the best feeling I'd ever had. But
now? She sensed my uncertainty.  Pull back ---Not too much---Yes,
there. Now plunge back---all the way

I had eased my hips back feeling my cock being adulated by her
vibrating walls. Now I pushed it back as far as it would go.

Now---again---back--faster---  And her voice was strained, excited,
by what I was doing to her.

I swung my hips back and forward felt my rod working like a piston
inside her.

Hey, I was fucking. This is what it's like. It was better than
anything I could have imagined. The hotness of it, the wetness, the
smells of perfume and feminine musk.

Sadie moaned.  Oh, God, ---I knew---I knew----Suck my tits, Jack.
Suck my tits---

I needed no second offer, pounding away into her delightful crotch
hole I let my lips snap and bite at her engorged nipples.

Sadie was breathing harder than I was, her head tossing from side to
side, her long hair flared across her face.  Ooh, it's there. Oh, yes
Jack. Cum in me.  Cum. Cum now. Do it. Do it  Her voice became a
screech of near desperation.

A dam burst deep inside my balls and the flood poured into my cock,
as with one final plunge I heard my own voice yell something wild.
And I was trying to push the head of my cock up into the depths of
her belly. While her hips rose from the bed to meet me and we ground
ourselves together and groaned and gasped in unison. It seemed like I
wouldn't stop, I felt I was pushing gallons of my cum up into her and
she was taking it so gratefully.

At last we were calm and I lay nestled against her flat, sweated
belly as my cock slowly shrank out of her.

I'd done it. I'd had sex. I'd fucked---and fucked an older woman.

That was a good start,  Sadie murmured, stroking my hair.

Start?  I said, delighted and surprised.

Oh, yes, that's just lesson one. You re a fast learner Jack. But
there are a lot of cold women in the world. You need to know how to
overcome that. But---but how?

Sadie sat up and took my face in her hands, her blue eyes blazed
deeply into mine,  You ve got the potential to become a real love
machine. I might not get all the benefit of that. But a lot of women
in this world are going to be eternally grateful.

And from being the shy boy, in just two hours I'd begun to find the
first confidence in matters of sex and my own body. Begun to know
about the needs of women. More lessons? Yes, so much more to learn.
Sadie would be my eager tutor and I would also hear her own story of
how she discovered her own sexuality. I ve so much more to tell.


                     -- to be continued --


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