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Sharon's Koans
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl


Gwen had worked herself up to this over days, had calmed her nerves with
drink and then waited a day to sober up. Yet, Sharon's objections weren't
anything like she'd expected. Though she certainly had objections.

"I don't know, Mrs. Townsend. Young Ted has always been kind to me." She
didn't object to the affair with Ted's father being mentioned, a no-no in
the family. She did object to giving Gwen the advice she needed. "And, of
course, every man is different. The office gossiped about what I had with
Brian, I know that. But they merely guessed about the things you're asking."


"That's a string of objections, Miss Russell. I'll, if I may, answer them in
order." Gwen hadn't been out of college so long that she'd lost her skill at
remembering the ideas of a lecture right after she'd heard it.

"First. Yes, Ted was nice to you. I don't think I've ever been rude, except
-- perhaps -- with this question; but we've almost never interacted. If I
were asking you for help in blackmailing my husband or in forcing him in
some way, you would be quite right to refuse me. It would be an insult to
your loyalty to his father among other things. But I'm not asking your help
in hurting him. I'm asking your advice in how to please him.

"And I'm sure the two men are different. I'm not asking what in particular
you did with Mr. Townsend. After all, you didn't know his particular desires
in the beginning. But you did know something about pleasing a man, keeping a
man. You knew something, which, quite frankly, Ted's mother didn't know. And
you were able to apply that to the man you chose to apply it to. Well, I
don't want to end up the way his mother did. They were happy once; I've seen
the wedding album. Ted is happy. I want to keep him that way. I don't think
it was a coincidence that you kept his father happy."

"I'm not sure that I kept Brian happy. There was much sadness in him."

"But you kept him happier, or made him happier. Ted noticed his father's
change as a child. He didn't connect it to you for decades, but that's one
reason he was as nice as he could be to you when he was an adult. How do I
keep Ted happy?"

"Very well Mrs. Townsend."

"'Gwen,' please." Sharon Russell couldn't be fond of the name 'Mrs.
Townsend' considering how Ted's mother had treated her sometimes, and always
tried to treat her. And Gwen still felt like 'Gwen' and not like 'Mrs.
Townsend.'

"Very well, Gwen." And Sharon laid out what she understood of men. Gwen
didn't have a tape recorder with her, and she didn't take notes at the time.
When she left however, she drove to a coffee shop and put the advice in the
back of a college notebook. She'd never look at her sociology notes again,
but the book was certain not to arouse Ted's, or anyone else's, curiosity.
Sharon had said a lot, but she summarized each piece of advice in a
sentence, sometimes a couple of words. Almost, Gwen thought, koans. She
wrote down the koans; those would remind her of the entire advice.

1) His identity.

2) Love me, love my cock.

3) Catch a dog.

4) Needs you for one thing.

5) Go with what you've got (X3).

6) Baby?

Gwen figured that she didn't have to do those in the order that Sharon had
laid out. For that matter, numbers 1 and 3 were quite general. She didn't
think you could design something particular to embody either one of them.
"Men's identity is in their sexuality. If they fail in everything else, they
think they've failed sexually, and -- thinking that -- it often becomes
true. On the other hand, when they fail sexually, when they are denied
sexually, every other success doesn't compensate. I can't believe that an
impotent president or dictator is happy." She'd also said, "When I was a
kid, I had a dog. A neighbor boy stopped me one day when I was chasing her.
Pointed out that I could never catch her, but she could catch me. So, I ran
away until she decided that the game was catching me, which she did easily.
Men are like that. You don't catch them; if you want them, they catch you."
Gwen could see how that was good general advice, but not some single way to
use it. She decided to start with number 5.

"Was Ted your first?" Sharon had asked suddenly.

"Not really." Not at all, but that was a damn personal question. But she had
asked Sharon Russell a lot of damn personal questions.

"But you're near enough a beginner that he's way ahead of you. Okay, go with
what you've got. Let him know that you want him to teach you how to please
him. I went with what I had, which was different." So much for personal
questions. "But this gives you three advantages. You have shown interest in
pleasing him. He is a teacher, and men like authority. When he wants
something different, he can come to you. You don't really want him going to
somebody else, do you?" And she didn't.

---

"What do you want?" she asked Ted that night.

"Well..." He stopped unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought we would... I mean I
thought you enjoyed it, too."

"Sex? With you? I certainly do." Let's keep that clear. "But I didn't really
think you'd suggest a hot game of canasta instead. Do you want me to
continue taking off my clothes, or do you want to do that for me? You used
to do that. Do you want me to take off your clothes, or do you prefer doing
it yourself? Y'know, as you said, I've enjoyed what we've done. But you've
done more than I have. I might even enjoy something a little different than
I've done before. I would certainly enjoy seeing your pleasure."

Ted took off the rest of her clothes, and he took advantage of every new
access with hands as well as eyes. When she removed his clothes, he kept his
hands on her to the point it sometimes interfered. Well, speed wasn't a
priority. She hung up each piece, since he seemed to enjoy watching her.
Their glasses clicked against each other in the last kiss. She laid hers on
the night stand before getting into bed. She'd ask him another day whether
he preferred her in a nightie or in the nude.

"Stop!"  he said. Huh? She remained bent over with one knee on the mattress.
He came up behind her and kissed each bottom cheek. "I love your ass."

"Well, I'm glad. I love your kisses, too, though my favorites aren't back
there." Although she had intended to give him the lead, he took that comment
as a suggestion to kiss her face and breasts. "Yes," she said as he kissed
her left nipple. She only sighed as he kissed her right one.

"Roll over." He pushed her, and she rolled to her belly. His hand on her
bottom was holding her down as those fingers parted her cleft. "Ah!" he
said. It must have been in response to touching her wetness; she could
certainly feel how she was flowing now. Then he was kissing the back of her
neck. The kisses trailed all the way down her spine, one vertebra per kiss.
Those on the top were very sexy. The lower ones were less arousing, but
knowing where the path was headed aroused her in a different way. When he'd
given her a wet, smacking, kiss in the middle of her back, he kissed her
bottom cheeks again.

Then his hand lifted. He was moving towards the foot of the bed, and she
turned her head to watch him. He got between her legs and lifted her hips.
If he'd wanted her to turn over, he should have waited to get between her
legs, but -- this night -- she wasn't going to point out anything like that.
When she struggled up on her knees, his hands stopped her. He was kneeling
behind her and she felt her cheeks clutch in fear of that intrusion. Well,
she really didn't want him going to somebody else.

Instead, he parted her lower lips and slid into the usual place.

"Oh, Ted." He seemed bigger like this. Maybe he was bigger, more excited.
One of his hands went to her left breast. The other stroked the front of her
delta. "Let me..."  She moved her hands to the headboard. "Okay." He moved
back and forth, out and in. She pressed back against him and pushed against
the headboard when he pressed in. Somehow, her arousal spiraled more
rapidly. She felt the fire rise just where he was stroking within her. Then
it burst into a flame throughout her body.

When next she was aware of the outside world, she was bent over with her
head awkwardly pressed into the corner where the mattress met the headboard.
Ted was lying on her and pulsing within her. Finally, he rolled to her left.
She took a deep breath before rearranging herself and finding a pillow. They
were lying on their sides facing each other.

"Wow!" she said. "Do you have any other surprises like that?"

"Did you like it?"

"In several ways. Now I know what to expect, I'll arrange the bedclothes so
I end up more comfortable."

"I was afraid when you said to stop."

"Well, I don't think I was communicating too clearly. All I wanted was to
push back against you. I'm sure that if we tried that on a slippery floor,
we'd skate all the way across the room. That was really something."

"You enjoyed it?"

"Delightful, if tiring. I don't know how much of the enjoyment was physical,
how much was just the surprise of something new, how much was being
dominated. What were you? A stallion? A lion?"

"Just the husband who loves you."

"The husband who loves me, yes. There wasn't anything 'just' about that. And
being the husband who loves me, d'you think you could cuddle me to sleep?"
So she turned around and nestled into the spoon. He covered them with the
sheet before holding her right breast in his hand. She decided that she
wouldn't ask the question about whether he preferred nightgowns, after all.
She already knew the answer.

---

They undressed each other on many other nights, and he had her sit on top of
him one night and lie on top of him another. Mostly, though, they were doing
what they'd always done. When he came home from a long day at the office,
went out to a formal dinner in the evening, and came home from that tired,
he didn't want sexual adventures. Still, the fifth koan had been helpful.
Would the fourth do her as much good?

"Really, men can get orgasms without us. They don't need us to be sexy,
although they enjoy it when we are. Your man needs you for only one thing.
He needs you for him to be sexy. Let him know that he turns you on. She'd
tried that on the special nights, but what if there hadn't been enough of
them?

---

It was a Friday. Since they hadn't gone out, they were watching TV together.
When the commercial came on, she got up and sat down in his lap.

"What's up?" Ted asked.

"Just being beside you made me feel romantic," she said. "This is more
romantic." He hugged her and then brought his hand to her right breast. She
was still wearing a bra.

"But, what?..."

"Shhh," she told him. "Just watch the show." They watched it through the
final segment, although he seemed to be paying more attention to what his
hands were doing to her breasts and her legs. When the ending credits
rolled, she got the remote and turned off the set. She began to unbutton his
shirt.

"We do have a bed," he said.

"Well, yeah, but I just wanted to hold you skin to skin." But, even while
she was saying that, she got up and held out a hand to him. When he got up,
she went back to unbuttoning his shirt, walking backwards when he headed for
the bedroom. "Stop me if I'm heading towards a wall."

When they got close, he stopped her with his hands on her shoulders. Then he
picked her up and carried her through the door. She worked on the buttons
until his pants hid the next one. When he set her down, she pushed the sides
of his shirt apart and kissed him through the t-shirt.

"We're still not skin to skin," he said.

"Once you were able to get my blouse off by yourself." With this hint, he
started unbuttoning her blouse. She opened his belt and then his pants. When
those dropped, she finished unbuttoning his shirt and spread it wide. She
pulled her blouse out of her skirt, and then went back to kissing him
through the t-shirt. His nipples responded as much as hers ever had. When he
had the blouse open, she turned around so he could remove it. When he had,
he unsnapped her bra and she backed into him. His hands came around to cup
both breasts.

His head was above her left shoulder. When she turned her head that way, he
kissed her. Neither could get a tongue deep into the other's mouth like
this, but their tongue tips met between their lips. When he broke the kiss,
she reached up over her shoulder to pluck at his t-shirt.

"Lose this, will you?" she asked him. As he let her go to remove the
t-shirt, she turned around. When his arms were over his head and his face
was hidden by the cloth, she kissed his chest. She concentrated on one
nipple until he'd got his arms free.

When he hugged her, she lifted her face into the kiss. While their tongues
wrestled, he hugged her until her breasts were squashed into his hairy
chest.

"See," she said when he finally broke the kiss to breathe, "I told you
skin-to-skin kisses were better." She bent down to suck at his other nipple.

"Lady, you're taking a risk. Keep that up, and you're likely to get raped."

"Impossible!" Although she wanted this session to last much longer, it would
be quite consensual even if he came into her now. "Besides, if I wanted to,
I could escape your clutches." She walked half way around him to show how
hobbled he was by the trousers around his ankles.

She hugged him, pressing her breasts into his back. Then stepped away to
kiss down that back.

"I know you think that I only love one part of you," she said trailing her
hands down his back and butt. "But, really, that wouldn't be anywhere near
as much fun if these ..." she was now stroking his upper legs, which tensed
under her fingers. ",,, weren't driving it in and out." She went back to
kissing his back while she pushed the boxers down.

"We do have a bed, you know." Sure, but the session would end soon after
they got there. Well..."

"Sure, we do." She danced away from him, stripped off skirt, pantyhose, and
panties, and flopped down in the bed on her back with her legs splayed. "We
do, but only one of us is using it."

He was already shuffling towards the bed as she was undressing. He soon
reached it and sat down. Then he struggled out of his tangled clothes. He
stood and dropped onto his side of the bed. She moved her leg to give him
room.

He kissed her. He stroked his hand down over her breast and stomach. When it
reached her delta, she spread her legs and reached down to his hand. She
placed it so the fingers were on her lips.

"Mmm," she said when he raised his head. "Right there."

"Gwen!" he said as soon as he felt her moisture. Her arousal was a surprise?
But he began kissing her breast. She held his head there with her right
hand. She stroked up and down his arm with her left hand while he sucked her
nipple and stroked her clit until she cried out in orgasm. He only paused
briefly; then he began stroking and sucking again. As soon as she recovered,
she used both hands to move his head from her right nipple to her left. Her
right nipple had been getting sore.

"This was getting lonely," she said pressing him against her left breast.

His strokes were beginning to arouse her again, but she wasn't the only one
aroused. He left off stimulation and began to move over her leg.

"Ted. Now," she said. "Please now!" She raised and spread her knees as soon
as he was between them. She used her left hand to spread the lips. He guided
himself between them and thrust. She was filled. As he drove in and out, she
grabbed his butt cheeks with her hand. She managed to rest her heels on his
calves. Her pelvis rose to meet his downstrokes.

She matched his rhythm as he sped up. When she went over, he drove into her
harder than ever. He kept pushing himself into her as he throbbed. When he
collapsed on her, she moved her hands up from his butt to clasp her arms in
a band that hugged him to her.

"Oh, Ted," she said when he moved off. It wasn't a second too soon, as she'd
felt crushed. "I know it gets better when you wait longer, but sometimes
that knowledge isn't enough. Sometimes, I want you -- need you -- in me
right then. 'Sides, if it had been better than that, I might have died from
it." I

It had been good. She had certainly enjoyed herself. But she might be
exaggerating a tiny bit. If so, it was for a good cause. If he felt that he
was sexier in her arms than he was in any others, he'd always stay in her
arms. But she wasn't exaggerating all that much; he was sexy, particularly
when she worked on making him so.

"And what got into you tonight?" he asked.

"It wasn't you? It certainly felt like you. Nobody else ever turned me on
that much."

"You know what I mean."

"Well, I've said that you know more than I do about this, and that's
certainly true. But I know some things I like. And, sometimes, just your
presence turns me on. If we're having dinner at your mother's, I'll control
myself. In our own home, do I need to?"

"Darling." Which didn't sound like he wanted her to hold back.

"Turn away, will you." When he did, she rolled against him and hugged him
hard and then lightly enough so that her nipples were the only parts of her
breasts that touched his back. She still pressed her groin into his butt,
though.

"Want to turn over?" he asked a little later. She turned. When he moved to
press his chest against her, she reached back to fit his cock -- soft but
not completely shrunken -- between her butt cheeks. When his arm went around
her, she held his hand to her breast.

"This is nice, too," she said sleepily.

---

"Love me, love my cock," Sharon had said. "Well, not mine, but his. A man
has only one sex organ. And it sticks out -- he learns to identify with it
much younger than he learns to use it. Inside every man, however mature, is
the little boy who whipped it out in front of the grade-school urinals and
showed his classmates that he pissed standing up like a man. So, however
often you tell your man how suave he is for ordering for both of you off a
French menu, how strong he is for carrying you off to bed in his arms, how
brilliant he is for having developed the sales program which left his
competitors in the dust, how distinguished he looks in his new suit, or how
clever he is for fixing the cabinet door so it stays closed, he is still
going to be wondering: 'But what does she think about *me*?'"

---

"I'm exhausted," Ted said as he came in one night. "And these meetings will
go on for the next two days."

"Poor, dear. Why don't I get you a drink? Enjoy it while I'm finishing
dinner, and then you can go right to bed." She did what she'd promised. Ted
drifted towards the living room after dinner, but she shooed him into the
bedroom. He really had been exhausted. She found him napping in the middle
of the bed with boxers and stockings still on. He woke while she was
removing the stockings.

"Now the boxers," she said. He raised his hips while she pulled them off.
She knelt between his legs.

"I really can't tonight," he said when she began to kiss his thighs.

"And I won't ask you to. But I really enjoy it when you do, really enjoy it
when *he* does." She kissed his cock. "Makes more sense to say 'thank you'
when he can't, doesn't it? Then I don't interfere with him doing it." After
a few more kisses, the cock was straight, if not hard. Poor Ted was *really*
exhausted. She took it into her mouth. Then she held his balls in her
fingers. If the cock was him, the balls couldn't be totally outside his
self-image. Was she tasting a little piss? Well, piss was almost sterile,
and there wasn't enough to overload her own kidneys with uric acid.

"Gwen!" he said as her tongue began to circle the head. Well, he sounded
scandalized but also pleased. It certainly was no reason to stop. When the
shaft got a little firmer, she started putting as much as she could hold
into her mouth. That still required the use of one hand, but the slow pull
of her lips up the shaft to the head was all mouth work. After the third
such stroke, all she needed was to relax her lips and bend down again to
fill her mouth. He got firmer, but also bigger. She felt that she was
accepting less of him on each stroke. She was careful, though, to keep her
tongue sliding along the bottom of the head as long as she could.

"Gwen!" he repeated. He grabbed her hair and pulled her so the cock went in
deeper. She gagged. Then, the cock jumped in her mouth. She felt something
salty hit the back of her throat. She swallowed desperately as he moaned and
clutched her hair harder. His hands dropped, and his body went limp. As the
cock softened, she drew her head back and sucked. The salty taste was much
stronger on the front of her tongue.

She went into the bathroom, rinsed out her mouth with a glass of water, used
mouthwash and then toothpaste. She did the rest of her bathroom chores and
removed her clothes. She hung them up before coming to bed. Ted was still
lying in the middle of the bed with arms and legs taking up most of both
sides.

"Move a bit, could you?" she asked. He rolled to his side. When she got in
and drew up the sheet, he turned and hugged her.

"What brought that on?" he asked.

"Well, like you said, he wasn't going to go where he belongs tonight, and
I've enjoyed him very much. So I should say 'thank you,' don't you think?
But I didn't want to do it when that would interfere with our making love.
Anyway, that wasn't going to interfere tonight, and I was feeling
particularly grateful tonight. I should always, but it's not at the top of
my mind, most times. And, when it is, we're usually too busy. I certainly
don't want to say, 'Quick, take it out; I want to say thank you.' So, I
decided to say thank you tonight. Did I make a mistake? Were you too tired
for even that?"

"Not really, but if you hear my alarm in the morning, make sure I get up,
will you?"

"Sure." And they cuddled into sleep.


The end
Sharon's Koans
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/07/21


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