A LEARNING EXPERIENCE

A Somewhat Reluctant Confession by M. Bee


     When it comes to sex, I've always perceived myself as very 
open, sophisticated, adventurous, erotic and fairly aggressive, 
in a lady-like way. I have a very healthy sexual appetite and 
usually find a way of getting what I want when I want it. And 
what I wanted, several months ago, was Eric, an English professor 
who joined our department at the beginning of the Fall term.

     The first time I met Eric, at our weekly staff meeting, I 
was immediately taken not only by his obvious intelligence, but 
by his quick wit and easy, self-effacing humor. The fact that he 
was extremely handsome, very tall and muscular with a lean, 
athletic kind of build was certainly a bonus, but the fact that 
he was black somehow made him even more appealing. 

     Under the guise of explaining our unusual curriculum to him, 
I invited him to dinner at my home the following Saturday night 
and he happily accepted. I couldn't wait for the weekend and 
literally counted the hours waiting to get that black stud in bed 
with me.

     Saturday night finally arrived and after showering and 
preening for two hours, I carefully selected my wardrobe to best 
show off my figure without appearing too obvious. Since I have 
very large, firm breasts with very prominent nipples, I decided 
on a silk beige blouse and matching high-slit wraparound linen 
skirt. I almost always go braless and the blouse, although not a 
see-through, was very clingy and revealing and the smooth silk 
fabric constantly brushing against my nipples always kept them 
wonderfully excited. I also decided on a very sexy lace 
garterbelt, sheer stockings and my highest, sexiest black heels. 
Obviously swept up in one of those moods, I thought, "what the 
hell", and at the last minute decided to remove my French cut 
lace panties. Checking myself out in the full length mirror, I 
knew that if this outfit didn't do it, nothing would.

     The doorbell rang, I quickly checked my hair and makeup one 
last time in the mirror and raced to answer it. The moment I 
opened the door, my bubble instantly burst. It was Eric, casually 
dressed in a sexy linen jacket, open shirt and incredibly tight 
designer jeans, looking better in person than he did in my 
fantasies. But, to my surprise and consternation, he was not 
alone. With him was a very pretty, young, petite Caucasian woman 
whom he introduced as Karen. His wife.
 
     After my initial shock, and doing my best to mask my 
disappointment, I graciously invited them in. We chatted amicably 
and I took their drink orders, retreating quickly to the privacy 
of my kitchen where I finally allowed myself to quietly vent my 
exasperation. A few seconds later, Karen came in, offering to 
help. Painting on a smile, I showed her where the hors d'ourves 
were and she moved down the counter to get the tray while I got 
our drinks.
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Š     As Karen gathered the tray and napkins, she looked at me 
curiously, smiled, and, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Eric didn't 
tell me you were so beautiful."

     Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I returned her smile 
and what I wanted to say was 'Eric didn't tell me he was 
married', but instead, I accepted the complement and returned 
one. She was really a delightful, bubbly young woman and although 
I was now resigned to sleeping with my trusty vibrator that 
night, I realized that at the very least the dinner and 
conversation would not be a total loss.  

     Between the three of us, we drained two bottles of wine 
before dinner and were becoming more than a little giddy. As I 
opened and poured the third bottle of wine, I suddenly realized 
that every time I bent over, both Eric and Karen got more than an 
eyeful of my sizable breasts swaying beneath my blouse. It may 
have been the wine or even an unconscious act of revenge, but 
even after I realized it, I continued to flaunt my tits for Eric. 
And I was enjoying it immensely. 

     The evening actually progressed very nicely. Karen, I 
learned was as intelligent and as witty as Eric and not quite as 
young as I imagined. She had beautiful long blonde hair done up 
in a French braid and was, I couldn't help admitting, an 
extremely attractive woman. She was also warm, gracious, open and 
spontaneous - easy to know and even easier to like. By the end of 
dinner we were talking like old friends and truly enjoying one 
another's company.  

     After dinner, when I returned to the living room with our 
Brandies, Eric and Karen were standing at the bookcase thumbing 
through one of my books of erotic photographs. The particular 
book they had found was a volume of beautiful color plates of 
women loving women. Although I am not remotely a lesbian, or even 
bisexual, I've always found those photographs to be extremely 
erotic. And from the bulge in Eric's tight jeans, he must have 
thought so, too.

     "I like your taste in...literature," Eric grinned as I 
handed him his drink.

     I'm sure I blushed as I stammered, "It's research for a 
course in American Eroticism I was thinking of teaching." And I 
took a big gulp of my Brandy.

     "Anything you say, Mickey," Eric chuckled and they moved 
over to the sofa with the volume. 

     It was immediately obvious to me that the pictures didn't 
faze Karen in the least. Sitting there, Eric turned the pages 
slowly and they casually exchanged comments about the women in 
the photographs. Without thinking, I drifted over to the sofa, 
sat down next to Karen and looked at the pictures with them. 

     Eric flipped another page and Karen suddenly put her hand on 
his to stop him. She studied the photograph and exclaimed, "God, 
Eric, look at her breasts, they're gorgeous." He nodded his 
agreement and Karen turned to me and said, "some women are so 
lucky to have such nice tits. I'm so damn small on top." 

     "I always tell you, honey, it's quality, not quantity," Eric 
laughed, "isn't that right, Mickey?"

     "Not when you can have both," I replied too smartly.    
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Š     "See," Karen admonished Eric, "Mickey's right. And look at 
her, doesn't she have the most fabulous figure?"

     "Yep," Eric agreed, looking directly at me, "how could 
anyone not notice that body."

     "If I had breasts like yours, Mick," Karen continued, "I'd 
never hide them. I'd probably go topless to the supermarket."

     "I never tried that," I laughed, "but it would sure be hell 
around the frozen foods, wouldn't it?"

     "Not to mention the old ladies who like to squeeze the 
melons," Eric added with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

     We all laughed at the image I suddenly realized that the 
lascivious direction the conversation was taking was actually 
turning me on. Eric turned another page in the book and 
reflexively, Karen and I both leaned over to get a better look at 
the photo. It was a beautiful photograph of two nude women lying 
face to face on a satin sheet, looking into each other's eyes, 
tentatively touching the other's nipple. 

     "God," Karen whispered, "this is really turning me on."

     "You, too," I giggled selfconsciously?

     "Yeah. I've never done anything like that. Have you?"

     "No," I said, shaking my head.  

     And then Eric looked at both us with a sly smile forming on 
his lips and said, "Mickey, do you have a Polaroid camera?"

     More than surprised, shocked, really, Karen and I glanced at 
each other knowing exactly what Eric had in mind and we both 
simultaneously seemed to shrug 'why not?'. I took another healthy 
sip of Brandy, and smiling sheepishly, replied, "No, but I do 
have a video camera." 

     It all seemed to happen so quickly and easily. We moved into 
the bedroom and, giggling like nervous teenagers, we set up the 
camera and tripod and jury-rigged some lights. As Eric finished 
setting up, I went back to the kitchen for yet another bottle of 
wine. Alone in the kitchen, I desperately tried to collect my 
thoughts and composure, but I was so excited and aroused, I felt 
I was moving in a daze.

     Shaking, I returned to the bedroom, ready for anything. Eric 
had taken off his jacket and was finishing adjusting the camera 
while Karen turned down the quilt on my kingsize brass bed. In 
anticipation of my night alone with Eric, I had changed the 
bedclothes into my sexiest satin sheets and pillowcases.  

     Throwing both our feminist politics and our caution to the 
wind, Karen and I agreed that Eric would be the "director" and we 
would be his willing "porn stars", obeying his every "creative" 
whim. And Eric wasted no time exercising his authority as he 
ordered us on to the middle of the bed. Karen and I nervously but 
dutifully complied and sat there, giggling with more than a 
little nervous embarrassment, as Eric focused the camera.

     He had turned the television toward the bed and, like a TV 
monitor, I was able to watch us come into focus as Eric zoomed in 
and out trying to get just the right framing. Karen and I both 
mugged playfully for the camera, until Eric, taking charge, said, 
"Okay, ladies, show time. Let's start with a kiss."     

     This was it. My mouth went dry and I could hear my pulse 
pounding in my ears. Neither Karen nor I were sure how to proceed 
and we just looked at each other, hesitating. 

     "Oh, come on," Eric chided us, "how tough can it be to kiss? 
You've both done it before."

     He was right. How difficult could it be? And Karen's sexy, 
pouty mouth was certainly eminently kissable. So, swallowing 
hard, I leaned into her and slowly brushed my lips across hers. 
In that moment, I learned two crucial things about myself. First, 
I was not as sexually liberated as I thought I was, and second, 
the thought of actually making love to this beautiful, gentle, 
young woman while her incredibly sexy husband photographed us 
made my head spin and my heart pound in excitement. And then 
Eric's voice invaded my thoughts.

     He had stopped the camera and was looking at us, shaking his 
head with a smirk on his face. "You call that a kiss? C'mon, Kar, 
I've seen you kiss Bogie with more passion than that."

     "Who's Bogie," I asked curiously?

     "She...she's our cat," Karen giggled.

     Eric and I both laughed and he said, "See...what's the 
difference? Kissing a pussy is kissing a pussy, isn't it?"   

      Karen laughed, too, and blushed, averting her eyes from 
mine. Still laughing nervously myself, I put my hand on her 
shoulder, reassuring her as Eric went back to the camera and 
rewound it.

     "Okay ladies," Eric shouted with mock authority, "once more, 
from the top, this time with feeling." 

     I smiled at Karen and whispered, "do you want to?"

     She smiled back, nervously, and nodded. I could tell from 
her look and from breathing that she wanted to as much as I did 
so, assuming a more aggressive role, with my hand still on her 
shoulder I leaned in and kissed her again, allowing my lips to 
linger a little longer and harder on hers than before. We both 
closed our eyes and savored the moment.

     I had never sexually kissed another woman before and now 
nearly cursed myself for not doing it earlier. Karen's lips were 
so incredibly soft, so totally unlike kissing a man. I couldn't 
believe how exciting and arousing it was. Reluctant to break the 
spell, I slowly and sensually moved my lips back and forth across 
Karen's, feeling the softness of her mouth as she kissed me back.

     "That's it, that's right," Eric encouraged us, "kiss her, 
baby, turn her on."

     It was good to hear Eric's voice, reminding me of his 
omniscient presence, but neither Karen nor I really needed much 
more encouragement. Growing more excited, our mouths opened 
simultaneously as we tentatively, hesitantly sought each others 
tongues. As we slowly and tenderly explored each other's mouth, 
Eric continued offering encouragement, but his words and his 
voice just seemed to fade in the distance as I began losing 
myself in Karen's heavenly mouth. My nipples stiffened 
precipitously and I could feel the familiar tingle of my juices 
welling up deep, deep within my womb and begin to flow like icy-
hot lava down the walls of my tunnel. I didn't want this to end 
and prayed that Karen felt the same way. Then, as I drew her 
warm, wet tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it, I heard her 
whimper faintly and I knew, I knew she wanted it as desperately as 
I did.
          
     After what seemed a lifetime, we finally tore our lips apart 
and just looked at each other somewhat astonished. Her lips were 
glistening with my saliva as I'm sure mine were from hers. And 
then we just laughed and hugged each other, turning our faces to 
Eric for his approval.

     "How was that," I finally gushed, trying to catch my breath?

     "Not bad, not bad, uh, let's try it again from another 
angle." Eric was so turned on, he could barely speak. The bulge 
in his jeans had grown perceptibly and it was impossible for him 
to conceal it. But comfort triumphed over embarrassment and he 
finally just shrugged and laughed and reached down to his groin 
to rearrange the position of his cock. And then, trying to act 
casually, said, "Okay, ladies, come on, where were we?"

     "In heaven," I responded.

     "Then shall we return?"

     "Yes, let's," I whispered, more to Karen than Eric, and I 
turned to kiss her again. 

     The ice had been broken with our first kiss and this time we 
just melted into each other's mouth. Our tongues quickly began 
their urgent dance again and this time Karen sucked mine into her 
hot mouth. Our passions grew quickly and in a matter of seconds, 
Karen was whimpering again, trying to draw more and more of my 
tongue into her hungry mouth.   

     "Yeah, right, beautiful," Eric whispered, "okay, Karen, put 
your hand on Mickey's tit."

     Still kissing passionately, Karen hesitated and then slowly 
reached up with her free hand and barely laid the palm of her 
hand against the side of my breast with her fingers nearly 
touching my back. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her 
hand through my flimsy silk blouse and I loved the softness of 
her touch. Wanting more, I turned my body against her hand, 
filling it with the fullness of my breast. Karen whimpered again 
and just held it lightly.

     "Christ," Eric exclaimed. There was no doubt he was as 
excited as we were. "Okay, now squeeze it, baby, go ahead, 
squeeze it."

     And Karen did. Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned 
softly, deep into her mouth, and she squeezed my tit harder. I 
laid my hand on top of hers, guiding it up to my pounding nipple 
and we caressed it together. But it was not enough. I reached up, 
pulled my blouse open and exposed my naked breast to her touch 
and Karen's fingers glided over it as if she was polishing a 
fragile, cherished possession. 

     My desire for Karen became overwhelming. Whatever women did 
to other women, I wanted. I wanted to feel her body next to mine, 
holding me, squeezing me, becoming part of me. Reluctantly, I 
broke our kiss, smiling as Karen's lips hungrily sought to 
recapture mine and she groaned a childlike groan of disappoint-
ment. She had a glazed, angelic expression on her face and could 
barely catch her breath. I'm sure I was the same.

     "I want to make love to you," I breathed and began 
unbuttoning the last few buttons of my blouse. 

     Karen nodded, unable to speak or catch her breath, and 
removed her hand from my breast. As I pulled my blouse off and 
untied the belt of my skirt, we kept searching each other's eyes, 
ignoring Eric, who, at this point was strangely silent. With my 
blouse off and my opened skirt barely draped over my stocking-
tops, I reached for Karen's sweater. Without a word, she raised 
her arms and allowed me to pull it up over her head in one 
motion.

     Karen's breasts, although much smaller than mine, were 
exquisitely shaped and very firm. Her nipples, which were as hard 
as rosy red marbles, pointed upwards from the upper slope of her 
breasts rather than the tips. "They're beautiful," I whispered to 
her, drawing my fingertips down her chest to her stiff, white 
tipped nipples and guided my fingers around the puffy, burgundy 
red circles of her swollen areolas.

     "Pinch them,  Mickey," Eric suddenly sputtered, focusing the 
camera into a closeup of Karen's nipples that filled the TV 
screen, "pinch 'em, she loves that."

     Following Eric's instructions, I cupped Karen's lovely tits 
in my hands and slid my thumbs and forefingers up to hernipples, 
capturing them and squeezing them gently. Karen shut her eyes and 
groaned loudly and I leaned in to kiss them. Karen whimpered as I 
kissed first her left nipple and then her right, noticing how 
truly sensitive they were. 

     A few moments later, I relinquished her nipples and let my 
fingers drift further down her taut body to the waistband of her 
jeans, unbuttoned it and struggled to get the zipper down. But 
because we were still sitting in the middle of the bed, getting 
it down gracefully was absolutely impossible and we both laughed 
nervously.

     Karen smiled and whispered, "Let me do it." And scrutinizing 
my eyes, she got up and stood on the bed next to me and teasingly 
unzipped her fly. "Now try it."

     Grasping the waistband, I wriggled the tight jeans over her 
hips and slid them down her slender legs. As I did, her tiny 
sheer white bikini panties slid partially down her hips too, 
unintentionally exposing a fringe of pubic hair. Karen's first 
instinct was to grab her panties, but then, after a moment's 
hesitation, instead of pulling her panties back up, she subtly 
turned her body toward me and sensuously slid them down her legs.    

     Standing over me as she was, Karen's pussy was no more than 
six inches from my eyes. And it was beautiful. Except for a small 
tuft of wispy, baby fine blonde hair on top, her cunt was as 
hairless and smooth as the day she was born. And I was fascinated 
by it, transfixed by the sheer, floral beauty of her thick, pouty 
vaginal lips glistening with her sweet, fragrant juices. I don't 
know what possessed me, but I couldn't control myself. My hands 
went up behind her and I caressed her small, firm ass. Then, 
suddenly, I pulled her hips forward and slowly brushed my lips 
through her soft pubic patch.  

     Even more surprised than I was, Karen lost her breath and 
shuddered. She had to grasp my head to keep from falling, but 
rather than move away, she thrust her hips forward, pushing her 
cunt harder against my mouth and I brazenly kissed and nibbled 
her wet pussy, inhaling her thick, rich, feminine aroma. It was 
my very first taste of another woman's cunt. And I was hooked. 
Wanting so much more, I withdrew my lips from hers, grabbed her 
hands and eased her back down on the bed next to me. As I did, my 
untied skirt fell open, finally exposing my flared, sopping pussy 
to Eric, Karen and the camera. But I was too far gone to care.

     Unlike Karen's, my puss is blanketed with an inordinate 
tangle of thick black pubic hair. When I was younger, I used to 
trim it into a neat triangle, but so many lovers had told me how 
much they loved my copious bush, I just let it grow naturally. 
And now, framed by my lace garter belt and stockingtops, its 
effect was not lost on Eric and Karen.

     When Eric saw it, he exclaimed, "Oh, shit," and nearly 
knocked over the camera trying to focus in on it. 

     Our passions momentarily diverted, we both got up on our 
elbows and glanced over to Eric as he valiantly tried to 
rearrange his massive prick trapped in his jeans. From the 
outline on his crotch, I could only imagine the size of the 
monster he had hidden away and wondered how petite little Karen 
could possibly accommodate him. 

     As Karen lovingly caressed my tits, she glanced dewey-eyed 
at her husband and smiled. "Honey," Karen breathed, "why don't 
you just take them off. At this point I doubt Mickey would mind, 
would you?"

     "Hardly,"  I confirmed, barely looking at Eric as I 
concentrated on the wonderful feeling of Karen's hands on my 
tits.
 
     "Bless you, lady," Eric exclaimed and in a flash, he pulled 
off his shirt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled them off, literally 
sighing with relief.

     When I finally looked back at Eric, I thought I had died and 
gone to sex heaven. Eric had the most incredibly beautiful body I 
had ever seen. His wide chest was tight and smooth and muscular 
and tapered to his perfectly flat stomach and narrow waist. And 
he had a great ass: high and round and tight. But what really 
took my breath away was his cock. Under his jeans, Eric was 
wearing a skimpy black nylon thong pouch that did little more 
than support his huge balls and direct his stiff prick upwards. 
But his gorgeous, ebony pole was so big, at least six or seven 
inches of it protruded straight up, out of the pouch, practically 
reaching his naval. 

     I literally gasped in astonishment. I tried not to stare, 
but couldn't help myself. I had never, never in my life been this 
aroused. 

     Karen caught me staring and it was her turn to smile slyly. 
"Like you said before," she gloated between short, excited 
breaths, "nothing beats quantity and quality." And then, teasing 
my incredibly sensitive nipples between her fingers, she leaned 
into me and once again we began kissing passionately. 

     What followed for the next forty-five minutes was a complete 
blur to me. If it wasn't for the video tape which I have watched 
countless times, I couldn't possibly remember the details. But 
the joy that ensued, the absolute ecstasy of it is still, to this 
day, unforgettable.

     Completely ignoring Eric and the camera, Karen and I kissed 
incessantly, hungrily, passionately and then just slowly and 
sensuously melted into each other, groaning and whimpering; we 
were both just this side of sobbing for joy. Our stiff, acutely 
sensitive nipples met, rubbed each other and then our tits 
crushed together. Our bodies glistened with silky perspiration as 
we squeezed each other, rolling on the bed; our bellies touched, 
our legs intertwined, our pubic bones began grinding together, 
our juices mingled, and still we kissed. Our hands slid down one 
another's sweat dampened back and we cupped and squeezed each 
other's ass. This was what love making was intended to be. 

     We stopped kissing only to catch our breath, but our bodies 
stayed entwined, breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt. 
Looking deep into each other's glazed eyes, we both knew how much 
we wanted each other, but neither of us could verbalize it. So I 
made the first move.

     Pulling away from Karen, I began kissing and nibbling and 
licking my way down her beautiful body. Her hands left my ass and 
she placed them gently on my head, guiding my descent. My mouth 
moved savagely around her tits, licking, lapping, sucking. I 
found one of her nipples and drew it deep into my mouth, flicking 
my tongue over the tip, feeling the pounding pulse beat in her 
nipple with my lips. Gently, I bit her nipple, but as my teeth 
cautiously sank into her rigid bud, she moaned so loudly I 
thought I had hurt her, but then she began gasping the word "yes, 
yes, yes" over and over again. And I did the same to her other 
nipple.

     With her hands still on my head, Karen pushed me lower. I 
began squeezing and tugging her nipples between my fingers as I 
trailed my tongue down her flat, salty stomach, stopping at her 
little pubic tuft. But Karen's hands were insistent, pushing, 
urging my face lower as she parted her thighs widely in 
anticipation. The sweet, pungent aroma of her juices filled my 
nostrils, overwhelming me. For a moment, I just stared at her 
beautiful cunt, watching her fragile, inner lips opening like a 
blooming rose covered in dew. And I knew I had to have her.  

     Shifting my position, Karen raised her knees and I moved 
between them, caressing her soft inner thighs with my hands. I 
parted her legs even wider and slowly lowered my head between 
them. I then slid my hands beneath her ass, raising her hips 
slightly, and covered her pussy with my waiting, eager mouth. And 
as if it had a mind of its own, my tongue slowly, tentatively 
invaded her burning hot, velvety smooth slit. It was incredible. 
It was my first taste of pussy and I savored every nuance of it.

     Closing my eyes, I slowly drew the tip of my tongue up her 
labia and then all the way down to her little pink, puckered 
asshole. Karen screamed. Her entire body shuddered. Her hands 
left my head and slid beneath my mouth; she pried her lips apart 
and pushed her cunt against my mouth urging me to move deeper 
into her.
 
     Imagining my tongue was some fantastic cock, I began 
screwing her with it, rotating my mouth and tongue hard against 
her velvety soft pussy as I burrowed deeper and deeper into her, 
grinding into her tight, hot tunnel. I closed my mouth around her 
hole and began sucking her sweet, slippery juices. Karen screamed 
again and I moaned in empathy, knowing exactly what she was 
feeling. Her hands flew back and she began thrashing wildly, her 
whole body bucking as she rotated her hips harder and harder 
against my mouth. 
     
     Karen was on the verge of cumming and I was never so 
determined in my life to make a lover cum. Still lathering her 
sweet, sensitive slit, I moved my hands up and slowly worked my 
middle finger into her. My God was she tight, much tighter than I 
was. The hot, dripping walls of Karen's tunnel seemed to grasp 
and hold my finger as I rotated it deeper and deeper into her and 
her hips gyrated wildly against it. Karen groaned loudly, 
animalistically, urging me on. Still finger fucking her, my lips 
found her inflamed clit and I drew the warm, slippery bud into my 
mouth. Furiously, I flicked my tongue over it, back and forth, 
around and around; I was lost in a virtual feeding frenzy.

     Each breath Karen drew became louder and more demanding. Her 
thighs suddenly clamped so hard on my head my ears rang. Her 
hands clawed and pulled my hair. And then, as if time stood 
still, Karen drew in one long, loud, screaming breath and froze, 
her entire body went rigid, waiting, waiting, waiting...and then 
she came, screaming, groaning, whimpering, losing all of her 
breath at once. And then she came again, crying, locking my head 
between her soft thighs.         

     Completely drained, we both rested for a moment, trying as 
best we could to breathe. Karen's drenched pussy was still so 
sensitive, even the slightest movement of my head caused her 
entire body to shudder and tremble. A few moment later, she 
parted her thighs and I felt her hands on my head, pulling me up. 
I slid up her sweat glistening body, folding myself into her 
waiting arms and kissing her gently. Karen pulled away slightly 
and her tongue washed over my face and lips as she licked her own 
juices from my flushed skin. Neither of us could talk. It wasn't 
necessary. 

     As we lay, body to body, pressed together in pools of 
perspiration, I knew I never wanted this night to end. And then I 
felt Eric's firm hand on my ass...and joyfully realized that the 
night was just beginning. But that's another story...

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