Catalina Loves

I guess it’s the teacher part of me, lying dormant for the summer, that has me thinking lately about what it would be like to teach a younger man how to be a good lover. You know, the whole Mrs. Robinson/The Graduate thing. With the exception of one man, all of my (male) lovers have been older than I am. Yet, the idea of that youthful exuberance and vitality appeals to me.

My latest fantasy goes something like this: I’m at a party with my husband, who introduces me to a friend of his. He is a younger man, really intelligent, and really good-looking. He tells me he just graduated from college last year, and I do the math and figure he must be about 24 years old. That’s certainly too young for me, and yet I am attracted to him. My husband excuses himself for a few minutes to go talk to his boss who has just arrived, leaving me alone with young Blake. We talk about our common interests in travel and politics while I pretended to not notice him stare at my cleavage. I ask him about his recent experience in college and we begin to swap tales of fraternity parties and wild days. He confesses that while it seems like he must have been pretty wild that in fact, he is pretty shy and not very confident as a lover - saying that he’s pretty sure his girlfriend is faking it. He asks me if I ever fake it, and I laugh and say, “Are you kidding? I don’t have to fake it. My husband can make me orgasm in 3 minutes, and then do it again and again until I beg him to stop.” He is very curious and asks me a lot of questions about our sex life, which I answer honestly and frankly, giving him details. He tells me the girls that he’s been with are uptight and don’t enjoy doing the things that older women do, and that he actually prefers MILFs to co-eds.

I look around and feel like everybody in the room knows what I’m thinking at that minute. Do they see that I’m lusting for your enthusiastic tongue to learn how to please a woman? I feel like I’m giving myself away. I suggest that we go outside to have a cigarette and get away from everybody. He obediently follows.

Outside we are alone in the shadows next to the house. There is a line, and I know where it is, and I cannot and will not pass it without my husband there. In the meantime though, I walk right up to that line and reach across it. I pull him close to me and I say, “If you want to see how it is done, then find my husband and tell him” and I kiss him on the lips. He kisses me back. I stop him and put my hand on his crotch, grabbing his balls gently, and say again, “You know what to do, now go.”

I walk back into the party and I see the two of them talking. I can tell by looking at my husband that he knows what I have in mind. He and I have been talking for a while now about my desire to share our bed with another man again. I walk up to both of them, standing at the point of the triangle that we make, and ask, “Well, is it almost time to go home?”

“Yes, Kitten. Anything for you,” he says to me.
“Blake, why don’t we give you a ride home?” he says to Blake.

We all three say our goodbyes, saying we have another party to go to, and leave early. Instead of another party though, we go home. We go straight up to our bedroom when we get home, there is no dilly-dally. My husband leads me and I lead Blake. We are all sitting on the bed and my husband begins to rub my shoulders, brushing my hair out of the way, kissing my neck. I close my eyes, but I am very aware that Blake is watching intensely. My husband moves his lips from my neck up to my ear and whispers, “Stand up and take off all your clothes, and be sexy about it, Catalina. Your performance determines whether or not you will be spanked in front of our friend.”

I stand up and unbutton my blouse slowly, taking my time with each button. When I have completely finished, I turn around and face the other direction and take off my shirt, leaving only my back exposed to the two men. I reach my hands behind my back and undo my bra and slip each strap off of my shoulder, throwing it to the floor in front of me. I again reach my hands behind me and unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my thigh-high stockings and a pair of heels. I turn around, showing myself to them both.

I walk back over to them. “Good Girl, Kitten. You did a great job. Look at how hard you made him.” He has taken out his cock and has started to touch himself. My husband tells Blake that he is a very lucky kid, because tonight he is going to have the pleasure of fucking his wife, which is a rare privilege. Then he instructs me, “I want you to fuck Blake and teach him how to make a woman cum. ” I say nothing more than, “Yes, Daddy.”

I feel my dominant side come out as I push him back and hold his hands over his head. I kiss his neck and move down to his chest toward his nipples, licking each one. He lets out a soft moan. I continue to move my tongue down him, releasing his hands. I suck his cock, but only long enough to show him how it should be done. I drive him into a frenzy with my experienced mouth and soft lips, sucking him deeply into my throat like no girl has ever done. When he is almost ready to cum, and it doesn’t take long, I stop him. “Well, Blake, this is why you aren’t pleasing women. You have to be more in control of yourself. You can’t cum yet. You haven’t even fucked me.”

“Be nice, Kitten. He is young. He doesn’t know. You have to teach him”
“Yes, Daddy.”

So I say to Blake, “I am going to roll over and I want you to spread my legs like you know what you’re doing, and please me with your tongue.” Blake says nothing and goes straight to the V created by my legs and dives in. “Slowly at first. Try to flatten your tongue a little and lick me.” He actually is very good at oral sex and I am surprised, he is as skilled as he is eager, but I still give him some pointers, “Now gently put in one finger…. now two…. now three….” and when I am just about to cum, my husband appears and puts his cock in my mouth. I cum, but I am unable to scream because my mouth is filled completely. I am unable to say anything. My husband tells Blake, “That’s just the first orgasm. Now fuck her. She likes it hard and she likes it rough. This is where you go from being a boy to a man.”

I am fucked by them both, my husband in my mouth and Blake in my pussy. Soon I cum again and then my husband is ready to cum, and I swallow his load happily. Seeing me swallow him causes Blake to cum, and he pulls out to cum all over my stomach. I lie down, sandwiched between the two of them, a hand on each one, and begin to drift off to sleep with a little smile.