Chapter 4
After that brilliant sex episode with Fred, Clara's entire life changed.
She found out what it was like to receive the kind of wild, uninhibited sexual attention that Fred was willing to provide. After that, she realized that not just any kind of sex would do. After she had experienced what she construed to be the ultimate in sexual enjoyment and enthusiasm, she knew that she could not settle for anything less.
Since her husband Louis was so busy at the hospital, she spent most of her evenings just lying around the house, looking at television, and thinking about that beautiful sex experience with the handsome tennis pro. She could hardly wait until it was time for her next lesson. As soon as it came to an end, she looked enticingly into Fred's eyes.
Fred immediately pick up on his cue. He knew what his breathtakingly beautiful student wanted. He was more that happy to accommodate her.
"I've got one more lesson after this," he said, successfully reading her mind. 'How about meeting over at my place in an hour? As a matter of act, I could give you the key. Why don't you go on up, mix some Martinis, and then we can have some beautiful sex."
"That sounds wonderful."
"We can take a shower together again."
"Do the same wonderful things we did before."
"Right on."
Fred gave her the key to his condominium. She climbed into her Cadillac Seville and drove immediately to his place.
She mixed the Martinis, then waited for him. She decided to have one Martini while she waited. Fred came stalking eagerly into the living room, looking at her and exclaiming:
"I'll have one Martini. Then we can take that shower. I'm so anxious to get in some beautiful sex with you, honey. This is gonna be so glorious. Another nice screw."
He removed his clothes, and as he did, she jumped up from her chair. She quickly removed her tennis outfit, then served him a Martini.
"I guess it makes us feel better to do everything nude style," she laughed, "including sipping Martinis."
"Yes, that's right," he laughed. "So let's go to the shower after we finish."
Fred gulped down his Martini. Moments later they were inside the shower. They took turns soaping each other down, after which they exited. They dried off their bodies, then walked briskly into the bedroom, where they fell into a wild embrace.
He guided her body downward inside of the bed. He reached down and cupped his fingers around her breasts, then slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. Back and forth his tongue kept working, throbbing briskly, twisting and turning as it made its way inside of her mouth. When Fred removed his tongue from his lover's mouth, he looked down at his long cock. He stroked with it ever so quickly, manipulating his fingers over the tip of it.
"I want you to suck me off this time," he told her. "Are you ready for that?"
"I'm ready for anything. After that ass fuck, I learned to accept the fact that sex done any which way can be wild fun."
"Very intelligent reasoning on your part," he laughed. "So let's get into it, sweetheart. Let's really have fun. You have the most fun by completely letting yourself go. By playing it uninhibitedly. Don't you go along with that?"
"I couldn't agree more."
"Damned, you're a real knockout. You're such a beauty. Come on, honey. Just steer your fingers up and down my cock. Play with my dick. Really let your fingers go. Come on, my sweet. Just let them really plunge. Plunge them against my cock. Plunge them against my balls."
She was more than happy to respond. Up and down she slid her fingers as they twisted sharply against his penis. Her fingers kept on making contact with his long, flaming instrument. She worked her fingers up and down his dick for a few strokes more, after which he called out to her.
"Now you can play with my balls," he said. "Come on, baby. Just let your fingers go. Slide them real nice, darling. I want to feel those wild sensations. Those wonderful, groovy sensations that you can give me. Come on, baby. Just run your fingers over my balls."
She manipulated her fingers stirringly against his testicles. All the while, he felt those sparks of sensation in his cock and balls. His balls continued to accelerate as her fingers went to work, skillfully moving back and forth. The faster and sharper that she manipulated her fingers against his testicles, the more excitement that he felt. He loved every hot, stabbing sensation that she sent his way as her fingers continued to glide and maneuver against his balls.
"Start sucking now," he finally asserted. "Come on, run your tongue against my balls, dear. Really let your tongue go. Ohhh, honey, come on, tongue me. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, tongue my hot balls. Baby doll, come on, suck my testicles."
She moved her tongue back and forth, twisting her head from side to side as she manipulated her tongue scorchingly against his testicles. Even though Clara had sucked a few cocks in her life, and had not generally been that infatuated with the art of fellatio, she knew that she loved it when she pressed her tongue against his hard, steely rod. It was Fred's wild, carefree manner that really got to her. It made her enjoy sex in a completely new light, in a way that she had never enjoyed it in the past. The sensations she was deriving from Fred were exceeding everything that she had experienced from her own husband.
"Come on, keep sucking my balls," he sighed. "Just run your tongue against them. Baby, ohhh, I like those feelings. I like those sensations. Come on, my dear. Just run your tongue against my balls. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, you really know how to tongue me. I love those wild sensations. Move your tongue even faster."
Pretty soon Clara was burying her tongue against Fred's balls. She worked it as quickly and as devastatingly as she knew how. A few quick, stabbing, decisive tongue strokes later, she was ready to release her tongue from his testicles.
"Come on, you can suck my cock now," Fed encouraged, his body twitching with each and every eager, blinding tongue stab. "Go to work on my cock, baby. Ohhh, I want you to eat it. I want you to suck me nice. Let yourself go."
Clara's education continued. Every time that she had sex with Fred, she expanded her horizons that much more. Now she was finding out just how much fun it could be to completely let herself go in the act of cock sucking. She wanted to glide her tongue against his cock, to work it skillfully, to plunge it against his hot, ever-so-aroused peter. He could feel the juices building up in his balls, and now it was just a question of time before she sucked him fully to climax.
"Go get me," he gasped. "Come on, baby. Just up and down my pole. You can start slow. Matter of fact, it'll be better that way. We can work it gradually. But then you're gonna bring me off. You're gonna keep it up until I juice. Come on, my sweet. Let yourself go. Baby, come on, suck me. Really suck me."
He moved his hips back and forth, then heaved a sigh. Fred watched as Clara slid her tongue downward toward his cock. As her tongue scraped up and down the base of his instrument, she reached down simultaneously and began to play with his wet testicles, on which she had earlier sucked.
"That's the way to do it," Fed smiled eagerly. "I like that. You're giving me planty of action. Suck my cock, sweetheart. Yes, darling. Ohhh, come on, suck me. Just run your tongue against my cock. Bring me off."
Up and down her head skillfully bobbed. As it did, Fred reached out and stroked her hair. He loved touching her hair, and the longer that he did so, the faster that Clara's tongue manipulated as it moved its way up and down Fred's aroused peter. He could feel the wild itchiness that was overcoming him, and he knew that very soon he would juice. He loved every quick, captivating sensation that he received from the hot, devastating tongue strokes she brought to bear.
"Come on, suck me," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, you're gonna do it. I'm gonna be off. Just keep your tongue moving. Keep it plunging, sweetheart. You can get me off. Ohhh, baby, come on, eat it."
He dug his fingers against her head. Fred loved holding on tightly. He enjoyed the stroking movements that her tongue kept on consistently supplying as it worked its way up and down his hard, agitated pecker.