Archive-name: 3plus/newlez.ff

Archive-author: M. Bee

Archive-title: Learning Experience, A





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.

     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.    



     

"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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