A Learning Experience


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

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 garter belt, 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

“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

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 self-consciously.

“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
digital 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

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 king size 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,

“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

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

“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 disappointment. 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

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 close-up 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 her nipples, 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

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

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

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 stocking-tops, 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

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,

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

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. F

or 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

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

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

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…