Just Say ‘Thank You’ Ch. 2

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature – do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

* * * * * * * * * *

The caller ID said the call originated from Noni’s house. I rushed to answer it, but was nonchalant in answering.

“Hello.”

“Hi, it’s me.”

It was Noni.

“Can you talk?”

“Yeah, but just for a minute.”

My wife was somewhere in the house and I knew I’d get the ‘Who was it?’ question. Even worse, she’d have the chance to check one of the many caller ID boxes scattered throughout the house before I could clear them. I erased the one staring me in the face.

“I found you a new student. For your lessons.”

“What? Are you serious? I mean -“

“I have a good friend named Tracy, and she’s got this, like, problem. I think you can help her.”

“So, assuming I go along with this, where am I going to hold this lesson?”

“You can do it at my house. My folks are going downstate to my dad’s alma mater for a football game this Saturday. They’ll be gone all day. My kid brother has soccer and then he’s staying overnight at a friend’s house. How’s that?”

“Very efficient. Say, do you plan on being there, as a chaperone?”

“Yeah, why, isn’t that cool?”

“I guess. I really hadn’t thought about it.”

Another lie. If I was going to have a new student, and I do mean have, then I didn’t really want an audience. Maybe I could get Noni to participate in a three way? Not likely. I didn’t want to share her.

“Okay, so what time?”

“How about 10?”

“In the morning?”

“Yeah, Tracy and I have a double date that evening and we’ll need time to get ready.”

A pang of jealousy? Noni on a date with some awkward high schooler who couldn’t begin to treat her the way she deserved.

“Okay, I’ll be there.”

I made a feeble excuse to my wife. I knew it was feeble as it came out of my mouth. Still, it passed. I arrived promptly at Noni’s.

“Hi, Mr. Marcus. Come on in.”

Noni was wearing an tight tank top and cutoff jean shorts. She showed nipples and lots of shapely leg.

“You’re looking really good today, Noni.”

“Thank you.”

Noni got an A.

“Mr. Marcus, this is my best friend Tracy.”

Tracy stood up from the sofa. Although her young face with small features caught my eyes first, they were immediately distracted to her chest. For her size, her breasts were oversized, even bigger than Noni’s. She wore an large t-shirt and jeans.

“See, Non, he can’t help but look at my tits.”

I finished the introductions.

“Hi, I’m Harvey Marcus. So, what is so wrong with me admiring one of your more obvious attributes?”

“You see, Mr. Marcus, that’s the problem,” said Noni.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like Tracy to tell me.”

Noni bit her lip. It was very sexy. I sat down on one side of the couch. Tracy sat back down at the other end, facing me. Noni backed up into an upholstered chair opposite the sofa.

“It’s just that all the guys I go out with are obsessed with my breasts. All they want to do is squeeze them and kiss them and sometimes put their things in between, you know.”

“Commonly called a tit fuck.”

“Uh, yeah. Anyway, a girl has other needs, right? But they’re done before I’m even started.”

“Don’t you find their attention to your tits exciting?”

“I don’t know. They’re so rough on them. I could show you marks from my last date. They still haven’t healed.”

I hoped that wouldn’t be a hollow offer.

“So what do you do, when they focus their attention on your tits?”

“I tell them to stop it. Of course, they don’t pay any attention. They keep going until they, uh, spurt.”

“Well, that’s one part of your problems.”

“What is? My breasts? I won’t go in for reduction surgery, if that’s what you mean.”

“Oh no. I’d never suggest anyone take a knife to those gorgeous tits.”

“These? Gorgeous?”

“You’re supposed to say ‘Thank you’,” whispered Noni.

I glowered at her.

“Tracy, the problem is that you’re telling your dates what not to do, but you’re not telling them what to do.”

“You mean I have to give them instruction?”

“Well, after all, they’re not mind readers. They must not have any idea of what you want, or I’m sure they’d do everything they could to please you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Communication is a vital part of a man casino şirketleri woman relationship, especially during love making.”

“See, I told you he could help. Mr. Marcus is smart about this stuff,” said Noni.

“So now what?” asked Tracy.

“Now you practice, right Mr. Marcus?” said Noni.

“Yes, Noni, thank you for helping.”

I turned my attention to Tracy.

“If you’d like, we could role play. Like I did with Noni. She told you what we did?”

“Oh yes, in detail. I think you just wanted to get into Noni’s pants and all that stuff about lessons was a crock.”

I was hurt. She was partially right, of course. But my motivation with Noni was well beyond just sex.

“But talking to you, it seems different. Yeah, I’m willing to practice. A little. Just so you understand, I’m not here to have sex with you.”

“Of course, Tracy. So, let’s get started.”

I moved over to her side of the couch.

“What usually happens, I mean, when you’re out on a date?”

“The guy will put his arm around me, and then slide his hand down to cop a feel.”

“So, what would you prefer?”

“I’d like him to keep his fucking hands off my tits for a change.”

Strong words. Tracy was now using tits, my word, instead of hers, breasts. A small step.

“But you still haven’t told him, I mean me, what you do want. You see, a negative statement reduces the possibilities but doesn’t provide direction. I want you to focus on your feelings and your body and tell me what you want me to do, to make you feel good.”

“Well, maybe a kiss would be nice.”

“Mr. Marcus is a good kisser,” said Noni.

“Let me be the judge,” said Tracy.

I let my lips lightly touch Tracy’s.

“Hmm, that was nice. Nobody has ever kissed me so gently before. And you didn’t slobber.”

We repeated the process several times. Our lips fluttered against each other.

“You kiss very well, Tracy.”

“Oh, I guess I’m supposed to say thank you.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Okay, thank you. I mean it, really.”

We kissed some more. It was quite pleasant, but only as an opener for more serious activities.

“So what do you want me to do now? More kissing?”

“No. I want you to pay attention to my legs. Nobody ever pays attention to my legs.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do a very good job, through your jeans I mean.”

“Oh, yeah, this is where I start taking my clothes off, right? Like you did with Noni?”

“It wasn’t like that, Tracy,” said Noni.

“Tracy, this suspicious attitude of yours is really getting old. If you don’t want to continue, we can just stop right here. I’m fine with that.”

I’ll just go home and jag off, imagining your naked body. Tracy looked over at Noni, who nodded a “go on” signal.

“Well, okay. As long as you’re going to do what I tell you. But I’m not taking off my shirt. Keep your hands off my tits.”

“That much is perfectly clear.”

Tracy stood up and slid the jeans down from her hips. She wore bikini briefs underneath. Her hips and thighs were full. Her legs tapered below the knee down to her ankles. They weren’t muscular, like Noni’s. Tracy was going to sit down next to me but I stopped her.

“Turn around once so I can see your lovely legs,” I said.

I also got a good look at Tracy’s ass, barely hidden by the skimpy briefs. I also saw her in profile, and got a sense of just how large her breasts were. Tracy looked at Noni as she did a 360.

“Thank you,” said Tracy after the prompting.

Tracy then took a seat next to me. I put one hand on Tracy’s left ankle and slowly moved up on the outside of her leg until my hand was on her hip. I repeated the procedure on the same leg, this time on the inside. When I got to her knee, I was blocked.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m doing what you asked. I’m paying attention to your legs. And they go all the way up, right?”

“I guess so.”

“Listen carefully, Tracy. I’m trying to give you pleasure. All I ask is that you don’t fight me. Noni was shy and unsure of herself. You, on the other hand, are outright hostile, even to someone who’s trying to help you.”

“Don’t give me that. You’d be just as happy to stick that cock of yours in between my tits and cum all over my face, just like all those other guys.” Not a bad picture, really.

“So I’m presumed guilty. Then what harm is there to continue? In the end, I’m going to prove you right.”

I had removed my hands from her body. Tracy sat and thought for a minute.

“So let me get this straight. You’ll do what I want, to make me feel good for a change. You won’t do anything I don’t want?”

“By Jove, she’s got it. Yes, Tracy, that’s the program. So, are we go or no go?”

“I’ve got a witness. Noni, you heard him.”

“Yes, Tracy, I heard him.”

“Oh, but what good are you? You let him fuck you, for cripes sake.”

Noni folded her arms across her chest. Her breasts rode above them. For just an instant, I forgot about Tracy.

“Okay, slave, give me a leg massage.”

“Yes, your highness. If you’d be so kind as to raise your legs casino firmaları up on this royal sofa, I’ll begin.”

I stood up so Tracy could lie down. Tracy was now flat on the sofa. That isn’t precisely true. Tracy could never be flat, anywhere. She leaned up on her elbows to see what I was doing and keep me honest. I started to touch Tracy’s feet, but she bent her legs and pulled them back from my hands.”

“What is it now?”

“I’m ticklish. Start at my ankles.”

So I did. Ankles, calves, knees, all dutifully massaged with deep penetrating probing by my fingers.

“Well, I have to admit you have good hands.”

“Just like Allstate,” quipped Noni, back from her pout.

I began work on her thighs. I had to kneel in front of the sofa to be in a reasonable position. Bending over was starting to give me a backache. I started on the far outside, where Tracy’s thighs met the sofa. I worked my way upward and towards the seam between her legs.

“Oh, that feels really good. Keep it up.”

Tracy was now laying flat. I was working up and down, from hip to knee. I now had my hands high on the front of her thighs, mere inches from her pussy. I continued my massage. Almost imperceptibly, Tracy was moving her hips. It was only a fraction of an inch, but when I got close to her crotch at the tops of her thighs, Tracy would raise her hips up. It was a waiting game. I kept up the massage, each time getting slightly closer to her pussy but never quite violating her trust.

‘Uh, something is happening to me.”

I kept my mouth shut.

“What is it?” asked Noni.

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt it before.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Well, does it feel good?”

“I don’t know. It feels weird, like a tingle.”

“Oh Tracy, you’re getting turned on. See, Mr. Marcus knows just what to do. Don’t you?”

“Tracy, do you want me to continue?”

“Oh, yes. Keep massaging me. Oh, there it comes again. Noni, did you feel like this?”

“Yep, I sure did. It felt like an itch that needed scratching. Kind of a throbbing that needed to be touched.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what it feels like. Oh my, it’s getting stronger.”

“Your orders, your highness.”

Tracy paused.

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt if you touched a little closer to my, uh, you know…”

“No, I promised I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. You should be specific, so there’s no misunderstanding. Communication, remember?”

“Oh, all right, I’d like you to touch me between my legs.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Tracy spread her thighs, giving me open access. As requested, I gently placed my hand over her panty-covered cunt and left it there. Unmoving.

“Why don’t you move it around a little?”

“Because you didn’t ask me to, that’s why.”

“Okay, I want you to massage my pussy.”

“Fine by me.”

I used my fingers to press the cotton against her flesh. Her panties were getting damp. I moved my fingers as if I was playing scales on a piano, drumming them across her sensitive areas.

“Oh, that’s good. That’s really, really good.”

Tracy’s hip movements were more pronounced.

“Oh, the itch is growing. It’s getting worse. I thought you were going to make it better.”

“I’m only doing what you asked.”

“Tell him to rub you, in the center,” suggested Noni.

“And get finger fucked by this perv? No way.”

Yet Tracy was still thrusting her hips up against my drumming fingers, desperately trying to satisfy her need.

“He doesn’t have to go in, he just needs to rub you. Don’t be stupid, Tracy. Let him give you the pleasure you deserve,” said Noni.

I was sure glad Noni stayed.

“Can you do that? Can you rub me without putting a finger inside?”

“Yes, I can do that, if you’d like.”

I was trying to be cool. If either of them examined my pants, they would have seen my erection giving me away.

“Yes, oh yes, rub me, oh rub me now.”

Tracy was getting desperate for some relief. I used my middle finger to push the damp cotton in between her wet cunt lips. The presence of the material easily forced me to keep my word.

“It’s not enough. I need to feel it against my skin.”

Tracy took my hand by the wrist and lifted it up, shoving my hand down her panties.

“There, rub me now. Hurry, rub me before I go crazy.”

Now it was much more difficult. I spread her cunt and moved my finger up and down her moist opening, taking care not to penetrate. I was lucky to find her clitoris, hidden deep within the folds of skin. Tracy’s hips levitated higher off the sofa than her previous movement.

“Wow. Whatever you just did, do it some more.”

“You mean, stimulate your clitoris?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Tracy kept bouncing. I now had three fingers moving up and down between her outer lips, giving her more to feel.

“I don’t want to irritate you with my fingers. You’re pretty moist, but that pleasurable sensation could turn to pain if I rub too much.”

“Well then, keep rubbing but make sure I stay moist.”

“Are güvenilir casino you sure?”

“Why do you keep asking that? I said it, didn’t I?”

I didn’t do what she expected. I slid her panties off as I pulled my hand back. With both hands, I swung Tracy’s legs off the sofa. She was shocked but too distracted to object. I ducked my head under. Tracy was now sitting up, one of her legs draped over each of my shoulders. As quick as I could, I moved my face into her crotch, replacing my fingers with my tongue.

“What are you…oh, oh, oh yes, yes, oh, that’s it, you…”

I guessed I had overcome her objections with my deft performance.

“Oh, this is…this is great…I’ve never…oh, keep going…more…”

I kept it up, as Tracy thrashed on the couch, reacting to my tongue licking and probing all over her privates. Her hips were moving forward and back against my face. I heard Tracy hold her breath as she squeezed her legs together, mashing my head between her thighs. Then she let out her breath with a low moan. Slam, release, slam, release. My ears were taking a beating. Tracy’s legs went rubbery. They slid from my shoulders.

“Oh man. That was awesome.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh no, thank you. I had an orgasm, right?”

“Yes, at least one.”

“Noni, it was as good as you said. Even better. Wow, I’m pooped. So that’s my lesson, right?”

“If you want it to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when we started this, uh, lesson, you were complaining about how boys didn’t meet your needs.”

“Right. So, now I know what I want them to do. The same as you just did for me. They’ll do it, right?”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll be happy to eat your pussy. Some of them might even try to give you an orgasm in the process.”

“So this is a good thing.”

“Yes, but remember it takes two to tango.”

“Tango?”

“Yes. Shouldn’t you have some concern about doing what the boys want you to do?”

“Nah, fuck ’em. Oh, I don’t mean it that way.”

“So as long as you get your rocks off, who cares about how they feel?”

“Right.”

“I assure you, word will get around that you’re a blue ball bitch, and guys will avoid you like the plague.”

“They will?”

“Yes. Remember how you described the boys who took advantage of your tits and cared nothing for your feelings. There’s nothing worse for a guy than getting all excited and then having nothing get done about it.”

Noni looked over at my pants. Finally.

“See, Tracy, Mr. Marcus got all hot and bothered, bringing you off. Now, what’s he supposed to do?’

“Well, you’re his sex partner, you do something about it,” said Tracy.

It was a great idea, but wrong for all of the right reasons.

“What, and Noni is going to come along on all of your dates and take care of the boys you get all excited?”

“The hell I will! You know what kind of reputation I’ll get?” said Noni.

I wasn’t serious, but Noni’s response was a nice touch.

“So, what are you telling me, exactly?”

“That the lesson isn’t over. Both parties need to work to satisfy each other.”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Perv, now I’m supposed to suck you off or something? I knew this was a scam, Noni.”

“I brought you satisfaction, didn’t I? I did what you wanted, didn’t I? Did I complain? Did I say you were scamming me, just to get an orgasm? Think about it.”

Tracy was confused. She was still sitting there, naked from the waist down, legs spread, and the smell of her sex rising up from between her legs.

“Okay, so what do I do now?”

“Nothing. Never mind. You’re not doing this in the right spirit. At least now, you’ll be able to get some sexual gratification on your dates. I guess I’ll be leaving now. I see you later, Noni.”

I got up and headed for the door.

“Tracy, this isn’t right. What are you going to do tonight with Billy? Don’t you think it’s only fair for Billy to get some pleasure tonight, especially if he gets you off like Mr. Marcus did?”

I was walking as slow as I could without being obvious.

“Hey, Mr. Marcus, come back. I guess you’re right. I was being a bitch. I’m selfish sometimes. I know it. We can continue the lesson if you’d like. I’d like to learn the other part. You know, about how to give my date pleasure.”

“Okay, if you want to.”

I walked back to the sofa near Tracy. Noni was leaning forward in her chair. She wanted another look at my penis. She wouldn’t have long to wait. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. My partial erection made a small lump in my jockeys.

“I admit it. I got aroused while I was bringing you pleasure. You are very sexy. What man wouldn’t get excited, kissing and touching you?”

“Thank you.”

“Can we touch each other, please?” I asked.

Tracy stood up and put her hand on my jockeys and held my penis. I put my hand back on her naked cunt. Tracy must have identified our unequal condition, because she decided on her own to put her hand inside my jockeys and hold my erection. If I wasn’t up by then, the touch of her small, smooth hand had me at attention.

“Stroke me, please.” I asked.

Stacy had done this before, no matter what she’d told Noni. She was quite adept at making every movement count. In response, I was fingering her pussy. Tracy didn’t complain.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32