Private Lessons: Part 3

The two days between our first encounter and the second lesson were the longest of my life. I went through the motions of teaching my classes, grading papers, running errands, but my mind was constantly elsewhere—reliving the feel of Ethan's cock inside me, anticipating what I would teach him next, imagining all the ways I could make him moan my name.

I had spent the money from Marcus almost immediately, paying off my most pressing debts and treating myself to a few luxuries I had denied myself for too long—a new lingerie set in midnight blue, a bottle of expensive perfume, a reservation at a restaurant I had always wanted to try. The financial relief was intoxicating, but it was nothing compared to the sexual satisfaction I had experienced.

I had masturbated every night since our first lesson, sometimes twice a day, my fingers or my vibrator bringing me to orgasm while I imagined Ethan's face between my thighs, his tongue exploring my most intimate places. I was insatiable, hungry for more, desperate for Thursday to arrive.

When it finally did, I arrived at the Hartley estate two hours early, my body thrumming with anticipation. Marcus had left a key for me under the mat, along with another envelope of cash and a note: "Lesson two payment. Thank you for everything. -M." I smiled at the thought of Marcus, imagining him picturing his son's education in carnal pleasures, perhaps even listening from the other side of the door.

I made my way to the master bedroom—a room I had never entered before, but one that seemed appropriate for the advanced curriculum I had planned for today. The room was massive, dominated by a king-sized bed with silk sheets and a view of the valley below. I lit candles around the room, creating a soft, romantic glow, and changed into the lingerie I had bought— a matching set of lace bra and panties in deep blue, with a garter belt and stockings that made my legs look endless.

I was arranging myself on the bed when I heard the front door open and Ethan's voice calling out, "Victoria? Are you here?"

"In the bedroom," I called back, my voice sultry and inviting. "Upstairs, first door on the left. Come find me, Ethan."

I heard his footsteps on the stairs, slow and hesitant, and then he appeared in the doorway. He was wearing gym clothes—shorts and a tank top that showed off his lean, muscular physique. He must have gone for a run before coming home, because his skin was flushed and glowing with sweat, his hair damp and tousled.

"Wow," he breathed, his eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. "You look... incredible."

"Thank you," I said, patting the bed beside me. "Come here, Ethan. Today's lesson is about the art of oral pleasure. I'm going to teach you how to eat pussy like a pro."

His eyes widened, but he approached the bed without hesitation, his arousal already evident in the bulge forming in his shorts. "I've never... I mean, I've seen it in videos, but I've never actually..."

"That's why I'm here," I said, taking his hand and pulling him onto the bed. "To teach you. To guide you. To show you exactly how to make a woman scream."

I pushed him back against the pillows and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I ground against him slowly, teasing us both. "First," I said, leaning down to kiss him, "we need to get you out of these clothes."

I stripped him efficiently, pulling off his tank top and shorts until he was naked beneath me, his cock standing proud and thick against his stomach. I admired him for a moment—his young, firm body, his eager expression, his cock that was already leaking precum from the tip.

"Beautiful," I murmured, then slid down his body, trailing kisses along his chest, his stomach, his hips. I bypassed his cock, instead moving lower, kissing his thighs, his knees, his calves. I wanted to tease him, to build his anticipation, to make him desperate for my touch.

"Victoria," he groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Please..."

"Please what?" I asked, looking up at him from between his legs.

"Please touch me. Please suck me. I need... I need you..."

"Not yet," I said, crawling back up his body. "First, it's your turn to learn. I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a woman with your mouth. And then, if you're a good student, I'll reward you."

I rolled off him and lay back against the pillows, spreading my legs wide to give him a perfect view of my pussy. I was already wet, my lips swollen and glistening, my clit peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.

"Come here," I commanded, crooking my finger at him. "Get between my legs, Ethan. Look at me. Learn me."

He scrambled to obey, positioning himself between my thighs, his face inches from my most intimate place. I could feel his breath hot against my skin, and I shivered with anticipation.

"Start slow," I instructed, my voice trembling slightly with arousal. "Kiss my thighs. Tease me. Build the anticipation."

He followed my directions perfectly, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my center but never quite touching where I needed him most. I moaned and writhed, my hands in his hair, guiding him, urging him on.

"Now," I gasped, "lick me. Softly, slowly. Explore."

The first touch of his tongue against my pussy was electric. I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily, and he hesitated, unsure if he had done something wrong.

"Don't stop," I moaned. "That was perfect. Keep going. Lick my clit, Ethan. Suck on it."

He dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue exploring my folds, circling my clit, dipping inside my entrance. He was clumsy at first, too eager, too fast, but I guided him with my hands and my voice, teaching him the rhythm I liked, the pressure I needed.

"Yes," I hissed, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Just like that. Right there. Don't stop. Make me come, Ethan. Make your teacher come."

He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking my clit in rapid strokes, his fingers sliding inside me to curl against my G-spot. I was panting, my body tense with the approaching orgasm, my nails digging into his scalp.

"Faster," I demanded. "Harder. I'm so close, Ethan. Make me come. Make me scream."

He obeyed, his tongue working my clit with increasing speed and pressure, his fingers pumping in and out of me. I felt the explosion building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly, and then I was coming, my body convulsing, my screams echoing off the bedroom walls as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

He didn't stop, continuing to lick me through my orgasm, drawing it out, making it last until I was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him. Only when I pushed gently at his head did he pull back, looking up at me with a proud, satisfied smile.

"Did I do good?" he asked, his chin glistening with my juices.

"You did amazing," I breathed, pulling him up to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it only turned me on more. "Now it's time for your reward."

I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, positioning my pussy above his cock. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I was greedy for more, desperate to feel him inside me again.

"Watch," I commanded, looking down at him as I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. "Watch me take you inside me. Watch me fuck you."

His eyes were locked on the place where our bodies joined, his mouth open in awe as I sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. We both moaned, the sensation of fullness overwhelming and exquisite.

"Touch my breasts," I instructed, placing his hands on my lace-covered chest. "Play with my nipples while I ride you."

He obeyed, his fingers finding my nipples through the lace, pinching and rolling them as I began to move. I rode him slowly at first, grinding my hips in tight circles, then faster, harder, bouncing on his cock with abandon.

"Yes," I moaned, my head thrown back, my hands braced on his chest. "Yes, just like that. Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me hard."

He thrust up to meet me, his hips slamming against mine, his cock hitting deep inside me with every stroke. I could feel another orgasm building, the friction of his cock against my sensitive walls driving me wild.

"Play with my clit," I gasped, grabbing his hand and guiding it between us. "Rub it while I fuck you. Make me come again."

His fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles as I rode him harder, faster. The dual sensation of his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit was too much, and I screamed as I came, my pussy clamping down on him, milking him, demanding his release.

He groaned, his hips thrusting wildly, and then he was coming too, his hot cum flooding my pussy as he cried out my name, his body trembling beneath me.

I collapsed on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. We lay there for a long moment, joined together, basking in the afterglow of our shared pleasure.

"That was..." Ethan started, then trailed off.

"Lesson two," I finished, lifting my head to smile at him. "And you're getting better every time. One more lesson to go, Ethan. And then you'll be ready to conquer the world."