Sex Education by Lady T .............. 2

Once again she had laughed, but put me immediately at ease. "It's ok Haruna, I've said that one a few times myself," she continued chuckling, though her eyes remained glued to the very obvious, very pronounced erection sticking out of my pants. "I think though...it's probably time for you to return home and perhaps get ready for this evening. Just remember what I told you...if it feels right, then ok. If it doesn't...well then, you've still got plenty of time before you rush into anything."


She actually stood then, walking forward to hug me. (Yeah...picture this), so I'm bending (or bowing if you prefer) trying very delicately here not to poke her in the stomach with what is a very obvious, almost painful erection. She's still chuckling while we do this, giving me a soft little kiss on the cheek as she did. Now that's not abnormal either, but it did seem to linger for like a split second longer than usual, not to mention the fact, bowed/bent as I am, for some reason her fairly large full breasts seemed to press against me a bit more than normally as well. And of course, that did little if anything to squelch the predicament I now found myself in.

I finally backed away, or rather almost pushed away, just as she did, that sweet smile still on her face, and worse, another obvious glance downwards towards my crotch as we did that.

"Maybe...you should do something about that before tonight," she now laughed pleasantly, and even sighed when she said that. "Ah...to be young again," she finished, and then stood there at the doorway waving at me as I hurriedly (somewhat still stooped over mind you) towards my place.

Luckily for me, no one was home, so I managed to make it to my room without any further incidents. But, I had already made the decision to indeed "do something about it" as Lady T had said, even if Ladi and I ended up "doing it" or doing other things later on this evening.

What I now knew however...strange as it sounded. And what likewise bothered me to some extent, was the fact I knew with one hundred percent certainty, that I wasn't in love with Ladi. The person I was in love with...was Lady T.

Once inside my room, I literally tore my clothes off jumping onto my bed. I honestly believe this was the horniest I had ever been, which was odd in a way, as except for a little erotic banter between us, and the kiss...and the feel of Lady T's soft full breasts pushing against me, well hell...there just wasn't much more than that. Certainly not enough that it should have made me this horny, this aroused. And yet...I was. I didn't have one of those monster cocks you're always hearing about. Average sized perhaps, though I was a bit thicker around than most I suppose. But what I was at the moment, was fucking harder than I ever remembered being before. Looking down at my own dick, the head of it seemed to have ballooned up to mushroom size, a dark deep purple color in fact, which was again something relatively new to me. I wrapped my fist around it, squeezing it...watched the emergence of not just one droplet, but a sudden runoff of pre-cum fuck batter, and then did so again, producing yet another pearly little silly string of juice that now clung to my fingers like a spider-web.

After I had spent several long minutes just teasing the shit out of myself, I began pumping it seriously up and down. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing rapidity as my mind suddenly went into overdrive. I now found myself accessing archives that I had long since locked away in memory, not a whole lot of them mind you, and not many that probably most guys would have held onto for their masturbatory fantasy material. But the truth of it was, each and every one of them had something to do with Lady T for as far back as I could remember, and as far back as each and every incident qualified as "cock-throb" material.

I had even gone so far as to catalog them in order of priority. Like the day I went over to help rake up leaves, needing another bag, walking over to ask her where she kept them. She was kneeling down of course, leaning over pulling out a few stubborn weeds with her hand. As she did, her blouse had opened considerably, giving me my first ever look at the smooth softness of those magnificent tits of hers. Unfortunately, she was wearing a bra, though even seeing that, most of it in fact, had sent me running off to my room a short time later.

My second filed away fantasy of hers had been when she tripped and fallen. Maybe it shouldn't have been one under the circumstances, and wasn't at the time as I was genuinely concerned for her. But she just retrieved a bag full of groceries out of her car, turned to head into the house just as I came out. Seeing me, she waved, but in doing so, forgot to look where she was going and tripped over the hose in her yard, suddenly she's falling, groceries spilling everywhere at once. Naturally I ran over to her to help her up, and then help collect the spilled contents now scattered everywhere. This was my second look down ‘mammary lane’, though this time, I had to see both boobs, bra, she hadn't worn one!

As I lay there in bed, pleasantly stroking myself up and down, I clicked off each and every little incident one by one, working my way up to number one as I did so, trying to time the orgasmic bliss I was rapidly approaching before reaching it. That day...that very special day, which was in fact only a few weeks ago now, had made it to the top of the list by leaps and by bounds.

Oddly enough, I had stayed home not feeling well. I wasn't dead-sick, just the sniffles, sneezes and typical cough that good old mom had used in her own concern, to convince me to stay home rather than go to school. (I owe you one mom) I later told myself. Outside, it had started to thunder and lightning, something that always fascinated me, and which I enjoyed watching. Walking over to my bedroom window to look out, it was then that it started to rain and rain pretty hard. Suddenly before I even realized what it was I was looking at, Lady T came sprinting out of her back door into the back yard. I knew then what was happening. She put out several sets of sheets to dry out on the line as opposed to throwing them in the drier, something my mom very often did as well, preferring the smell of wind-dried sheets, just as Lady T obviously did. In a hurry perhaps, or maybe (as I later wondered) having just gotten out of the shower, and then realizing it was about to rain, she ran outside. I saw her turn, starting to undo the clothespins, which is when the wrapper she was wearing, came completely loose. She made no effort to retie it either, the rain truly starting to come down now. But I stood there in my window, (though why I now did this I don't really know) stepping back a little, though still keeping a good eye down on where she was. Both breasts, both of those incredibly beautiful, full bouncy tits staring at me. Each one with humongous (ok, maybe they weren't THAT humongous) but when you're seeing them for the first time, they sure as hell looked like it...areolas. Dark brown and then this small little dark patch between her legs. It wasn't this unruly looking triangle either, but it acted like a beacon to me as I stood there in the window looking down at her. I was seeing her for the first time ever...completely naked!

And then I remember her looking up towards my room. I had stood frozen, looking down at her, wondering if she could see me, had seen me. But she merely looked away, finished pulling down the rest of the sheets off the line, and never once made an effort to cover herself up as she finished doing that. She then turned and headed back inside the house.

It never failed...just before the turn, I erupted, as I was doing now. Needless to say, I came a lot thinking about that moment, but I have to also say...laying there the way I was now, horny as I said I truly was, I began spurting unlike anytime I had ever spurted before in my entire life. It was almost impressive enough that I felt like telling someone. (I said almost). The first few spurts actually surprising me, going well up and over the top of my head, hitting the headboard, if not the wall behind me, (which I later ended up cleaning up after) but after those, readjusting my aim just a little, I was still surprised and in awe of myself as I emptied my nuts against myself, finally having to cup my hand over my dick because it was spurting so much. I even briefly wondered if there was some sort of a valve I'd somehow fucked up, thus allowing my cock to continue to pump out streamers of white sticky stuff as I'd never squirted this much of it in my entire life before. Finally, as it began to ebb, and now just ooze slightly out of the tip, I released my dick, still seeing stars, still trying to catch my breath...and the image of Lady T standing there in her yard looking up at me forever frozen in time as I lay there.

And then my phone rang.

"Fucking A!" I jumped scaring myself to death when I did. "Now what?"

**

It was Ladi, and she was balling her eyes out. "Oh Haruna! Haruna! My fucking little sister!" She wailed uncontrollably over the phone.

It was a day of firsts all the way around. Never once had I heard Ladi cuss like that before. A few sprinkled damns, hells, and even a shit or two once, but never once had I heard her use the proverbial "F" word!

"Calm down Ladi, What happened?"

"She...she...she told mom and dad!"

"Told them what?" I asked as the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood up. I knew her dad, he would  kill me just by  looking  at me, and he was twice the size of any man I knew, so I also knew he could do it too!

"Oh Haruna, Haruna...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ever confided in the little shit, she...she told them about our plans for this weekend!"

I was stunned hearing that, Saadatu, Ladi's little sister could indeed be a pain in the royal ass, and usually was whenever I came over, always hanging around us as though hoping to catch us doing anything. So I wasn't too surprised at that. What I was surprised at, was Ladi actually confiding something like that in her.

"Why did she do that?" I finally managed to ask her.

"Be...because she was jealous that's why! Jealous because mom and dad were forcing her to go with them over the weekend rather than letting her stay home with me. That's why! So she told them! Told them you were coming over after they left, so we could...'do it!'" She all but whispered into the phone. Which then made me wonder just how close her parents were to her as she stood there talking to me, though I'm sure she already had to sneak away just to make this phone call.

"So now what?"

Ladi started bawling again, which took me another several minutes in which to calm her down enough to talk coherently to me. "They...they're, oh god Haruna! They're making me go to my Aunts house for the entire holiday!" She burst out once more. "And they're making me go with them tonight too!" She now added. "I'm...I'm upstairs here in my room packing now, which is the only way I could have a moment to call you...tell you what was happening! Oh Haruna! Daddy said I wasn't ever to see or speak to you again...if I did, if I do...he's...he's threatened to ship me off to some sort of convent instead of University in the after the holiday!"

I was speechless...sad in a way too. And yet...strangely elated.

"I have to go Haruna," she said crying once again. "But...I'll, I'll call. I promise! I'll call you every day, somehow...someway, we'll make this work Haruna. I swear it! I promise! I'll call you!"

So much for Ladi. Though as it worked out, she only called me once.
But that phone call, that moment in history, brought about the most amazing memory, most amazing experience I ever had. And I had no clue it was coming either. Not until two hours later.

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