Sex Education by Lady T .............. 4

I didn't just see stars. I saw the universe. It was like having an out of body experience, which gave me further understanding into the term, "Little Death," because now I knew what was meant by that. It was like floating above, looking down, watching Lady T as she made love to my dick, treating it like it was some sort of idol to be worshipped, adored, treasured and cared for. And boy did she. It was never the same sensation for very long. Always varied, always different, something new. She stroked it, and didn't, licked it and didn't. And then she mouthed it, often making mewling, even "popping" sounds as she sucked the head, sometimes firmly, sometimes softly, and then nipped at it again with her teeth. (Did I say how much I liked that?) She was driving me insane with pleasure.


And then the tingling in my balls warned me of the inevitable. And being the gentleman that I hopefully was, I informed her that as good as this felt...and did, she best quit doing it before I couldn't stop. But she continued...even more urgently.

"Fuck Lady T, I mean it...I'm...oh fuck, I'm getting so close...so fucking close, I can't...I can't..."

She stuck her finger in my ass.

That was a first for me too. But it wouldn't be the last. I think I died. For a moment anyway. I swear my heart stopped. I know I quit breathing. I know I was elsewhere looking down, watching Lady T sucking this guys dick, watching her swallow the torrent of semen that I somehow knew, sensed and felt racing up his shaft, spilling into her mouth. Except then I realized it was me...it was my shaft, it was my cock that she had devoured, swallowed, half expecting to see her take her mouth away, no longer even having a dick. Which to be perfectly honest, as good as this felt at the moment, would have been perfectly fine with me. If I never had another orgasm for as long as I lived, this one would have topped them all, equaled and surpassed every single one of them all wrapped up into one gigantic, humongous squirt of pleasure.

That's how good it felt.

I collapsed. I entered the twilight zone. I had found Nirvana.

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One of the few nice things about having turned eighteen was the fact I was given a bit more freedom. As long as my school results were good  and certainly graduated in a few weeks, mom and dad didn't pester me nearly as much as to my whereabouts. Knowing they weren't home, I called my mum while Lady T fixed the two of us something to eat. I explained I was staying at a friend's house (which was the truth) though I'm not sure she would have been too terribly excited to discover which friend's house I was staying the night at. Once I made the phone call, I entered the kitchen, still naked...though so was Lady T.

It felt comfortable as hell. And even after three very intense orgasms now...not for her, for me! I still felt my prick lurch just a bit when I walked in and saw her standing there busy at the stove. In a way...in a very remarkable way, it felt like we been doing this for years. And in some ways, we really had...just not naked.

I walked up behind her, kissing her on the neck, my hands on her hips. To my pleasant surprise, she reached down taking them in her hands and lifted them up to her breasts. "Whenever you find yourself in a similar situation again, just walk up and wrap them around me, and grab my tits," she told me. "I miss that."

Obviously she was talking about Akinde, Uncle Akinde, but I was ok with that. I knew she still missed him, obviously they had had quite a remarkable, intimate, sensual relationship while they were together. This side of Lady T that she was only now allowing me to see, wasn't something that just suddenly happened. This was a part of who she truly was. A side of her that she hadn't allowed, or perhaps hadn't dare allow herself to indulge in since his death...for whatever reason.

I stood behind her cupping her breasts, playing with them, and felt my cock stiffening against the fleshy cheeks of her ass. She laughed while she stirred the spaghetti sauce. "You do have one distinct advantage over men my age," she giggled further. "Those recuperative powers of youth are amazing!"

With one hand still stirring, she reached back with her other hand, and then began simultaneously stirring something else. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"The spoon Lady T, you're stirring with a wooden spoon!"

We had a good laugh over that, and then she asked me to go open a bottle of wine so we could have a drink before...and then with dinner. When I returned with the wine pouring us both a glass, she then turned holding the spoon up to me so I could have a taste of her world-class spaghetti sauce. It was in fact delicious, and my mouth was now salivating almost as much for that, as it was for what I hoped we would be having for dessert later.

After having helped to set the table, I turned towards her once again. And again, she stood holding the spoon out towards me, one hand beneath it in order to catch any drippings. "Here, taste this and tell me what you think now."

I walked over, opened my mouth in expectation and looked at the spoon. There was nothing on it, and it wasn't the same spoon still sitting in the slowly bubbling pot of sauce.

"There's...nothing on it," I said looking up into her eyes, which were smiling as I said that.

"Oh yes there is...taste!"

We had a very romantic dinner. Candle light, mood music, wine...and the best spaghetti (pussy sauce) meal I ever ate. We relaxed for a short time letting the meal digest as we retired back into her more comfortable living room, sitting across from one another in chairs as opposed to sitting side by side one another on the couch. We sat sipping our wine looking at one another.

"So Haruna, I'm sure you have a list of things you would like to do...or at least discuss," she began. "So tell me...what is it you would like to experience next?"

She was right about that. I probably had a list of things I always wanted to do, see or experience that would have filled up an entire roll of toilet paper. At least now, I daresay...I could mark off three items from off that list, which had been at the very top. Before I could do that though, she then got just a bit serious on me.

"Haruna? I do need to say one thing though before we continue any further here. I'm not so naive as to think that, what we're at the moment enjoying with one another, is going to be a permanent thing. For one...there's too much of an age difference between us."

I started to object of course...but she shut me off.

"No...please let me finish here before you try getting all gallant on me. That's the truth of it, and as flattered as I am...and as aroused as you've made me, and made me feel like a woman again...this won't last. So let's not kid ourselves either. I have no idea how long this will last, if it will at all. But...as long as it does, I'm willing to take it one day at a time, and only one day at a time...if you are."

She was right of course. Lady T was always right. I never found her to be wrong in anything. And even though I wanted to assure her that I would be by her side the rest of her life, or mine...if she let me, I also knew Lady deep down inside, that that wasn't well likely to happen. I merely nodded in agreement with that, one day at a time...for now at least, was more than I could have ever hoped for.

At least she was grinning again. "Good, now that that's settled and out of the way, let me make a suggestion here, something I think we'll both enjoy doing."

Once again, I was all ears, and ready for anything...and everything.

"You said you have a list...well, so do I. So this is my suggestion, and trust me Haruna, it's not something we should try and accomplish in one night here. For one thing, I'm not as young as I once was, and don't have the stamina to stay up with you, even as young as you make me feel. So...I propose this. We'll take turns...you get to pick something off your list, and then I do. We'll fit in as many as either one of us has the strength for..." she smiled. "And go from there. I doubt seriously either one of us will experience everything we've imagined, or been thinking about, but it might be fun and interesting to find out how many we can accomplish in whatever time it is that we do have together."

I couldn't have agreed more. And said so. And also said, that since she pretty much helped me cross at least three major things off my list already, then it was only fair that she now crossed something off her list. You should have seen her eyes light up over that one.

"Really? You'll do that for me then?" She asked unnecessarily. Because at the moment for her...I could have given her the moon if I could find a way to do it.

"Yes Lady T, my Sweet Lady T," I called her. "Whatever you want, whatever you want to see or do...just name it."

"Well, for starters then, pour me another wine. After you do that...I want to sit here and just watch you."

"Watch me? Do what?"

She smiled. "I want to watch you jerk yourself off."

I was at first a little reluctant (more shy than anything) but as she explained to me, that in watching me, how I did it to myself...she would gain a better understanding in seeing that, and then knowing from it, what it was that I liked, how I liked it. And she also told me to truly pleasure myself...to enjoy it, and not just go through the motions, otherwise...she wouldn't learn anything she couldn't already do for me herself.

Seeing her sitting there, sipping her wine, so relaxed, and yet...obviously aroused, looking at those now very stiff thumb sized nipples of hers, I sat back in my chair, closed my eyes, and began doing just that. It was easier than I thought. Mainly because while sitting there, I was thinking about her, ticking off my list...easily getting past the clothesline episode before I even started thinking in terms of getting ready to climax again. But I actually was enjoying myself too. Especially looking up at her from time to time, seeing the expression on her face, almost serious as she watched me, studying me as I sat there playing with myself. And I didn't just do the ole' up and down thingy either. I really played...toyed, did all the things I normally did to myself in the secrecy, and privacy of my own room. Not even when I had jacked with the guys had I touched myself like this. That was pure expediency, this...hell, this was fucking erotic this was!

"Do that again," she said, speaking the only words that she had up until this point. "Let me see you do that again."

I had twisted the head of my dick with my hand, twisting it hard in one direction, almost palming it, letting go, grabbing, and then twisting it again. It felt good, a bit different, and just enough to add a sense of differing pleasure to my self-playfulness. She liked it, sat up and walked over sitting down on the arm of the chair so she could watch me more closely.

I could smell her. Smell her heat, her aroma. I could see her too of course, especially as she bent her leg, her pussy in all its magnificent glory looking back at me. In addition to everything else, I now had a bird's eye view of her incredible cunt, looking at it, and now actually hearing it too as she began fingering herself while she sat there next to me.

"What else do you enjoy doing to your cock?" She asked lustfully. "Show me Haruna, show me. Show me everything you enjoy doing to yourself."

So I slapped it a bit, spanked it...which surprised and delighted her. She slapped herself, palming her pussy, smacking it...stinging it, which I did. "I like that too," she said, her voice taking on an edge to it that sounded deep...far away. "Sometimes...I like it rough," she then added. "Very rough."

I nearly came hearing her say that. Now truly twisting, two handed...one direction one way, the other direction with my other hand. Alternating twists, listening to the sound my cock was making as I added the decadence of free-flowing pre-cum fuck juice to my self administrations. And she was of course, doing the same. I could hear the succulent sound of her own juice, the squishy, almost frothy sounds she began making, that quick 'squish, squish, squish,' sound as she pummeled her cunt with her fingers. Hand now once again on her breast, capturing and tormenting her nipple. I wanted to suck it so bad...and knew then, seeing that...what my next pleasure would be. I had to tell her, had to share with her my naughty thoughts while I sat here working my prick for her.

"Oh Lady T...I so want to fuck your tits," I said huskily, almost out of breath now...hovering on the edge, slow stroking my cock to orgasm, which I often enjoyed doing when I got so close...not varying the stroke at all, neither speeding it up...just going slowly, all the way through it.

"Oh yes...I'd like that," she breathed back her own words likewise deep, harsh...bordering. "I want to feel you squirt, shoot all over my tits Haruna, while you fuck them. See your big beautiful cock sliding up and down the valley between them, fucking them...fucking my tits Haruna, fucking my soft, slippery, cum-gooey tits!"

I exploded. And then she did. Watching one another, me squirting...cum flying everywhere all at once. And she too. Her pussy erupting, this little fountain of clear pulsating liquid shooting out like someone was sitting down between her legs with a squirt gun. "Squirt...squirt...squirt," it was fascinating to watch. And then I added something else to my list. Maybe not for today...but certainly, something fun, maybe a little strange, but something I definitely added to my list now.


Even I didn't have as much stamina as she had credited me with. After our almost simultaneous, mutual masturbatory climax...we both collapsed, exhausted, spent.

"Come on lover...lets go to bed. To sleep," she assured me, and then led me by the hand into her bedroom. We collapsed in one another's arms, light butterfly like kisses all over one another's faces, until we each drifted off into a sound...dreamless sleep.


I had always loved Sundays. It was the one day of the week that I got to sleep in. I even snuggled deeper into my pillow, and then my eyes popped open, remembering...I wasn't home. I was in Lady T's bed! I rolled looking over, she wasn't there, but I simultaneously heard the sound of the shower running. I grinned, and followed my morning piss-hard into the bathroom.

I stood there for a moment and knocked. After all, the door was closed. I heard her laugh. "Come in silly...we don't have any secrets between us," she said. I stepped in, naturally she was in the shower, the glass was frosted, but not so much that I couldn't see the contours of her body through the glass. But the sound of the water running made it even more urgent for me in having to pee. "Go ahead," she giggled. "I know you need to." She then slid the door open a little, peeking out towards me. "I want to watch," she then added.

I didn't figure this one counted as one of "hers" though I wasn't sure if I was quite ready, or willing yet...to tell her, it was definitely one of mine for some odd-ball reason. But...I stood there straddling the toilet bowl, wanting to be especially careful not to piss over anything I shouldn't ought to be. And then almost pleasurably began doing so as she stood there looking on. I flushed. She yelped.

"Ooops! Sorry!" I grinned. She laughed, and then beckoned me in to join her.

We washed one another, head to toe, and then back again. I took delight in applying her body wash to every square inch of her body, just as she then did to me. It was erotic, sensual, without all the panting. That would come soon enough as I would later discover. But for now, even running my hands through her hair, washing it for her, as she did to mine was something that I never thought would be as intimate as it turned out to be. We were soon both squeaky clean when she turned, and then knelt below me there in the shower, holding her breasts together.

"How about now?" she asked. "Pour some more of that body wash on my tits baby, make them nice and slippery for you to fuck."

I did that, and then watched, felt as she wrapped those twin perfect globes around my hard stiff cock. She masturbated me as much as I fucked them for her. I felt weak in the knees as she slid her tits up and down my prick, even using them to slap my dick a little, then nipple-fucked me, or rather had me nipple kiss her, however you want to look at it. Holding my dick, squeezing the head, watching the little eye-slit open wide like a receiving pair of lips as she pressed her nipple against it, smashing it, rubbing it back and forth over and around. And then back through...once again sliding in between, up and down, side to side.

"Give me your cream baby. Squirt it all over my tits...bathe them Haruna, spunk them...make them all nice white and creamy in your special sauce!"

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