Sex Ed
Keywords: Sex, Ed,
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My husband and I had quite an open marriage. We were both fairly sexually adventurous and this was reflected in how we both considered it to be ok for us to be going out and sleeping around provided we were completely honest about it and came home and told the other one all about it. In fact, after a while, we found that this recounting of our bedroom exploits with other people became such a turn on in itself that it fuelled even hotter sex between us. We also liked to spice things up by inviting other people into the bedroom with us for threesomes. These were, however, always women. Now, I've always had my slight lesbian tendencies, indeed I've often been of the opinion that the female body is a thing of far greater beauty than the male, many of my own sexual adventures had been with other women, so it wasn't like I didn't enjoy the pleasures of sharing my husband with a hot girl. But still it frustrated me that we could never get another guy involved, my husband was so insecure about his sexuality. This, of course, just made me fantasise even more at the thought of him sucking on a big, fat cock or being taken from behind. I knew that he would love it, every time I told him the stories of the nights I'd spent with other men, how I enjoyed sucking them off, when I described the feel of their cock's sliding inside me, he got such a hardon, I could tell he wanted it. Naturally, when I brought this up, he got even more defensive and masculine and no way would he agree to my suggestion to bring another man into the bedroom. So, I had to content myself with girls.
One night, when my husband was out of town, I went out to a bar where I knew a lot of loose, slutty, often bisexual or just curious women hung out. I sat at the bar and bought myself a drink and turned to check out the talent. One woman in particular caught my eye. There was something about her that looked familiar but I just couldn't place at all where I knew her from. Unlike some of the other women here, who were flaunting there wares, she appeared a little shy and awkward, but this didn't make her any less sexy. In fact, her nervousness seemed to attract a lot of attention from around the bar from both guys and girls. She was tall and skinny with small, round breasts. She had long sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes concealed behind thick black rimmed glasses, her features were soft and feminine and she wore little make up but some pink lip-gloss. She was dressed in a tight red strapless dress with a short skirt that showed off her bare legs and strappy heeled sandals.
There was something about her that was very familiar, maybe she'd been here before but she looked to have the nerves of someone who doesn't come out to bars alone that often and so I decided to go over to talk to her, to save her from all the men that might seek to prey on a sexy, vulnerable looking girl, and maybe to prey on her myself just a little. It was always the shy looking ones who were won over by a strong woman and turned into real dirty bitches when you got them into bed. Besides, there was that something about her, I was determined to remember what she reminded me of or where I might have seen her before.
"Hi, I haven't seen you in here before?" I said sliding into the stool next to her at the bar.
"No, I'm new," she said quietly in a little girl voice, although she looked at me gratefully with a little smile for keeping off the guys, she was obviously still very nervous.
"Well, a place like this is no place for a nice girl like you to be alone," I said, putting my hand on her arm in a reassuring way, "Let me buy you a drink. What's your name, honey?"
"Er...Cindy," she said after a little pause as if the situation was so new to her that she'd temporarily forgotten even her own name.
I bought her a glass of white wine and we took a booth in the corner, with a little drink inside her she seemed to relax a little and to open up but she was only ever really vague when I asked her questions about herself. Still, we seemed to be getting on fine even though there were a fair few long pauses in the conversation as I stared at her and tried to work out where I knew her from, it was the glasses and her eyes, they were definitely familiar, bright blue eyes behind thick dark frames. Meanwhile, I could clearly see in these pauses, her own eyes running all over me. At first, I wondered whether she might know me from somewhere.
"I'm sorry, have we met before, Cindy?" I asked and she blushed and looked down at her feet for a second.
"I don't think so," she mumbled.
"I was sure you looked familiar."
"Like I said, I'm new,"
She looked up at me and now I felt sure that she was checking me out, maybe not out of recognition, maybe she was thinking about me the same as I was about her, mentally undressing me, wondering what it would be like to taste my pussy, which was, frankly, getting quite wet at the thought. I wondered whether Cindy had ever been with another woman before. Frankly, given how nervous she seemed, I wondered if Cindy had ever had sex with anyone before. Well, tonight could be her lucky night. I slid across the seat until we were side by side and put my hand on her knee and began to caress her bare thigh, exposed by the shortness of the skirt of her mini-dress. I looked into her eyes and smiled as they lit up with a not unpleasant kind of surprise, she was enjoying this. I looked into those sparkling blue eyes and suddenly it struck me.
"Oh God," I gasped, "That's where I know you from."
As soon as I said that, her pale features blushed bright red, she slid away from my hand on her thigh and, with a look of fear in those pretty blue eyes, was about to run from the bar. I grabbed her by the arm and tried to force her back to sitting next to me while at the same time being as gentle as possible, I didn't want to cause a scene. I got her to sit back next to me.
"It's ok, I won't tell anyone," I said trying to reassure her and it seemed to calm her down a little.
What I had remembered in that instant, looking into her eyes was just where I'd seen those glasses before, Cindy was my son's maths teacher. Now, you'd think as an attentive parent, and I'd like to think that I am one, I would have recognised my son's teacher sooner, only, the thing is, my son's maths teacher is a guy, Mr. Lawrence. I remembered meeting him at my son's parent teacher night, he was very young, this was probably his first teaching job, fresh faced and boyish, he looked almost too young to be a teacher. His slight frame made him easily intimidated and he was very nervous around me and my husband. The school was a posh private school and the parents could be quite pushy so he struggled to tell us that our son, although a smart eighteen year old kid with a bright future was a bit of a troublemaker and Mr. Lawrence was having trouble controlling him. I guessed he was well aware that that could get much worse if people knew he lived a double life, crossdressing as Cindy. If I told everyone what I saw tonight then he'd be humiliated at school, that is if the pushy parents even allowed him to stay in a job around their precious children. Fortunately for Mr. Lawrence/Cindy, this wasn't at all what I planned to do.
"Don't worry," I said, sidling around next to him/her once again and leaning close so I was practically whispering in her ear, "This can be our little secret. I'm not about to judge. Actually it kind of turns me on."
I could hear her gasp at this last thing as I tickled her ear with my tongue and ran my hand around across her chest and down to her crotch where I stroked across what was obviously some stirring arousal in "her" cock. I leaned further over and began to kiss her on her lips, she relaxed and let my tongue rub itself across her lips and invade her mouth as I rubbed my hands all over her tight body in its tiny little dress. She let out a little, very convincingly feminine moan as I pulled my lips back from hers, her back was arched and her eyes were closed. She was really into it.
I took her by the hand and we headed for the toilets. Inside the ladies, we found a cubicle. I pushed Cindy down onto the toilet and sat astride her legs, kissing all over her pretty face while he/she fumbled to untie my halter top, Mr. Lawrence obviously wasn't very familiar with women and so Cindy was struggling with it. I pulled out of the kiss and undid the straps, I wasn't wearing a bra beneath so my large round breasts spilled out into her face. She looked wide eyed with amazement and excitement.
"Is this your first time with a woman, Cindy?" I asked.
She just nodded, her mouth open, as I pushed one of my breasts into her pretty pink lips and had her suckle on my nipple. My now there was a severe ache of arousal between my legs and I could feel the white cotton panties I wore were soaking right through. This wasn't helped by feeling Cindy's cock, obviously hard and erect now pressing into me through her dress.
I pulled her dress up around her waist to reveal she was wearing a pair of tiny black lace panties, she had pretty good taste for someone not used to being a girl, they were stretched out and the head of her cock poked above the elastic waistband. I stood back and slid her little panties down around her sandal wearing ankles to expose her whole cock. It was by no means that big or thick but it was certainly enough for me. It was already really hard and throbbing and a couple of drops of shiny pre-cum hung on the end. I pulled my own panties aside, pushed up my short skirt and straddled her once more, lowering my warm, wet pussy onto Cindy's rock hard cock. I began to rock back and forth on her as she quivered with excitement and caressed my breasts. I loved the feeling of a hard cock filling me up, but what was even better was that it was doing it while I was making out with and caressing a beautiful girl, our soft bare legs rubbing against each other. I'd never done it with a shemale or a crossdresser before, but I could tell this wasn't going to be the last time.
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Keywords: Sex, Ed,