Maureen expounded on the marvelous powers that tastes and scents could generate during erotic play. She smiled slyly, before excusing herself to freshen and preen. Mr. Rubin relaxed during her absence, musing on the possibilities until the bath door slowly swung open..
Mr. Rubin watched the naked Maureen re-enter the room. She beckoned him to join her next to the bed. He draw near Maureen's smiling perfection cautiously at first but then she took Mr. Rubin's hands and pulled him into her arms. Her breath was minty. Maureen softly heated Mr. Rubin with a cherry lipstick kiss. Her breasts sprawled against Mr. Rubin's chest. Maureen felt his cock rising between her legs, tapping upward along her inner thighs.
Maureen broke off and drew Mr. Rubin atop her as she lay back on the bed. His face was cuddled in her cleavage. Mr. Rubin kissed a nipple, tasted strawberry. He lapped the flavor, causing the little nub to stiffen. He treated the opposite nipple to similar usage, savoring even more strawberry delight.
Maureen gently maneuvered Mr. Rubin lower, inviting him to her nether areas. As he descended, he found a growing aroma of peaches. Maureen had coated her vaginal folds with the sweet scent and Mr. Rubin spent considerable time licking it away with his tongue. Maureen enjoyed the sensations of his cleansing efforts.
Mr. Rubin was hard as a rock and began his ascent to mount up on the talented redhead. Maureen wiggled beneath him as she arranged her body and limbs to welcome his lusty intentions. Mr. Rubin paused at her breasts and finished partaking of the strawberry residue. Maureen urged him up to her face and he smelled the minty breath and tasted the cherry lips again. His cock tip bumped her cunt lips. The soft wetness proved the success of his oral efforts to produce copious lubricants.
Maureen folded her legs around Mr. Rubin's thighs and pulled his knob inside. He thrust a few strokes that easily went the distance to bottom. Maureen moved his face to her ear, burying his nose in her tresses, feeding him the tangerine scent she had spritzed into her hair. Mr. Rubin's nostrils expanded as he breathed in the aroma. He felt his cock expand to its fullest girth as it was tightly buried in Maureen's sexual tunnel. The combination and sequence of biochemical mixtures had taken Mr. Rubin to a very nice place.
The pair jostled and stroked, rubbing their heated bodies together, mixing the flavors and aromas in a cloud of fragrance now enriched by Maureen's seeping musk. The room echoed with groans and moans, squeaks and shrieks until the paramours reaped the choicest harvest of the orgasmic orchard.
Maureen smoothed Mr. Rubin's back until he reawakened from his lingering ecstatic torpor. She gently laid him sideways, fluffed the covers over them and cuddled his face to her boobs as he spun off into a well-earned journey to dreamland. She hoped he dreamed of her. She wanted to be his perpetual dream.
During the night, Maureen awoke and silently left the bed. She filled the aerator scent capsules with a flowery mix, attuned to her plan for Mr. Rubin's morning revelation. Maureen rejoined him, lying at his side, her tits close enough to feel his breath grace their velvet smoothness. Occasionally she would arch her back, brushing her nipples against Mr. Rubin's lips. He would pucker and kiss gently, other times suckling a few swallows. She was pretty sure Mr. Rubin was dreaming of her. Maureen smiled at Mr. Rubin's coupling of his dreams and real world contact. She liked that and eased off into her own light doze.
Maureen awoke to wet warmth on her nipple. The first scent capsule had kicked in and the room smelled of lavender. That was the initial step of the aphrodisiac bouquet to follow. She saw Mr. Rubin was fully awake and engaged in his favorite pastime: sucking her tits. Mr. Rubin had succumbed to her strategy for his morning bliss. She let him suckle and play, the lavender pheromones subconsciously rousing the unwitting Mr. Rubin.
The scent changed. The air smelled of poppy. Maureen rolled Mr. Rubin on his back and mounted his thighs cowgirl. She handled his growing erection and locked his gaze. She encouraged Mr. Rubin to join her in deep breaths. The floral stimulant gave both partners an opiate boost in heart rate. The better blood flow engorged Mr. Rubin's handheld erection. Maureen gently rubbed with finger tips to stimulate his man-meat even more. She played for a long time, holding him at an elevated level of lust. Mr. Rubin was ready but Maureen waited for the final aphrodisiac flower chemical that would help her to join him completely.
It arrived with a light whiff, then a growing intensity. Morning glories exuded a biochemical which caused small contractions and tremors within a woman's vagina. Maureen looked skyward, inhaled the intoxicating odor and felt a small twinge tickle her cunt. It was time. She remained looking up and blindly rooted her hips over Mr. Rubin's groin. Holding him in position, she plunged down and settled at the bottom.
Maureen felt the stimulant induced ripples start slow and weak. She breathed deeper and the contractions rippled further and faster. Maureen added long slow strokes to the movements. Mr. Rubin lay still, allowing Maureen complete control of the sequence. The sensations of her rippling cunt playing up and down his shaft was like nothing he had ever experienced. The opiate poppy catalysts still coursed through his blood. Despite his prior ejaculations, his racing heart pushed his nerves to a hard cum. Mr. Rubin shot a stupendous wad of sperm deep inside Maureen.
Afterwards, the lovers lay resting; Maureen draped contented over Mr. Rubin's weary body. The scent of chamomile whiffed about them; the calming chemicals loosening their post-orgasmic tensions. The lolled in bed until mid-morning.
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Maureen helped Mr. Rubin into swimwear before leading him forth to the pool deck. A light buffet lunch was spread nearby. Many students and other Guest Coaches were sampling and browsing, recovering energies, sitting in small groups at umbrella tables. Maureen and Mr. Rubin joined another pair, the student a lovely young black lady. Like Maureen and nearly all the other students, she sat indifferently topless as the conversation ebbed and flowed over everything and nothing. Mr. Rubin saw Evelyn approach to his side.
"Mr. Rubin, is everything okay? Has Maureen taken good care of you?"
"Splendidly..."
"Well, it's time for you to rotate your roster and I'm next. Would you all excuse us for the rest of the day?" The gentlemen stood as the farewells were exchanged.
Evelyn took Mr. Rubin's hand and led him across the pool deck. She stopped and Mr. Rubin turned to ask why. Evelyn placed her hands on his chest and gave a mighty push. Water spouted 10-feet-high as Mr. Rubin splashed down on his back in the pool. Evelyn jumped in behind him.
A shocked Mr. Rubin surfaced and swept the water off his face. Evelyn was there, laughing. She playfully splashed him and waded away. Mr. Rubin gave chase. He found himself suddenly surrounded by four topless, wet females, giggling, smacking water spurts at him, appealing for him to become their next session for his Guest Tutoring. A small audience of Guest Coaches gathered at poolside to watch the fun.
Mr. Rubin was game for this game and willing to share. He pursued and captured a brown Hispanic beauty, lifting her above the water in his arms. Her arms circled his neck. She was delighted to be next in line despite any pre-arranged roster. Mr. Rubin waded towards the steps and nodded to one of the Guest Coaches. They met at pool edge.
Mr. Rubin handed off his sexy cargo to the Guest Coach, who nodded his thanks and carried his load to a chaise lounge, ready to initiate her Tutoring Session. Mr. Rubin watched as the Hispanic student enthusiastically knelt and worked her latest Guest Coach's trunks down. He drew her head in and she playfully licked his semi-solid shaft. The Guest Coach pulled her up and pushed her bottoms off. He positioned his tutoring subject lying on the chaise and climbed aboard. Their further activities were screened from view by the elevated backrest.
Mr. Rubin returned to the other lingering topless girls and snared a short haired lithe brunette. Another Guest Coach was awarded the trophy and carried her to another chaise nearby. The third girl, an Oriental cutie, was a light load as she was transferred to the remaining Guest Coach for her sensual erudition.
Mr. Rubin now had Evelyn alone. She was unresisting as he swept her up and exited the pool. Dripping a trail, he carried Evelyn along the deck. He hadn't meant to look but was unable to ignore the scenes of the other Guest Coaches well into their lesson plans. The brunette was occupied in oral exercises while the Oriental gal was practicing her cowgirl. The Hispanic and her Guest Coach were still screened from view by the now vibrating backrest.
Mr. Rubin carried Evelyn onward to his residential suite. She had promised to prove her unbeatable deep throat techniques and Mr. Rubin was ready to evaluate the claim.
Mr. Rubin carried Evelyn across the threshold and stood her in the middle of the room. Evelyn surveyed the room and found what she was seeking. She positioned the Tantric sponge foam chair near the center. Evelyn got Mr. Rubin settled back in a low recline. She removed his soaked shorts and tossed them through the bathroom doorway where they splatted on the tile floor. Her own thong joined the wet heap of fabric.
Mr. Rubin was in a comfortable easy curl, head well supported where he could fully relax and observe the feats about to transpire. He watched Evelyn kneel between his splayed legs. Her attention was concentrated on his penis. Evelyn needed to survey Mr. Rubin's specific sensitive points and erogenous zones. She wanted to be meticulously familiar with the organ that her tongue and throat were about to engulf and stimulate.
