Author's Note: This is the continuation of a multi-part story from 10 years ago. It was written, but never published, back then. It would be best to read, at the least, Chapter 3 before this, but for the full story start at State Rally. Thanks.
When Tony had had enough of the hot jetted water they both got up and out. Drying off with the beach towels, Tony allowed Wendy to wrap herself this time before they crossed the deck into the house.
"Time to wash off the chlorine. You can use the hall bath. Dry off when you're finished but don't bother with clothes. I expect to find you standing where you did before, with your back to the couch when I get out." Tony had learned in earlier relationships that he wasn't really a dom. He preferred a more equal partnership where each could ask, direct, receive, and contribute. But he also knew he could play the role, within reason. He intended to do just that while he and Wendy explored her submissive tendencies.
In the shower, Tony realized he hadn't manscaped in a while, as he wasn't seeing anyone regularly. He grabbed the razor and cream he kept in the shower for just that purpose and quickly removed all the hair from his shaft and sac. Satisfied he was as smooth as possible, he continued on washing.
When Tony finished showering he dried off and dressed only in silk boxers and a silk robe. He smiled as he exited the bedroom and found Wendy standing obediently as he had instructed. He noticed a slight shivering so he walked to the thermostat and raised the temp of the A/C, letting the room warm up a few degrees. Tonight he wanted Wendy emotionally uncomfortable, not physically so.
Tony walked past Wendy without acknowledgement and into the kitchen where he fixed himself a drink. It was already past five and he knew from much experience that alcohol could contribute nicely to tonight's plans. His lack of female companionship pretty much since the rally meant that, if he wasn't careful, he could have the stamina of a horny sixteen year old. Being a Sixty Second Man tonight just wouldn't do. Too much alcohol led to Whiskey Dick, a temporary form of erectile dysfunction. Just the right amount, however, wouldn't interfere with his erection but would take the edge off, allowing him to last more than long enough to complete tonight's lessons.
Returning to the living room, Tony sat down on the couch behind Wendy. "Wendy, are you limber? At your flexible young age you should be able to bend over and touch your toes, should you not?" he asked.
Yes, I've always been able to do that kind of think in phys ed at school. I'm sure I still can," she replied.
"Very good. Spread your legs so that your feet are shoulder distance apart. That's right. Now, bend over and touch your toes, but don't straighten up until I tell you to."
Wendy did as instructed and Tony was afforded the view he had intended. With her legs spread, her entire slit was fully exposed to him. Her butt cheeks parted enough to show him her rosebud. And between her legs he saw her swinging breasts, nipples pointing to the floor in front of her. He noticed that she embraced a bush style much like that of her mother. Both were completely bare (waxed?) below the clit, each retained a landing strip above there. While Karen's was in the shape of a broad triangle point to her favorite button, Wendy had trimmed hers into a capital T, presumably in anticipation of these very events.
"Reach your hands out a little in front of your toes. Place your palms flat on the floor and relax your ass. And thank you -- the view from here is quite spectacular." Tony wasn't exaggerating. Wendy's young pussy spread open slightly. Her labia were a vivid pink, glistening with the first effects of her rapidly moistening pussy. Her rosebud retained the pink of youth older women in porn spent hours and hundreds of dollars submitting to anal bleaching to attempt to replicate.
Tony rose and moved into position just to the side of Wendy's left hip. His right hand reached between her legs with his first two fingers spread into a wide vee. Careful to avoid her most sensitive spots for now, he placed one fingertip on either side of her clit, right in the fold of her leg joint. With a slowness that was likely excruciating for her, he dragged them down her full length then up and over her butt, never touching any of the places screaming out for it.
Tony repeated this three more times, knowing it was driving Wendy mad with lust. He knew, too, that the position he had made her assume put her off-balance. She was fine as long as she stayed right where she was, but standing up without assistance would be nearly impossible. She was far more likely to end up flat on her face on the floor.
Finally deigning to show some compassion, Tony again placed his fingertips as he had at the start. But this time, instead of drawing them down beyond her pussy he slid them together and over her hood. Wendy gasped as Tony now used his thumb and forefinger to gently grasp her hood and used it to stroke her clit into full attention. When he felt it pop out from its hiding place he switched forefinger to middle finger and used the former to tease the very tip of her clit. Wendy moaned and shuddered instantly.
"Careful," Tony cautioned. "It wouldn't do for you to fall over right now, would it? I've barely begun my inspection."
For the next ten minutes Tony explored every millimeter of the external components of Wendy's pussy. Although he made generous use of the wetness of her juices, and teased frequently, not once did he allow so much as a fingertip to actually enter her. Instead he traced a trip from top to bottom and beyond. He brought her lubrication up and over her taint and onto her rosebud, where he circled her opening with a firm finger, yet never firm enough to enter.
Abruptly he stopped. Standing behind her he pressed his hard cock, still within his silk robe and briefs, against her nether regions and, grasping her shoulders to guide and support, ordered her to stand up. Wendy did so on very shaky legs, stressed near to their limit by the position she'd held for so long. Tony walked around in front of her and offered her the fingers coated in her juices.
Wendy didn't hesitate to pull them into her mouth. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she twirled her tongue around each finger, into the crease of each knuckle, and over the quick of each nail searching out every drop of herself. She pouted when Tony withdrew them from her lips.
"In order to learn to enjoy sex you must first learn to be an excellent lover. You will not have much pleasure if your partner does not, so it is always smart for each of you to focus on the other, secure in the knowledge that as you give so shall you receive. Tonight's lessons are all about me -- the male. Tell me what experience you've had with the erect penis."
"N..not much, really. I've seen my brother a few times but he's still pretty young. His erections are cute but don't look like they'd accomplish much," she smiled. "And I've felt a few through the jeans of the backseat cowboys trying to get into my pants. Mom's told me that the stories about how sensitive the balls are are true and that you really can beat off an attacker if you can hit or kick him there. But that's about it."
"Time for you to learn some details," Tony said as he undid the sash of his robe and let it fall open. "Kneel down in front of me." Wendy did as she was told and soon found herself kneeling with her face directly in front of his groin. "Slip off my boxers," Tony instructed.
Wendy hooked two fingers from each hand behind his waistband and started to pull down. The waistband got caught on his erect cock so she had to lift back up and pull it out to make it clear. Soon, though, they were on the floor and he was stepping out of them one foot at a time. Wendy, meanwhile, was treated to her first real close-up look at the object of her affection. She realized immediately that he was circumcised and knew that in his generation that was common for nearly all newborn boys, not just those from Jewish families. Many people had believed that it improved cleanliness and health.
Next she marveled at its size. She guessed it to be about seven inches long and thicker around than she would be able to stretch her fingers. She'd seen her father once or twice and thought Tony was probably longer but not as thick. She giggled silently when the thought struck her that she'd have to confirm her suspicions with her mother.
Tony still had not told her to do anything so Wendy contented herself with just looking. She saw the little eye on the tip -- the urethra from which both his pee and cum would emanate. She looked forward to trying to open it with the tip of her tongue to see how he would react. She studied the crown and especially the rim where it ended. Karen had told her that many men were very sensitive there so she added that to her list of things to try.
