It is ideal to read the first part of this story to have a better understanding of this part, but you can still enjoy it as a stand-alone story...
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K
ATHERINE sat at their usual study table waiting for Chidebem. He had gone to help Nana move some firewood and food supply that just arrived. It was Sunday afternoon and they were doing their usual study. They had forfeited their siesta to study at this time because that was the only time they could do it with some measure of concentration. Once the sun starts to fall, they were usually drawn, seemingly inexorably, to a more basic activity. The anticipation of the boundless pleasures that awaited them made siesta impossible. Even with the mental effort needed for their study, just sitting together for a while made them so tense with hunger that it was all they could do not to abandon the books for...
It was exactly six weeks since that wonderful day. A day whose gift of unimagined pleasures had burnt it into her memory forever. Even now, just thinking about it made her shiver. Until that day, she had no idea that her body was capable of such enormous feelings. Nothing in her experience could compare to it, despite the depth of her feelings for Roy, and the outlandish techniques Cliff had brought into their lovemaking.
How could the sheer size of a man's member make such a great difference in the amount of pleasure he gave to a woman?
She had wondered since that day. Obviously, it was not so for all women-whispered conversations with her friends told her so. And the men they had known were not as large as Chidebem.
That first evening, the poor boy had slept like a log of wood afterwards, and had finally gone back to his quarters much later in the night. Even when John woke from his nap and asked for supper, she had let him sleep.
They had drowned themselves in that incredible pleasure countless times since that day. Apart from the days she bled, they had made love every day. And with what joy her body had sung! What deep satisfaction they had given each other. It was sometimes gentle and tender, but for the most part, it was intense and frenzied. Frenzy they were often driven to, no matter how gentle and leisurely they had set out to be.
They had made love sometimes in the office, but most times in her room, because she knew that James might well come at any time. They had done it once at the schoolhouse when the women had gone to the bush to fetch firewood; and at a secluded part of the riverside, with the cool breeze fanning the embers of their passion, and the birds singing a chorus to their primeval dance.
She sighed and leaned back in the chair. One of the factors that made this experience so unique for her was that she was the teacher and not the pupil. She was the leader and not the led. It was a first for her, and it filled her with exhilaration and a strong feeling of feminine power. It gave her such a heady feeling to have him quivering in anticipation or moaning and crying out with pleasure and release. Just as it made her feel elated when she teased and tortured him into losing control and turning aggressive. Or when she prodded him into pounding her to submission.
Oh God
, Katherine thought with a pleased smile,
what a
pupil he had turned out to be!
She closed her eyes, her heartbeat quickening, her underarms growing damp. He brought to their coupling, the same inimitable touch he took to everything she had seen him do. The same sensitivity, ardor, passion, imagination, and drive. He was obviously someone intrinsically inclined to strive to excel at anything he set out to do. Including mating with a woman!
He was a natural lover, with an instinctive feel for the right things to do to give a woman pleasure. Why, he was just nineteen and he had given her the most outstanding sexual experiences of her life!
And it had gotten better every day. Only a few days after their first time, he had put his head between her legs, hesitating momentarily, and then determinedly overriding her halfhearted resistance. He had proceeded to drive her to frenzy with the relentless and firm rubbing of his large rough tongue on her vulva and clitoris, instinctively learning to focus on the spot that brought the most response from her. He did not have the skillful teasing of Cliff's tongue, but he made up for that with his ardor and the shockingly strong pressure his tongue exerted on her sensitized pleasure nub.
She had whimpered and cried out mindlessly as she reached the peak of pleasure again and again, washing his face with her climactic emissions. When she could take no more, she had pulled up his head, and felt a little ashamed at the copious spray that covered the lower part of his face. As she hurried to clean it up with her dress, he had whispered that he wanted to make her feel the way she made him feel when she did that to him. She was touched.
Katherine had taught him to please her in other ways and he had lapped up what she showed him like a hungry cat does milk. She loved the feel of his rough, wet tongue as it flicked rapidly across her nipples or rolled around them. The feel of his large, rough palms and fingers squeezing her full breasts aroused her tremendously and the pleasure from the strong suction of his lips on her large nipples was sometimes unbearable. She loved the feel of his thick fingers gently stroking her clitoris or buried inside her, thrusting in and out, or rubbing her insides to jelly, as she had taught him to do.
