Author's note: This is a true story of my first days as a single man. These stories are accurate recountings of real events. You might want to read earlier chapters to get some background on Lana and how this all started. Of course, the names have been changed for obvious reasons. Lana's education continues:
As Lana and I continued to broaden her experiences, I tried to listen to cues as to which direction she would like to explore next. In the space of three months since our first meeting (See Lana Learns - Chapter 1) she has progressed from a naΓ―ve 25 year old who had married at 16 after becoming pregnant and had almost no sexual experience (and most of that very unsatisfying) to a sexy woman who enjoyed trying (so far) everything I suggested.
She found she enjoyed being on display, naked in the passenger seat of my car while people in cars around us watched. She had had several orgasms using a dildo while truck drivers cheered her on. We always drove away from our hometown for these adventures. That freed her inhibitions allowing her to at least think no one she knew was watching her. We were very lucky that I didn't lose control of the car while I watched her plunge a 2 Β½" diameter silicone penis to the balls into her grasping pussy with one hand while squeezing her own tits, pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit until she exploded in orgasm. Several times we stopped at small, local motels for a few hours, not wanting to wait until we got home to get some mutual satisfaction with each other.
These sessions were always wildly enjoyable because it allowed me to worship her hot, sexy body and show her how much I appreciated the show she put on for me. I loved to spread her legs wide, holding her pussy lips open while I ran my tongue and lips up and down with a special lick to her clit at the top of each circuit. Fortunately for me, she was not a 'screamer' but rather a moaner who would buck and thrash when she was finally driven over the edge. As she started back down, I would work my way up her torso, stopping to lavish attention to those perfect tits with the dark pink, puckered nipples. She enjoyed that as much as I did. I would work my way up to her lips and share her taste with her while we kissed.
Sometimes she would swap ends and we would 69 each other - which of course I loved - but after watching her 'show off' in the car, I was not able to last long for these sessions. In just a very short time, I was fucking her face furiously while licking and sucking her pussy. She would sense my dick swelling and grabbing my ass with both hands pull me deep into her mouth while I shot jet after jet of cum into her willing mouth. Once I could function again, I went back to work on her sweet cunt, licking and sucking until I felt her start to cum as well. To this day I don't know which I enjoyed more - feeling her pulse under my lips as she rode waves of orgasm to crescendo or the absolute joy of watching her tits swing as she tried her best to swallow my dick and its contents. Ah, the joys of memories.
We had discussed introducing another person into our love life. She knew that either I had grown another hand or two (see Lana Learns - Chapter 4) or that I had allowed another person into the room while she was tied and blindfolded. She had never asked me who was in the room, so I never volunteered. The obvious question was: male or female?
I need to explain a bit more about Lana. Because she got pregnant at 16 and had to leave high school between her sophomore and junior years, she never got her high school diploma. Despite being smart (I think I mentioned her beautiful body, 36C tits, killer ass, auburn hair and brown eyes packed on a 5'4" frame) she had developed a very underdeveloped sense of her own worth. When we met, she was a big country music fan. She and her ex went to local bars where the major entertainment was smoking, drinking beer and listening to country music. She had asked me some time ago why I never listened to country. I told her that as a teen, my stepfather had a country band that practiced at our house 2 nights every week. I did not enjoy it, or the smoking and beer drinking that went with it. From that day forward she never played country with me, never smoked around me and only drank mixed drinks. One evening we were watching TV and I mentioned how attractive one of the brunette actresses was and she immediately wanted to go get her amazing auburn hair colored. We had a long talk that evening about how I thought people saw her and that she didn't need to change anything for me. She said being a high school dropout made it difficult for her to see herself the way I did. We decided to enroll her in a GED course and I would be her tutor. In just a few months, she had earned her GED and started to change her self-image.