This story is purely fiction. The people and events described here do not really exist. Any similarity to persons or places living or dead is purely accidental and not the intention of the author. There are no persons in my story that are under the age of 18.
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Jean woke early the next morning and watched her 18 year old lover still sleeping. She woke him with a kiss, and got up from the bed and grabbed the nightgown and robe that she had left in the middle of the floor.
She slipped on the robe and dropped the nightgown into the laundry hamper.
She reached into her husband's closet, and pulling out one of his bathrobes, handed it to Billy. "This is probably way too big for you," she said, "But put it on anyway. Now that I have you undressed I intend to keep you that way, until I'm finished with you."
Billy tried on the robe. She was right: it didn't fit. Her husband must be really short and fat. The robe came down to just below his waist. It was high enough that the tip of his cock was clearly visible under the hem. It was also big enough to hold two bodies his size.
He followed her downstairs to the kitchen. It was a very modern well-engineered kitchen with a chopping block in the middle. Of course, all the major appliances were built in. She motioned for him to sit at the kitchen table and went to the refrigerator to find something for lunch. She popped her head around the door and asked. "How about some cold cuts and potato salad?"
He nodded and said, "Great."
She pulled out a large variety of cold cuts and a bowl of home-made potato salad. She took a loaf of French bread out of the bread box and cut several slices for Billy and two for herself. She put it all on a large plate and served it on the table. Now mayonnaise, mustard and pickles came out of the refrigerator and onto the table; she grabbed two dinner plates out of the cupboard and put one in front of Billy and the other in her place. On Billy's plate she dished out a big scoop of potato salad and several slices of meat. Just a small scoop for herself and two slices of diet turkey loaf.
Satisfied, she sat down next to Billy.
Like most young boys, he had a ravenous appetite. His table manners were impeccable, but he ate all of his potato salad and cold cuts with the bread and even had seconds on the potato salad.
Jean was pleased that he had such a healthy appetite. She was smiling while she much more daintily ate her meal. After they finished she asked him,"How about some ice-cream for dessert?"
"That would be great," he said.
She got up from the table and got him a big bowl of ice-cream from the freezer. She placed it in front of him and took her seat, watching him eat.
"Aren't you going to have any dessert," he asked?
Jean smiled at him wickedly and slowly licked her lips. She said, "Oh, I'll have my dessert later. Something warm and creamy." Again she licked her lips to emphasize.
Billy looked down at his lap and his face turned beet red.
Jean had to smile at her sweet bashful lover.
Billy helped her clean up the table. There wasn't a lot of work to it but Jean was pleasantly impressed that Billy was willing and even eager to help. He was such a sweet boy.
After they loaded the dish washer Jean told Billy to come into the living-room, she wanted to talk to him.
They both sat on the couch and Jean told Billy that she was going to teach him how to have sexual intercourse with a woman.
Billy sat quietly and paid strict attention to what Jean had to say.
"Billy, there is more to having intercourse with a woman than just laying on top of her and bouncing your penis inside of her pussy." Jean told him.
"Oh yes, much, much more. First off a woman needs more time than a man for her body to be ready for the act."
"Do you remember this morning when I told you, a woman had to be wet down there before she is ready to be entered by a man's organ?"
"Oh yes, I remember." Billy responded.
"Well a woman needs a man's help to get ready to accept him."
"To start with, Billy, women look at intercourse differently than a man. For a man it is a physical thing to fuck a woman. This is true for a woman as well. But there is more to it than that. For her it is also an emotional bonding. It is her ultimate expression of her trust and caring for her man."
"I think I understand," Billy said.
"You have to convince a woman that you care about her feelings," she said. "You do this by telling her how desirable she is to you. You caress her body tenderly. Cuddle her in your arms, so that she feels warm and protected. Pay close attention to the way she reacts to your touch. If she is relaxed and cooing, pressing into your body, you know you are on the right track. Always take your time; women do not like to be rushed in love making."
Jean was almost whispering to Billy. Her voice seemed choked up with emotion.
"We like to be held firmly but with tenderness. Never too rough. Remember this is love making, not a rape."
"When you think it is time, you can reach down and with your finger tips tickle the lips to her pussy. Don't force your finger inside, just rub your finger tenderly over the lips down there and eventually they will open up to your finger on their own."
"Now you can do one of two things. Sometimes it is best to ask the woman which she prefers. Ask her if she wants you to stimulate her clit with your fingers or would she rather you go down on her and give her oral pleasures."
"What ever she prefers you already know what I taught you this morning."
"Do you understand what I've been telling you so far, Billy?" She asked.
