After those two initial days of fucking, my introduction to the world of sex, we settled into a comfortable routine. Three days a week I'd go over to her house for my normal science and math tutoring and then.... Either I was motivated or I was getting smarted for the tutoring seemed to take less and less time and we had more and more time to fuck. She'd tutor me for an hour at most, then we'd be in her bed or on the floor or wherever banging out brains out.
She seemed to know her husband's schedule pretty well. I never saw him the entire time I was at her place. There were plenty of pictures of him about and always her wedding rings, and lots of other evidence of him (clothes, shoes, other very obvious evidence he did exist). Mrs. Tavorski was insatiable as far as I could tell. She said she liked having young lovers because they were the only ones who could keep up with her. We could fuck three times an afternoon and she still wanted more.
More than once I was completely spent from cumming three or more times and she was still ready for another go. I watched her mister herself to organism more times than I could remember. It was fascinating to watch. Her fingers would busily teaser her lips and mons and finally her clit before her whole body shook with her climax. Sometimes she even squirted a bit of her juices on the bed, that's what fascinated me the most: how a woman could squirt almost like a man.
Once when I was too tired to go again and she wanted more, she rolled over to the side of the bed and opened up a drawer on her nightstand. Out she pulled the first vibrator I'd ever seen that wasn't in a porn movie. "Time for you to learn how to use this," she told me, handing over the royal purple silicon shaft.
"I don't know how to use this," I stupidly said.
"Which is why you need to learn how now," she said, leaning back on the pillows and spreading her legs.
She showed me how to turn it on and move it around her cunt, teasing her clit and then thrusting it in and out of her pussy until she was satisfied.
Give a boy a new toy to play with and he'll be endlessly fascinated until something new comes along. I started asserting myself, sometimes using the vibe at the start of sex instead of at the end, just to see the difference in a pussy that had already been fucked. I made her get on her hands and knees while a used it on her from behind, just to see if she could stay up while she climaxed. She could.
Sometimes she got out a smaller vibe and she used that in addition to the big eight incher that I drove around her groin. We would play games, seeing who could find just the right spot or speed of thrusts that would make her cum the fastest or hardest. She didn't just cum from playing with her clit, she could cum if I could find her g-spot or any one of a number of intriguing ways.
One time I had her on her hands and knees, ass in the air, the purple vibe working in and out of her tunnel, when she told me, "Put it in my ass."
"What?"
"Put it in my ass!" she looked over her shoulder at me, then noticed I had the big vibe. "No, wait a second." She scrambled across the bed and yanked open her drawer of toys. Out came the little vibe and a bottle of lube. "Put the lube on my ass first, then put in the vibe."
She was panting and obviously ready to cum, but I could tell she didn't want to just yet. More than anything—cumming hard, cumming more times than she could count, balancing sex with me and her husband—she loved to see how long she could keep herself from cumming.
By now I had learned to play along. I squirted a good dose of lube on her tiny pale brown bunghole, then used the small, hard vibe to spread it around a bit, pushing it in her just enough to make it easy for her to take.
"Quit fooling around, put it in me!" I obeyed her command and slipped the small shaft into her anus. She groaned as it went in. "Turn it on and fuck me," she then ordered when it was all the way in. I learned later on that the small vibe was specially designed for assplay, it had a flared base so it wouldn't go all the way in, but would fit snugly inside her rectum, held in place by her sphincter. I rotated the small dial on the vibe's base and set her ass to shaking slightly from the pleasure. "Get your cock in me!" she begged.
I obliged. The vibrations from the toy in her ass reached my shaft as I was inside her. It took me no time at all to cum. I don't know if she wanted to last much longer, but me splashing inside her cunt was all she needed to finish
"Oh," she moaned when I collapsed on top of her. "That was wonderful, but you need to turn it off now."
"Right," I agreed, rolling off to the side and found the small dial on the base of the vibrator. I twisted it to off, but left it in her ass.
She sighed and stretched out. "You're a tease," she told me. "My husband always pulls it out right away. Sometimes it's nice to just have it stay there for a while."
This made my body stiffen and I moved slightly away from her. She laughed lightly. "You don't like it when I talk about having sex with my husband, do you?" she asked, reaching out and gently fondling my cock. Sometimes she did that just to prove she had control over me, sometimes it was to harden me so we could fuck again. I was never sure which.
"No, it makes me nervous."
"Don't worry; you're at least as good a lover as he is, maybe even a little better, besides, variety is what I crave."
This was the first hint that I had that perhaps I wasn't the only other person she was having sex with beyond her husband. When she found the time between school, me, her husband and everything else was beyond me.
"How can you do this to him?" I asked her. "Don't you feel like it's wrong."
She scoffed at me. "I'm not doing anything to him. We are," she said, stressing our dual involvement. "Besides, I'm sure when he's off on his business trips he's out balling every young thing he can talk into his hotel room."
This gave me pause. It never occurred to me that her husband might be sleeping around on her. Maybe that's why she did it to him.
After laying next to each other in silence for a few minutes, she reached around to her ass and slipped the small vibe out of her body. "We'll have to get one of these for you," she said, carefully wiping it off with a towel she kept at the side of the bed. She was always prepared for the two of us. I knew that after I left she cleaned up everything: clothes, sheets, toys, everything. She must have done a lot of laundry every evening after my tutoring.
