Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I suppose you Biblical scholars out there recognize these names from the Bible, but that's not who we'll be talking about here. These are four guys who were home schooled by Jeannie, one of my dance students. Actually they were kicked out of school for fighting. The boys were the most stupid fucks I've ever met. They were a year apart. Luke, at 22, was the best looking. Matthew was retarded. John and Mark were both arrested for trying to invite preteens out for dinner and a movie. The reason I liked Luke was simple: he had talent as a dancer. I could show Luke a few steps in the merengue and he'd do a whole routine. He was good enough for "Dancing With The Stars". Except Luke wasn't a star, he had a big cock and some bare bones talent. But otherwise Luke was as dumb as a doorknob.
Jeannie is a wonderful woman, soft spoken, and had a big ass. Her ass was firm, yet very plump. She loved being fucked in the ass. She had had four boys, all of them retards, so she wanted no more children. Anal was her choice of reception, and we had spent many pleasant afternoons with her bent over my desk, while I plunged my cock into her receptive rectum. She was deeply religious and went to mass every morning. I doubt she mentioned being sodomized to the priest. Maybe she did. She went to mass like a good Catholic and didn't want to trouble the bishop with lurid details about her chronic masturbation. She lied and admitted sex stuff was dirty and she didn't do anything nasty like touching herself.
But Jeannie and I go way back. I was in the college band, and Jeannie played the flute. She had thick lips, and she could triple tongue like crazy. At that time she was a virgin, a useless impediment to her popularity. We had long talks about sex, not the ramifications of it, but how soon would she get fucked by someone. She was a horny girl, and often keep me in stitches about her masturbation habits. She began masturbating when she was eleven, along with her friend Debbie, lying side by side in bed.
We dated occasionally and I introduced her to anal sex. At first I used an 8 inch dildo, because I have an impressive cock. I've known women to pass out when they first look at it. Eventually Jeannie got used to the dildo and then graduated to a 12-inch rigid plastic cock. Which of course led to my plunging my cock up her big ass.
She came to me one day with tears in her eyes. "I want to learn to dance so bad. My husband just wants to go camping with the Scout troop. He has no desire to learn to dance." Her husband was a pot bellied asshole who had prostate cancer and wasn't expect to last out the year. His being an asshole took precedent over his prostate.
Yeah, all her boys were Scouts, but I didn't know the Boy Scouts accepted retards. These guys took a week to learn to tie a square knot. I asked Francis to give Jeannie a free lesson and get back to me. Francis was my best salesman. He knew his way around women. His pheromones were so powerful, that the checkout girl in the supermarket would finger herself ringing up his grocery order.
Let me tell you about Francis. He was an Italian, and came from a musical family. Every Saturday his mother would listen to the Metropolitan Opera on the radio. He spoke Italian of course, but he didn't date Italian girls. Francis learned to play the piano so he sat in with a small jazz group at a club in Boston on Saturday nights. Of course women flocked to him because he looked like Valentino - slicked back black hair. Piercing dark eyes. A nice mouth, perfect teeth. Yeah, he could kiss too. Francis went through dance training with an Arthur Murray teacher. She was from New York, and gave Francis a blow job every night before they went home.
After her trial lesson, Francis told me Jeannie was a natural dancer. Of course, he said that about everyone, but Jeannie was special. She lived a hard life with four dumb ass boys and a dying husband. When you spoke to Jeannie you felt you were speaking to a ghost, because she had this vacant stare. A ghost with a big ass. I specifically told Francis not to fuck around with Jeannie. She was a good woman. I doubt she could deal with Francis' licking her pussy on her dance lesson.
One day Luke came to me and said he wanted to be a dance instructor. Now, Luke could already dance pretty good, good enough to get by.
"Luke," I said, "We get lots of requests for male escorts. It pays well and all you have to do is take the lady to dinner. She pays. If she wants you to fuck her, she pays extra. How about it?"
Luke looked surprised. He knew he was equipped for the job, cock-wise, but his social skills sucked. He had an 8th grade education. His mother had taught him nothing about hygiene, sex, or how to eat pussy. But he was a handsome guy, over 6 feet tall. A great smile. But dumb.
"Well ..." Luke was thinking. "OK, I guess ..."
"I'll enroll you in a Dale Carnegie sales course. They'll teach you how to sell yourself. " Luke liked that.
"But they won't teach you how to eat pussy ..." I added as an afterthought. At least they didn't used to. Maybe now they do.
So Luke agreed, and in 12 weeks Luke was a changed man. When I saw him coming, he hugged me and asked me how I was doing, as if he really cared.
"What's with the hug, Luke? No handshakes?"
"Naw, today it's different. Everybody at mass is hugging everybody ..."
"But, Luke, you hug a woman without her permission and she'll report you to ..."
"OK, I get it. But do you have someone I can practice with? Someone I can take to dinner?"
