The Princess and the Pauper Pt. 05

7

Chantelle was still straddling me, casually riding me and sharing a joint; she seems insatiable.

I'm not complaining, it's like a dream; a gorgeous woman this sexy, behaving like a nympho.

She reiterates her desire for me to divulge how I became so knowledgeable and proficient.

"Sharon left me because I didn't satisfy her, and Cassie did; so, their relationship became stronger as ours dwindled. She decided I wasn't necessary to satisfy her."

"I did some soul searching and figured out we never communicated properly, I needed to learn a lot before I attempted another lasting relationship."

"I was browsing in a bookstore; reading the synopsis, of a book titled, 'What Women Want.' Thinking this book might be a good way to start changing.

A woman's voice from nearby.

"Maybe we should just tell each other." She held up a book up 'What Men Want.' We both giggled and she turned away. I browsed a little longer; found another interesting possibility; a book 'Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus.'

When I went to the cash register; she was in front of me at the back of the line. I did the normal male thing and I scanned her as a prospective hookup. At first, I dismissed the idea; she wasn't the type of woman I would normally hit on. She did have a nice figure, but was rather plain, more like the mom next door, than a hot chick, I usually go for; but she was well endowed, and friendly. I rethought my previous hasty judgement and decided she was attractive enough; her body was slightly overweight but still very sexy; and I hadn't had sex for a while.

I couldn't help but reflect on her suggestion of teaching each other.

Feeling the necessity to explain, to save my male ego or something, I leaned toward her in line, speaking over her shoulder, sheepishly telling her.

'My wife just left me for another woman. I guess it's obvious I didn't satisfy her.'

'Wow,' she turned to me a gorgeous smile, laughingly blurted out, louder than I suspect she would have preferred.

'My husband left me for his golfing buddy.' Several people within earshot snickered.

I paid for her book, asking.

'How about a coffee, and discuss that offer of trading ideas to each other?'

While having coffee in a nearby shop, I became quite attracted to her. She had a great personality, intellectual, great sense of humor, very confident. I realized she was a natural beauty.

We hit it off, relaxed, and fun conversation; we decided to highlight our books, write down questions and get together again to discuss what we read, and verify if we believe what we read to be true."

Chantelle stops me, leaning forward placing her fingers to my lips.

"Brian, I really want to hear this story, however, it's difficult for me to focus; I really need to peeee," she lifts off and runs to the bathroom.

When Chantelle returns, I'm on the sofa and have poured 2 fresh wine.

"Brian, I've been very well fucked, so is it ok if we just sit and share stories and wine?"

"Of course." I reply.

She snuggles in close, like a child about to hear a bedtime story from dad.

"I don't want the reader's digest version, please tell me the story of you and her in detail; I think I too could learn so much."

"Her name is Doris; she too, was a virgin when she married 7 years prior, divorced for 6 months, and had a 6-year-old. Still in the coffee shop discussing how we might proceed, sharing our downfall being lack of proper communication with the opposite sex. We agreed to assist each other; in order for us to establish uninhibited communication, open, honest talk was essential, and Doris to further establish that; boldly divulged she hadn't had sex in nearly a year, but she did masturbate a few times a week. To reciprocate, I humbly admitted, I too, was a couple months without, and also participated in manual relief.

As if she was a psychiatrist, she nonchalantly suggested we fuck; went on to explain we needed to learn how to sexually satisfy the opposite sex, as both our partners left us for same sex relationships. She figured the best way we could learn that would be by copulating; just fucking, non-emotional intercourse. To establish a starting point, get past any nervous inhibitions, and after pillow talk, decide whether we want to continue any further contact with each other, sexual or platonic.

It seemed logical.

We established right then, before leaving the coffee shop, it would not be a romantic relationship, purely academic, educational to become better partners, with full focus on the sexual education and communication aspect, for the benefit of future relationships.

It was already afternoon, when we decided to proceed; her son was in school and going to be picked up by gramma, my ex had Ben that week, so her place it was.

We sat on the sofa and shared a joint. She, without any fanfare stood; lifted her top and pushed her jeans down. An average woman, 5'6", shoulder length, mousy brown hair, slightly overweight, love handles, but not at all considered fat. She slipped the shoulder straps of her bra, removed her arms. In a quick motion, spun her bra around and undid the clasp when in front. That move I'd never seen; but I was staring at large melon shaped, soft breasts, with semi erect nipples on very dark areoles. She put her thumbs under the sides of her basic, white panties, pushed them past her bum, the wiggled so the fell to her feet, she kicked them away. Placing her hands on her hips, legs slightly parted, she posed. A few seconds and she turned 180, paused, so I got a good view of her round ass cheeks. She again spun a 180. 'Well, your turn.'

I was enjoying the view, a trimmed bush, landing strip style, a nice curvaceous figure.

{I recall hearing the phase, 'built for comfort, not speed'}

I smiled, 'very nice,' lifted my shirt, dropped my jeans, I go commando, she gasped. 'That's very nice.' I did the 180 moves also.

Standing, staring at each other's naked body, unsure how to proceed, 'c'mon' she said; took my hand, led me to her bedroom. 'I'll start, I'm already wet, I've been thinking about getting laid, since chatting with you in the bookstore, I was unsure how to approach it in the coffee shop, but I wanted to get fucked. Seeing your naked, strong athletic body, and that huge cock, I'm anxious to feel it inside me.'

Your powerful muscles against my soft body, damn it Brian, it's been a year I need to get fucked.'

I had a light bulb moment, an epiphany, I realized her compliments aroused me.

She dropped to her knees, wrapped her fingers around my member and licked the tip, she definitely knew how to suck a cock, I responded instantly.

My past, I was always the aggressor, this was exciting. I felt compelled to tell her the effect she was having on m, verbally and emotionally.

We moved to the bed, got into a 69. A minute later she lifts; straddles me, lowers herself onto me. 'hmmmmnn that's the best dick I've ever had inside me, you do have a lot to learn orally though,' her words stung, but at the same time I was pleased she was so brutally honest. That set the tone for our relationship, honesty, brutal or not, it was how we would improve.

She bounced on my cock, talked dirty, and came rather quickly, 'Ok, big guy, what's your preference?' She asked matter-of-factly.

'Doggy.' I replied.

She twisted away and got on all fours, knees wide on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed. I got behind, holding her love handles.

'I enjoy anal, but, not today, we'll need to work into that, you're much larger than I've ever had back there. Show me what kinda game you got; fuck me hard, I hope you got enough stamina to give me a multiple.' I went slow at first, playing with her breasts, fingering her labia and clit as I stroked. I went at least 1/2 hour, she dropped her head and shoulders to the bed; had 2 orgasms before I relinquished my jism.

We lay on the bed, both agreed it was a great starting point, complimented each other, and then had a casual missionary fuck."

"We discussed at length what was most effective and how we might improve. It was delightful, satisfying and enlightening."

"We agreed to meet at her place during school hours. She didn't work, she got the house in her divorce and $2500 a month in alimony and childcare. We met every other day; I learned way more than I taught. She was awesome."

I finished my wine.

"So, Doris, who by the way, is now engaged, gets the majority of the credit for my current sexual abilities."

Chantelle pours 2 more wine.

"So, fate, put you and Doris in that bookstore at the same time, to meet and teach each other." Chantelle turns to me,

"I believe fate put us together in that bar. For you to teach me Brian, I don't desire a romantic relationship, but I do need to learn."

She tipped her head to me, we kissed.

"In this raunchy coupling, in only one night, you showed me how to properly masturbate, introduced me to my g-spot, which I never knew was there and you introduced me to multiples." She set down her drink, kissed me intimately.

"Brian, not just this weekend; I'm offering you an open invitation; stay with me, my treat, I don't care if you're a pauper, I'm extremely wealthy; so, stay, show me, teach me all that you know."

"Of course I will, you're astonishing, I'd be a fool not to perpetuate, to enjoy your sensational attributes as long as permitted."

We take the wine and retire to the bedroom, laying on the huge bed, Chantelle cuddles in, her head on my chest my arm around her. For the first time I see the ceiling is mirrored, my gawd it's erotic, looking at ourselves cuddling, I get a sudden urge to watch us fucking.

"It may be cliché, but Chantelle you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Brian, I feel beautiful with you. I've always been rich, but you make me feel like a princess." She stretches up for a kiss.

As we're cuddling, making out, Chantelle asks,

"So, what did you and Doris discover to be the downfall of your marriages?"

"Lack of communication. Primarily every young woman expects a naive man to know how to satisfy them; when in reality, no teenager has any knowledge or skill."

"If only they communicate openly, honestly, uninhibited, guide one another, to explain, what, how, where, to arouse, and satisfy each other. NOT JUST SEXUALLY."

"It takes experience and knowledge to become a good lover. Because Doris guided me, and we were honest and forthcoming, communicating our desires, our pleasures, we both became better, until we became great."

"Sadly, most marriages end for the simple reason neither partner explains what they want, often unable to know because they never experienced it."

"What does that mean, I don't understand?"

"You couldn't tell cliff you needed your g spot contacted, because neither of you knew you had one. I didn't tell Sharon how arousing sexual compliments were to me, because I never heard them."

"Wow, ya I get it."

"Sharon never told me what she needed, she likely never knew, she became better sexually satisfied by Cassie; they fell in love and moved on."

We cuddled, fell asleep spooning.

8

When we awaken, still in the same spooning position in the large, circular, master bed. I'm captivated by our image reflected in the ceiling mirror. I'm recalling last night's abundance of lewd sexual activity; yet, neither of us were fully satiated. Chantelle becomes licentious, a newly awakened nymphomaniac; like a cat that was just introduced to catnip.

My arm is under her, she rolls over, her head in the crook of my shoulder, face resting on my chest. My hand on her right breast, her fingers twirling in what little chest hair I had, I tell her how titillating her fingernails are toying my sensitive nipples.

Chantelle's becomes amorous, she initiates, her fingers wander down to my penis, wrap around my flaccid phallus; tipping her head to look at me, a seductive grin, her eyes widen, she licks her lips.

"May I?" She lifts my hand from her tit and seductively sucks on my thumb.

"I want to learn how to be the best cocksucker." She moves down, I lay on my back, grab another pillow shoving it under my shoulders; I caress her long, thick flaxen locks; then cross my arms under my head, looking up to the mirror, it's like watching a porn movie, while experiencing it.

"Ok, do your best, I'll critique and give pointers after. I don't want to disrupt you; let's both enjoy this."

She's better than I expected, and I respond in kind and tell her she's doing great. Once I'm hard, she's unable to take my size very far in her mouth, barely past my bulbous knob, before gagging. She works on the head, swirling her tongue around the ridge, licking my length. Realizing this won't culminate in satisfaction for either, I gently tug her head up to me.

Chantelle kisses me as she straddles me; holding my rod, she lowers, begins a slow rhythmic thrusting; to and fro, not up and down, keeping me fully, deep inside, rubbing her vulva along my pubic area. She lifts my hands to her bosom, then rests her hands on my shoulders; her enormous nipples sticking out proudly, she tilts her head back and moans, as I roll and play with them; thumb and forefinger trying to make them longer.

"Oh, my gawd Brian, your big cock is so awesome in my cunt."

Chantelle is nearing a climax and the doorbell chimes; Chantelle groans and speaks.

"What the fuck, why now?" She slows but doesn't stop.

"Show doorbell camera in the master." The TV screen lights up and shows a middle aged, balding, slightly overweight man pacing on the front landing at the front door.

"That's Cliff, what's he want?" She groans.

"Your trucks at the door, he knows I must be home, he won't go away." She kisses me, puts her hands on my ankles and rocks.

"Gawd I'm so close, damn him it's distracting." She wiggles her bum.

"I don't want to stop." She sits up.

"Hmmm," She has a devilish grin, eyes sparkling.

"I'll let him in." Leans forward her face barely above mine.

"I couldn't get a reaction with that sexy dress; maybe he'll notice me now." She closes her eyes and gives several long strokes, rising and falling on me.

"I want him to watch us fuck, are you ok with that?"

I nod with a wry grin.

"Sure, maybe we could add a little dramatic acting, loud sighs, a little extra emphasis for show." I wiggle my eyebrows and do an evil laugh.

"Mwaahaaa haah haaah."

We both giggle.

She leans back, rocking her hips, staying aroused, she pushes a button on the remote.

"What do you want Cliff?"

"I need to talk to you."

"We're done Cliff, it's over, you cheated, you chose your slut secretary over me, you're out, leave me alone. I'm done with you."

"I need to talk Chantelle; I know we're done; it's very important."

"Cliff I'm in bed, getting fucked by a real man, go away."

"I don't care who you're with, I really just need to talk, it can't wait."

"Oh hell, ok, we're in the master bedroom. Come on up."

"Security, all cameras record." Chantelle sits upright, expresses loudly.

"Open front door." Her hands on my chest.

"Damn Brian, this is erotically exciting, are you sure you're ok doing this in front of him?"

"Hell ya, I'd like to meet the foolish man who gave up on such a gorgeous, horny woman." I squeeze both boobs, lightly pinching her long, hard nipples, pump my hips rapidly to emphasize my answer.

Chantelle reverts back to riding cowgirl style, slowly forward and back, making squishing sounds, making maximum contact with my dick fully enveloped in her warm velvety sheath.

Cliff arrives, he's the epitome of a company executive, slightly overweight, dad bod, balding on top, salt and pepper on the sides, white shirt, black dress pants; it appears like he may have slept in his clothes. His eyes widen when he sees Chantelle's nude body riding me.

"Oh, uh, I, I uh, I'm sorry." He drops his head, looking at his shoes, like a scolded child.

"Shut up and sit-down Cliff, I'm not going to stop riding this fantastic cock because you're here. Watch, maybe you will learn how wonderful a real man makes me cum." She leans back moaning loudly, her fingers on my ankles, I peer up the image in the mirror; it is astounding; her sexy body in full frontal view. I feel my cock in her cunt being squeezed, milked.

"Gawd, Brian, ignore him, let him watch, continue our fuck, ram that enormous hard cock against my g spot, fuuck yaaa, right there." Her eyes close, she's rolling her hips in rhythm with me.

"Please play with my clit, make me cum again, like all those marvelous multiples you already gave me." She thrusts faster,

"Faster Brian, fuck my cunt with that wonderful wand."

"Chantelle you're so hot, gorgeous, your cunt is tight, you've got a fantastic body, damn these tits are perfect." She moans loudly as I massage her tits and rub her clit. Unsure if she's playing it up, she adds.

"Brian your huge prick fills me completely, hitting my cervix, I've never had such sensational stimulation, I'm close to cumming, faster big man."

"Oh yes, right there Brian, hit that g spot my egregious ex sadly never knew I had; fuck that's it, right there, rub my g spot with your big dick."

She tips her head back.

"Do it Brian, make me cuuummm."

"Sexy Chantelle, I can hold off, I can go for at least 1/2 hour, keep you climbing to a higher level of ecstasy; do you want another multiple, or do you want one of those exciting spastic climaxes?"

She lifts herself, almost fully off me, keeping my tip just in enough to keep me from vacating, and requiring me to realign to reenter; looking toward Cliff, she says.

"Look at the size of this cock, he's so long and a great girth, he's got tremendous talent, he's shown me what real orgasms feel like." She forces herself down leans back, placing her hands on my ankles. She shakes her bottom from side to side.

"Ram me Brian, fuck me with your big hard cock, ram into me, I'm your slut. I'm ready, twist my nipples, pinch my clit, make me cum like all those times last night."

I'm enthralled to be fucking this exquisite beauty in front of the man who left her. Watching her ride me in the mirror.

We thrust in unison, her moving to and fro, me up and down, several steady strokes and she flings herself ahead, hands wrap behind my head, twerking her backside rapidly, her mouth attaches to mine, her tongue feverishly searching for mine. She lifts herself, straight arms, mashing her genitals against me; holding her torso still, she vibrates.

"FUUUUCK YAAAAA, OHHH MMMYYYY GAAAAWD BRRIIIIAAANNNNNN."

We pump together quick and animalistic, she lifts, placing her hands to my ankles, eyes closed, head falls back I feel her hair on my knees.

"YESSS, YESSS, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

"OH FFUUUCK YYAAAAA." She falls forward. Her body quivering.

"Flip me over and fuck me hard, take me like a bitch. Fuck me deep and hard, keep me cumming; I want more, show that pathetic cheater how you make me have multiples."

I flip her over, and impale her from behind, she's prone, I'm between her legs. My arms straight, like female pushups from the knees; a few furious strokes and she's cumming again.

"OHH Hell YAAAA! LIKE THAAAAT" she screams,

"MOORE, I want more, keep fucking me, Brian."

"OOOOHHH YYAAAA!"

"I'm a wanton whore, ram me with that stiff shaft that enormous hard cock."

Fuck me Brian, slap my ass."

"Gawd woman you're great, such an awesome ass," I slap her twice on each cheek.

"OOHH YEEESSS BRIAN, spank me, I love that."

"Dump your jism in me, cum in my cunt."

I'm thrusting at maximum speed, forcing her into the bed.

"YAAAA, DOO MEE Like THAAAAAT, OOOOHHH YYAAAAA."

"OH SHIT, HIT MEEE, SLAP MEEE, I'M CUUMMMIINNNNGGGG AGGAAAAINN."

She starts shaking and groans, as I ejaculate. The moment I climax I pull out, spurting my jism across her cheeks, she rolls on her side. My continuing gooey streams of sperm landing on her thighs, she swipes up what she can and licks her fingers, staring at Cliff.