Wonder Woman Academy
written by:
Prybar

I've never been much for public speaking. I prefer to work alone, and keep my own counsel. This works for me. I'd given up on helping out during the career days at the local high schools. The blank stares on most of those young faces as I tried to explain my entrepreneurial success soon convinced me I was wasting my time. Those kids only attended the presentations to get out of their regular classes. And their primary goals in life, goofing off and getting loaded while living off someone else, pretty much ruled out learning anything useful from me.

Veronica had to ask me several times, each time expounding upon the differences between the public high schools and her private academy for girls. Her school was named after some forgotten woman's suffrage advocate. That old broad was so forgotten that I cannot remember her name. But Veronica called the school, "Wonder Woman Academy". That nickname I could remember.

Veronica, "my friends call me Ronnie", didn't really run the school. Her husband was the Headmaster. She was more of a girl Friday who organized fund raisers and herded the parents and encouraged their booster club. She lined up the speakers for the career day presentations. And she stood around looking beautiful. She roped me into this deal.

Wonder Woman Academy was a top level prep school. It emphasized math and science skills, as well as rounding out the girls' general education. Every student was expected to take two years of Latin, and at least one other language, and those long forgotten subjects like history, economics, and speaking/writing in our language were featured as well. It was an all girl school, so all those panting boys at the public high schools weren't breathing up the girl's skirts all day long in class. Without that distraction, the girls concentrated upon their studies, and most excelled. The good colleges and universities fell all over themselves recruiting these graduates. Needless to say, committed parents did all they could to enroll their daughters. And it wasn't cheap.

I finally agreed to speak, and showed on time one Tuesday, and it worked out. As far as I was concerned, giving a pep talk about private enterprise in front of these girls was a joy. They listened. They laughed at my jokes. They smiled. And they asked good questions when I was done. We ran over time, so when the one girl there I actually knew didn't have time for her questions, I told her she could stop by my house anytime and I'd be glad to talk with her.

Mikuma was a senior student, the daughter of my neighbors, Ariska Takanaka and his wife, a former French Naval officer named Lavielle. They were my closest neighbors, although their house was nearly a half mile down our private lane. They were very successful in the import/export business, and to that end they went overseas often. I saw them once a year or so, at the neighborhood association meeting. Couldn't really call them friends.

Anyway, when my presentation was finished, and all the girls had filtered out of the room, each wearing the white blouse, blue and white checked pleated skirt, and white ankle socks, the school uniform, Ronnie came up to me. She was wearing a black tailored suit with a navy blue blouse with rather a deep plunging neckline. She was a strikingly attractive woman, and she smiled broadly. Small wonder she was able to talk me into speaking. I realized that she likely could talk most men into most anything. She stood directly in front of me, looking up into my face. One hand rested on my forearm. Her touch was warm.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you.....Oh Frank! You were wonderful. The girls were locked in! You had every one of them eating out of your hand."

"I can see why you are so proud of them. That's one bright bunch of girls. I was surprised, and very pleased at the quality of their questions. It was fun for me, and that is saying a bunch."

"So Frank...what are your plans for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Well, as long as I'm in town I thought I'd hit the gym early today. No point going home just in time to come back at my usual time."

"Maybe I'll see you there. I was planning on going in early today, too."

Did I mention that Ronnie and I both worked out at the same club? She was often there at the same time, and I had certainly noticed her. Her workouts were strenuous as she clearly was motivated. She was probably approaching my age, coming up on forty, and she seemed motivated to stay young and beautiful, so I had her pegged as a trophy wife who was aging out. Her workout outfits were always perfect and expensive. In the beginning, she seemed distant, and since she wore that huge rock on her left hand, I never approached her.

Don't get the wrong impression. I don't consider going home with the various women who came on to me at the gym to be any particular problem. If they slipped off their rings before flirting with me, I pretended not to notice. I wasn't chasing them. I simply let myself get caught. And some of them caught me often. Worse things could happen.

But Ronnie never so much as smiled in the beginning, and later, after we clearly recognized each other and politely exchanged hellos at the club, she never did anything to suggest she wanted any of my stuff. She even wore those padded bras under her leotards, not that she needed the help. No, she simply didn't want her nipples showing through that thin clinging fabric to give me the wrong idea. That was always the first thing the other ladies did when they tried to show their interest in me. They forgot to wear their padded bras that day. Suddenly, they were all nipples and bouncing breasts to go with their inviting smiles and lingering eyes. I could tell the difference.

The gym was a target rich environment, and I took full advantage.

I drove straight to the club after leaving the school. In the locker room I changed into my shorts and an old t-shirt. I wasn't dressing to impress anyone. My upper body workout went quickly, and I headed to my favorite treadmill for some cardio. Some stupid soap was on the TV hanging from the ceiling, but I had my ear buds with some good tunes and I soon zoned out. I didn't notice when Ronnie showed up on the treadmill next to mine. She must have been there for 15 minutes before I knew she was there. And I only noticed when she reached over to tug on my arm.

"Earth to Frank...Come in Frank"

"Oh,,,,,Hi."

"You must be having some serious fun on that thing. I've been watching you staring off into nowhere. Nobody home."

"Sorry, I tend to turn off my head on this thing. It helps pass the time. I like this 4600 more than the other treadmills, but I don't like it that much."

"I know the feeling. You'll notice we have the room to our self. Nobody else feels the need to torture themselves."

"Our gain."

I had to pull off my ear bud to hear her, and when I put it back in, she reached over to tug the cord and pull it out again.

"Frank.....Over here. I'm talking with you."

"Sorry"

"I wanted to thank you again for talking to our girls. You really were tremendous. You handled those girls quite well.

And I was wondering....."

She stopped running on the treadmill and turned to face me. That's when I noticed. No bra. Natural shaped breasts and erect nipples poking into the elastic fabric. Yeah, I notice such things. And she noticed me noticing. She did nothing to cover herself.

"Frank, you handled those girls well. I was wondering how well,,,,,, you handle a more mature woman."

I stopped running and it was my turn to face her. I deliberately glanced down at her breasts.

"It's one of my favorite hobbies. Why....Do you have someone in mind?"

"Why yes, I do."

Ronnie was rubbing her left breast with her right hand.

"Frank....I want you to take me into your bed."

"You don't mince words, do you?"

"Not when I know what I want."

"And....your husband?"

"Since when do you worry about whether the ladies you leave the gym with are married? Do you really think we don't notice such things? You've left with several of the ladies I know."

"You know about that? Must be one of those international conspiracy of women things. Have I been that obvious?"

"Let's just say that women talk in the locker room."

"I'll have to keep that in mind."

"I won't be seen leaving with you."

"Does that mean you don't really want to leave with me?"

"No, it means I will be careful. You will leave first, and a half hour later I will leave, and I will drive away from your house, double back, and I will meet you there."

"I don't suppose you need directions to my house."

"Nope. I've done my homework."

"Apparently"

"Leave your front door unlocked and I will park behind that big bush in front of your house so no one who might drive by can see my car."

"You have done your homework. Do you know the combination to my gun safe, too?"

"Not yet."

"But you are prudent."

"Frank...I have too much to lose. I'm not about to destroy my marriage just for a roll with you. But I do want that roll."

"I'll be back by the pool. It's very private there."

"See ya. Soon."

She was still playing with her breast. She threw me an air kiss as I left the room. I grabbed my clothes from the locker and stuffed them into my gym bag and headed out to where I parked the Porsche. At the street, I turned left. I was home in about twelve minutes.

I don't maintain much of a hands on control of my businesses. I hire good people to do that. I do keep an eye on things, but I can do that on-line from home, or wherever. I also leave directions and suggestions to be considered by my managers. I still track the numbers, drop ideas for new products, and do my market research. Once home, I settled into a lounge chair on the patio next to the pool, and turned on my laptop.

Nothing life shaking was going on, so when I heard the sliding glass door open, I turned off the computer and turned to greet my visitor.

Ronnie had donned a very light black dress over her workout clothes. She wore blue tights on her legs, and the red leotard had three quarter length sleeves, which looked nice set off by the very short sleeves of her dress. Her face still glowed from her workout, or something....

"Can I get you anything? A drink?"

"Got any decent Scotch?"

"I have one you might like."

"That'll do. Neat....a double."

"Your wish is my command. Would you like to take a shower?"

I've found that a shower is a good icebreaker at such times, and I leave it to the lady to invite me in. That didn't happen this time.

"No thanks. No shower. And don't you to take one either."

OK, fine. Not sure what that was about, but it wasn't going to ruin my day. I came out with a significant glassful of Scotch, from the good bottle, and a similar volume of my favorite bourbon. She was sitting sideways on my lounge chair, and she looked up into my face and smiled as she took her glass. Surprisingly, she took only a tiny sip. Most of the ladies, at least the first time, drained that glass of courage. This didn't seem a problem for Ronnie.

"You are correct, sir. This is an excellent scotch."

She took a larger swallow after raising the glass to her lips again. Her eyes never left mine. Then she set the glass down on the patio surface, still watching my face.

"Frank...you have too much clothing on."

Took both of her hands, but she tugged my shorts down. I stood there in sweat stained t-shirt and half erect cock.

"Oh yeah. I was right. That's a nice one, Frank."

"Thank you."

"Do you mind?"

Before waiting for an answer, she grabbed my cock with both hands, gave him a good squeeze, and then with one set of fingers tickling my balls, the other five commenced stroking him. He grew before her eyes. She leaned forward and I saw her sniff my cock, and then her tongue flicked out to taste me.

"I was right again."

"OK, I give. What were you right about this time?"

I stood there before her as she sat on my chair. She fingered my cock as she contemplated her answer. The sun was warm on my back. I was fully erect now.

"Frank...you haven't asked me about my husband."

"Well yeah, I did before. I believe you changed the subject."

"It's not Thursday. So I will not be having sex with my husband tonight. Thursday is sex night. Every Thursday night my husband takes a shower before coming to my bed. I'm expected to be clean and perfumed already. I'm to wear the pink camisole he bought me years ago, and nothing else. He pushes me back onto the bed and spreads my thighs. He licks me a while to get himself aroused. I don't recall him ever noting if I was. When he is halfway erect, he stands up and I give him head until he is hard, and then he pushes me back on the bed, kneels between my legs, and he fucks me for the few minutes it takes him to cum. He likes to kneel and then fuck me because he doesn't get as tired this way.

Then I get a peck on the lips, and he goes to his room to sleep. He never even takes off my camisole or plays with my breasts. He just pumps away until he cums, and then he stands up, gives me that pathetic kiss, and then he leaves."

"That doesn't feel like a bunch of fun."

"It's not. But he is a good man. He takes very good care of me, financially. And he would never cheat. So I've never done anything like this before. If he finds out about this I'll probably be out in the street."

"He won't hear about this from me."

"Me neither. I just needed to get some good sex once before I get too old. I just want to get some good sex."

"I see what you mean. I hope you realize you picked the right place."

"So, I haven't scared you away?"

Looking down at my hard cock that was getting gently stroked, I shifted my gaze to her eyes.

"You haven't scared me away. I plan on doing all it takes to make this worth it to you."

"I knew you would."

"You did your research."

"Yeah, I did. And to answer your earlier question, I'm delighted to smell a real man's cock. And I was right....you smell good."

She leaned down to place my cock into her mouth. She knew what to do with it. She pumped on it and sucked on it and stroked it with her hands, all while fondling my balls. I couldn't help but moan.

"Do you like this, Frank?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you really need to ask?"

"Yes...I do. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. How's about I just tell you when I really like what you are doing, and then you won't have to ask. By the way.....what you are doing right now feels real good."

She said something, but I couldn't understand. She had something in her mouth. Didn't matter; I was distracted.

"Ronnie, you'd best stop that for a bit, for you are about to make me cum."

"Oh, I want you to cum in my mouth."

"Maybe later. But first.....Somebody here is over-dressed."

"Oh, you want me to take off my clothes?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm kinda ugly. My husband doesn't even want to look at me."

"Let me remind you...I'm not your husband. And if I do anything correctly here, you will soon forget to think about him for a while."

Ronnie stood up, and I helped her remove her little black dress. I pulled it up over her head. Then I tugged her tights off her legs and tossed it onto my shorts on the ground. She reached down to unfasten the buttons between her legs, and then the leotard followed the dress over her head. She stood before me naked, her arms hanging limply by her sides. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and then stepped back to take a look.

"Lordy girl, you are fucking gorgeous."

"Really? You like?"

"Oh yeah."

I stepped closer and my hands slid down her skin until they settled on her breasts. She suck in a huge breath. When my lips touched hers, she sucked in some more. An arm went around her, and both of hers wrapped around me, and she crushed me into her.

"Oh gawd, hold me. Hold me tight."

"Yes"

I pressed my lips into her and she rubbed her naked skin against mine, flattening her breasts against me, and she trembled and moaned. My hand coursed up and down her back a few times before dropping down to grasp her bare rear end. I pulled her against me, and she spread her legs so that she could press herself into my thigh. I tightened those muscles so she had something hard to press against, and that helped. She made gurgling noises into my ear.

My finger found its way between her butt cheeks and then around until I felt the back of her pussy. She was already wet. She bit my ear. She moved up and down, sliding her clit along my thigh and this drove my finger into and out of her pussy. She moved faster and faster, and the noises escaping her mouth escalated. When my free hand caught her turgid nipple and pinched it tightly, she could not escape the explosion of pleasure that coursed through her. She cried out, her breaths coming in jerks and gasps, and then I was holding her up when her legs went to rubber on her.

I picked her up easily, and kneeling beside the lounge chair, I laid her on her back there.

Ronnie's eyes were out of focus and her breathing was exaggerated. The skin of her shoulders and upper chest had gone red. She did nothing to stop me as I placed hands on her thighs and spread them. Her legs flopped off the sides of the lounge chair. Her pussy glistened in the afternoon sun. My tongue soon settled in there.

I know what I'm doing when it comes to eating pussy. I won't bore you with the details, but I gave Ronnie a pleasant surprise. I don't think what I was doing in there was anything like whatever her husband tried. She moaned and squirmed, crushing my face into her by grabbing my head with her hands and tugging me into her. She held my head between her thighs and rubbed against me. And the waves of pleasure roared through her and she trembled and twitched, writhing around on the chair. I lost count of the times she cried out.

She finally went limp, and I backed away, her juices dripping off my beard. I pulled another chair alongside her and sat. I played with my cock as I watched her slowly come back to earth. Her breathing slowly settled. The muscle twitches stopped. Finally, her eyes opened, although it was some while before they focused on anything.

Her head turned toward me and our eyes locked. She smiled.

"Fuuuuccckk Frank. What did you do to me?"

"That was a warm up."

"Warm up??!!? Warm up? Geessus, if that's a warm up, when does the good stuff start?"

"Whenever you are ready."

She momentarily looked alarmed, but then she grinned and then bit her lower lip. It was cute.

"You ready?"

"I think so."

"Can you help my little friend like you did before?"

"Of course."

I moved next to the lounge chair, and she sat again, and when I presented my cock, she opened her mouth and invited him in. She really was good at this, and I was big and hard quickly. When he slid out of her mouth and he popped up in front of her face, she grinned.

Two fingertips pushed her onto her back on the lounge chair. I picked up her feet and straddled the chair. Ronnie's feet rested on my shoulders. Her face looked up into mine and she locked her eyes on mine. My cock head found the spot and I let him slowly slip into her. Her eyes narrowed a bit, and her smile widened. I let him marinate in the moist warm darkness.

Finally, Ronnie couldn't wait any longer, and she began to move around me, wiggling herself so my cock moved in her. She worked her clit against my cock shaft. She moved him in and out. I was kissing her feet, and this also drove her crazy. She was still on a slow boil, so the first climax didn't take long. I felt her tighten around me. Her belly muscles flexed. Her head lolled back and forth. Suddenly her mouth opened and the noises flew out. I leaned forward to grab her breasts, and she launched.

I let her explode a few more times, and then began thrusting into her, slow and hard at first, and then with a violence that shook the chair and perhaps the very earth. She came and came again, her eyes wide but unseeing. Her mouth gaped and the noises and drool spewed out. Her nose flared. She raked my arms with her fingernails and the blood dripped on her chest. I watched the veins stand out in her neck.

Eventually she went completely stiff, and a single "YEEK" flew out. Then nothing but limp and quiet. She wasn't breathing. I pulled my cock out and she twitched, but still she didn't breath. I slapped her cheek. Rather hard. She gasped, and then breathed again. But she didn't wake. I sat beside her again and watched her closely. Nearly an hour later, she awoke. Some time later, she spoke.

"Hi Frank."

"Howdy"

"What happened?"

"You got fucked."

"I think I left my body. I saw a light and I went toward it, and other things."

"You did something."

"It was so wonderfullllll....."

"Seemed like it. You've been out a while."

"My gawd. What time is it?"

"About a quarter of six."

"Shit!!! I've got to get home. Alfred will be looking for his dinner. Shit!"

"Grab some chicken at the Colonel."

"How do I look?"

"What do you think?"

"What can I tell my husband?"

"Tell him you went to the gym and had a really good workout."

"I could do that. I've never lied to him before. And that's not even a lie."

"Nope"

"I gotta go."

"Go"

She pulled on clothes and found her shoes. She gave me a hot, lingering kiss. Then she staggered across the lawn and disappeared. I heard her Mercedes start, and then it was quiet. And no, she hadn't waited around to let me cum in her mouth. I sat in my chair playing with my cock. He was wondering what happened too. The sun still felt good on my skin.

I was looking for my shorts when out of the corner of one eye, I noticed something. Without letting on, I got up and walked toward my house, my cock swinging slowly before me. Once inside the house, I pulled on my white cotton robe, and then I hurried out the front door and around the side of the house. From behind the corner of the house, I looked into the bushes that bordered the lawn in the backyard. There it was.

Somebody was squatting in those bushes. I couldn't see who, but it was female, and she wore the blue checked pleated skirt of a Wonder Woman School uniform. She was turned a bit sideways as she peered through the bush at the backdoor where I had just been. And she was wearing pink panties.

I crept quietly toward her. I finally could see her black hair, and the side of her face.

"Mikuma!"

"EEEKKKE!!!"

I caught her as she tried to run past. She was a tiny thing, so it was not all that hard to capture her. My arm was around her waist, and I simply lifted her wheels off the road. I carried her out into the lawn, to where the chairs sat on the patio beside the pool.

"All right young lady. Sit!"

Mikuma plopped down into the small chair, and I lowered myself into the lounge chair.

"So, young lady....How long were you hiding in the bushes?"

"A long time. I watched Mrs. Sheldon drive up and walk into your house, so instead of knocking on your door.....I was coming to ask you questions, and now I could not. I did not know what to do, so I hide in the bushes until I saw her walking to you in the back yard."

"So you were there the whole time?"

"Yes, I was."

"And you watched us?"

"Yes, I watch. You can not tell my parents. They will punish me severely."

"Nobody is going to tell your parents.

Do you know what we were doing?"

"You and Mrs. Sheldon were having sex. I know about sex."

"So then you know that you cannot tell anyone either. Mrs. Sheldon would also be in big trouble."

"I no tell. My mother sometimes has sex with men. She say that in France everyone has sex with everyone, so nothing wrong. She tell me not to tell my father, for he would be very angry. My father not from France. I know not to tell."

"Sounds like a good thing. We will all not tell."

"I no tell."

"Yeah."

"Can Mikuma ask question?"

"About my talk today?"

"No, about sex. I have class at school about sex. They showed drawing of stick people having sex. They want us to know all about sex. But they did not show anything like what you and Mrs. Sheldon were having sex."

"Imagine that."

"You mean there is more to sex than what they teach us? Why is that?"

"We don't have time for me to explain all that. Let's just say your parents would not want the school teaching some of the things that you saw today. Sex is many things, things that feel good to people."

"I'm so confused. If sex makes people feel good, why wouldn't the school teach that?"

"Sometimes some people do things to feel good that other people think are bad things. People have been arguing about this for a very long time."

"Maybe I should ask the teacher at school."

"Mikuma...that might not be a very good idea."

"Then can I ask you questions?"

"Ah....I suppose."

"Can I ask you question now?"

"One. One question."

"I've never seen a man before, a man with no clothes. A man is different from me. I ask if I can see you again. You were so far away when I watched you with no clothes. Can I see again?"

"You want to see me....with no clothes."

"Yes, I want to see penis. You looked different than the stick man the teacher show."

"No doubt."

I thought about it for a moment, and then figured I no longer had anything to hide from this girl, so I opened my bathrobe and let the sun shine in. My cock was laying across one thigh, and my legs were far enough about that I also showed my balls to Mikuma. She leaned over to gather a good look.

"One more question? How does a man walk with all this....hanging between your legs?"

"We manage."

"Your penis is so big. I don't believe it will fit in a woman."

"I thought you just watched how my penis will fit in a woman."

"Yes, but I still don't believe."

"Someday you will see, and then you will believe. And I believe you will be pleasantly surprised."

"One more question."

"OK, but then you have to go home."

"Can I touch?"

"You want to touch my penis?"

"Yes, I want to touch. You man so different from me."

"All right, but just this once."

Mikuma leaned in very closely, and her tiny hand reached toward my cock. She extended her index finger and poked the head.

"Soft"

Slowly she wrapped the fingers of one hand around my cock and then gently lifted him off my thigh. It felt much like it always feels when someone takes hold of my cock. He did what he usually does. He twitched.

"EEK!!"

"What?"

"Penis moved."

"Yeah, they do that. And if you keep that up, they grow."

Mikuma looked at me incredulously.

"Bigger?"

"Oh yeah."

"Me see."

She picked up my cock again, and her little fingers played up and down, lightly stroking the head. Considering how the afternoon had gone, I was not surprised at how quickly I became erect. Mikuma's eyes grew almost as much.

"Mr. Cummings....I think I must go."

"You can go."

"Can I ask more question later?"

"Sure"

She quickly ran around the house and disappeared. And I sat there with an erection, alone, one more time. I just shook my head, finished my glass of bourbon and then Ronnie's scotch. Fitful would describe my sleep that night.

I was wearing my shorts on Wednesday as I checked my computer in the backyard by the pool. I felt a presence behind me. I turned. Mikuma stood there in her in her school uniform. She was about five feet behind me.

"Well, hello Mikuma. How long have you been standing there?"

"Only a little."

"OK. And you were going to sell hello when?"

"I wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for maybe you take shorts off again."

"I should have guessed."

"I go now??"

"No, you don't need to go."

"You not angry with me?"

"I'm not angry at all."

"Then you take shorts off?"

"This is an unusual request, you know."

"I just ask."

"Yeah, you did....OK, let's see where this goes."

I shrugged off my shorts. I didn't have a shirt, so I was naked before this student for the second time in two days. I was in my lounge chair again. Mikuma walked over to sit on the chair next to me. She leaned over to stare at my cock.

"You like that thing, don't you?"

"I like. It is strange, but I like."

"You have more questions?"

"Yes, many."

"OK"

"Can I touch again? You make big again?"

"You can touch again. If it gets big again, that's your doing."

"Is that sex?"

"Some might say it is. Others would say it's a good start."

"You funny."

Mikuma was stroking my cock with those tiny hands of hers, and it felt good. She got her wish as my cock grew and hardened. She was staring at it as she talked. She smiled. So I asked her,

"You like this?"

"It makes me feel warm inside."

"I'll bet. And yes, before you ask, it makes me feel good inside too."

"Mr. Cummings, does it make you want to have sex?"

"Let me ask you....does feeling good inside make you want to have sex?"

"I don't know. I think so."

"Well, to answer your question, yes...it makes me want to have sex too."

"Oh, I not ready to have sex with you!"

Mikuma dropped my cock, and with an alarmed look on her face, she stood up.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mikuma. I didn't mean you needed to have sex now. I just said that when you do that to my penis it feels good and it makes me want to have sex. You see, when a man feels like this, he wants to, ah, well...he wants to have a sexual release."

"Oh, you mean semen. I learn about that in class. The man leaks a fluid after sex."

"Yeah, something like that."

"It sounds icky."

"What did they say in your class?"

"Just that."

"How badly do you want to learn about sex?"

"Oh, so much!"

"Would seeing a video about people having sex help you?"

"Oh yes."

"Let me write down a website for you. It is about people having sex. This website is all about entertainment, and making people feel good inside and making them want to have sex. It wasn't made to teach little girls, but I think you might learn something. Go home and when you are alone, watch some of these videos. Here is my password and user name. That will let you see the videos. Then if you have questions, I'll be here."

"Oh, thank you. Goodbye."

And again I sat in my backyard, naked and holding my erect cock.

Mikuma came by after school again the next afternoon. I was in my usual spot, wearing my shorts with no shirt again. She was still in uniform. She was no longer shy and timid around me. She smiled as she pulled the chair up next to me and sat down. This time, without asking, she began to grope my cock through the fabric of my shorts.

"Whoa there, young lady. Don't you think you should ask permission first before you start grabbing for my penis?"

"The videos were very good. I learned many things. Much better than the stick people in my class. You can see everything. And when the woman wants to take the man's penis, she just puts her hand on his pants to rub it, and then she takes his pants off for him so she can hold his penis. I want to hold your penis, so I do like in the videos. And I want to kiss it."

"You are right...that's what they do on the videos. But you must remember these videos were made for entertainment, and so they take some liberty with reality. For our purposes here, it would be best if you ask permission first. OK?"

"Yes, OK...Now can I hold your penis?"

"Yes, you may."

She pulled my shorts down and grabbed my cock. She began stroking him, and like before he began to grow.

"I watch the videos, and the man likes this very much. And he likes very much when the semen spurts out. I am going to make your semen spurt out. I want you to feel good."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Oh yes. I owe you so much. I will thank you this way."

"Very well. Let's see how you do."

Well, Mikuma must have studied those videos well, for she clearly had picked up some technique. She set about stroking my cock and tickling my balls. Her deft little fingers spread my pre-cum around my cock head, and she wet my cock with her saliva. She made a fair attempt at licking and sucking on my cock. And it was working. I was breathing a bit harder, and those were little murmurs of pleasure that escaped my lips. I was getting close to cumming. She turned her head to look into my face, and she smiled.

"You like it!"

"Ah, yes....I like it a lot."

"On video the woman takes her shirt off now so the man can look at her breasts. Do you want me to take off my shirt?"

"I'd like that, but are you OK with that?"

"Oh, for you....yes."

She began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off, and then reaching behind her, she released the hooks holding her bra. She had perky perfect little breasts, with perfect little pink erect nipples, and they shook ever so slightly as she jerked on my cock. That did it for me.

I felt the burn and the pressure built, and I held back until I thought my head might explode. I probably should have warned her, but I was busy at the time. Then I let it go.

The first spurt shot over my left shoulder. Then I watched as Mikuma aimed my cock at herself, and the cum spewed over her breasts and belly. She was grinning like a lunatic.

"I did it!"

"Oh yes, you did."

She was looking at the white cum that dribbled onto her fingers. She licked her lips.

"Do you want to taste it?"

"Yes"

"Then, go ahead."

Her hand shook from excitement, but she held a finger dripping with cum in front of her face. Her tongue licked off the cum. Her face grimaced at first, then a thoughtful look, and finally a big smile.

"It is a little salty, not like anything I know. I like it."

"Good. Someday someone will love you for that."

She reached for my cock again.

"Can I do it some more?"

"We need to let my penis rest for a little bit, so he can grow again."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that's how it works."

She stood beside my lounge chair, her breasts hovering before my eyes. The blue and white checked pleated skirt brushed against my arm.

"Why don't you let me do some things for you that will make you feel good, too?"

"You want to touch me like in the videos?"

"Yeah, some of that."

"OK"

Mikuma stood right next to where I lay back in my lounge chair. I let my hand rest very gently on the skin of the back of her calf below the hem of her skirt. She jumped just a bit, but didn't pull away. My hand squeezed her calf, and she smiled at me and giggled. I let my hand slide up and down her calf. Then it was the back of her knee, and she giggled again.

The skin on the back of her thigh was soft and smooth. Up and down I slid my hand, the thumb going up the outside of her thigh, and the fingers up the back. Every once in a while I went a bit higher. I was soon lifting her skirt a bit with each stroke. Her leg trembled, and she got a thoughtful look on her face.

My index finger began to bump into the bottom of her left cheek. I felt the cotton panty. I let my hand slide up the back of that cheek, and it rested there and squeezed a little through the fabric. My index finger poked under the fabric and then my hand slide under onto the bare skin of her butt cheek. And then a finger slipped down and then forward seeking the very back of her pussy. It was wet, and I'd have to say sensitive, for although she was jumping and sighing when I touched those various other parts, she shuddered all over when I touched her pussy. I saw her bite her lip.

My other hand found the front and then the inside of her thigh, the butterfly light touch of fingertips coursed up the soft inner thigh skin. The side of that index finger began to slide along the crotch of her panties, along her pussy lips, tracing the crack between. The cotton was soaked. The tiny bump of her clit couldn't avoid the attention of my finger, as the other hand slowly and gently probed the entrance to her love tunnel from behind.

Mikuma's breaths were coming faster and much harder now. She shivered as my fingers explored her pussy. She wobbled on her feet. I watched her face change as she smiled and grimaced, and bit her lip. Her tiny breasts rose and fell with her breathing. The skin on her neck and shoulders turned bright red.

I stood up and pushed Mikuma down onto the lounge chair. She lay back, her blue and white checked pleated school uniform skirt scrunched about her waist as her white cotton panties were still being violated by my fingers. I pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, and her tight pink pussy lips glistened in the sun of my backyard.

Strange sweet sounds spilled from Mikuma's lips as I stroked her pussy lips and the little button of her clit. She twitched all over. She gasped for breaths. Her thighs spread apart to grant me access. She wanted more. My tongue provided more.

As previously attested, I provide reasonably useful head. I licked and pressed and parted and stroked that young, pristine pussy, delivering an assortment of the usual oral/genital delights. Mikuma had never enjoyed such attention and she seemed most appreciative. She writhed about on my lounge chair as the pleasures I delivered coursed through her innocent young body. She cried out with each successive climax. Of which there were many. She was panting and sweating and twitching when I finally came up for air.

Only a gentleman would ask permission at this point, but as I strive for such a moniker, I looked Mikuma directly in her eyes, and then I proposed that we should share in some sex. She nodded in agreement. Not sure if she could claim she was coerced, but I really wanted to fuck her by this point, so let's just call this a deal agreed upon under the duress of the moment. I slowly pulled off her cotton panties.

My cock was raging by now, so asking him to hold off seemed unkind if not unreasonable at this point. He sought out the warmth and slippery dark of Mikuma's pussy with an unprecedented enthusiasm. As I rammed him home, I enjoyed the usual rewards of such endeavor. And so did Mikuma.

The pumping and thrashing about commenced. I treasured my experiences and it surely appeared that she also did. She cried out with each thrust of my mighty rod. I grunted along with her. Much pleasure was enjoyed and imparted in short order. Mikuma's eyes rolled back in her head, and her head lolled back and forth as my cock pounded into her. Her legs wrapped involuntarily around my waist, pulling me in and deep, and I responded with even more enthusiasm. She came time and again, crying and panting and wailing with each new sensation, and when the time came, and I could no longer hold out, my eyes closed and my mouth clenched and my balls clinched and my breath stopped, and we enjoyed the shared joy of the simultaneous orgasm, those others she'd already experienced not withstanding, and I blew my pent up load into her as she felt the heights of ecstasy one last time. And it felt good, by golly.

At some point later, I let my shrinking cock slide out of Mikuma's pussy. She shuddered with one more climax with this. I stood on rubber legs. She lay on my lounge chair, bare breasts heaving with her recovery, blue and white checked skirt in disarray around her waist, her thighs carelessly spread and her pussy dripping with my voluminous cum slowly drying in the sun. The contented look on her face should have told all, but when her eyes caught mine, and that smile crept across her face, I took that as a thankyouverymuch. I sat in the chair next to her, enjoying the view, and watching as consciousness returned to her reality. At some point, she tried to sit up.

"Hi girl."

"Mr. Cummings...."

"Yeah, it's me."

"Is this what sex is about?'

"Yeah"

"I like it."

"Yeah, we all do."

"Thank you for lesson."

"You are most welcome."

"Should I go home now?"

"You stay as long as you wish, and you leave when you are ready."

"I stay for a little longer."

"OK"

When she was ready, I helped Mikuma find her panties and then helped her get dressed. She averted her eyes when I spoke to her, but when I took hold of her shoulders and gently turned her toward me, she raised her face so I could kiss her. She smiled.

"I thank you, Mr. Cummings. You teach me so much. I do not know what else to say."

"You are a wonderful young woman. You don't need to thank me. I enjoyed myself too, you know."

"I will see you soon again?"

"Whenever you'd like. You are always welcome here, for anything, not just for sex....OK?"

"Yes...OK.''

Now it might seem that this was the end of a pleasant story, but I found out a week later that it was only a beginning. I was enjoying a cup of coffee as an early season baseball came came on the TV. My doorbell rang. Imagine my surprise when I swung open the front door and Mikuma stood there in her school uniform.

"Hello, Mr. Cummings. I come back to see you. And I bring a friend. This is my friend, Taylor."

Taylor, it turned out, was a classmate, the president of the senior class at the Wonder Woman Academy. She was about five inches taller than Mikuma, with long straight blonde hair, and rather prodigious breasts straining against the buttons of her white blouse. And those long legs that descended from below her blue and white checked pleated uniform skirt were simply lovely. Her smile was a bit contrived, as she clearly was nervous. But her eyes looked directly into mine as she then bit her lip.

"Taylor has never seen a man's penis before. Do you think we might......"

"You want to see my penis?"

"Taylor smiled, bit her lip, and nodded yes."

"I pull down pants."

"OK, Mikuma. You may pull down my pants."

Taylor stared in amazement as my cock popped out. She smiled.

"OK, Taylor......time to take off blouse."

Mikuma already had shed her blouse and bra, and those tiny but perfect breasts of hers hovered before my eyes. I watched as Taylor fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Her breasts bulged out the top of her bra. They sprang into the open when she released the hooks out back. I've seen some nice breasts in my day, but these were definitely top five.

Standing there in only her blue and white checked school uniform skirt, nipples fully erect atop large and upright eighteen year old breasts, Taylor looked mighty good. Mikuma took Taylor's hand and placed it on my growing cock.

And all I could think was that there were 37 more 18 year old girls in Mikuma's senior class at the Wonder Woman Academy, and I was just scratching the surface.