“That’s it…that’s it,” Vickie W said as she lay back on the sofa and let the young, big breasted, bleached blonde lick her pussy. She was quickly nearing orgasm. “Yes, that’s it. That’s wonderful technique, you’re using, Rhonda. It’s absolutely wonderful! Aaaahh!”
As she was being eaten out by the blonde, she expertly gave a skinny black guy and a scrawny white guy simultaneous handjobs. “Oh, yeah,” she said as the blonde brought her closer to climax. She looked up at the two men and was pleased to see their eyes roll back in their head as she stroked their large cocks up to new heights. She bit her lip as she orgasmed from the cunnilingus while at the same time and, without even thinking twice about it, licked the precum off the head of the black one’s dick. She was good. Very good.
“Yes, dear, you’re doing great,” her husband, Charles W said encouragingly as he looked over the top of his bifocals and watched her reach new levels of ecstasy. Like the others, he was also completely nude and sat there, sipping tea and making notations in a notebook as he occasionally stroked his large cock.
To some, this would have seemed an odd spectacle, but to those who knew the context, it was perfectly normal. You see, Charles and Vickie W were sex researchers and therapists. This is what they did. And not only were they enjoying themselves, they were also helping mankind. They were gathering knowledge so that other people could be freer and more skilled in their lovemaking. In fact, this was one of their free seminars that they routinely conducted in their home.
Because of the subject matter, they never really had problems getting people to participate. It also didn’t hurt things that Vickie W was quite a stunning woman. A classic MILF. Not only was she smart, she was also good looking—and built. She had brains, beauty and the bod. Sure, she was a little—just a little—bit older, but she had kept herself up magnificently. Her large breasts and tight body only added to her appeal. She just looked hot and oozed sexuality. Yes, she was sex on legs, always had been and probably always would be on some level. The young guys and girls who came to these seminars at her house were always very pleased (and relieved) to see that she was the one conducting them. Charles, on the other hand, was well-hung, but that was about it. However, this was okay because he usually just watched and took notes.
They did a lot of good, those two, right there in their home. It was a quite normal home, too. It smelled of pipe smoke, old books, magazines and wet wool. It was exactly the kind of place that one would expect these two to live in. They both came from academic, Brahmin families back East and what’s bred in the bone, as they say.
What had sparked their interest in becoming sex therapists was when they saw the sheer sexual ignorance of the populace surrounding them. Both of them were psychologists by trade and had studied sexuality and its various aspects for years. They considered themselves quite open-minded and had learned many exotic sexual techniques and practices in their travels throughout their world. While they had long ago come to accept the fact they were a little more advanced in their viewpoint as well as their technique than many of the people with whom they associated, it was one event, in particular, that they could say was the turning point.
The watershed event for them occurred when they were at a swing party and Vickie was being gangbanged by a group of what appeared, to Charles at least, to be some stock car racing enthusiasts. Charles, feeling very aroused and wanting to last longer than usual, had decided to utilize a recently acquired ancient Himalayan technique of immersing his scrotum into green tea. He had just mastered the technique and had been itching to try it out. He went to the kitchen and got the tea and placed it on a coffee table. He then stood over it and was preparing to lower himself so that his balls would be submerged when he overheard a snaggle-toothed fellow who was watching the proceedings remarking on his actions.
“What’s he trying to do? Teabag hisself?” the rustic commenter asked one of his contemporaries.
That was it. At first Charles was livid at the statement but after he thought about it, he realized that the guy wasn’t making fun of him. No, not really. He was merely framing Charles’s actions through his own limited perspective. This perspective was where the problem lay, Charles realized and if he could figure out a way to help widen it, then he would really be on the right track to doing good in the world. This realization sparked a desire in Charles to not only push himself further sexually, but to also teach others. Vickie, of course was on board. She loved intellectual pursuits almost as much as she did sexual ones and was more than willing to lumber forward into the unknown with her husband. Especially if it meant that she would get to help people improve their sex lives.
At first they began by trying to share their knowledge at the various swing parties and swing clubs they frequented, but people there just weren’t interested. Aside from the occasional remark like the one that had fueled Charles’s desire to open peoples’ eyes to the many aspects of sexuality and expose them to exciting and exotic sexual techniques, they were simply preaching to the choir. These were people who already knew the things they were trying to teach. That’s when they got the idea to start putting up flyers and running classified ads offering free sexual instruction. To bring people in, they posted the following offer, “Free Sex—You Might Just Learn Something!”
Naturally, this worked like a charm and soon they were teaching a whole array of people who would have never come into contact with this kind of knowledge. In fact, it was a flyer on the telephone pole in front of the adult bookstore out by the interstate that had brought these particular people Vickie was fucking into their house today. It was a good thing for Charles, too, because this session was giving him the final data which would allow him to complete one of his many scientific papers on the subject.
Vickie groaned with ecstasy as the blonde continued to eat her out. She grabbed the young woman’s head so that she could fuck her mouth as she orgasmed and then progressed from giving each of the men a handjob to giving them each a blowjob. She alternated between the two until she began to feel them tensing up. However, while this began to arouse her even more, it only made her realize that she needed to slow down. Besides, she also knew that she now needed some pussy. She rose up and switched places so that now she was licking out the buxom blonde’s smooth snatch. Vickie’s ass was now up in the air and the skinny white guy didn’t hesitate to take his opportunity. He eased his dick into Vickie’s awaiting twat and began pumping her hard. Vickie bit her lip at the wonderful feeling the big dick gave her. The black guy just took a deep breath and stroked his cock as he watched the action.
Vickie loved giving cunnilingus as much as she loved receiving it and ate the blonde’s delicious pussy with gusto. The blonde had never had her snatch eaten so expertly and came almost immediately. This pleased Vickie greatly and she hoped that the blonde would absorb a little of the technique that she had used on her. Vickie was truly in ecstasy at this moment. The fact that the white guy was fucking her so vigorously made her come again that much more quickly.
Soon, Vickie motioned for the black guy to trade places with the white guy and for the white guy to start fucking the blonde. She loved fucking black cock and ground into him with wild abandon as his big cock spread her out and filled her up completely. She bit her lip again as she orgasmed. Just watching the white guy go to work on the blonde turned her on even more and made her come again.
They fucked like this for a while, each one switching partners and having fun. Meanwhile, Charles continued to stroke his cock and take notes. Soon, however, the action was too much and he realized that he was going to have to cool himself off otherwise he was going to miss the big finish. This is where he would receive the most data. He was particularly interested in documenting the climax.
Before he let himself go beyond the point of no return, he stood up and began dunking his testicles into the tea that he had been drinking. He did this repeatedly and soon was back to normal. His climax was temporarily abated and he was able to return to objectively taking notes. And it was a good thing too, because just when he was able to get calmed down and put pen back to paper, Vickie decided to wrap things up. She got down on her knees and motioned for the blonde to join her. She then began jerking and sucking the two men off until they blasted their wads all over her and the blonde’s faces and tits. The blonde then kissed her and everybody smiled. It had been a great sexual learning experience.
* * * * *
A little while later, after everyone had put their clothes on and talked and had a couple of glasses of wine, it was time for the seminar participants to leave. Charles and Vickie gave each of them a hug and told them to feel free to come back again.
“That sure was nice, wasn’t it, Vickie?” Charles said after they closed the door. “I gathered so much data, I can’t wait to input it into my spreadsheet. I think this paper will definitely detail some real insight into the different stages of orgasm.”
“I know, it was great,” Vickie said, blissfully. “I think that each of them had some real breakthroughs. I only wish that I could have had someone to teach me the things that I have taught them.”
“We’re really doing good work here, aren’t we, dear?” Charles asked.
“We sure are,” Vickie said and gave him a hug.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, outside, the black guy, the white guy and the blonde were walking to a nearby bar. They had decided to extend the party that had been started at Charles and Vickie’s and were going to the drinking establishment to have a few more drinks. They had had a great time and were glad that they had answered the flyer. They had definitely been impressed by Vickie. However, even with their newly expanded sexual consciousness, the blonde still had a question:
“Just why was he trying to teabag himself?”
