So the three of us repaired back to the pool area and soaked, enjoying

some chilled beer and wine. It was then that the sleeping arrangements

were discussed.

“Angie, you take the spare bedroom.” Lolita announced. “Nick, you have a

choice: The exam table or the couch in the living room.” She gave me an

inquiring look.

“The couch should be fine.” I said.

Finally we all settled, and the house fell into silence. Thinking of all

that had transpired made me get a raging erection, and I was once more

tempted to ‘take matters in hand’. As I was about to make up my mind, I

heard a stirring. In the gloom I saw Lolita approach me and pat me on

the shoulder. I lifted my head and she put her finger to her lip. Then

she took my hand and beckoned to me to follow her. I did so, as quietly

as I could.

Back in Lolita’s bedroom, she took me in her arms and gave me a deep,

probing kiss.

“You’re not sleeping alone, or on the couch.” She whispered, as she

quietly closed her door.

We held each other tightly as we kissed again, a slow, gentle probing

kiss, tongues waltzing together, first in one mouth, then in the other.

Lolita felt the urgent twitching of my hardness, and pressed against it.

Still tightly embracing, we sidled to her bed and fell onto it together.

She wore a short nightie and panties which came off quickly, as I

removed my t-shirt and briefs. She lay there on her back, legs open,

ready to receive my member.

“Come.... NOW!” she demanded.

I laughed softly. “Nah...I’ve been waiting too long for this not to

savor every moment.”

I planted another long, gentle kiss on her mouth and then proceeded to

kiss and lick her neck, pausing to tease one ear with my hot breath

before continuing downward to give attention to her magnificent

breasts... They were firm and generous, though not overly large. Her

nipples were erect and she responded to my kisses and nibbles with sighs

and urgent moans. I proceeded downward to French-kiss her lovely navel.

Lolita ran her fingers through my hair.

“Oh...Baby! Ooohhh!” she whispered. “Fuck me now, PLEASE!”

“Not yet, Miss Lolita,” I responded. “This will be a night you won’t

soon forget.”

I moved down to her feet and took one in hand, licking the sole, then

taking each of her toes and gently sucking on it. I alternated to her

other foot, and then proceeded upward, licking her calves, knees, and

her thighs. Then I rolled her over and licked the backs of her thighs,

and her lower back, finally migrating downward to the cleft between her

cheeks, where her anus waited. I could smell her musk as I approached

her rosebud which I licked with relish. She arched her back and moved to

meet my assaulting tongue. Then I moved down to her waiting labia, which

glistened with wetness, reflecting the moonlight which filtered through

the window. I turned my lover once again onto her back, and continued my

attentions to her swollen clitoris. As I did so, with my tongue, my

middle finger began a foray into her waiting vagina which was slick with

juices. All this time she responded with moans and sighs of pleasure,

her lower body jerking as I teased her sensitive areas.

Probing deep into her vagina, I began a massage of her Grafenberg (or

‘G’) spot. This drove Lolita wild, as she reached down, running her

fingers through my hair, sometimes stroking, sometimes pulling. Her

movements and the sounds she made became more and more urgent until she

finally released a glorious ‘Aaaahhhh’, collapsing into bliss, catching

her breath. I moved up to her face and gave her a lingering kiss.

She finally caught her breath and said:

“Wow! You’re right!” she continued: “I really won’t soon forget this!”

Then Lolita looked down and saw that I still had a raging erection.

“Now it’s your turn to enjoy!” she said. “Now lie down, put your hands

behind your head, and let me do the work.”

I did as she asked. Lolita started by emulating what I had done with her

neck and ears and nipples, nipping them playfully, as she ran her hand

along my inner thighs and titillated the area closest to my scrotum. And

as she worked her way down I realized I was in for the session of my

life.

She lifted my leg, and with my help, pushed it high so that her mouth

could explore the area beneath my scrotum. Her tongue licked and probed

this area with relish, and I felt her wetting my anus generously with

her saliva. She reached down and dipped her finger into her vagina,

extracting some of her lubrication, then went to teasing my rectum once

again. Suddenly, though not quite unexpectedly, she plunged her finger

in my back hole, and began a rubbing-twisting motion. As she did so, she

slowly began lowering her mouth down around my penile shaft, wetting it

thoroughly with her saliva, then as she retreated she sucked in air,

which rushed into her mouth around my shaft. It was a glorious and brand

new feeling for me, and it was all I could do to keep myself from

letting go my load. Her finger persisted in my rectum as she found and

began massaging my already loaded prostate. She repeated the breath

trick on my penis, and I gave an audible inward hiss, as my body jerked

uncontrollably. Then she stopped. She gently retracted her finger from

my anus, prodded my leg back down, and positioned herself above me,

ready to impale herself on my waiting member. Lolita reached to the

nightstand, grabbed a tube of K-Y, and squeezed a liberal amount on the

head of my now extremely sensitive penis.

Then gently guiding it, she positioned it at the entrance to her back

door, and slowly lowered herself onto me. The feeling was glorious, and

one I had never experienced before. This was the first time I had

screwed a woman in her ‘forbidden’ hole. I could feel her heat as she

gyrated and slowly worked up and down my member. She had her eyes

closed, and had a look of ecstasy as she moved to please herself and to

please me. I moved to her rhythm, as we danced in our lovemaking, and I

reached up with my mouth to lick and nip her still hard nipples.

We moved with greater and greater abandon, until time stood still and I

felt an urgency in my loins which I had never before felt. And with a

hissing and a heavy sigh, I let go my load, spurting my spunk again and

again into my lover’s back hole. As Lolita sensed my immediately

impending orgasm, she alternated contracting and relaxing her sphincter,

thus, in a sense, milking me dry. As soon as my erection subsided and

fell out of Lolita’s anus, I took her by the shoulders and coaxed her up

to straddle my face. Understanding what I was trying to do, Lolita

positioned herself so her rosebud was directly over my mouth. Then she

proceeded to slowly eject my spunk into my mouth, as I licked her nether

hole clean. After enjoying one more orgasm, Lolita collapsed on my

chest, and we lay there, kissing gently, getting our breath back.

“Oh, Baby!” She said, “You are SOME lover!”

“You’re pretty special yourself.” I replied.

We lit cigarettes and relaxed.

“I have to tell you that this was a test.” Lolita said.

“Test?” I asked.

“Yup.” She continued, “This is strictly between you and me. Agreed?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Agreed?” She insisted.

“Yeah. O.K.” I said.

“Angie wants you to make love to her.”

“What?” I was amazed. “I’m old enough to be her father!”

“Nevertheless...” continued Lolita, “She wants you to be her first.”

“Why me?” I asked. “I’m just an old...”

“You’re a gentle, generous, patient man.” Lolita said. “That’s what she

sees in you”. She continued: “I also happen to know that you’re a great

lover.” She looked me in the eye. “Who could be better than you, to show

her the beauty of sex?”

“Geez!” I said. “I’m flattered.”

“That’s what she and I were talking about when you walked in the room

earlier. She was asking for my advice.” Lolita continued: “I told her I

would think about it and let her know in the morning.”

“So?” I asked.

“Like I said, this was a test.” She added: “And you passed with flying

colors. You’re very skilled in the art of satisfying a woman. You sure

did a number on me.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But I still don’t feel right about

doing it with such a young....”

She placed her finger on my lip. “Shhh. She chose you because you’re

kind and gentle. She knows you find her attractive. And I know you’d

make a good teacher for her.”

I lay there quietly, with pictures in my mind of my ravishing a young

beauty such as Angie.

“O.K.” Lolita said with finality. “So it’s settled. In the morning, I’ll

let her know what I think, and then I’m going to make an excuse and go

out for a couple of hours.” She continued: “She doesn’t know we’re

having this conversation. Be nice to her. And gentle.”

There was nothing more to say. I liked the idea, though my conscience

told me I shouldn’t.

Lolita and I fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Morning came too soon. Lolita shook me awake, and scooted me to take a

shower while she went to wake up Angie. We all puttered around the

kitchen, contributing to the preparation of a nice breakfast. We were

all ravenous, and ate with relish. Lolita excused herself and left the

kitchen. Less than a minute later, I heard Lolita’s pager go off where

it sat on a sconce by the front door. When Lolita returned, I told her

the pager had gone off. She retrieved it and got the number to call. She

excused herself again. I knew this was a charade she had concocted to

give credibility for her unexpected upcoming departure.

Finally she came out, wearing flowered scrubs and plain white tennis

shoes.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go to the hospital for a couple of

hours.” She explained: “One of my co-workers has some urgent business

and asked me to relieve her for a while. I owe her a couple of favors,

so...”

She reassured us as she retrieved her keys. “I shouldn’t be gone more

than three hours. You two make yourselves at home. You can practice your

lessons if you’d like.” She winked.

Then she was gone.