Teacher of love

How I learned about sex from an older gentleman

As a kid of 14 years I was learning to play the piano. I had classes in the afternoon after school and when I would be going home it was already dark outside. To shorten my walk home, I used to go through a park that was dark and thick with trees.
In the spring after I celebrated my 14th birthday I was walking home one evening after my piano lesson I started to meet an older gentleman who would always say hi and I greeted him back.
This happened every evening I would walk through the park and soon we would stop and chat for a minute. He was always smartly dressed and well groomed. He had a pipe he would smoke while sitting on the bench and he was very nicely built for a man his age. I liked him.

One evening, in stead of going to a friends house like I told my parents, I don’t really know why, but I went to the park instead.
I found him sitting on his bench and smoking a pipe like usual. I said hi and sat beside him. I asked him if he was there evey day and he said yes. He said he like coming here for peace and quiet.
We talked for a bit, about school and friends. About my piano lessons and so forth.
After a while the conversation turned towards boys and relationships.
I told him I never had a boyfriend and I thought it was too early for me. He said in one way I was right, but a girl my age should non the less know a few things about boys, at least theoretically.
He said he would talk to me when ever I wanted and explain everything I wanted to know. I accepted and thanked him.
We began to walk around and he told me about boys and relationships.
I really liked his smell of mens perfume and tobacco, and it got me drunk in a way.
One evening on one of our walks I was wearing a short skirt and a t shirt. A had white socks and I carried a light jacket in my hand. As we walked and talked he put his arm over my shoulder and led me of the track into the trees. He told me we could stop here for a bit and I found myself pressed against a thick tree trunk with my back. He was standing infront of me, close to me, talking so quietly I had to strain to hear him. He was telling me how in those moments of intimacy a boy and a girl have to be close to each other like this so they can feel the entire body of their partner. While he was telling me this he leaned his body on mine, gently and slowly at first, and then harder. I could feel his body on mine, I could feel something move on my belly. I could feel his cock through his pants. Instead of getting scared i began to feel excited, so excited i could hardly move.
He was running his hands over my body now. I could feel his light touch on my arms, my chest. Then he was moving lower, on my soft belly and lower to my young pussy. He was rubbing it over my skirt, gently but firmly. Then he moved his hand on my ass and rubbed it, still over my skirt. After a few minutes he moved away from me, put his arm around my waist and led me back to the track to continue our walk. He talked like nothing ever happened and after a while we parted and agreed to meet here again tomorrow evening.

I rubbed my pussy in bed that night, rubbed it hard and came like never before, thinking about him.
Tomorrow evening we met and walked around again, he continued to talk about inexperienced young boys and stuff.
We were moving towards the same place like yesterday.
I leaned against the tree in the dark, he moved me and took my place. He told me that he’ll teach me something else today, something that would mean a lot to me.
He took of his coat and put it on the ground, he told me to kneel down on it and I did.
I could sense in the dark that he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. The scent of his perfume was mixing with the scent of a man, a scent I smelled for the first time. I was excited and nervous.
He told me to put my hand around it.
When I took it in my hand I felt something alive, something stiff and thick. He asked me to move my hand up and down. I moved slowly at first, feeling a man’s cock for the first time, feeling it pulsing and jumping slightly in my hand. I was so excited, I was holding my first cock, it was so big, the biggest i could think of. I moved his skin up and down, massaging it.
He told me to go faster, and he began moaning lightly as I did.
Then he told me to open my mouth and take it in. I did, bit I didn’t know what to do next. He grabbed my head and started moving it up and down, stopping only to tell me to flick my tongue on the head. I was lost in the excitement I felt for the first time.
He moved my head up and down, slowly one moment and harder the next. He was going deep in my mouth, stopping only when he touched my throat and activated my gag reflex. I coffed a little and my saliva was running down his cock.
He continued fucking my mouth, harder and harder, he was pushing his big fat cock in and out of my mouth. At that point I was only holding my mouth open so he could go in.
My little pussy was so wet, I wanted to rub my clit to orgasm. A jerk from him stopped me, he pulled in and out hard a few more times and then I felt his cum flying in spurts directly into my throat. There was so much of it it was hard to swallow. He filled my throat and mouth and I was swallowing as fast as I could. It was my first blowjob.

That night in bed I rubbed my pussy again thinking of him, thinking of his huge cock in my mouth. I came even harder than the previous night.
The next night, in our little spot in the trees it was a lot different.
He pulled of his coat again, put it on the ground and we laid down on it, next to each other. He was touching me again, sending shivers through my body. He was kissing my neck, my breasts over my clothes, he was running his hand over my belly and down to my pussy. He put his hand under my skirt and touched my pussy over my panties. He rubbed my ass again, lifting my skirt slowly. He lifted my skirt all the way up and began taking of my panties. While he did it he kissed my neck, my face and my lips. I was so hot.
Then he touched my pussy, without panties for the first time. It was so wet.
He rubbed my pussy all over, running his finger over my little hole, then a little bit in, just a little, ever so gently.
He was rubbing my ass again, using the wetness from my pussy to rub my ass and asshole. It turned me on even more. His finger wet from my dripping pussy he rubbed my little asshole in a circular motion, pushing it in a little bit.
One moment, as tight and small my asshole was; his finger, wet with my juices went in. I could feel it in me, moving, pushing in and out. It’s hard for me to describe how I felt in that moment.
With his other hand he unbuttoned his pants, his finger never leaving my ass. He pulled down his pants and then then took out something from his coat pocket. He pulled his finger out and in a moment I felt something cold and wet on my hole. I smelled suncream in the air. He was putting it on my little hole and his finger went deeper inside.
Then he took it out and I felt his body turning over mine. I could feel his cock on my ass.
He pulled up for a moment and adjusted his cock over my hole.
The next second I felt my asshole being spread by a real cock. I could feel him going in, spreadin my tight asshole, very gently, very slowly. Deeper and deeper he went. I cried out a little when it began to hurt.
It hurt, but it was a weird sort of pain, a pain behind which is a new kind of pleasure.
As he pushed deeper still I began crying softly, crying and moaning, I couldn’t contain myself.
He pushed in, deeper and deeper like it was going to go on forever. Then he put both hands on my shoulders and I realised he was all the way inside. He stopped and held it there, he asked me if it hurt and I said yes, still crying softly. He began to pull out slowly and asked again did it hurt. I cried yes, yes.
But is it nice he asked, pushing back in. I managed to say yes while he was fucking me slowly, clearly enjoying each movement.
He fucked me slowly, in and out, I cried and moaned softly, taking his big cock.
And then I couldn’t hold back anymore, I moaned loudly while he kept fucking me. Harder and harder he went, putting one hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. He really fucked me now, not gentle anymore and I cried out in pleasure. He was becoming bigger, bigger and harder, it felt like it went in easily now. It went like this until I felt him ram in harder, one, two, three times and then he went still. His cock was jerking inside me, jerking and shooting out his hot cum, filling my ass.

We met there a few more times, my pussy was still innocent and my ass got what it needed. Then he moved away and I haven’t seen him since.
He was my teacher of love.

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