My high school English teacher taught me much more than literature.

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Carol pushed herself up onto her hands and looked back at me, dazed. “Good God Jim, I have turned you into such a nasty boy! But I loved it. LOVED IT! I don't think I ever came that , twice, so quickly. Are you okay?”

I guess I looked a little dazed as well. I just did all sorts of things to my 's that weren't in my 's book. I really didn't know how to feel. Carol sensed my confusion and spun around to sit on the edge of the island. She took my face in her hands and looked me straight in the eye.

“I know that this is all new for you. That last part was new for me too. You made my body feel amazing—better than it ever felt before. Every one of my nerves is still tingling. Please don't feel bad or guilty—you did exactly what I wanted. I should feel bad for turning you into a…”

“…pervert.” I interjected, but smiling now.

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“Well, I was going for slave, but now that you mention it, we did some of that too.” She pulled me closer and kissed me hard, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. I wondered if she could taste her ass on my tongue, but I kissed her back. She took her hands from my face and wrapped her fingers around my rock hard shaft, never breaking her kiss. She used her thumb to spread the wad of precum from the tip all around the head.

“Mmmmmm…you're hard again. Good. You're amazing. Can you again?”

“Probably,” I shrugged. Since I had Carol to fantasize about, I had been jacking off as many as five times a day. Ah youth…

Carol paused and looked down, thinking. I guess she was trying to decide if she wanted to ask me another question. She looked back up at me.

“Jim, will you do one more thing for me tonight? You don't have to say yes if you don't want to.”


“God, I can't believe I am doing this. I never thought in a million years I would be asking this.” This last remark was to herself. Stroking my with one hand and playing with my balls with the other, she looked me in the eyes again. I remember in that moment thinking what lovely green eyes she had.

“I want you to me in the ass. Will you fuck my ass…please?”

Remember this is long before 24 hour internet porn. I thought only gay guys fucked ass, and I had the fleeting thought that if I fucked her ass that would make me gay. It wasn't in Dad's book, and I had no idea a woman would want to take dick in her ass. I was very confused.

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“Please?” Carol asked again before I could say something. “I never thought of being assfucked, but you just made me feel so good, I want to feel you cum in my ass. Please? Before I change my mind?”

“Uh, okay…sure.” I said with little conviction. Carol looked around the island, finally spying what she wanted. She leaned over and grabbed a bottle of olive oil.

“We're going to need some of this,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “Lubrication,” she said with a smile, seeing the confused look on my face. She poured a generous handful of oil and slathered it onto my shaft and my balls. She spied the label as she set the bottle down. “Hmm…extra . That's the only thing in this house tonight that is virgin anything.” I laughed nervously. I remember now my clueless mom never figured out why her bottle of olive oil kept appearing in my bathroom.

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