WHAT LANA TAUGHT ME part 2 

I knew what I wanted and I didn't know what I wanted.  I sniffed the fingers 
that Lana had pushed up into her slippery wetness, and I knew I wanted more 
of that.  But then I looked at my own cock, rockhard and pink with the day's 
workout, and... did I want that too?  I didn't think so, but that was the 
deal, according to Lana.  Going to bed with her meant going to bed with her 
husband too, and-- what?  Sucking his cock?  Letting him fuck me in the ass, 
for crying out loud?  No fucking way.  I wanted to get laid by Lana, but I 
wasn't willing to do all that.  No way.

But then I thought of Lana, of that voluptuous, overabundant roundness, of 
those massive white breasts rolling back and forth under that white chiffon 
negligee, of her thick meaty thighs spreading open to reveal what must be a 
red bush covering red slippery lips, of those delicate little pink toes at 
the end of chubby little feet.  I thought of having all those things, and as 
I pounded my meat, I looked at it, really looked at it for the first time.  
I didn't really want one of these up my butt, that was clear.  But would it 
be so bad to put my lips on one, to suck on this thing that I had one of 
too?

As I looked at it a thought occurred to me, and I arranged myself on my 
mattress on the floor, butt and feet against the wall, and then started 
pushing my butt upward, into the air, until my back was curved around and my 
cock was dangling over me.  I stretched as best as I could, trying to bring 
it down far enough that it could reach my mouth.  But I couldn't.  It 
dangled there, a few inches from the furthest point my tongue could reach.  
Well, if I couldn't do that and I was already in this position, I could at 
least try one thing and see if it grossed me out.  I aimed my cock straight 
at my mouth and thought of Lana, of her big round ass as I smeared my cock 
up and down her crack.  That did it-- the first spurt hit my cheek, the next 
scored a bullseye on my tongue, the next went even further, hitting my 
throat.  I squeezed out the last drop, which dangled and fell into my mouth, 
and I tasted it, swirling it around my mouth, then swallowed it before the 
mood passed.  There, I had swallowed cum.  But I sure as hell wasn't going 
to do it with somebody else.

The next morning I went down to see Lana, even before I had a chance to jack 
off.  But she had already taken off for the day, apparently, and that left 
me with nothing to do.  Well, except spend the whole day beating off.  I 
went back downstairs, dug out my stash of Penthouses, put the headphones on 
to Van Halen (can you imagine that being background music for sex now?) and 
dropped trou.  I was curious about something, and so for the first time I 
started looking at the guys in the pictorials that had them.

I wasn't exactly converted.  Women were soft, round, wet... cute.  Guys 
were, well, guys.  Hard (not just there), rough, angular.  But maybe I got a 
little more used to the idea.  A cock was an interesting thing, mine was 
pretty interesting (it certainly got a lot of my attention) and I started to 
think the other ones I saw in the magazine were kind of interesting too.  
Maybe I could go down on a guy without freaking out.  I wasn't going to go 
looking for the opportunity, but maybe I could get through it.

The other thing, though, getting boned... that was weird.  That was totally 
gay (interesting that a blow job somehow was now less gay).  But some guys 
liked it, and I knew from my extensive study of human sexuality in the 
Penthouse Forum section (I'm just relaying the facts here, not sneaking in 
product placements) that some guys liked a woman to stick her fingers up 
there.  Well, I didn't have a woman handy (yet) but I had fingers, and 
suddenly I was curious about that.

My first attempt made it clear that some form of lubrication would be 
required, so I limped to the bathroom and came back with some lotion, then 
lay back on my stomach with my headphones on and started smearing a glob 
over my asshole, then sliding a finger inside.  The single finger went in 
easily, and I humped my bed as I drove it in and out.  But it didn't really 
seem like enough, so I smeared my middle finger around in the goo up my 
crack and slid it in, too.  That was a lot to have in there, and it hurt a 
bit at first.  But I soon got used to it as well.  In fact it was surprising 
how agreeable it quickly became.

There was one problem, though, and that was that I couldn't easily jack off 
at the same time lying face down.  So I had another idea, and soon I was 
rummaging the apartment until I found a big red candle.  I smeared some 
lotion on it, too, and then, laying on my back, I slid it slowly in until I 
felt it hit something inside me that gave me a funny flutter in my stomach.  
At the same time I pumped my cock, and fell into a rhythm (accompanied by 
Van Halen) of stroking and fucking my own ass with the candle.  Just the 
sheer abandon of being this far gone into myself, literally and 
figuratively, made it one of the most intense experiences I had ever had.  I 
was lost in it, my loins were trembling, I saw colors--

I saw Lana standing in the doorway of my bedroom, amazed and bemused.

I sat up with a start, not even pulling the candle out of my ass but just 
sort of trying to hide its presence, in the process painfully jamming it up 
further than it had ever been.  I crossed my legs to try to hide my cock, 
for what reason I don't know.  And I turned red as a stoplight as I 
desperately tried to think of something to say that would make it all seem 
normal-- there's a very tiny proctologist at work in my lower intestine and 
he needed more light?

"Well, I see you've been giving some serious thought to what we talked 
about," she finally said.

If it was possible for me to turn redder, which I doubt, I did.  She didn't 
wait for me to stammer but just came into my bedroom and sat down on the 
floor next to my mattress and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  "That 
was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen in my life, and I can't tell 
you how excited I am that you might join Bart and me," she said.  I started 
to relax a little, although I was still the most embarrassed person in human 
history.  Then she said the thing that really blew my mind.  "Can I watch 
you get off?  Like that?  Maybe we could come together," she said, and she 
reached up inside her sundress and started to rub herself, not where I could 
see but from the way she started to squirm and moan, it was obvious she 
wasn't pretending.

She lay back on the floor and then nodded at me to do the same.  I started 
pulling on my soft cock and she moved one leg up so that the skirt of her 
dress fell down to her waist, revealing her big thick thighs all the way up 
to the wisps of red curly hair sticking out of the bands of her white 
panties.  She rubbed the center of her crotch from the outside, and I could 
imagine the juices soaking them wet (although it would be a while before I 
learned that that was another thing Penthouse Forum exaggerated somewhat).  
The most mindblowing thing was seeing her big ass squirm and shimmy around, 
fucking her hand the way I'd fucked the candle.  Yet I still couldn't get 
hard again.  It was just too much all at once.

She knew how I felt and without saying a word, she took her hand off her 
pussy and reached over and grabbed the candle stuck in my ass.  Looking 
back, I'm amazed at her ingenuity in finding ways to drive me wilder without 
violating her vow to only have real sex with her husband present.  Without 
touching my cock, she began to slide the candle in and out of my asshole, 
gently and even romantically, pushing it in straight and then angling it as 
she pulled it out to drag against the walls of my asshole.  It was 
mind-blowing, and it wasn't long before I was hard again, and it wasn't long 
after that before I was spraying jets of goo all over my chest.  Lana let go 
of the candle and reached down to her own crotch again, jiggling those big 
thighs and fat round ass as she moaned loudly and came with a couple of loud 
whoops and a satisfied sigh.  Then she looked at me, leaned over and kissed 
one of the blobs of cum which had landed on my nipple, and then kissed me 
with cum-covered lips.

"Bart gets home tomorrow night," she said.

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