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upper lip sweat, tongue gently coaxing his open with velvet strokes that made his breath hitch audibly, shallow and ragged. Her hands guided his large palms to her waist, then upward to cup the undersides of her heavy breasts through the dress, teaching him to knead gently, thumbs circling the hardening nipples until they pebbled stiffly beneath the thin fabric, eliciting her first low, throaty moan—a vibrating hum that sent blood surging to his groin.

The air thickened with her arousal's emerging musk, sweet and heady like ripe fruit. She slipped a hand down to stroke his length through his shorts, fingers tracing the girth appreciatively, murmuring praise at its size—"So thick, so perfect"—and teaching him not to thrust instinctively, but to let her control the rhythm with slow, firm glides that made his shaft twitch and leak more precum, soaking the fabric.

That first encounter moved to her king-sized bed, sheets crisp and scented with lavender fabric softener. She stripped slowly, revealing lacy lingerie that framed her curves, then fully nude: breasts full and pendulous yet firm, pinkish-brown nipples large and sensitive, a trimmed blonde landing strip above plump, glistening folds already swollen and slick, the tangy-sweet aroma rising as her thighs parted.

Daniel's first taste of a woman came as she guided his mouth to her breasts. He suckled one nipple, tongue swirling the pebbled peak, savoring the faint salt-sweet tang of her skin and a trace of coconut lotion, the areola pebbling tighter under his attention. Her moans deepened into breathy gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly, one hand cradling his head. His fingers explored her folds under her direction, learning the slick, velvety texture, the swollen clit that throbbed under light circles, her hips bucking subtly, juices coating his fingers in warm, slippery essence with a tangy-sweet aroma that filled his nostrils.

She came softly for him that first time, body quivering, walls fluttering around his probing finger, a gush of creamy fluid wetting his palm, her cries a series of escalating "yeses" interspersed with sharp inhales, thighs trembling against his wrist.

No penetration yet: control was the lesson. As a reward, Kelsey knelt between his thighs, her blonde hair cascading, perfume and sweat mingling with the musky scent of his precum. She took his massive cock into her expert mouth, lips stretching wide around the flared head, tongue laving the sensitive underside and tracing every pulsing vein, saliva glistening and dripping down the shaft in thick strands. Suction built rhythmically, cheeks hollowing, occasional gags from her dancer-trained throat relaxing to take more depth, wet slurping sounds filling the room alongside his deepening groans and hitched breaths—low rumbles turning ragged.

She swallowed the first thick, ropey ejaculation—hot, salty-musk spurts flooding her throat, which she gulped greedily, humming vibrations milking him further, her eyes locked on his. Without pause, she kept sucking, tongue swirling the sensitive head post-orgasm, coaxing him rapidly hard again despite his youth's sensitivity, drawing a second, even more voluminous load that overflowed slightly at the corners of her mouth before she swallowed again. The third came slower, prolonged by her edging technique: pausing at the edge with feather-light licks, then deepthroating until he quivered and erupted once more, body arching, balls tightening, leaving him spent, euphoric, and already craving more. She kissed him afterward, sharing the faint, salty aftertaste on her tongue and whispering lessons in recovery and gratitude.

The second week focused on selfless oral gratification and stamina in pleasuring her. Mid-afternoon by the pool, chlorine-scented water lapping gently, Kelsey lounged nude on a chaise after "supervising" his cleaning, sweat glistening in beads that trickled between her breasts and down her toned belly, the aroma of her arousal mixing with suntan oil and vanilla perfume. She taught him cunnilingus: positioning his broad shoulders between her spread thighs, guiding his tongue in wide, flat licks along her slick folds, tasting her fully now, the tangy-sweet nectar flooding his mouth like warm honey, clit swelling under targeted flicks and sucks, her labia parting wetly with soft, slick sounds.

Her moans evolved from breathy sighs to deeper, guttural cries, hips grinding against his face, juices smearing his chin and lips in glossy trails. Fingers supplemented under her instruction, curling upward to stroke the spongy G-spot while suckling her clit with rhythmic pulls, building her to multiple shuddering orgasms: first a rolling wave with quivering thighs clamping his head, flood of essence squirting lightly against his tongue in warm pulses; subsequent ones sharper, her back arching off the chaise, breasts heaving, nipples tight and flushed, breaths turning to desperate pants and keening wails that echoed softly in the backyard heat.

Sweat poured from both, salty trails licked from her inner thighs as Daniel savored the combined flavors. Reward followed indoors: her mouth enveloping him again on the cool tile floor, expert tongue and throat working him to repeated climaxes. First load swallowed mid-moan with audible gulps, second coaxed by relentless suction on the sensitive frenulum that made his toes curl, third drawn out agonizingly slow with ball-licking and deep holds, each ejaculation pulsing thicker, her throat contracting visibly around him, leaving his body twitching in aftershocks, stamina already improving from her training.

It was the third week she introduced penetration with meticulous control to accommodate his size without pain. In her candlelit bedroom, vanilla-scented wax mingling with their rising musk, soft music pulsing like a dancer's rhythm, Kelsey oiled his shaft herself, her hands gliding sensually up and down the veined length, teaching lubrication and patience, the slick sounds wet and rhythmic. She mounted him first in cowgirl, guiding the broad head to her entrance: the initial breach a slow, stretching burn for her despite her experience, velvet walls parting with wet schlicking sounds, enveloping inch after girthy inch, veins dragging deliciously inside her as she gasped sharply, breaths ragged, eyes fluttering, breasts swaying heavily above him, nipples grazing his chest.

He learned to stay still, letting her sink gradually until balls-deep, his cock throbbing inside her clenching heat, precum mixing with her creamy juices that dripped down his shaft in warm rivulets. Slow rocks taught him rhythm without thrusting hard—grinding her clit against his base, her moans building to throaty commands, body quivering as she came around him, walls rippling in powerful contractions that nearly milked him prematurely, the squeeze exquisite and pulsing. He held back, breathing deep through the pressure, chest heaving.

Missionary followed for control practice: his weight on elbows, hips tilting precisely to avoid bottoming out too brutally, each withdrawal almost complete before re-entry, dragging sensations that made her toes curl and nails rake his back lightly. Sweat-slick bodies glided, chlorine and perfume and arousal creating an intoxicating haze, the wet slap of skin on skin rhythmic. Reward: her kneeling oral marathon deepthroating to the first pulsing load flooding her throat, keeping him engulfed through sensitivity to force a second eruption with swirling tongue, then a third with prostate-adjacent pressure, swallowing every drop while humming praise, his groans turning hoarse, body quaking.

Throughout the encounters she emphasized stamina-building through varied positions and prolonged sessions. Poolside at dusk, the water's reflection dancing on their skin in shimmering patterns, she rode him reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks spreading invitingly, her dancer's flexibility allowing deep, rolling descents that took his whole length repeatedly, wet slaps echoing across the yard, her moans husky and rhythmic, juices coating him glossy and dripping down his balls. Doggy-style indoors tested endurance: gripping her hips, steady deep thrusts without rushing, angling to hit her G-spot with each measured plunge, her ass jiggling with soft impacts, back arching beautifully, sweat dripping from his chest onto her spine in salty trails. He lasted longer each round, learning breath control to delay her orgasms, multiple and vocal—gasps sharpening to screams muffled into pillows, walls fluttering wildly.

Reward oral pushed his recuperation: three ejaculations, the last prolonged nearly to the edge of pain and pleasure, her throat a velvet vice milking him dry, swallowing with audible gulps, his vision blurring from intensity.

In the fifth week she taught him about reading reactions: subtle cues like breath hitches, wall flutters, nipple tightening, hip angles, all to maximize her pleasure. Blindfolded explorations heightened senses: tasting every inch of her skin—salty collarbone sweat, sweet inner thigh, tangy core—fingers and tongue mapping responses, building her to the edge, quivering peaks held just before release with precise pauses. Her moans became a language, with short pants for teasing and deep groans for deep pressure. Sweat poured freely in the humid bedroom, bodies glistening, scents primal and overwhelming. Reward: expert oral with teasing pauses, drawing repeated heavy loads, her tongue never relenting until he begged and erupted thrice more, each spurt savored.

Their sixth week together she took him back to the basics as he mastered kissing and full-body worship: deep, devouring kisses tasting of shared arousal, lips and tongues exploring necks, ears, nipples, every erogenous zone with lingering sucks and nips. She taught sensual mapping: kissing down his abs while he reciprocated on hers, breaths syncing in shallow harmony, moans harmonizing. Sessions blended into tantric flows, her dancer's grace undulating against him, grinding slow and deep. Reward oral reached new heights of mind-blowing suction and swallowing sequences, multiple thick spurts coating her throat as she hummed approval.

From the very beginning Kelsey told him to focus on selfless gratification: her pleasure always first, multiple orgasms drawn out through combined techniques, stamina tested in long sessions where he ignored his ache to chase hers. Bodies quivered together, floods of her essence and cries filling the house, sweat, musk, and vanilla overwhelming the senses.

The final week of Daniel's education culminated in control, quick recuperation, and advanced techniques: multiple rounds in one evening, recovering hardness rapidly post-climax through her skilled mouth and hands with firm strokes and licks, safe deep thrusting without overwhelm, flexible dancer positions amplifying sensations—legs over shoulders, splits that opened her fully—and reading every quiver to prolong mutual ecstasy until exhaustion. Final reward: an extended oral session yielding four ejaculations, each savored and swallowed with greedy gulps and swirling tongue, leaving him transformed and confident, skilled, attuned to every sensory nuance of a woman's body.

With this eight-week journey of discovery complete, Daniel arrived at MIT carrying the quiet mastery Kelsey had instilled, his immense endowment now a source of assured pleasure rather than anxiety. His first college partner was Sarah, the brilliant 19-year-old physics major...

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